We are taking down Reigning Fire.
Graves killed my family.
MARTINE: If you help us kill Aaron Graves, you'll see Jonah's nothing like him.
You're lucky we're meeting in public.
Otherwise, we'd be doing a lot more than talking for what you did to my daughter.
-Are you two getting back together?
ZIVA: My brain is stuck in survival mode.
It's very hard for me to detach from instinct.
You don't think they're going to the Reigning Fire gun show, do you?
-SOPHIE: It's in Paris. -BORIS: Revenge.
A dish best served Parisian.
(Tali singing softly) I thought we agreed on a destination venue because we were gonna have a small wedding.
We did. This is.
Well this is everyone from NCIS, my colleagues from school, yours from work, and, I believe, every single one of your clients?
Well, to be fair, one of those clients is Henry, my best man.
Well, we never talked about wedding parties.
TONY: Well, it's a wedding.
It's a party. Who do you want to invite?
I honestly thought it was just gonna be us, and Tali and an officiant and-- Just us?
Well, that's not small, that's no one.
(breathes deeply) So do you want to just go to the courthouse, then?
(echoing): No, that's not what I'm saying!
-♪ ♪ -Okay, well,
Of course he can come, he's your father, Tony!
Can he bring a plus one? 'Cause he'll need a plus one.
-I don't know, I mean...
-(arguing indistinctly) (high-pitched droning)
ZIVA: Tony, you're not hearing me!
(high-pitched droning continues)
TONY: What's going on?
Hey. You all right?
Yes, I'm okay, I just, I just need a little space.
Just... a little space.
TONY: So that's the plan.
CLAUDETTE: You want to break into the Reigning Fire expo. Why?
To stop Jonah from killing Graves?
BORIS: They have Dejan Lazar.
Aaron Graves is as good as dead.
Well, and, honestly, getting between a warlord and a psychopath isn't our job.
We have an idea that could clear our names.
ZIVA: The Reigning Fire Peacekeeping Solutions' drone was overhead when Jonah killed Henry. That footage nails him.
If Jonah's planning another mission, is it really smart to run another one at the same time?
ZIVA: When I told Martine about Jonah's goons attacking Tali, she seemed surprised.
We're hoping it planted a seed of doubt about him. ZIVA: And if they're fighting they'll be distracted.
Whatever chaos they stir up gives us cover.
Problem: Jonah definitely erased the drone's memory before returning it to Reigning Fire.
CLAUDETTE: But maybe not its core programming. That drone uses an advanced lidar scanner to navigate its environment and train its autopilot system. That navigation data would pick up people, too.
Motion, even vibrations. We might... might be able to extrapolate audio.
Tech, tech, tech. And?
CLAUDETTE: If we can get access to the Reigning Fire servers we might be able to reconstruct direct evidence of Henry's final moments.
BORIS: She means we'll have footage.
Okay, we provide cover and muscle.
Boris, you hack the drone, if Claudette can get us inside.
Lucky, or maybe very unlucky, guess which venue is hosting?
Le Corail Convention Centre.
(sighs) No way.
We tried to land a contract there, but we got underbid by the anti-Claudette.
Freda fucking Floquet.
We went to uni together.
She was always a dick.
Ah, a revenge plot nestled in an even bigger revenge plot like a Matryoshka doll.
Okay, see you both in Paris.
Uh, sorry. I have a-- I can't, I have a honeymoon.
I have a lot of packing to do.
Laundry. My delicates need to air-dry.
Well, remote work is over, buddy.
-We need you back in the field. -(stammers)
(Tony sighs)
MARTINE: How could you?
We hated Graves for turning kids into collateral.
She doesn't look like collateral to me.
You crossed a line. And you broke a promise to me.
(speaking French) I did, I lied.
To protect you from a choice I knew you'd find excruciating.
Oh, don't infantilize me.
No, I swear, if any harm had come to that little girl, I'd have killed Galimard myself.
But Tony and Ziva found me at the prison.
We had to shake them.
They're stray dogs that won't stop biting at our heels.
Tell me they don't worry you.
Of course they do. And where did that footage come from?
Hmm? Them.
They're trying to split us apart.
You still lied to me.
I know.
I did.
I am sorry.
Truly, I am.
How am I supposed to trust you?
We are so close, my love.
Tomorrow we kill Graves.
Destroy Reigning Fire.
♪ ♪
Checking in.
'Cause this is...
I'll say... ambitious. But I owe it to Henry.
