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If you're trying
to be stealth,

a less pungent cologne
would've been a smarter choice.

Nobody wears cologne
anymore, Bishop.

It's body spray.

Mountain Musk,
I think.

Well, it's... bold.

I'll accept bold.

I'm also irritated.

Why haven't you returned
my messages?

[exhales]

NCIS has been keeping me busy.

When exactly were you going
to tell me you're working

on Benham Parsa?It was assigned to me.

I didn't seek it out.
I was just doing my job.

And, as your supervisor,
I'm doing mine.

I'm still responsible
for your actions

and well-being,
both of which concern me.

Look, every agency out there
is after Parsa

since the attack
on the Conrad gala.

You can't expect me
to just take a backseat.

That's not
the point.

You should have told me.

I'm tempted to pull
your joint duty assignment.

That's exactly
why I didn't tell you.

Look, this isn't like last time.

Sure feels like it.

[sighs]

What about Gibbs?

Does he know
what happened?

Gibbs wants Parsa caught.

That's all that matters.

Not to me.

Look, Marlens, I'm...

You're right.

Okay, I should have
told you.

Just let me see this through.

It's important.

[sniffs]
All right.

It's too cold
and you're too stubborn

for me to continue this debate
right now.

T.S. Eliot was wrong--
February is the cruelest month.

How do you stand it like
this, in this weather?

I mean, I miss that
Florida humidity.

I got to go.

Bishop!

[whistling happily]

What's with you?
You got a hot date or something?

Hot, indeed.
105 degrees Fahrenheit.

Picture this:

a bottle of Pinot,
roaring fire and me,

sliding into a hot, steamy soak.

Yeah, I'd rather not
picture that.

Well, sometimes you got to stop
and charge the batteries, Tim,

get the old
juices flowing.

I'm not really a bath person.Course not.

Baths are for kids. We're men.

Men soak.

What's the difference?

These babies.

"Mighty Aphrodite's
Moisturizing Bath Beads.

Unlock the goddess within"?[chuckles]

This girl introduced me to 'em
and, I'm telling you,

I had no idea.
Exfoliates,

makes you tingle
in all the right places,

you know what I mean?

I'm so sorry I asked.

GIBBS:
That makes two of us.

Grab your gear.

Port Authority
in Portsmouth

found a body
in the water.

Clothing matches the BOLO

we put out on Parsa's bodyguard.BISHOP:
Gibbs!

Good, you're still here.What's going on?

Is there a rumble between
the Sharks and the Jets?

What? No.
I-I have a lead on Parsa.

Yeah, so do we.
It's in Virginia. Let's go.

Wait, wait!
He's not in Virginia.

Bishop?

Speak.

Uh, Parsa's going
to Pakistan.

I-I should have
seen it sooner.

It all makes sense.

Slow down. Make sense now.

Salted hot chocolate.

It's what I was drinking
the first time I read
about Parsa's parents.

Raza and Sabeen Parsa
were innocent civilians killed

in a U.S. air strike on Pakistan
February 6, 2004.

This event is what triggered the
psychological shift in Parsa,

making him who he is today.

Now, the ten-year anniversary
of their deaths is in 48 hours.

He's going back
to where it started.

BISHOP:
Since 2007, Parsa's been
impossible to track,

constantly falling off the grid
at different points.

But that's where
there's a pattern.

He's been dark the first week
of February, every year.

It's his mourning period.

He's a sentimental terrorist.

Breaking my heart.I'm telling you,
he's in Pakistan.

CIA has eyes on his sister,
Hayat, in Karachi.

He's not in Karachi. He'd go
to where his parents are buried.

Which is where?

No official record exists.

Unofficially...

I believe they're buried
in the Swat District.

How unofficial?

Her gut.

I should've figured.

Why the Swat District?

For one,
his Pashto dialect

has intonations
of the northwest region.

And second, remnants
of the documents Bashir
Malik tried to destroy

mentioned Parsa
being "out to sea."

I'm guessing the dead body found
at the Portsmouth Cargo Terminal

was no coincidence.He's tying up loose ends

before boarding a freighter
out of the country, Leon.

