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We are taking down
Reigning Fire.

Graves killed my family.

If you help us

kill Aaron Graves,

you'll see Jonah's
nothing like him.

You're lucky
we're meeting in public.

Otherwise, we'd be doing
a lot more than talking

for what you did to my daughter.

- Are you two getting back together?
- No!

My brain is stuck
in survival mode.

It's very hard for me
to detach from instinct.

You don't think
they're going to the

Reigning Fire gun show, do you?

- It's in Paris.
- Revenge.

A dish best served Parisian.

I thought we agreed
on a destination venue

because we were gonna have
a small wedding.

We did. This is.

Well, this is
everyone from NCIS,

my colleagues from school,
yours from work, and, I believe,

every single one of your clients?

Well, to be fair,
one of those clients is Henry,

my best man.

Well, we never talked
about wedding parties.

Well, it's a wedding.

It's a party.
Who do you want to invite?

I honestly thought
it was just gonna be us,

and Tali and an officiant and--

Just us?

Well, that's not small,
that's no one.

So do you want to just go
to the courthouse, then?

No, that's not what I'm saying!

Okay, well,
can at least my dad come?

Of course he can come,
he's your father, Tony!

Can he bring a plus one?
'Cause he'll need a plus one.

I don't know, I mean...

Tony, you're not hearing me!

What's going on?

Hey. You all right?

Yes, I'm okay, I just,
I just need a little space.

Just...

a little space.

So that's the plan.

You want to break into

the Reigning Fire expo.
Why?

To stop Jonah
from killing Graves?

They have Dejan Lazar.

Aaron Graves is as good as dead.

Well, and, honestly,
getting between a warlord

and a psychopath isn't our job.

We have an idea
that could clear our names.

The Reigning Fire
Peacekeeping Solutions'

drone was overhead
when Jonah killed Henry.

That footage nails him.

If Jonah's planning another mission,

is it really smart to run
another one at the same time?

When I told Martine
about Jonah's goons

attacking Tali,
she seemed surprised.

We're hoping it planted
a seed of doubt about him.

And if they're fighting,
they'll be distracted.

Whatever chaos they stir up
gives us cover.

Jonah definitely
erased the drone's memory

before returning it
to Reigning Fire.

But maybe not
its core programming.

That drone uses
an advanced lidar scanner

to navigate its environment

and train its autopilot system.

That navigation data
would pick up people, too.

Motion, even vibrations.
We might...

might be able
to extrapolate audio.

Tech, tech, tech. And?

If we can get access
to the Reigning Fire servers,

we might be able
to reconstruct direct evidence

of Henry's final moments.

She means we'll have footage.

Okay, we provide cover and muscle.

Boris, you hack the drone,

if Claudette can get us inside.

Lucky, or maybe very unlucky,

guess which venue is hosting?

Le Corail Convention Centre.

No way.

We tried to land a contract there,

but we got underbid
by the anti-Claudette.

Freda fucking Floquet.

We went to uni together.

She was always a dick.

Ah, a revenge plot nestled

in an even bigger revenge plot
like a Matryoshka doll.

Okay, see you both in Paris.

Uh, sorry. I have a--

I can't, I have a honeymoon.

I have a lot of packing to do.

Laundry.
My delicates need to air-dry.

Well, remote work is over, buddy.

We need you back in the field.

How could you?

We hated Graves

for turning kids into collateral.

She doesn't look
like collateral to me.

You crossed a line.

And you broke a promise to me.

I did, I lied.

To protect you from a choice

I knew you'd find excruciating.

Oh, don't infantilize me.

No, I swear, if any harm
had come to that little girl,

I'd have killed Galimard myself.

But Tony and Ziva found me
at the prison.

We had to shake them.

They're stray dogs that won't
stop biting at our heels.

Tell me they don't worry you.

Of course they do.

And where did
that footage come from?

Hmm? Them.

They're trying to split us apart.

You still lied to me.

I know.

I did.

I am sorry.

Truly, I am.

How am I supposed to trust you?

We are so close, my love.

Tomorrow we kill Graves.

Destroy Reigning Fire.

