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WOMAN: Do you mind?

Go ahead.

You in town for business?

Something like that.

WOMAN: I'm actually here to forget about business.

You know, you should try it sometime.

Maybe I will.

Excuse me.

(PDA beeping)

(beep, click)

(gasping)

(engine accelerates)

♪ NCIS: LA 2x02 ♪ Black Widow Original air date on September 21, 2010

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DEEKS: All right, you ready for this?

Here it comes.

KENSI: Oh, uh, uh, Matisse?

DEEKS: Nope. Munch.

Um... Van Gogh?

No. Cezanne. Wow. You really do suck at this.

So you wouldn't buy it.

Absolutely not.

I mean, I don't know if I would.

I mean, it depends.

I guess it depends kind of the price.

I mean, yeah, no--

I definitely would, I definitely, I would.

You hazing the new guy or is he hazing you?

Haze me, Kensi, please?

Seurat.

Monet.

Oh, bing-bing-bing!

Sam proceeds to the bonus round.

And Kensi wins the consolation prize otherwise known

as a steaming bucket of fail.

What case is this?

KENSI: It's not a case. It's Anna Kline.

My best friend from childhood

who's visiting L.A.

Our fathers were stationed at Camp Lejeune.

We stayed close. Meeting her for lunch today.

Married, four-year-old son.

She in the art business?

She thinks I am.

Told her I was a curator at a gallery.

A curator?

I had to choose a cover story.

Art galleries are cool,

glamorous, filled with sophisticated people.

Who know about art.

DEEKS: I once dated a girl

for three months who thought I was a dentist.

Dr. Deeks, DDS. Then one night

we were at dinner, and her filling falls out.

And she's sitting across from me,

and she's crying out in pain, begging for me to help.

What'd you do?

Ordered shots of 151-proof rum.

Told her to soak it in it,

kill all the germs.

Pretty soon she couldn't feel her face, let alone her tooth.

It was hilarious. (chuckles)

(Hetty clears throat)

You know, everyone in our line of work has this

regrettable, necessary choice.

Either be a hermit or be a cover story.

Hetty, "Cover story" is just a more dignified way

of saying "lie"-- I am lying to my friend.

Well, sometimes it's better to just leave the lie in place.

If a loved one really cares

about you, the lie won't matter.

Are you speaking from experience, Hetty?

It's amazing how much one can learn

from field manuals, Mr. Callen.

(Beale whistles)

Ladies and gentlemen, it's that time again.

You may want to cancel any impending lunch plans.

Anyone heard from Nate?

Nope, not a call, not even an email.

We don't even know where he is.

What do you have for us, Eric?

The anatomy of a perfect hit.

Cyprus: Meet Special Agent Dan Williams, NCIS.

Yesterday, he was meeting a contact.

He was aware that he was being watched.

His tradecraft is good.

He's spotted all security cameras and exits.

He's keeping an eye on the crowd.

SAM: She's running interference.

But for whom?

This guy-- upstairs in Williams's room.

Williams is focused on the threats

in the lounge but not upstairs.

Flirty lady's keeping him busy.

DEEKS: And she's staying anonymous, too.

The shape of her hair's

hiding her face from the cameras in the lounge.

Just like that Sheik's keffiyeh

obscuring his face from the camera.

That cocktail waitress is only serving people

who are head-on to the cameras.

All we can see is the back of her head.

The hats look natural with their outfits.

No I.D. possible.

Oh, right there-- what was that?

BEALE: He sent a file from his PDA to the NCIS cloud

before he got killed.

Unfortunately, it got corrupted.

The sporty couple-- they're tipping off the guy in the room.

Agent Williams was killed by an injection

of succinylcholine.

It causes instant cardiac arrest.

Made it look like he died of natural causes

upon first examination.

20 minutes ago, a man used

a Canadian passport to enter LAX from London.

INS photo caught 18 points of interest.

16 of which match... John White.

It's an alias.

Where is he now?

Being detained by Customs at LAX.

He's been told it's a routine search.

They're waiting for us.

You arrest him, he may not talk.

He could be in town for something bigger.

We could take a chance.

Let him go, tail him, see what he's up to.

Just snatch him later.

It's risky.

He killed one of ours.

And if he's detained,

he'll already suspect he's being gamed.

If he's in town for something bigger,

it might be a risk worth taking.

If he does get away,

it's gonna be on us.

I like a little bit of pressure.

It does make things more interesting.

I want you two to cover the other end of the case.

Agent Williams was investigating

a rebel group in Chechnya.

He suspected they were buying small arms

from a corrupt source inside the Navy.

