NCIS: Tony & Ziva

Tony is a fugitive.

I'll find him.

We need a place to disappear for a while.

Any thoughts?

Oh, my God.

Tony...

Nicole?

Don't blame yourself. - What's that look?

It's nothing.

- She thinks we should push our wedding. - Why?

Because we're staying in a safe house for a reason.

I wonder if we can set a trap

for Martine.

Lure her to us.

I like it.

I knew you had a little Bonnie Parker in you.

Those whom God has joined together,

let no one put asunder.

For marriage is a lasting promise

of kindness, patience,

forgiveness and love.

Trust in God with all your hearts...

and have witnessed the same before God and this company,

having given

and pledged their faith by the giving...

- and receiving of rings... - Shit.

I lost the signal.

that you are husband...

- (gunshots) - (guests screaming)

Oui?

Hello, mean lady.

Boris Peskov.

I've been looking for you.

Ah.

So you can kill me?

Before you click-clack any more on that keyboard,

friendly warning: You don't want this call in your system,

Martine Aranow of Interpol.

What do you want?

I want you to leave me alone.

Oh, that's not going to happen, Boris.

The malware you developed

has been used to steal millions from Interpol

and kill innocent people.

- It's my job to bring you in. - Two secs. Almost done.

So I can make an official statement

that you hired me for 9.4?

That you killed another

9.4 programmer in Lecco?

- Wrong. - Did you call me

just to make absurd accusations?

No.

I called to threaten you.

My partner isn't as patient as me, Boris.

Take what I'm offering for your library of exploits

or you'll be negotiating in blood, not euros.

This is not a path you want to go down, Boris.

Recording our phone calls

- will only get you killed. - Uh-uh.

Threaten me, I publish.

Send Interpol, I publish.

You will never be safe from me

unless I am safe from you.

Leave me alone.

You were great.

At what?

Poking the bear?

She'll remember those weren't her exact words,

and she'll become an even meaner lady.

That was a pretty sophisticated deepfake.

It should hold up to forensics.

It doesn't have to for long.

Martine crashes your wedding

to steal the tapes we're only pretending to have,

we hack her phone

and before she even knows what's happening,

we find the incriminating data

and have some real leverage.

And we get ahead of her plans,

and clear our names.

Your clothes were making me sad.

Oh. Thank you.

Please tell me you didn't use

a credit card to buy any of this.

- Of course not. Relax. It's nice.

These are my exact measurements.

I have an eye for these things.

Thank you.

I'll be with you in a moment, blue jay.

Bye.

As the bait in this trap, I must point out

that the purpose of bait is to be eaten.

We'll protect you.

Like you did my baby.

Look, we have friends and family at this wedding.

They're pathetic and fragile.

Well, we found some wedding guests

to swap for your actual friends and family

who know how to handle themselves.

Fruzsi, would you tell your fine countrymen

what's going on?

- (men cheering) - What could go wrong?

- You okay? - I'm fine.

These roads are a mess.

Just hold on, I will get through them as fast as I can.

This is not my baby.

If all we need to do is

believably reveal our location to Martine,

we could just file an anonymous tip.

No.

Okay. No bad ideas in brainstorming, right?

Of course, except that one.

Yeah, anonymous tip screams we're setting a trap.

We need to draw Martine out

and make her think she's finding us on her own.

It can work. Okay, just...

Boris, why don't we just put you on the CCTV database

and then she can catch you out for a stroll?

Catch me taking a stroll?

Because anyone knows that I do not stroll,

and I do not make pea-brained mistakes.

Okay? I exploit them.

My Boris is too brilliant to leave breadcrumbs.

But I posted a selfie...

- I think that can work. - (Boris chuckles)

Did you know that you could minor in floristry

at the police academy?

- I will handle Groomzilla. - Thank you.

- (phone ringing) Boris, look...

Hey, Sophie.

You're calling early. Everything okay?

It's fine. Reception's still terrible.

- I actually hate yoga. - (chuckles)

And Tali's so annoyed with me, she's reading.

Books?

It's a miracle. Truly. How are you?

Um...

All thing considered, I'm okay.

That felt loaded.

You're really gonna make me ask?

I met Tony's girlfriend.

- Boutique girl? - Nicole, yes.

- And her, um, husband. - No!

Aw, poor Tony. (Clicks tongue)

- Did you at least enjoy the show? - It was, uh...

interesting?

What did you do?

Nothing.

- I mean, we almost... - With Tony?

Whatever. No, it's...

I don't know what I was thinking, I...

- I know it doesn't work. - Who knows?

- You've both changed. - Have we, though?

Hey!

Hey, Tony!

Sophie.

Where's Tali?

Um... Tali!

Your mom and dad are on.

I'm afraid the swan has been irreparably damaged.

Hi.

: Hey! There's my girl.

Oh, it's good to see you.

Have I ever told you you're my favorite daughter?

It doesn't count if I'm your only daughter.

We're so sorry you're stuck there.

We know how hard it's been.

Yeah. This will all be over soon

and we will be back together, kiddo.

When? - Soon.

Wait. Where are you?

What are you doing?

Why does it look like you're at a wedding?

- It's a little complicated. - Uh... It is, honey.

- And we have to go, so... - And really not what you think.

we'll call you again first chance we get, okay?

Don't worry about us.

- We love you. - We love you so much.

Lilacs. What are the odds?

Uh...

I hear they're quite popular at weddings.

Ooh.

Uh, I thought I was in shape.

Yeah, it's a vicious cycle.

The more playtime we schedule to wear her out,

the more endurance she builds.