Previously on NCIS
- We're going down! - Chaplain Burke.
I just transferred to the chapel here on the Navy Yard.
Her body was on that plane.
What's her name?
First Lieutenant Gabriela Flores.
There were only two Marines,
and those were three cases.
And Flores wasn't one of them.
We will do whatever it takes to find her and bring her home.
No Marine is ever left behind.
McGEE: Flores was blindsided in an attack
on a girls' school she was helping rebuild.
It was the people she was working with?
That's the teacher.
Anyone that worked at that school could be in on this.
That's gotta be here.
BURKE: Are those children?!
She was trying to save them, and she got caught.
Don't come back without her.
Go ahead. Ask.
Ask what?
Tell Him what you're thinking.
In my experience,
He's not a big talker,
but His actions speak volumes.
His actions have been questionable.
Your daughter, Gabriela,
tried to save those kids.
She dedicated her life to serving her country.
If she's any indication of His actions,
then I have to disagree.
She should have gone back to base that night.
She should have followed orders.
Yes.
But by following her instincts,
maybe she was following His orders instead.
Can Gibbs bring her back?
Well, look, I haven't known
Special Agent Gibbs for very long,
but he's a good man and he's working with the best.
So I have faith they they will do
everything they can to find her.
I know they'll find her, Chaplain.
The question is will she be alive?
(door opens)
Agent DiNozzo,
what is it?
♪ NCIS 9x09 ♪ Engaged, Part 2 Original Air Date on November 15, 2011
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Captain.
Special Agent Gibbs.
Welcome to the belly of the beast.
Smooth ride?
Till somebody started shooting at us.
It's Kabul's welcome wagon.
Next time, bake cookies.
What's the status?
Got some locals to change their story.
And they confirm Lieutenant Flores
and the two girls were taken.
Did they identify the insurgents?
Changing their story is one thing,
but giving up names gets folks killed.
People are afraid to talk.
So why keep Flores alive?
Information.
Radicals don't like Westerners
opening up their kids' eyes.
167 schools were hit last year throughout the Middle East.
More than half were in Afghanistan alone.
And as a FET, Flores knows where
new ones are being built.
FETs act as a conduit
between the locals and the Corps.
I'll introduce you to Staff Sergeant Littleton.
She was there that night.
Schools can be a big part of what they do.
Good news is the two girls that Flores saved were just found
about seven clicks due south.
Abandoned roadside.
They're being transported here for treatment.
Are they all right?
Dehydrated, scared, clearly tortured.
But alive.
We'll need to see them.
As long as you're prepared for what you'll see.
I grew up in this region.
Looks like you turned out okay.
I can hold my own.
Copy that.
Staff Sergeant Littleton.
Special Agent Gibbs.
C.O. said you wanted to see me?
Yeah. Sit down.
Understand that you were with Lieutenant Flores
the night the school was attacked.
I already gave a statement to the Investigative Unit, sir.
Yeah, I know, but I just got here
and I'm anxious to hear.
There's nothing really different to say.
Just trying to get a clear picture.
Yes, sir.
A bunch of us evacuated before all hell broke loose.
I thought we were all together in a seven-ton.
I kept yelling her name, but she didn't answer.
She couldn't answer.
If I'd have stayed with Gabby, she might not be in this mess.
Or you might be dead.
Know that woman?
Soraya?
She's one of the fortunate ones.
Fortunate? How?
She wasn't at school that day.
She was seeing her family outside Kabul.
Have you seen her since?
No, sir.
We think that she used being a teacher
to know when to strike.
The kids trusted Soraya.
We all did.
She took advantage of that trust.
And she succeeded, sir.
At being a coward.
Now it's our turn.
(elevator bell dings)
While we may believe that everyone
should be taught to read and write,
there are still some in the Middle East
who do not see it that way.
Yeah, but on the other hand,
back in the Crusades, the Knights Templar,
they were willing to kill for what they held sacred.
Tragically, in both instances,
innocent children suffer.
BURKE: A battle for young hearts and minds.
And Lieutenant Flores found herself
at the very center of that battle.
Look at you two-- hitting Wong's after hours
and talking the night away like a couple of college coeds.
Commander Burke offers a perspective
I find quite... provocative.
Mm! I bet you do, Ducky.
(clears throat) Anyway, we're tired
and waiting for answers.
That was Homeland Security.