And how far are we away from fixing that file

that Williams sent from his PDA?

Uh, we're moving slowly but surely.

It's 13% complete.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport.

(woman speaking Spanish over P.A.)

Dentist, gallery curator.

The point of your cover story is to simplify your life,

not make it harder.

This is the man who once posed

as a sommelier for an entire year.

I've got my vintages, varietals and appellations down pat.

How could I forget?

Merlot, Bordeaux, Pinot.

You bought a gold pin and you wore it.

It was my day-to-day cover story, and I earned that pin.

I didn't buy it.

I took classes and I graduated.

I went all out to develop my palate.

You wore a pin shaped like a corkscrew...

for a year.

You were a magician once.

Not magician. Illusionist.

You bought a white rabbit, G.

It came with the hat. There he is.

Here we go.

Taxi!

He's going around the block again.

Something's not right.

SAM: Cabbie's taking him in circles.

He's not taking him to a meet, this is the meet.

He knows the cab driver.

It's going down right now in front of us.

(tires squeal)

(tires squeal)

He's stopping.

No, he's not.

(man grunts)

I knew I should've drove.

Federal agent! Stop!

(engine revving)

(tires squeal)

(horn honking)

(tires squeal)

(dog barking)

Don't move!

Don't move.

(handcuffs clicking)

(horn blares)

(crunching, hissing)

(tires screeching)

DRIVER: Hey! What's going on?

CALLEN: Federal agent! Stay back!

(steam hissing)

We got nothing.

(speed dial beeping)

It was a gypsy cab, Kensi.

Fake medallion number, fake plates.

Driver's in the wind.

I didn't get a good enough look to even give a description.

Move it.

Have Eric keep checking for cameras.

CALLEN: Yeah, we're headed to the boathouse.

Lost him?

For now.

Can't you pull him out of your hat?

(sighs)

Williams was investigating a rebel group in Chechnya

called the Grozny Emirate.

Islamic radicals with ties to Al Qaeda.

Founded nine years ago by Vakar.

No known last name.

KENSI: Just Vakar? One name.

In the grand tradition of Cher, Madonna, Bono...

Ah, great. And this is the best image we've got?

Oh, planning subway bombings in Moscow

probably isn't a photo- friendly occupation.

Or a safe one.

Vakar was killed by Russian forces seven years ago.

Well, hiring a hit squad of this caliber

to take out an American agent isn't cheap.

Williams' file says the Grozny Emirate only has $5 million

in liquid assets.

Something doesn't track-- they can't afford it.

I mean, the money or the spotlight

that comes with killing an NCIS agent.

Unless it was personal.

Jon Craig.

British citizen.

Former SAS out of Credenhill.

CALLEN: So, Jon... throwing away 20 years of service

to become a killer-for-hire?

I'm curious.

My pension didn't hold my interest. Huh.

My pension wasn't great either.

But I got hobbies.

And a gold corkscrew pin.

Don't ask him.

I'm a professional.

Either charge me or release me.

Actually, there's a third option.

Because you're a foreign national

and you're a suspect in the murder of a federal agent,

you're classified as an enemy combatant.

Do you know what that means, Jon?

SAM: It means you play ball with us

or we ship your ass off to prison

in an undisclosed location with a whole lot of sand

and very little regard for human rights.

That professional enough for you?

What sort of deal are you offering?

Gentlemen, someone in this city is going to die very soon

unless you give me an incentive to help.

We can reroute your prison flight from Tunisia to Florida.

I would take that.

If you think Tunisian prison cuisine sucks,

well, believe me, the lack of plumbing is even worse.

m in Los Angeles for a hit.

My team's been hired

to complete a lethal action

on a local target.

SAM: Who's the target?

I don't know.

Who hired you?

I don't know.

I get my fee via wire transfer.

We're a team--

same as you-- with security protocols.

We don't know the name of the target or the target's location

until we check in at a predetermined rally point.

Who was driving the taxi?

My contact.

That's all I know about the hit.

With you off the board, there is no hit anymore, right?

Wrong.

Each of us has a backup in place,

in case this exact scenario should occur.

If I don't turn up to do the job, then my backup does.

If he doesn't hear from me within the next hour,

he goes in.

Has your backup met the rest of the team members?

No.

SAM: You want to pose as Craig's backup,

walk into the squad's rally point,

and tell them Craig didn't check in, you're stepping up?

CALLEN: When they take me through the plan,

we will have the target's name and location.

I stay with the hit squad.

You get a tactical team into position at the kill point.

