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- ♪ -Hi.

I'm Special Agent Tony DiNozzo.

- Who are you? - Ziva David.

Mossad.

We're gonna be working together.

We're investigators, which means

we investigate things.

Can't be too careful when you're undercover.

Ziva is Ziva. Nothing to tell.

- I might have a plan. - "Might"?

-Just coworkers. -And friends.

Very good friends.

Don't flatter yourself.

That's just my knee.

You jeopardized your entire career, and for what?

For you.

The center of all this pain

- is me. - It's part of the job.

- This isn't you. - This is me.

This is what I made of myself.

But it's not who I wanted to be.

I'm fighting for you, Ziva.

I know.

I have to start over.

Alone.

- You are so... - Handsome? Funny? What?

Loved.

The blast occurred just hours ago.

The farmhouse belonging to the late Eli David

was the apparent target.

Ziva's cell's disconnected,

and she's not answering email.

I need to know what happened.

I need to know why she died.

Ima. Abba.

Me and Ziva have a daughter?

Ziva never told me.

I'm everything to that little girl now,

and I've never been anybody's everything before.

I'm gonna take Tali to Israel, look for some answers,

and then I'm gonna take her to Paris.

I have spent years looking over my shoulder.

There's a woman, she wants me dead,

and I will kill her.

This is the only path that'll lead me

back to Tony, back to my Tali!

What if I'm too damaged

to go back to who I was?

She's so big, and she's so beautiful.

It's okay to choose happiness, Ziva.

You deserve it.

I am ready.

Mom.

Ow.

Thank God nobody saw that.

You don't count. You see everything.

You look incredible.

Let's get this over with.

Please be seated.

Dearly beloved...

Six months ago, you hired us to stop ongoing cyberattacks

and sabotage of your construction sites in Singapore.

I am happy to report there has not been

a single incident since.

Whoever's behind this

is clearly allergic to my security company.

Mr. DiNozzo, the board and I

can't thank you and Salus Mondiale

Security Services enough.

Hi.

Everyone, this is Claudette Caron,

our chief technical officer.

Claudette, everyone.

Hello.

Um, sorry...

Oh, don't be sorry.

At Salus, we try to walk that fine line

between techno-thriller and workplace comedy.

Uh, give us a moment.

Oh.

- This is happening now. - Yes.

- You can't control it remotely? - No.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to cut this short.

We have another client in need.

How much now?

Another million-three.

So whatever's doing this...

Have stolen 36 million and counting.

And the firewalls we upgraded is the only reason why

the money wasn't taken in one shot.

Henry, it's me again.

I know it's late, but you got to call me back, buddy.

Somebody's stealing your money, and we're gonna try and stop it.

Hold on.

Tony! Look out!

Tony!

- That was close. - Yeah, that was close.

Oh, come on.

Pull over!

How long before the money's gone?

- 17 minutes. - Not pulling over.

This might get a little scary.

I'm gonna shake these guys.

The sidewalk? Really?

Monsieur!

We handle cybersecurity

for one of your biggest depositors.

Right here, right now, they're being robbed!

Do the French.

Well done.

Where is this happening?

Transfer office, ground floor.

You go. I got this.

It's okay. I know these guys.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gun? Really? For blowing a red?

Come on, come on.

Hands behind your back.

You know, I was a cop. Small world.

When I was at the academy, I learned this party trick.

You want to see?

Seriously, watch this.

Tell me you stopped it.

No, I can't find anything.

Hang on.

Okay.

All right.

Huh.

-That little thing. - Yeah.

Well, hide it.

I don't want it booked as evidence.

Hold on.

It's okay. All right. All right.

- Easy, now. - Where the hell is my partner?

Okay.

That is the robbery victim.

Interpol.

Whoa. Sorry.

Uh, sorry your boss yelled at you.

Interpol. They can be kind of pushy.

She's sorry, too.

Sorry about your vehicle.

Au revoir.

So, where'd you put it?

Where else?

Well, let's hope it's waterproof.

You carry it.

Gentlemen. Sure I can't get you a coffee?

Do we look like we need caffeine?

I'd take an elephant tranquilizer.

Fresh out, Henry.

Every director in Europe is flying in.

Well, who wouldn't want to witness firsthand

when Interpol is the victim of a crime?

Tony, do you have a clue how the fuck this happened?

No.

I know exactly how this happened.

