All language subtitles for NCIS.Los.Angeles.S10E22.HDTV.x264-KILLERS[ettv]-eng

NIKITA: Grisha, you deserve to know why

I wasn't part of your life.

Or my sister's life?
No more secrets.

In two days, our father's
gonna be traded to Russia.

Whatever you need to do to stop
this trade, you just, you do it.

I think you may have
punctured your lung.

(air hissing)
(gasps)

I need to go in there
and say something, anything.

NELL: Callen and Sam helped fake
Joelle's death

for the safety of her family.

REYES:
Anastasia Kolchek. She escaped

from Alton Women's
Correctional Facility.

NELL:
Anna and Kate Miller had some

outside help with their escape.

- Who are you working with?
- You have to trust me.

Trust?

NELL: This is Kate Miller
with Pavel Volkoff.

ERIC: Head of Russia's
security service.

SAM: There's only one reason why
Anna would go after Volkoff.

She's trying to find my father.

(man grunts)

(man grunts)

How are they treating you,

old friend?

If they are abusing you,
please tell me.

I will have them rewarded.

Something has happened.
It seems my plan

to torture and imprison
you must change.

Now, you are going
to help me.

I prefer the original plan.

(Nikita grunts) You will help me,
old friend.

Of this, I am sure.

(panting)

Lucky for you, it requires
that we travel

to a much warmer climate.

♪ NCIS: LA 10x22 ♪
No More Secrets
Original Air Date on May 5, 2019

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@elder_man

♪ ♪

(footsteps approach)

"We grow accustomed to the dark

when the light
is put away."

Where is she, Hetty?

Not Emily Dickinson.

Anna.

Someone had to
move a lot

of chess pieces around
to get Anna in a position

where she could infiltrate
Volkoff's inner circle.

And nobody...

plays chess as well as you.

- Mr. Callen, I understand you...
- What I can't figure out is

why you didn't tell me.

Before he was
traded away,

I made a promise
to your father

never to let you
go after him.

That wasn't
your promise to make.

He wanted

to keep you safe.

That's all
he's ever wanted.

So once you discovered
Volkoff's relationship

with Kate Miller...

you had Anna transferred
to Alton.

You then forced her
into a mission...

I didn't force her
into anything,

it was her choice.

And believe it or
not, Mr. Callen,

this operation
didn't originate with me.

There are other,
far more powerful people

who wanted to know
what Volkoff had been up to.

Were they...

the CIA?

- You're working for the CIA now?
- No.

My role was over
long before she escaped.

Look, Anna was
communicating

with somebody
on the outside,

someone that
helped her escape.

If it wasn't
you, then who?

The person who came up
with this plan,

if anyone knows where Anna is...

it's her.

When I approached the Agency
with this operation,

I didn't expect much
of a reaction.

To my surprise, they
jumped at the opportunity.

Apparently, chatter

around Volkoff has been
at an all-time high.

Bottom line,
he's up to something

and the Agency wants
to know what it is.

So this had nothing to do
with Callen's father?

Well, not officially.

But, unofficially,
it was a powerful motivator

to get Hetty and Anna on board.

And your team
as well.

Now, currently, I'm
running this show solo...

I thought you said the CIA
jumped at the opportunity.

They did, but this is high-risk.

And they love
plausible deniability.

If this thing
goes sideways,

- I'm the one who takes the fall.
- And Anna.

And Anna.

Which brings me
to 6:00 this morning

when she e-mailed me this image.

- Oh, it's a pigpen cipher.
- That's right.

Nell, show 'em what it says.

KENSI:
Havana?

As in, Havana, Cuba?

Hold the teléfono.

Wasn't Anna trying
to get to Russia?

Plane doesn't have the fuel
capacity to make it to Russia.

- They must have diverted.
- After we traced

the message, we
determined it was sent

from a public computer
at the Hotel Marabana.

And so was the second message.

She sent it
an hour ago.

Things have officially
gone sideways.

So we think that Kate--
sorry, Katya--

figured out that Anna
was playing her?

There's only one way
to find out.

Head to Cuba.

Yeah. All-expenses-paid

trip to a Caribbean
Island? I'm in.