BISHOP:
Yes, but-but Parsa
loves symbolism

and wordplay. Now, a
translation of "two,

T-W-O seas" in
Arabic, "Bahrain."

Now, the main route

that cuts
through the Swat District,

Bahrain Road.

Bishop, if you're right,

Parsa's a needle
in a 2,000-square-mile haystack.

That's a lot of ground to cover
in very little time.

I'll loop in the other agencies,

get their Parsa experts
to provide any more insight

into this theory.

Uh, I can save you the time.

FBI, CIA, NSA--

they... they'd all
refer you to me.

I am the Parsa expert.

Just how long has NSA
had you on him?

Six years, Director.

Excuse me?

DUCKY:
I've always found it
quite remarkable

how freezing conditions
can preserve human remains.

In 1991,

a 5,000-year-old body was
discovered in the Otztal Alps.

Yes, the man was
so well-preserved

that his last meal was still
in his system.

I believe it was chamois
and red deer meat.

[chuckles]
Yes, I wonder

what your digestive system
will share with us.

Mr. Popsicle thaw out yet,
Ducky?

No, not sufficiently
to perform an autopsy.

It's a slow process.

Why don't we just stick him
under the french fry lamps?

Make him crispy.[chuckles]

Thank you for that
astute medical suggestion,

Tony, but the human body
is a bit more complex

than a Beltway Burger.

Any way of knowing
if he was Parsa's bodyguard

before the autopsy?

Well, not from his prints.

The marine life...
[grunts]

did a number
on his digits.
[Tony groans]

How about cause of death?

Well, that
gunshot wound

to the neck, I'd
venture, had something

to do with it. Look...
[sighs]

I'll know more
when I've done my examination.

Clock's ticking.

Patience is a virtue, Tony.

Not in the Gibbs-iverse.

McGEE:
Thanks.[hangs up phone]

CIA intercepted
a call from Hayat Parsa,

and she's gonna meet her brother
tomorrow outside Karachi.

That doesn't make any sense.

Parsa's always kept his distance
from Hayat.

He knows it's the only
way to protect her.

And he knows
she's being watched.

It's a mislead.

Boss,

we think that...Bishop. Now.

I asked you to tell me
what you knew about Parsa.

And I have.

Not everything.

I don't like people lying to me.

I didn't lie.
You never specifically asked me

about my connection
to the Parsa case.

I'm asking you now, Bishop.

What aren't you telling me?

The details to that NSA
assignment are compartmented.

I can't tell you
without the proper clearance.

You can't tell me?

Or you won't tell me?

It's not relevant
to the current situation.

My situation,
Bishop,

is I don't work with people
I can't trust.

We have 48 hours
to find Parsa before he's gone

or we're back to square one.
Trust me on that.

Hey, Tim.

Whoa. Take it
easy, McGrabbie.

I'm doing you a favor.
You do not want to go in there.

Ooh...

They haven't looked
at each other all morning.

Yeah.

You could cut that tension
with a knife.

Oh, it's bad, Tony.I'm having flashbacks
to my childhood.

Reminds me
of Sunday dinners with Dad

and stepmoms two and four.

What should we do?

Same thing I
did as a kid:

keep your head down,
wait to be excused,

then go to your room
and play with yourself.

Play-play...[Vance clears throat]

[chuckles]
I meant "play by
yourself," not...

um, "with."

Always had a problem
with the stepmoms.

I'm not quite sure
why. Maybe, um...

I don't know. Maybe I just
wasn't being honest with them.

Do I look like Dr. Phil
to you, Agent DiNozzo?

You've got the mustache.

We were just getting
back to work, sir.

[exhales]
You can unclench now, Tim.

We're in the clear.[exhales]

Hey, boss.

You two have something
case-related to share?

I checked the manifests
of all the freighters
that left Portsmouth last week.

There was one Russian
cargo freighter that had

an unregistered passenger on
it. Turns out that guy was

helicoptered off
once they got out to sea.

I believe the details they gave
us were intentionally fuzzy.

I... um...

We-we can, um...[cell phone ringing]

we... can...

Abbs.

Gibbs, can you meet me
in the lab?

Sure. I'll be right down.