Checking in.

'Cause this is...

I'll say...

ambitious.

But I owe it to Henry.

I also know I have blinders on.

We both owe it to him.

Mm.

"It" being wanted fugitives

walking into a convention center

filled with soldiers and cops

being hosted by an arms dealer

who thinks we attacked him.

Scary much?

I know.

But if we don't stop Jonah,

expose him and end this...

...what happens to us?

To Tali?

And what is it
that we tell Tali?

One ambitious mission

at a time.

Mm.

Oh, God, I'm sweating.
They can see me sweating.

We'll be all right.
The hardest part of getting

into Freda's database
was waiting for Tony

to choose his look.

Don't judge, we're wanted.

Just trying to blend in
with these government buyers.

"Funny, what a grown man
will do for a living."

Magnum, P.I.

I don't see Tom Selleck.

More like Groucho Marx.

I see a bit of Tom Selleck.

Oh, come on.

There we go.

I remember you.

From last month at the boat expo.

The beard's coming in.
Looks good, man.

So you shop for boats
and military weapons?

I'm a sort of
jack of all trades,

master of none.

I'm also a fan of Phillip II.

You know him? Armada?

Sorry, he likes to watch
the History Channel.

I love the History Channel.

That's my boy.

- Thanks.
- I'm sure you do.

Hey, look,
it's our prison break drone.

Tony, problem: it's not just

the venue guards we're up against.

Reigning Fire brought
their own security.

Well, I guess Reigning
Fire didn't trust Freda's guys

to protect the merchandise.

Except the way to
the server room is also blocked.

Abort, fall back, retreat,
all of the above.

Hey, hey, my powerful falcon.

You remind me of somebody
I used to call "probie."

He needed to relax.

So do you.

Ziva and I will clear a path
to the server room.

Why don't you help Claudette
get us some keycard access?

- Yeah.
- Well, there's the belle of the ball...

Aaron Graves.

Was your non-profit inspired
by your own injury in the field?

Yes, yes.

A faulty bomb
detonated near my head.

I'm very lucky
to be alive, actually.

Do you still suffer any symptoms?

I developed dyslexia.

Increasing numbers of soldiers are

developing these traumatic brain injuries

from firing your weapons.

Do you not feel
any sense of hypocrisy?

Try asking a soldier
in the field if he feels safer

without one of my weapons
in his hand.

Use that as a sound bite.

Oh, and if you ever thought
that scrambling a few

letters and numbers in my head
ever held me back,

take a look around.

Who is that dreadful woman?

I swear to God.

I'll see you soon.

Good luck.

Mr. Graves.

Jonah Markham.

- Interpol.
- Ah.

Pleasure's mine.

I appreciate your cooperation

lining up our stories
about the drone.

Can't give those vultures
an ounce of fucking meat.

Of course.

Yeah, good shit, Jason.

There's Freda.

All right.

Oh, God, I hate her.

- I hate her.
- Ah.

I thought I was the nervous one.

I am not nervous, I'm nauseous.

She makes me want to vomit.

You know she used to call me?

"Bubble Wrap," because she said
I typed too loud.

Not that often, but you know.

Hey!

Pull yourself together.

She should puke
at the sight of you.

No, wait, she should...

- she should--
- I know what you meant, Boris, thank you.

Just tell me

the second

the keycard is cloned.

Because the scanner will be
in my bag.

Get as close to her keycard

as you can. You can do this.

Here she comes.

But if they undermine you again,
you just come and tell--

Claudette Caron?

- Hi.
- Uh, get to your post.

Freda, hi.

How are you? It's been

- so long...
- How amazing to see you!

I was so worried
after your company went under.

I thought you might be,
uh, in hiding?

Or prison?

Ah, yes, it was a nasty shock,

but I am good, thank you.

Been freelance consulting.

This is my colleague, Boris.

Good to meet you.

I've heard such wonderful things.

Of course you landed on your feet.

You were always the best
at doing whatever it takes

to get ahead.

Well, you've cracked the code.

Running security at a security
conference, really impressive.

I honestly can't stop thinking
where would this place be now

if they'd signed with you?