I'm afraid the CIA
only springs for coach.

That's not a problem. I'll
stop at the duty-free shop,

get my own champagne,
no biggie.

You're dressed for it.

Guys, I was right.

There was something else
embedded in Anna's last message.

Zoom in on
that back window.

How old is this pic?

Time-stamped
four hours ago.

He's still alive.

Okay, you are booked
on the next flight to Havana.

And I've backstopped
the five of you

for legal travel under
the Cuba General License.

Flight leaves at 8:15 from LAX.

Gets you into Havana
first thing tomorrow.

Okay, that gives us
24 hours until

Rogers arrives Monday morning.
- Wait, I thought

we were on better
terms with Rogers.

Isn't this an official op?

No, it's a black op.

The CIA gave me loose authority

to infiltrate
Volkoff's inner circle,

but they didn't
exactly authorize me

to mount a
rescue mission.

Remember, what happened to us
in Mexico

was why Rogers was assigned
to us in the first place.

If there's even a chance
he may shut this down,

I don't want
to take it.

All right,
24 hours it is.

Go ahead, go home, get packed,
we'll meet at the airport.

All right.

Well, Hetty has outdone
herself this time.

Anything for family.

I got to make a call.

(line ringing)

(sighs)

(beeps)

Alex, it's me, um...

Actually hoping to talk to you.
Look, uh,

I found him. That's all
I can tell you right now.

I just, I wanted you to know,

and I'm gonna do everything
I can to get him back here.

Uh...

Tell Jake I love him. Thanks.

So no sign
of Anna or Kate.

Got a look at
the hotel ledger.

If they did check in,
it was under a different name.

What about security footage?

You'd need
security cameras for that.

- Welcome to Cuba.
- Okay.

I just talked to an Agency
contact of mine in Cuba.

Lionel Fernandez. He's a local.

- Born and raised.
- Your man in Havana.

Nothing happens here
without him knowing about it.

Volkoff travels
to Cuba frequently,

and Lionel's provided intel
on a lot of those visits.

- He knows about your operation?
- He does now.

Can he get us weapons?

Anything you want.

- All right, set up a meeting.
- Already did.

He wants to meet me
at a restaurant in La Rampa.

- I should go alone.
- Yeah, that's not happening.

I'll be there, too.

- Callen, he doesn't know you.
- And I don't know him.

I'll be there.

We'll keep an eye
outside the restaurant.

Kensi and Deeks
should be here by now.

Well, this is subtle.

Kensi's idea.

Yeah, they all drive
these things around here.

Might as well
blend in.

Been on boats smaller than this.

Yep, all aboard.

- Squeeze on in here.
- Life jackets on.

- Ready to go.
- Rock and roll.

Rock and roll, baby.

Nell, we're
monitoring them.

They've got airtight backstops,
courtesy of you.

Nothing's gonna happen
to them on our watch.

Yeah, well,
pretty soon

it might not
be our watch.

I just, I can't help
but think, you know,

if you take this job
in San Francisco

and I move up to help my
mom, you know, what if...?

Hey, h-hey, we don't play
the "what if" game, remember?

I know, but... what if?

You know, what if something
goes terribly wrong

and we're not there to stop it?

I wish I could be there
for both of my families.

- This isn't fair.
- Hey.

Come here.

- I thought I heard voices.
NELL: Oh!

- Oh, trying to...
- Oh, hi.

Hey.
Rogers, what-- are you

grabbing some files
from your office?

Uh, checking things off
the old to-do list?

I use the gym on weekends.

- You do? Oh.
- Oh. You do. - Mm-hmm.

- You don't say.
Hmm.

And you?

I used to use the gym
on weekends, too, but, um,

then Nell got me that membership
to that rock climbing gym,

so I'm-I'm pretty much
there exclusively.

NELL: That's right.

I'm asking why you're
both here on a Sunday.

NELL: Right. Well...
ERIC: On a Sunday.

- It's funny you ask.
- ...Eric and I

were celebrating
the anniversary of...

Our first mutual flirtation.

NELL: We come back here
every year...

To the old coffee station
where it all began.

Over a steaming
cup of oolong,

and, uh,
we even celebrate

if it falls on a weekend.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.

