NCIS

You were a little hot on the approach, Sayif.

Oh, come on! I put it right on the numbers.

You do that on your check ride,

- you're going to lose points, man. - Yeah, yeah.

No hotdogging. Everything by the book.

Get the car, Walid. I'll only be a couple of minutes.

Yes, Your Highness.

Wish I had someone like that to run my errands.

Walid doesn't get his act together, you can have him.

For the last time, my name is Anthony DiNozzo Jr.

My father is Anthony DiNozzo Sr.

I live in Washington, DC.

He lives in New York City.

Is that so complicated?

Junior, Senior.

Can you follow that?

What is going on?

Tony's trying to withdraw money from a bank in New York.

Sounds like they confused his account

with one of his father's, and he can't get the money.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to spell my name again?

Okay.

It's big "D," as in "dimwit." Little "I," as in "idiot."

Big "N," as in "nimrod""

Little "O," as in "obtuse."

What does he need the money for?

Double "Z" as in "ZZ Top," or maybe...

Well, he and a couple of his frat buddies

have decided to take a cruise this spring.

No, I'm not kidding!

I'm sure that won't lead to any trouble.

Clean, wholesome fun.

Put your supervisor on the line... now!

Why doesn't he just call his father

to straighten things out?

Yes, I'll hold. Mind your own business.

Ooh. Grouchy.

Left a message for his father two days ago.

Tony hasn't heard back from him.

Oh, you would like me to spell my name for you again?

Are you guys in India?

DiNozzo, get off the phone. Got a dead foreign national.

Pax River. Let's go.

Pax River?

Weren't we just there?

Where are you going on your cruise?

It's need-to-know information.

You don't need to know.

Aren't you too old for spring break?

No.

Boss, car is registered to Beltway Executive Auto Leasing.

Rented to a Prince Sayif Ibn Alwaan

on a month-to-month.

Hope he got the full coverage.

Appears an explosive device was placed under the car.

Get the vehicle to Abby.

The victim is Walid Abbas.

He's entered the United States on a visitor's visa.

He worked for the prince as his driver.

You know, there are over 7,000 princes in the royal family.

What do you got, Duck?

- Tell me anything I don't know? - Well, yes.

He wasn't killed by the explosion.

At least not directly.

There are no burns or blistering on his...

the skin of his hands.

Cause of death was most likely blunt-force trauma

when his head hit the tarmac.

I've heard the saying "He got blown out of his shoes""

- but I never thought I'd see it. - No.

If the explosion had knocked his socks off,

that would be impressive, wouldn't it?

How long has Prince Sayif been in the country?

Almost three months.

He's attached to the Navy-Marine Corp's

Strike Pilot Training Program.

Where is he?

Last I saw Sayif, he was in the hangar.

You've been his flight instructor the whole time?

Oh, no. He's been through several.

I've only had the pleasure for the past, uh, couple weeks.

I detect some... friction.

Let's just say that I hope he doesn't screw up on his check ride.

That way, he'll graduate

the day after tomorrow, with his class,

and he won't be our problem anymore.

I was just making arrangements to be picked up.

Cancel them.

Don't want to jump to conclusions here,

but we have to assume that that bomb was meant for you.

Until we know otherwise, you're under our protective custody.

Yeah. I don't think so.

Look, I am sorry about Walid, Agent Gibbs,

but if you know anything about the Saudi royal family,

assassinations are a part of our lives.

I came to the United States for flight training,

and I'm not going to let what happened stop me.

Okay. I have no influence with your country.

But I do with the United States Navy,

and I'll have your training stopped immediately.

Okay. Protective custody on my terms.

I'm not going to be sequestered on any base

or in a government safe house.

I'm staying at the presidential suite

at the Adams House. If you would like

to protect me there...

you're welcome to.

I've been in contact with the Saudi embassy.

They insist their Royal Guards be part of the security detail.

We'll coordinate with them.

Where is Prince Sayif now?

He's here.

We brought him back to the Navy yard

while his suite and adjoining rooms are being cleared.

Agent Gibbs.

Ma'am.

Al Jazeera is reporting that Jihad Al Hurriya

is claiming responsibility for the assassination attempt.

You aware of them?

Yes. It translates to "Freedom Warriors""

They're an offshoot of the Mujahideen.

Didn't know they had a presence here in the United States.

Don't know. NSA is checking into it.

You questioned Sayif.

Did he mention Jihad Al Hurriya?

No. He didn't seem too concerned

about the incident, either, ma'am.

The Saudi ambassador assured me

that Prince Sayif will be leaving the country

as soon as he graduates from flight training.

So he's only our problem for two more days, then.

His father, Prince Omar, is a major player

in the royal family. We need to be kept in the loop.

Yes, ma'am.

Let's call the embassy from my office.

You need me?

Uh, no, boss.

Just gotta tell Tony here something.

What?

You have a visitor.

Who? You'll see.

Tell me.

No.

What's the matter with you?

Junior mentioned you.

But he never told me what you look like.

You are stunning,

Ziva.

Do you ever think of wearing your hair down?

Junior.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

I just want this mix-up at the bank

straightened out, all right?

I mean, why is your name still on the account as a trustee?

Not to worry. I'll... I'll take care of it.

All right, well, you know,

you could have just done it with a phone call.

Sure. And I will.

It's, uh...

just that we haven't seen each other in a long time.

And you thought you'd just fly down and surprise me?

Well, I took the train. It's not that far.

You all right?

Never felt better.

I mean, nothing's wrong?

We'll have dinner, catch up.

So, um, tell me about Ziva.

Ziva is Ziva. Nothing to tell.

Tony!

Hotel suite's been cleared.

- We're headed over. - Be right there.

Isn't that Prince Sayif Ibn Alwaan?

Yes, it is. Where you staying?

My God. He has grown up.

Dad.

How do you know him?

His father, Prince Omar, and I have been in business together.

We met years ago in Monte Carlo.

What's Sayif doing here?

Well, he was the target

of an assassination attempt this morning.

Hey, should I continue holding the door?

I'm coming! I'll meet you in the garage!

Take it easy!

What happened?

I can't talk about it.

Car bomb.

Has his father been told?

Yes. He's, uh, flying in from Riyadh.

Look, I have to get Sayif to the Adams House Hotel.

I'll take you downstairs, get you a cab.

Are you sure, uh, you don't want to tell me something?

You're... you're busy. It can wait.

Who's that with Sayif?

It's his older brother, Prince Abdalla.

Lives here in DC.

He's a deputy minister at the Saudi embassy.

They do not know I speak Arabic.