Meet your thief.

A thumb drive?

Miniature computer.

Ninth evolution, apparently.

That little thing stole 122 million euros?

Well, it would've taken everything.

Fortunately, we just updated our protocols,

added three new firewalls, got the alert within seconds.

Et comment dit-on en anglais?

"House"?

"Home."

-"Apartment." -"Lodge."

"Crib."

Anyway, we'll lease the building next door

for overflow next semester.

We will also expand our private tutoring

and remote learning.

No reason we should lose students

just because they get posted to new embassies.

Annette, my tablet, please.

All right. So, let's go through those numbers again.

Relax. It's just a truck backfiring.

And that is when Claudette

grabbed ahold of this

and yanked it out.

Well, it did save us 115 million.

Great work, Tony. French Legion of Honor okay?

I'll take whatever they gave Jerry Lewis.

Just tell me you can trace the transfers.

We're working on it, but the trail is ice.

- Were we the only target? - As far as we know.

But out on the loose,

little 9.4 could crash national economies.

Really could've come up with a better name.

Have a blast with that, because I want this

out of my hands and into yours.

I will help you find your money and whoever stole it,

but I don't want this hot potato.

Look, we're grateful you stopped the transfer,

but given we have no idea who deployed 9.4,

and, as you said, this thing out in the world

could do a lot of damage, we think it'd be safer

- with a trusted third party. - Hmm.

That is...

The final word.

Thanks, Tony.

Henry, see you at the 2:30, my office.

Your boss has a long fuse.

Mm-hmm.

And when it runs out, you're better off

dying in the blast, so give me something I can tell him.

Well, Claudette says black hats tend to have distinct styles.

Crutches they rely on, flourishes they can't resist.

Do you have a top suspect?

Russian hacker Boris Peskov.

Who has suddenly gone very missing.

But we are on the hunt.

And I'm late.

For Tali?

Who else?

You tell her I've been practicing at four square.

That girl is gonna learn some humility.

I'll sell tickets.

See, right there. There's Mommy.

Mom.

Oh, you're so beautiful.

And you're a giant.

What's Daddy been feeding you?

Well, go figure.

The kid loves snails.

Hi.

Hi.

You're crying.

So are you. On the inside.

Yeah.

Well, we goddamn deserve it.

Yeah.

We sure goddamn do.

You're okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Hi. - Oh! Jesus!

So, you're watching the video about our...

You shouldn't sneak up on people.

If I were sneaking up, I'd be dressed like a tree.

Where is Tali?

She's playing football.

Ah, there she is.

I was thinking of, um, sharing this with Dr. Lang.

Again.

Pardon?

This.

Oh.

So, you're sharing a memory about us.

I'm going to share a memory.

Well, it's a good one.

At least, that's how I'd categorize it for my therapist.

Therapist?

Have you been in therapy?

Sure, I have.

Really?

Once.

I walked in happy, walked out depressed,

and I just kept walking.

That is so incredibly you.

Here she is.

You're late.

I am...

a little late.

Oh, not that late for Dad.

Okay, you two have fun terrorizing Paris.

Have her back at your place by 2:00 p.m., please.

Because Sophie's picking her up for tae kwon do,

and you have her dobok.

On it, boss.

Mm.

Bye!

No, no, no! Ziva, no!

TALI Mommy.

Hold on, hold on, hold on!

-Put the gun down! -Down!

It's okay. It's okay.

It's all right. Mommy just got scared.

I remember the first time you showed it to me.

- Terrifying. - Yeah.

My resignation from NCIS hadn't gone through,

thank God, so I still had my I.D.

That's the moment I realized

I might need some...

therapy.

And you wanted me to see it again because...?

Ah.

At school today, there was, um, a boom.

Everyone jumped, thought it was a gun or a bomb,

but I knew...

...it was a truck backfiring.

How?

For five years, you've told me to seek out

anything that sounded like gunfire or a bomb

so that someday I'd be able to tell the difference.

Welcome to someday.

I never thought the day would come.

The trauma you've suffered, leaving Tali, going on the run,

hunter and hunted for four years...

Come on. Let's do a little inventory.

Okay.

You and Tali?

Couldn't be better.

- Your language school? - Booming.

Panic attacks?

I haven't had to box breathe in, uh, six months.

Tony?

Not... bad.

He is a wonderful father,

partly because he is a child.

