All language subtitles for NCIS.S11E23.HDTV.x264-LOL.HI[1]

FEMALE REPORTER (French accent):
The authorities are

combing the city today,

looking for
an American national,

wanted for the murder
of a Marseille police officer.

All right,
I'm really sorry about this.

(bell dings)

(man speaking French)

(dinging)

REPORTER: ...he is to be
considered armed and dangerous.

(news report continues,
indistinctly)

WOMAN: What do we
do now, Tony?

We run.

♪ NCIS 11x23 ♪
The Admiral's Daughter
Original Air Date on May 6, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

(knocking)

Hey. Sorry
I'm late.

I want to get in front

of this whole fender-bender
thing.

Despite what the lady
from the insurance company says,

I totally had the right of way.

Excuse me?

This isn't about the
surveillance van I totaled?

It is now.

Director.

We'll circle back.

This is Admiral Kendall.

He replaced Admiral Chase
at the Joint Chiefs.

NCIS Marseille is overdue
for a refresher seminar

on Internet security.

I want you to go
and run that seminar.

(whispers):
Am I being punk'd?

Ah.

I see.

So why am I really going?

To get my daughter.
In Marseille.

Agents from the NCIS office
there are bringing her in.

You'll pick her up there.

Your plane leaves in two hours.
Any questions?

Just one. Why?

KENDALL: I've been asking myself
that for years.

Amanda was valedictorian
in high school.

Straight A's in college--
Georgetown.

And then she just
suddenly flunked out.

She has spent the last two years
wasting her life,

jet-setting across Europe

with a group of international
trust fund brats,

partying in every capitol
on the continent.

Well, maybe she just needed
to find herself, sir.

Well, now it's gone too far.

This is the daughter
of Vladimir Dunchenko,

the Russian arms dealer.

He's the son
of an Iranian cabinet member.

And the girl in red is Amanda.

I'm Vice Chairman
of the Joint Chiefs.

I can't have my daughter out
partying with gun dealers,

Iranians and
God knows who.

But worse,
I don't think Amanda appreciates

just how vulnerable she is.

There are too many
national security implications.

Your official cover
legitimizes your assignment

but not a word to anybody.

Gibbs already knows.

But nobody else.

Nobody.

Copy that.

I'll bring her back safe, sir.

Thank you.

An Internet security
seminar? You?

Am I being punk'd?
No. Think about it.

Who do you know that surfs
more questionable Web sites

than yours truly?

Not something to be proud of.

McGEE: You have
a good point.

That's what you get
for being a misogynist.

What do you get if you kick
a dog? A trip to Hawaii?

Death by Abby.

DUCKY:
Timothy, I need

your computer expertise again.

The luminosity
is too feeble

for my visual cortex.

So you want me
to turn the brightness up?

(chuckles)
Be a dear.

Got a new phone there, Ducky?

Yes. Against my will.

Mr. Palmer has me addicted
to a game called Symbolese.

It wouldn't work
on my old phone.

It's a bit
like charades.

BISHOP:
But with symbols.

You create phrases

and other players online try
to decipher them.

This one is... killing me.

Angry hat...

GIBBS:
Mad Hatter tea party.

And don't you have a plane
to catch?

Uh, it doesn't leave for
another two hours, boss.

And I've got everything I need
in my go bag.

You keep a packed bag
in your desk?

Who does that?

Everybody.

(phone ringing)
Okay.

Yeah. Gibbs.

So where are you going?

Tony's going to France.

Oui, oui,
monsieur.

Je suis, uh...

(French accent):
Very Special Agent DiNozzo.

DUCKY:
The French

do see arrogance as a virtue,

so you'll be
welcome there.

But remember, in France,

only tip six percent.

Got a body in Norfolk.

Ooh, that's perfect.
You guys can drop me off

on the way, at the airport.

I need to practice
a few of these French phrases.

I keep getting 'em wrong.

Six percent.

Not a centime more.

Mmm.

Ooh, hold that door!

(waiter speaks French)
Merci.

McGEE:
Calling to gloat?

Oh, no.

