NCIS: Tony & Ziva

You threatened my daughter and framed us for murder!

What is this?

It's a miniature cell tower

to link up with Martine's phone

so we can siphon her data.

"Secretary general of Interpol

declared a missing person."

There were multiple references

to a supermax prison in Austria.

Jonah Markham?

I think we just found the missing secretary general

of Interpol.

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

I don't know what I was thinking.

I know it doesn't work.

Who knows? You've both changed.

You good?

I'm good.

But we should talk.

- Obviously. - But not here.

If given the choice.

How about you-- you good?

I won't be good till I get my hands on Henry.

As sad as I was a few days ago,

that's how much I want to slap--

Are we really doing this?

We should not be stealing a plane.

You got to admit, it's gonna be hilarious.

Not if a certain Interpol agent shows up.

Do we have a 20 on Martine's car?

We do. She is still parked at the church.

Not surprising.

Since we got...

her keys.

I lost everything--

my keys, money, phone, ID--

and I need to get to my plane.

You're the director of operations.

So can you please...

Yes, Interpol.

Now can I talk to my pilot so I--

Pardon?

What do you mean the plane already took off?

Getting Jonah Markham out

is going to be hard. He's being held

in the most sophisticated prison in Europe.

Biometric checkpoints,

two-tiered keys, magnetic locks.

Every prisoner tagged

and accounted for, 24/7.

Never been an escape.

Never been an attempt.

For once, I have no fears, no doubts.

Because, finally, everything that needs doing...

will be done with my genius.

Your genius?

In all seriousness, we are about to embark

on something extremely dangerous.

So, what I want to know

is can it get us in?

And more importantly, can 9.4 get us out?

Or we will be trapped,

just like Jonah Markham.

My new plan to escape

is to break my own arm.

Once I'm in the infirmary,

I'll pop the biometric keypad by the door

and rewire it to accept my DNA.

Pop it with what?

A homemade screwdriver.

Well, every doorway has a metal detector.

Which is why I made this

out of industrial ceramic in the workshop.

It was part of a plate

I was able to chemically alter with glaze.

Hard as metal. Undetectable.

Very impressive.

But don't.

They just upgraded security in the infirmary.

Now you need two separate sets of DNA to get in or out.

How do you know so much?

You've only been here nine days.

Believe me, I want out as bad as you.

You don't belong here.

Said every prisoner ever.

But you never say you're innocent.

You talk about your son,

how this is hurting him the worst.

It is. Because at trial,

he learned things about me I never told him.

Terrible things. Unforgivable.

Which broke his heart,

and that broke mine.

But what put me in this place,

I did not do.

And you?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

I know it's probably a bad time

to talk about this, but it's always a bad time.

No, it's actually a good time to talk.

You think so?

Of course.

We're about to do something

either brilliant or really idiotic.

One or both of us could potentially, well, you know.

So, if we have something to say,

let's just...

say it.

You go first.

I thought it was really nice.

- The kiss. - The kiss.

What do you think that was about?

Fear, adrenalin.

Exhaustion.

Panic. Old habits.

Feelings I would do almost anything

to run away from.

Me too.

Anything else?

I think that about covers it.

Mm.

I wish there were.

Any excuse to put this off.

I'm not looking forward to doing this, either.

So, deep breaths and, uh...

let's get this over with, huh?

The prison's tied into European CCTV,

in case there's an escape.

Luckily, we have strolled through

this digital neighborhood before.

Na Zdrovie.

"Nasa strovia."

Close enough.

Attagirl.

9.4 is in.

Danke schön.

Tow truck's

on the way.

It's here.

Danke schön.

Am I ready to approach?

Motion detectors are blocked.

Cameras on a loop.

Metal detectors off.

Magnetic lock and alarms...

disabled.

We've created an alternate identity for you.

False ID tag uploaded. Good to enter.

You are now Erma Stroff, Der Wärterin,

tag 7-26.

You didn't give us much warning.

Yeah, well, that's Langley for you.

Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

Like they ask permission.

I don't think they've begged forgiveness

very much either, huh?

Come in now.

Is the prisoner ready?

Where you taking him?

Ah, wish I could tell you.

No guns in population. I know my Elmore Leonard.

Takes microscopic skin flakes.

You can't get in or out unless it recognizes your DNA.

Ah, the old glass interrogation rooms.

We tried these at a black site a few years ago.

Ryker technique. Interesting.

Everybody looking at them like they're animals in a zoo.

As long as the answers are yes/no,

there's a 72% chance the truth

is the opposite of what they say.

So you get the truth, only backward.

We shut it down. Too many variables.

Inside, they use key fobs. Two-tier systems.

Blue, all access. Red, limited.

Ooh. Magic door.

Hopefully, I'm just an armed abundance of caution

and they don't need me to do a thing.

Ziva, you will need to do a thing.

What? What's wrong?

-Mean lady. -Martine.

She's here?

Is there.

Ooh.

Look, she has no tag.

Without tag, we cannot enter her name and find her.

Tony, Ziva, are you reading this?

Martine is on site and we have no idea where.

Doors.

I'll need a moment alone with the prisoner.

We'll wait outside.

Oh, my God, I don't believe it.

How'd you even find me?

You'll get a full debrief

when we get to Washington, D.C.,

Mr. Zagreb.

Let's go.

Where is she?

Come on, come on.

Boris, check this out.

Henry and Martine did all this?