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(sighs)

How do you eat
that crap?

Easy, like this.

(laughing)
Mm!

Our anonymous caller
was supposed to meet us here

three hours ago, boss.

I say we call it.

I would love to,

but he claims he has information

on a terrorist attack,
so here we sit.

Like the guy last
Saturday claimed

his dog was a Taliban
sympathizer?

Why are we pulling
this crap duty

two weekends in a row anyway,
boss?

You know I'm wondering
the same thing, Jim.

(phone rings)
I... Hold on. Hold on.
Stand by.

This is him.

We're here. Where are you?

MAN (Arabic accent):
Close. Meet me
at 408 Millstone Avenue.

I'll explain all inside.

I prefer the meeting
on the street.

I do not.

I'm a dead man
if they see me talking to you.

Who?

The people no one can see.

They are everywhere.
(phone clicks off)

Invisible folks.
This should be fun.

Find him, guys.

I think we just did.

Yeah, I got him.

The sunglasses are a nice touch.

How do you want us
to handle this?

Pick him up.
I'll be right behind you.

You got it.

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

Both eyes stay level
on the pitcher,

weight is back
and you track the ball.

And you wait.

It's all about concentration.

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

(laughs)

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

No, it was a lousy pitch.

It happens.

But you still haven't
answered my question.

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

Well, considering my CO
just placed me in charge

of our softball team, yeah.

By all means, teach away.

This end here, it goes up.

I think I got that part.

All right.

Inside of your feet,
shoulder width apart.

Slightly bend
the knees.

Hands together,
knuckles lined up.

(chuckles):
You teach everyone
this way?

Yeah.

Fast or slow?

Kind of depends
on what mood I'm in.

Okay, fast it is.

You got to swing to hit it.

I knew
I was forgetting something.

This thing go any faster?

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Boss, the bomb took out
two of Cassidy's people.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

I got to go, Hol.

Hey, what happened

to our spending
an entire weekend together?

I just lost two NCIS agents.

(sighs)

ZIVA:
Did you know them, McGee?

Jim Nelson and I went
to FLETC together.

I was at his wedding
two months ago.

TONY:
This better not be
another recall drill.

I had floor seats
for the Wizards this afternoon.

It's Agent Cassidy's team
out of

the Pentagon, Tony.

They were attacked.

She okay?

She survived.

Her men weren't as lucky.

Well, what the hell happened?

That's what we're gonna
find out, DiNozzo.

Grab your gear.

Grab your gear!

Flags of Iran, Iraq, Syria
and Saudi Arabia.

What type of a store was this?

McGee's working
on it, Ziva.

DUCKY:
Their deaths
were almost immediate

if that's any consolation,
Jethro.

No, it's not, Ducky.

No, it never is.

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

specifically ball bearings
and nails--

the hallmark
of a homemade device.

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

DUCKY:
Now, this man appears
to literally have been

at the heart of the explosion.

He was sitting on the bomb?

He was the bomb, DiNozzo.

Electrical wiring.

Yeah. Explosive amputation
of legs, arms and head.

A suicide bomber.

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

Still looking for it, Ducky.

Judging by the holes
in the ceiling,

we may have to try
the roof next.

Why blow yourself up
in an empty store?

It wasn't empty, Tony!

McGEE:
She insisted on being
part of the investigation.

Talked to the landlord.

Said he just rented
the place to a nonprofit group.

He's pulling
the paperwork.
Calling him now.

(sniffling)

It's my fault!
It's my fault.

It's not your fault,
Paula.

You weren't here, Tony!

Cassidy...

I've killed my team!
Outside.
Take it outside.

DiNozzo, find me
that missing head.

Well, it's a drop ceiling,

so the thing's probably
wedged up there somewhere.

Ziva,

you're going head-hunting.

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

I really don't.

I'm just bringing you this.

Thanks.

Tell me about the phone call
at tip-line this morning.

Anonymous;

just a guy saying he had info
on a potential terrorist attack.

Did he name the target?

No,

but it was obvious it's us.

I should have gone in
with those guys!

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

It was an ambush.

There was nothing
you could have done.

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

Yes, I would.

I have a tough time
believing that, Gibbs.

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

to grieve until I put
the bastards responsible

for this
in the ground.

What about you?

(sighs)

DUCKY:
You knew him.