Tim, I have
a very serious question.

What is six percent of 19?

You're gloating, and I'm busy.

What are you doing?
Still at a crime scene.

A plumber discovered a body
inside of a septic tank

by some off-base housing.

Who's the victim?

Don't know yet.
He's really wedged in there,

and Ducky didn't want
to risk cutting the tank,

so we flipped a coin
to see who's gonna go in there

and pull him out manually.

You used my trick coin,
didn't you?

Well, with you gone,
I had a 50-50 shot

and I could not risk losing it.
The smell is horrible.

Oh, yeah. I hear you. It's kind
of like how the flight

was overbooked
on the way out, and, uh,

I got bumped up to first class--
oh, wait, no, it's not.

Yeah, brag all you want.
I'm just happy

I'm not going in the tank.

Put it on.
You're going in the tank.

Boss, no, we-we
had an arrangement.

Ciao.

Bonjour.
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

I brought pastries.

(siren approaching)

(tires screeching,
siren wailing)

(speaking French)

Police!
(speaking French)

(officers shouting in French)

Sometimes I love my job.

And sometimes...

I have to crawl
inside a giant septic tank.

Well, it could be worse.
How?

Well, I could have to... climb
in there with you. (laughs)

Hmph!

You get the I.D.
on the victim yet?

Mr. Mush Fingers?

The body was too waterlogged
to pull a print

and, sadly, he left home

without his American Express
card or his wallet.

But the body
was weighted down with rocks.

Probably to keep it
from clogging the exit drain.

Yeah, but the (phone rings) rocks had
to come from somewhere,

so they could
tell us something.

Hey, DiNozzo. What's up?

Is this Inspector Gibbs?
Special Agent Gibbs.

Where is Special Agent DiNozzo?
Don't worry. He's fine.

However, I cannot say the same
for everyone else in your office here.

Why is Agent DiNozzo in cuffs?
GIBBS: Cuffs?

Because they are dead
and he is not.

Wait, wait. Who is dead?

Release him. Now.

Merci.

De rien.

Brief your superior.
Then we talk.

Gibbs, this is DiNozzo.

They're all dead.
I came into the NCIS office,

everyone was dead.

Gunned down.
Looks like close range.

Smells recent.

You said everyone?

What about Amanda?
All five NCIS employees.

Understood. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I got a lot of...

people here
keeping me safe.

Understood.
I got to brief Vance.

You get someplace private
and you call me back.

It's a date.

Did you know them?

No. Not personally. But, uh...

No, I-I understand.

My condolences.

Gerard tells me you
were here for, um...

Uh, what is it called again?

Internet security seminar.
Really?

Mmm.
Mmm.

Usually computer experts
are not so, uh...

...so.

Are you flirting with me
at a crime scene, Inspector?

No. Maybe. I don't know.
Does it matter?

Your timing could be better.

Maybe you're only uncomfortable

because you're not used
to being a witness.

Speaking of which,
do you know this person?

No.

She entered through
the front door, but...

a witness saw her crawl
out a back window,

so at the moment,
she's our only suspect.

Or a lucky victim
who got away.

You sure you do not know her?

I never forget
a pretty face.

Which means I'm gonna have yours

stuck in my head
for the rest of my life.

(wry laugh)
Okay.

Bon. That's all for now.

But would it be
possible for you

to stay in Marseille
for a few days

while I finish my investigation?

I would be happy to show you
the sights, if you become bored.

I'm sure that
would be lovely.

Good.

Perhaps after we probe your gun.

Excusez-moi?
Your gun.

We need to examine it
to make sure

it's not been recently fired.

Like Gerard says,
they are dead, you are not.

Just being thorough.

Right.

Of course.

My gun.

Merci.
De rien.

VANCE: Yes, Madame Secretary,
we want answers, too.

We already have one of
our best agents on the ground.

You'll know
when we know.

And we still don't know
anything, do we?

I talked to
DiNozzo again.

Two of the victims
were NCIS agents.

The other three
were local hires.

Was he able to get their I.D.?
Yeah. McGee's running background now.

When do we leave?
Working on it.