Well, then, congratulations.

High-intensity interval
training awaits.

Ooh, go get
your Tabata on.

(chuckles)

- We're in trouble.
- Oh, yeah. It's bad.

Remember that Cuban place
we used to go to?

El Cerdo.

Wow, haven't been there
since I moved.

Best mofongo in L.A.

Yeah.

God, I miss those dinners.

Why are you here, Joe?

I mean, why are you
doing any of this?

You could've gone back
to your family. They were safe.

No, they weren't,

not from me.

This is who I am, Callen.

I finally know that.

I can't be anyone else.

And they deserve
better than that.

SAM (over comms):
Heads up.

Lionel's headed
into the restaurant.

(Lionel speaking Spanish)

Well, that just happened.

Fedora incoming.

JoJo!

Thank you
for meeting us, Lionel.

- Lionel. G.
- G.

I like that.

I could use that
as a character name.

I'm writing a spy novel
based on my life.

I haven't started
writing it yet,

but, uh, I've seen
some crazy things, you know.

We hoped you could
help us find her.

Her name is Anna.

She was staying at the
Hotel Marabana yesterday.

I don't recognize her,

but I know some of
the bellhops there.

I'll ask around,
see if they know anything.

- Is she in trouble?
- She's part of

the operation I was telling you
about. We haven't been able

to get ahold of her.
- Ah, well,

service here is slow.
Cell service, Internet service,

restaurant service.
We need some drinks.

Sí.

I'm afraid we don't have time
for drinks, Lionel.

We think she might be
in trouble.

Can you talk
to your people now?

JoJo, I'm sure she's fine, and

the bartender here

makes the best mojitos
in Havana. Period.

(chuckles)

G, you may have
company.

G, get out of there.
Get out of there now.

Where are you going?
The drinks haven't arrived yet.

Out the back.

What the hell
did you do, Lionel?

- Guys, what's the plan?
- We're unarmed. Stay back.

Agent Callen,

good to see you again.

(engine starts)

KENSI (over comms):
Eric, Nell, we lost Callen and

Joelle in traffic. Tell me you
have another way to track 'em.

Well, Callen's GPS was
deactivated just east

of the restaurant,
and the problem is,

there really aren't any other
traffic cameras in Havana.

The satellite we've been using
keeps getting redirected.

DEEKS:
Keep trying.

We're heading back
to the restaurant.

Hey, should we tell Rogers
about this? Maybe he could help.

I mean, see
what he's up to.

(Rogers panting)

Okay.

- Or not.
- Mm-hmm.

Still clear over here.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I like la pelirroja.

It... it's just how the game
is played, uh, y-you understand.

(chuckles)

Can she interrogate me?
(scoffs)

Trust me, you don't want that.

I'm-a ask you one last time.

Where did Pavel Volkoff
take our friends?

Do you know what the CIA

would do to someone like you?

You'll be walking along someday,
just a normal day.

You'll see a pretty girl,

you'll turn around to look.

You won't even hear the shot
or feel the blade.

One minute you're here...
(snaps fingers)

Next minute you're gone.

You get it?
Do you get it?

You think

that I'm afraid for myself?

I'm afraid for my family.

Mi-mi madre, mi hermano,

mis sobrinos.

Volkoff made me
a few months ago.

Threatened to kill them
if I didn't work for him.

I've seen him kill.

I'm not afraid of fast,
Agent Hanna.

He makes it slow,

and he enjoys it.

So, um...

Sounds like we got
something in common.

We both want Volkoff gone.

Maybe we can
help each other out.

(gasps)

Dad?

(sighs)

They gave me something
when they brought me in.

How long was I out?
Couple hours.

Here, drink this.

We are underground
in an old facility

about an hour outside Havana.

You did not come alone?

I swept the room, no bugs.

My team is here. Where's Anna?

I saw her yesterday
when I arrived in Cuba.

Well, did she seem all right?

Grisha, it looked like
she was working with them.

She's embedded herself.
It-It's a long story.

Alex and Jake,
they are safe?

Yeah, yeah, they're okay, Dad.

Where have they
been keeping you?

Russia.

Siberia.

I finally made it
to the gulag.

