VANCE: The Secretary of the U.S. Navy's dead.
GIBBS: You ever hear of a terrorist whack job named Benham Parsa?
We used a Hellfire missile to destroy his compound
in Pakistan.
He wants revenge, right?
Defense believes that Parsa
may have recovered the UAV,
smuggled it stateside.
There's a black-tie gala event dinner--
a who's who from the Intel world.
Delilah wants to bring McGee as her plus-one.
The Conrad gala-- half the counterterrorism community is
there tonight, people who have been hunting Parsa for years.
Call McGee.
Tony, what's going on? Parsa's drone wasn't destroyed.
He's using it on the Conrad gala.
Bishop, get me an address.
Federal agents!
Benham Parsa, hands above your head!
McGee's okay. He wasn't in the hotel when the drone hit.
Delilah?
She's in surgery. They're doing what they can.
Get to work. You find him.
(indistinct conversations, distant siren wailing)
Hey.
Tim?
It's okay.
You're in the hospital.
We were at the gala...
What happened? What happened?
There was an explosion.
How many?
How many people?
Six dead.
22 wounded.
It was... it was Parsa?
Did you get him?
(alarms beeping) Delilah? Delilah?
WOMAN: Hanging a Ringer's. D... What's happening here?
What's going on?
(alarms continue beeping) BP dropping. 60/32.
Get Miller.
Get the code team! MAN: Right away!
Sir, we need to get her into surgery.
WOMAN 2: She's not breathing.
I'll bag her.
MAN: Number two, prepped and ready!
WOMAN: We need two units O-neg.
♪ NCIS 11x13 ♪ Double Back Original Air Date on January 14, 2014
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(text alert chimes) Text from McGee.
Delilah's back in surgery.
(sighs) I just feel so helpless.
I mean, I want to help the little man,
but I have no idea what to do.
Did you say something? No.
Are you talking to me when you know I can't hear you
to use me as some sort of... confessional?
Are you on your third bag of little orange things?
Cheese puffs are the perfect food to support the linkage
between new info and stuff already stored in the brain.
Just like the cheesy particles left on the fingers
link to the cheesy taste.
That makes sense. Mm-hmm.
What are you linking?
(sputters)
Nothing, so far.
What about Parsa's computers?
Abby said they were used
for the drone strike only.
Gave us nothing.
Okay. So we go back to basics.
Parsa runs when he's threatened.
Camp got hit, ran here from Pakistan.
Now he feels threatened here, might run back there.
Or stay here and pretend to run back there.
Or run someplace else. I don't like talking this fast. Stop it.
Yeah, I... tend to bring that out in people.
I should've warned you. Sorry.
Stop saying you're sorry, Bishop.
Sign of weakness. Right.
Uh, you told me that.
I'll remember it now.
Surviving bodyguard,
he didn't know anything.
That makes sense. Um...
background suggested both men inside the building
with Parsa were hired guns.
It could be the same story for the two inside the SUV with him.
Speaking of the getaway car--
stolen plates, no hits on the BOLO yet.
BISHOP: But I did add your description
of the guy driving.
If you want to sit down with me for a quick second,
I can do a-a sketch.
Or not.
Grab your gear.
I knew this day would come.
Did you just hear about a body telepathically?
It's not a body. It's a bullet.
Bullet...?
(quietly): I had so many questions to ask him.
I didn't want to interrupt his silent thing,
so I held it in.
Solid choice.
So we're looking for a bullet because...
It clipped the guy. Could have DNA on it.
Parsa's?
No. The driver.
Seriously? How'd you get that?
Well, it's like Gorillas in the Mist.
You'll come to understand his grunts.
TONY: Hey, where is everybody?
Priority is at the gala.
They haven't processed this yet.
(sirens wailing in distance)
GIBBS: Benham Parsa!
Hands above your head!
GIBBS: Hey, Bishop.
Come stand here.
Why?
(helicopter approaching)
I... I-I can do that. Okay.
Put your hand up.
Right there. Okay.
Hold that...
right...
there.
Hey, I was thinking about
making McGee a casserole.
Maybe a pot roast.
You talk to him?
Just text.
Maybe pork chops.
He likes pork chops.
Beautiful.
Oh, yeah.
It's got to be one of these.