It's sad you two aren't closer.

Oh, you know, we fell out of touch

after school, but it is so great
to see you doing so well.

Yeah, I'm sure you're surprised.

You had the better grades, but,

no offense, your code was, uh,

textbook.

And in the real world
you have to be more, uh--

- Lazy?
- Sorry?

Tell me, what do you know
about good code,

besides pieces
you copy from the web

or have AI generate for you?

Let's try to be nice.

Sure. Some advice.

Lick Claudette's boots
and pray some of her genius

soaks into your lone brain cell.

Boris!

That is my friend.

I am so sorry.

I didn't mean for this to turn

so confrontational.

But I'm so happy
to see you succeed.

Nice to meet you.

Graves sure came prepared.

So how do we clear the way
to the server room entrance?

I count
five soldiers with direct

line of sight to the doors.

- And...
- So diverting venue guards

may not be enough.

Mrs. Ranier.

- Tony, please.
- Hey.

You, please.

Trust yourself.

Trust us.

We're pros. We've done this
a million times, remember?

Okay, I'm glad

you're able to have fun
in the middle of a job.

Jean-Paul.

Oh. Well.

Not as much fun
as the boat show,

but it's always
a pleasure to be with you.

If I remember correctly,

you were standing
on every bow screaming,

"I'm king of the world."

Well, haven't you ever...

jumped up and down on a bed
at a mattress store?

It's called
testing the merchandise.

We're buying a boat now?

Well, we could get a boat.

Sail away, leave the world behind.

All the work, all the stress.

Be together.

Let me remind you
we have a daughter

who thinks us being together
is weird.

Well...

Maybe it used to be.

But I don't think it is anymore.

Maybe we've changed.

I think so, too.

So what's your problem?

Hmm.

Yeah, the venue guards
have a beef

with the Reigning Fire guys.

Great news for us.

Oh.

Excuse me, sir?

Hi. I have a question.

Um, there was
a Reigning Fire soldier,

took a group of people backstage
to show them around.

We were wondering
when the next tour was?

The backstage area is
off-limits, ma'am.

Someone ought to tell
those soldiers that.

Excuse me.

Wow.

Guys, you made that look easy.

Seems the guards don't like
the soldiers.

Well, we copied Freda's key.

Now we just need
to download the drone's

lidar data off the server
and we are out.

Boris, you're up.

What if there are
more guards inside, hmm?

What if one of them
sneaks up behind me

when I'm trying to work
and they knock me out?

I'll beat them up
before they can.

I heard you and Jonah fighting.

Stay focused on your own work

bypassing the Reigning Fire
security protocols.

I'm focused on my own safety.

Feel safe now?

Just need to get to the servers,

find the footage
of Jonah killing Henry,

and we're out of here.

Tony.

We have a problem.

What's up?

You're all clear here.

Well, we found Martine and Lazar.

They just took down

a soldier
outside the server room.

The bad news is we can't

safely get inside the server
room to get the drone's data.

Now that Jonah's crashed
our plans, I don't think

we can ignore his any longer.

But, Ziva...

we got to go
for that drone data.

For Henry.

I'm with you, Tony.

- But how?
- By going straight to the drone.

There's a data cable running
through the drone's wing.

It's risky, but if Tony can
distract the guards,

I can insert
a mini-computer into the drone,

and I can hack it wirelessly
from across the room.

Good.

We'll take care of Martine
and Lazar in the server room.

Hey.

Be careful.

- Be safe.
- You, too.

Well, we need a distraction.

What about if you bump a waiter?

Spill wine on a buyer?

Well, I'd prefer to avoid
any fashion crimes.

Oh.

- Hold on.
- Okay.

Hey.

- Sir?
- So...

you find your guy?

Reigning Fire's
unofficial backstage tour guide?

- No, sir. Must've missed him.
- You all right?

Oh, let me guess.

You got reamed
for abandoning your post, huh?

Yeah.

My old C.O. was the same.

Used to slap
the back of my head.

No good deed goes unpunished.

But...

your culprit's right over there.