This is embarrassing. We're in public.

You love this game.

When I was nine. Not anymore.

You are gonna love this until you're 12,000 years old.

Okay? And I'll still be here.

So...

What...

movie character am I?

- You got this. - Dad.

- Madeline. -"A child"?

What do you mean by that?

Self-centered.

Bighearted.

And a lot of the time, just, um, oblivious.

Today he caught me watching this,

and he thought I was having a nostalgic moment.

He didn't remember me getting triggered-- literally.

What's made it on-again, off-again?

On-again, kind-of-again...

And where we are now.

Never again.

- Hi. -Hi.

Sophie's here!

She's, uh, getting her thing with the belt.

You know...

- The dobok. - The dobok.

There are macarons if you'd like to try one.

Ooh, yes, please.

Okay.

Movie Night Saturday.

I give you the gift of North by Northwest.

Je t'aime, papa.

Mm, moi aussi, ma chérie.

Tali, did you get your book bag?

- Right. - Ah.

You know, I love that she's growing up,

but I hate that she's growing up.

I dread the day she no longer needs me.

At this rate, that will be Tuesday.

Ooh. Beep, beep.

Got to go.

Thanks. Bye.

- Bye. - À bientôt.

Little drama while you were gone.

Three cops said they were notified

an alarm went off upstairs.

Well, usually, that kind of thing would be me,

but I got a rock-solid alibi.

We've had eyes on them the whole time.

You can see for yourself.

Doesn't seem like much of an emergency to me.

Mm, hundred percent.

The one to talk to is him,

- Lieutenant Galimard. - Hmm.

I may need to borrow something.

I appreciate the diligence, Lieutenant Galimard.

Macaron?

Merci.

Mmm.

You're going to want to do exactly what I say.

Those two men are not police.

They work for me.

And if I signal,

they will kill everyone in this office.

Take me to the Cyber Range.

The only room without cameras.

Wild guess.

You're not really a lieutenant.

Equally wild guess.

You were not totally convinced by my ruse,

and you borrowed a weapon from a lobby guard.

Please give it to me.

Slowly.

I don't think I will need to use it.

I have no desire to harm a child.

But if I must...

no objection.

You know what I'm here for.

Don't hurt my daughter,

please.

If you're after 9.4, it's yours.

No reason for your cops to shoot anyone.

There's nothing in this building worth dying for.

I agree.

There's something I want you to know.

You will figure this out eventually.

That live feed your men are sending you,

it is being recorded

automatically.

We have a capture on all communications

to a system called Ziva.

You named the capture system after your daughter's mother?

Anyway, it's all being uploaded to Ziva

as we speak.

Now, I can scrub the server.

The code for that is,

"We cherish NCIS so much."

Don't bother.

Now, if you have steadied your nerves, try again.

Please.

It's a little sensitive.

- How's dating? - Oh, God.

I haven't been out with anyone since that last...

disaster.

Look, obviously dating's...

A message from your old team?

No.

No, it's from Tony.

It's an encryption.

"N," two letters, "C,"

seven letters...

No.

No, no, no.

Do you recognize this street?

No.

Wait, that's the Champs-Élysées.

Uh, there's the Bus Toqué Bistro,

corner of Pierre Charron.

Uh...

Could you get me a tiss--

Ah.

We need to run.

Why?

Um, just got an alert on my phone.

Shoe sale.

Come. Let's go.

All right.

We exit the office, no gun visible.

I leave, no gun visible.

A few moments later, so do my gendarmes.

If we make it safely out of the building,

your daughter makes it safely to her tae kwon do class.

Sounds like a plan.

May I see my daughter one more time

to make sure she's okay?

That's weird.

Um, we're going in here. In here.

Les Arcades is my favorite.

You're acting really weird.

Especially, uh,

the ground floor, near the cafe.

Yup, there she is.

Who?

Two words.

Jewish mother.

The phone stays here.

Let's go.

This is gonna be interesting.

Just not in the way you think.

A lot of shooting, a lot of pointless death.

That sound good to anybody?

No, no, no! Stand down!

Did you call the police?

All right.

So, they get here, it's out of my hands.

But right now, I guarantee you can walk out of here.

Not without 9.4.

Are you okay?

Go with God.

But go.

Let him go.

Ziva.

