I had no choice.
That's a lie.
Why would I lie to you, Ziva?
To save your worthless ass.
From who, Vance? Mossad?
You jeopardized your entire career and for what?
For you. He was playing you Ziva.
And for some reason you felt it was your job to protect me?
I did what I had to do.
You killed him!
If I hadn't you'd be having this conversation with him. But maybe that's the way you'd prefer it?
Perhaps I would.
Okay, why don't you just get this out -- you want to take a punch, take a swing. Get it out of your system! Go ahead, do it!!
Be careful Tony, because much like Michael, I only need one.
And that's what you're really angry about isn't it? That's what's bothering you. It's not that he's dead, it's that your Mossad boyfriend got his ass kicked by a chump like me.
You took advantage of him.
He attacked me, what was I supposed to do? [Ziva knocks Tony down]
You saw a glass table, you pushed him back. You dropped him on it. He was impaled in the side by a shard of glass. Bloody. Gasping for air.
I see you read my report.
I memorized it! You could have left it at that. You could have walked away, but no, you let him up. You put a bullet in his chest.
You weren't there.
You could have put one in his leg.
You-weren't-there.
But I should have been.
You loved him?
I guess I'll never know. [walks away leaving Tony on the ground]