I bet it's his side hustle,
giving backstage tours.

Now, not telling you
how to live your life, but...

if I were you,
I'd phone it in this time.

Cover my ass.

Make it my boss's problem.

- Ma'am?
- You again?

Yes. I have a 20 on the soldier
I told you about.

So, now what?

We let Freda be Freda.

Which one is it? Him?

Hey, you! You!

Are you the idiot
giving backstage tours, huh?

This might be your event,
but it's my venue.

You do not have an
all-access pass to my facility.

Does it look like
amusement park, huh?

Does it say
amusement park somewhere?

Do I look amused to you?

Oh, no, look, it says:

W-E-A, weapons expo,

and you're killing me
with your stupidity!

Okay, go stand in a corner!

Just get out of my way!

I don't want to see you again.

Did you do something?

Okay, keep going.

Introducing
Reigning Fire's founder and CEO,

Aaron Graves!

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you.

Oh, finally, I can see
the maestro at work.

I'm sure
whatever he's doing inside

those servers is brilliant...

...ly terrible.

We have to stop him immediately.

- Ready?
- Ready.

On behalf
of all of Reigning Fire,

we are incredibly excited

- to show you...
- Claudette!

Uh-oh.

- Oh, shit.
- I'll be at the bar.

Keep an eye.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

Follow the prompts,
trust yourself.

Hi.

Do you have a moment?

Not really. And you're so busy.

Let her talk.
If she's distracted,

she's not in our way.

So...

it means so much

that you made time for me.

I just wondered,

did you mean that,
when you said I'm your friend?

Because I would like that.

Okay, where do I
start with this?

Where do I start with this?

Um, I feel like I need
some kind of

navigational data
to find my way through it.

Navigational data, got you.

And it's so unexpected, uh, my

mind is going back to...

specific dates from our past.

The day Henry was
shot in Austria, check.

And it never felt
like you would say that to me.

Oh, I've spent
the last few years reflecting,

and, uh, I-I was a bully.

You were so good
and nice to everyone.

I was jealous. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I always wished
I could make it up to you

and we could be friends,
so when you hugged me,

I thought,
"Maybe she does, too."

Did Freda just say

- you hugged her?
- I don't know what came over me.

You woke me up.

You know, you're now
probably looking back

at a long route you've taken...

- Ah. I'm with you.
- That is your flight path, Freda.

And there's waypoints to it.

And those waypoints are snapshots

of key moments:

fuzzy renderings of buildings,

places, things, cars.

I'm stretching the metaphor a bit.

No, totally. You're saying
I need to, uh, examine my past?

Okay, I'm looking
at Jonah and Henry

right before he killed him,
but the people are just shapes.

You said you can extract audio
from this somehow?

Yes, you can.
You should probably do that.

You know,
if you truly want to convert

to being a better person,

that's where it would
extract the most insight.

Rendering. Thanks, Claudette.

Okay, here we go.

Your friends...

Where's Tony and Ziva?

You think they're coming back?

We have to go back.

Ziva, Tali.

Me, either.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Get ready for some good news.

Excuse me.

He'll have what I'm having
and I'll have another.

- Merci.
- Merci.

Thank you.

- Bachelor party.
- Mm.

Did you know that Sting
rents out his Tuscan villa?

Henry, I have bad news.

Okay.

You can't be my best man.

Oh. Got it.

Punchline?

- Merci.
- Et voilà.

No joke. No one's coming.

Ziva is not comfortable
with large crowds.

I'm sorry,
I wasn't thinking, you know?

No, no, no, it's fine.

- If that's what you want.
- Well, it's for the best.

Ziva deserves to be safe
and happy at her wedding.

As you know,
she has been through a lot.

And you haven't?

Well, I don't think my story
is quite as dramatic.

She was running for her life.
I got a surprise daughter.

Yeah, that's not
what I'm talking about.

What I'm saying is, I don't
think it's a great mystery

why you,
the ultimate latchkey kid,

would want to be
surrounded by loved ones

on your wedding day.

Okay.

I had a different vision

for my big day,
I will admit that.

And I did not grow up
with much of a family.