Look, if I find out any of this is my fault,

I promise I will be on-my-knees sorry

for the rest of my life, but I don't know who did this,

I don't know how they targeted Tali,

and I don't know what they're gonna do with 9.4,

but I do know they knew right where to find it,

which means that it is either someone I trust or...

Hey. What are we gonna do about it?

- It's my mess. I will... - It is our daughter.

It is our mess.

You are right.

I haven't been to any of your safe houses in a while.

Do you still keep the deadly shit in your cookie jars?

I leveled up a bit.

Have I ever told you how deeply I appreciate your paranoia?

Quite the opposite, actually.

Have I ever told you how deeply wrong I am when I'm wrong?

You don't have to.

We got to find that coder, Boris what's his name?

Peskov.

Well, if he designed 9.4,

then the next time it gets deployed,

he might be the only one who can stop it.

Once they finish with the office,

I want you to close it up,

tell everyone they're on vacation,

and you should work out of a hotel for a while.

That bad?

Probably worse.

I'll be in touch.

Uh, don't forget, from now on,

we only use Salus Mondiale Synch.

Yeah. Chouchou.

Come.

Now, listen.

For the next couple days, Sophie's in charge.

When you and Mom aren't around, she's always in charge.

Right. Well, this is a different kind of "in charge."

Like, remember when I told you about being in the military?

You said it was full of jarheads barking orders,

which is why you never actually enlisted.

Did I say that?

Yeah, pretty sure.

Well, that was me being funny Dad,

and now I am being serious Dad.

It's nice to meet you.

-Little backup here. - Sure.

Okay, here's the deal.

Dad and I used to do work that was, uh, dangerous,

so we know what to do if anyone tries to hurt us.

We've planned for it.

Sophie's a wonderful nanny, isn't she?

Sure.

Well, she's great at a lot of things.

Things she learned working for her government.

All Dad was trying to say was...

you do exactly as she says,

even if you don't exactly know why.

Okay.

- How long are you gonna be gone? - Not long.

Hey. You are barely gonna have time to miss us.

Sophie and you are going on a wonderful adventure.

You're gonna have so much fun.

What about the two of you? Will it be fun for you?

I just need a minute.

Me, too.

I thought leaving her when she was two was hard.

But, um, explaining things to her

and knowing that she understands and then...

...watching her drive off, that's, uh...

...that's hard.

Also, smart.

Stinks how those two always go together.

You know what also goes together?

- Hmm? - You and trouble.

- What? Come on. - What the hell were you doing with that thing, anyway?

- Trying to get rid of it as fast as I could. - Inter-fucking-pol, Tony!

- Really?! - Not Interpol. Their banking security!

Well, to people with guns, it makes no difference.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You mentioned that, uh...

...someone you trust may be involved in this.

Sadly, yes.

You still as good a shot as you used to be?

Better. Why?

So, you think it's someone at Interpol?

I think you and Jonah do, which is why you left 9.4

with a "trusted third party."

Where is Jonah, by the way?

He's my boss.

He doesn't need to tell me his whereabouts all the time.

Look, I think the three of you need to come in.

For safety's sake.

People are coming after my family.

We think the call is coming from inside the house.

What makes Interpol remotely safe, Henry?

Tony, don't make me say the next thing.

Which is something along the lines of,

"Come in or we'll have you brought in"?

I wouldn't do it lightly.

So the rumors are true?

- What rumors? - The rumors that you've been approved

to create a search and sanction team authorized

to use deadly force?

Well, they're not rumors. They're called The Section.

"The Section"?

Who came up with that? You guys should put

a little more work into the names.

So, is someone from this Section gonna pop out of the lagoon

and grab me?

Tony, we're friends.

I hosted Tali's seventh birthday, for God's sake.

Then in a gesture of true friendship, give me your phone.

No.

Phone, Henry.

You wouldn't dare.

You're right. But I know someone who would.

A former Mossad assassin I share custody with.

I know Ziva doesn't like me very much,

but that's a bit O.T.T., don't you think?

Good talk.

How's your adventure going?

- A lot of driving. A little fibbing. - How so?

"Please, can I have another chocolate, Aunt Millie?"

"We've spoken about this already, Ella.

Of course you can."

Very convincing.

Someone has a career lawyering. Or spying.

Call me when you get there.

Bye.

Okay, I love you...

Look, I abandoned her once,

and I promised myself that I wouldn't do that again and...

Remember we were gonna take her to Disneyland Paris

and she got sick, and so we canceled?

