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(party guests chattering)

Lemon drop?

Not really my thing, but, uh,

keep 'em coming
for everybody else.

You know, if you
ever get tired of these
downtown party ho's,

I'm around.

Whoa! I didn't think
the Marines made that much.

You're not from here, are you?

Seattle.
How'd you know?

L.A. girls never ask
where the money comes from.

Gonna take a lap.

Catch ya, Amy.

Hi!

Hey!

Yo, B.

What's up, Alex?

Top of the world, dawg.

What's up?

(cell phone rings)

(ringing continues)

Brandon Valdivia.

No way.

It's not true.

WOMAN:
Where's Brandon?

Sync by honeybunny
www.MY-SUBS.com

Is this an argument?

No, it's a difference
of opinion.

I happen to be right,
you happen to be wrong.

Which makes it an argument.

And for the record--
I'm right, you're wrong.

Operators are made,
they're not born, G.

Skills can be taught.

Mm-hmm. Hey, what was, what was
that guy's name?

Uh, Swishman?

Fishman?
Swisher.

Swisher.
Chuck Swisher.

Chuck Swisher.
Used to sit and study the ops

manual in the UC van.
Yeah.

He knew regulation book
backwards and forwards.

Terrible operator.
Yeah.

Who used to overcompensate
for his lack of undercover skill

by knowing everything
about surveillance.

But that doesn't
make him a bad agent.

Teachers learn to be teachers.
Cops learn to be cops.

Mm-hmm, and somebody taught
LeBron how to dunk from
the free throw line.

SEALs learn to be SEALs, G.

Oh, that's right,
you couldn't swim

when you enlisted, could you?

How long did they let you
wear the floaties?

Look, I will take
a lazy natural operator

over an all-night studier
any day of the week.

It's too late.
I already did it.

Hmm.

Nature versus nurture--
quite the conundrum.

You cannot use the word
"conundrum" before 9:30, Hetty.

9:31, which means,
Mr. Callen, you're late.

So are you, Mr. Hanna.

Late for what?

Corporal Brandon Valdivia--
25, single--

went off the roof
of the downtown Apex last night.

Valdivia was stationed

at a supply unit
at Camp Pendleton.

He just returned
from a deployment

in Iraq three months ago.

Diagnosed PTSD,

possible suicidal ideation,
anxiety disorder.

DOMINIC:
And because of his mental
health history,

LAPD has already
ruled it a suicide.

And we're investigating
because...?

DOMINIC:
Valdivia's family

is tight
with their congressman.

The congressman
calls SecNav.

SecNav calls the commandant
of the Marine Corps,

who calls Director Vance.

It's the proverbial
"Pentagon Shuffle."

Downtown Apex
is a high-end party spot.

They mix a meaningful mojito.

HETTY:
They have the most

marvelous pool on the roof.

It stays open all night,
and it's kept

at a balmy 92 degrees.

Have you people never heard
of a "staycation"?

Did Valdivia have
any kind of record--

in the service or out?

No, not even a parking ticket.

Did he have a room at the Apex?

ERIC:
No, but I got a hit

on some turn-on
service notices

for gas and electric.

The social security number

matches Valdivia's.

Looks like he had
an off-base apartment.

Culver City.

What's he doing
with an apartment

90 miles from Pendleton?

Certainly not
taking a staycation.

So you think Hetty
was born or made?

Hatched.

How long we been
working together, G?

Two years.
Three, next month.

And the longest you ever
had the same partner was...?

Your point?
My point is

we complement each other
because I'm a natural...
I'm natural

and you're made-- I get it.
No, no,
I'm the natural operator.

Right.
Well, if you're natural,

then I'm supernatural.

That doesn't
even make sense.

Let's see if Valdivia
left anything for us.

Clear.

Clear.

Hmm.
ESPN.

Military Channel.

(TV clicks on)

Ooh-rah.

I win.

Beer and mustard.

You sure you don't live here?

Meaningless sex
with an endless

stream of beautiful women-- hmm!

How empty.

This guy look depressed to you?

No suicide note.

It's like a post office in here.

What do you think
this guy was sending?

Guitar Hero?

What?

Receipts for
the last two weeks

for 20, 40, 60, 80...

160 copies
of Guitar Hero.

All paid for in cash.

