NCIS Los Angeles s02e14 Episode Script
Lockup
Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles: Mowahd Dusa.
Goes by Moe.
- I brought him here.
- From Sudan? Moe's father was killed.
It was the least I could do.
Moe? What happens now? You'll be placed under arrest.
I'm still your brother.
The time has come.
Do it well.
Enough.
Welcome to your new family, Mowahd.
- You wanna talk about it? - No.
- We're here to listen.
- No, I'm fine.
Let her eat her feelings in peace.
All right.
I decided to go on a second date with the graphic artist.
Okay, and let me guess, mommy issues? - He talk in a baby voice? - No, we had a great night.
Even took me to Medieval Times.
As a joke? It was cute.
I told him on our first date that I wanted to go since I was a kid.
You got a second date? Where did it go wrong? He challenge you to a joust? You do get grumpy when you lose.
He steal your giant turkey leg? You guys are really funny.
Forget about it.
Go on, Kensi.
I realized I forgot my wallet in his car, so I went over this morning, and I saw him standing in his driveway, kissing this blond wench.
- Ooh, language.
- No, no, an actual wench.
Our beer wench from Medieval Times.
That hurts.
Hello.
This is Oakville Prison.
You're listed as next of kin for Mowahd Dusa.
He's been assaulted.
- Where is he now? - He is at Hatfield Hospital.
All right, thanks.
That was Oakville Prison.
Moe was attacked.
Why did they call us? Not us, me.
I'm listed as his next of kin.
Sam.
Take it easy, Moe.
They should not have called.
Who did this to you? It's not what you think.
I knew it was coming.
Initiation.
A gang initiation? I thought you would've learned by now.
I had no choice.
Of course you had a choice.
You can't let these people use you like this.
I'm gonna see what I can do to get you a transfer.
No.
I need to go back there.
Why? Who said you have to go back there? They moved me to Oakville to get close to someone.
They said if I helped them, they would reduce my time in prison.
Who do you have to get close to? His name is Abdul Habaza.
And he did this to you? Abdul is planning something, I heard them talking.
- It will happen soon.
- Who made you that promise, FBI? NCIS.
Sorry.
They're here to take him back.
- Okay, thank you.
- All right.
Sam, this is my only way out.
- Moe - You said we're just like brothers.
Then let me do this.
Please, brother.
The boatshed and not my office.
I'm intrigued, Mr.
Callen.
Left on my sister's grave.
Huh.
A Prussian hussar.
Lead, hand-painted.
Older than I am, if I'm not mistaken.
Significance? When I was a kid, a man at a beach handed me a toy soldier like that.
It brought back the memory.
A message from someone in your past? Anyone of interest on the camera you hid in the birdhouse? Two visitors.
Hmm.
A walk through the cemetery clears my mind, puts everything into perspective.
Second visitor? You know him? No.
But I almost met him.
Once.
Hey.
The man you couldn't catch.
I think he wants to meet with me.
Dangerous.
Necessary.
I can't sanction it.
I'm not asking you to.
But I do have time owed.
Indeed you do, Mr.
Callen.
Don't get lead poisoning from this thing.
Guy in the middle's the leader.
Brought in four of his guys to do the job.
That's a classic gang jump in.
Moe didn't even put up a fight.
You should've told me.
That's precisely why I didn't.
Moe isn't trained for this.
He shouldn't be in there alone.
He isn't in there alone.
You underestimate me, Mr.
Hanna.
One of our best people is in there with him.
Uh, Eric, ISP number 579.
72.
351.
462.
Access Camera 7.
Okay.
I'm sorry, where is this? Oakville Federal Prison.
I'm sure Nate is more than capable of this.
Nate's been tracking this terrorist organization, the Warriors for Islam, since I sent him to Afghanistan.
When we learned that one of the members of their group was doing time at Oakville, I placed Nate there as a prison psychologist.
You did the same thing with Moe.
Planted him there to get closer to the organization.
Yes.
So, what about this terrorist, Abdul Habaza? He's a member of Warriors for Islam, a well-financed terrorist organization based in Yemen.
They're responsible for multiple bombings across the Middle East, Africa and Europe.
So how is getting close to Abdul going to get us information about a terrorist group halfway around the world? Because Abdul's brother is Sadaat Habaza, head of the Warriors for Islam.
What do we know about the Warriors for Islam? Uh, virtually nothing.
You understand, Mr.
Hanna? Guys, Moe's prison bank account just received funds from an offshore account in the Caymans.
It's under the name, uh, Truftin Industries.
And it's not the first deposit to be made to an inmate in Oakville.
They jumped Moe in, now he's on the payroll.
Truftin Industries is a shell company worth $20 million, funding several businesses in the U.
S.
, one in West Hollywood.
Got an address for me? - You just got it.
- Okay.
Stakes just went up.
Yes, they did.
I need to be there.
Is this about taking down a terrorist or about protecting Moe because you feel responsible for him? Mr.
Beale, please start creating Mr.
Hanna's cover.
We'll need IDs, prison records.
Go back at least ten years.
Where's Callen? Temporarily unavailable.
