NCIS Los Angeles s11e19 Episode Script

1
- Good morning!
- Crawling up the wall
I need a mission
Under remission
Twiddlin' my thumbs,
come and give me
(DETECTOR SQUEALS)
Such an addict
Come scratch my habit
Ladies and dudes say this won't do
You lazy caller
(DETECTOR SQUEALS)
I got a dollar
Got no job, but I work so hard
Spending my money
That is not funny
Shouldn't you and Anna be
halfway to Laguna Beach by now?
Yeah, I just wanted to make sure
everything was in order
before we took off.
I got you.
Besides, FBI Agent Roundtree
will be shadowing us today.
We'll have an extra set of hands.
You already replaced me.
I wish.
You know, I could stay for another day
that way I could
observe him in the field.
Don't use Agent Roundtree as an excuse
because you got cold feet.
What are you talking about?
You think a vacation is
some sort of punishment.
It's way beyond your comfort zone.
Forces you to think of that thing
outside of work.
What thing?
Exactly.
It's called life, you know.
It's what other people do
when they're not on the job.
Yeah. I'm vaguely familiar with that.
Hmm.
I'm going to the range.
When I get back, you better be gone.
I miss you already.
Hopefully, Anna will help you not to.
(CHUCKLES)
(GROANS): Ah
(WHISTLES)
(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)
FATIMA: I wouldn't
touch that if I were you.
Are you lost?
Yeah, maybe.
Oh. Agent Nama
Namaste.
Close.
Namazi.
Yeah, right.
Good to see you again.
Uh, is NCIS somewhere around here?
This is the address I was given.
Who gave it to you?
My SAC. She said I was supposed
to report to a Henrietta Lange.
Does she work with you?
I'd say it's more like we work for Hetty.
Hetty?
Imagine Anna Wintour meets Mata Hari,
with a touch of Yoda and Chuck Norris.
(CHUCKLES): All right.
(MAN YELLING FIERCELY)
(YELLING, GRUNTING)
- Hai.
- BOTH: Hai.
- Hai.
- Hai.
Why are you still here?
(CHUCKLES)
I am just tying up a few loose ends.
Aha. Well, consider them tied.
Now, go.
I don't want to see you
for at least two weeks.
I'm going.
I just
I wanted to say thank you.
I don't know which strings
exactly you pulled,
but I appreciate your help
in getting Anna exonerated.
Well, I'm afraid
I had nothing to do with it, Mr. Callen.
I just hope it was all
for the right reasons.
What does that mean?
I'm getting cynical.
Now
be gone.
Go.
Fly.
Out.
(YELLING FIERCELY)
- (GRUNTING)
- (GUNSHOTS)
Hey.
- Are you serious?
- I'm leaving.
You're stalling.
No. Look, I was walking out the door,
I ran into Hetty, and she said
something a little strange.
Hetty? Said something strange?
That's a cause for great concern.
You realize at this point
it's just a cry for help, right?
You're a grown man
who's petrified to be alone for a week
with a woman who weighs
less than a hundred pounds,
soaking wet, with a gun in her hand.
Hetty said she had nothing to
do with Anna being exonerated.
Maybe she didn't.
Well, she also said,
"I hope it was done for
all the right reasons."
- What does that mean?
- I don't know.
But that's a little weird, right?
Look, I love you like a brother,
in a Rain Man sort of way, all right?
But you got exactly ten seconds
to get out of here
before I drag you
out of here by your ears.
I'm going!
(SIGHS)
Uh, looks like you're heeling,
by the way.
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
This is the Gadget Room,
where all the magic happens.
And this is Hetty's office,
which you are not allowed into.
And this is the wardrobe area,
where we get fitted
for all of our undercover assignments
and some bespoke bulletproof clothing,
if you're lucky.
(CHUCKLES): Yeah,
could have used some of that recently.
And this is the Bullpen, where
Agent Callen, Hanna and Blye
work together alongside our
LAPD liaison, Detective Deeks.
You found us.
Yeah.
Although I'd probably
still be wandering around
if it weren't for Agent Namazi.
- Mm.
- This play is pretty well disguised.
That's how we like it.
Roundtree's gonna be shadowing us today,
- see what it is we do here.
- All right, cool.
How's the arm?
Eh, it's healing.
Still sore as hell, though.
I'll bet. Why don't you finish
showing him around,
while I rally the troops.