I also know I have blinders on.
We both owe it to him.
Mm.
"It" being wanted fugitives walking into a convention center filled with soldiers and cops being hosted by an arms dealer who thinks we attacked him.
(chuckles) Scary much?
I know. But if we don't stop Jonah, expose him and end this...
...what happens to us?
To Tali? And what is it that we tell Tali?
One ambitious mission at a time.
Mm.
♪ ♪
Oh, God, I'm sweating. They can see me sweating.
(exhales) We'll be all right. The hardest part of getting into Freda's database was waiting for Tony to choose his look.
Don't judge, we're wanted.
Just trying to blend in with these government buyers.
"Funny, what a grown man will do for a living." Magnum, P.I.
I don't see Tom Selleck.
More like Groucho Marx.
I see a bit of Tom Selleck.
ZIVA: Oh, come on.
♪ ♪
TONY: There we go.
(computer chimes)
I remember you.
From last month at the boat expo.
The beard's coming in. Looks good, man. So you shop for boats and military weapons?
I'm a sort of jack of all trades, master of none.
I'm also a fan of Phillip II.
You know him? Armada?
Sorry, he likes to watch the History Channel.
I love the History Channel.
That's my boy.
-Thanks. -I'm sure you do.
(exhales)
♪ ♪
TONY: Hey, look, it's our prison break drone.
Tony, problem: it's not just the venue guards we're up against.
Reigning Fire brought their own security.
TONY: Well, I guess Reigning Fire didn't trust Freda's guys to protect the merchandise.
Except the way to the server room is also blocked.
Abort, fall back, retreat, all of the above.
Hey, hey, my powerful falcon.
You remind me of somebody I used to call "probie." He needed to relax. So do you.
Ziva and I will clear a path to the server room.
Why don't you help Claudette get us some keycard access?
-Yeah. -Well, there's
Aaron Graves.
Was your non-profit inspired by your own injury in the field?
Yes, yes.
A faulty bomb detonated near my head.
I'm very lucky to be alive, actually.
Do you still suffer any symptoms?
I developed dyslexia.
Increasing numbers of soldiers are developing these traumatic brain injuries from firing your weapons.
Do you not feel any sense of hypocrisy?
Try asking a soldier in the field if he feels safer without one of my weapons in his hand.
Use that as a sound bite.
Oh and if you ever thought that scrambling a few letters and numbers in my head ever held me back, take a look around.
Who is that dreadful woman?
I swear to God.
(indistinct chatter)
I'll see you soon.
Good luck.
(indistinct chatter)
JONAH: Mr. Graves.
Jonah Markham.
-Interpol. -Ah.
Pleasure's mine.
I appreciate your cooperation lining up our stories about the drone.
Can't give those vultures an ounce of fucking meat.
Of course.
Yeah, good shit, Jason.
(indistinct chatter)
There's Freda.
All right.
(breathes deeply)
Oh, God, I hate her.
-I hate her. -Ah.
I thought I was the nervous one.
I am not nervous, I'm nauseous.
She makes me want to vomit.
You know she used to call me?
"Bubble Wrap," because she said I typed too loud.
Not that often, but you know.
Hey!
Pull yourself together.
She should puke at the sight of you.
No, wait, she should...
-she should-- -I know what you meant, Boris, thank you.
Just tell me the second the keycard is cloned. Because the scanner will be in my bag.
BORIS: Get as close to her keycard as you can. You can do this.
Here she comes.
FREDA: But if they undermine you again, you just come and tell-- Claudette Caron?
-Hi. -Uh, get to your post.
Freda, hi.
How are you? It's been -so long...
-How amazing to see you!
I was so worried after your company went under.
I thought you might be, uh, in hiding? Or prison?
Ah, yes, it was a nasty shock, but I am good, thank you.
Been freelance consulting.
This is my colleague, Boris.
BORIS: Good to meet you.
I've heard such wonderful things.
Of course you landed on your feet.
You were always the best at doing whatever it takes to get ahead.
Well, you've cracked the code.
Running security at a security conference, really impressive.
I honestly can't stop thinking where would this place be now if they'd signed with you?
It's sad you two aren't closer.
Oh, you know, we fell out of touch after school, but it is so great to see you doing so well.
Yeah, I'm sure you're surprised.
You had the better grades but, no offense, your code was, uh, textbook. And in the real world you have to be more, uh-- -Lazy?
-Sorry?
Tell me what do you know about good code, besides pieces you copy from the web or have AI generate for you?
