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Previously On NCIS: Los Angeles

I thought
I'd surprise my husband.

He's been living
in this country

under the name Branston Cole.

You shot him.

You put him into an
assisted living facility

as your husband,
under a new name,

so you could keep working him
for information.

That is quite a theory,
Mr. Callen.

NELL:
Kohl allegedly had

a little black book
on some of his

secret operations of the KGB,

the U.S. and Israel,

Every spook will be looking
for that intel,

and we need to find it first.

I don't want the book.

I want Cole.
I'm sorry, Herta.

HETTY:
My plan is to prevent
an onslaught

of foreign operatives

from tearing this town apart
looking for that book.

♪ ♪

WOMEN:
Hi.

Hi.

(siren wailing)

(siren stops)

Need your license, registration
and proof of insurance.

Sure.

What's up?

Reports of someone
dealing marijuana to minors.

Said they drove
a red convertible.

It's not us, Officer.

Your plates don't match
your vehicle's VIN.

Going to have
to impound your car

unless you agree
to a voluntarily search.

You're kidding.

You want to open the trunk?

Sure.

No problem.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Open it.

I like guns.

Everybody gets excited
about the big guns.

Me, I like the
point two-two.

Goes in the skull,
bounces around.

Turns the brain to soup.

No... no... no!

(screaming)

(silenced gunshot)

♪ NCIS: LA 2x10 ♪
Deliverance
Original air date on November 23, 2010

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CALLEN:
Oh...

He gets one.
All right.

Next basket wins.
Gotta win by two points.

No, sudden death.
We already did that.

Next basket...
champion of the world.

Okay.
That's it.

(dog barks)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

That doesn't count.

That doesn't count.

You're dead.

Champion of the world.

Hetty said you can't
bring rescues in here.

It's not a rescue,
it's a police dog,

and we're training.

That dog cost me
champion of the world.

Looks like your dog's got mange.

See, Monty and I
do undercover work

together, don't we, Monty?

Yeah, he has a way of making
the bad guys feel at ease.

Kind of looks like you.

Do you look like me?

Yeah, you do,
'cause I'm your daddy, aren't I?

Oh, they are clearly in love.

Clearly, love is blind.

You know what? One day, this dog
will save your life.

Right.

Come here. Cover his eyes.

(sighs) And you...

(quietly):
attack. Attack.

Just kidding...
don't attack.

Gentlemen,
feast your eyes on this.

You know what this is?

Plastic explosives.

Goes in there.

Keep 'em closed, Monty.

Hidden...

inside the bag.

And now... all right,
you can let go...

Monty... find the bomb.

(whimpers)

Find the bomb, Monty.

Find the explosive, Monty.

Monty, go find the explosive.

Go that way.
(panting)

How old is this dog?
You know what?

He can't do this
if he's sensing your hostility.

Aren't police dogs supposed to
work in hostile environments?

I don't get it... this usually
works at the dog park.

Yeah, terrorists bomb
a lot of dog parks.

You are intimidating him.

Oh, yeah, he looks terrified.

(whimpers)

Sam, one day, that dog's
going to save your life.

Guys, weird call from Hetty.

Something about a shooting.

(whines)
DEEKS:
What's your deal?

It's just us now.

That's how it's going to be?

Now you look.

That's perfect.

Just embarrass me

in front of my friends
and my colleagues.

Really? You're just going to...

Oh, I should've sold you
to that animal testing lab.

(indistinct chatter)

(thunder rolling, rain falling)

BRANDSTON:
Who are you?

BRANSTON:
Who are you?

Thank you, Rosemary.

I'm Sylvia.

I'm your wife.

Have you forgotten?

You remind me of someone else.

Did you pee?

What sort of question is that?

The sort of question

a wife asks her husband
when he's having trouble peeing.

Why are you here?

To read to you.

I always read to you.

It's still raining.

(thunder rumbles)

Yes, Branston.

It looks as if
it could rain forever.

CALLEN:
Hetty.

I knew that nurse.

Rosemary Edmonds.

She was very kind.

She bought me
a Christmas present once.

