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What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

You don't drink tea.

No, I don't.

I'm making it for Hetty.

You're making tea for Hetty?

I promised her I'd try some.

"yellow mountain tribute

Chrysanthemum tea." Nice.

That smells moldy.

Maybe it's supposed to smell moldy.

You think I should say something to her?

They didn't train you for that at seal school?

Yeah, escape and evade.

Mr. Hanna.

How's our tea?

Right here, Hetty.

Did you warm the pot the way I told you to?

I did.

And, uh, the water?

Fresh off the boil.

Oh, excellent.

You must never underestimate

the cardiovascular benefits

Of tea.

You'll thank me in the morning.

Mr. Callen?

I'm good.

Uh-huh, and you, uh,

you can't taste the paper?

Huh. Well, now,

chrysanthemum tea is not chrysanthemum tea

without wolfberries.

"Wolfberries."

Now, I want you to savor that,

and consider its calming qualities,

not to mention its health benefits.

Mmm.

It's delicious.

That phone call is for you, Mr. Callen.

Director Vance.

Callen.

Yes, director.

Standby.

How does she do that?

I don't know, but that's the worse tea

I've ever had in my entire life.

Aah!

Moldy.

Got a call from the LAPD.

A woman was killed in an apartment

overlooking the marina a couple of days ago.

They found a usb micro drive

hidden in her baseball cap.

Had a file

filled with what looks like surveillance photos.

Different locations, different people.

Anyone we know? Yes.

You, Agent Callen.

LAPD ran the photos through

a facial recognition program.

Yours is the only one that got a hit.

When they identified

your classified status, they called me.

Who was the victim?

Haven't been able to identify her yet.

Someone's been watching you, Agent Callen.

I need to know who.

Need to know why.

Anything you might have forgotten to tell me about?

Not that it would explain this.

LAPD's on board with us being involved in the investigation?

Full access.

I e-mailed Eric their file,

along with the contents of the flash drive.

If you find anything that links this

to you getting shot six months ago, I need to know.

Do I need to write that down for you, Agent Callen?

I think I get it.

Watch your back.

Low-level encryption

on a usb drive. Where do you want to start?

Uh... paparazzi.

It's good a place as any.

That's near your old apartment in Venice.

Just before I got shot.

You said you felt like you were being watched.

So they carried out surveillance,

pinpointed your home location

and made the hit right there on the street.

Mixed angles:

some high from upper story-level windows,

some low at the street level.

All shot with a telephoto lens.

Over how many days, g?

Two or three.

Eric, LAPD file.

Crime scene photos of our unidentified victim.

Furniture all seems to be fold-and-carry,

so she brought it in herself.

Maybe the apartment was vacant.

Eric.

G?

That's her.

The Russian girl.

Who's the Russian girl?

The last person I saw before I got shot.

A lot of surveillance photos of the same guy.

None of them very clear.

Not a great photographer, your Russian girl.

Not a willing subject.

Can we find out when they were taken, Eric?

Yeah, the data's embedded in the jpegs.

All right, oldest photo was taken eight days ago,

and the most recent was yesterday.

The day she died.

Long-term surveillance.

She was working for someone.

Whoever this guy is, he doesn't like having his picture taken.

Did you get enough data to get a match on his face, Eric? No.

I doubt it. I mean, he's either too far away,

partially obscured or blurry.

But I will give it a shot.

Some of the photos

Were taken at a marina.

Including the photos of her.

Her body was found in an apartment

in Marina Del Rey, too.

Sam, Kensi.

This mystery guy on the yachtkolcheck.

All right, we're going to have to try to sharpen up

these photos before we run them through facial recognition.

What did I miss?

Unnamed dead Russian girl who saw Callen get shot.

Otherwise known as a "lead""

Callen's cold case just got warmed up.

Uh, I need access to a personnel file.

Well, in your position as our headshrinker,

you should already have complete access.

I think my file's a little out of date.

Ah. What name?

Callen.

Hmm.

Ah.

Callen.

G.

Anything in particular you're looking for?

The investigation into Callen's shooting.

Mm, still unsolved.

You worried this case may open old wounds?

I'm hoping we can help heal them.

November, alpha, forward slash,

seven, nine, four.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You sure you want to do this?

I'm fine.

Are you sure you're allowed to do this?

Victim investigating his own shooting?

It's not my shooting, it's a Russian girl's.

