Los Angeles, OSP. They have the lead.
NCIS's Office of Special Projects.
They specialize in undercover and surveillance.
Macy still agent in charge there?
How are you, Callen?
Did you see Mace? Yeah, I saw her.
Let me do my job.
Like you did the first time we met?
Sam. Kickoff's in 30.
Guy on the right, Michael Rivkin.
When he called the other day,
I thought he must have been here. No.
Sadly, Michael is not here.
Go tight on Liam.
What do you see? He's carrying.
KENSI: Liam Coyle, former IRA arms dealer.
Motel.
Four blank passports.
Four suitcases filled with weapons.
That means whoever Liam's supplying
is probably coming back to collect this.
Looks like you're going undercover as Liam.
Been expecting you.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Liam.
RIVKIN: You have everything I want? CALLEN: Times four.
Passports? Everything.
And it's all here? It's all here.
First the face,
next the name.
(typing)
You know, I met a man in Damascus who said you were dead.
Well, let me know when he passes.
I'll come to his funeral.
Too late.
Who are you?
Abort, abort. Target center of the room,
weapon drawn.
Federal agents! Don't move!
Put down your weapon.
Put it down!
Come on, Mace, he wasn't gonna shoot me!
Will you tell her you weren't gonna shoot me?!
I wasn't going to shoot him.
No tension in the upper body, and the voice is all wrong.
Probably wasn't gonna shoot him.
Be embarrassing if he had.
There's no room for probably, Nate.
Do we have a name?
Well, we just started.
It's gonna take at least a...
We got a match here.
Put it on the screen.
Millions of possibilities,
we get a hit in six seconds?
Michael Rivkin.
His name's Michael Rivkin.
FBI?
CIA?
NCIS.
NATE: Ah, he's way too confident.
Think we're about to go pear-shaped, Mace.
Who are you?
Mossad.
CALLEN: You can prove that?
RIVKIN: No, but I know someone who can.
Her name is Ziva David.
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ZIVA: ...setting up a link. Los Angeles. Yes...
Morning.
Tony.
Something up?
Gibbs.
He's back? MTAC.
Oh, nice, three one-word answers.
Wanna go for a fourth? No!
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? No.
(sighs)
All right, here comes the question.
Ready?
No beverages allowed in MTAC.
Oh.
Hey. Soy vanilla latte, no sugar added.
Didn't blow back.
It's all yours. Hi, 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.
Questions are of course, uh, well, they're relative.
And I don't mean that in a sense of, like... OSP's on-line.
Ziva.
Gibbs.
McGee, put it up.
You recognize him?
Ziva?
Yes, I know him.
His name is Michael Rivkin.
He says he's Mossad.
Yes, he's with the Mossad.
Anything else you can tell us about him, Officer David?
ZIVA: No.
I have not worked with him in some time.
We will talk more about this later.
Of course.
You did not think I would identify him.
That was not a question.
Anything you want to tell me?
No.
One-word answer. I win.
McGEE: His cover is an Israeli banker.
Flew in three days ago.
That's all we got; still looking.
What the hell is he doing here?
Same thing we are. Tracking down a terrorist cell.
We're hunting the same cell.
Your search started here,
mine in Yemen.
Okay, well, if I'm Liam Coyle, arms supplier,
who does that make you?
Nick Quaderi, jihadist.
The real Liam's
in the morgue. Where exactly is the real Nick Quaderi?
In bed.
221 Pacific Avenue,
Apartment 27, Venice Beach.
No need to be quiet.
You won't wake him.
Yeah, you should've called us.
Would've spared you a long ride from Yemen.
(chuckles)
Needed to be sure.
What did Quaderi tell you?
Weapons pickup here,
a man named Liam.
Target?
No.
Rest of the cell?
Fell asleep before he told me.
I can tell you that one of the others is named Haziq.
SAM: Address.
That's all I have.
Give him your cell, Sam.
(cell phone rings)
Be polite.
Good morning.
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.
We each have a job to do.
Yours is done.
Go home.
(beeps)
Eric.
Uh, GPS tracker on his rental.
Sam, let him go.
(speaks Hebrew)
Yeah.
Four passports, four suitcases.
Yeah, Rivkin's already put one of them to sleep.