You played Cole's wife
that often?

When one's... life
is based on deception,

my marriage to Branston

might be as close as I've
ever gotten to the real thing.

SAM:
Looks like
two different calibers.

Two shooters, soft target
surrounded by civilians.

They didn't need
to kill the nurse

or the security guard
in the hallway.

No, but they did.

Without compunction,
without compassion.

They've changed the rules.

Branston would be appalled.

DEEKS:
Well, this is where
it all ends.

It's not that bad.

You can learn a lot
from older people.

Their wisdom, kindness.

(licks lips salaciously)

Oh, my God, oh, my
God, did he just...?

Retirement communities
have the highest rate

of sexually
transmitted diseases

in comparison to
any other demographic.

Please stop talking.

Why? Gives you something
to look forward to.

Why do you think they call it
the rocking chair?

Enough.

All the security cameras
feed into here.

Hard drives have all
been removed.

No home movies for us.

Branston Cole
was an East German spy

who took asylum in the West.

He was a traitor.

Well, sure, 25 years ago.

That's a long time
to hold a grudge.

SAM:
Not just revenge.

These drawers
have been searched.

They were looking for something.

That little black bloody book.

First Renner, now Cole.

They won't stop
until they get it.

"They" being?

Any of a myriad

of foreign security agencies

that believe the bloody book
still has value.

Hetty...

if anyone knows about
your relationship with Cole,

they're going to assume
you know where the book is.

Means we'll have to protect you.

I can protect myself.

I'd like to find the men
who did this

and put their heads on spears.

Is that what you used to do
in the old days, Hetty?

They changed the rules,

not me.

(knocking on door)

Surveillance was ripped out,

but Mr. Shmunger in room 27

was kind enough to lend
us his security camera.

It was pointed
into the hallway.

ERIC:
There.

He turns his head.

Need to enhance that, Eric.

ERIC:
I'll run an image trace,

see if we can bring out
the details.

CALLEN:
It's not your fault, Hetty.

I thought

that with Mattias
in custody, it was done.

Finished.

I was wrong.

And if I'm at fault, that's why.

And from that, everything
that followed, Mr. Callen.

We can't protect everyone.

I said that to you.

My first day on the job.

I remember.

It'd do you some good
to remember as well.

So this little black book.

Three decades
of Cold War treachery.

Names of spies,

identities of sleeper agents

and traitors from a dozen
different countries.

The power to bring down
governments.

Yes, Mr. Callen, still.

So everyone believes.

(picks up phone)

(punches in number)
Leave the book to me,

and I'll leave you
to sharpen the spears.

NELL (over intercom): Hetty?
HETTY: Miss Jones, my office.

NELL: I'm on my way.

Any luck?

Not enough for facial
recognition yet.

I know those guys.

You can't identify them
from that.

LAPD just put out an all-points.

A cop was killed this morning.

Dash-cam video
from the patrol car.

Same guys, right?

(typing)

(beeping)

Ten out of ten
facial points match up.

Can we hear what
they're saying?

It's too far away for audio.

Can you read them?

Play it back.

Bistro...

Bis...

I don't know that word.

Bistro, like café?

No.

"Bistro ukhodim."

It's Russian.

It means
"We got to move."

GRU?

Russian Military Intelligence?

They're here for Cole's book.

Eric? Run them through
facial recognition.

Compare them
to all known GRU agents.

We need to know
who we're dealing with.

I'll give Hetty the good news.

Cool table.

It's Victorian,
mid to late 18th century.

And I'm guessing, not a repro.

Sebastian Renner's boyfriend
had taste.

Mm.

And deep pockets.

Renner used
his friend's business here

to hide his arms deals.

There must be a lot
of money hidden somewhere.

That's what we're after?

I thought we were looking for
the hard copy of Cole's book.

We're after
whatever we can find,

Miss Jones.

Move to Renner's house

and take it apart brick by brick
if you have to.

I'll do my best.

I believe you will, Miss Jones.

HETTY:
Mattias.

This is getting to be a habit.