A bunch of mom-and-pop shops.

Two and three at a time.

Why buy multiple copies
of a video game?

'Cause it kicks major ass.
I'll tell you one thing,

this guy, Valdivia,
was overpaying big time.

So, basically,
we've got a dead Marine

with no skill at volume buying.

Oh, ye of little faith.

We've got receipts.

CALLEN:
Ever play Guitar Hero?

Mm-mm. I prefer the real thing.

Django Reinhardt,
Gabor Szabo--

a little Hendrix thrown in
for good measure.

Dominic Vail, I am liking
you more and more every day.

Speaking of video games...

Brandon Valdivia
went off the roof here

and landed here,

227 feet down.

Now, normally,
determining cause of death

in a high fall is
all about launch speed.

This one is more
about angle and placement.

Valdivia landed on his back,

relatively close
to the building.

Arms spread, in what's known

as the "upturned crucifix"
position.

That's a long way down.

His body could've
flipped over during the fall.

Unlikely.
But not impossible.

Also, he had a broken jaw.

From the fall?
Not if he landed on his back.

And there was
no bruising on the face,

which indicates that
the break was fresh.

He was punched.
Brandon Valdivia

was unconscious before
he even went over the rail.

All right, so someone

knocked him out
with a shot to the jaw

and they threw him
backwards off the roof.

Our suicide just
became a murder.

It'd take someone pretty strong

to throw a 200-pound
Marine off the side.

(dialing phone)

Eric, I got one camera
up on the roof.

I'm on it.

It's even better at night.

Most things are.

I'm the events coordinator
for the hotel.

Callen.
Special Agent Kensi Blye.

Did you know
Brandon Valdivia?

Everybody knew Brandon.

It's so sad.

Was he a guest at
a lot of these parties?

Guest? He was the host.

For the last three
Saturday nights,

Brandon paid for everything.

How much are we talking?
Open bar,

hors d'oeuvres,
tray-passed shots...

This week,
$27,000 in cash.

That didn't surprise you?

Who questions cash?

Don't ask, don't tell.

Amy was his waitress.

I'll be right back.

You waited on Brandon
Valdivia last night?

He wasn't drinking.

Did you see him
with anyone in particular?

Just this guy
he always hung with.

Alex, I think.

I don't know his last name.
You ever see

Brandon and Alex ever
get into it or anything?

Fight? No.

They loved it here,
especially Alex.

You know, all you
meet in this job

is Eurotrash
and wannabe actors.

Brandon was different.

He actually cared about
who I was, where I was from.

He had a lot of money,
but mostly he seemed

like a nice, smart guy.

Now, he's gone

and that sucks.

I got customers.

Hey, I'll be right back.

Your Alex is most
likely Alex Walder.

He's Valdivia's rackmate.

They were
deployed together

in Iraq and now
they're assigned

to the supply unit.

The staff NCO
in charge is, uh,

Gunnery Sergeant
Jerrold Mulhearn.

Yeah, but he ships

so much gear
out of Pendleton

that they call him
"Gunny Pallet."

Like a pallet-- okay.

(clears throat)

Great. Okay.

All right, Sam and Callen
are headed to the base

and Kensi's coming back here.

The quality's lousy.

Yeah, not good enough
to run facial recognition.

What about the elevators?

All right. Accessing last
night's footage now.

Anyone pushing the top
button went to the roof.

(chuckling)
Whoa!

Hello!

If only your

vocabularies could be
augmented as much.

(clucks tongue)

(clears throat)

Busted...

MAN:
We move more gear out of here

than any other dock
in the Marine Corps.

100,000 tons a year.

Everything from TOW missiles
to toilet paper.

That's impressive.

Any idea who would want
to see Corporal Valdivia

take a swan dive off a roof?

Not a lick.

Kid was too stupid
to have enemies.

I mean, no offense
to the dead, but, uh,

that rock couldn't pour water
out of a boot

with instructions on the heel.

What about his hoochmate?

Lance Corporal
Walder?
Yeah.

Dumber than a
box of hair.

Went into sick bay this morning.

Probably swallowed
his toothbrush.

Huh.

Those two
get along?

Yeah, like dumb and dumber.

Walder followed Valdivia around
like a little lost puppy.

Till last week.

Uh, they got up in
each other's grill,

ended up rolling
around on the deck.