McGEE:
He was a good friend
of mine.

Seeing him like this...

it's almost like...

It could have been you.

GIBBS:
It almost was, McGee.

We were supposed to work
the hotline this weekend.

Boss, you serious about that?

MAN:
What happened here?!

GIBBS:
Hang on! Hey!

Who are you?

We work here.

For the Muslim Coalition
For Peace.

Yazeed-- was he,
was he in here?

We're supposed to help him
paint this afternoon.

ZIVA:
I found it!

Allah, Yihfidhna!

You recognize him?

Yazeed Fahad,

our chapter president.

Whatever happened to Gibbs' rule
about not putting two suspects

in the same room?

More of a guideline.

You are not listening to me,
Agent Gibbs.

Yazeed Fahad
was a man of peace!

He condemned suicide bombers
as cowards,

agents of evil.

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

He was wearing the bomb.

Then he was forced to put it on.

By who?

The timing
was not a coincidence.

Yazeed organized a meeting
with both

Shiites and the religious
leaders for this Friday.

Clerics and holy men
from five different
Arab countries

will be in
attendance.

All of them prepared
to issue fatwas

condemning the sectarian
violence in Iraq.

Their words could save
thousands of lives.

How many will attend

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

Where were you this afternoon

when your president
was blowing himself up?

Lunch, together.

ZIVA:
Where?

We don't have to answer
these questions.

We're not criminals.

Well, I think you should both
get a good lawyer.

But we did nothing...

The Grace Street Diner.

We were there between
1:00 and 2:30.

They're only doing
their jobs, Abdul.

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

I'm going to go with you.
Gibbs wants you
here, Paula.

Why?

Ask him.

TIP-LINE CALLER (Arabic accent):
I cannot give you my name.

NCIS OPERATOR:
Sir, we have
standard procedures.

TIP-LINE CALLER:
If you want to stop this attack,
you will have an agent meet me.

(playing recording in reverse)

McGee? Is that you?

How long have you been
sitting there?

Not long.

I'm really sorry
about Jim Nelson.

I know you guys
were really close.

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

Then we would have never met.

Then maybe he'd still be alive.

We were supposed to take
the weekend shift.

Those bodies downstairs
should be us.

Timothy...

don't even think things
like that, okay?

Everything happens
for a reason.

I'm not even
going to ask.

Um, technically,
that was a squatting hug.

Or a... "squg,"

if you will,

but I digress.

Yeah, big-time.

I have some paperwork to do.

What have we got?

I analyzed and compared

the two tip-line calls--
the one from this morning

and the one that Agent Cassidy
got on-site.

Same caller both times,

and I'm assuming
that it's this guy,

Yazeed Fahad.

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

Uh... okay,
how about this?

He was in the Navy.

And he was honorably discharged

in 2004.

The suicide bomber
was a sailor.

DUCKY:
I wouldn't be too quick
to rush to judgment

on that, Agent Cassidy.

Jethro, could you
come down here?

There's something
you really must see.

It appears we have

a bit of a mystery.

I'm not entirely certain
how our guest died.

Well, it's kind
of obvious, Duck.

Yes, if I base the results
solely

on the damage to his body.

Fortunately, we have this
miraculously preserved head.

And the rate of decay

of his brain tissue
doesn't even come close

to the time of the explosion.

I saw that guy walk
through the door, Ducky.

Well, Agent Cassidy,
I don't see

how that's possible.

Our suicide bomber was dead
at least one day before

his bomb went off.

GIBBS:
You okay?

I just got off

the phone with Amy--

Special Agent James Nelson's
bride of two months.

Correction-- widow.

Now I have to call
Tom and Mary Hall.

I don't like making
these calls, Jethro.

No C.O. does, Jen.

I know, but...

What?

This isn't Iraq
or Afghanistan.

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

No, but they were, Director,

and it'll happen again
if you stand around here

feeling sorry for yourself.

I am not feeling sorry
for myself, Jethro.

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

But you're right.

I have a call to make

and you have a terrorist
to kill...

catch.

By the way,
Ducky says

the bomber was dead
at least a day

before he blew himself up.

You might want
to give that some thought.

(door closing)

ZIVA:
We swabbed his apartment,
not a trace

of explosives;
he was a former sailor,

president of the Muslim Society
For Promoting Peace.

Tony checked out
his friends.