I told my director

that he might someday regret

having passed you on to the CIA.

And one day later?

The regret is all mine.

And now you're asking yourself,
why would the CIA free me?

Especially
after I tried to kill you.

Obvious answer.
You're working for them.

You get your freedom.

What do they get?

The book.

Ah. You said you didn't
think it even existed.

Doesn't matter what I think.

The CIA believes it exists.

And by your presence here,

so do you.

Although I do find it odd.

This office

has already been
thoroughly searched.

Then why are you here, Mattias?

Because the easiest way
to find the book...

Is to follow me.

You're aware there
are other players.

Isn't it in both our interests

that the Russians
don't get the book?

The Russians.

(sighs) Then I can trust you

to leave my agent inside alone.

She'll find nothing.

And you know it.

It's a shell game.

You want us looking here

so we're not looking
somewhere else.

I could shoot you
right now, Mattias.

But you're not even
worth the paperwork.

(keyless entry remote chirps)

(car door opens)

We've identified the
shooters. They are...

Russians. Tell me something
I don't know, Mr. Callen.

No facial recognition.

They're not regular GRU agents.

And we're thinking
they could be sleepers.

Been here for years.

Has Nell checked in?

She found nothing, so she
moved on to Renner's house.

I, on the other hand, think
I might have found the book.

ERIC: I couldn't find any
evidence that Sebastian Renner

had a laptop.

But that didn't
really make sense.

An arms dealer like Renner
must have had dozens

of offshore accounts.

He'd have to keep track
of that money.

ERIC:
So I ran a check.

He used internet cafés.

Different computer
every time, which means

he needed to store his
information in cyber space.

Now, there's only
one Web connection

to Renner that I could find.

He put his house up for sale for
a brief period two years ago.

This is the listing
for the house.

Renner was hiding his
information in plain sight,

in all the ones and zeros

that make up the code
to the photographs.

Now, when I extracted anomalies

hidden in this photo...

Now, some are offshore accounts,

but look at this.

Cole's book was his
"get out of jail free" card.

What's the number next to it?

It's an account
of the Certified National Bank

in downtown L.A.

The account is attached to
a safe deposit box, number 999.

We need the key to that box.

That's why I searched
Renner's house.

Where did you get that?

From a little birdie.

Good job, Miss Jones.

Mr. Beale.

Need to get
into that bank, Eric.

I can set you up with an ID
as Renner's attorney,

who's authorized
to access the box.

Sharpening the spears
is going to have to wait.

CALLEN:
Anybody see anything?

Wait a second.

I've got one of the guys
who killed the cop.

He's at the bus stop

across the street.

SAM:
Three more guys in a Jaguar

pulling up behind you, G.

This is a stakeout.

A stakeout for what?

Us. Cole must have told them
about Renner's safe deposit box

before they killed him.

Without the key, they're stuck.

They're waiting for us
to get the book.

Then they're going
to try and take it.

They got to
I.D. us first.

(cell phone rings)

Yeah?

BLOND RUSSIAN:
Do not move, Agent Callen.

Sam, I think they already have.

BLOND RUSSIAN (on
phone): Get the book.

Give it to us, or you die.

Simple.

Tell me you understand.

I understand.

(line disconnects)

DEEKS: Shooter's
at the top of the steps,

just to the right
of the public library.

Okay. Let's take him out.
No.

The laser was to
get our attention.

There could be a
second shooter.

Sam, we're going to have
to play by their rules.

I can't go into the bank.

You're going to have to do it.

Eric, I need
back-stopping now.

I'm going to need
at least five minutes.

You've got two.

(phone ringing)

Here.

You have an agent at the
Certified National Bank.

One of our

CIA friends
is about to join him.

When your man gets the book,

please give it to him.

You are aware that the Russians

are also at the bank?

Yes.

Give me the book, then
the Russians are my problem.

Mr. Callen,

one of our cousins
is about to join you.

Do whatever he tells you to do.

Do you understand me?

I understand.

Mr. Hanna?

Yeah. I got it, Hetty.

Welcome to the party.

You realize we have company?