One down, three to go.
Eric give me outside surveillance.
On screen.
Agent Renko, you got him?
I got him, Mace.
Callen, Sam,
Venice Beach, Quaderi's apartment.
Kensi, shut it down.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Mumbai.
They attack soft targets.
Hotels, a railway station.
We need a breathing suspect, not a dead one.
That's not Rivkin's plan.
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.
Are you asking me
do I trust her?
Because my answer is: yes, with my life.
You don't think I'm very good at this, do you?
The director must, or you wouldn't be doing this job.
You shouldn't judge me on past performance.
It was 18 years ago.
What'd you find?
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.
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.
Haziq.
Before he panics.
You think that Rivkin knows the identities
of the rest of the cell?
It was right there in his smug smile, McGee.
He knows.
You okay, Miss?
I already told you not to go there, Nate.
Well... you know me too well.
No one knows you, Nate.
You, on the other hand,
being the psychologist you are, know everyone.
Not Gibbs.
So you go back 18 years, huh?
I wasn't listening.
Odd word, occasional phrase.
Gibbs was a gunnery sergeant.
I was a green, young lieutenant
in the Military Police determined to prove myself.
You worked a case together?
Y-You could say that.
It was a JAG-MAN investigation,
a murder.
I was the lead investigator.
And Gibbs?
Gibbs was the suspect.
Nick Quaderi.
McGEE: Guy's a ghost.
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.
You have any idea how many times
your average law-abiding citizen is recorded every week, McGee?
Yeah, probably north of 3,000 times.
Ooh, 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.
You mean, like we're doing right now.
Yeah, that's okay 'cause we work for the government.
We've got a national security letter to prove it.
This guy really did not want to be found.
Well, Rivkin found him, McGee.
Are you still tracking Rivkin?
Yeah, boss, we got him right there.
Marina Del Rey. We're pulling up the pictometry now.
His car's parked at a hotel.
Special Agent Renko?
He's out of his car
and he's got a visual.
Let him know I'm coming.
I'm on it.
You got something else?
No, that about covers it.
(infant crying nearby)
I lived in a place like this when I was a kid.
I probably lived down the hall.
This is it.
Apartment 27.
(sighs)
Nick Quaderi, if you're inclined to believe Rivkin.
What is it between Mace and Gibbs?
They've never told me.
Think they'll work it out?
Not without some help.
One-inch tear. Looks like a stab wound.
Clean and quick under the sternum up into the heart.
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.
Kidon?
Hebrew for "bayonet."
Morning, Mike.
Help yourself.
Where is he?
Hotel gazebo, having coffee at the middle table.
Went inside, came back out a couple minutes later.
He's been there ever since.
He's waiting for somebody.
That's my guess.
Whose boat is this?
I have no idea.
Hey!
Sand with the grain
of the wood, Renko.
You done this before?
Yeah.
(beeping) Download complete. Rest in peace.
(doorknob rattles)
If that's what you want, sure.
Next week, then.
Yeah, ciao.
Hi.
Who are you?
My name's Liam. I'm a friend of Nick's.
Sort of. And you are?
Shakira, his girlfriend... sort of.
Huh.
Nick, I'm here!
But Nick's not.
SHAKIRA: Then how did you get in?
He's supposed to meet me here, but he's late.
I was just gonna leave him a note.
(phone rings)
Liam.
(whispers): You got a plan? Hey, Nick.
Clever.
I'm in your apartment waiting.
Where the hell are you?
I'm in the next room.
Calm down, take it easy, all right?
Hey, Shakira just walked in.
Do you want to talk with her?
Not particularly.
Okay, no problem.
What do you have in mind?
Haziq's place?
Sure, if that's what you want, we'll come right over.
He didn't want to talk on the phone.
He wants us to come to his friend's place-- Haziq?
Do you know him? You don't?
No.
Lucky you.
I'll call a cab.
My car's out front. Great.
Is the bathroom through here?
(whispers): Rivkin gives us Haziq's name.
She leads us to him. Stay close.
How you gonna play this?
I gotta believe Haziq still wants what Liam's got.
And if he doesn't?
You come rescue me.
(chuckles)
(toilet flushes)
You think she's involved?