Figured I either had
to pull them apart

or turn a hose on them.

Know what that
was about?

Hell, no.
I just wanted it to stop.

Appreciate it, Gunny.

You look like you can
still handle yourself.

You Marine?

Navy.

Been out a while,
though.

Well, I'm just an
old box kicker,

so you can take this
with a grain of salt,

but was a time when you could
make most of these kids

into regular Marines.

Now, if they aren't gangbangers
or convicts,

they're just some other kind
of major knucklehead.

It's almost getting too hard
to be worth it.

I hear you.

I said...

"almost."

Yeah, right.

Hello! Brain-dead?

I see half a dozen...

Gunny Pallet said Walder
went to sick bay.

No, I checked.

He's not there,
and he's not in his rack.

PALLET:
I said move!

Eric.

Yeah, get me an I.D.
on, uh, Alex Walder's vehicle.

Tell me if it's
left the base.

Checking that for you right now.

Why buy multiple copies
of the same video game?

When I see
multiple purchases,

I think one thing-- resale.

People buy stuff and sell it
online all the time.

All right, so first,
we search for the item,

and then we see who has
the most active listings.

Biggest local seller is
B Dog V in Culver City.

Brandon Valdivia.

He was buying the games
for an average of $129,

but selling them
for half that at auction.

Buy high, sell low?

That doesn't make sense.

Maybe they were fakes.

No, his feedback
is perfect.

100%-- right there.

Maybe we're looking

at the wrong side
of the equation.

Eric, can you compare
the retailers

where Valdivia bought the games
to each other?

(sighs)

Well, we already know they
were small operations.

I mean, they aren't owned
by the same family,

if that's what you mean.

They're spread out
all over L.A. County.

No discernible
geographic pattern.

What about where the
stores got the games?

Uh, distributors,
wholesalers.

All right.

Different
wholesalers.

A few had the same distributor.

They all use
different banks, but...

each bank is... wait for it...

...on the Secret Service
Counterfeit Currency Alert.

Different banks,
different reporting.

And that's why Valdivia went to
so many different stores.

And that's why it took Treasury
two weeks to issue an alert.

Valdivia bought
all those video games

with what the Treasury
is calling

top quality
counterfeit bills.

ERIC (over phone):
I got to call you back.

Thanks, Eric.

He bought them
with the fakes,

sold them online, got
real money in return.

(chuckles)
Not a bad little plan.

No, but where is
a 25-year-old corporal

getting high-quality
counterfeit Benjies?

Quality's too good for
them to be homemade.

He's... he was probably
buying 'em.

(cell phone rings)
Yeah.

All right, take a look
at your laptop.

I'm streaming you something now.

I've got a search going
through Kaleidoscope.

And I got a hit
on Alex Walder's car.

Where?

It just went off Pier 60
in San Pedro.

NEWSCASTER: ...trying to locate
any survivors.

The accident was caught
on a dockside security camera.

Stunned onlookers watched
in horror as the car

Went off of the pier of the Los Angeles Harbour.

Thanks.

CALLEN:
Okay, so, Valdivia

gets tossed
off a building,

Walder takes a long drive
off a short pier.

And somehow

they're all connected
over counterfeit hundreds.

You're going in, right?

The police divers

can handle it, I'm sure.

Yeah, but
you're a SEAL.

You've been looking
a little pale lately.

Maybe you should go.
Uh-uh.

Too many bullet
holes in me, Sam.

I'd sink.
The tide's
going out.

The body could have
floated out after impact.

The current would have
pulled him away pretty quick.

Eric, you got

any more security camera angles
here at Pier 60?

Already checking.

Oh, and the Secret Service wants

to talk to you
about counterfeit bills.

Stall them.

Too late.

(sighs)

Natalie Giordano,
Secret Service.

I like your club house.

You guys got a secret handshake
and a stash of girlie mags?

Sam Hanna.

Callen.

Just Callen.

Nice to meet you,
Callen just Callen.

(sighs)

These are the bills that,
uh, Valdivia passed.

GIORDANO:
1995 series.

Rotating serial numbers.

Beautiful craftsmanship.

Portrait, vignette,

ornaments, lettering,

script, scrollwork.

Not some Photoshop

job, either.

These were printed in a press

with real plates.

These are seriously tight.