Keep him safe, Hetty.
Psych Evaluation is in there.
In here.
He's all yours, doc.
Not even a postcard.
I send one every month.
Check Hetty's desk drawer.
- It's good to see you, Sam.
- It's good to see you too.
How's Moe? He's in the infirmary for now.
He's not cut out for this.
Not many are.
But he is determined to get out of here, and right now, that determination is winning over his fear.
I'm gonna need to stay close to him.
Orderly in the infirmary.
Close enough? It's close enough.
Are you sure this is the right address? Well, it's what Eric gave me.
Truftin Industries owns this joint.
Oh.
Best assignment ever.
Can I help you? - Hi, yes.
- Yes.
Uh, I'm Jennifer.
And this here is my brother, Edward.
Edward.
He's shy, so he made me come with him, but he is dying to take your pole dancing class.
I think he wants to surprise his special friend, Phil, with a birthday lap dance.
Anything for Phillipa.
Phillipa.
She's English, yeah.
You know those Brits.
Good lap dance really helps them come out of their shell.
Ha, ha.
Not just the Brits.
- Oh, not just - Ha, ha.
- Follow me, and I'll give you a tour.
- Absolutely.
Did you hear that, Jen? Hmm? - Not just the Brits.
- I did, yeah.
- Yeah, you did.
- Ha-ha-ha.
By the way, excuse me.
I'm sorry.
- Where is the ladies' room? - Upstairs to the right.
Great.
You go ahead.
Come this way, Edward, and I'll show you the warm-up room.
To the warm-up room.
I can Hi.
All right, I'll just go Hi.
Eric, we're plugged in.
And we have access to their financial records, but they're encrypted.
All right, give me a second.
I got a receipt.
Current rental on a silver panel van.
All right.
I'm in.
I got a bunch of wire transfers into various prison accounts.
From the same offshore account that's paying Moe in prison.
Warriors for Islam is using this business to send funds.
They have a sophisticated hard drive wiping system in place.
It's set to delete all files permanently on Thursday.
Same day their rental van is due back.
I'm looking at the leasing agreement for X-Pole.
They look like they have an assigned garage space out back.
Thanks, guys.
Number six.
Well, no van.
Ammonium nitrate.
Diesel.
Wires and part of a blasting cap.
So we got al Qaeda members with a panel van, fertilizer and fuel.
We have two days to stop a truck bomb.
Hey, Louie, he'll be with you in a minute.
Sam.
I'm in B Block.
I got assigned up here.
We got eyes on you at all times.
What do you need me to do? For one, call me Hakeem, not Sam.
Get in with Abdul.
I'm gonna get in with him too.
How? With a little help from our friends, the Aryans.
Grey, white, red.
Silver.
I got si That's Nevada plates, damn it.
You have anything? Kensi.
Put it down.
Put the doughnut down.
A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.
I don't know what that means.
Food is not your friend.
We've talked about this.
If you wanna talk some more about Sir Lancelot, we can.
We were done when you said, "He's not your knight in shining armor.
" Know what? I'm staging a one-person intervention.
- Hand over the doughnut.
Give it.
- Argh.
Hey, guys.
I got a hit.
The van was clocked running a red at Los Feliz Boulevard in Silver Lake four days ago.
Couldn't make out the driver or passenger.
Well, the guys in the van are Abdul's men on the outside.
Focus your search in Silver Lake - and find that van, Nell, okay? - Mm-hm.
- Really? - What? - I'm saving you from yourself.
- Yeah? That's what real friends do.
Where you going? Kensi? That's not gonna make you happier.
I have put money into your account, Mowahd Dusa.
From this day on, you will not want for anything.
But tell me, who is this new Muslim here? I do not know, but he's been very good to me.
Salaam alaikum, my brother.
- What is your name? - Hakeem Fayed.
Come.
Join us.
Talk.
I don't join anything.
Got it.
25 minutes ago, our silver van turned into Saticoy Street in North Hollywood, and it's still there.
How do we know that? It's a dead end.
Went in, hasn't come back out.
Saticoy leads into a warehouse complex.
Lot of places to hide a van.
- Let's go.
- Thanks.
Eric, I need a license check.
Nine-Quebec-49905.
This place looks deserted.
Registered to Mark James Walker.
Kensi, he's employed as a prison guard at Oakville.
Okay.
Thank you.
Owned by a prison guard at Oakville.
Bingo.
I count two.
And that's our missing rental van.
That's the bomb.
- Did you change the battery? - All set, man.
Clear.
All right, we're ready to roll.
Federal agents.
Really? A machine gun? Isn't that a little excessive? He doesn't know how to use it.
He seems to be using it well to me.
He's blowing his entire magazine.
He's gonna have to reload every time.
It will take him at least five seconds.
Antagonize him.
- Get him to fire again.
- What? What do you want me to do? Call him names? - Get him to shoot at you.
- Aw.
You gotta be kidding me.
Okay.
Um Hey, uh Hey, man, you suck.
And you look fat in those jeans.
- Stick your head up.