Their alibi holds up.

They were at a restaurant...
Are you going to
make a point soon?

Yes.

Who did you see entering
the building yesterday, Cassidy?

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

I mean, how do we know Ducky
didn't make a mistake?
Tony?

'Cause Ducky doesn't
make mistakes, Paula.

Which means what
you saw yesterday

was, by definition, mistaken.

Look, even if he did
die the day before,

it doesn't mean he
wasn't involved, right?

Tony?

She does have a valid point,
Ziva.

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

For all we know, he could
have committed suicide.

A suicide bomber

who commits suicide
before his bombing?

I mean, that doesn't
make any sense!

No, it doesn't.

But it does raise
an interesting point.

Imagine if you will,
ladies,

an assisted suicide
of a suicide bomber

who suicided
before his suicide bombing.

It's kind of like
how many chucks would
a woodchuck chuck

if a woodchuck could
chuck... whoa.

DiNozzo, what the hell
is wrong with you?

I am just trying to lighten
the mood of the room

a little bit, boss.

I got a better way-- leave.

And take her with you.

That works for me.

That works for me too, David.

"Dar-veed."

Reevaluate the crime scene.

Do not come back
until you figure out

how the guy she saw got out

before the explosion.

Are you getting soft on me,
Officer "Dar-veed"?

Look, I know what
she's going through.

Sometimes you need
to find something

or someone to focus
your anger on.

It's your only relief.

Of course the drawback
is, you know,

that they tend to hate you

for life.

If it helps her get through it,

I can live with that.

I don't know how
you work with her.

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

What do you think Gibbs
would do if I slapped her?

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

You know, Mossad assassin
and all.

You don't think
I could take her?

I took you, didn't I?

Uh, technically
you did put me down,

but I distinctly remember

the floor was slippery
that day.

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

Okay.

You okay?

It's a little dusty in here.

Paula, you don't
have to do this.

We both know
that I do.

When did you start
being so caring?

I have always been caring.

I come from a very
caring family.

The DiNozzos, in fact,
are celebrated

for their
caringness.

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

And what brought that on?

Or should I say who?

Well, you get older, you change.

What's her name?

Please tell me it's not Ziva.

It's not Ziva.

Good.

Her name is Jeanne.

You love her?

Yeah, I do, Paula.

Wow, you really mean that.

What's the problem?

(sighs)

I can't tell her.

Why can't you tell her, Tony?

It's just three
simple little words:

"I love you."

It's not so simple.

We were on

this climbing wall and she made

a little bet.

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

You lost on purpose.

No, I won.

And you didn't say it?

You know, Tony, it's a cliché,

but it is true--

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

And you do.

The NCIS tip-line received
two calls on Sunday.

If Yazeed
didn't make them,

one wonders who did.

Whoever set up
Cassidy's team, Abby.

Yeah, it's a rhetorical
question, McGee.

Just, just work with me here.

The NCIS phone logs show
that both calls came

from the same disposable
cell phone.

Are you going to tell
me who, Abs?

Well... no.
Right.

A third call was received
by the tip-line on Friday--

two days before.

It's an exact
voice match

to the calls that came
in on Sunday.

TIP-LINE CALLER (ARABIC ACCENT):
I must speak with an NCIS
special agent.

NCIS OPERATOR:
What is this regarding, sir?

TIP-LINE CALLER:
About someone I work with--
Yazeed.

NCIS OPERATOR:
He's what, sir?

TIP-LINE CALLER:
I can't... I can't talk now.

I'll call back.

(dial tone)

This one we can trace.

It was logged from a company
n Annandale, Virginia.

Kertek Computing.

They make software
for disabled people.

That's where Yazeed works.

Worked, McGee,

before he got himself
all blowned up.

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

we can match it
to our caller.

That's good work, Abby.

Not bad yourself,
Elf Lord.

MAN:
Yazeed is dead?

You're sure of this?

Very.

How did this happen?
Cause of death

is still being determined.

So you believe he was murdered.

What makes you think that?

Three federal agents
in my office

may have something
to do with it.

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

He was an instructor.

He taught various classes on how
to best utilize our software.

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

As well as check out
Yazeed's office

and any computers
he had access to.

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

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

why Yazeed is dead,
Agent Gibbs.

You watch the news lately?

ZIVA:
Yesterday? Right
around this time?