You move in before the hit happens,

we take these guys out.

Craig is the only one we positively I.D.'d in Cyprus,

which means we can't arrest them

till right before the hit goes down.

Catch them red-handed while they're already on high alert.

This is a dangerous op we're talking about.

I know this is the only way,

but it doesn't mean I gotta like it.

Call your backup, tell him everything's fine.

(handcuffs click)

You're going to tell me everything there is to know about him.

These are highly trained individuals.

Former military and intelligence.

You won't last five minutes.

That's my problem.

I appreciate your concern, Jon.

Just make the call.

This time, I'm driving.

(door opens)

His name is Nathan Wilson.

(keypad beeps)

SAM: Take me through your cover story.

I'm Nathan Wilson, former Green Beret,

buddy of Jon Craig's

from our contracting days in the Green Zone.

I'm good to go.

My button mic is up and running.

I'll be here with Kensi and Deeks.

SAM: We hear the distress word, we'll be inside

in less than 60 seconds.

And the distress word is

"abracadabra."

(chuckles)

(men talking indistinctly)

CALLEN: Which one of you is Thierry?

I'm Nathan Wilson.

I don't know you.

Jon Craig missed his check-in call.

Why wouldn't Jon check in?

I don't ask questions.

I just stick to the plan.

He's clean.

I find this all very interesting.

Why's that?

Because I'm Nathan Wilson.

Did Jon Craig give us the wrong intel?

DEEKS: We gotta move in now.

Not yet. He didn't say the distress word.

SAM: I know my partner.

TAXI DRIVER (over earpiece): Okay, so tell me.

Who the hell is this guy?

Thierry, I know we haven't met,

but this guy has got to be a cop.

Jon is a professional.

If he doesn't check in,

it's because he's been arrested.

And he gave up this location

and my name; I don't know why.

But I don't know

who the hell this guy is, and I hope to God

you haven't given him any information on the target,

because this guy's a cop.

This guy's the cop, Thierry!

(over radio): He's covering his own ass!

CALLEN: He's outraged

and counter-accusing.

Standard police protocol

when your cover's been blown.

I heard all about it from a... a Fed

that Jon and I worked with

in the Green Zone.

You both have ten seconds to sort this thing out.

The loser dies.

THIERRY: Ten... Go.

nine...

eight...

seven...

six...

five...

four...

three...

two...

(chuckling)

I'm impressed.

Jon would've needed a new pair of skivvies.

TAXI DRIVER: Welcome to the team, Nathan.

(over radio): It was a test.

You passed. (laughs)

THIERRY: Target's name is Emma Mastin.

WOMAN: Location?

THIERRY: Sherman Oaks.

Eric, I need everything on Emma Mastin.

She lives in Sherman Oaks.

(typing)

"Emma Mastin."

29 years old.

No criminal record.

Looks like she's a stay-at-home mom.

ERIC: Perfect credit.

Normal balances in all of her accounts.

Married to...

Clay Mastin,

who also checks out.

No criminal record.

Both clean.

Why hire a pro hit squad to take out a soft target like her?

They're gonna whack some lady in the suburbs?

I'll watch G's back.

You two pay Emma Mastin a visit.

See what you can dig up on her.

And keep your cover story simple,

Dr. Deeks.

Eric, we're gonna need help getting in the front door.

I'm on it.

THIERRY: Initial surveillance indicates the target

goes to this Fields Market

on Moorpark every Tuesday at 4:00 p.m.

How long was the initial surveillance period?

Four weeks.

Our intel is solid.

Tradecraft is a dying art.

Nice to see someone pays attention to the details.

Well, welcome to the A-Team.

We'll be positioned inside

the grocery store when the target enters.

This will be an undercover operation.

We'll be posing as employees.

Why this market?

I mean, why not the parking lot or her house?

Wh-Wh-What makes this the ideal location?

I thought you didn't ask questions.

The parking lot is a half a block from the police station.

Her house has neighbors.

Potential witnesses who may remember anomalies.

And the market has multiple exits...

and access to three different freeways

within what, half a mile?

And a security camera blind spot located right here.

We'll make sure she lands on it.

THIERRY: And when she does, you'll strike.

Oh, if you miss for any reason,

I'll be there to complete the objective.

(phone line ringing)

HETTY: Yes? Hetty, it's me.

What do you have, Sam?

I got the hit squad's game plan.

It's going down this afternoon.

I need a tactical team

in position at the Fields Market on Moorpark.

(house alarm blares, then stops)

(alarm continues by going on, then off, then on)

What do you know about alarms?