Let's try to be nice.
BORIS: Sure. Some advice.
Lick Claudette's boots and pray some of her genius soaks into your lone brain cell.
Boris! That is my friend.
I am so sorry.
I didn't mean for this to turn -so confrontational.
-(patting back)
But I'm so happy to see you succeed.
Nice to meet you.
(sighs) (indistinct chatter)
Graves sure came prepared. TONY: So how do we clear the way to the server room entrance?
ZIVA: I count five soldiers with direct line of sight to the doors.
-And...
-So diverting venue guards may not be enough.
Mrs. Ranier.
-Tony, please. -Hey.
You, please.
Trust yourself.
Trust us.
We're pros. We've done this a million times, remember?
Okay, I'm glad you're able to have fun in the middle of a job.
Jean-Paul.
Oh. Well.
Not as much fun as the boat show, but it's always a pleasure to be with you.
(chuckles) If I remember correctly you were standing on every bow screaming, "I'm king of the world." Well, haven't you ever... jumped up and down on a bed at a mattress store?
It's called testing the merchandise.
We're buying a boat now?
Well, we could get a boat.
Sail away, leave the world behind.
All the work, all the stress.
-(exhales) -Be together.
Let me remind you we have a daughter who thinks us being together is weird.
Well...
Maybe it used to be. But I don't think it is anymore.
Maybe we've changed.
I think so, too.
GUARD: So what's your problem?
(arguing indistinctly)
TONY: Hmm.
Yeah, the venue guards have a beef with the Reigning Fire guys.
ZIVA: Great news for us.
Oh.
Excuse me, sir?
Hi. I have a question.
Um, there was a Reigning Fire soldier, took a group of people backstage to show them around.
We were wondering when the next tour was?
The backstage area is off-limits, ma'am.
Someone ought to tell those soldiers that.
Excuse me.
CLAUDETTE: Wow.
Guys, you made that look easy.
Seems the guards don't like the soldiers.
Well, we copied Freda's key.
Now we just need to download the drone's lidar data off the server and we are out.
Boris, you're up.
What if there are more guards inside, hmm?
What if one of them sneaks up behind me when I'm trying to work and they knock me out?
I'll beat them up before they can.
♪ ♪
I heard you and Jonah fighting.
Stay focused on your own work bypassing the Reigning Fire security protocols.
LAZAR: I'm focused on my own safety.
(speaking French)
(grunts)
Feel safe now?
ZIVA: Just need to get to the servers find the footage of Jonah killing Henry, and we're out of here.
(door opens)
(whispers): Tony.
We have a problem.
What's up?
You're all clear here.
Well, we found Martine and Lazar.
They just took down a soldier outside the server room.
The bad news is we can't safely get inside the server room to get the drone's data.
♪ ♪
TONY: Now that Jonah's crashed our plans, I don't think we can ignore his any longer.
But, Ziva... we got to go for that drone data.
For Henry.
I'm with you, Tony.
-But how?
-By going straight to the drone.
There's a data cable running through the drone's wing.
It's risky but if Tony can distract the guards, I can insert a mini-computer into the drone, and I can hack it wirelessly from across the room.
Good.
We'll take care of Martine and Lazar in the server room.
Hey.
Be careful.
-Be safe. -You, too.
(sighs)
Well, we need a distraction.
What about if you bump a waiter?
Spill wine on a buyer?
Well, I'd prefer to avoid any fashion crimes.
Oh.
-Hold on. -Okay.
Hey.
-Sir?
-So... you find your guy?
Reigning Fire's unofficial backstage tour guide?
-No, sir. Must've missed him. -You all right?
Oh, let me guess.
You got reamed for abandoning your post, huh?
Yeah.
My old C.O. was the same.
Used to slap the back of my head.
No good deed goes unpunished.
But... your culprit's right over there.
I bet it's his side hustle, giving backstage tours.
Now, not telling you how to live your life, but... if I were you, I'd phone it in this time.
Cover my ass.
Make it my boss's problem.
-Ma'am? -FREDA: You again?
Yes. I have a 20 on the soldier I told you about.
So, now what?
We let Freda be Freda.
FREDA: Which one is it? Him?
Hey, you! You!
Are you the idiot giving backstage tours, huh?
This might be your event, but it's my venue.
FREDA: You do not have an all-access pass to my facility.
Does it look like amusement park, huh?
Does it say amusement park somewhere?
Do I look amused to you?