Nice work, Tim.

New look, Abbs?

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
would be intrigued by this...

transmogrification.

I was inspired
by actual events, Gibbs.

What do you got?
I've got a
flimflam, Gibbs.

A hoodwink.
It's the old switcheroo.

We've been bamboozled.

Allow me to
translate, Jethro.

The body in autopsy is
not who we thought he was.

It's not Parsa's bodyguard?

Our victim

is a Port Authority officer

named Alex Rio.

DUCKY:
Yes, I identified him

through a serial number
from his right knee prosthetic.

And the clothing that Rio
was wearing-- it wasn't his.

These did belong,
however,

to the mysterious bodyguard.

I found a piece of paper

with Arabic lettering
in his trouser pocket.

Body was staged.

Yeah, and here's where it
gets really interesting.

The pants
that Officer Rio was wearing

had a bullet hole
in the left leg,

but there was no corresponding
wound on the victim.

Meaning that the bodyguard
was shot in the leg

before he switched clothes.

And needed
medical attention.

There's no way
he could travel

with that kind of injury,

especially across
international waters.

He could still be in country.

That's great work.

It was elementary,
my dear Gibbs.

Alex Rio's been
working security

for the Port
Authority since 2009.

Boss said he hadn't been seen
since his shift last week.

Most likely when he stumbled
onto Parsa and his bodyguard,

tried to intervene
and got himself killed.

Not before he got a shot off.

BISHOP:
I contacted all hospitals within
a ten-mile radius of the port.

West Park had
a John Doe admitted

for a gunshot wound
to the thigh,

but patient took off
before police questioned him.

McGEE:
He's also been using
Rio's credit cards.

Last charge was to a
motel in Chesapeake.

Front desk said he checked
out a few hours ago.

[phone rings]Yeah, it's Gibbs.

It's Marlens. Can you meet me
in the park out front?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll
meet you there.

McGee, I want to
know when another

charge is made on that card.

You got it.

MARLENS:
Can't say I was surprised
to get your call.

I saw it coming after I heard
you assigned Bishop to Parsa.

Care to shed a little light
on that for me?You know I can't

divulge any specific
NSA operational details

with you, right?

Don't be specific, but you got
to give me something, Marlens.

Come on. I know this is
more than a case to her.

Just trying
to protect my people.

You can understand that.

Why do you
think I'm here?

When Bishop first started
at NSA,

she was a deployed analyst
assigned to the Middle East.

Her mission was
preemptive terror analysis--

to predict and pinpoint who
the up-and-coming players were.

She was the first to ding
Benham Parsa as a threat.

How close she get?

Almost caught him
a few times.

But, uh...
her near-misses just...

made her more determined.

Well, you work with her,
you know how she is.

She doesn't quit.

Which means she was pulled
from the assignment.

Reassigned.
Why?

NSA felt it was
in her best interest.

And that's really all
I can say about it.

Look, Gibbs, if you really want
to look out for Bishop,

distance her
from the Parsa case.

The deeper you let her get,
the more harm you're doing.

Just calling you, boss.

Charge popped up on
Rio's stolen credit card

for a flight to Miami

departing from Norfolk airport
in two hours.

Parsa's network has connections
in Miami.

Makes sense his
bodyguard would go there.

Okay, let's go.

No, no, not you.

Gibbs, I can't just...
I'm... [scoffs]

You're riding a desk.

Have a seat, Bishop.

[sighs]

WOMAN [over speaker]:
The Transportation
Security Administration

has limited the size
and quantity of items

that may be carried
through the security checkpoint.

No liquids beyond
the security checkpoint.

Please contact your air carrier
for a TSA...

Alex Rio?

You look really good
for a dead guy.

NCIS. Hi, there.

Got it, boss.

Get it to Abby
for DNA.

Okay, let this be a lesson
to everyone here.

When we say "no liquids
past this point," we mean it.

GIBBS:
Where's Benham Parsa?

Only met the guy
a few weeks ago.

He hired me to provide security.

Don't know where he is.

We pulled your DNA
from the water bottle, Khalil.

Parsa isn't just
your employer.

He's your cousin.

Tell me where he is.