The policemen that were killed
by the suicide bomb?

They weren't police officers.

They were NCIS Special Agents.

That's us.

You see, Fahad,
he was the bomber.

Oh, no.

No.

You can talk
to whoever you like.

Okay, let's try this
a different way.

How many seconds between
our bad guy coming in here

and the explosion, Paula?

Maybe ten...

12 seconds.

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

before this place was turned
into The Killing Fields.

It blew
once my team closed the door.

So where'd he go?

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

How does a dirtbag
just vanish into thin air?

Gibbs is almost done
with the interviews.

What about you?
Just finishing

downloading all the
folders Yazeed kept
on the company servers.

Any of them sound like

the voice on
the tip-line?

Not to my ears,

but Gibbs is
recording them.

Ah, they don't seem
very pleased with us.

Gibbs tends to have
that effect on people.

MAN'S VOICE (on computer):
We develop the...

ABBY:
Sorry, guys.

None of these voices
match our caller.

Are you sure

that was every male employee?

All but one, Abby--

Yazeed Fahad.

Who couldn't have made
any calls

because he was dead
at the time.

We don't have a voice
sample of his anyway.
Yes, we do.

This is one of his
training DVDs.

ABBY:
All right, you guys ready
to give this a shot?

30 minutes ago, Abs.

We had to compress the DVD audio

to match the quality
of the original phone calls

to make an accurate...
Come on, McGee,
will you just do it?

We're doing it.

Okay, Yazeed's DVD

audio is on the top, and the
caller's is on the bottom.

We have eight key words
from each soundtrack.

But if Ducky was right about
Yazeed's time of death...

This has been a whole lot
of work for nothing.

Okay...

MAN'S VOICE:
And... meet... people...

invisible... listen...

close... suspect...

back...

McGEE:
It's an exact match.

Yazeed made the phone calls.

But how is that possible?

I never thought
I would say this,

but Ducky was wrong.

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

Evidence cannot tell you
two completely

contradictory things
at the same time, McGee.

No, it can't...
except when it does.

It doesn't make
any sense!

SHEPARD:
Well, perhaps you need

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

ZIVA:
Yazeed Fahad,
a former American sailor

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

Yazeed set the meet here,

a building with only one way
of getting in and out.
Agents Hull and Nelson

followed him into
the building.

Both of them died

seconds later when Yazeed
activated his suicide vest.

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

How can that be?

Well, you can blow up
a dead man, McGee.

ZIVA:
True, but Abby
has proof

Yazeed was talking to Cassidy
seconds before the explosion.

Someone mimicking his voice.

Audio forensics
say it's an
exact match.

And there's no other way
out of the building?

No. We covered every inch of it.

He's like Shrodinger's cat;

alive and dead
at the same time.

Existing in
a super position.

It's quantum physics...
theory.

When faced with a situation
like this,

the solution's obvious.

One of them's wrong.

I was going to use
the term "mistaken,"
but yes.

So we have to choose
between Abby and Ducky?

I'd rather be McGee's cat.

So which one
are you leaning toward?

Neither.
My money's on DiNozzo.

I let you down.

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

Who are you talking to?

No one, me.

I got the goodies:

Cigar, paper towel,
water and a candy bar.

That one's for you.

Think I'd rather
have the cigar.

Well, I need it.

If there is a secret
passageway in here,

I'm finding it.

How are you gonna do that?

I saw it in
this old monster movie.

This guy... is trying
to find his girlfriend

in some evil scientist's castle.

Now don't move...

too much or talk.

And if there are any gaps
in these walls,

then the air pressure should
suck some smoke through 'em.

DiNozzo, we checked this wall.

It's solid brick.

You ever hear
of a secret passageway?

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

How could there be a passageway?

Okay, Paula, a secret door,
then.

All right, we're running
out of daylight.

I'm gonna be in the car.

Special Agent Cassidy...

check this out.

Wow.

Uh-huh.

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

I can't believe that.

Believe that.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

(coughs)

Hmm.

(grunting)

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

You're messing with a buckeye.

You want it, I'll bring it.

I'm from Ohio.

One, two.

Hyah! (groans)

(groans)

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

This thing is cool.

Are you okay?

It's a old college football
injury.

(slight groan)

Wow.

Huh.

(door slams)

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

It wouldn't be much
of a secret door

if it stayed open
long now, would it?