The Jaysh El-Mo'mineen
have links to terror cells
in Yemen, Saudi Arabia and the Philippines.
What's the next step?
Well, we need one of those cells
to turn on our radicals.
The less that they trust each other,
the more we can destabilize them.
- What about you, Tony? - Me?
I hope you're not wasting your time on
that bucket list I keep hearing about.
TONY: It's not a waste of time...
O ye of little faith.
Present company excluded, of course.
Yeah, I am working on bucket list.
Perhaps all this talk of terrorism has me anxious
about certain insecurities.
You, DiNozzo?
Yes, me.
I know-- shocking--
but beneath this incredibly masculine body armor,
there is a vulnerable do-gooder.
Vulnerable to...?
(chuckles)
Yeah, telling you would be like Superman telling
Lex Luthor about his vulnerability to Kryptonite.
It's not gonna happen.
So what is it, Clark Kent?
What are you so afraid of?
VANCE: Good morning, Agent Gibbs.
Evening, Director.
That you in the background, Mr. Secretary?
Hello, Gibbs.
Burning the candle at both ends, sir.
Careful, people are gonna think you care.
Nice scarf.
(chuckles)
- Update. - Boss, we got an i.d.
on our loving Afghan teacher.
This is from a classified
military personnel file on the school.
Full name is Soraya Zoranj.
Grew up in Baghlan, Afghanistan.
Parents were killed by the Russians
when she was a teenager.
Soraya also had two siblings:
An older brother, Osman, who died in an IED explosion
two years ago,
and a younger brother, Asa,
who's in the U.S. on a student visa.
He's going
to law school here in DC. - Talk to him.
Think he might keep in contact with the big sis?
- Find out. - On it.
Ah, McGee, I love the smell of coeds in the morning.
You need coffee, Tony.
So do I.
Working on Afghan time is messing up our internal clocks.
I used to thrive on all-night stakeouts
and sub-zero surveillance.
Maybe this is a sign something's missing from my life.
Like what, frostbite?
- You guys all set? - Come on. The kid's roommate told us
Asa spent all night in the law library.
Might as well start there.
I hate libraries.
Another one of your fears?
Don't mock me.
What's to hate about libraries?
The smell gets me every time.
Yeah? What does a library smell like?
Lonely smart people.
(chuckles)
Tony, that's our guy.
Soraya's brother.
Hey, kid-- NCIS.
We'd like to talk to you for a second.
Can we ask you a few questions?
Now I'm gonna spill my latte!
Hey!
You cannot do this! I've done nothing wrong!
Then why'd you run?
You owe me another coffee.
McGee...
It's funny we should find you with your nose in a book.
Why is that funny to you?
All those kids wanted was a chance to read.
Those girls...
just wanted to learn something.
And yet, here you are,
enjoying all the benefits of an American education.
You are a country of extraordinary power.
I see.
Study the power, find the weakness?
Let me ask you a question.
You think those kids
really threaten your way of life?
You know nothing about our way of life,
our culture.
I know plenty.
I also know a closed-minded,
radical parasite when I see one.
The kind that likes to prey on innocent children.
(chuckling)
Your ignorance is amusing.
Your know what I find amusing?
The idea of you in tiny little orange jumpsuit
all alone in a six-by-six cell crying for mommy.
I will not spend one minute lin your filthy prisons.
I wouldn't bet on it.
Unless, of course you wanna
give us the name of your little gang of school haters.
How many are there?
We are few
but we are very strong.
You cannot defeat us.
Say it again, DiNozzo, you're breaking up.
Soraya's little brother-- we got him.
He tell you where his sister is?
Not yet.
But we're squeezing him.
Squeeze tighter. I need her.
(static buzzes, crackles) She's the best hope we have...
DiNozzo?
GIBBS (quietly): Ah, damn it.
(sighs)
Hey, Matteson.
Gibbs.
I thought everyone was going to the E-club.
They are.
Thought I'd get out instead.
Hmm...
You want me to take a look?
No.
But you can start the engine.
Make yourself useful.
(engine sputters)
You sure you don't want me to...
Again.
(engine starts)
(chuckles)
You know, I really should know better by now.
Yes, you should.
I'm headed to Pendleton soon.
I heard, uh, maybe you're going there, too.
Okinawa, next week.
Wow.
Japan.
Well, good luck over there.
You know, Gibbs...
if you ever find yourself in Japan, or...
you know, even if you don't...
I'll always be around.
Give me a call.