- You want me to stick my head up? I know we've had our differences and I'm sorry I stole that doughnut.
Just do it, Deeks.
Come on.
- Oh, God.
- Come on, be courageous.
One, two, three.
Hey, listen.
Are you? - Cover me.
- Five.
Four, three, two.
- One.
- Drop it.
- Clear.
- Okay, clear.
But just for the record, that was insane.
Locked and loaded.
I don't think this was a terrorist attack.
What else does one use a bomb like this for? Apparently, a prison break.
The plan was for the truck to blow a hole in the north wall, while Abdul and Syed were in the yard.
That's a big-budget escape plan.
Abdul's brother is the leader of the Warriors for Islam.
Getting him out of a U.
S.
Prison is not only high priority, it's an incredible show of force.
There's something more here.
Maybe we should pull up the file Hey.
- Hey, guys.
- Nate.
Hi.
- Careful, Eric will get jealous.
- Welcome back.
- Hi, Nate.
- Hi, Nell.
You two know each other? We go back a few years.
Something wrong? Maybe.
Excuse us.
Warriors for Islam are as dangerous as any of the radical groups I've encountered.
They recruit young, disenchanted Muslims in prison, and send them to training camps in the Horn of Africa.
Yes, I read your report.
That's not why you're here.
It's Sam.
He's always looked out for everyone.
He sees himself as the protector.
He would die for one of us without giving the slightest thought for himself.
This is about Moe, isn't it? Sam sees Moe as part of his family.
Hetty, he's too close.
I send my agents into harm's way every day, Nate.
Sometimes getting too close is what they need to do.
Agents becomes friends.
And friends become family.
And they can protect each other.
Moe can't.
Sam is on his own in there.
No.
He has you.
Uh, excuse me, Hetty, but I ran analysis on all the chatter that was coming out of Yemen, and it seemed odd that so much chatter would relate to a prison break happening over here.
But the timing was too coincidental.
I think the plan is to get Abdul out of prison because his brother is planning something.
And from the volume of chatter, it looks like it's gonna be something pretty big.
Then we have no choice but to help Abdul with his plan.
Help him escape? All the way back to his family in Yemen.
Chow time will end in 15 minutes.
Chow time will end in 15 minutes.
- Aw - Watch yourself.
Abdul is planning a breakout, but the guard he paid off is dead.
Hetty wants us to break him out ourselves, but it has to be convincing.
She wants you to stay with him all the way to Yemen, if you can.
- How long do we have? - The sooner the better.
Okay, we're gonna need a plan.
Tell Eric to cut the cameras off in the Aryan block in 15 minutes.
Damn, doc, I said I was sorry.
Send me a dry cleaning bill.
I might.
White boys sure look cute together.
Those stories they tell about you must be true.
Can you believe this, man? I'm gonna do something right now.
You just remain calm, okay? Just stay behind me.
It's all gonna be good.
You trust me? I trust you.
- But I don't think this is a good idea.
- It's gonna be fine.
Every time I see you ladies, you get prettier.
You look better in red than me.
Keep talking, Jack.
You're dead, pretty boy.
Break it up.
We got code 3 in the hallway outside the cafeteria.
All right.
That's enough.
Break it up.
Get him out of here.
Let's go.
Against the walls.
What are you looking at, dirt bags? Show's over.
Eyes forward.
You could learn from him, Syed.
Turn around.
You two, against the wall.
You're gonna have to figure out a way to get comms to Sam.
What's his status? Is he still being questioned? Guards bought the story it was an unprovoked attack.
You can turn the cameras back on.
All right, cameras are back online.
Eric, Camera 12 outside my office, guard talking to Abdul.
Huh.
Abdul is not a happy camper.
Guard's name is David Jacobs.
Abdul's got the power.
Jacobs is taking orders.
Okay, Jacobs is an associate of Mark Walker, the prison guard killed at the warehouse.
We need audio.
Nate, is there a chance you can get close to them? We need an audio feed.
Hanging up now, switching to comms.
Okay.
- A name.
- He wants $10,000 in cash.
Can you get any closer? Closer.
If he gets any closer, he might as well just ask them what they're talking about.
Game's up, Nate.
Walk away.
Did you get anything? Maybe.
An impressive display, Hakeem.
I could, uh, use somebody with your skills.
Like I said, it's not my thing.
Even a man like you needs somebody to watch his back sometimes.
Yeah? Let me know when the time comes.
There are other benefits.
Members of this family are extremely well paid, even inside here.
You seem like a good man and a good Muslim.
But the truth is, I don't intend on being here too long.
With all due respect, shukran, my friend.
Shukran, my brother.
He's planning something.
Stay close to him.
But make sure he understands that my reach goes well beyond these walls.
Yes, brother.
Any progress, Mr.
Beale? Uh, almost got it.
He was in admin, saw some paperwork he shouldn't have.
I need a name.
Who is it? I can't tell you who it is.
- Why not? - I just can't.
Come on.
Give him a name.
- Right now.
- He wants $10,000 in cash.
Give me the account number.
I will transfer the money as soon as you give me the name.