They're sleeping together.
She's involved whether she knows it or not.
Yeah.
Okay.
What kind of car do you drive?
A convertible. Convertible?
Red? Yellow.
CALLEN: I like yellow.
Mace?
What's happening, Sam?
Callen's back in the game.
(phone line rings)
MACY: Sam? Mace, we're stopping at
an auto shop downtown-- 13th and Bakers Lane.
This place creeps me out, or maybe it's just Haziq.
Nick bring you here often?
Couple times.
Haziq was trying to recruit him.
For what?
Hey,
who's this?
Nick's friend. He called.
Told us to meet him out here.
He didn't call me.
Nick's friend, huh?
Liam.
What can Nick's friend do for us?
Well, I can give you what you've been waiting for.
Come in, Nick's friend.
SAM: He's just met a guy, probably Haziq.
I'm downloading photos. I need some more eyes down here.
Kensi's on her way. Eric, live feeds?
No coverage, Mace.
Kensi, you're gonna have to get a camera in there.
I'll come up with something.
You're tripping, homes.
*
Hey, mija...
Mija, hey, why you walking away?
Whoa, whoa! Dang, man!
You want to bang on something, baby,
you found your man.
Hey, relax.
We're cool, eh?
Not today, boys.
Have a nice day.
(chuckles)
(tires squeal) Whoa!
(tires squeal)
Shakira, bring our guest a cold drink.
Are you armed?
Back.
Cell phone?
She doesn't know?
Why should she? She's just a woman.
Nick is not the one who's supposed to contact you.
He called me, told me to come to his apartment.
Then he changed the meeting here.
Why?
You're just gonna have to ask him when he gets here.
(clears throat)
Thank you.
Come and sit down.
(dials phone, line ringing)
RECORDING: The cell phone you are trying to reach
is switched off or out of range. Please try again later.
Where is Rafi?
How would I know?
He's your brother.
You should be more respectful.
Sweet.
Eric, activate Callen's cell phone.
Microphone and camera coming online.
McGEE: Phone cam's up at Haziq's auto shop.
(phone line rings)
Cell phone.
Trace it, and feed it through
to Sam to translate.
(Haziq speaking Arabic)
"I need you here, Nasim."
(Haziq speaking Arabic)
"Is Rafi with you?"
(Haziq speaking Arabic)
"What about Nick? Have you heard from him?"
(Haziq speaking Arabic)
"I'm not sure if there's something wrong.
Just get down here as soon as you can."
He's anxious. (phone rings)
Feeling pressured.
Wants his men around him.
He's not the only one.
Director Vance on the line for you, Mace.
Where's Kensi? Director?
(horn honks)
Hey. Um, a guy just backed into me.
Do you think you could possibly help me out... We're closed.
Oh, come on, man, I just need to know if it's safe to drive.
(sighs)
Um, you have a bathroom?
No, we don't.
Oh.
Uh, this is not so bad. You are safe.
It's, uh, cosmetic damage.
Just bring it back next week.
Okay.
Um, is Wednesday okay?
Wednesday's fine.
Thank you.
Camera's inside the door.
Pulling up the new camera feed.
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.
Mace, that's the hotel Rivkin is staking out.
Where was Nasim when he made that call?
Less than a half mile from the hotel.
On his way home.
And Rivkin is waiting for him. Get Gibbs.
(phone ringing)
Yeah. MACY: Vance has cleared it with the Attorney General.
We have a FISA warrant. Get Rivkin.
Go around back!
RENKO: Gibbs! Yeah.
Clear.
(speaking Arabic)
Any idea what they're arguing about?
Cell phone coverage.
Haziq can't reach anyone on his phone.
And Jumah's telling him it's a piece of American junk.
How did Nick sound on the phone?
(arguing continues)
He sounded okay.
They're planning something, aren't they?
If they use what they're buying from me-- yeah.
(arguing continues)
Do you have any idea what it is?
No.
HAZIQ: Change of plans. You are going to make
the weapons delivery today.
CALLEN: Here? Yes, here.
Call whoever you need to call.
You have an hour, and then our business is done.
(cell phone dials)
He's calling Sam.
Hey, it's Liam. Look, bring the suitcases
to the auto shop at 13th and Baker's Lane in one hour.