He'll keep investigating until someone tells him he can't.

Someone I have to listen to. Rules me out.

You never listen to me even when you have to, G.

Name one time.

You're not listening to me now.

Yeah, I am.

No, you're not.

How long you two been married?

Thanks.

Unfurnished.

It's on the market.

Hmm...

she was sitting here.

Back to the door.

Shooter came up from behind her.

See that blood spatter?

It starts low and then rises,

which means she never stood up.

Excuse me.

Laptop power cable

and video lead right there.

Killer took the laptop and the video camera with him.

Missed the micro drive that was tucked away in her ball cap.

Oh, hello.

I've got three scuff marks here.

Camera was on a tripod

right about... here.

The angle's about right.

The guy she was watching was on one of those yachts out there.

You know, you can't just

camp out in an apartment without anybody knowing.

What about the apartment manager?

He says he didn't know she was here.

So where did she get a key?

Maybe she didn't have one.

She could've snuck in.

Maybe she's a pro.

No, she's not a professional.

A pro wouldn't leave their back to the front door.

No. She had a key.

How many bedrooms?

Uh, just me.

Ocean view or marina?

What's the difference?

About $300. A month?

No, a week, sweetie.

Look, I know some cheap places on Pico.

I'll get you the number. Listen...

I just need something short-term.

I don't even have any furniture. I just...

I just need a place to crash.

How short-term?

Three weeks.

It's going to have to be cash in advance.

Okay.

Well, I got a vacancy.

New owner's moving in in about a month.

$300 a week, or we could work out

some other sort of arrangement.

Less than 40 seconds.

What?

Less than 40 seconds!

She's good.

She's better than good.

We owe ten bucks.

Five apiece.

You're the one who bet her she couldn't get him

to make an offer in under a minute.

Yup. And you stood there and let me do it.

I'm not giving you five dollars.

Oh, you're not? No.

Mm-hmm. She's good.

Who's that?

Ever heard of ncis?

No.

Fbi?

Dea, CIA?

Look, this is just a misunderstanding.

I was trying to help you out.

Just like you tried to help out the Russian girl

who was found killed in the apartment this week?

I guess you forgot to tell

the LAPD that, uh, you rented her the apartment for cash.

Eh, Freddy?

It's Teddy.

Cute.

Security footage from the apartment building.

Hmm. Funny how the apartment manager

suddenly "remembered" he hadn't deleted the security footage.

What did it cost her for the room?

Her life.

Her body was found Sunday evening.

Coroner placed her time of death at 5:30 p.m.

All right, fast-forwarding to Sunday.

Looking for our killer leaving with her bag

and a camera tripod.

Whoa.

Gotcha.

All right, time stamp says 5:47.

That's got to be our guy.

He's facing away from the camera

when he's leaving.

Let's see he's looking when he arrives.

Hmm. He knew the camera was there.

He's a pro.

Yeah, he's good, but he's not great.

He did leave the usb drive behind.

Well, that's not the only thing that he missed.

She was backing up her files

onto a virtual storage account.

From the apartment?

Tapped into the apartment's wireless router.

Does she have a name?

User name only: Citizen25.

Whoa, that is a lot

of files to scroll through.

Okay, let's start at the beginning.

You want to share, G?

File named Cossack, Dom.

And what's Cossack?

Joint operation in Europe against the Russian mafia.

Oh, boy.

Three-man team.

Ethan Stanhope.

He works for the CIA.

Ricky Taylor.

Dea. Same as me. When?

Ten years ago.

Guys, guys, I got something.

Stanhope and Taylor are both dead.

Murdered.

Stanhope in Vegas. Taylor in Chicago.

And they were both killed on the same day...

Fifth of May.

G!

Stay with me, G. Don't do this to me. Come on!

The same day I should have died.

Traffic cam captured

Stanhope being shot in Las Vegas.

Taylor's shooting in Chicago was also a drive-by,

same as, um...

mine.

Anybody charged for either murder?

No.

When's the last time you saw those guys?

When we were debriefed in Berlin.

I haven't seen them in ten years.

Did you ever catch the bad guys?

No. It was a joint operation with Russia.

There was a syndicate

trying to manipulate the flow of oil from the Black Sea

into Europe, and, uh,

someone let them know that we were coming.

How come dea was involved?

Loan out.

Taylor and I both spoke fluent Russian.