State's negotiating
with the French

for a joint investigation.

Gibbs...
Admiral Kendall's daughter--

you sure she got away?
Yup.

Could she be the shooter?
Not likely,

but she might know who was.
Then Agent DiNozzo's first priority

is to find her.
He will.

And when he does...

Straight to the airport
and home. I got it.

Well, at least the media
hasn't picked up on this yet.

It gives me some time.

Time for what?

To prepare for my next
phone call... to the admiral.

Unless you'd like
to make that call.

I would rather get in
that septic tank.

♪ ♪

Bonsoir.

Avez-vous vu cette femme?

Non.

No?

Avez-vous vu cette femme?

You should stick
to English.

And, yes, I've
seen Amanda.

She's over there.

But be careful.
She bites.

Bottle shots!
Bottle shots!

MAN:
Here we go!

(onlookers shouting)
Go, go, go!

I'm gonna get this, Amanda!

(laughs)
That's great!

MAN:
And the grand finale!

(chuckles)
(coughs, laughs)

Where is Amir?

MAN: I don't know
where he is!

WOMAN:
Amanda, look at this!

Oh, Instagram that.
Show him what he's missing.

Hi, Amanda.

Nice haircut.

How'd you find me?
Luck.

And the thousand
Tweets you've sent

from every nightclub
you've ever been to.

We need to talk.
No, you don't.

Khan and I don't care

how many goons her
father sends after her.

She's staying with us.

Don't you have a timecard
to punch or something?

You don't know.

Know what?

All of them?

They're all dead?

And you didn't see anything?

No. Nothing.

Then why'd you crawl
out a window?

(sighs)

My dad sent an NCIS agent
to pick me up at my hotel.

There was no
point in arguing,

so, after he brought
me back to his office,

I went to the bathroom,
climbed out the window

and checked into a new hotel.

Thanksgiving must be fun
at your house.

Did the police catch the killer?
No.

And right now, Amanda,
you're their only suspect.

But I'm... I'm just...

Shallow and vacuous,
but no killer.

You have to tell them that.

Right now, I'm more concerned
about you being a target.

Me?!

You're the only witness,

and the killers don't know
what you saw.

You're safe with me.

But we need to get out
of here right now,

and we need to go
straight to the airport.

I'm not gonna have to follow you
into the restroom

every time you have
to take a leak, am I?

Are we good?
Yeah, we're good.

Let's blow.

Okay, thanks.
Lila...

Hey, I have to leave.

If you see Amir,

have him call me?

It's important.

LILA:
Okay. I will.

Who's Amir?

Nobody.

A boy.

What's he gonna inherit
when his parents croak?

Nothing.
He doesn't come from money.

All right,
his-his father's

an-an Iranian
politician.

And that means
my father doesn't like him.

Shut up.

I had a feeling you were not
being completely honest with me,

so I had you followed.

I didn't shoot anybody!

I hope that's true, but

you still need
to come with me to the station

to be questioned.
TONY: If it's all the same to you,

how about we handle this
at the U.S. Consulate?

(wry laugh)

You would never allow
such a thing, Agent DiNozzo.

And you know,
neither can I.

Come to the station.

Your gun-- it's been analyzed.

You can pick it up, and...

maybe we can go see some
of the sights I spoke about.

(laughs)

Gee, that sounds nice.

But I think
I should call my boss first.

Ah, wait.

I have your gun
right here.

Let's get out of here!

Arrêtez!
TONY: Run!

Your prognosis?

It's not good.

Ah, I hate to lose a patient.

Uh, uh, wait. I think
I found the problem.

Looks like the system
drive is full.

How many apps
did you install, Doctor?

There's a limit?

TriviaMania, TriviaGod,

Encyclopedia
of Everything.

And I see you beat
my high score in Symbolese?

Don't confuse age
with rust, Mr. Palmer.

Ah, Jethro.

Any word on Marseille?

Just spoke
to their coroner.

Should be getting
the bodies back soon.

Until then,
what do you got, Duck?

Oh, as usual, more
than meets the eye.