Tony, look.

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

He probably dropped
them hauling ass
from the explosion.

Congratulations,
you did see him.

Means you're not crazy.

Not yet at least.

Ah, Mr. Palmer,
did you manage...?

GIBBS:
You want to see us, Duck?

Did you pass
Mr. Palmer

on your way
down here?
No.

I swear, every time
I turn my back these days

that young man is running off
somewhere.

Well, you should try
smacking him

in the back of the head.

It did wonders for DiNozzo
and McGee.

Well, I did.

Mr. Palmer seemed to enjoy it.

(laughs)

I'll remember that.

I apologize for the delay

in determining the exact cause

of Yazeed's death,
but the bomb

didn't leave us
much to work with.

Thankfully, his brain
survived relatively unscathed.

My first clue was
the massive accumulation

of lactic acid in its cells.

This normally occurs
when the brain is forced

to obtain energy
by anaerobic glycolysis.

Yeah, naturally, Duck.

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

These dark areas show the

most brain damage--

all areas associated

with rapid and sudden loss
of oxygen.

He was suffocated.

Yes.

You have enough
left to tell me how?

Oh, yes.

Yazeed was suffocated
with a silicone-based substance

that was forced
into his mouth and nose,

allowed to harden
and then removed.

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

Abby says

it's latex.

Abby also says you're wrong.
So I've heard.

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

This man was dead

long before his bomb went off.

(tongs clattering)

I'd stake my career on it.

You guys miss me today, Abs?
Why, where were you?

Never mind.

Of course I did, Tony.

(groans)

Sorry. Are you okay?

Cassidy hit me.

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

(slight groan)
Never lie

to a woman,
Anthony DiNozzo.

What do we got,
McGeekle?

Well, Ducky is still saying that

Yazeed was dead
when the bomb went off,

and Abby is saying he was alive.

What did Gibbs say?

Where the hell
you been, DiNozzo?

Solving the mystery
of the vanishing dirtbag, boss.

Yeah, well, it took you
long enough.
CASSIDY:
He, uh...

found a secret passageway
into the store next to it.

It was actually
quite impressive.

Turns out both places
were part of a, um,

magic/joke shop that closed down
about 20 years ago.

So I was right.

You didn't see Yazeed
enter the building.

Thank you
for pointing that out...

Officer David.

"Dar-veed"!

TONY:
But now we know we're looking

for another man, and, uh...

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

If there is a print,

if there is a fiber,

if there is a drop
of dried sweat

I will find it.

Not bad.

Hey, uh, boss...

I got a question for you.

That thing you said
yesterday--

we were really
supposed to have
the weekend duty

Cassidy's team took?
Yep.

How'd we get out of that?
(elevator bell dings)

I asked.
(elevator door opens)

So that really could
have been us?

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

Sometimes it has been.

You want

to worry about something?
Worry about tomorrow.

(light switch clicks on)

Going off to war, Gunny?

You trying to get rid of me.

I haven't decided yet.

Well, while you're thinking
about it,

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

Spoken like a true Marine.

I heard what happened.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, chopsticks?

Anything else?

Soy sauce.

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

Nope.
Got it.

Mmm...
(chuckles)

Mmm.

I had a very good time
at the batting cage.

Yep. It was fun.

We should do that
again sometime.

Yeah, we should.

Too bad our schedules
are polar opposite.

Must be a CID/NCIS thing.

Well, someone's got
to keep the wolf

away from the door.
That's why I've

been thinking.

Coming up on my
20-year mark next month.

Congratulations.
Yeah.

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

I'm thinking
about retiring, Jethro.

Settling down,
you know, making

some time for the people
in my life.

(sighs)

So what do you think?

Where's Gibbs?
We found him.

Who?
That dirtbag

who took my team
into that slaughterhouse.

ABBY:
Gibbs, Gibbs,
Gibbs, Gibbs!

We got a fingerprint
match off the piece

of mirrored sunglass
lens that Cassidy

and Tony found.

ZIVA:
Salman Umar--
we interviewed him yesterday

at Kertek Computing.

ABBY:
I got two fulls,

a, um, right index
and a forefinger

and I got a partial
on the left thumb.

I also found his home address
and a couple of his uncles

that lived in...

Be safe.

GIBBS:
Low and slow, McGee.