Oh, no, look, it says: W-E-A, weapons expo, and you're killing me with your stupidity!
Okay, go stand in a corner!
Just get out of my way!
I don't want to see you again.
-Did you do something? -(loud music playing)
♪ ♪
Okay, keep going.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing Reigning Fire's founder and CEO, -Aaron Graves!
-(cheering, clamoring) Thank you, thank you.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you.
Oh, finally, I can see the maestro at work.
I'm sure whatever he's doing inside those servers is brilliant...
-(stomps foot) -...ly terrible.
We have to stop him immediately.
-Ready? -Ready.
♪ ♪
(quiet clatter)
GRAVES: On behalf of all of Reigning Fire, we are incredibly excited -to show you...
-Claudette!
Uh-oh.
-Oh, shit. -I'll be at the bar.
Keep an eye.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Follow the prompts, trust yourself.
Hi.
Do you have a moment?
Not really. And you're so busy.
TONY: Let her talk. If she's distracted, she's not in our way.
So... it means so much that you made time for me.
FREDA: I just wondered, did you mean that, when you said I'm your friend? Because I would like that.
TONY: Okay, where do I start with this?
Where do I start with this?
Um, I feel like I need some kind of navigational data to find my way through it.
TONY: Navigational data, got you.
CLAUDETTE: And it's so unexpected, uh, my mind is going back to... specific dates from our past.
TONY: The day Henry was shot in Austria, check. And it never felt like you would say that to me.
Oh, I've spent the last few years reflecting, and, uh, I-I was a bully.
You were so good and nice to everyone.
I was jealous. I'm sorry.
Thank you.
I always wished I could make it up to you and we could be friends so when you hugged me, I thought, "Maybe she does, too." Did Freda just say -you hugged her?
-I don't know what came over me.
You woke me up. (laughs) You know, you're now probably looking back at a long route you've taken...
-TONY: Ah. I'm with you.
-CLAUDETTE: That is your flight path Freda. And there's waypoints to it. And those waypoints are snapshots of key moments: fuzzy renderings of buildings, places, things, cars.
I'm stretching the metaphor a bit.
No, totally. You're saying I need to, uh, examine my past?
Okay, I'm looking at Jonah and Henry right before he killed him, but the people are just shapes.
You said you can extract audio from this somehow?
Yes, you can. You should probably do that.
You know if you truly want to convert to being a better person, that's where it would extract the most insight.
Rendering. Thanks, Claudette.
-(exhales) -(cheering and applause) (computer chimes)
Okay, here we go.
(Henry grunts)
(grunting)
JONAH: Your friends...
Where's Tony and Ziva?
You think they're coming back?
ZIVA: We have to go back.
Ziva, Tali.
JONAH: Me, either.
(gunshot)
(busy chatter)
♪ ♪
Hey, hey.
Hey.
Get ready for some good news.
Excuse me.
He'll have what I'm having and I'll have another.
-Merci. -Merci.
Thank you.
-Bachelor party. -Mm.
Did you know that Sting rents out his Tuscan villa?
(Henry laughs) Henry, I have bad news.
Okay.
You can't be my best man.
Oh. Got it.
Punchline?
-TONY: Merci. -WAITRESS: Et voilà.
No joke. No one's coming.
Ziva is not comfortable with large crowds.
I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, you know?
No, no, no, it's fine.
-If that's what you want. -Well, it's for the best.
Ziva deserves to be safe and happy at her wedding.
As you know, she has been through a lot.
And you haven't?
Well, I don't think my story is quite as dramatic.
She was running for her life. I got a surprise daughter.
Yeah, that's not what I'm talking about.
What I'm saying is I don't think it's a great mystery why you, the ultimate latchkey kid, would want to be surrounded by loved ones on your wedding day.
Okay.
I had a different vision for my big day I will admit that. And I did not grow up with much of a family. But I found one.
(chuckles softly)
And I did want to share that day with them.
Yeah.
Okay, let me tell you how this is gonna go.
I'm gonna say you should tell that to Ziva.
You're gonna say that you will think about it.
You won't. And then you will just keep kicking that can down the road. And what happens after that? It just keeps... going until it disappears?
-It does, yeah. -Oh.
Or... you end up tying the can to your wedding car and dragging it off on your honeymoon.
What are you saying? That I'm not ready to be married?
(vehicle driving away)
-Wow. -Shh.
(whispering): His fingers move across the keyboard like a river over pebbles.
We need a distraction.