You wearing a vest?

No.

You should always wear a vest.

Send in one of your people
to get the book.

I'm not starting a firefight
in the middle of Downtown L.A.

Gonna try something
a little more elegant.

What do you have in mind?

Give the Russians
something to chase.

Kensi, cross over to my car.

SAM:
Eric, how we doing?

Going to need more time.

Go into the bank.

Ask to see
the safe deposit boxes.

Just tell them you're thinking
about opening an account.

Check out the boxes.
Exit the bank.

Act nervous.
Pretend like you have the book.

Bait and switch.

The Russians will follow you.
Deeks?

I'll have her back.

When you exit the bank...

Escape and evade?

Easy as pie.

One more thing.

Got any gum?

Well, I guess Mattias doesn't
trust us after all, Sam.

Eric, the clock is running.

You do realize this is a bank
I'm breaking into?

How's the arm?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Suppose you're wearing
a vest, then?

Yeah.

And no, you can't borrow it.

Totally understand.

Forget I even mentioned it.

She's coming out.

SAM:
Hi.

I need to access a safety deposit box.
Of course.

Name?

Sebastian Renner.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Renner's deceased.

I have power of attorney.

Go! Go!

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(gunshot, CIA agent groans)

Sorry about that.

Did that hurt?

Yeah. Bastard.

Sebastian... Renner.

And you have
Mr. Renner's key?

Yeah.

And your name?

In case anyone's interested,
I'm not ready.

My name?
It needs to be on record.

My name is...

Maurice T. Grayson.

Maurice T. Grayson.

T for?

Thomas.

Tony. T is for Tony.

But I prefer Tony.

WOMAN:
Diane, can you
authorize this?
Oh.

♪ Running out of time, Eric. ♪

That's right.

Okay.

That's all in order.

If you'd like to follow me,
Mr. Grayson.

Please, call me Tony.

Can you see the shooter?

I'm guessing he left
with his buddies.

You want to stick your head
up there and take a little peek?

Sam, the Russians are
going to figure out

they've been had, and they're
going to be coming back.

We got to make a move.

I got it.

Thought I dropped it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Can I help you?

He's with me.

(sighs)

The box is empty, Hetty.

And Mattias?

Gone.

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(metal crunching,
glass shattering)

Oh! That looked painful.

Want to get some ice cream?

Deeks! Look out!

(tires squeal)

Give us the book.

We don't have it.
Purse.

Told you.

Then get in the car.

Uh-uh. She's not going anywhere.

Then four of us die,

and one of us lives.

He's got a point.

All right. Take me.

Deeks.

DEEKS:
She's just a cop.

You know? She's
not even an agent.

Tell you the truth, no one
really even likes her that much.

You know, too pretty
for her own good.

Kind of a snob.
Get in the car.

Kensi, don't move.

Nice try, Deeks.

Kensi.

It's okay.

You'll get me back.

Tell your superior...

her life for the book.

Oh, yeah? How do you know
I'm not the superior?

I could be.

Kensi?

(air hissing)

Damn it!

(tires squealing)

Eric, I got a license plate
for you.

It's Nine-Queen-John-Item,

Nine-Zero-Five.

They got Kensi.

Anonymous caller
phoned in a Web site

to the Navy
yard in D.C.

They just forwarded
Eric the link.

(sighs)

Tell us
you can trace that, Eric.

ERIC:
Routing through Europe.

Milan, Oslo,

Barcelona, Frankfurt.

These are all proxies.

That's not the question, Eric.

ERIC:
Yeah, and not the answer.

This is my fault?

No.

My plan, my fault.

HETTY:
The Cold War was built
on the illusion of power.

Silos with no missiles in them.

Missiles with no warheads.

Little black books

that weren't really
little black books at all.

They'll never believe you.

They would have believed me
in Cole's day.

Well, this isn't Cole's day,
Hetty.

And you don't think it's mine,
either, do you, Mr. Callen?

(phone ringing) (sighs)

(ringing continues)

Do you know where these
barbarians have taken my agent?

I'm sorry, Herta.