I understand
that Abby was able

to make an I.D. from
our dental records.

Yeah.

Matched to a missing person.
A Zach Martin?

Runs an employment office?

Really?
Well, given what we found,

I was expecting
something sexier.

Sexier, Ducky?

JIMMY: Yeah, cause of death
was blood loss due to multiple

puncture wounds.
Yes.

He's also missing
several fingernails,

and suffered extreme
periodontal trauma,

reminiscent of the
movie Marathon Man.

Been tortured?

JIMMY: Hardly an occupational hazard
for a paper-pusher.

Is Agent DiNozzo
returning soon?

Yeah, he texted me last night.

He should be on the plane now.

Hold on...
TONY: Come on.

AMANDA:
Can we stop for a second?

We need
to keep moving.

No, we need to
call the police.

What, so they can, uh,
try to kill us again?

No. The other police.
The good ones.

Well, they don't exactly
come with labels, Amanda.

I am hungry, all right?

My feet are killing me.
Please, please, please.

Okay.

(sighs)
So, what's the plan?

Well, it depends what Inspector
Cheblis wants with you.

I have no idea.

Six people are dead. Think.
I've been thinking.

It's not one of my
strengths, okay?

You think.

Well, I think we can't
go to the consulate.

They'll be watching.

I need to call NCIS.

You doing it
telepathically, or...?

They had my cell phone, which
means they have my contacts.

Calling's a risk.

Inspector Cheblis probably has
her own Bizarro World McGee

monitoring cell towers.

They could be tracking
your cell right now!

Ugh!

Like in a spy movie?

Except I took the battery out
five hours ago.

Oops?

Now we're even?

No. Now we don't even
have a cell phone.

This is what happens
when I don't sleep

or eat, or get
chased all night

by killer cops.

Sit up. We will make
a little pit stop

to satisfy your... hunger.

Thank you.

And then we need
to get out of Marseille.

You know, this city
has over 1,800

police surveillance cameras.

It's just a matter of time
before they catch us.

So, what's the plan?

Well, we're gonna rent a car,
and we're gonna drive

to the satellite NCIS office
in Rota, Spain.

It's only about a 15-hour drive.
Oh, God.

Stop it.
Ugh! Ow!

(news broadcast
playing indistinctly

Hey.

Ugh. I know. Bonjour.

Uh... s'il vous plaît...

FEMALE REPORTER:
...an American national

wanted for the murder of
a Marseille police officer.

The suspect-- Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo

(sirens wail in distance,
Tony chuckles)

...a Federal agent
from the United States...

AMANDA:
What do we do now, Tony?

We run.

Renting a car is out.

So is public transportation.

I have an idea.

Will I like it?

Depends on how you feel
about progressive trance.

Whoo!
Here they come!

(laughs)

(laughing):
Oh, Amanda panda!

Natasha Kasha!

Kasha?
Whole grain buckwheat cereal.

You should try it.

Maybe try
smiling, too?

Let's go!

Can't believe I'm putting
my life in the hands of the cast

from Less Than Zero.
From what?

Never mind. (sighs)

What if they've seen me on TV?

Don't worry. These guys don't
exactly watch the news.

(music blaring,
people whooping)

(woman speaks French)

Dear God, give me strength.

Amanda Panda!
Khan Juan!

(laughter)
Oh, my gosh!

Hey, where's Amir?

Oh, he's with Lila.

They were thinking about maybe
going to Switzerland.

We were gonna join them, but

since you needed a ride to Rota,

we're gonna hit the beaches
at Marbella instead.

Rota! Rota!

EVERYONE (chanting):
Rota! Rota! Rota!

This is a bad idea.

We should stay
in Marseille.

Let me guess: Catch Amir
before he heads to Switzerland?

No.
Listen, we're going to Rota.

Sounds like everybody
else wants to go.

I just need to call my boss.

Well, I thought you said
it was too risky to call.

It is.

I have a better idea.

(bus engine revving)

BISHOP: I just think
it's quite a coincidence.

Every time we flip a coin,
I end up on the losing side.

Well, conditional probability
suggests...