- Copy that.
- Great.
And so, we have a gym as well,
and a shooting range.
Got your own Starbucks, too?
KENSI: Hey, hey.
- Hey.
- What's going on?
Oh, you know, just taking inventory
and counting bullets for Uncle Sam.
Oh, well, in that case, you can deduct
these two.
Actually, Kens, if you have a minute,
- um
- Yeah.
What's up?
Well, um
between you and me
I don't think I want to be
an agent anymore.
Okay.
Um
what suddenly brought this on?
It's not really sudden,
at least not for me.
I mean, it's a lot of things,
really, but mainly
I don't think I'm the same person I was
when I started working here.
Are you kidding me?
- None of us are.
- No, no,
I I know that.
Sorry. This is hard to put into words.
Um
I feel like it's
not right for me anymore.
Like, I used to be fearless.
You know? I
I wasn't afraid of anything
except for maybe Hetty
but some days now, I just
I don't know, I don't even want
to get out of bed.
No, none of us do.
Look, this job has
a vicious burnout rate,
and you have to accept that
and give yourself permission
to reset.
Just a little little
time away from field work,
maybe focus on intelligence analysis
until you're ready to charge back in.
That's just it.
I don't want to be an
intelligence analyst, either.
Kens, I'm gonna resign from NCIS.
(EXHALES)
And this is our operations center.
(WHISTLES, CHUCKLES)
- Impressive.
- FBI Agent Devin Roundtree,
this is our LAPD liaison,
Detective Marty Deeks.
What's up?
Technical Operator Eric Beale.
- Uh, Senior Tech Op.
- SAM: Roundtree's riding
with us today to get a
feel for how we operate.
Ah, well, today's your lucky day,
'cause this is the first severed limb
of springtime.
Where's Kensi and Nell?
I don't know. They clocked in,
and I've sent them multiple alerts.
KENSI: Why don't you take time off?
You've had a really hard time
with your mom,
and with Eric,
not to mention all the stuff
that this job demands.
I mean, when was the last time
you even took a vacation?
- Kens, it's really not that, no.
- You have spent so much energy
taking care of everything else,
including me and the rest of this team,
that you haven't taken care of yourself.
Slow down
and take a breath.
You don't have
to decide everything today.
Okay?
(EXHALES)
I don't mean to interrupt, but if you two
don't come to Ops, I think
Eric's head is gonna explode.
And that would be really awkward
in front of the new guy.
ERIC: The hand belongs
to David Larian of Bel Air.
He's a very successful real estate agent,
specializing in commercial buildings
throughout the Southland and the OC.
His family reported him missing
three days ago.
Does he own a boat?
He does, but it hasn't been
out of the marina in weeks.
The prelim report says
the hand was severed
by some sort of power tool.
He's obviously not much of a handyman.
ERIC: Well, not anymore.
- Hit it.
- Ooh!
- (CHUCKLES)
- Anyway, um,
they also say that the hand
was in the water for less
than 48 hours.
Uh, Larian was known to be a supporter
of the MEK.
He's, uh, probably an active member
of a stateside affiliate.
- Mujahadeen e-Kalq.
- DJ Mujahadeen e-Kalq?
Spinning the ones and twos?
Oh, he's good.
The People's Mujahadeen
Organization of Iran.
They're working to overthrow
the current regime in Tehran.
Exactly.
So, the fear is that Larian
may have learned
of a potential threat
but then disappeared
before he alerted the authorities.
All right, well, let's start
with family and close friends.
Ladies, uh, nice of you to join us.
Yeah, sorry we're, uh, we're late.
Special Agent Kensi Blye,
Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones,
this is FBI Agent Devin Rountree.
- Good to see you again.
- Welcome.
- Thanks.
- SAM: He's gonna be joining us today.
NELL: Oh, great. Excuse me.
(MOUTHS)
SAM: All right, Eric, you can prep
Kensi and Fatima
on their way to the boatshed.
- Deeks.
- Hmm?
You're riding with Rountree.
Backtrack on Larian's last known hours
and see what you can find out
about his disappearance.
Copy that.
I'll hit up his office.
Nell, Eric, dig deep on this guy.
Anything and everything.
If there's a threat there,
we need to find it.
- Yep.
- You got it.
Operations Manager Henrietta Lange,
this is FBI Agent Devin Rountree.