You find it? Hey,
go dig us up the nearest Sawzall, Bishop.
Wait, what?
ABBY: This is the little bullet that could, Gibbs.
And the reason it could is because
it distorted when it struck the driver,
capturing DNA in the copper jacket.
It lost velocity
on the way, but it still had enough to hit the door.
We get a hit? Mmm. Did we ever.
Parsa's associate is none other than...
Bashir Malik. 50 years old.
Arrested in 2002 for assaulting a police officer.
He was born in the States but spent
his childhood in Karachi, Pakistan.
Parsa's hometown.
Yeah, but that's not the scary part.
When I added Malik's name to the BOLO, I got
a response from the NCIS Marine Corps West Field Office.
Pendleton has eyes on him? Had.
Malik was the suspect in
the unsolved bombing of a communications center
at Camp Pendleton-- Building 4A.
The bomb didn't completely detonate,
thank God, so there were no casualties.
That happened in April 1990. Yeah.
And that's what I meant by scary.
I mean, if we can link Malik to last night,
then it's logical he was involved at Pendleton, too.
He's had over two decades of experience.
That's a long time
to get very angry and very organized.
(text alert chimes)
Agent McGee.
Dr. Cranston.
What are you doing here?
Crisis counselor for the victims of the drone attack.
You were... at the gala.
I wasn't aware NCIS was...
I was there with Delilah Fielding.
She's my girlfriend.
She was receiving the Conrad Fellowship.
Yeah.
How is she?
There was a lot of shrapnel.
She's back in surgery
with internal bleeding.
She's in good hands here.
And her family?
Her parents are on their way from Wisconsin.
I told everybody else not to come.
They need to be focused on Parsa.
Of course.
I can stay with you for a while, if you like.
No, I'm okay.
Thank you, though.
If you change your mind, you have my number.
Bashir Malik. Only child
born to a Pakistani father, American mother, both deceased.
Malik was born in L.A., raised in Pakistan,
then moved back to California when he was 18.
We usually wait for him to say "go."
I got excited.
Keep going. I heard you. Malik is in our system
for assaulting an officer in 2002.
Cop mistook his car for one involved
in the abduction of a Nevada woman named Keely Jones.
Malik got a little worked up.
What about back in '90?
At the time of the bombing, Malik was employed as
a delivery truck driver for Wellspring Fruit.
He later worked his way up to head of distribution.
Morning in question,
Malik's truck was seen near the communications center
that was hit. NIS brought him in
for questioning a bunch of times.
They had an idea back then he was their guy.
Yeah, but nothing to hold him on.
He got away with it.
Who knows what he's gotten away with since.
The bomb only partially detonated but, overall, Malik's
network and tactics worked, so why change them?
A-Associates, MO's, anything he used back then
could be relevant now with Parsa.
DiNozzo.
Yeah? Oh... Okay.
Um, I already contacted the West Field Office.
1990 investigation was headed up by NIS Agent Duke Turner.
He spent hours interviewing Malik.
Pendleton's uploading the videos on a secure site.
If you don't mind, I'd like to speak directly to Agent Turner.
He might be able to shed light on... You can't.
He's dead.
Heart attack two years ago. Oh.
His, uh, videos and notes are all we have.
Oh... GIBBS: Okay.
All right. I'll start in.
Bishop...
NSA? Oh, uh,
clearances passed. We can head over there now
and-and swap Intel with them.
Oop... Okay.
Yeah.
DiNozzo, get me set up
with the videos before you go.
Huh?
Maybe you want to wait for us to just do that. I mean...
are you sure you want to be at the controls yourself?
Start, forward, back up.
I can handle it.
TONY: Yeah, usually he's like some Sasquatch.
(gruffly): "Freeze it." And then, uh, "Slow it down."
But, uh, this time, very proficient.
With the one finger but still. Boop, boop, boop.
And I'm-I'm proud of him. Hmm.
So you mean that flip phone is by choice?
Yeah.
He loves the flip phone.
Wow. WOMAN: Bishop.
You didn't tell me Robert Redford was in the building.
Hmm? (laughs): Oh, come on.
I rarely get the Redford.
You could be my Debra Winger, Legal Eagle.
I love her.
Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
Hi. What do you have for us?
Uh, sounds like the Interpol summit became all about Parsa.