If we don't know who's selling the name We're on a clock.
We don't even know whose name he's actually got.
It could be Sam or Moe.
Or Nate.
We need to abort.
This is our chance to infiltrate one of the most dangerous terrorist groups in Yemen.
The choice is never easy when the stakes are lives.
We stay in.
Abdul's about to make one of us.
We gotta move.
Everything's ready? I'm sending him to you momentarily.
Drink some water.
It will help with your hearing.
- Eric, I have ears.
- Indeed you have, Sam.
Hakeem can be very useful to us.
We need him.
Abdul Habaza, right? - Yes.
- Oh.
Well, you are being transferred tomorrow.
So I need to get you in for your out-processing evaluation.
I'm being transferred? I thought they already told you.
Oh.
I'm I'm sorry.
Uh Let me get back to you.
Hakeem.
Salaam alaikum, my brother.
I've been informed you are working on a plan to get out of here.
- Syed and I need to come.
- You were misinformed.
What if I could get you out of the country to a place where you will be hailed as a hero? Where there are no prisons? I can get you papers and safe passage.
You can start life anew among brothers.
Not interested.
You may escape, but understand I have people that will hunt you down.
And when they do, your fighting prowess will be of no use to you because you will not see them coming.
I am a man that you should be working with, not against.
I can get you out today.
But it will cost you.
Human life.
Killing is a means to an end, my brother.
You and Syed play basketball.
Twist your ankle.
Get the guards to bring you to the infirmary.
I'm gonna need him.
We've got a problem.
That's one of the assistant wardens, Michael Shainby.
I just caught him accessing Sam's prison records.
And the other guy is Sam's cell mate, Brandon Bassner.
He's one of Abdul's followers.
I think we just found our snitch.
- Nate? - I heard.
That's how they had access to the paperwork.
Shainby's bank account just received payment from Truftin Industries, the same shell company that was paying Abdul's gang members.
Sam, your cover's been blown.
Brandon's just found out.
That's great.
Nurse here? Inside.
Stay here.
Anyone seen Abdul? He hurt his ankle, went to the infirmary.
Sam, clock is ticking.
I got it.
I got it.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me get him on the gurney.
Help me.
- What the hell happened here? - He's bleeding out.
I take my finger off this artery, he's gonna die.
- We got a stabbing at the infirmary.
- We need an ambulance.
- Call an ambulance.
- Copy, I'll check.
Brandon's about to tell Abdul.
Step aside.
Step aside.
Nate, you need to stop him.
Keep it coming, let's go.
Heads up.
Eric, turn off the security cameras in Cell Block E.
Done.
Abdul needs to speak with you.
It's done.
Brandon's down.
Eric, shut down the cameras between Sam and the loading dock, and trigger the fire alarms.
Guard.
Guard.
There's a race riot down by the library.
They need everyone.
Take this guy in the ambulance, find another guard and get those two back to B Block, all right? I need you to come with me.
And you.
Let's go.
Hey, wait.
What are you doing here? What's going on? No, no, no, don't.
I told you there'd be a cost.
Help me hide the body.
Hide in there.
Paramedic.
Let's move.
Syed, get him inside, get in here.
Civilian admin personnel are instructed to leave the premises.
All admin civilian personnel are instructed to leave the premises.
Hold up.
I need to check the back.
Careful, this guy's got hepatitis C.
Good luck with that, pal.
Let them through.
We did it.
We did it.
We are free.
Okay, got any clothes? Sure you don't wanna spend the night? Hakeem, get rid of the ambulance.
Mowahd and Syed will come with me.
Meet us at the motel.
Here's the Overwatch marker.
Just press down the top.
All we need's a little bit in the back of the neck to track his movements.
Good luck.
You make your contact? We have a problem.
I have been informed that someone close to me is working for a federal agency.
He might have just made Sam.
Mowahd said he might know.
- Any idea who? - Take the shot? Mm-mm.
Not until he says the distress word.
- I'll ask him.
- No, no, no.
I already have.
At first I thought it was you.
But when I saw you kill the doctor and the EMTs Hmm.
Mowahd give you a name? Syed.
Mowahd reminded me that for a few months he was in 24-hour lockdown.
The FBI worked him until he agreed to spy for them.
Syed never trusted me.
He was in a rival gang.
He only agreed to join the cause before going into solitary.
Here.
An e-mail account.
When the time comes, I will contact you.
I will arrange for a passport so you can leave the country and join our cause, my brother.
I will see you in Yemen, Hakeem.
Syed's dead.
I'm going.
Moe? Moe? Moe They killed Moe.
I'm sorry, Moe.
I'm sorry.
- Sam, there's a bigger picture here.
- Get out of my way.
Sam.
I'm sorry.
This is the way it has to be.
That's Abdul's Overwatch signature.
He just got off a plane in Sana'a.
Because of your work, Mr.
Hanna, we're on the verge of exposing a very dangerous terrorist network.
You can't protect everyone.
Mr.
Hanna.
There will be a time and a place for what you want.
And I promise you, you'll have it.
Leave a message.
Mr.