I thought Volkoff
might've killed you by now.

(chuckles)

Too quick for
the greedy bastard.

He likes to get
his money's worth.

Why-why did they bring you here?
What is...

What is, what is the purpose?

I have never seen Pavel
like this before.

Something has
scared him, Grisha.

And that means

he's more dangerous than ever.

What the hell
was this place?

It was a school, Agent Callen.

KGB once trained
their greatest spies here.

So not you.

NIKITA:
As a young KGB officer,

Pavel could not even
get field work.

No one trusted him
to watch their back.

And what has happened to
all those officers, old friend?

Hmm?

Dead, missing,

imprisoned.

Whereas I have
prospered.

If you ask me,
trust is overrated.

(grunting)

Hey.

They call this
the "Little Elephant."

It is a favorite of Pavel's.

Yakov, stop.

(gasping)

Now you understand
why I have brought you here?

I do not know this man.

It is not possible.

Who is that?

Take him back.

Dad, who is that? Dad.

You and I have business
to discuss.

What's inside?

Hell if I know,
and I'm not dying to find out.

There are stories about
this place going back decades.

It was abandoned until
about six months ago.

Men going in and out.

Vehicles, equipment.
Volkoff has made several trips.

There's something going on
down there.

They have a lot more
weapons than we do.

We got to find another way in.

(guards speaking
foreign language)

Who was that?

He stole something
from Pavel.

Now he wants me
to talk to him,

get him to reveal
what he did with it.

I don't understand.
Wh-Why you?

That tattoo,
that was a Romani tattoo.

Both of you here at the
same time makes no sense.

What are you
not telling me?

It's a trick,
Grisha.

Part of Volkoff's torture,
nothing more.

We made a promise.

Do you remember?

No more secrets.

Now, who was that?

Have you reconsidered my offer?

Your word
is worthless.

There is nothing
to consider.

Recently, an asset
of mine returned

from some time out
of commission.

Katya Mironova.

I believe you knew her
as Kate Miller.

At first,
I was impressed.

Thrilled, even.

Until I realized she brought
an enemy into our camp.

I sent Katya back to Russia
to be dealt with,

but I had not yet decided
what to do with Anna.

And then you came along,
Agent Callen.

The CIA officer
was just a bonus.

No, no, no. Volkoff...
(stammers)

- Let's-let's talk about this.
- Oh, with pleasure.

But that depends on your father.

Do as I ask,

and I will spare your son
the pain of watching them die.

Grisha, he will
kill them anyway.

He will kill us all.

You have lost, Pavel.

I can see the fear in your eyes.

This is the last act
of a dying man.

CALLEN:
No!

No!

Sam, we found something.

Declassified KGB schematics

for a bunker almost identical
to the one you're looking at.

NELL:
If this is the same structure,

there should be
two ventilation shafts

a hundred meters from the bunker

in opposite directions.

All right, it looks
like we'll fit.

You two go south, I'll
take Lionel north.

- Or I could just stay here.
- Hey, knees up, let's move.

(Callen grunting)

(grunts)

Yakov says you have record

for the longest
without air.

But something tells me
your son might beat you.

(grunts)

(coughs)
- (fingers snap)

(gasps)

What makes you think Darius
will even listen to me?

You're the closest thing
he has to a father.

That's right.

He never told you.

Perhaps your father
was too ashamed.

Darius.

That's his name.

Darius Reznikov.

But before he went
by Reznikov,

he went by another: Comescu.

The family that killed
your mother.

Nikita hunted them for years.
Did you know that?

And then, one day,

he killed a husband and wife
only to realize too late

that there was a child
sleeping upstairs.

A boy. Not even ten.

How terrible it must feel,

knowing that your father
sent you away,

but then chose
to raise

your enemy's son.

(speaks Russian)

Stop.

I will do what you ask.

You know, this whole experience

has inspired me
to get back in shape.

I'm gonna do it.

- Keep moving.
- Okay, give me a minute.

There's a cool
breeze right here.

Okay, I'm coming, don't hurt me.

That's not the wind.

Look at that. I found it.

Kensi, Deeks, I found
the exhaust shaft.

KENSI:
Great, we just found the intake.