I wrote my senior thesis on
conditional probability, Tim.

Be honest.

You were using
a trick coin.

Tim?

I am not using a
trick coin, I swear.

You lying little bitch.

Um... excuse me,

we're agents Bishop
and McGee from NCIS.

Need to have a word
with you about your boss.

Oh!

Those are my goldfish.
Who are you kidding?

I'm sorry, Mr. Martin
is busy at the moment.

Busy?

You mean...
in his office?

Yes. And he only
sees people by appointment.

No, that's the reason
you're still single, honey.

Sure gets around a lot
for a dead guy.

Yeah...

Oh, wait!
You can't go in there.

Hmm. So where's
Mr. Martin?

Well, he must have stepped out
when I wasn't looking.

Oh, yeah? When was that?

Last week?
Oh, my God.

More than a week.
This place is covered in dust.

When was the last time
your boss was here?

I don't know.

(phone chimes)

Okay, your goldfish
can wait.

McGEE: Your desk is
right beside his office--

how do you not know?
I've... I've never met him.

He hired me
through an agency

and he conducts all
of his business by phone.

Okay, well, we're gonna
need a list of his clients.

Okay.

I can do that.

Except...
What?

He doesn't have any.

He told me he's
a headhunter, but

I've never met
anyone he's headhunted.

So what the hell
has he been doing?

Well, he wasn't
using his computer.

Or his stylish fountain pen.
Or his stapler.

None of this stuff
has been used, Gibbs.

This Zach guy set up
an office

and pretended
to work there for years.

Abbs?

I pulled some old prints.

Probably from when
the office was set up.

But I didn't get
any hits on AFIS.

You want to tell me
what's up?

A giant septic tank.

And it's full of...

you know...
and the smell, it's just...

stuck in my... Ugh.

I-I mean, blood...

blood, I can handle.

You know. And brains,
I-I like brains.

You know, but... just,
a septic tank, it's...

it's a lot harder.

Thank you.

I have this for you.

A mug from
the Georgetown Hoyas.

On a whim, I checked
Georgetown's enrollment records,

and I did not
find Zach Martin.

So, on a double whim,

I ran facial recognition

against the
school's yearbooks.

And you got a hit.

I did.

Zach Martin
is an alias.

His real name
is Zakaria Hassan.

He was on
the debate team team and

was enrolled in the
engineering school...

Blow that up,
right there.

Amanda Kendall.

She went to school
with our victim.

(phone line ringing) You know,
I knew Tony would never

be picked for
an Internet security seminar.

Errand boy makes
much more sense.

You've reached very special
agent Anthony DiNozzo...

(sighs) Still going
straight to voice mail.

Tony's plane came into Dulles
ten minutes ago.

He wasn't on it.

Why would he go off the grid?
He wouldn't.

Unless he had a reason.

Or it wasn't his choice.

He's got a reason.

What's he wanted for?

Murdering a French cop.
Well, we should go.

No, we should wait
for Tony to contact us.

We work the case.
That's how we help DiNozzo.

Zakaria Hassan.

All we know
for sure is that

he went to college
with Amanda Kendall.

His murder
could be a coincidence.

McGee.
Rule 39, Bishop.

Right. Uh, no such thing
as a coincidence.

I knew that one.

Hassan lived under an alias,

ran a dummy corporation

and then was tortured to death
days before Amanda Kendall

escaped the massacre
at NCIS Marseille.

What was he into?
We searched his home in Norfolk.

It was clean. Abby's got his laptop.
JIMMY: You guys...

Guys, you got to check this out.
Jimmy, we don't have time

for picture games.
No, it's not about the game, it's not about

the game-- well, technically,
it is about the game.

I was in the middle
of a round-robin and a new user

invited me to play.
And...

It's, uh...
It's-It's Tony,

it's a message
from Tony.

According to the screen name,
it's from Khantempt111.

No. It's Tony. It's Tony.
I'm confident.

Explain how.

Well, start with
the first image.

It's a stick figure
with X's for the eyes.

Now, historically, cartoonists
have used this imagery

to illustrate
death because...

Palmer?