Take the rear exit
and don't spook him.

We take him alive.

Find out if he's working

with anybody else.
I don't get

an answer from you, Cassidy,
I'll take

your weapon from you
right now.
Alive.

Alive, I got it. I got it.

SELOM:
Well, Special Agent Gibbs,
has there been

some development?
Need to ask

your employees
a few more questions.

You already cost me
a full day's work

yesterday.

That's him.
Oh, damn it.

GIBBS:
NCIS! Everybody get down!

On the floor! Now!

ZIVA:
We had no choice, Gibbs.

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

We had a choice.

I could have left her back
at NCIS.

He was carrying this.

I want to know why.

Yeah.

It's Arabic. Read it.

"A covenant from Mecca sponsored

by the Muslim Coalition
for Peace."

The flyer for the conference
on Friday.

You think he was planning
on attending?

I doubt that,

Officer "Dar-vid."

Umar was quite vocal

about his feelings
toward Shiites.

He used to argue quite a bit
with Yazeed

on how they were
destroying Iraq.

Well, it would have been nice
to have known that yesterday.

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

His were usually ignorant and
colored by his own prejudice.

Still, I can't believe
that he would...

That he would kill over them?

MAN'S VOICE (on computer):
Apple, toast...

Boss, you should see this.

...pig, giraffe, Yankee, white.

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

...Holland, black, display,

results, oriented.

What the hell kind
of program is that, McGee?

V.S. Twelve.

It's still in
development.

It's a vocal
simulation.

It allows disabled
people who can't talk

to converse in a natural
sounding voice.

Just like
Stephen Hawking,

you type and the computer
says the words.
Yes, but ours

uses a 3D model
of the vocal chords

to resonate cavities
in the head

creating
a lifelike sound.

Umar was our main
programmer.

Would explain how Yazeed

was making phone calls
from the dead, right?

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

It would have required
a CAT scan of Yazeed's

throat and mouth.

ABBY:
For a terrorist whack job,

Omar is an amazing programmer.

Amazing enough to fool me.

This recreates Yazeed's
voice flawlessly.

FAHAD (simulated):
Now you know why you

found traces of latex
in my throat and mouth, Abby.

Why, yes, I do, Yazeed.

FAHAD'S VOICE:
What about you, Tony?

And I like your shirt,
by the way.

It's sexy.

Thanks, it's from the George
Peppard Collection, I'm...

Abby.

FAHAD'S VOICE: Sorry.
ABBY: Sorry.

Umar didn't need
a CAT scan for Yazeed.

He poured hot latex
down his throat

and cast a mold.
(keyboard clacking)

FAHAD'S VOICE:
Eww!

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

input the results
into the program.

Mystery solved.

Umar was who you heard
talk-typing on the phone, Paula.

The guy that I saw was not

carrying a laptop and typing.

I would have definitely
noticed that.
GIBBS:
Means he wasn't

working alone.
(keyboard clacking)

FAHAD'S VOICE:
Hey, Gibbs.

Why no Caf-POW?

(keyboard clacking)

I'll shut up now.

Your team was set up,

but they weren't
the target.

Yazeed was.
They were trying

to stop his Sunni-Shia
peace conference.

By turning him
into a suicide bomber?

It almost worked, Paula.

But luckily
for us, Yazeed

lost his head, literally.

Well, we don't know
that it didn't work.

At this point, who's going
to show up to this thing?

Oh, you'd be
surprised, Cassidy.

ZIVA:
We're not the only ones

who refuse to bow down
to terrorism.

McGEE:
They're going ahead
with the conference anyway?

Now that we've cleared Yazeed.

But we only got one of them.

What if somebody else
tries to stop it?

We kill them, Abby.

We catc them.

That's the preferred term.

I like hers better.

If there are still any holdouts,
(door closes)

I will personally call
and offer reassurances

that Yazeed Fahad

was the victim of a terrorist

bombing and not
the perpetrator.

I'm sure a reassurance
from you will encourage

people to attend, Director.

This incident has only
strengthened our resolve.

And made your peace
conference a major target.

All the more reason
for us not to back down,

Agent Gibbs.
That's why we're going to help.

I have contacted

the FBI and Metro Police,

and they've
agreed to increase

security at
your conference.

I will also be assigning agents
for close protection

of the senior clerics
that will be

attending the event.
Bodyguards?