Or what?

Intimidation tactics?

Threats? Torture?

They're all good ideas.

And all pointless.

You think I would turn
on my family?

My blood?

You don't know
what true loyalty is.

Your blood left you behind
to save his own ass.

His loyalty is one-sided.

Family is a complicated thing.

Hey, we need to talk.

This is the men's room, Bishop.

I know. I'm waiting for you.

[sighs]

How did you know
when I'd be in here?

Every two hours, like clockwork.

[zipping]

[chuckles]
All right.

We're gonna need to establish
some personal boundaries.

How long have you been working
with Gibbs?

Ah.

Yeah. Well,

we go way back.
It was a simpler time.

Rebecca Romijn
was still Stamos-ed.

Angelina Jolie was
kissing her brother,

and Russell Crowe
brought back the Caesar.

I really miss that one.
It framed my face pretty good.

How long did it take
you to figure him out?

Gibbs?
Mm-hmm.

Any day now.

You'll pick up a few cues
here and there,

but don't expect an answer key.

How do I convince him

he's making a mistake
benching me?

Well, for starters,
I wouldn't use the "M" word.

I'm just stating
the facts.

I mean,
whether he likes it or not,

I know more about Parsa
than anyone.

I should be in there
questioning his cousin.

First, he tells us
Parsa is priority number one.

Then he cuts me out
when I make progress.

What game is he playing?Gibbs doesn't play games.

Except for Twister.
That's been confirmed.

[sighs]

But you're the one
not showing him your full hand.

I've done everything he's asked.

What more does he need?

[sighs]

Gibbs doesn't expect that
you'll tell him everything.

But he needs to trust
that you would.

[door opens]

Tony, you seen Bish...?

Hey.
Hey.

What's going on?

Little bathroom campfire.

Oh.

NSA dropped this off
for you.

What is Operation Street Sweep?

Our leverage.

Are you sure about this intel?

It's the key to breaking Khalil.

Let's see what he's willing
to risk to protect his cousin.

Our 48-hour window
is down to 24.

I know you may not trust me,

but I'm asking you
to trust my instincts.

Where do you live in Pakistan?

Karachi.

Interesting.

I would have guessed
the village of Sharbaga.

Ever hear of

the Pakistani Sanitation
Partnership, Khalil?

It's a program that organizes

the residential waste management
services throughout Pakistan.

Your government believes

it's run by a local
environmental group.

In reality, it's run by the CIA.

Designed to create

an extensive DNA catalogue

to track terrorists through
their familial connections.

So, we ran your DNA

through the system
and found a match.

Three, to be exact.

How are your sons doing?

Do you want to keep them safe,
Khalil?

Don't threaten my family!

Sit down!

You're the one that
put them at risk.

BISHOP:
Our intel confirms

Benham Parsa is with
your family in Sharbaga.

What?

Drone strike has
already been ordered.

Your information is wrong!

He is not with my family!

Parsa is more
important to you

than you protecting
your own children?

Where is he?

He has a compound in Mingora

off of Bahrain Road.

Near the
Gunbad graveyard,

where his parents are buried.

MAN:
Recon satellite images show

the compound has
limited access points.

Our ground intel puts
six individuals inside.

How certain can you be
that this is Parsa's compound?

Well, from a tactical
standpoint,

the structure fits the bill.
It's surrounded

by ten-foot walls with barbed
wire, two security gates.

Blackened windows
for limited visibility,

and no telephone connection.

Just like Bin Laden.

Hmm. Are we working
in conjunction

with the Pakistani government?

Negative. There's also
the possibility

of external forces
complicating matters.

Hmm.

Swat District is still
a stronghold for the Taliban.

What are the
mission parameters?

With favorable
weather conditions

and a moonless night projected,

a SEAL squad led
by Lieutenant Blake will

make an approach via
two Black Hawk helos.

Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

York One will circle
over the perimeter

with Squad Alpha providing
outward security.

York Two will INFIL Squad Bravo
and myself into the courtyard,

where we will breach
the compound

and assault from the ground up.

Once JACKPOT is secure,
we will EXFIL

back to the USS Wilmington.

What's the operational
time frame?