Okay, let's make it happen. One hour.
McGee, anything on Rivkin?
No. GPS marker
says he didn't leave the hotel parking lot.
He must have found the GPS tracker and dumped it.
Got a BOLO out on his rental.
Nothing yet.
Keep on it. Yes, ma'am.
(speaking Arabic)
(ring tone)
It's him.
It's Tim.
He knows I'm sitting at his desk.
Tell him you're in your lab. He won't know.
Oh, he'll know. He knows everything.
Gibbs knows everything.
McGenius is smart, but he doesn't know everything.
Hi, Tim. I'm not upstairs in the squad room.
I'm in my lab. I'm working.
Are you sitting at my desk?
Um...
no.
Abby, listen, last night
you did a facial recognition search
on Michael Rivkin. Why?
What makes you think that?
You logged the search.
I did? I did.
Did Tony ask you to do it?
Um...
I'm not at liberty to say.
You are at my desk, aren't you?
Yeah.
And Tony is watching you? Yeah.
Can I talk to Tony, please?
Okay. It's for you. It's McGoo...
McGee-- Tim.
Sorry, McGee.
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 a 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.
Well, I'll tell you who we're all missing--
and that's Michael Rivkin.
Define "missing."
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...
Don't ask that question.
Well, Tony, someone has to ask it.
Oh, I know, McGee. I know.
Leave it to me.
Here you go.
MACY: Here's what we know.
Nick Quaderi, dead.
Almost certainly killed
by Michael Rivkin.
Nationality, unknown. Date of birth, unknown.
Quaderi has a girlfriend, Shakira.
MACY: Who has a brother, Rafi Zayd.
No confirmed photo.
Moved back to Yemen when he was seven.
No record of him returning to the U.S.
Probably here illegally.
Nasim Boutros, stabbed by Rivkin at his hotel.
American citizen, born in Syria.
Immigrated here when he was 14.
Has a degree in engineering.
No criminal record.
First name-- Jumah. Last name-- unknown.
Looks like he works at the auto shop,
but he's not listed as an employee
with the IRS. Possibly here illegally.
And finally, Haziq Khaleel.
Born in Syria.
Immigrated 12 years ago. Owns the auto shop.
Pays his taxes, and has no criminal record.
Five men, all born outside the United States.
Very few personal details, no criminal activity.
Not on anyone's watch list.
It's a classic sleeper cell.
Rivkin's making sure none of them wake up.
Five people.
Four passports, four suitcases.
Something's missing.
Then number five is the handler.
Maybe Haziq?
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...
You get the idea. (clears throat)
If it's not Haziq?
Well, Shakira's brother Rafi's too young.
Wouldn't have the respect of the others
who all seem to be older.
Then that leaves Nick Quaderi.
Yeah, but according to Rafi's sister,
Nick Quaderi didn't know any of them till her brother
introduced him to Haziq.
Then we're missing something.
Yep. Or someone.
What did I miss?
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.
But really all the fun's happening
in another area code.
Are we fighting? If we were,
you would be on the floor bleeding.
Okay, I accept that as a likely outcome.
So you're just annoyed with me?
Angry?
You should not be surprised.
Because of this morning?
You thought I would not identify Michael Rivkin
as a Mossad operative.
I didn't say a word. You did not have to.
So you think you did the right thing?
You think I didn't?
Maybe you should have told them more.
Like how well you know him.
How well do I know him, Tony?
You know him better than they think you do.
And you know that how? Well, 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.
Okay...
are you, by any chance, questioning my loyalty?
I'm questioning why you didn't tell them
you saw him three days ago.
Are you jealous?
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.
Interfering? How is he interfering?
He's already killed two suspects.
Well, in my country that would be cause for celebration.
You're not in your country, and neither is he!
Have you finished?
Yes.
Good.
No.
Another question.
You know where we can find him?
No, I don't.
And if you did, would you tell me?
No.
But I would tell Gibbs.
I tried to stop my brother Rafi from getting involved with them.
Now he's dragged Nick into it.
How long have you known him?
Three months.
He travels a lot.
I don't get to see him as much as I want.
At first Rafi didn't want me to see him at all,
but Nick was patient.