Callen, it's been 48 hours.
You're missed.
Please call me.
Goes by Moe.
- I brought him here.
- From Sudan? Moe's father was killed.
It was the least I could do.
Moe? What happens now? You'll be placed under arrest.
I'm still your brother.
The time has come.
Do it well.
Enough.
Welcome to your new family, Mowahd.
- You wanna talk about it? - No.
- We're here to listen.
- No, I'm fine.
Let her eat her feelings in peace.
All right.
I decided to go on a second date with the graphic artist.
Okay, and let me guess, mommy issues? - He talk in a baby voice? - No, we had a great night.
Even took me to Medieval Times.
As a joke? It was cute.
I told him on our first date that I wanted to go since I was a kid.
You got a second date? Where did it go wrong? He challenge you to a joust? You do get grumpy when you lose.
He steal your giant turkey leg? You guys are really funny.
Forget about it.
Go on, Kensi.
I realized I forgot my wallet in his car, so I went over this morning, and I saw him standing in his driveway, kissing this blond wench.
- Ooh, language.
- No, no, an actual wench.
Our beer wench from Medieval Times.
That hurts.
Hello.
This is Oakville Prison.
You're listed as next of kin for Mowahd Dusa.
He's been assaulted.
- Where is he now? - He is at Hatfield Hospital.
All right, thanks.
That was Oakville Prison.
Moe was attacked.
Why did they call us? Not us, me.
I'm listed as his next of kin.
Sam.
Take it easy, Moe.
They should not have called.
Who did this to you? It's not what you think.
I knew it was coming.
Initiation.
A gang initiation? I thought you would've learned by now.
I had no choice.
Of course you had a choice.
You can't let these people use you like this.
I'm gonna see what I can do to get you a transfer.
No.
I need to go back there.
Why? Who said you have to go back there? They moved me to Oakville to get close to someone.
They said if I helped them, they would reduce my time in prison.
Who do you have to get close to? His name is Abdul Habaza.
And he did this to you? Abdul is planning something, I heard them talking.
- It will happen soon.
- Who made you that promise, FBI? NCIS.
Sorry.
They're here to take him back.
- Okay, thank you.
- All right.
Sam, this is my only way out.
- Moe - You said we're just like brothers.
Then let me do this.
Please, brother.
The boatshed and not my office.
I'm intrigued, Mr.
Callen.
Left on my sister's grave.
Huh.
A Prussian hussar.
Lead, hand-painted.
Older than I am, if I'm not mistaken.
Significance? When I was a kid, a man at a beach handed me a toy soldier like that.
It brought back the memory.
A message from someone in your past? Anyone of interest on the camera you hid in the birdhouse? Two visitors.
Hmm.
A walk through the cemetery clears my mind, puts everything into perspective.
Second visitor? You know him? No.
But I almost met him.
Once.
Hey.
The man you couldn't catch.
I think he wants to meet with me.
Dangerous.
Necessary.
I can't sanction it.
I'm not asking you to.
But I do have time owed.
Indeed you do, Mr.
Callen.
Don't get lead poisoning from this thing.
Guy in the middle's the leader.
Brought in four of his guys to do the job.
That's a classic gang jump in.
Moe didn't even put up a fight.
You should've told me.
That's precisely why I didn't.
Moe isn't trained for this.
He shouldn't be in there alone.
He isn't in there alone.
You underestimate me, Mr.
Hanna.
One of our best people is in there with him.
Uh, Eric, ISP number 579.
72.
351.
462.
Access Camera 7.
Okay.
I'm sorry, where is this? Oakville Federal Prison.
I'm sure Nate is more than capable of this.
Nate's been tracking this terrorist organization, the Warriors for Islam, since I sent him to Afghanistan.
When we learned that one of the members of their group was doing time at Oakville, I placed Nate there as a prison psychologist.
You did the same thing with Moe.
Planted him there to get closer to the organization.
Yes.
So, what about this terrorist, Abdul Habaza? He's a member of Warriors for Islam, a well-financed terrorist organization based in Yemen.
They're responsible for multiple bombings across the Middle East, Africa and Europe.
So how is getting close to Abdul going to get us information about a terrorist group halfway around the world? Because Abdul's brother is Sadaat Habaza, head of the Warriors for Islam.
What do we know about the Warriors for Islam? Uh, virtually nothing.
You understand, Mr.
Hanna? Guys, Moe's prison bank account just received funds from an offshore account in the Caymans.
It's under the name, uh, Truftin Industries.
And it's not the first deposit to be made to an inmate in Oakville.
They jumped Moe in, now he's on the payroll.
Truftin Industries is a shell company worth $20 million, funding several businesses in the U.
S.
, one in West Hollywood.
Got an address for me? - You just got it.
- Okay.
Stakes just went up.
Yes, they did.
I need to be there.
Is this about taking down a terrorist or about protecting Moe because you feel responsible for him? Mr.
Beale, please start creating Mr.
Hanna's cover.
We'll need IDs, prison records.
Go back at least ten years.
Where's Callen? Temporarily unavailable.
Keep him safe, Hetty.