INFIL to EXFIL
in less than 20 mikes.

Keep your team
at the ready.

Hooyah, sir.

Thank you, Admiral.

TONY:
Hey.

What's going on with you?

I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, ho, ho. Say no more.

I'm hearing you
loud and clear.

You want someone
to talk to?

That's the exact opposite
of what I said.

Come on, McGee.
Lean on me.

No, thank you, Tony.

Sometimes it helps to
have somebody to talk to,

and... believe it or not,
I can be a good listener.

All right.

It's Delilah.

I want to update her on Parsa

and tell her
about the raid, but...

You don't want her
to get her hopes up

in case it
doesn't pan out.

Exactly.
Hmm.

We've gotten close
to catching him before,

and he slipped
through our fingers.

Now we're on his turf, he's got
the home-court advantage.

True... but that makes
us the away team.

The scrappy
underdogs.

The band of misfits
with something to prove.

Parsa may be Apollo
Creed, but...

we're Rocky Balboa.

Rocky lost to Apollo.

But he won the rematch.

And that's what this is.

Feel better?

Yeah, actually, I do.
Thanks, Tony.

Don't mention it.

I'll be the Paulie to your
Italian Stallion any day.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo, McGee.

MTAC. Where's Bishop?Haven't seen her
since she left Interrogation.

I could check
the men's room.GIBBS: No.

Go on. I got it.

Surprised I'm not sitting
front row, center in MTAC?

No. I figured
you'd be here.

I've waited six years
for this.

So, why am I hiding down here?

Catching Parsa, Bishop,

only ends the chase.

It doesn't erase
the damage he's done.

Damage I could have prevented.

[sighs]

I should have stopped him
sooner.

Parsa made contact with me.

A few years ago, he...

he found out who I was,

tracked me down.

Started leaving things
for me to find.

Clues, taunts.

Gifts. [laughs]

Just his way of reminding me
that he was watching, too.

The chess moves I talk about?

Who do you think
taught me the game?

You withheld that from the NSA.

I knew they'd pull me
if they found out,

which... they did.

But I thought,
if I played Parsa's game,

he'd eventually
slip up and...

I'd get the upper hand.

You spend years
studying someone,

learning everything
about them, you...

...you begin to humanize them.

No, that's Parsa's play.

He lets you inside
his head so...

he can get inside yours.

Well, it worked.

I started to see the man,

not just the monster.

They're one and
the same, kid.

You really want to put an end
to Parsa's game?

Make your move.

That's it?

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Rule number 11--

when the job is done...

walk away.

BLAKE:
One mike to target.

They're on final approach.

Any Pakistani chatter?Nothing.

Bravo Squad, weapons check.

Passing phase line Delta.
Flare shows no contacts.

Bravo Squad,
stand by for doors open.

Go! Go! Go!

Bravo, keep containment.

Switch to helmet cam.

[groaning]

Outside clear.

Open door right. Go! Go! Go!

[indistinct shouting]

[rapid gunfire]

Clear!

All clear!

Right side is breached.

Hallway, moving.

All clear.

[yelling]

[gunfire]

Breacher hit.
We've got a man down.

Man down!

[rapid gunfire]

BLAKE:
Repeat, breacher down.

Breacher down!

[gunfire, yelling]

Clear.VANCE: Bring up
SEAL camera three.

Roger that. Camera three.

All clear.

Stairway.

Hold left.

Clear.

Open door, right.

[yells in Pashto]

Drop the weapon!

[gunshot, man groans]

Secure.

Pick him up.

On your feet.

Stand up!

All stations, confirmed--
JACKPOT.

Target is secure.

Commence SSE.
Five mikes to EXFIL.

Not over yet, Gibbs.

We cut the head off one snake.

There's still a whole
nest out there.

What are SECNAV's orders?

Now that we have Parsa,
press him for intel.

Enough to disable his
entire terrorist network.

How hard?
Whatever it takes.

Special Agent Gibbs.

How's your man, Lieutenant?

Easy day.
He's seen worse.

What's Parsa's condition?

Sustained a gunshot
wound to the shoulder,

intentionally
through-and-through.

Doc patched him up.