CIA set it up?

Stanhope was their point person.

But we only ever saw him in the bar the bar,

you know, drinking expensive vodka and eating caviar.

Did you ever find who betrayed you?

No. Okay, so...

Some Russian girl gets killed while running surveillance

on an unidentified guy on a yacht,

which is somehow connected

to an operation in Russia ten years ago.

Who was the Russian contact for operation Cossack?

Arkady Kolcheck.

He was an officer in the KGB.

Last-known address would be Moscow.

Wait, the dead girl only had files of people

that were targeted, not anyone named Kolcheck.

Eric, dead or alive?

Alive... and well.

And as of 2007, an American citizen living in...

Studio city.

Makes you wonder where Arkady was on the Fifth of May, huh?

Eric, I need that address.

Already downloaded into your GPS. Dom, I really

need to know who that was on the yacht.

Working on it. Kensi? Yeah?

I need a profile on Arkady... everything you can get, okay?

His friends, his business associates,

allies, enemies... I want to know why

he left the KGB in Russia and who he paid to get here.

Work with Nate. Okay.

Arkady Kolcheck. You know him?

We've met, uh, once or twice.

Read about him in Callen's file.

Was there a lot to read?

Ooh, pages.

And 90% of it

was redacted, yeah.

Censored by

whomever it is who redacts things.

Okay, can we get an uncensored copy?

Have you ever tried Egyptian licorice mint tea,

Miss Blye?

Where does she get all this stuff?

None of it's redacted, not a single word.

What if she's the redactor?

There's a scary thought.

Hetty is the clearing house for every censored

government document released to the public.

Th... that's impossible.

Yeah, ridiculous.

Anyway, Arkady's done well for himself.

He's a security consultant

retained by big business and foreign governments alike.

And it pays well. He's got properties

in New York City, Los Angeles and Paris.

So how does a former KGB agent

End up so wealthy, so fast?

Because he knows where

the bodies are buried.

Most likely

because he's the one who buried them.

We got a plan? Yeah, how about we kick in his door

and ask him why he's the only one of us that didn't get shot?

I've used that one before; it's a very effective plan.

It's good as long as you know what's behind the door.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Always works.

Yes, Eric?

All right, good news and bad news.

The bad news is that Arkady's house is state of the art.

It is seriously impressive.

He spent a small fortune on security.

The grounds are covered

with a network of electronic motion sensors

and microphones; he's got infrared

and high-definition daylight cameras.

And it's a closed system; I can't even access it.

That's an impressive door.

Might have to kick it a few times. All right, good news?

Good news is, the car's equipped with a GPS device.

I hacked into it.

So he's on the move.

It is a maybach.

We're feeding it to your GPS.

It should show up any second on your screen as a red icon.

He's actually coming towards us.

Turning left into...

Left into what? I need a street name, G.

Where's he going?

I don't know, but we're not going with him

if you don't tell me which street to turn down.

Shopping.

He's going shopping.

Let's go shopping. Okay.

Let's go shopping.

Hmm, body guards are tight, discipline.

Probably former military.

That's him?

That's him.

You got another plan?

I guess that's plan b, huh?

I got it.

Tanner, on your six.

I thought I recognized you.

Do I know you? Nah, but you know my fiancée.

I'm sorry? Oh, now you want to apologize?

"Apologize"? You didn't think I'd find out, did you?

Hey, everyone, take a look at this home-wrecker!

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

He's even got kids! Back off, friend.

I'm not your friend and I'm not his friend!

What is it with this guy?

I'm trying to tell him I don't know him.

You got the wrong guy, buddy.

Joelene. Tuesdays and Fridays

in the storeroom behind the florist shop!

Don't even try to deny it, man. I got witnesses.

I don't know you.

And I don't know Joelene.

A light mustache.

Big-legged Joelene,

I don't know her. With the jheri curls.

Oh, all of a sudden now, you ashamed to know Joelene?

She ain't good enough for you?

That's my girl!

Nice car, Arkady.

It's all right, alex.

Mr. Callen is a friend from the old days.

I heard you were dead.

Like Stanhope and Taylor?

Yeah... and I alone, unscathed.

You think I was responsible?

Were you?

No.

Give me a reason to believe you.

I sent someone to warn you.

I tried to warn Stanhope and Taylor as well.

You sent who to warn me?

A Russian girl.

Why didn't you just warn me yourself?