Consensus is he was planning to bug out
directly after the drone attack.
You mean leave the US. That is the word.
NCIS have a rep at the summit?
Uh, Director Vance is on the way now. Yes.
I'm sorry, I didn't catch the name.
Robert Redford, I am very rude.
NSA Senior Intelligence Analyst Sofia Martinez.
Yeah, look at that. I got the NSA part, 'cause we're
in the NSA. (laughs)
Well, I just figured
you enjoy the particulars, Very Special Agent.
Ah, I am a man who enjoys
name specificity.
(imitating Sean Connery): As does my favorite licensed troubleshooter.
(also imitating): Bond... BOTH: James Bond...
Thunderball. Mm-hmm!
You got the reference.
(laughs) Oh, you're surprised. Well...
Which means you used that
to make me think you knew something I didn't.
Guys. Hmm.
Tony, Martinez is a SME for Hayat Parsa.
You're a what?!
SME is short for "Subject Matter Expert."
Hayat Parsa...
is Benham's sister in Pakistan.
I've been monitoring her communications
since Parsa showed up on the radar in '07.
I-I know who Hayat Parsa is.
Great, then I'm sure you know
Benham and Hayat were once very close.
Six years later, we've detected
very little communication between the two of them.
She still getting calls from pay phones?
Mm-hmm, unidentified callers,
conversations in code we believe are about Benham.
Girl knows how to protect her brother.
If you could send us reports, that'd be great.
Yeah, reports'd be good. And keep us in the loop
on anything else.
Mm-hmm. Sure thing, DiKnows-It-All.
Sure thing. (chuckles)
Excuse me. Bye.
Is she single?
No. It's a bad idea.
I mean, she reminds me of someone annoying, I...
I just can't figure out who it is. Mm.
It was only my father and me in Pakistan.
He taught me to be a welder.
when he died, I realized I wanted something more.
And so I saved my money and I came here,
to America.
Bashir,
we both know that's not what I asked you.
MALIK: And now...
I move fruit
from one place to another.
It's the American Dream, is it not?
TURNER: I have a witness that puts you in an alley
a block from Building 4A that morning.
Were you there or not?
I was there, yes.
But only to deliver fruit to the commissary.
TURNER: What time? MALIK: It was early.
DUCKY: Jethro.
Hey, Duck.
You called?
(sighs)
Yeah.
Yeah, I need you to do a profile on this guy, Bashir Malik.
I must say,
I find it rather odd
that someone of Malik's experience
would bow to a relative newcomer like Parsa.
Yeah, he's different than I thought he'd be.
How so?
More human.
McGee call you?
No.
But Tony did mention
that Delilah was undergoing a second surgery.
Thought that would be done by now.
Perhaps we should call him?
I did. I did, I called him and left a message.
He hasn't called back.
Gibbs. Hi, oh...
I... I didn't mean to interrupt.
But, uh,
the BOLO? Yeah, what about it?
Metro Police found Parsa's SUV.
Tony's gonna meet us there.
Here you go, Duck. Thanks.
All right.
FBI and Homeland are on the way.
Anybody see anything?
Witnesses heard the explosion.
By the time they got to the alley, it was empty.
We did get a sage piece of windshield advice.
That's Parsa's handwriting.
Really, Benham Parsa?
You think you can just leave us a note and run away?
I know-- how about I write you a note.
"Dear Benham Parsa, you can kiss my..."
Hey, Gibbs.
I have things to tell you.
It's why I'm here, Abbs. Okay, so
we get absolutely nothing
from this message, except for further proof
that Parsa is a coward jerk.
Now, it makes sense that Parsa would want to ditch the SUV
that Malik picked him up in.
Well, he knew I could I.D. him.
Plus, all the windows are blown out,
so he couldn't really drive it anywhere
without being noticed.
But why blow it up?
Malik was hit. Could have been to get rid of the blood.
Cleaning up DNA evidence is one possibility.
But I also found these.
Two bolts that don't match the factory specs
for this model SUV.
I'm just thinking that maybe
there was some other object inside the vehicle
when it blew up.
I'm still trying to figure out what it was.
McGee.
I'm so glad you're here,
and so not hurt. And so...
McHuggable.
Thanks, Abby.
How's Delilah, Tim?
Uh, they stopped the bleeding.