Where they go, we go.

Yazeed always spoke highly
of his time in your Navy.

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

If your event lessens or ends

the insurgency in Iraq,

it is us who are
in your debt, gentlemen.

Thank you for
your support,
Director.

Thank you.

ZIVA:
Sheik Abu Talid Yusef,

the senior Sunni cleric
in attendance.

He's yours for
the day, Tony.

ZIVA:
Sheik Ali Bashir,
the senior Shia cleric

is Cassidy's,
and the most

senior cleric at the conference

is Imam Abdul Al-Maliki.

GIBBS:
He's mine.

Ziva floats
between all three,

depending on the situation.
The quickest way

to stop the conference is
to target one of these men.

Well, we're not gonna
let that happen.

Boss, what about me?

Yeah, right. Almost forgot.

Names of everyone attending:
run them down.

Look for any links
to terrorist groups.

Um, there looks to be over
300 names here,

and the conference starts
in less than six hours.

Yeah, uh-huh. Why you still
standing there, McGee?

Right.

ZIVA:
We pick them up

at their hotels
one hour before?

No. A little change of plans.

We pick them up now.

A little field trip.

They want to
hold a ceremony

for Yazeed and
Cassidy's team.

What kind of ceremony?

A memorial.
Where?

Where they died.

(sighs)

CASSIDY:
I've never been much
for praying, but, uh...

after this, I'm...

Hall and Nelson were good men.

They were the best.

(sighs)

I could have saved them.
Paula,

that's not true.

I could've turned
down the weekend
duty, Tony.

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

It was supposed to be us.

"Us" what?

It was our team
that was supposed

to take it.

Oh... I mean,

doesn't matter.

Nothing does.

I was supposed
to be in here.

I know it.

But...

here I am.

Ha! Very clever.

This side is clear.

(slamming)

I didn't think anything
could make you jump,
Officer "Dar-vid."

That was merely a reflex.

In America,
we call that jumping.

In Mossad,

we call that the difference
between life

and death.

I'm just going, I'm going
to let, uh, Gibbs know that

we're... we're clear
over there.

Something wrong?

It was supposed to be us.

But it wasn't.

Nope.

Not this time.

Abs, hey,
you wanted to see me?

I really need your help
with this, McGee.

Gibbs has me
running down the names

of over 300 people attending

a conference, I...
Now, McGee.

Okay, we know that

whoever was helping Umar
was using

that computer to re-create

Yazeed's voice.

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

So his fingerprints
could be on this keyboard,

but the problem is,
so are everybody else's

who ever typed on this thing,

and they're all...
they're all mashed

on top of each other, look.
So you're

hand-tracing them?
Well, I'm isolating the "J"
and the "F" keys because

that's where you
would park your
fingers when you're

waiting to type.
Okay, what do you need me to do?

I just... I need you
to look at this.

I need you to check my work
because I'm getting

dizzy from staring
at it for so long.

Okay.

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

Longer than if you
helped them set up,

DiNozzo.

When this thing
starts, I want you

out front, Ziva.

What about me?

I didn't bring you
here for security.

Look, I know I screwed up
at Kertek Computers,

but I'm...
Say a prayer

for your team, Cassidy.

We'll take the heavy
lifting on this one.

McGEE:
Green one's definitely Umar.

The other two are less defined.

Probably going
to take a while for...

You were saying, McGee?

How'd you get three
potential matches so fast?

Because these fingerprints
were taken from the first

crime scene.
(typing)

Looks like it was someone

who was helping Yazeed
paint the place.

(speaking Arabic)

WAHID:
This was Yazeed's dream.

To show the world that these

terrorist groups
do not speak for us.

We thank you
for making it a reality.

TONY:
Well...

at least something good's
going to come from all of this.

Yeah, Gibbs.

(cell phone snaps shut)

Put your hands on
top of your head.

Boss?!
GIBBS:
It's one of them, DiNozzo.

The prints on Umar's
laptop match the
painting gear.

What laptop?!

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

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

Behind you!

Paula!

(door slams shut)
(grunting)

Allahu Akkbar!

(device beeping)

(explosion)

(pounds fist on wall)

* Everybody hurts sometimes

* Everybody cries

* Everybody hurts

I love you, Jeanne.

* Sometimes

* Everybody hurts

* Sometimes

* So hold on...

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