It's a pleasure, ma'am.
Likewise.
So, uh, word on the street
is that Agent Rountree
is considering a position at NCIS.
(EXHALES) All right. Well,
do you have any words of wisdom
you wanted to, uh, pass along, maybe,
for Agent Rountree?
Don't
get yourself
or anyone else
killed.
DEEKS: Okay.
That is it.
Those are words of wisdom
to not get us killed.
Or yourself. Good talk.
KENSI: Thank you so much
for coming in to talk to us today,
- Miss Larian.
- Roxie.
I know this is unbelievably hard.
My mother is just
too distraught at the moment
to speak with anyone.
Yeah, I'm sure she is. We understand.
FATIMA: Do you recognize
your father's watch?
I know he has one like this,
but he's a bit of a collector.
His watch safe is the size of my fridge.
Does he have any enemies?
No.
Business rivals maybe.
But their chosen form of combat
is on the golf course.
What about his involvement with the MEK?
I-I don't know what that is.
Uh, it's an Iranian
political militant organization.
Doesn't sound like my father.
He ran for treasurer
of Beverly Hills once,
but that's about the extent
of his political activism.
He never mentioned the MEK
or talked about the conflict in Iran?
Never.
Why?
Does this have something to do
with what happened to him?
Uh, we don't know.
What are the chances he's still alive?
(SNIFFLES)
NELL: So, Larian's GPS
went off-line around 2:00 a.m.
the night he disappeared.
Deeks and Rountree
are now searching the area
- where it was last recorded.
- SAM: Good.
Any leads from the family?
No. How about you?
Nothing yet.
Larian's assistant
seems genuinely clueless.
Does have a safe in his office,
but he's the only one
who has the combination.
I'll send the make and model.
See if someone can come over here
- and try and open it.
- (WHISTLING)
Will do. Got to go.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Oh, hi.
Did you need something?
No. I'm just, um
taking inventory.
Anything else on your mind, Ms. Jones?
Um no.
No, nothing.
Nothing that can't be, uh,
just discussed later.
So
Mm.
DEEKS: So, this was the
last location of Larian's vehicle
before his GPS went out.
ROUNTREE: He have
any real estate in this area?
That, my friend, is a damn good question.
(GRUNTS)
- Yo, Beale, you blond bombshell.
- ERIC: Yeah.
Can you find out if
Larian had any buildings
where his, uh, GPS went out?
- Thanks, buddy. Bye.
- ERIC: Sure. Bye.
If not, this could just be
where it was dumped.
Yeah.
So, Devin Rountree.
20 words or less. Go.
You want me to describe
myself in less than 20 words?
Now you only got eight left.
- (CHUCKLES) Nine, actually.
- Well, I was thinking
of 20 as a number, not a word.
Well, in that case, ten.
Wow, look at that.
(CHUCKLES): Doing some math
in the morning. Respect.
All right, I'll go first. Uh, cop.
Surfer. Lawyer. Not in that order.
California native.
In two words, I'm The Dude.
- The dude?
- Big Lebowski.
The Dude. "The Dude abides."
Jeff Bridges. The Dude!
Oh, yeah. It was a bowling movie, right?
I-I never saw it. Was it any good?
I don't know, you tell me.
Was baby Jesus good?
(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)
Bingo.
That's Larian's car, all right.
(WHISTLES) Must've been
all full up at the valet.
No signs of damage or forced entry.
You want to pop that, uh, trunk?
Yeah.
Yeah, but don't sit. Don't sit mmm
down.
What?
(BEEPING)
Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Whatever you do,
don't move.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SIREN WAILING)
What the hell, Deeks?
I know. It was a stolen vehicle.
I never thought it'd be wired.
What are we looking at?
I haven't seen anything
like this since Afghanistan.
This is sophisticated military grade.
Can you diffuse it?
(SIGHS) He's activated a pressure switch
wired into a series from three points.
We could use nitro to slow it,
but it won't stop it.
How we doing, Rountree?
Uh, just chilling, man.
Waiting on the plan.
Well, the plan is to get
your ass back to work.
I like that.
Sit tight.
You kidding me? That's not funny.
Is anything wired into the roof
or the pillars?
No.
Take it off. I have an idea.
Come on.
- Have you spoken to Nell lately?
- No. Why?
Just wondering if she said
anything about working here.