I'd like that.
ZIVA: The girls, Gibbs.
Did you hear?
Hear what?
I had Tony. I lost him.
The girls Flores saved-- they are here.
QUINCY: Girls are both orphans.
Parents were killed by insurgents.
What are their ages?
Ten and 13.
Already been through more
than anyone should in a lifetime.
Hot grease was thrown in the older one's face.
The other one's covered in cigarette burns.
Their names are Kinah and Lala.
(speaking Pashtu)
Uh, we need to ask you some questions.
Okay?
Do you remember Lieutenant Flores?
Gabriela?
Gabby?
Gabby! Yes. She still there.
You go bring?
Gabby, Gabby-- she's... she's still alive?
They're not... done yet.
Notify the commandant.
Tell him we're a go.
Flores could still be alive.
That's very good.
You know that you're both safe here.
Can you tell us about Gabby?
They hurt her.
No cry.
ZIVA: Do you remember anything
about where these people took you?
(sniffing)
It smelled... smelled bad?
Like what?
Vroom, vroom.
Car.
And ground, it was black.
Oil.
- Oil. - Oil.
Ziva, we need a sample.
And then you get them anything they want.
You never stop smiling, okay?
Abby, did you get the sample analysis?
McGee, I have decided that I am never going to complain
about anything ever, ever again.
How can I whine about the cost of my DVD-by-mail service
when there's real problems in this world?
Well, when you put it that way.
Like, take this evidence, for example.
Normally, I would whine
about not being able to examine
the actual item.
But given that we
are 4,000 miles from Afghanistan,
we have to settle for a basic
chemical breakdown from the Marine unit.
And I took their breakdown and I made lemonade.
Who knew that geochemistry could be so cool?
You know, I actually took a college class in fossil fuels.
Of course you did.
Just like the chemical compositions of plant life
are unique to any given area,
crude oil deposits are like a geographic fingerprint.
This is from outside Kabul, Afghanistan,
on the Afghan pipeline.
There was no oil where the girls were found, so...
So it's probably where they were being held captive.
And where Lieutenant Flores still might be.
Commander?
Chaplain Burke? Hello?
Anybody here?
(imitating Paul Newman): Anybody here?
Cool Hand Luke.
(chuckles)
Of course, You knew that.
You know, I could have used You a couple months ago.
Got my head scrambled pretty good.
Of course, I understand You're a busy guy.
We haven't talked much.
That's my bad.
I'm doing the best I can down here, you know.
For a DiNozzo.
Hopefully, living up to my end of the bargain.
You do remember our bargain...?
Be nice to hear from You.
So You have a plan?
Anything You want to share with me?
How about You let me know I'm on the right track?
How about You let me know I'm not talking to myself?
You are so predictable.
(with Southern accent): Well, I guess what we have here
is a failure to communicate.
Agent DiNozzo.
You looking for me?
Yeah.
(clears throat) Chaplain.
Tell Joseph Flores
we think we know where his daughter might be.
I'm getting out of here.
VANCE: Extraction team in place.
Zero hour.
That's what they call it.
I'd like to take this time to wish everyone luck.
Luck's for the unprepared, Mr. Secretary.
Well, I'd rather have it than not, General.
Game on. Scopes and helmet cams.
Air support's on standby.
Thermals indicate five people.
The one on the ground's probably Flores.
Okay. Let's do this.
(gunfire)
Corpsman!
(heavy gunfire)
Go! Go! Go!
Pressure.
You hang in there, Marine.
(groans)
SOLIDER: I got him, sir.
Keep breathing, Captain.
Go, go, go!
(speaks Arabic command)
That's her.
GIBBS: Lieutenant?
Fine, sir.
Your call.
Give me a reason.
So what's it gonna be?
Feed you to the locals,
lifetime at Gitmo, or you die right here?
SOLIDER: Target's secure!
Don't you say a word.
Oh, God...
How am I doing?
You're doing great, Captain. Just hold on.
We're going to need three more liters of O-neg.
I gotta get him some lidocaine.
Did anybody call for medevac?
It's on the way.
Ma'am, I can take it from here-- step back.
Don't go, David.
I'm not leaving you.
Ma'am, I need you to please-- I said I am not leaving!
You look at me, Captain. Look at me.
That's right.
My mom and dad.
Tell them...
I'm sorry.
Where are they? What are their names?
Come on. Stay with me.
Maryland.