But I found one.

And I did want
to share that day with them.

Yeah.

Okay, let me tell you
how this is gonna go.

I'm gonna say
you should tell that to Ziva.

You're gonna say that you
will think about it.

You won't.

And then you will just keep
kicking that can down the road.

And what happens after that?
It just keeps...

going until it disappears?

- It does, yeah.
- Oh.

Or...

you end up tying the can
to your wedding car

and dragging it off
on your honeymoon.

What are you saying?

That I'm not ready to be married?

- Wow.
- Shh.

His fingers move across the keyboard

like a river over pebbles.

We need a distraction.

To separate Martine from Lazar.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Two server racks
just went offline.

Where?

Far side of the room. Southeast.

Does it stop your work?

Just slows me down.

I'll have to pull the data
I need from different servers.

Reallocate memory usage.

Who would like to see
some super-cool shit?

Everything you see here today,
I guarantee, it's the best way

to equip your soldiers.

But what if the future of war
doesn't require soldiers at all?

Now, before you start thinking,

"What's this crazy
son of a bitch talking about?"

I'd like to introduce you

to the Reigning Fire's
latest weapon.

The GNR-48313.

I call him Gunner.

Did you show Jonah the video
of Tali?

I did.

Next time,
she should come quietly.

He's really done
a number on you, huh?

So sorry. Backdoor attack.

I learned it from you.

Shit.

It is an honor to meet you, sir.

I'm big-time fan.

Field Agent Peskov.

Let's see what you're up to.

Come on!

Get up.

Walk slowly in front of me.

Jonah has another plan.

- I'm not sure what, but--
- You are so transparent.

You can't drive a wedge
between us, Ziva.

It was always there,
I just showed it to you.

Don't let him use you, Martine.
Talk to me.

Tony, if you have the video,
we should go.

I've got eyes on Jonah.

Isn't he lovely?

So sweet.

Good boy.
Gunner is the future of war.

He's fully bulletproof,

he's got a 50 cal.
mounted on his back,

he's got side projectiles
that can rip

straight through fucking Kevlar

and he can run 40 miles an hour.

But that's not what makes Gunner
so truly special.

What do you have, Boris?

Lazar has been teaching 9.4

to defeat
Reigning Fire's firewall.

The one he built.
Not even I can crack it.

Gunner, find Antoine Tritch.

Cracked it.

Not really.
It's already infected

every prototype on display.

Gunner's never
actually met Antoine before.

But thanks to Reigning Fire's
surveillance database,

he knows his face.

And he also knows
that Antoine here

hasn't paid me
for his last two invoices.

You naughty boy, Antoine.

Why would Jonah
want to take over the expo?

Ask her. But what I do know:

now that 9.4 knows how to defeat
the undefeatable firewall,

if it gets out of here
and gains access

to Reigning Fire's global network,

it can control every one
of their weapons in the world.

But luckily for Antoine,

Gunner knows friend from foe.

Gunner, release.

It looks like Lazar was...

looking to control
one weapon in particular.

Which one?

What's Jonah doing?

I don't know.

Something on his phone.

He's targeting
every Reigning Fire soldier

in the building.

Friendly fire is a thing of the past.

Gunner.

Stand down.

This is weird.

Graves isn't on the kill list.

But we are.

Don't shoot.

Give me back 9.4, or destroy it.

But don't let Jonah have it.

And now the fun part.

How much does this puppy cost?

Tony?

Ziva, we have it.

Video of Jonah killing Henry.

Jonah has control of the expo tech.

We are on the kill list.

Sorry, it's fine.

Gunner, release.

Tony, what's going on?

Tony? Tony?

It surprised me.

That Tony wasn't
on the same page as you

about your wedding size?

No, that was... predictable.

It was more of, um...

my reaction.

We were going back and forth
and then, all of a sudden,

I couldn't breathe.

It felt...

claustrophobic.

That sounds like a panic attack.

- You were triggered.
- Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Why?

I wasn't in a room with crowds.
No guns were firing.

I was with Tony.

I understand
that weddings are stressful.