Psych Evaluation is in there.
In here.
He's all yours, doc.
Not even a postcard.
I send one every month.
Check Hetty's desk drawer.
- It's good to see you, Sam.
- It's good to see you too.
How's Moe? He's in the infirmary for now.
He's not cut out for this.
Not many are.
But he is determined to get out of here, and right now, that determination is winning over his fear.
I'm gonna need to stay close to him.
Orderly in the infirmary.
Close enough? It's close enough.
Are you sure this is the right address? Well, it's what Eric gave me.
Truftin Industries owns this joint.
Oh.
Best assignment ever.
Can I help you? - Hi, yes.
- Yes.
Uh, I'm Jennifer.
And this here is my brother, Edward.
Edward.
He's shy, so he made me come with him, but he is dying to take your pole dancing class.
I think he wants to surprise his special friend, Phil, with a birthday lap dance.
Anything for Phillipa.
Phillipa.
She's English, yeah.
You know those Brits.
Good lap dance really helps them come out of their shell.
Ha, ha.
Not just the Brits.
- Oh, not just - Ha, ha.
- Follow me, and I'll give you a tour.
- Absolutely.
Did you hear that, Jen? Hmm? - Not just the Brits.
- I did, yeah.
- Yeah, you did.
- Ha-ha-ha.
By the way, excuse me.
I'm sorry.
- Where is the ladies' room? - Upstairs to the right.
Great.
You go ahead.
Come this way, Edward, and I'll show you the warm-up room.
To the warm-up room.
I can Hi.
All right, I'll just go Hi.
Eric, we're plugged in.
And we have access to their financial records, but they're encrypted.
All right, give me a second.
I got a receipt.
Current rental on a silver panel van.
All right.
I'm in.
I got a bunch of wire transfers into various prison accounts.
From the same offshore account that's paying Moe in prison.
Warriors for Islam is using this business to send funds.
They have a sophisticated hard drive wiping system in place.
It's set to delete all files permanently on Thursday.
Same day their rental van is due back.
I'm looking at the leasing agreement for X-Pole.
They look like they have an assigned garage space out back.
Thanks, guys.
Number six.
Well, no van.
Ammonium nitrate.
Diesel.
Wires and part of a blasting cap.
So we got al Qaeda members with a panel van, fertilizer and fuel.
We have two days to stop a truck bomb.
Hey, Louie, he'll be with you in a minute.
Sam.
I'm in B Block.
I got assigned up here.
We got eyes on you at all times.
What do you need me to do? For one, call me Hakeem, not Sam.
Get in with Abdul.
I'm gonna get in with him too.
How? With a little help from our friends, the Aryans.
Grey, white, red.
Silver.
I got si That's Nevada plates, damn it.
You have anything? Kensi.
Put it down.
Put the doughnut down.
A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.
I don't know what that means.
Food is not your friend.
We've talked about this.
If you wanna talk some more about Sir Lancelot, we can.
We were done when you said, "He's not your knight in shining armor.
" Know what? I'm staging a one-person intervention.
- Hand over the doughnut.
Give it.
- Argh.
Hey, guys.
I got a hit.
The van was clocked running a red at Los Feliz Boulevard in Silver Lake four days ago.
Couldn't make out the driver or passenger.
Well, the guys in the van are Abdul's men on the outside.
Focus your search in Silver Lake - and find that van, Nell, okay? - Mm-hm.
- Really? - What? - I'm saving you from yourself.
- Yeah? That's what real friends do.
Where you going? Kensi? That's not gonna make you happier.
I have put money into your account, Mowahd Dusa.
From this day on, you will not want for anything.
But tell me, who is this new Muslim here? I do not know, but he's been very good to me.
Salaam alaikum, my brother.
- What is your name? - Hakeem Fayed.
Come.
Join us.
Talk.
I don't join anything.
Got it.
25 minutes ago, our silver van turned into Saticoy Street in North Hollywood, and it's still there.
How do we know that? It's a dead end.
Went in, hasn't come back out.
Saticoy leads into a warehouse complex.
Lot of places to hide a van.
- Let's go.
- Thanks.
Eric, I need a license check.
Nine-Quebec-49905.
This place looks deserted.
Registered to Mark James Walker.
Kensi, he's employed as a prison guard at Oakville.
Okay.
Thank you.
Owned by a prison guard at Oakville.
Bingo.
I count two.
And that's our missing rental van.
That's the bomb.
- Did you change the battery? - All set, man.
Clear.
All right, we're ready to roll.
Federal agents.
Really? A machine gun? Isn't that a little excessive? He doesn't know how to use it.
He seems to be using it well to me.
He's blowing his entire magazine.
He's gonna have to reload every time.
It will take him at least five seconds.
Antagonize him.
- Get him to fire again.
- What? What do you want me to do? Call him names? - Get him to shoot at you.
- Aw.
You gotta be kidding me.
Okay.
Um Hey, uh Hey, man, you suck.
And you look fat in those jeans.
- Stick your head up.
- You want me to stick my head up? I know we've had our differences and I'm sorry I stole that doughnut.