She's given me
some pep talks in the past,
- but nothing recently.
- Hmm.
Oh! Hey, Eric, is Nell up in Ops?
I haven't seen her, but, um,
Deeks and Rountree found Larian's car.
Oh, nice.
Yes and no. It was wired with explosives.
Are they okay?
Theoretically.
Nothing's detonated yet, but
there's a bit of a situation.
For the record, this is a terrible idea.
Sometimes, terrible situations
call for terrible ideas.
DEEKS: Then let me do it,
man. I'm responsible.
The only one responsible
is whoever set that bomb.
And Hetty would be pissed
if we get a recruit
blown up on his first day.
I'd rather you face her than me.
Thanks for that.
SAM: Easy. Ready?
SAM: Nice and easy,
fellas. Nice and easy.
SAM: Nice and easy.
- All right, bring it down.
- Okay.
We're gonna try to lock down the
pressure plate under your seat.
We're gonna flood the
wiring with liquid nitrogen
to slow down electrical activity.
Then we're gonna pull you out.
Do I want to know how?
Probably not.
They're gonna fit you for a harness.
Try not to move when they do so, huh?
- (EXHALES)
- You'll be all right.
Let's get that nitrogen.
MAN: Let's go.
How we looking down there, Deeks?
I'm securing him now.
Rountree, lean forward, buddy.
Get the hell out of there
and keep everybody back.
You ready?
Do I have a choice?
Try to relax.
We do this stuff all the time.
Just another Sunday, baby.
(TIRES SCREECH)
Here we go. On me.
Three.
Two.
Get back!
Go! Go! Go! Everybody back!
(EXHALING)
One.
(SCREAMS)
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
- Deeks! Deeks!
- DEEKS: Over here!
Where's Sam and Rountree?
You're gonna be okay.
There.
(CHUCKLES): What the hell?
(PANTING)
Y'all are freaking crazy!
You're welcome.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey. Uh, the-the bomb went off,
but everyone's okay.
The bomb tech suffered some burns
and blast damage to his hands,
but nothing critical.
Good.
Um, h-have you seen Nell?
She was doing inventory.
In-Inventory of what?
I have no idea.
(SCOFFS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(CHIMING)
(SIGHS)
No.
- Hey.
- Oh, wow.
Oh, wow. I was just calling you.
Oh, yeah, I think I did see that.
Where have you been? Hetty said
you were doing inventory?
Oh, yeah. Someone's got to do it.
Well, not you. We've-we've got a case.
Oh, no, no. I'm doing that, too.
Yeah, uh, just Little Miss
Multitasker over here. (LAUGHS)
I Uh
Are you avoiding me?
What? No, of course not.
Why would I be avoiding you?
I don't know. Why
would you be avoiding me?
Well, that's just it. I have
no reason to, so I wouldn't be.
Okay. Then why didn't you take my call?
Now, why would I talk to you on the phone
when I can see you here
right in the flesh?
- Are you fasting again?
- Fasting? What? No.
What does that have to do with anything?
- (TABLET BEEPS)
- Oh. Thank God.
What's this?
So I've been sifting
through surveillance footage
looking for restaurants
David Larian dined in
before he disappeared,
and it turns out,
he didn't dine very often.
- Okay. Is that his wife?
- Nope,
but you have to figure out who she is.
Where are you going?
To alert Hetty and get you a protein bar.
Wait. I am not fasting!
I could use a snack, though.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
KENSI: Hey.
Hey.
How you doing?
Well
I almost got that kid killed, so
that's not great.
Well, first of all, he's not a kid.
Second of all, you almost got
both of you killed.
Yeah, that is exactly my point.
Doesn't matter how
much training you have,
doesn't matter if you do it by the book,
'cause you can always get
your ass handed to you.
Yeah, but you didn't.
You both survived that, so
Unfortunately, this is not over,
so just do me a favor?
- Yeah.
- Keep your head in the game.
For you, for him.
For me.
Yeah?
Yeah. No, I'm in it.
Now shake it off, dude.
Shake it off.
You don't want
those firemen seeing you cry.
Love ya.
Hey. LAPD agreed
to canvass the neighborhood,
see if anybody saw anything.
We can also have Ops search the
area for surveillance cameras.
Whoever dumped that car
obviously had another ride.
FATIMA: Might also get lucky when the lab
analyzes the bomb components.