Explain faster.

Right. Um...

autopsy... gremlin.

Autopsy gremlin.
That's me.

Okay. Is there more?

Well, yeah, but the second one's
a little harder.

You got a bus
and a road.

Now, is the
bus on the road?

Is the bus
avoiding the road?

Is bus the name
of the road?

Rota. Spain?

NCIS has a satellite
office there.

Tony must be on his way.

That would
explain the map

of Spain he sent next.

Can you send a message back?

Mm-hmm.

(music blaring)

(chuckles)
I'm not drinking that.

What do you think's in it?

Rohypnol, GHB,

whatever roofie
your buddy Khan is on.

You don't care for my friends.

Listen, sweetheart,

I went to boarding school
with a version

of each one of these clowns,
and you know what?

Like most people,
I find clowns

unfunny and a
little frightening.

Well, if it weren't for them,
we'd still be stranded

in Parc du Centenaire.

They disturb me.
What can I tell you?

I am a continent.
I contain multitudes.

Bro, you got a message back.

Oh! Thank God, I knew
I could rely on Jimmy.

KHAN: I think it's saying
behind the badge...

(hiccups)
...there's nothingness.

I think it's saying

agents will meet us
at the border.

Oh, yeah. Hmm.

All right, we're going home.

My home's in Marseille.

No, your boyfriend's
in Marseille,

with the "Persian Hilton."

And you're welcome, by the way.
For what?

For saving your boney ass,
Princess Leia.

(tablet blipping)

Oh. Hold that thought.

Just got another
message from NCIS.

This is a little complicated,
it might take a second.

You smell that?

It's a party bus,
they're partying.

Stop the bus.

What?

(coughing)

Fire started in the bathroom,
ruined the exhaust system.

Got to wait
for the fire brigade.

Need my cell to call Dad.
He's gonna be pissed.

This bus was my sister's
graduation gift.

I mean, if this isn't a sign

that we should
head back to Marseille,

I don't...
We're not. Let's go.

What-- we're gonna
walk to Spain?

We can't stay here,
Amanda Panda.

Why not?

(sirens approaching)
Shh.

What did the message say?

That's gonna
be the fire brigade.

Followed by the police.

Look, there's gonna be a town
up ahead-- let's go.

Yes, I would
appreciate a call back

from the chief,
as soon as he can.

Ye... I understand.

MAN (over phone):
Thank you.

No. Thank you.

Making friends with
the Marseille police?

Have to return
my calls first.

And the ambassador's
giving me the runaround.

Please tell me DiNozzo
made it to the border.

Never showed.

Damn it.

In one of his last messages,

he said something
about a dirty cop.

If that cop caught
up with him...

BISHOP: We could have an
international incident.

Oh, we passed "incident"
five dead bodies ago.

If it were
up to Admiral Kendall,

he'd authorize SEAL Team Six
to exfil his daughter.

Well, one way to go.

I'm warming to the idea.

Why are you here?

Abby found hidden files
on Zakaria Hassan's laptop.

I have to call Admiral Kendall
and talk him off a ledge.

Unless those files contain something
about his daughter,

it's gonna
have to wait.

I wouldn't
make that call.

They have to do
with his daughter?

I-It's complicated.

(hangs up phone)
What'd you find?

Classified
intelligence documents.

Defense Intelligence
login procedures,

uh, protocols, ciphers...

Hassan was a spy. For who?

So far, we've only been able
to decode a single message.

It came from a DoD
proprietary server.

Meaning?

Message was from one of our own.

And that's where it gets...
complicated.

Two of your agents are dead,

another is wanted for murder.

My daughter is missing,

in God knows
what kind of danger,

and somehow I'm the one
in the hot seat?

Yeah, that's
how it looks.

Just have some
questions, Admiral.

Does it have to do with
finding my daughter?

GIBBS:
It has to do with

Zakaria Hassan.

I have no idea who this is.

VANCE: An encrypted message
from your DoD log-in

was found on his laptop.

That's not possible.

You're looking at it, Admiral.

And I assure you
I didn't send it.

I told you, I have no idea
who your victim is.