Enough. I did two years-- LAPD Robbery Division.

Oh. I did an urban counter- surveillance course at Quantico.

Graduated top of my class.

I guess there's book smart and then there's street smart.

I'll run point.

I wasn't bragging.

Of course not.

You were just one-upping me.

I'm not a one-upper.

Not normally. Somehow just with me.

But have fun running point.

Great. Have fun watching.

See? One-upping.

Hi. Hi.

Mrs. Mastin,

we're from Live Feed Security.

Oh, what took you guys so long?

I keep turning it off,

but it keeps turning back on.

Let me take a look at the cue pad.

(alarm stops, keys beeping)

Here we go.

Okay, it was a system error.

Just needed to key in the master override code.

Mommy, the strange man is snooping.

Joshua, this man is our guest.

Be polite.

He made all the noises go away.

What's up, little man? I'm Marty.

JOSHUA: Do you play video games?

I do, I do.

But I'm actually, uh,

I'm actually working right now, Joshua.

Mommy, can he play?

Well...

if it's okay with you, Marty?

Um, yeah-- no, absolutely.

Show me the way. This way?

So how old is he? He's six.

Oh, my God, mine's four.

It all happened so fast, it blows my mind.

You're a working mom?

Yeah.

(video game blipping and whirring)

May I?

Sure.

That's my husband Clay.

DEEKS: You're awesome at this.

When do I go? You tell me when.

Yeah, like you said-- it feels like things happen so fast.

Right when we started dating I got pregnant.

Oh, you're so much better than me.

But we were in love.

Took it as a sign-- got married. DEEKS: Oh! Dunzo!

You got me, buddy.

Beautiful family. I'm really lucky to have Clay.

(Joshua speaking foreign language)

I've actually never heard that language before, Mrs. Mastin.

I just have to ask, uh, what is it?

It's Chechen.

KENSI: There's something you need to know.

My partner and I are federal agents. NCIS.

Someone wants you dead.

(scoffs)

That doesn't make any sense.

Please leave my house.

Emma, we're not here to arrest you.

We're here to help you.

But to do that, you have to work with us.

Go.

You're in serious danger.

You and your family.

I need to know the truth for your family's sake.

Please, be honest with me.

Sometimes it's easier

to just leave the lie in place, isn't it?

Nathan...

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

Hey, guys, I don't speak Arabic.

It's not Arabic, it's Farsi.

I don't speak that either.

The syringe is in the bag.

Don't stick yourself.

No gun? You won't need one.

(speaking Farsi)

(men conversing in Farsi)

(men speaking Farsi over radio)

(auto dial beeping)

(phone line ringing)

DEEKS: Hello. Deeks, Vakar's still alive.

Whoa, but the file said

he was killed seven years ago by Russians.

The file was wrong.

Vakar is the one who put the hit out on Agent Williams.

Now he's got them after Emma Mastin.

(phone chimes)

What's up, dude?

Why does Vakar want you dead?

He's alive.

He hired a hit squad.

I... have no idea why some Chechen psycho

wants me, of all people, dead.

Emma, can you stop lying to me, please?

We're here to protect you.

We can only do that if you help us.

Even if you stop this hit squad, he'll just send another one.

There is a way to end this right now.

Who are you?

Someone who is willing to do anything to protect her family.

That is not an answer.

Let them come.

Use me as bait.

I can't ask you to do that.

I'm in no position to authorize it.

I'm volunteering.

I want to do it.

Why, Emma?

Because if Vakar did send these people,

I need to send a message back to him.

And what message is that?

It is not gonna be easy.

Talk to your team.

This is your best shot.

(line ringing)

MAN: Hello? We need to meet.

NCIS must be in real trouble if the Duchess of Deception

is meeting me in person.

Almost as much trouble as you were in, in Cape Town.

Cape Town.

Who is Emma Mastin?

Haven't heard that name in awhile.

She's a former Shahidka.

That's Chechen for...

Ooh, for "Black Widow." Mm-hmm.

Women whose terrorist husbands are killed in action.

Mm-hmm.

Islamic groups take advantage of their grief.

Program them to become suicide bombers.

But she obviously wasn't a suicide bomber.

She was no run-of-the-mill grieving widow, either.

She started as an operative.

Intensive training by ex-KGB.

She's fluent in five languages.

Run by Grozny Emirate.

Oh.

And she was good.

Solid tradecraft.

But scary.

Easily as deadly as any of the men.

Pardon my language, but how the hell did this woman

wind up a housewife in Sherman Oaks?

Typical Cinderella story.

If Cinderella was a Chechen assassin.