Why did they booby-trap the car
if they already have him?
Maybe they wanted to send a message.
Maybe they just wanted
to kill more people.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
Give me some good news, Eric.
We found footage
of David Larian at a restaurant
with a woman we've identified
as Dr. Shahmir Gilani.
FATIMA: I know that name.
Well, she's a super successful
cosmetic surgeon
with namesake clinics throughout the U.S.
Larian disappeared just hours
after they had dinner.
So, she may have been the
last person to see him alive.
Where is she now?
Uh, well, according to her publicist
DEEKS: She has a publicist?
Yeah, this is L.A.
Everyone has a publicist.
I need a publicist.
You don't need a publicist. Anyway,
she's at her Century City clinic today.
- Good job, Eric. Thanks.
- KENSI: All right.
Fatima and I will hit the good doctor,
- see if she knows anything.
- Be careful.
Whoever's behind this is not playing.
Always.
Rountree?
I think I'll let him ride
with me for the rest of the day.
You sure?
It'll give me a chance to observe him.
I promise I won't get him blown up again.
Deeks, check in with Ops.
Maybe they have another lead
you can run down.
- Huh?
- Okay.
Thanks, man.
You ready to get back to work?
Yes, sir.
I'm guessing this isn't
a typical day for you guys.
Nah. Most days are actually dangerous.
(SIGHS)
FATIMA: So, you think our FBI
agent will stick around after today?
Oof. I don't know.
Talk about baptism by fire.
(LAUGHS)
Then again
you came back to us after Egypt.
It's true.
But it wasn't my first day.
No, it wasn't your first day,
but it can't have been easy.
I mean, I know.
I've had my fair share of
difficult days on this job.
Well, it is a dirty job,
but someone's got to do it.
Yeah, but it's not for everyone.
So
if you ever feel this job
is getting a little rough,
and you need to talk to someone,
just know that I'm here.
Thanks. Same goes for me.
Hetty's Angels got
to stick together, right?
Hetty's Angels?
Yeah.
- Hetty's Angels.
- You like that?
- I like that. I like it.
- (LAUGHS): Yeah?
- Hashtag Hetty's Angels.
- Cool.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Isn't that David Larian's daughter?
KENSI: Yeah, that can't be a coincidence.
Hey.
Stop!
(TIRES SCREECH)
KENSI: Stop!
(GRUNTS)
Ooh! Nice use of the headbutt.
- (GRUNTS)
- Come on.
Yeah, what happened to us angels
sticking together, huh?
Yeah, I knew you had it.
What do we have here?
Oh, hello.
Sure hope you have a
concealed carry permit for this. Go.
Hey, so, uh, Roxie had the combination
to her father's safe.
His secretary said she showed up
shortly after you left.
Then she picked up some files
that she threw into the bushes
as she was trying to outrun us.
- Okay. So what are they?
- Well, they are
MEK intel files from a few years ago.
Essentially lists of people
he thought might sympathize
with the current regime.
Doesn't sound like something
someone would want to kill you for.
No, it's not, but he did flag
these three guys as being
potential members of Hezbollah,
and this one as a bomb maker.
Yeah, I think I know his work.
You identified them?
Eric and Nell are working on it.
All right, so what does this have to do
with the woman Larian met
when he disappeared?
Dr. Shahmir Gilani.
I was about to ask her.
SAM: Okay. Let me and
Rountree take a crack at her.
Okay.
You're up.
Uh, wh-what?
You're up.
GILANI: David was a good friend.
In fact, we even dated
when we were younger.
Hmm. Why did his daughter
Roxie come see you today?
I could invoke doctor-patient privilege.
- Is she a patient?
- Yes.
But she wasn't there
as a patient today, was she?
No.
No. She, um
she wanted to show me some
of her father's files.
Dr. Gilani, are you a member of the MEK?
I am a supporter and believer,
but I wouldn't consider myself a member.
But David was.
Did he talk about MEK during your dinner?
Yes. Yes.
He was concerned
over the increasing tension
between the U.S. and Iran.
Do you know or recognize
any of these men?
I don't recognize them.
But I know
David considered them a possible threat.
I suggested he
he share his concerns
with the authorities, but, uh
he never got the chance.
Why did Roxie come to you
and not the police or the FBI?
I think she wanted my advice.
I told her her father would
want her to hand over his files.
Why didn't she?
Well, I'm not certain.