He went to college
with your daughter.

So did 15,000 other people.

He's the only one
murdered last week

with classified intelligence
documents on his laptop.

You're accusing me of espionage.

Security protocols.
DoD ciphers.

Everything you need
to infiltrate

our intelligence systems.

I am the Vice Chairman
of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

This guy's murder
is connected

to your daughter and our
two dead NCIS agents-- why?

I told you I have no idea.

And, clearly, neither do you.

My daughter is missing

and you are
on a fishing expedition.

Someone is peddling
classified materials.

Someone was involved
in espionage.

It's your log-in, Admiral.

If you didn't
send the e-mail,

who did?

All right.

(sighs) I don't see any
televisions or newspapers,

so that's good.

It's a quiet place
for us to grab a quick bite.

Can we talk about
Marseille?

What's there to talk about?

We're wanted for murder.

Technically,
you're wanted for murder.

They haven't even mentioned me
on the news.

Yeah, I noticed that.
I wonder why.

How 'bout I go back?

No, hear me out,
all right?

I'll get some transportation,

a safe phone,
then I'll come back and get you.

We're going
to Spain.

That's the plan.

Order me some eggs and coffee.
I got to hit the head.

Oh, God,
I was just going outside.

Why are you gunning-- no--
to go back to Marseille?

I was just going...
Shh!

Bonjour.

Uh, deux petits déjeuners,
s'il vous plaît.

Avec, uh, café.

Merci beaucoup.

Get off of me.

What are you doing?

Oh, what do we have here?

Ooh, la, la.

And matches are missing.
I didn't know you smoked.

I don't...
You started the fire on the bus.

I know.

Why are you so hell-bent
on not getting out of France?

I swear to you...
Don't swear...

don't pretend and don't promise.

Tell me the truth.

What is going on?
What are you into?

Nothing.

I'm a federal agent, Amanda.

I know when people
are lying to me.

And that's all
you've been doing.

Okay. Let's try another one.

(sighs)

Zakaria Hassan.

That's what the message
from NCIS was about.

You went to college with him.

And now he's dead.

Everywhere you go,
people die.

I've been framed for murder and
now we're running for our lives,

but all you care about
is finding Amir,

who happens to be the son
of an Iranian cabinet minister.

Tony...

No. You know what I think?

I think you're not some
brain-dead little party girl.

I think that all of this
is an act,

and I think
you are some kind of spy

working for Amir
and the Iranian government.

Am I crazy?

Half-crazy, Tony.

I am a spy.

But Amir works
for me.

And I work
for the same people you do.

I've been a member of
the Defense Clandestine Service

since I was in college.

Zakaria Hassan
recruited me.

He was my handler.

And "Navy brat party girl"
was your cover.

Hassan's idea.

What about Amir?

Well, I met him 18 months ago.

Oh.

Thank you.

Merci.

Hmph.

Took some time
but I turned him.

He's not a fan
of his nation's politics.

What was he feeding you?

Diplomatic cables from his job

at the Iranian consulate.

Low-grade
intel, mostly.

Low-grade intel doesn't get
seven people killed.

A couple of weeks ago, he came
across something different.

Coded files
regarding their WMD program.

Amir was worried that he would
be seen copying these files.

But he did it anyway.

For me.

So I sent them to Hassan
and then lost contact.

And I tried every communication
channel I could think of.

The Iranians
probably tracked the files,

found Hassan, killed him,
and now they're on to you.

Now you understand?
Yeah.

It's Three Days of the Condor,
except... I'm Faye Dunaway.

Amir risked his
life for me.

I'm not leaving him behind.

I need to get him out
of Marseilles.

Just let DCS get him out.

The mission went south, okay?
And I'm on my own.

Amanda, you're not
on your own, you have me.

And NCIS.

We'll get Amir out.

(phone rings)

Yeah. Hello.
TONY: Hey, boss.

Don't have long to talk.

Ah, DiNozzo. Where are you?

We're safe. We need your help.

Give me an address.
I'll have you picked up.

(chuckles)
That's not the help we need.