We need to, uh, get into

the distribution network,
and find out

who sold these bills
to Valdivia.

We're tracking a murder.

Generally, hundreds show up
in Las Vegas near the casinos,

where no one bats an eye
at big bills.

That's where I'm stationed.

You ever get up
to Vegas?

Now and then.

Hundreds are double hard
to counterfeit,

because they have to beat

the pen.

On counterfeit notes,
the detection pen reacts

to the starch in the paper
and turns brown.

So the printing quality
is amazing,

the paper is... not so much.

That's why Valdivia passed it
at the mom-and-pop stores--

less likely to use the pen.

So, I sait's an open book
on everything we find.

I catch my counterfeiter,
you catch your murderer.

Who knows, maybe it's
one and the same.

Isn't it great to share?

Well, regardless,

I will be staying here
until we get a collar

on whoever printed these.

Can you recommend any good
restaurants nearby?

FYI, no salads.

CALLEN:
I think room service

is probably your best bet.

SAM:
Room service? Really?
She did leave that door

pretty wide open with
the restaurant thing.

Could've drove
a truck through it, G.

I don't date law enforcement.

I think you might want to make
an exception this time.

Sam, you know the rule.

If they got their
own handcuffs, I'm out.

Look, I think you're making
a big mistake.

The room service she wants
to order isn't on the menu.

Eric, tell me
something good.

Got into the traffic
cams on the pier.
I pulled this.

It's not the best image,
but it's good enough to see.

CALLEN:
Nobody in the driver's seat.

A few people
on the pier,

they, uh, see
the car go over.

They run toward the crash.

SAM:
Except that guy.

He's walking away.

Zoom-a-zoom-a-zoom...

I ran him through facial
recognition.

Hello, Alex.

KENSI:
Guys.

We've got a broadcast beacon
from Walder's phone,

begins at the pier.

He checks his voice mails,
then switches off his phone.

He's only done this four times,
but it's

enough to track a pattern.
It runs north

up the 405 to the 10 East.

He could have
hitched a ride,

or jumped in the back
of a truck.

ERIC:
Hey, hey.

Nine minutes ago,

someone checked
Walder's cell phone

voice mail
from a pay phone

on Wilshire and Western.

Yeah, he's using pay phones now.

He thinks it's
harder to trace.

He's moving
east, and fast.

I mean, what is Walder doing?

What a good Marine
is supposed to: improvising.

Bring up the L.A. Metro map.
I want to see the Purple Line.

He's on the subway.

Next stop's the last one:

7th and Fig.

A block away
from the Apex Hotel.

Why's he going back there?

Maybe he left
something behind.

CALLEN:
Walder?

SAM:
Don't do it. Don't do...

(groans)

Get your hands
behind your back!

What's the matter with you?

You're trying
to jump off the roof?

What do you have here?
What do you have here?

What is this?

Are you crazy?

No.

Then you must've been
real scared then.

So scared you thought
jumping off a roof

was better than
getting caught by us?

Who'd you think we were, Alex?

CALLEN:
Why'd you go back
to the roof?

I wanted to honor my friend,

to be close to him
one more time.

Maybe you shouldn't have
thrown him off the roof.

I didn't kill Brandon.

He was my best friend.

Everyday in Iraq
I was sure we

weren't coming back,
but Brandon was like,

"Dawg, keep your head down
and follow me."

And I did. I did, and I
came back home.

Your gunny said he had
to pull you two apart.

I was just trying to get him
to stop having the parties.

Stop spending
the money.

I told him.

He was going
to get killed for it.

Killed by who?

There was this kid.

Jason.

He was a couple of years
older than me,

and I lived with him
in a foster home.

He looked out for me.

Not for any other
reason than it was just

the right thing to do.

He used to make up these, uh,
"G" names for me:

G-Money, G-Ride,

G-Force...

One night,

our foster dad got drunk
and he beat him to death.

I felt bad 'cause I didn't
do anything

to help him.

I still do.

Who killed Brandon, Alex?

Rick.

Rick Pargo.

Wow.

That was pretty
damn cool, Callen.

Any of it true?

Rick Pargo.

You know him?

Blast from the past.

He's pretty well known by
our guys at Treasury.

KENSI:
Commercial printer.

Charged with forgery
and counterfeiting.

