NCIS · Season 8
Hey, boss, good news: a guy fitting Malloy's description just paid cash for a ticket to Glasgow.
It wasn't me.
Gibbs, where did you find him?
I didn't. He found me. Ziva, you watch him. You watch him like Syria, not Switzerland.
Tony, I have a question.
Shoot.
If and when you meet my friend, and I emphasize 'if', what will you say?
Be careful. [chuckles insecurely] Um, handle with care; contents priceless.
Goodnight, Tony.
Goodnight, Ziva.
Tony, have you been drinking?
No. [sniffs breath] Why?
I could have sworn I just heard you thank McGee.
I appreciate his insight.
[skeptically] On what?
Baseball.
Specifically the implementation of instant replay in baseball. If we have the technology, why not use it?
I do not know what is more disturbing: the fact that you both agree on something or that McGee is a fan of a sport.
[jumps when Gibbs touches her shoulder] Gibbs! Are you trying to give me heart palpitations?
No. What do you got, Abs?
Heart palpitations.
[Talking about Ziva] She's not doing a very good job. The body language is all wrong. Classic Ziva would've been more reckless, hair would've been more wild. She was very sexual then.
You think Ziva's less sexual now?
Compared to the Ziva I shared a bed with five years ago, yeah.
You guys were undercover. I mean, you were just putting on a show.
[Doesn't say anything, stares at Ziva]
You were putting on a show, right?
[Just looks at McGee and clears his throat]
Tony!! [jumps on Tony to cover him from a bomb blast]
This is nice. I miss the old Ziva.
I can tell.
Don't flatter yourself. That's just my knee.
So, Matt Lane planted a bomb then stayed behind to unpyer a game rather than flee the scene.
We told you Ziva.
It's baseball.
Huh
Nice
You two need a moment.
You'll understand. Eventually
Will I? (Goes to grab mitts and baseball)
Hey Gibbs, Have a catch?
Wow, look at this. So, you do know a little somethin about baseball. Huh!
Yeah. My father taught me.
Trust me, this woman could get Gibbs into a leotard if she wanted to.
Not likely, in this lifetime, Dinozzo.
No, boss, I'm sure you would never wear a leotard. But if you did, you could pull it off.
We communicate in the same way. I could tell the first time I saw all of this. Everyone else saw chaos, and I saw patterns right away; there was order to the chaos. I want you to know that whatever it is that you're trying to tell me, I promise you, I promise I'll understand.
Careful. Sometimes they talk back.
How many Caf-Pow's have you had today?
Um, Eleven..teen.
Hey, guys? [Tony and McGee arrive to see Ziva looking into a dumpster] Someone is going to have to go though this -- this is disgusting.
Last time I checked, I was senior field agent.
It's too bad we don't have a probationary agent with us.
But we do!
You're going to pull rank on me?! [watches as they turn and leave]
But, you just got here dont you wana stay a couple of days. You can have some quality time with Tony.
Ohhh, I'd love too Abby, but I have to get back to New York I've been away to long.
But we barely got to see you.
Yeah, we were kinda hopin to hear your version of why Jr. got expelled from boarding school.
Your wildest dreams McGee. Let's go dad!
What's the matter with you Jr? Relax.
Hey, DiNozzo hold on a minute.
Don't move. Stay. [walks over to Gibbs] Yeah boss.
Hey, where's your dad going?
New York
No not yet we need him get us into the reception.
[Tony laughs then Gibbs laughs]
Is that Ziva?
[frustrated] Yeah.
Junior, get my bag. Oh wow, Ziva, look at you! What do you say, sweetheart?
Hi!
Watch the hands!
I'm so happy to see you!
Let's go!
Does Agent David carry a weapon?
She is a weapon.
[DiNozzo Sr. is being fitted for a cashmere tuxedo in his hotel suite, and pours himself a martini.]
Are you here to brief me on tonight's op?
Hm...? [watches Sr. drop an olive into his glass] Oh, no. You think you're James Bond, don't you? Dad, there is no "op!" Your job is to get Ziva into the party, so she can plant the bug. That's it. Then you stay out of her way! Get it?
Got it.
Good!
We're DiNozzos. We don't communicate well.
We used to, you know. Long time ago. Sometimes I wish we could rewind to the last time we had a normal father-son relationship.
When was that?
It was a fishing trip. It was just before Mom died. You probably don't remember...
[DiNozzo Sr. smiles, sits next to Tony, and takes out his wallet.]
[thinking Sr. wants to pay him back] Dad, it's okay, I mean...
[DiNozzo Sr. takes an old, much-creased picture out and shows it to Tony: the two of them, together on a dock, smiling as they hoist their catches for the camera.]
I look at that picture every morning. It's one of my fondest memories, too. Okay, from now on, we talk, hmm? Let's get out of here before we both start bawling.
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