Okay. Go.
Amir Askari. Iranian national.

Works at their consulate.
Son of a cabinet minister.

He's somewhere in Marseille.

Yeah, and...?

I need you to find him.

Why?

Funny thing.

Can't tell you.

(scoffs)
Are you serious?

It's compartmented,

but we need an NSA Alpha Team

to pinpoint
Amir's exact location ASAP.

I can't authorize an Alpha Team.

No,

but Admiral Kendall can.

All right.

All right, I'll make the call.
Where can I reach you?

It's better if I reach you.

Stay safe, Tony.

You, too.

Hey, you get all that?

Yeah, we were
monitoring the call.

And we weren't the only ones.
You and Tony were right.

Who?

Someone was listening
to the call from inside

Marseille police
headquarters.

From a cell phone
that belongs to...

Inspector Isabel Cheblis.

The one who framed DiNozzo
for murder.

And Cheblis's
on the move.

GIBBS:
Track her.

With luck,
she'll lead us right to Amir.

Let DiNozzo know.
I'll contact him through Symbolese.

I got another call to make.

AMANDA:
Stop kicking me.

(Tony grunting)

Well, I hope you're, uh,
comfortable up there, miss,

because... I'm super cozy
back here.

Cheblis's been
in there a while.

Amir has to be inside.
Be patient.

Listen, just... can you move
your chair up an inch?

Oh. Wait a minute.

Half an inch.

(engine starts)

Okay, she just left.

Alone.

What's the play? Follow?
No.

Abby's tracking her.

We go in.

Come on, let's go.

(grunts) What?
My foot fell asleep.

Stupid car.

(man moaning)
Shh.

(moaning continues)
Over there.

(moaning)

Oh, my God, Amir.

Amanda, thank God. They've been
holding us here since yesterday.

Is he okay?

He's in and out, but I think so.

How many are there?
Two.

The policewoman
and someone else.

Can you help us?
That's the plan. Let's get out of here.

(coughing)
Shh. It's all right.

It's gonna be
all right.

(grunting)

Get up!

Get up.

Up!

Who's paying you?

That would be me.

Let me guess.

The Iranians discovered
that Amir was trading secrets,

so they hired you
to kill everybody?

Good guess.
How'd you find out

Zakaria Hassan
was Amanda's handler?

Does it matter?

Now drop the gun.

Right now there are 12

of the most highly trained
marksmen in the world

just waiting to
blow you to pieces.

All they need
is my signal.

I'm debating: Do I want to see
you blown all over the wall?

Or do I want to find out
a little bit more first?

Your call.

You're bluffing.

Am I?

When did you call them?

I didn't.

(chuckles)

But this has Leroy Jethro
Gibbs written all over it.

(elevator bell chimes)

KENDALL: ...just want
to thank you

for what you and NCIS

have done for me
and my family.

I cannot tell you...

Amanda.

Dad.

I'm okay.

(sighs)
Good.

We have a lot to discuss.
(chuckles)

I wanted to tell you, Dad.
They just...

wouldn't let me.

I know. I know.

I should have trusted you.

TONY: Don't be so hard
on yourself, sir.

My father and I have
had similar troubles.

It reminds me of this
one winter in Jamaica,

fraught with problems.

I'm sure you have
admiral-daughter stuff

to take care of.

She's terrific.

Hey. They let you out
of France, huh?

Only if I promised not
to come back.

Thanks,
by the way.

I bet State was
pretty pissed off you went

behind their back,
bringing in Interpol.

You do what you got to do.

Amen.

Ah, Mr. Palmer.

Nice job.

Hey!
Huh? Huh...?

I'm complimenting you.
Pay attention.

It doesn't happen too often.

Yeah, sorry. Um...

Breena keeps sending me
this message

on Symbolese.
I don't think

she understands
how the game works.

(chuckles)

I-I think she's
saying that...

she's got something
baking for you, Jim.

No, no. Breena's more of a cook
than a baker.

And, plus, I'm not
doing gluten right now, so I...

Palmer.

That's a bun.

That's an oven.

Do the math.

Oh.

Oh...!

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