Callan's in place. Once Thierry moves in on Emma,

he'll intercept him.

We'll have the squad for attempted murder.

I'll be with the tactical unit on site.

I still don't feel comfortable

about putting her at risk like this.

You'll keep a tail on her outside the market.

Everything goes smoothly, we'll take this crew down.

ERIC: Guys, that file that Special Agent Williams

sent from his PDA-- it's now restored.

I'm sending it to the main screen.

A sonogram.

First trimester.

Date indicated is January 7, 2004.

Same month Vakar was supposedly killed.

Looks familiar, doesn't he?

Joshua.

I just spoke to my source.

Evidently Emma was

a former Grozny Emirate operative.

She thought her husband Vakar was dead.

Seven years ago,

he was seriously wounded in a raid by Russian forces

and barely survived.

He wanted everyone to think he had been killed.

Emma discovered she was carrying his unborn child,

flipped sides.

DEEKS: Agent Williams figured out that Vakar had a child,

and when Vakar knew what Williams knew,

he hired the hit squad to take him out.

Now Emma's the only thing standing between him

and the thing he wants

more than anything else in the world.

His son.

SAM: We're waiting on Callen's signal.

He'll give us the green light to move in.

AGENT (over radio): Roger that.

Take care of the employees?

They're tied up in the back.

The syringe is prepped?

Ready to go.

Good.

If you lose your opening, give me the word.

I'll clean up.

All right, thanks.

Protective detail just moved Joshua.

He's secure for now.

If Emma's a former operative,

then she's got situational awareness.

She knew what this was about from the very start.

That's why she offered herself up.

She's not a soft target; she just looks like one.

That's why Vakar sent professionals to take her out.

Hmm.

♪ ♪

Hi. Welcome to Fields Market.

What kind of cheese is this?

It's cheddar. It's been aged for five years.

Would you like to try one?

Maybe another time.

(glass shattering)

(chuckles)

If you like that sauce, you really need to try

the new cuts our butcher got in today.

They're that good, huh? I wouldn't steer you wrong.

They're just around the corner. I'd be happy to show you.

Just go right at the next aisle.

She'll be out in just a moment.

EMMA: Okay. Thank you.

She's in the blind spot.

Callen's about to tell Thierry the syringe is jammed.

Get ready to move in.

AGENT (over radio): Got it.

Thierry... syringe malfunction.

Time to step up.

Move on my command.

♪ ♪

Sam, I don't see Thierry anywhere.

Do not move in.

I repeat, do not move in. Something's up.

Thierry's changing up his plan.

Thank you.

This woman's good.

She's maintaining her cover.

Knows the hit squad's still watching her.

Thierry's gone, Sam.

I don't have him, either, G.

Damn it. Move in now.

Let's go! Move in! Move in!

Federal agents! Federal agents!

Federal agent. Nice try.

Likewise.

Stay down!

This team's a decoy.

Who's got eyes on Emma?

Kensi and Deeks.

She'll be heading home.

MAN: Keep it coming!

Good...

Keep it coming.

A bit more.

That's good.

We're blocked off from her.

It's a setup.

Cover my back. Right.

Ready... go.

Follow me.

(gunfire blasting, shells clattering)

(quiet stab, squish, Thierry gagging)

(sirens approaching)

Not bad for a magician.

Illusionist.

KENSI: Okay, great. Thank you.

So, Joshua's protective detail

should be here any minute now.

I thought I left that life behind.

From what I saw,

you seem to still be pretty good at it.

My husband's on his way home.

He's going to want answers.

He raised Joshua like his own flesh and blood.

I will tell him anything about my past that he wants to know,

but I can't tell him the truth about Joshua.

About his real father.

Vakar. Emma...

This is one lie that I need to keep in place, Kensi.

If this man loves you as much as you love him,

it's not going to matter.

The truth will not pull you apart.

If anything, it's going to bring you closer.

(door opening)

(breathlessly): Emma, what happened?

What's going on?

Who is this?

EMMA: Thank you... for everything.

There's something I need to tell you.

So, Emma and her family got their happy ending.

New names, new locations

and brand-spanking-new cover stories.

CALLEN: There's still one loose end.

You guys had an audience today.

SAM: Vakar.

He was there.

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

How'd it go with your friend?

I blew it. That's how it went.

(license clatters)

(sighs)

Felt like Anna saw straight through my cover story.

(sighs)

It gets easier, right?

Yes.

(wry laugh)

You're lying.

Am I?

Good night, Hetty.

HETTY: Oh, Sylvia. (drawer locks)

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