To separate Martine from Lazar.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Two server racks just went offline.
Where?
Far side of the room. Southeast.
Does it stop your work?
Just slows me down.
I'll have to pull the data I need from different servers.
Reallocate memory usage.
Who would like to see some super-cool shit?
(cheering and whooping) Everything you see here today I guarantee, it's the best way to equip your soldiers. But what if the future of war doesn't require soldiers at all?
Now before you start thinking, "What's this crazy son of a bitch talking about?" I'd like to introduce you to the Reigning Fire's latest weapon.
The GNR-48313.
(whirring) I call him Gunner.
(cheers and applause)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
Did you show Jonah the video of Tali?
I did.
Next time, she should come quietly.
He's really done a number on you, huh?
(grunting)
(Ziva and Martine grunting in distance) So sorry. Backdoor attack.
I learned it from you.
-Shit.
-(grunts) (grunting)
(sighs heavily)
It is an honor to meet you, sir.
I'm big-time fan.
Field Agent Peskov.
(shutter clicks)
Let's see what you're up to.
(grunting)
Come on!
(panting) Get up.
Walk slowly in front of me.
Jonah has another plan.
-I'm not sure what, but-- -You are so transparent.
You can't drive a wedge between us, Ziva.
It was always there, I just showed it to you.
Don't let him use you, Martine. Talk to me.
CLAUDETTE: Tony, if you have the video,
TONY: I've got eyes on Jonah.
GRAVES: Isn't he lovely? So sweet.
Good boy. Gunner is the future of war.
He's fully bulletproof he's got a 50 cal. mounted on his back, he's got side projectiles that can rip straight through fucking Kevlar and he can run 40 miles an hour.
But that's not what makes Gunner so truly special.
ZIVA: What do you have, Boris?
Lazar has been teaching 9.4 to defeat Reigning Fire's firewall.
The one he built. Not even I can crack it.
GRAVES: Gunner, find Antoine Tritch.
-(powers down) -ZIVA: Cracked it.
Not really. It's already infected every prototype on display.
(intrigued murmuring)
(mechanical growl) (chuckles) Gunner's never actually met Antoine before. But thanks to Reigning Fire's surveillance database, he knows his face.
And he also knows that Antoine here hasn't paid me for his last two invoices.
You naughty boy, Antoine. -(murmuring)
ZIVA: Why would Jonah
BORIS: Ask her.
But what I do know: now that 9.4 knows how to defeat the undefeatable firewall if it gets out of here and gains access to Reigning Fire's global network, it can control every one of their weapons in the world.
GRAVES: But luckily for Antoine, Gunner knows friend from foe.
Gunner, release.
(applause and cheering)
It looks like Lazar was... looking to control one weapon in particular. Which one?
CLAUDETTE: What's Jonah doing?
TONY: I don't know.
Something on his phone.
He's targeting every Reigning Fire soldier in the building.
(cheering and applause)
GRAVES: Friendly fire is
Gunner.
Stand down.
This is weird.
Graves isn't on the kill list.
(computer beeping)
But we are.
(grunting)
BORIS: Don't shoot.
Give me back 9.4, or destroy it. But don't let Jonah have it.
And now the fun part.
How much does this puppy cost?
(indistinct chatter)
(audience exclaiming)
Tony?
TONY: Ziva, we have it.
Video of Jonah killing Henry.
Jonah has control of the expo tech.
We are on the kill list.
GRAVES: Sorry, it's fine.
-(snaps fingers) -Gunner, release.
(audience shouting) (screaming)
ZIVA: Tony, what's going on?
Tony? Tony?
ZIVA: It surprised me. That Tony wasn't on the same page as you about your wedding size?
No, that was... predictable.
It was more of, um... my reaction.
We were going back and forth and then, all of a sudden, I couldn't breathe.
It felt... claustrophobic. That sounds like a panic attack.
-You were triggered. -Really?
-Mm-hmm. -Why?
I wasn't in a room with crowds. No guns were firing.
I was with Tony.
I understand that weddings are stressful.
I know the difference between a dangerous situation and a spat with my fiancé.
The brain does, but the body doesn't. And that's where trauma lives, in the body.
Ugh.
Sometimes the triggers are obvious, like if a gas tank falls and sounds like a gunshot.
Sometimes they're not.
A conversation can be a trigger.
You don't have to be physically trapped to feel emotionally trapped.
Okay so now my body goes into fight or flight mode over guest lists, that's cr-- I know that's not a word you want me using.