They own a small motel on the bay.
You have to tell them...
I love them.
I promise I will.
I promise I will tell them everything.
(exhales)
We'll get you home.
(helicopter approaching)
Agent DiNozzo...
what is it?
We got her, sir.
(sighs)
Your daughter Gabriela--
she's alive.
(sighs)
Thank you.
God bless you.
She's alive! She's alive!
Drink.
I have been, sir.
Well, drink some more.
There are some folks happy
to hear you're alive, Lieutenant.
I know.
Your dad's pretty happy, too.
I'm anxious to see him.
Yeah, I bet you are.
Quincy, sir...
he wouldn't be dead if I hadn't...
(voice breaking): if I hadn't...
Quincy died doing his job, Flores.
He was your commanding officer.
That made you his responsibility.
Why'd you do it--
running off with the kids,
disobeying orders.
I didn't have a choice.
I knew what would happen to those girls.
If I had to do it again...
You would.
Yes, sir.
People died because of that teacher--
Marines.
What do you think should happen to her?
Sir, that's not my decision.
Yeah, but you've thought about it, right?
She should be held accountable for her crimes.
Oh.
She should watch those girls
change the world in positive ways
she never imagined.
That a punishment?
That's a gift, sir.
Punishment is knowing she could have done the same.
You're rare, Flores.
Come on. Let's go home.
What?
Nothing.
Oh, no. Definitely something. What?
You intrigue me.
Uh-oh.
Why?
When something's broken, I want to fix it.
Well, I hate to break it to you, Chaplain,
but you ain't got enough tools in your woodshed.
Oh, you might be surprised. (chuckles)
So how do I intrigue you?
In a naughty Catholic schoolgirl kind of way
or because I'm in need of what your kind calls
"spiritual guidance"?
Well, lucky for me, the latter.
Well, you don't have to worry about me.
I am rock solid in the spirit department.
Mm, that's fascinating.
You know what's even more fascinating?
No, what's that?
I don't believe you.
When you're ready to face that fear, Agent DiNozzo,
I'm ready to face it with you.
(chuckles)
You know, I...
I was just trying to save them.
And you did.
Should've been me in that box.
No, Lieutenant.
And it should not have been Captain Quincy either.
What's going on? What's it say?
Helo went down. Lost six Marines.
Where?
Okinawa, Japan.
Poor bastards just got there.
I think that Matteson girl was one of them.
I never actually talked to her,
but she beat three of my course times.
- She was good. - Hell of an athlete.
Gibbs, you remember Matteson.
(echoing): ...Matteson...
Present arms!
(praying in Arabic)
Welcome to my classroom.
Why am I here?
Instead of a direct flight to Gitmo,
I thought we could talk.
Have a family reunion.
I have nothing to say.
When was the last time you saw each other?
No, let me guess.
Terrorist convention in Toledo?
Mock me all you want, Agent Gibbs,
you will never understand our motivation.
You gained the trust of these kids, and then you hurt 'em.
By teaching future generations not to be influenced
by your histrionic lies?
In this country, teaching children is a privilege.
In this country, you waste money
sending your kids to college to have fun.
They're taught to think on their own.
They are rich, spoiled brats.
This is how you answer that?
You're radicals who maim and kill innocent children
because they want to learn how other people think?!
You think we do this for ourselves?!
You come into our villages and towns
with your disgusting Western ideals.
You teach our children to question their heritage,
to rely on the Internet instead of the Koran.
Yes, this is our answer. It is the only answer.
And you will see.
I'll see.
I'll see what?
You are here.
We are here.
Lieutenant Flores is here.
And our older brother is here, too.
Asa, don't!
According to our file, he's dead.
Well...
You think our fight is over.
But...
it has just begun.
Hey, look what the Corps sent back.
Rough trip, Ziva?
"Rough" is an understatement, McGee.
Lieutenant Flores is back.
As is Captain Quincy.
And there lies the scratch.
The rub.
"There lies the rub." It's a classic.
Well, I need some rest.
No rest for the weary, Ziva.
Party isn't over yet.
Older brother-- talk to me.
Osman Zoranj, 38 years old.
Born in Helmand Province.
Fought with the Mujahideen for seven years against the Soviets.
Raised to the rank of commander.
Helped drive the Russian occupiers out of Kabul.
War hero.
Until he joined the Taliban.
And he brought his brother and sister with him.
Tell me something new.
McGEE: Well, I got something here.