I know the difference between
a dangerous situation

and a spat with my fiancé.

The brain does,
but the body doesn't.

And that's where trauma lives,
in the body.

Ugh.

Sometimes the triggers
are obvious,

like if a gas tank falls
and sounds like a gunshot.

Sometimes they're not.

A conversation can be a trigger.

You don't have
to be physically trapped

to feel emotionally trapped.

Okay, so now my body goes
into fight or flight mode

over guest lists, that's cr--

I know that's not a word
you want me using.

It's not crazy.

You said you weren't surprised

that Tony didn't share
your vision for your wedding.

He was not listening.

He was so stuck
in what he wanted,

that what I said really...

...didn't matter.

Like you had no agency?

Which is how I felt

- when I was on the run.
- Hmm.

You've come so far in dealing
with your obvious triggers,

but now you'll need
to focus on developing

new mechanisms to deal
with the less obvious ones.

I know it's hard to see,

but you can and are building
a life for yourself

where you feel seen,
heard and safe

on an emotional level.

There are no quick fixes.

Are you saying
I'm using marriage as a way

to fix the problems
between me and Tony?

I said "quick fixes"

and you linked that
to your wedding.

I don't have all the answers.

But you'll find,
if you dig deep enough, you do.

So, close your eyes...

Um...

Focus.

Try to accept what your body
is telling you.

There we go.

Breathe in...

two, three, four.

Hold.

Tony!

Gunner, cease fire!

Cease fire, now!

Gunner, no!

Emergency system override!

Merde!

Tony, can you hear me?

I'm okay. I have cover.

Shut it down, now!

All to the exits.
Move it. Move it.

Emergency system override!

Tony? Where are you?

Gunner, release!

I'm in the north corner,
behind the table.

I'm heading your way.

Don't, the thing is tracking me.

Stay where you are.

Gunner, no!

Tony?

Fix it! Oh, Lord.

Tony?

Can you hear me?

Killer robot dog.

Come on!

What the hell was that?

An electromagnetic pulse,
as a fail-safe.

The emergency lights must be
protected by Faraday cages.

Wait a minute.

What about the rest of the tech?

Tony, the EMP wiped everything.

Our evidence is gone.

Mr. Graves.

Jason?

Jonah Markham, Interpol.

We know who did this,
but I can keep you safe.

Jonah didn't want to kill Graves.

He just wanted to get rid
of his security

so he could get close to him.

Wait here.

Get down!

Focus.

Focus.

Breathe in...

two, three,

four.

Hold,

two, three...

four.

Breathe...

Breathe...

- Ziva.
- Tony.

Tony.

- I'm tracking Jonah.
- I'll be fine.

Just go.

I'll find Boris and Claudette.

We believe Tony DiNozzo
and Ziva David

are working with Dejan Lazar.

Lazar? How'd you get that?

We've been tracking him
since Tony and Ziva

broke him out of prison,

we assumed, to hack your network.

That was just confirmed.

Is there a safe place
we can go, off-grid?

I've got a compound on an island.

Good. Let's go.

- Jonah!
- This exhibit is off limits

until Mr. Graves has
cleared the premises.

I'm with him.

What are you doing?

I need you to trust me.

What? I am finishing this.

Guards...

Jonah.

Jonah!

What?

This place is about to be
swarming with agents.

We have to go.

What happened?

Exactly what Jonah had planned.

I tried to warn you.

Jonah will never see anyone
as his equal.

Not even his partner.

You were right.

Graves detonated a short-range EMP.

It didn't reach down here.

Where's your phone?

I'm learning not to trust anyone.

I told Boris to get out
when I left the server room.

Tony's gone, chasing Jonah.

The EMP Graves detonated

will have wiped Tony's comms,
his phone.

- There's no way to track him.
- We'll find him.

I followed him and Graves

to Isla Zafira.

Graves has a compound
here on the island.

We're on our way.

Are you gonna meet us there?

Daddy and I have
a couple of things

we need to take care of.

He's trying
to execute a power grab.

I can't stop him on my own.
I need your help.

Sometimes to destroy a monster,

you have to think like one.

Tony...