Just do it, Deeks.
Come on.
- Oh, God.
- Come on, be courageous.
One, two, three.
Hey, listen.
Are you? - Cover me.
- Five.
Four, three, two.
- One.
- Drop it.
- Clear.
- Okay, clear.
But just for the record, that was insane.
Locked and loaded.
I don't think this was a terrorist attack.
What else does one use a bomb like this for? Apparently, a prison break.
The plan was for the truck to blow a hole in the north wall, while Abdul and Syed were in the yard.
That's a big-budget escape plan.
Abdul's brother is the leader of the Warriors for Islam.
Getting him out of a U.
S.
Prison is not only high priority, it's an incredible show of force.
There's something more here.
Maybe we should pull up the file Hey.
- Hey, guys.
- Nate.
Hi.
- Careful, Eric will get jealous.
- Welcome back.
- Hi, Nate.
- Hi, Nell.
You two know each other? We go back a few years.
Something wrong? Maybe.
Excuse us.
Warriors for Islam are as dangerous as any of the radical groups I've encountered.
They recruit young, disenchanted Muslims in prison, and send them to training camps in the Horn of Africa.
Yes, I read your report.
That's not why you're here.
It's Sam.
He's always looked out for everyone.
He sees himself as the protector.
He would die for one of us without giving the slightest thought for himself.
This is about Moe, isn't it? Sam sees Moe as part of his family.
Hetty, he's too close.
I send my agents into harm's way every day, Nate.
Sometimes getting too close is what they need to do.
Agents becomes friends.
And friends become family.
And they can protect each other.
Moe can't.
Sam is on his own in there.
No.
He has you.
Uh, excuse me, Hetty, but I ran analysis on all the chatter that was coming out of Yemen, and it seemed odd that so much chatter would relate to a prison break happening over here.
But the timing was too coincidental.
I think the plan is to get Abdul out of prison because his brother is planning something.
And from the volume of chatter, it looks like it's gonna be something pretty big.
Then we have no choice but to help Abdul with his plan.
Help him escape? All the way back to his family in Yemen.
Chow time will end in 15 minutes.
Chow time will end in 15 minutes.
- Aw - Watch yourself.
Abdul is planning a breakout, but the guard he paid off is dead.
Hetty wants us to break him out ourselves, but it has to be convincing.
She wants you to stay with him all the way to Yemen, if you can.
- How long do we have? - The sooner the better.
Okay, we're gonna need a plan.
Tell Eric to cut the cameras off in the Aryan block in 15 minutes.
Damn, doc, I said I was sorry.
Send me a dry cleaning bill.
I might.
White boys sure look cute together.
Those stories they tell about you must be true.
Can you believe this, man? I'm gonna do something right now.
You just remain calm, okay? Just stay behind me.
It's all gonna be good.
You trust me? I trust you.
- But I don't think this is a good idea.
- It's gonna be fine.
Every time I see you ladies, you get prettier.
You look better in red than me.
Keep talking, Jack.
You're dead, pretty boy.
Break it up.
We got code 3 in the hallway outside the cafeteria.
All right.
That's enough.
Break it up.
Get him out of here.
Let's go.
Against the walls.
What are you looking at, dirt bags? Show's over.
Eyes forward.
You could learn from him, Syed.
Turn around.
You two, against the wall.
You're gonna have to figure out a way to get comms to Sam.
What's his status? Is he still being questioned? Guards bought the story it was an unprovoked attack.
You can turn the cameras back on.
All right, cameras are back online.
Eric, Camera 12 outside my office, guard talking to Abdul.
Huh.
Abdul is not a happy camper.
Guard's name is David Jacobs.
Abdul's got the power.
Jacobs is taking orders.
Okay, Jacobs is an associate of Mark Walker, the prison guard killed at the warehouse.
We need audio.
Nate, is there a chance you can get close to them? We need an audio feed.
Hanging up now, switching to comms.
Okay.
- A name.
- He wants $10,000 in cash.
Can you get any closer? Closer.
If he gets any closer, he might as well just ask them what they're talking about.
Game's up, Nate.
Walk away.
Did you get anything? Maybe.
An impressive display, Hakeem.
I could, uh, use somebody with your skills.
Like I said, it's not my thing.
Even a man like you needs somebody to watch his back sometimes.
Yeah? Let me know when the time comes.
There are other benefits.
Members of this family are extremely well paid, even inside here.
You seem like a good man and a good Muslim.
But the truth is, I don't intend on being here too long.
With all due respect, shukran, my friend.
Shukran, my brother.
He's planning something.
Stay close to him.
But make sure he understands that my reach goes well beyond these walls.
Yes, brother.
Any progress, Mr.
Beale? Uh, almost got it.
He was in admin, saw some paperwork he shouldn't have.
I need a name.
Who is it? I can't tell you who it is.
- Why not? - I just can't.
Come on.
Give him a name.
- Right now.
- He wants $10,000 in cash.
Give me the account number.
I will transfer the money as soon as you give me the name.
If we don't know who's selling the name We're on a clock.