Best guess?
(EXHALES)
Revenge.
Fatima, you get that?
I grew up in Tehrangeles just like you.
My parents also long
for the Iran they once knew.
They share the same beliefs
as your father.
We're on the same side.
If you're not gonna
charge me with a crime,
you have to let me go.
You were carrying a concealed
weapon without a permit.
That's a misdemeanor.
It's a thousand dollar fine.
It's a year in jail.
- Not for a first offense.
- Mm, throw in assaulting an officer,
and then oh, look at that
it's a federal rap.
You want to avenge your father? Good.
We want to get the people behind
this just as much as you do.
KENSI: Your father believed
in protecting his community
from internal and external forces.
You can carry on his legacy,
but only if you cooperate.
FATIMA: We need a
list of every MEK member
your father worked with.
I don't have that.
And even if I did,
why would I give it to you?
So we can help find the people
responsible for his disappearance.
Or you could use it
to spy on American citizens
who were once considered
a terrorist group.
Fine. Free to go.
What about my father's files?
Uh, those are now evidence,
but we can get you some copies.
- And my gun?
- (LAUGHS)
Oh, wait. You're serious?
Yeah, not happening.
My father was just kidnapped
and probably killed.
I need to be able to protect myself.
We can provide you
with a security detail.
Forget it.
I'll take my chances.
Shocking.
SAM: Thanks again for your cooperation.
We greatly appreciate it.
I only wish I could have been more help.
- Are you ready?
- Yes.
Um, if you ladies don't mind
giving us a call
if you think of anything?
Okay. Well, good luck. Thank you.
- Let's go.
- Bye, you two.
- Bye.
- Thank you.
So you're cutting her loose
even through she resisted arrest
and she lied to you?
Sort of.
I don't follow.
Well, it all comes down
to what happens next.
Dr. Gilani is gonna take her
to the clinic where her car is.
Eric and Nell have identified her vehicle
and Deeks has tagged it with a tracker.
SAM: Deeks is also tailing her.
Soon as we get warrant approval,
we'll start tracking her phone calls.
In the meantime, we have
to find these three, hmm?
Talk to me, Eric.
I got nothing.
Facial rec has come up empty.
These guys are not in the system.
When will we have the forensics
on the bomb material?
Uh, I put a rush on it,
but several hours, at least.
All right, check in with LAPD, CHP,
Sheriff's, everybody.
Tell them to look for recently
stolen vehicles
that could be used as a good delivery
platform for another bomb.
- Copy that.
- And get those photos
to the other agencies, alert them
for the need
to heighten security on the usual
hard and soft targets.
- Yeah.
- (CHIMING)
Deeks, tell us something good.
We're running on empty here.
Roxie doesn't know how
to use her turn signal.
And neither does the car behind her.
She has a tail besides you?
That's right, they picked her
up, uh, right after I did.
Tinted-out windows, can't see inside,
but I can give you a license plate.
Wait for it two, Queen, Robert,
Ira, four, four, five.
Uh-oh guys, I think
they're making a move.
(GRUNTS) No, no.
(SCREAMS)
LAPD, nice and easy, put your hands up!
Freeze!
You move, you die.
Exited the vehicle,
left side, shots fired.
- Got it.
- He talking?
Not a word.
None of these guys had
I.D.s or credit cards.
Just cash, phones and guns.
Which phone is his?
This little guy right here.
All right.
Uh, here?
Hey.
- (PHONE TRILLS)
- Oh, yeah, thanks.
DEEKS: Nice.
Eric, sending you numbers to trace.
Hey, good timing.
An electronic warrant for Roxie
Larian was just approved.
Wait, this is for
Roxie Larian's phone, right?
Hang it up.
Eh Sam?
Hello?
(GRUMBLES)
What do we got?
They recorded the torture
and murder of David Larian.
Man, I don't want to watch this.
If Nell and Eric can pull
any exif data off those images,
they may be able to tell us
where it was taken.
ERIC: We've located
clusters of phone calls
from the numbers you've sent,
around a one-mile radius
in Westchester near the airport.
SAM: Eric, we need
something more accurate.
Can you locate where the videos
were taken with the exif data?
Yeah, yeah, it's possible.
It depends on the camera settings.
Look, I can't do it and-and keep talking.
Thank you.
Where have you been?
We have to talk.
Yeah, no kidding.