She's in recovery, her parents are there now.
Good. Glad she's okay.
You should go home.
Get some rest.
No, I'm... I'm good, boss.
Hey, McGee, um,
do you think Delilah would mind if I stopped by?
Sister Rosita taught me, like, 20 hospital-friendly ways
to entertain patients.
All I need is a hula hoop and a glass of water.
Abby, I'll let you know as soon as she's ready for visitors.
Okay. Yay.
Sure you're okay?
Yeah. Yeah, thanks.
(clears throat)
Thought maybe you could give me a quick brief
and then I can go over everything Bishop's got
on the floor upstairs.
And then I can update you with a direction.
I don't need you up and running in the next five minutes, Tim.
No, I know.
But I'm here to work. I'm ready to work.
Well, I still need your "fitness for duty" eval
before you do anything.
Well, I talked to Dr. Cranston at the hospital.
I still need the paperwork, Tim.
So go talk to her again.
23 years is more than a stroll around the block.
Good bet whatever NIS recorded in my statement back then
is more accurate than what I could tell you now.
Yeah. Looking at a different angle.
Things can get lost in reports.
It's whatever you can remember, Top.
I was out for a run.
Early morning.
Still dark.
I passed the commissary,
saw a truck.
Produce truck.
Don't remember the name.
Wellspring Fruit.
That was it.
Statement said that the truck location stuck out to you.
Mm-hmm.
It was parked in the side alley.
Front of the building is where they unloaded, not the side.
What'd you see?
Bashir Malik.
Learned his name later, never forgot it.
He was exiting the truck when I passed.
In my mind,
he parked there because he never made a delivery.
He walked down the alley to 4A,
planted the bomb, drove off.
Why are you back into this, gunny?
It could be relevant to a current threat.
Malik?
I kept tabs on him.
Only time his name came back to me was in '02.
Yeah, I know.
Arrested for assaulting a police officer.
He was pulled over for driving a car
like the one Keely Jones was last seen in.
Nothing stuck. But I thought...
a man crazy enough to plant a bomb
would probably have no qualms
about abducting a woman.
Perspective?
Oh, hi. Yeah.
Yeah, um, exactly, I thought
a different angle might help.
Rachel Cranston.
You're the doctor.
Here for a house call.
Is, um, Agent McGee...
Uh, director's office was the only space available.
He's there waiting for you.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
In case you hadn't heard, that's a really good desk.
Oh. Yeah, I-I know.
I mean...
I heard. I...
Did you know the agent who sat here before?
I knew both of them.
Well...
you don't have to tell me. It's pretty clear
I'm looking at some gigantic shoes.
Unfillable.
True.
But I think both women who sat there would say the same thing.
When it comes to growing,
there's no better place for a desk
than next to these three.
(phone ringing)
Bishop.
Hey. It's Martinez.
Got something interesting.
Can you secure video conference?
Uh, for sure, yeah. Just give me a second.
MARTINEZ: Listen, I've been wracking my brain since you left.
That guy you were with,
he reminds me of someone so annoying, but
I just can't think of who.
Um... you?
Me.
The movie references, the nicks,
it's like you guys are cut from the same weird cloth.
Please don't tell me that's what you called to talk about.
No, I have something for you, but...
you didn't have to bring your whole desk with you.
Oh!
Hello.
Oh. Hello.
Again. I heard you picked up
something on your Whisper 2000.
Well, while you were busy coming up with that one,
I was busy monitoring a phone call
Hayat Parsa received from an unidentified caller
on a pay phone.
Now, during that conversation she rattled off
a series of numbers.
What were they?
180, 60, 45.
Does that mean anything to you?
Not off the top of my head.
What's the context? MARTINEZ: Well, like I told you before,
these pay-phone calls are in code.
But it does seem significant.
She's mentioned these numbers several times, saying,
quote, "It's not enough."
Hmm. Enough what?
180, 60, 45.
It's got to mean something.
McGEE: I was outside on the phone when it happened.
You were fortunate.
Right. Well, I just mean,
as far as what I saw, it could have been worse.
What about Delilah?
What she saw? No.
What you felt about her being inside.
She was one of the first people they got out of the building.
It wasn't long before I knew she was going to be okay.
Honestly, I'm-I'm fine.