Nell, Eric, we're going in.

ERIC: Once you're down there,
you can meet up in a boiler room

halfway between
your entry points.

But, guys, it is
a long way down.

You're definitely
gonna lose your comms.

I'm handing you off to Lionel.

You keep them informed if
anything happens up here.

You've shown me the light, Agent
Hanna. I won't let you down.

I'm pretty sure you will.

Hello? Check, check?

- Hello? Check, check?
- Hey, uh, Lionel.

It's-it's Eric and Nell.

We'll be in your ear
while the team is down below.

You guys can't see me, can you?

Uh, no, we cannot.

Great, 'cause I really need
to take a pee.

Oh. Hello.

I came up to ask if either
of you had any tiger balm,

but now I think
I want some answers.

You must be disappointed, Otets.

Why do you say that?

You trained me to die
rather than be captured.

Those were different times,
Darius. I was a different man.

Alive is always
better than dead.

I am sorry.

- You didn't know.
- I thought the KGB

had killed you
when they raided our home.

I should have known better.
I should have tried to find you.

You did... eventually.

Right where they
brought me, in fact.

They brought you here?

To continue my training.

Until I was ready to serve.

What changed?

You thought I was dead,
I thought you were dead.

But recently
I was informed otherwise.

By whom?

What did you take from Volkoff?

His life.

More or less.

He's been overseeing
a special project here in Cuba,

but he's lost control.

If they knew of this
back in Moscow,

he would be hanged.

You uncovered evidence
of his failure.

I planned to use it to blackmail
him into releasing you.

(chuckles)

And how is that going so far?

CALLEN:
So, Yakov...

Did I hear that right? Yakov?

You ever think of
changing your name?

I mean, just 'cause of
the whole Yakov Smirnoff thing?

You know, the Soviet comedian,
pride of Branson, Missouri?

No? I mean, I'm not saying
it's a bad name,

it's just, you know, with
the whole torture thing

you got going here,
you might be happier

with an Ivan

or a Vlad or a...

(strains):
Okay,

I got a little
pain there in my...

I had a punctured lung
last year.

(coughing)

I can't get...

I can't breathe.

I know he sent you here
to get me to talk.

Do you really think
I will?

NIKITA: What do you
have to lose?

The evidence you stole
is useless.

We are both prisoners now.

Get him out.

Pull him out!

NIKITA:
No!

(gasps)

Go, find Grisha.
Don't worry about me.

(coughing)

It sounds like
we're late to the party.

This place is a maze.

We move together.
No splitting up.

- Let's go. This way.
- Okay.

(panting)

Volkoff. Did he come this way?

Where's Nikita?

He's back there.

He needs help.

(man grunts)

(man grunts)
(thud)

(panting)

Squibs and electroshock.

Volkoff just wanted you
to think we were dead.

I thought I was until I woke up
a couple hours ago.

Why would he do that?

I don't know. Let's go ask him?
And then shoot him.

We got to get to my dad first.

You mean the guy
who got us killed earlier?

- Come with me.
- Fine.

(panting)

(yells)

I always wanted to visit Cuba.

I heard great things
about the underground scene.

I've got eyes on Volkoff.

I got your back. Go.

Eric, Nell, the guards
are reacting to something.

One of them just headed inside.

Maybe this is a good thing.

(gun cocks)
Or maybe not.

NELL: Lionel. Are you there?
Hello, hello?

Lionel?

We lost comms. This is bad.

Our options here
are limited.

Kolcheck and Reznikov
are persona non grata.

The CIA most certainly
will disavow

any knowledge of this operation.

I don't see any possible way
this ends happily

within the boundaries
of federal or international law.

- There must be something we can do.
ERIC: Oh, no.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Eric, stop freaking out.
Tell me what's going on.

That, right there.

- Care to translate?
- Chlorine gas.

It's a dispersal system.

NELL: You think it's active
after all these years?

God, I hope not.

Volkoff!

(groans)

Can you stand?

He needs a hospital.

(panting)

I could have killed you both.

But I knew you would be
more valuable alive than dead.

So am I.

Oh, yeah? How's that?

The things I know?

CIA would kill
for that information.

I could be greatest asset.