But it-it's gonna have to wait.
We need to locate where
this footage was shot.
Is that David Larian?
Yep, before they tortured him to death.
SAM: We need an address, Eric.
ERIC: Well, we're off by,
like, a thousand feet here.
That's not good enough!
We need to find him before
he knows we're looking.
Okay, the house number is 7746.
You sure?
Yes, it matches the GPS data
from the car the others
were traveling in.
(TIRES SCREECH)
Okay, this guy may be our bomb maker.
So I need you to discreetly
evacuate the neighbors
out their back doors while I check
- the perimeter for IEDs and trip wires.
- Got it.
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(GUNFIRE)
Sam? Sam?!
(GUN CLICKS EMPTY)
Secure the perimeter, but don't come in.
- This whole place is wired.
- Copy that!
Sam, you good?
SAM: Yeah, I'm good.
This guy, not so much.
You got a good hold on that thing?
Why, you wanna take it?
I mean, no, not really.
Uh, was that window wired?
We should probably get the hell
out of here just in case.
You got it?
Oh, no, no.
So now is it a typical day?
No, but it's getting there.
So, we have an update.
The team killed the bomb maker
and several bomb squads are now
securing the house and its contents.
- Yes, so I've heard.
- Hmm.
(GRUNTS)
My arm is only so long.
I, uh, I don't usually drink this early.
No, neither did I
when I first started in this business.
Okay.
Here's to happy endings
and new beginnings.
Oh.
That was your cue for you to tell me
that you're resigning.
How did you
Of course.
Um
I am resigning.
(SIGHS)
You probably already know
this, too, but I just
I've been through so much lately,
and I feel like I
(SIGHS)
I just can't give this job
the proper focus
that it requires and, frankly, deserves.
But, Hetty
(CRYING)
You've taught me so much over the years,
and for that, I
I can really never thank you enough.
You can.
That was enough.
Oh.
Hetty, I feel like I failed you.
You are
an important part of this team,
Miss Jones.
With, um, several weeks
of unused vacation days.
Oh, Hetty, I-I can't take
the vacation days.
That's just not right.
You must. They're paid for.
If I don't hear from you,
uh, once they've elapsed,
you can consider yourself
resigned.
That's very generous of you.
Are you sure you're not gonna
try to talk me out of this?
I can't.
This is up to you.
Right again.
(WHISTLING NEARBY)
Okay.
I have to talk to Eric.
Yes.
Thanks, Hetty.
(WHISTLING CONTINUES)
Hey. You, uh, heading out?
Yeah, I was gonna meet the
team at the Squid & Dagger.
Actually, could we go
some place where we could talk?
Yeah. I thought you, um, had plans
for, like, the next six months.
Um, that's one of the things
I'd like to talk about.
- I
- (PHONE RINGS)
You need to get that?
Uh
It's okay.
I'll get it later.
So, can we go to Boba Fetish?
We can go wherever you want.
Yes.
NELL: Hey, this is Nell.
Leave a message, and I'll get back
I was in the pouring rain
So, what would have happened
if that window wire went off?
Only drinking
would have been at our funerals.
Wow. Way to, uh, set the mood.
SAM: I try, you know?
- You asked.
- DEEKS: But instead,
we are celebrating life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness
in arguably the coolest bar
in Los Angeles. Hmm?
Wonder Twins showing up?
Uh, I hope so.
Deeks, you really own this place?
- Yes.
- Um, actually,
he owns half of this place. Half.
- Technicality.
- I'm the brains of the operation.
He is more like, you know, the spleen.
I'd say I'm the pancreas.
Much more functional.
Maybe a lymph node.
- Or a large intestine.
- (GASPS)
I don't like where this
conversation is going.
- I do.
- I do like
my man Rountree. Officially,
how was your first day?
Uh, had its ups and downs.
DEEKS: Oh! Wordplay.
I respect that. Uh, I was
gonna say I thought it was lit.
Oh, my God. Really?
Bombastic.
Oh, pyro-fantastic.
Super C-4 plastic.
I thought you were gonna blow a gasket.
Oh, good thing I avoided the casket.
Please, make them stop.
- Make them stop. Make them stop.
- (ALL LAUGH)
- Cheers.
- DEEKS: I'll drink to that.
- Mmm.
- Drink it!
SAM: That is a bad beer.
(ALL LAUGHING)