She's fine. I'm ready to work.
"And miles to go before I sleep""
What are you writing?
I'm writing that you're giving
the perfect responses, Tim.
Is that a problem?
Well, I'd rather hear the real ones.
These are the real ones.
Is it just me that you're shutting out, or is it everyone?
If my answers were good...
I just need your signature.
MALIK: Did you check with the commissary?
TURNER: You know I checked with the commissary.
MALIK: Then you saw I delivered the fruit.
I could not have planted a bomb and unloaded all of that fruit
in 15 minutes. It's common sense, no?
TURNER: Why were you parked in the alley?
Unloading is out front. MALIK: I told you.
It was my first time delivering there.
Records have you there twice before.
MALIK: What records? Your records are wrong.
TURNER: You knew unloading was out front.
MALIK: I didn't!
TURNER: Why were you in the alley?
MALIK: Sir...
I am not a terrorist.
I just move things from one place to another.
I would appreciate
if you treated me with some respect.
Sir...! I am not a terrorist.
I just move things from one place to another.
GIBBS: Malik moves things, Duck.
That's his job.
I don't follow you.
He delivered the fruit, Duck,
while someone else planted the bomb.
Oh, that's a clever theory.
The alley would be the perfect place
for the bomber to enter in the back of the truck unseen.
What proof do we have? 2002.
Malik's car matches one that Keely Jones was in.
Her husband was abusive.
He never would have let her go.
You believe that Malik was taking her to safety?
He moves whoever pays him.
Parsa.
Transportation is Malik's specialty.
He has taken great pride in building up
this far-reaching network, which he uses for distribution.
Or escape routes? Precisely.
If Malik made the Pendleton bomber vanish,
then there's a very real possibility
that Parsa is also gone for good.
McGee, you're back.
Yup. Paperwork came through this morning.
Fantastic! Awesome!
Well, hey, I'm, uh...
I'm glad that Delilah's doing better.
That was...
That was pretty scary.
You know that casserole I was talking about. I made it.
I can drop it by after work.
Thank you, but I'm okay.
Well, I want to.
You know, at my men's health group,
they talk about, uh...
Well, it's important to be sensitive
during sensitive times, and, so...
I could make you pork chops.
Pork chops?
I heard "pork chops."
It's kind of early,
but I'm in.
Let's go. Update.
Gibbs, good morning.
I know you guys skip
the greetings, but it just feels kind of weird.
So, we're operating based on the theory
that Bashir Malik was hired to make Parsa disappear.
Malik's bank records support that.
They show a series of cash deposits
beginning two months after Keely Jones.
Same thing after Pendleton.
Deposits were small and irregular to avoid suspicion.
Thanks to his time
with Wellspring Fruit,
Malik is an expert in distribution routes.
He's developed relationships with trucks,
trains and cargo planes.
FBI and Homeland are checking out his contacts,
but so far, nothing.
(phone ringing)
Yeah, Abbs.
Gibbs, can you come to the lab? Sure. Be right down.
DiNozzo, Bishop, check in
again with FBI and Homeland.
Oh, and I'm still working on those numbers
from Hayat Parsa.
Hey. You're all caught up.
Yeah, almost.
I got in early.
Dr. Cranston signed my rec.
There's a few more cross-references
I want to run between Parsa
and Malik... Tim?
Take it easy.
Sure, boss.
(camera shutter clicking)
Oh, sorry...
Gibbs. Oh, flash works.
Um, I know rule 62 is to always give people space
when they get off the elevator,
but this is really important.
I don't want to waste any time.
What is, Abbs?
I think I know why Parsa blew up the SUV.
He didn't want us to know it was modified.
It was modified? How? Well, at first I thought
that these bolts belonged to something that
was sitting inside the vehicle,
but then I found more mounted to the undercarriage.
(sighs)
Can you see 'em?
Oh, they're right there next to where the gas tank was.
If there was a gas tank, which
there wasn't. At least
not where it was supposed to be. Oh.
Gotcha.
(grunts)
I mean, considering the amount of damage done
to the sides of the SUV from the blast,
it's likely that the gas tank was split
and then relocated into the doors.
And in the void
that was left...
He made a hiding place.
Exactly. The compartment was anchored by the bolts,
and it's approximately six feet by two feet
by one-and-a-half feet.