I hate to say it, but he is
kind of why we're here.

(gun clicks)
Not me.

Listen to her,

Agent Callen.

Don't let emotion
cloud your judgment.

NIKITA:
Grisha.

He is not worth it.

He is a dead man walking.

"Trust is overrated."

Isn't that
what you said?

If you only knew the dangers
heading your way,

you would beg for my help.

(laughs)

SAM:
Hey.

We're in trouble.
We got to go, now.

No, please, don't
leave me. Please...

(yells)
Don't leave me.

Don't leave me here.
No, wait. No!

No!

(grunting)

(beeping)

(alarm blaring)

What the hell is that?

Chlorine gas. Keep moving.

(alarm continues blaring)

You guys want to hit
the gift shop on the way out?

(coughing)
- This way.

Clear.

(screams)

You okay? Let's go!
I'm okay.

(grunting, coughing)

- Okay, this way.
- Yeah.

Let's go!

(grunting)

(all coughing)

-Uh, guys?
- What?

I think we're dead.

It's okay.
I paid them off.

The CIA doesn't even keep track
of how much money they give me.

Give me my earwig.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Guys.

ERIC:
Hey, guys, you still there?

Yeah, Eric, we're here.

Tell us that chopper's for us.

Affirmative. Courtesy
of Admiral Kilbride,

who enlisted the help
of a carrier strike group

in the Straits of Florida.

Who called Kilbride?

HETTY:
I did, Mr. Hanna.

But Special Prosecutor Rogers
called me.

I'm beginning to understand
this gray area

you so often claim
to work within.

DEEKS:
It's like I said,

you're a good man, John Rogers.

And you definitely
made me regret it.

All right, guys, hurry up. The
chopper can only stay off-radar

for a few minutes.
We need you to get out of there

before the Cuban military
realizes

what the hell is going on.

Let's move. Let's move.

Callen.

What?

DEEKS: I got him.
- Thanks.

I got you.
SAM:! We got to move.

I'm staying.

What are you talking about?
We got to get you to a doctor.

They have doctors in Cuba.

Pretty good ones, I hear.

You know I can't go back,
not after my escape.

Anna, the CIA will
sort all that out.

Can they remove my face
from the national news?

I knew when I signed up for
this, I wouldn't be coming back.

Go.

Go. Your father needs you.

I'll stay with her, and make
sure she gets to a hospital.

We'll be all right, Callen.

Thank you. Both of you.

Callen.

Tell Arkady...

Tell the big oaf I love him.

SAM:
Let's move!

You just missed Alex and Jake.

Aw.

Jake must have been excited
to see his grandfather again.

Mm-hmm.

He woke for a moment, I...
I think he knew it was them.

How is he?

He's tough, but, um...

...you know,
he's been through a lot.

(clears throat)

Uh, he has an infection
in his lungs,

and the doctor says
if it spreads,

it, uh...

Listen,

why don't you go home,

get some rest.

And I'm on overwatch.

(monitor beeping)

(groans softly)

I hear I have you to thank.

You told Darius
I was still alive,

gave him the mission
to target Volkoff.

Why did you not tell Grisha
about him?

Not that it matters.

- He knows everything now.
- He knows you regret

your actions,

and he admires you

for trying to make amends.

- He told you that?
- Yes.

Yes-- uh, not with words.

I wish I could have
helped Darius more.

You don't think he survived?

He did it once before.

If I learned anything
from my studies,

it's never to underestimate
a Comescu.

(panting)

Oh.

What are you doing?
You got to stay in bed.

I want to see my daughter.

Okay, I'll call Alex.
Just, please,

don't do anything.
-Grisha. G-Grisha.

My other daughter.

I don't have
much time left.

(whispers):
Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ I'm the sparrow on the roof ♪

♪ I'm the list of everyone
I have to lose ♪

Thank you, Grisha...

(crying):
...for bringing me home.

♪ I am who I was ♪

♪ And how much I can hurt ♪

♪ I will look for you ♪

♪ In morphine and in dreams ♪

♪ I will look for you ♪

♪ In the rhythm
of my bloodstream ♪

♪ Westward leading,
still proceeding ♪

♪ To the world unseen. ♪

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