I know you did not trust me because of what happened

in Moscow ten years ago.

So what makes you think I would trust some Russian girl?

You knew her.

When you were a boy, you used to bounce her on your knee.

Her name was... Alina.

Her name was Alina.

Nice crib, Arkady.

How did you know about her?

You told me ten years ago.

When I asked you where you learned Russian,

you said "from a little girl

named Alina Rostoff."

I filed it away.

Is there anything you don't file away?

Everything is useful sooner or later.

I heard rumors

that someone had targeted us.

I tried to contact everyone,

warn them,

tell them to be careful.

Seen Joelene?

But Stanhope and Taylor,

they had retired,

lost to the dream you Americans so fervently pursue.

You were the only one left in the game, G.

So, I called in a favor,

got an address where you might be living.

I knew if she found you, you would believe her.

You didn't think I'd believe you?

Do you?

Not yet.

But I barely knew her.

I was 14; she was four years old.

That's how she said she would greet you.

And you would remember her.

She tried once.

I scared her away. I...

the... the-the second time, it was too late.

She wept for you.

She thought you were dead.

We all did.

Callen was lucky.

Stanhope and Taylor weren't.

So what does that make you, Arkady?

Prepared.

The day you were shot, they came for me.

Since then, two more times.

They're beginning to annoy me.

Who are they?

You remember what operation Cossack was about?

Of course, the, uh,

Russian mafia was being paid off to allow the flow of Russian oil

into Europe.

Our job was to try

and infiltrate the syndicate

and find out who was being paid off.

And before we could even start, we were betrayed.

Why come after you now?

Next week,

they are signing a billion-dollar deal

opening up the flow of oil out of Russia into Europe.

They are legitimizing their corruption.

The deal was brokered by an American in the oil business.

His name is John Cole.

He works for the syndicate?

Maybe he is the syndicate.

For whatever reason, someone believed it better

the four of us not be around to see the deal signed.

And Alina?

I had her find out everything she could about Cole.

She found out he liked to stay on a yacht.

I set up surveillance.

So you used her.

I trained her.

'Cause she was a pretty girl...

she wanted to avenge you.

She waited.

She watched.

And then finally, there he was.

And one day later, Alina was dead.

Everything I know about John Cole.

It worries you how little there is in his file.

Every time I come back to it,

I hope someone has filled in the blanks.

But it's still just a single page.

No family history.

No next of kin.

All the things we take for granted.

You don't think I should let him work this case.

I could put in an official psychological assessment

to Director Vance recommending he didn't.

And the director would be obliged

to accept your recommendation.

And I'd lose the trust of everyone else on the team.

Nate.

What others may view as the most inconsequential of things

can be a revelation to Callen.

A thread here, a scrap there.

Maybe this time, a tiny piece of the fabric of his life.

And if it goes badly?

Well, then you get to tell me I was wrong.

The director gets to rip me a new one.

And Callen?

Does what he's always done:

Survive.

Okay, let's see what Arkady has got for us.

Our mystery man

from the yacht has a name: John Cole.

Lives in the shadows.

He's got an oil refinery company,

which he bought seven years ago.

Who's his friend?

His friend is

Max Tyrus.

Could be a bodyguard.

Could be our killer.

Same height and build as the guy in the apartment video.

So, Eric, what else do we have?

Not a lot.

This guy has built some

serious firewalls around his personal life

and business operations.

He's even got his own server.

Current location?

Usual tricks are coming up blank.

Cole is as close to invisible as anyone I've ever seen.

He's not leaving an electronic footprint anywhere.

That hand gesture looked like a sign of surrender, Eric.

I, I was stretching my arms.

Forget about Cole for a second, okay?

Find Max Tyrus. You find Max Tyrus, you're gonna find Cole.

Okay, okay.

Luck's changing.

Max Tyrus... I got a cell phone number.

GPS is blocked.

Pulling up his call log.

Last call was made from Cole's refinery

to a jet charter company 30 minutes ago.

Planning a trip.

When did Arkady say the deal's being signed?

End of the week. Where?

Moscow.

Eric, call that charter company.

Brad jet charter.

Yeah, hi, I called about

30 minutes ago.

Okay. What's your name, please?

Yeah, Max Tyrus, it was

For west oil consolidated, the charter to Moscow.

Tyrus? That's right.

Can you just confirm again the details?