Seven times, and no
convictions. I mean,

we've been after this
guy for years.

Eric, see if you can place Rick
Pargo on the hotel rooftop

the night Brandon Valdivia
was killed.

Checking that for you right now.

Nate?

He is terrified.

You're kidding?

So, why go back to the place
your friend was murdered?

He said he wanted
to honor his friend.

Mmm, fear is
a primal instinct.

It-it overrules
everything,

including
cerebral concepts--

like-like honor.

Whatever took him back
there was so important

that he had to suppress
his fear.

Until he ran into you guys
and...

then the fear
kicked back in.

And I don't blame him,

'cause I'd probably want
to throw myself off a roof

if I saw you guys
coming at me, too.

(clears throat)

You left a few things
out, Alex.

What? No.

You heard of "Good
Cop, Bad Cop."

This is called
"Bad Cop, Bad Cop."

He can do things to you

to make waterboarding
feel like a sponge bath.

You said you went back
to honor him.

What do you know about honor?

We were on patrol in Baghdad.

Clearing buildings.

We were in this huge
old print shop--

had presses and plates
and everything.

Took a look at the plates.

They're for making
American money.

Hundred dollar bills.

We took a set of plates,
hid 'em with our gear.

Smuggled 'em when we came back.

Where'd you find Rick Pargo?

He found us.

Someone must have told him.

We gave Pargo the plates, he
made some test batches, but...

The paper wasn't good enough.
SAM: Let me guess.

Brandon was supposed
to destroy the bills,

but instead,
he laundered them online.

One more question.

What's this?

Brandon gave it to me
the night he was killed.

It's a serial number generator.

Agent Giordano,

we're in the middle
of something here.

I thought we were
going to share.

It generates a new serial number
on counterfeit bills.

This is a good one, too.

Saddam had
master forgers

working all over Iraq.

That's why they're printing
1995 series bills.

They're using
old plates.

It's a hell of a case
you guys stumbled into.

You're a bartender.

You work at a little
place in the Valley.

Yeah, I'm also
Alex Walder's girlfriend.

Oh, the things we do
for our country.

(laughing)

I once had to hide
in a cake.

(sighs)

Never mind.

That brute Pargo
will undoubtedly

frisk you, so a wire is
out of the question.

Ah, a watch.

Aha.

Tank style,
leather band.

Microphone and transmitter
smartly concealed within.

I like.

Rick Pargo is
in many respects

a classic narcissist.

He's beaten seven cases
against him in the past.

I consulted

on one of them
and I saw him in the courtroom.

He literally acts
like he's above the law,

and that makes him
very dangerous.

Okay, I'll tread lightly.

Pargo will construe
any conciliatory gesture

as weakness.

It's best if you consider

at least one well-timed
bold gesture.

Like kicking his ass?

One more thing,

courtesy of our colleague
from the Secret Service.

Have you met her yet?

I have not yet met
Agent Giordano, but...

I'm under the impression
from multiple sources

that you could take her.

I'm looking
for Rick Pargo.

Who's asking?

Alex Walder's girlfriend.

Never heard of him.

This way.

You a cop?

(grunts)

(whirring loudly)

I can't hear her.

This guy's not taking
any chances.

How long do you
want to give her?

A minute, then we go in.

Enjoying yourself?

Are you?

You got my number generator?

It's safe, like Alex.

Alex is dead.

So you think.

I believe you

might be interested
in seeing this.

(beeping)

Born operator.

Yeah.

Well, then maybe we'll call Alex

and tell him to bring

the number generator over here,
if he wants

to see you alive again.
(snaps fingers)

(grunts)

Hold it.

Move away.

My boyfriend's an idiot.

I'm just here to make a deal.

That was really impressive.

I think I like you.

All right, darling.

(machine's humming stops)

With the number
generator in place,

I can print 20 million
in under two hours.

What stopped you before?

Paper.

Yours can't beat the pen,
can it?

That's why I'm here.

I have access
to a primo paper source.

Let's say I'm interested.

If I introduce you,

how do I know I won't
end up like Brandon?

(chuckling)

You think I killed Valdivia?

I'm just a businessman.

And I'm just a debutante.

I got a partner who was supposed
to come through with the paper.

So far he hasn't.

That's what got
Valdivia so impatient.