According to the DIA,
Osman was killed in an apartment complex raid
in Gardez, Afghanistan, two years ago.
Raid set off a gas-line explosion.
Osman was among two dozen dead.
Not according to his siblings.
And you believe them?
Yeah.
D.C.?
You tell me.
Putting out a BOLO on the "Oos-Mahn."
McGee,
we need Asa's cell records.
Already on it, boss.
Also alerting LEOs at the train depots,
bus stations and airports.
Ziva, Homeland and Metro PD.
This group is up to something.
Find out what.
If Osman's little brother
had been in D.C. the whole time...
He might know where the big brother is.
Did you lose something, Gibbs?
Yeah, a knife.
Well, you always have one in your pocket, right?
Well, this one's different.
There are others watching.
Nope.
Just us.
No record of this conversation.
Don't need one.
Let us get started, okay?
Where's that son of a bitch brother of yours-- Osman?
Want a smoke?
No. It is against Allah's wishes.
Yeah, well, it's against fire regulations, too.
But if you want one, go ahead.
It's okay.
Look at her.
Cigarette burns over 60% of her body.
In unspeakable places.
Look at it!
Go on, look at it, you son of a bitch!
(grunting)
You cannot do this!
Stop, Agent Gibbs!
I got this, Leon! You're about to break
16 international laws right now!
He deserves it!
It doesn't matter!
His brother Osman is dead anyway!
FBI took him down in a raid about 20 minutes ago.
We went to tell his sister Soraya, but it was too late.
She'd taken her life already.
She hanged herself in her cell.
They're both gone.
My family is dead.
Fight's just begun, huh?
We were going to finish what my sister had started.
How?
A bomb.
Electronically detonated.
My creation.
Where?
They are not dead.
Okay, jobs Osman had.
What'd he have access to?
He had several occupations.
Never as a school teacher.
Mainly as an auto mechanic.
Buses.
Museums and memorials, boss?
I want to know every school trip scheduled today.
That's a lot of kids.
- Do it. McGEE: Park Service isn't showing
anything out of the ordinary.
Couple of local junior highs.
Some professional tours.
I have something.
The National Consortium for Independent Girls' Schools.
300 girls from around the country
at the science museum.
That's it. When is it?
Now.
Let's go.
Class trip.
♪ ♪
(keypad beeping)
Give me the phone, Osman.
Put the gun down, or I hit the last number.
Ziva, get the kids off the bus, nice and easy.
On it.
You don't want to do this.
It must be done.
Then you'll die, too.
Then I will die a martyr for the cause.
McGee.
Got it, boss.
(yells)
(phone beeps)
Signal-jammer, Osman.
That's why your detonator's dead.
You could have killed me.
Coulda, shoulda...
didn't.
You are weak.
No.
Just better.
Cuff him.
Get him out of here.
Thank you.
That was the Commandant.
Tell him he still owes me dinner from 16 years ago.
He called to thank you personally.
(chuckles)
Think he called to thank you personally.
It's protocol.
(laughs)
You wanted to see me, Director?
I want you to take some time off.
And do what?
I don't know.
Do something fun.
Fun?
Yeah.
Fun. Rest.
Recreate. Fish.
Build something.
I-- Whatever you do.
I do this, Leon.
Pass on the vacation.
I am having dinner with Lieutenant Flores, though.
She's doing great.
Thanks, anyway.
And, Leon...
this is fun.
Do I really have to do this?
Yes. Just relax, breathe.
It's hot in here. (chuckles): No, it's not.
I'm sweating. Maybe I'm having a heart attack.
My left arm is tingling,
and I should go to the infirmary.
You'd rather go see a doctor than do this?
My God, D-DiNozzo, you're shaking.
Of course I'm shaking.
I'm having a heart attack.
You're terrified.
Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo doesn't get scared.
I've jumped out of airplanes,
dead-dropped onto aircraft carriers,
and I've killed people, sweetheart.
Lots of them.
I've gotten the plague, kissed a transvestite,
and been tortured by the best the Middle East has to offer.
And, still, you're shaking.
Okay.
It's time to face my fears.
How bad can it be?
Bring it on, Chaplain.
(kids crying, chattering)
(groans)
(gasps)
(Tony and Burke laugh)
Oh.
Congratulations,
Agent DiNozzo.
Your greatest fear is now
about to have a snack of grapes
and cheese crackers.
You want to join them?
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