Departs 6:30. And the return?

No return booked.

What am I thinking? Of course.

Yeah, we'll be ready for you. Thank you so much.

Leaves in less than four hours. Returning?

One way.

Guys, we don't have evidence

to stop him from leaving the country.

We're going to get one shot at this.

You got a plan?

Well, he already thinks I'm dead.

Let's see how he reacts when he finds out I'm not.

Got to get in the oil refinery.

Attract his attention.

If I'm the owner of an oil refinery,

who do I fear the most?

EPA inspectors.

I do.

EPA guidelines and credentials

to get you guys through the gate.

Mm-hmm. Nice.

And for us,

a button cam.

You don't know what Cole looks like.

Based on the photos, he's kind of blurry looking.

Yeah, but he knows what you look like,

which means your cover is blown the moment he sees you.

Yeah, but he also thinks I'm dead,

which gives me the advantage.

So you're going in as bait?

You're trying to get him to react,

to attack you? Yeah.

And if he does, we've got him.

Do you have a problem, Nate?

Look, the first few seconds will be critical.

Just don't give him time to think, or else he'll see

what you're trying to do, and he won't react the way

you want him to. Thanks.

I'm good?

Kensi.

I'm in.

Callen, good to go.

How're you doing?

EPA.

It's time for your unscheduled

health and safety inspection.

I'm going to have to check you for regulation compliance.

Okay.

Thank you, friend.

Hey. EPA coming in.

We on the air, Eric?

Picture's up.

Excuse me, ma'am?

EPA.

Yes, can I help you?

Is your boss here?

Through the breezeway, first door on your right.

Thank you.

Yeah, I got 'em.

Excuse me.

This is the third EPA

inspection we've had this year. Ha!

Tell me about it. It's new paperwork every time.

Personally, I think it's overkill.

I mean, one report

with supplementals... that's all it needs.

Unless there's an issue.

Oh, God, yeah.

Seriously, you don't want an issue.

I mean, filling out those e37s...

I want to call your boss.

Won't stand in your way.

And I don't think you want to stand in ours, either.

I'm going to need to see all the usuals, okay? The outflow reports,

the monitoring logs, the test results...

What's in here? It's off-limits to visitors.

You think we're visitors?

This is a working refinery. And that's why we're here.

G, behind you.

Could be Cole.

What seems to be the problem?

They said you were dead.

They said the same thing about you.

Kensi, meet an old friend from Moscow:

Ethan Stanhope.

Now known as John Cole.

I think we just lost the advantage.

You pay people

Good money, you expect them to finish the job.

Maybe you can get a refund.

Must've cost you a lot to falsify

a death certificate in Vegas. Who did they shoot anyway?

Someone no one would miss.

World's full of them.

Couldn't afford people asking

why I had survived when the rest of you hadn't.

Yeah, that's why I thought Arkady was behind this.

He said you tried to kill him, you missed.

Two times.

Third time's a charm, set for next week.

Well, I misjudged him.

Lots of people do.

Still fighting the old enemy, you know?

Even though the curtain's down, and the wall is rubble.

I need to remember to apologize.

So this was all about the oil?

Deal's about to be signed.

Gonna have to show myself, go public.

And if any of those three men saw you, then...

would have been embarrassing.

Not to mention costly.

What is the going rate these days to sell out

to a Russian crime syndicate, Ethan?

More than I'll ever spend.

How many hits did you take?

Five. Thanks for asking.

I'll just need one.

Sam, you got a shot?

Yeah, but if it goes through him, I'll hit

a gas storage tank.

You don't really think we came here alone, do you?

My car's at the back service gate.

Go!

Don't move! Don't you move!

We good?

We're good.

Turn over, tough guy.

Turn over. Turn over.

Put your hands behind your back.

Not such a bad day after all.

Hard call.

But the right call.

Have you ever counted up the homes before?

Thirty-seven.

From when he was five

to the age of 18,

he changed foster homes every few weeks,

and sometimes every few days.

The longest he ever stayed in one place

was with Alina Rostoff's family.

Three months.

I checked.

The, uh, parents died years ago.

Alina stayed on with the house, so...

Three months.

Must have been something special.

Don't you think?

As I live and breathe, a convert.

I was tasting the paper. Aha.

Anything exotic?

Just tea. Well...

Every journey starts with a small step.

From Arkady.

Through back channels.

Enjoy.

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