Now, Valdivia's
not with us anymore.

4:30.

Oh, uh, just so you know,

if this goes south,

I will not hesitate
to kill you.

What, you want to frisk me
again before I leave, Rick?

We're in.

CALLEN:
Gordon Taymis...

youngest son of a prominent
Canadian paper-making family.

You think I ought
to wear a tie?

Hmm, you're disillusioned.

Your father wears a tie.

I thought Canadians were all
supposed to be happy.

Never mistake politeness
for contentment.

What are the three "P's"?

Let's see,
we've got printing press.

Mm-hmm.
Patent green ink.

Yeah.

And paper, of course.
Ah!

What's the, uh,
power requirement

for a ten-ton intagl press?

That's a trick question, Hetty.

It takes at least
a 20-ton press

to get the proper raised finish
on authentic paper.

You're ready, Mr. Callen.
Thank you.

Take her out to dinner,
after the case is over.

Agent Giordano?

Mm.

Then take Sam
the next night.

You know how he gets.

(chuckles)

♪

Rick. Gordon.

How're you doing?
Hey.

I hear you're in the,
uh, paper industry.

Uh, family business.

Uh, third generation.

My old man
was a printer.

Ink in the veins.

I'm sorry, um...

This just, this just doesn't
feel right.

It's okay.
It's okay, relax.

I'm just used to meeting
in board rooms, not in bars.

Sit down, sit down.
Finish your drink.

I've seen your work.

It's ex-extraordinary.

20-ton intaglio press?

Mm-hmm.

And I mix my own ink.

1995 series, though,
that's old paper.

Single security strip.

It's still in circulation.

That's your problem.

You need the right
paper to match.

My family company,
we have the contract

with the U.S. Bureau
of Printing and Engraving.

We supply all the cotton
and linen rag.

Yeah, but every single sheet
has to be accounted for.

It does.

I'm the compliance officer.

Really?

Hmm.

So, what? The family
business doesn't pay?

My current level of compensation

is, um, inadequate.

You see, Gordon has
a family and a wife

in Vancouver.

And a very good friend in L.A.

How much paper do you need?

Three-foot stack should do it.

(sighs)

Tha... that's 2,000 sheets.

That's $20 million.

Can't handle it?

How are you going
to move $20 million?

Oh, I got a window
once every 90 days,

where we can unload
all we print.

At par, guaranteed.
Par?

A hundred cents on the dollar?

My cut's 40%.

(laughs)

You get 20.

And you take care
of her out of your end.

And I'll need a sample.

Sample's right
in front of you.

Son of a...

KENSI:
Pargo said "we."
He's got a partner.

Eric couldn't place
Pargo or Eddie on the roof.

Neither of them killed Valdivia.

But if we can deliver
the paper,

maybe we can meet
the partner.

Nobody gets a hundred cents
on the dollar

for counterfeit money.

And what is this 90-day
window all about?

The bigger question is,
how do we get

2,000 sheets of paper
by tomorrow?
ERIC:
Hey, Callen.

Somebody's clicking through
your backstop Web site.

Hmm! "Supplying high-end
cotton and linen products

to only the most discerning
customers worldwide."

Nice turn of phrase, Eric.

I minored in Lit.

Okay, so I traced the IP address
back to Rick Pargo.

Oh, he's going deeper now.

I hid a hard to read
shipping manifest

for the U.S. Bureau
of Printing and Engraving

in the background
of one of the shots.

So if he clicks on it,
he's hooked.

He's downloading the JPEG now.

(cell phone rings)

Hmm.

Yeah?

PARGO:
Hey, Gordy, how're you doing?

Hi, Rick.

Looks like you and me
are going into business.

I need paper.

Look at you.
You got in with Pargo.

Is that a Double-Double?

I missed lunch.

We're sharing, right?

(sighs)

So, how much paper you need?

2,000 sheets.

Mmm, mmm... by tomorrow.

That's gd.

Testing my wire, Sam.

I got you in
my earpiece, G.

We're going in.

Search 'em!

(laughing)

You're my newfound friend,
Gordy, you know that?

Got the number generator.

Uh, where's my money?

Your money'll be here in a bit.

In the meantime,
we've got work to do.

You are a printer, right?

Ink's in my veins.

We'll see. Let's go.

Unload it!

All right.