We don't even know whose name he's actually got.
It could be Sam or Moe.
Or Nate.
We need to abort.
This is our chance to infiltrate one of the most dangerous terrorist groups in Yemen.
The choice is never easy when the stakes are lives.
We stay in.
Abdul's about to make one of us.
We gotta move.
Everything's ready? I'm sending him to you momentarily.
Drink some water.
It will help with your hearing.
- Eric, I have ears.
- Indeed you have, Sam.
Hakeem can be very useful to us.
We need him.
Abdul Habaza, right? - Yes.
- Oh.
Well, you are being transferred tomorrow.
So I need to get you in for your out-processing evaluation.
I'm being transferred? I thought they already told you.
Oh.
I'm I'm sorry.
Uh Let me get back to you.
Hakeem.
Salaam alaikum, my brother.
I've been informed you are working on a plan to get out of here.
- Syed and I need to come.
- You were misinformed.
What if I could get you out of the country to a place where you will be hailed as a hero? Where there are no prisons? I can get you papers and safe passage.
You can start life anew among brothers.
Not interested.
You may escape, but understand I have people that will hunt you down.
And when they do, your fighting prowess will be of no use to you because you will not see them coming.
I am a man that you should be working with, not against.
I can get you out today.
But it will cost you.
Human life.
Killing is a means to an end, my brother.
You and Syed play basketball.
Twist your ankle.
Get the guards to bring you to the infirmary.
I'm gonna need him.
We've got a problem.
That's one of the assistant wardens, Michael Shainby.
I just caught him accessing Sam's prison records.
And the other guy is Sam's cell mate, Brandon Bassner.
He's one of Abdul's followers.
I think we just found our snitch.
- Nate? - I heard.
That's how they had access to the paperwork.
Shainby's bank account just received payment from Truftin Industries, the same shell company that was paying Abdul's gang members.
Sam, your cover's been blown.
Brandon's just found out.
That's great.
Nurse here? Inside.
Stay here.
Anyone seen Abdul? He hurt his ankle, went to the infirmary.
Sam, clock is ticking.
I got it.
I got it.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me get him on the gurney.
Help me.
- What the hell happened here? - He's bleeding out.
I take my finger off this artery, he's gonna die.
- We got a stabbing at the infirmary.
- We need an ambulance.
- Call an ambulance.
- Copy, I'll check.
Brandon's about to tell Abdul.
Step aside.
Step aside.
Nate, you need to stop him.
Keep it coming, let's go.
Heads up.
Eric, turn off the security cameras in Cell Block E.
Done.
Abdul needs to speak with you.
It's done.
Brandon's down.
Eric, shut down the cameras between Sam and the loading dock, and trigger the fire alarms.
Guard.
Guard.
There's a race riot down by the library.
They need everyone.
Take this guy in the ambulance, find another guard and get those two back to B Block, all right? I need you to come with me.
And you.
Let's go.
Hey, wait.
What are you doing here? What's going on? No, no, no, don't.
I told you there'd be a cost.
Help me hide the body.
Hide in there.
Paramedic.
Let's move.
Syed, get him inside, get in here.
Civilian admin personnel are instructed to leave the premises.
All admin civilian personnel are instructed to leave the premises.
Hold up.
I need to check the back.
Careful, this guy's got hepatitis C.
Good luck with that, pal.
Let them through.
We did it.
We did it.
We are free.
Okay, got any clothes? Sure you don't wanna spend the night? Hakeem, get rid of the ambulance.
Mowahd and Syed will come with me.
Meet us at the motel.
Here's the Overwatch marker.
Just press down the top.
All we need's a little bit in the back of the neck to track his movements.
Good luck.
You make your contact? We have a problem.
I have been informed that someone close to me is working for a federal agency.
He might have just made Sam.
Mowahd said he might know.
- Any idea who? - Take the shot? Mm-mm.
Not until he says the distress word.
- I'll ask him.
- No, no, no.
I already have.
At first I thought it was you.
But when I saw you kill the doctor and the EMTs Hmm.
Mowahd give you a name? Syed.
Mowahd reminded me that for a few months he was in 24-hour lockdown.
The FBI worked him until he agreed to spy for them.
Syed never trusted me.
He was in a rival gang.
He only agreed to join the cause before going into solitary.
Here.
An e-mail account.
When the time comes, I will contact you.
I will arrange for a passport so you can leave the country and join our cause, my brother.
I will see you in Yemen, Hakeem.
Syed's dead.
I'm going.
Moe? Moe? Moe They killed Moe.
I'm sorry, Moe.
I'm sorry.
- Sam, there's a bigger picture here.
- Get out of my way.
Sam.
I'm sorry.
This is the way it has to be.
That's Abdul's Overwatch signature.
He just got off a plane in Sana'a.
Because of your work, Mr.
Hanna, we're on the verge of exposing a very dangerous terrorist network.
You can't protect everyone.
Mr.
Hanna.
There will be a time and a place for what you want.
And I promise you, you'll have it.
Leave a message.
Mr.
Callen, it's been 48 hours.
You're missed.
Please call me.