It's not crazy.
You said you weren't surprised that Tony didn't share your vision for your wedding.
He was not listening.
He was so stuck in what he wanted, that what I said really...
...didn't matter.
Like you had no agency? Which is how I felt -when I was on the run.
-Hmm.
You've come so far in dealing with your obvious triggers but now you'll need to focus on developing new mechanisms to deal with the less obvious ones.
I know it's hard to see but you can and are building a life for yourself where you feel seen, heard and safe on an emotional level.
There are no quick fixes.
Are you saying I'm using marriage as a way to fix the problems between me and Tony?
I said "quick fixes" and you linked that to your wedding.
I don't have all the answers. But you'll find, if you dig deep enough, you do.
So, close your eyes...
Um...
Focus.
Try to accept what your body is telling you.
There we go.
Breathe in... two, three, four.
Hold.
(screaming and clamoring)
ZIVA: Tony!
-(grunts) -Gunner, cease fire!
-(grunting) -(screaming)
GRAVES: Cease fire, now!
(yelps) (panicked shouting)
GRAVES: Gunner, no!
Emergency system override!
MARTINE: Merde!
ZIVA: Tony, can you hear me?
TONY: I'm okay. I have cover.
GRAVES: Shut it down, now!
(screaming)
SOLDIER: All to the exits.
-(gunfire) -GRAVES: Emergency
Tony? Where are you?
GRAVES: Gunner, release!
(panicked shouting)
(locks door)
TONY: I'm in the north corner,
ZIVA: I'm heading your way.
TONY: Don't, the thing is tracking me.
Stay where you are.
GRAVES: Gunner, no!
Tony?
(screaming and clamoring)
GRAVES: Fix it! Oh, Lord.
(remote beeps)
(Tony grunts) (screaming)
(gunfire)
Tony?
Can you hear me?
(gunfire continues)
(high-pitched ringing)
(echoing, muffled screaming)
Killer robot dog.
Come on!
(panting) What the hell was that?
An electromagnetic pulse, as a fail-safe.
The emergency lights must be protected by Faraday cages.
Wait a minute.
What about the rest of the tech?
Tony, the EMP wiped everything.
Our evidence is gone.
Mr. Graves.
Jason?
Jonah Markham, Interpol.
We know who did this, but I can keep you safe.
Jonah didn't want to kill Graves.
He just wanted to get rid of his security so he could get close to him.
Wait here.
(screaming and shouting)
(muffled, distorted screaming) (high-pitched ringing) (gunshots)
SOLDIER: Get down!
LANG: Focus.
ZIVA: Focus.
LANG: Breathe in... two, three, four.
Hold, two, three...
-four.
-(inhales) (exhales)
ZIVA: Breathe...
(inhales) (exhales) (inhales) (sound of clamoring normalizes)
-TONY: Ziva. -Tony.
Tony.
-I'm tracking Jonah. -I'll be fine.
Just go.
I'll find Boris and Claudette.
We believe Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David are working with Dejan Lazar.
Lazar? How'd you get that?
We've been tracking him since Tony and Ziva broke him out of prison we assumed, to hack your network. That was just confirmed.
Is there a safe place we can go, off-grid?
I've got a compound on an island.
Good. Let's go.
-Jonah!
-This exhibit is off limits until Mr. Graves has cleared the premises.
I'm with him.
What are you doing?
I need you to trust me.
What? I am finishing this.
Guards...
(shaky breath) Jonah.
Jonah!
What?
(shouting in French)
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This place is about to be swarming with agents.
We have to go.
(Lazar groans in pain)
(moans softly)
What happened?
Exactly what Jonah had planned.
(moans)
I tried to warn you.
Jonah will never see anyone as his equal.
Not even his partner.
You were right.
Graves detonated a short-range EMP.
It didn't reach down here.
Where's your phone?
(moans)
I'm learning not to trust anyone.
ZIVA: I told Boris to get out
Tony's gone, chasing Jonah.
The EMP Graves detonated will have wiped Tony's comms, his phone.
-There's no way to track him. -We'll find him.
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I followed him and Graves to Isla Zafira.
Graves has a compound here on the island.
ZIVA: We're on our way.
Are you gonna meet us there?
Daddy and I have a couple of things we need to take care of.
(grunting)
MARTINE: He's trying
I can't stop him on my own. I need your help.
Sometimes to destroy a monster, you have to think like one.
ZIVA: Tony...
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