He say anything?

Only to refuse antibiotics
and painkillers.

Parsa doesn't believe
in an altered mental state.

Always has to feel
in control.

Well, we're in
control now, ma'am.

He's in a brig
holding cell.

Got a guard in with him and
another one posted outside.

First Class,
that's it.
Right, sir.

We set you up
in here.

You've got eyes in his cell,

as well as everything
confiscated from the compound,

including his laptop.

He have anything on him?

Just this.

Bishop?

It's his parents.

McGee, I want everything
on that computer.

Where's the brig?

This way.
What about me?

You do what you do,
Bishop-- analyze.

Special Agent Gibbs.

My first visitor.

They say you always
remember your first.

You're lucky.Lucky is getting shot?

No, you're lucky
you didn't get shot by me,

because I wouldn't have shot you
in the shoulder.

And what's stopping you
from shooting me now?

Not much.

You're a smart man,
not a reckless one.

Kill me, and you won't get
the answers you came for.

Yeah, well, I'd get over that.

I'm a smart man, too.

That is why I will
fully cooperate

and tell you what
you want to know.

Under one condition.
Hey!

I am not here to negotiate
with you.

Well, think of what
you get in return.

Names of those in
my organization,

locations of
our operations,

future targets.

Yeah, well,

if it sounds too good
to be true...

I'd rather destroy

what I've spent years building

than watch someone else
have control of it.

This is what
I'm willing to give you.

What do you get?

A conversation.

I have unfinished business
with NSA analyst

Eleanor Bishop.

Abby?

Abby, you there?

McGee! What's going on?

I need an update.
Did you see Parsa?

Is Gibbs staring him
into submission?

Oh, that's a good visual.

Abby...Hold on.

Okay, Gibbs has him
right where he wants him.

And it's Gibbs for the win! Ah!

Abby...Okay, I'm back.

To what do I owe
this transatlantic chat?

Well, I'm trying to decrypt
the files on Parsa's laptop,

and I need an extra set
of very skilled fingers.

I have ten ready to go.

Right.
Sending you the files now.

Thanks, Abbs.

Eleanor.

Sit down.

[groans]

Benham.

You're looking well.

You look like hell.

[laughs]

Will you reconsider
taking the medicine?

You know I cannot.

But it's nice
to know you care.

At least eat something.

We're going to be here a while.

[laughs]

My favorite.

You remembered.

It's your turn, Benham.

The main base of operations
is in Peshawar.

You'll find most of
my inner circle there.

First in line is Fu'ad Hansur,

former Al-Shabaab
militant.

How many targets
are you vetting?

In your country or...

worldwide?

Both.

[grunts]

Benham.

Six.

Agent Gibbs,

an Agent DiNozzo is
calling for you

on the VTC.

Take the call.

I can handle this.Not happening, Bishop.

If Parsa stops talking,
he might not start again.

We can't risk missing
out on the intel.

He is in handcuffs,
nursing a gunshot wound,

and there's an armed guard.

I'm not leaving you
alone with him.

It's the final move
on the chessboard.

Let me do this, please.

If he sneezes, shoot him.

You can
ask questions later.

[exhales]

TONY:
This connection must be bad.

It sounded like you said Parsa
was being cooperative.

He is.

Am I the only one
who finds that strange?

No.

Oh, hey, boss. How's it going?

You called me, DiNozzo.

Right. Well, Abby tracked down

the financial backers
funding Parsa's operation.

ABBY:
I did.

And guess what, Gibbs.

Half of Parsa's bankroll
came from two

government-contracted
U.S. corporations.

TONY:
I already briefed Vance.
He's updating SEC now.

McGEE:
Boss, we got a
bigger problem.

I just decrypted a file

that was a catalogue
for surveillance photos,

date- and time-stamped
over the last two years.

What's the target?

It's not what-- it's who.

What's after
Philadelphia?

What's the next target?

Benham?

Sorry.

We need a corpsman
down here now!

[Bishop grunts]

[alarm blaring]

MAN [over speaker]:
Security alert. Security alert.

Shots fired in the brig.

Security alert.

All hands not involved,
stand back.