That's big enough to hide a person, Gibbs.
McGEE: Boss...
the compartment suggests Parsa was planning
on passing some kind of checkpoint in the SUV.
I've already alerted Mexican and Canadian border authorities.
Well a checkpoint could mean anything.
You know, the car would be searched
if it were being shipped overseas by boat or air freight.
You know, boss, this whole thing seems
counterintuitive. I mean, Parsa has millions.
You'd think he'd find a more sophisticated way
than a hiding spot.
You'd think.
It's exactly why he went grass roots,
hired an old master.
Yeah, but now, since they ditched the car,
it's just as likely they changed their plan all together.
They use the metric system in Pakistan?
What? (groans)
DiNozzo. She rubbing off on you?
(grunts, sighs)
What were the dimensions of the compartment?
(typing rapidly)
Approximately...
six by two by one-and-a-half.
Convert that to centimeters, it's... what?
(typing)
About 180 by 60 by 45.
The numbers Hayat said on the phone.
She said, "It's not enough."
She was worried the compartment space was too small.
She knew how Parsa was getting out.
CIA already has operatives embedded in Karachi.
They can grab her.
No. By the time we break her, her Intel would be irrelevant.
Hayat wouldn't turn without a fight.
Bottom line, her loyalty to Benham could be unbreakable.
Okay. So, we use it.
CIA OFFICER: Sitrep is as follows:
Per the joint agenda, at 22:32 PKT, our embedded Agent J...
Hold on. Just one minute.
One minute, please.
Where's Gibbs?
Updating the director and SecNav.
He's coming.
Go ahead. We're ready.
Per the joint agenda, at 22:32 PKT,
our embedded Agent J approached the home of Hayat Parsa.
His objective: to convince her that Benham Parsa's
escape went awry, leaving him in imminent danger.
Did she bite?
Since Agent J left the premises,
approximately eight minutes have passed,
with sources on the ground reporting no movement
into or out of the house.
It's too much time.
If she were gonna make an impulsive move,
she would've done it already.
Mm-mm. Mmm. She's analytical.
I guarantee she's thinking this through.
So... we've got to be patient.
(Bishop sighs)
Ah. Gibbs.
Hey, Doc, I can't talk right now.
No. It's important.
It's about McGee.
What? You signed his rec?
Did he talk to you about Delilah?
He said she's fine.
Gibbs, I just spoke to the family.
There were complications during the surgery yesterday.
A piece of shrapnel transected her spinal cord.
She's paralyzed.
Does McGee know that? Since yesterday.
Delilah's mother said he was inconsolable
after they heard the news.
He left the hospital before she even woke up.
Gibbs, this level of avoidance could be
diagnostically significant.
I need to talk to him.
Gibbs, we're on.
I'll send him out to you, Doc.
Hayat just made an outgoing call.
U.S. country code. NSA jurisdiction is foreign.
I'm on the trace.
Patching the call through.
MAN: Who is this? HAYAT: Tell me what went wrong.
Positive I.D. on Hayat's voice.
The number she dialed isn't in the database.
HAYAT: ...to call this for emergency.
McGEE: It's a burn phone.
Signal's bouncing all over.
Call's gonna be short.
McGEE: We're almost there.
Looks local. MAN: I'm doing my part.
HAYAT: I was told something went wrong!
He is in danger. MAN: I am doing my part.
The move is underway. That's Malik.
Talk to us, McGee. I'm almost there.
Another occupant is approaching the front door.
She's gonna hang up.
HAYAT: Something is wrong.
Get rid of everything now!
Wait...
All right, I got it. 433 Hope Street Southeast.
Industrial district.
HAYAT: Someone is coming.
(hangs up)
Have FBI and Homeland meet us there.
Okay.
McGee, Dr. Cranston's waiting outside for you.
(clattering in distance)
Federal agents!
GIBBS: Hands in the air! Get away from the barrel!
Don't move!
My hands are up. You have me.
You have me! You have me!
TONY: Turn around! Back to me!
Put your hands down.
This is NCIS. We have Bashir Malik in custody.
Check the rest of the place for Parsa.
Where is he?
Where is Parsa?
Where is Parsa!
Something going on with McGee, boss?
Get him to Interrogation.