And she screamed at me,

"Papa, you promised,"

and you said...

"It wasn't a promise.

It was a plan, and plans change."

"And that's no one's fault."

Tali couldn't ask for a better mother.

And I couldn't ask for...

a better safe house roomie.

I begged you to come to the shooting range with me.

Oh, believe me,

it's coming back.

Did you sleep any?

I laid down, and I memorized the ceiling.

Ah.

You sneaky son of a bitch.

- Who, me? - You tagged it.

- How'd you do that? - Silicone tracker.

I put it on 9.4.

I thought I could follow them from the jump.

Then they slipped it into a Faraday sleeve,

and just took it out.

Is that a hospital?

9.4?

If it is, things just got a whole lot scarier.

What does our power failure have to do with the U.S. Navy?

Well, it's a long story, I'm happy to tell it later,

but we're thinking that this might be a malware attack,

and we're pretty sure that the attackers are here

in the building.

Our head of I.T. is going to check the data center now.

MAN Your attention, please.

Follow emergency protocols.

There's a familiar number.

MAN Thank you for your cooperation.

Stay calm and move quickly.

- The data center, where is it? - The basement.

Stop your I.T. guy. He's walking into

a situation that could get him killed.

- I'll go. - No!

Normally, I would agree,

but you don't know what Galimard looks like,

and it'd be a shame if you shot the wrong guy.

Okay. Then we'll both go.

No.

Again, very in favor of you going through the door first,

but you need to lean on the hospital, and hard.

They have to pay the ransom.

Just in case you screw up and they shut it all down

and dozens of patients die?

- Something like that. - So what we're depending on

to save all of these lives is me being charmingly persuasive

and you kicking ass.

It's not ideal, but here we are.

However bad you think this is, it's worse.

Now...

why don't you tell me why you're going after

my 12-year-old daughter.

Hand over your gun, Monsieur DiNozzo.

Turn around.

No one was going after your daughter.

She was just under surveillance

until you unleashed Ziva.

I'm sorry, have we met?

What an excellent question.

She definitely knew me.

She had some really weird ideas about child safety.

Why didn't she just kill you?

Maybe we're friends on Facebook.

Claudette, 9.4

isn't just for robbing banks.

It shut down the hospital's entire power grid.

How'd we miss that?

It must have been hidden from my diagnostics.

But, Tony, I got an alert from our bank.

Our bank?

115 million euros was just wired into our corporate account.

What?

Hey.

- Oh, boy. - Yeah.

Henry?

Tony.

- How lovely to hear from you. - Look,

you have to see what this is, right?

Why would I put the money in my corporate account?

Someone is trying to use 9.4 to frame us.

Did that same someone also make you pull a gun

on a hospital employee?

Or run at the sight of me?

Or pose as NCIS?

That was a nice touch, by the way.

- Thank you. - No, no, no.

Thank you, Ziva, for...

not blowing my head off yesterday.

Maybe it buys us some goodwill?

Tony, the 115 million

has just been transferred out of your account.

So you tagged my bank?

Of course we did.

Now, if you want some goodwill,

tell me where the money is.

Henry, come on. I have no idea.

I don't want to believe that you two are involved in this,

but I have to follow the facts,

which means I'm issuing a Red Notice,

which makes you fair game for The Section, Tony.

I refuse to be intimidated by Interpol agents

who are happy to be that generic.

Goodbye, Henry.

Claudette. Hey.

I got him. Boris the programmer.

- How? - He's getting married soon,

and I found the website for his wedding.

I got his fiancée's phone records, and the number

she called the most often in the last two weeks

is a landline in a rented house in Genoa, Italy.

Hey, Boris.

We heard the good news.

So you're getting married, man?

Congratulations.

It was a job.

I didn't even know what it was for.

I only dealt face-to-face with one person.

Who?

She never told me her name.

Very mean. Very scary.

Very determined.

How bad is it, sir?

I get the feeling you fight this lady,

you lose.

-That's the mean lady. -She's Interpol?

We have to prove that she framed us.

- I'm gonna call Henry. - He put a Red Notice on our head.

Henry's not crooked. He's Henry.

You said you were alone, Henry.

I am alone, Tony.

- What the hell? - That was not me.

I'm not doing anything. Oh, my God.

Whoa.

- Oh! -What is wrong with your car?!

Keep shooting!

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