[groaning]

[grunting]

MAN:
This brig door's built to stop
people from breaking out,

not from trying
to stay in.
How long?

To cut through three-inch-thick
steel? 20, 30 minutes?

No, you got to be
faster than that.

Blow the damn thing
if you have to.

PARSA:
You all right?

Better than the two sailors
you just killed.

Casualties of war, I'm afraid.

I just wanted us to finish
our conversation in private.

It's been a long time, Eleanor.

I've thought about you.

You should have stopped
by the office,

said hello.

[chuckles]
That's too formal.

I much prefer your
apartment in DC.

How is your
husband, uh, Jake?

He should really learn
to watch his surroundings.

Stop, Benham.

My husband
isn't your play.

So what is?

Use me as a hostage?
Make a trade for your freedom?

It won't work.

MAN:
Hold on! Hold on!
Got to get through!

BISHOP:
You're not getting
off this ship.

Hostage?

Is that what you
think you are?

You know me better than that.

This isn't an escape attempt.

It's a suicide mission.

VANCE: How much longer
until they can breach the door?

Too long.Any eyes inside?

Parsa's taken out both
security cameras. We're blind.

Marlens, any idea

what his plan is?

Parsa's actions towards Bishop

in the past
has always been psychological.

He was trying to make some
sort of a connection with her

to get her to
understand him.

I need NSA's
recorded phone calls

between Parsa and his sister.

Any that mention their parents.

What's the play, Gibbs?

Take a page out
of Bishop's book.

We're going to hit Parsa
where it hurts-- his family.

There's one thing
I've always wanted to know.

What made you single me
out all those years ago?

How did you see
the path I'd take?

It's the same answer
for how I tracked you down.

It's always been about them.

I singled you out
because I knew their deaths

left a void
that you couldn't fill.

I saw a scared,
angry kid

who used violence
to mask his grief.

It was never about money...

or religion.

It was about not feeling alone.

That's why you cause
death and destruction:

to make others feel
the same pain you do.

And I have succeeded.

I took comfort
in knowing

my parents were together
when they died.

Don't be scared of the end,
Eleanor.

You won't be alone.

HAYAT [over speaker]:
Benham, please, come home.

H-Hayat?

Mother and Father are gone.

I love them as you do, but...
nothing will bring them back.

This is not what they
would have wanted.

What is going on?

Where is Hayat?

You are all I have left
in this world, brother.

I cannot lose you.

Promise you won't leave me.

Listen to her, Benham.

You don't have
to die.

Spare Hayat the pain.

My sister will
understand!

She will honor me
as I have honored my parents.

Benham, please.

How will your family

honor you?

Hey. Heading over
to Delilah's?

Yep. Movie night tonight.

Had the sudden urge
to watch Rocky.

You interested?
Ah.

That's very nice of you,
but I've got an overdue date

with Aphrodite's Bath Beads.

You did good, kid.

I second that.

It was a team effort.

TONY:
Bottom drawer, Bishop.

What?

Bottom drawer.

[chuckles]

♪

[groans]

[groans]

[groans]

You're trying too hard.

Didn't know
that was a bad thing.

Practice makes perfect, right?

It's about reading
the signs,

staying one step
ahead of the ball.

That's your
problem, Bishop.

Stop trying to guess
what's coming.

Wait for it.

Trust your instincts.

[sighs]

[buzzer sounds]

Anticipation doesn't
get you the win.

It's how you react
to the situation.

Guessing we're not talking
about my swing anymore, huh?

You're catching on.

You're not the easiest person
to read, you know.

It's kind of
frustrating.

Actually,
it's-it's really frustrating.

Has anyone ever told you that
to your face?

So, what are you really
doing here, Agent Gibbs?

I gave you a job to do.

You stepped up,
you saw it through.

So is this praise?

No, it's a standard, Bishop.

And I'll expect that out of you
every day you're an agent.

Agent?

Wait.
[chuckles]

Are you offering me
a permanent job at NCIS?

Probationary.

But you've earned it.

If you're still up
for a challenge.

Okay, um, before I
officially start working for you

and this becomes frowned upon...

[both chuckle]

I accept... boss.

Welcome aboard, probie.

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