Now they're like brothers.
You know, I've never met Rafi.
You don't have any photos, do you?
Of course.
(Jumah and Haziq arguing in distance)
Nick took it.
And you've probably got tons of photos of Nick in there, huh?
Nick's so camera shy, it's crazy.
Hard to believe, but this is the only photo I have.
MACY: Eric, talk to me.
Have we lost audio?
They're whispering, Mace.
Who's whispering?
Everybody. Why the hell
are they whispering? Sam?
You ready? On your command, Mace.
Stand by. If you were Rivkin, where would you be?
I wouldn't be far; I'd want to finish the job.
At our expense. If we're gonna find
their target and their support team, we need
at least one of them alive.
No, he doesn't think that way.
Where the hell are you going?
Let you know when I get there.
Come on, G, speak up!
I need to contact Nick.
You heard Haziq--
he's not answering.
Well, I'm guessing he gave you another number,
in case something bad happened.
Shakira...
something bad is going to happen.
You can't keep running away from this,
who they are, what they're planning to do.
Something bad's going to happen to Nick?
To your brother.
Who are you?
I'm someone you need to trust right now.
Haziq!
(feedback squeals)
Okay, they've stopped whispering.
Yeah?
I'm tired. I'm going home.
You can't keep me here.
Huh! No one leaves.
You can't stop me.
(speaks Arabic)
(screams)
Your friend better be on time.
(speaks Arabic)
Promise me nothing will happen to Rafi.
Promise me.
I promise you.
Three-one-oh-
five-five-five- zero-one-three-zero.
Haziq.
Nick Quaderi's real name is Michael Rivkin.
He can be contacted at 310-555-0130.
HAZIQ: I already have his number, and I don't care
what his real name is.
Okay?
Searching for the number.
Rivkin's been playing us all along.
It's a cell phone.
I need a GPS location now.
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 is actually...
Rafi Zayd, her brother.
All right, we got Rivkin's location.
He's almost on top of him.
Pass it on to the nearest team.
I can't wait. Sam?
Game's yours.
Okay, Mace. Moving in.
Go, go, go! Let's roll!
Federal agents! Freeze! NCIS!
MACY: Sam, I want him alive.
Yeah...
(groaning)
(groans)
Clear! Clear!
All clear!
(groans)
You'll live.
Secured.
Rivkin?
(tires screech)
(cell phone rings)
I got him, McGee.
You're Gibbs.
Time for you to go home.
Now.
I don't like leaving things unfinished.
You're done.
I'm finishing it for you.
I leave, Washington and Tel Aviv look the other way.
That's not what I'd do.
We fight the same war.
Only ours began in Auschwitz.
I have six million uniforms.
Every one is different. I got one.
Ziva David.
She works for me.
Shalom.
(tires squealing)
(indistinct chatter)
Guess that drink's gonna have to wait.
Well, my basement's always open.
It's good to see you, Jethro. Yeah.
Stay low.
Red-eye, huh?
Yeah.
Always worked for me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sorry.
Oh.
Thanks.
No problem.
(clears throat)
Long day, huh?
Yeah, yeah, long... day.
Just getting some, uh, some air.
Right.
Uh, Agent Gibbs?
Good to meet you, Nate.
Likewise.
I, uh...
I took an oath
not to betray confidences,
but, um...
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, uh, 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.
(chuckles): Are you gonna get out?
I think it's time to move.
Again?
That's three times in the last 18 months.
It's four.
(chuckles): I don't know, I...
I just feel like someone's watching me.
It's probably that Russian girl you told me about.
You ever gonna settle down, G?
One day.
*
(engine revs, tires squealing)
Crazy son of a...
*
G! Get down!
(bystanders screaming)
Come on, G. Come on, G. Stay with me.
(dialing)
Stay with me, G. Don't do this to me, come on!
Yeah, I need an ambulance. Ocean Front Road, Venice.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Come on, buddy.
*
I missed McGee.
I would never have guessed that.
Hey, you and Ziva want to go get a drink?
Uh, she is already gone.
Did you do that secret thingy I asked you to do?
Yep.
Rivkin flew
out of Los Angeles today, unescorted.
Destination?
Tel Aviv.
With a stopover...
in DC.
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