I spoke to him,
and the minute I mentioned Delilah, he became
highly agitated and left.
I have to rescind my recommendation, Gibbs.
He cannot be at work right now.
Are you sure, Doc?
If he's triggered,
his judgment could be impaired.
You got any idea where he went? No.
And going after him will just make it worse.
He... He's not in a spiral.
He just needs to process this on his own.
And we need to let him.
(sighs) We need to find another direction.
We're gonna lose Parsa.
We're gonna lose him again.
(sighs) We're gonna get this guy to talk.
Granted, the ones with the combed hair
usually take a little longer, but...
Gibbs'll bring him around.
Malik didn't break back in '90.
What makes you think this time'll be any different?
Well, we did catch him cleaning out a terrorist lair.
He's got no family.
All he cares about is his work.
We have zero leverage to make him give up Parsa.
Take it easy, Bishop.
Here he comes.
Watch and learn.
(sighs): No. I need to be doing.
I'm gonna go help Abby with documents.
The warehouse was his headquarters.
I was responsible for the exit,
not the endpoint.
Part of the exit meant that everything must go.
Like the commercials, huh?
"Everything must go."
I didn't stop to read the documents before I burned them.
Documents weren't the question.
You want to know where is Parsa.
I told you, I don't know.
Where'd you take him?
Sir, don't look at me that way.
I am not a terrorist.
I just move things from one place to another.
I know about you moving things, Bashir.
I know about your remodeled car.
I know about Pendleton.
Pendleton... was a long time ago.
Yeah.
You think that changes who you are?
All this time I have done a job,
and I have done it to perfection.
The years, they come and go, and I move people--
people you don't know about, people you can't imagine--
and yet you judge me based on two?
You're damn right I judge you! This is what
you helped.
Judge my work alone. This is what you moved.
My father was nothing, and I am a success.
You are the same as Parsa.
Sir, I am not!
Prove it.
(quietly): Sir, I am not a terrorist.
I just move things...
from one place to another.
You want me to take a crack?
Where's Abby with the documents?
They're burned up pretty bad; could take days to get anything useful.
This guy's the best thing we got going for us.
Go help Abby. You okay, boss?
I need time to think.
(slaps folder onto desk)
Boss?
Hey, Tim. I...
I don't want to talk about it.
I just came here to tell you I want to work,
I deserve to work.
I can't have you here like this.
I've done everything
you've asked me to do since I got back.
I traced that call, boss; I traced it fast.
I know.
Am I doing my job or not?
You're more important than the job, Tim.
(wry laugh)
No, I'm not.
Because it should have been you instead of her?
You couldn't have known, Tim.
It was my job to know; Parsa was my job.
Our job, Tim.
He was our job, not yours.
Ours.
We tried like hell to know in time, but we didn't.
I don't know how to talk to her.
I will go back to the hospital with you.
No, no, this is something I have to figure out on my own.
I just... I can't do it right now.
Please, just let me do my job.
Tim...
Just talk.
Just tell her the truth.
Truth is...
this man almost got put away
for helping Keely Jones.
Her husband was beating her.
I moved her to a new life.
Truth is, things aren't black-and-white.
If I tell you what I know...
that's all I'll be remembered for.
Mm-hmm, maybe.
But you'll be doing what's right.
Truth is, I know that that matters to you.
Doesn't it?
Parsa...
was hidden in a car.
I smuggled him...
onto a freight train in Baltimore
that transports automobiles.
I was to move his bodyguard as well,
but as you know, things happened.
I only had one car left to work with.
The bodyguard had to find his own way.
To where?
The train...
was going to Miami,
but Parsa was to de-board along the way.
For my own safety, I don't know where.
All I know is...
he is gone.
Promise me you will try.
When the reporters come.
Tell them I'm not a terrorist.
(picks up sheet of paper)
(monitor beeping steadily)
I should have been here when you woke up.
You're here now.
So we know Parsa was on a train en route to Miami.
Homeland's been notified.
Bodyguard was supposed to meet him somewhere along the way.
I'm gonna check the train route.
(phone beeps, clicks shut)
(monitor beeping steadily)
Her family wanted some time.
If it's okay, I'm gonna come in tomorrow and...
tell the others what happened.
Whenever you're ready, Tim.
Boss, would you mind sitting with me?
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