I'll ink it,
you wipe it-- that work?

Let's do it.

(chuckling)

Just enough to fill
the grooves.

Pressure does the rest.

That's a born
operator, Dom.

(chuckles)

Oh, yeah!

Three seconds, $3,000.

There's no feeling like it.

(laughing)

All right, they're printing.
We got all we need.

No, you've got all you need.
I'm waiting on one more player.

Yeah, if he ever shows up.

I'm here to catch
a counterfeiter.

I'm trying to catch a murderer.

And it's not Pargo,

because he wasn't
on the roof.

(printer powers down)

Already dry.

They're flawless.

(vehicle approaching)

Company.

Eyes open, G.
It's Gunny Pallet.

He's Pargo's partner.

Unbelievable.

All right, I'm going in.

Dom, if the truck leaves,
follow it.

PARGO:
It's all there.

20 million.

Just like the real thing.

Yeah, it's, uh,
all in the paper.

I'm sorry. Uh...

You want your money.
Here you go.

Guys, we had a deal.

Where, where you going
to get your paper next time?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I mean...

W-wait a minute. I...

All right, we can,

we can renegotiate.

I mean... how does
ten percent sound?

Sounds expensive.

Wait until we leave,

then take care of them.

Frank!

(gunshots)

Get in there! Get in there!

Now! Now! Get in!
Let's go!

I told you I'd kill you.

Pargo!

It's over.

Eddie!

Eddie's taking a nap.

Kensi.

(Pargo grunting)

Turn over!

Dom?
Following the money.

Callen, Pallet's back
at Camp Pendleton.

And the counterfeit
money's still on board.

We're on our way.

You've got $20 million
in counterfeit hundreds.

Why would you go back
to the loading dock?

'Cause you're going
to ship something.

Eric, give me a list of all the
flights leaving Pendleton

in the next four hours
and what's on them.

Sending the manifest
to you now, Sam.

SAM:
We got payrolls in Afghanistan,

embassy ATMs all over
the Middle East and Asia,

$20 million in cash
flying out tonight.

Pallet just printed 20 mil,

and he's swapping it
for the real thing.

We should be in
on that swap, then.

Tell Hetty we need
to intercept the real money.

Plane leaves in two hours, G.

CALLEN:
Stand by, everyone.
The game is in play.

Armored truck on its way in.

PALLET:
Get that pallet unloaded!

We need to sign for
this moneySergeant.

Signed and sealed, Corporal.

On your way.
Aye, aye, Gunny.

Hello! The pallet on the right
goes on the aircraft!

Your right, not my right,
Brain-dead!

Yes, Sergeant!
Let's move it!

Let's go, Lollygags!

We've got aircraft
going OCONUS at 1800.

Now move!

That aircraft ain't
gonna wait for us!

That's going 8,000 miles!

Get it secure!

Move!

What the hell?

SAM: Sorry to disappoint
you, Gunny.

CALLEN:
The C130 with your fake

$20 million's
been turned around.

What happened to "almost,"
Gunny?

The federal government prints

$20 million every hour.

And for what?

Two more wars the civilians
won't let us win?

That's how you justify it?

I wouldn't do that
if I was you, Gunny.

You tell me

that it's the same Navy now

that you enlisted in, Chief.

I can't say it is.

But they still
ask the same of us.

And that was always
good enough for me.

Not for me.

Not anymore.

Don't do it, Gunny.

Get down!

Don't move!

(Pallet grunting)

Down!
(handcuffs tightening)

Part of Pallet's job
was shipping

$20 million overseas
every three months,

so he decided
to make a switch.

Valdivia's mistake was
spending it too soon.

Messed up Pallet's plan,
so he threw him off the roof.

Yeah, just leaving. On my way.

Born operator?

He's growing on me.

Mr. Callen.

Hetty.

Uh, while congratulations

are in order,
there is one small loose end.

The money.

The money.

Today, Mr. Callen.

Strangely, the Treasury
wants its money back.

Done.

You don't want
to count it?

(chuckles)

So do you want to go
get a hamburger?

Or we could order
room service.

I've got this rule
about dating cops.

So you mean I have
to wait till I retire?

I guess.

Well, I'll put it
in my calendar.

Maybe you could
take early retirement.

Maybe I will.

She must have been some cop.

She was.

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