I don't know.

You've never been sorry

for anything, Mattias.

Don't start pretending now.

I need the book.

You'll have to get it

off the Russians after
I've exchanged it for my agent.

The Agency is calling
your director.

He'll tell them to go to hell.

For a time.

But then, under protest,
he will agree.

You don't know my director.

But I do know you, Herta.

A hundred agents could die,

and you still would not hand
that book over to the Russians.

I need time
to retrieve my agent.

You have one hour.

Mr. Deeks.

We're going to give the
Russians what they want,

and we're going
to get back Miss Blye.

I thought
we didn't have the book.

That is a problem.

SAM:
Why isn't she moving?

She should be trying
to find a way to escape.

She's just standing there.

She knows she's being watched.

(pulls back slide,
bullets clicks into place)
She's waiting...

(Deek releases slide lock)

for us.

ERIC:
Contact. The Russians

just posted a time
and the place on the Web site.

Exchange is in 30 minutes.

Miss Jones?

NELL:
But I'm nowhere
near done.

Well, what you've
done will have to do.

(sighs)

Well, I've added
a single microdot

next to each page number.

All taken
from Renner's bookmark,

but it's names and places
mostly.

Like I said, it's
all declassified.

You could find out more
by googling the Cold War.

How many pages?
Seven.

But only the first three
will stand up to scrutiny.

The others are deteriorated
because they're so old.

Three it is.

Bring her home, Mr. Callen.

What about Mattias?

I'll take care of Mattias.

He's working for the CIA.

We're on the same side,
remember?

Show time, Deeks.

I hate opening nights.

BLOND RUSSIAN:
1984.

Los Angeles Olympics.

Jetpacks,

pianos, marching bands.

But no Russians.
No.

No Russians.

The last cold years

of the Cold War deprived us

of a famous victory
over America.

Come on. We would have whipped
your ass, and you know it.

The book.

I don't see her.

She's close.

Microdots

beside each page number.

You know what?

Why don't we forget
track and field,

and just jump straight
to the closing ceremonies?

Hey, Dolph Lundgren?

No girl, no secrets.

Kensi?
KENSI: Deeks! Stop!

Switch off the lights.

Okay.

Now we know why

you didn't move.

It's not like a disco ball
kind of thing, is it?

They're triggers.

Break the beam,
the explosives detonate.

Okay. Yeah. Bomb squad.

Deeks,

I can't stand here any longer.

Please.

No, no. It's okay. It's okay.

We'll, uh... Plan B.

Okay. What's plan B?

Hmm?

I'm working on it.

(gasps)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What, plan "B" is to put
me out of my misery?

They're laser triggers.

If the collector is receiving
light at the right frequency,

it's not going to register
the beam has been broken.

Okay.

You've seen this
being done before, right?

Yeah... no...
I mean, kind of, yeah, well,

you know, in a book.

It was very helpful.

We could call the bomb squad.

Just...

Okay.

This one.

Ready?

Hey!

Kensi.
(gasps)

Okay.

(sighs)

Easy.

Oh...

Are you kidding me?

That one.

DEEKS:
I can't get it.

I think you're going to have
to do this one yourself.

Easy.

Kensi.

Are you sure?

No.

On three.

You ready?

One.

Two.

BOTH:
Three.

(grunts)

Deeks, status.

(panting)

CALLEN:
Deeks, what's your status?

We're good.

You okay?

Uh-huh.

I got to pee.

I think I just did.

(both laugh)

(mutters in Russian)

What's he saying?

(speaking Russian)

He's saying, "Help me."

Sam, he's saying it in Russian.

They're not CIA.

Which means Mattias has been
playing Hetty all along.

BRANSTON:
Herta.

Herta.

(speaking German)

(speaking German)

Because it could have been me.

And I couldn't stand
to live without knowing

that someone out there
gave a damn.

Next time just shoot straight.

I used to feel
remorse coming here.

And today...

I just feel relief.

Hello, Mattias.

We are getting old, Herta.

Who will be next?

Possibly you

when the CIA finds out
you double-crossed them.

The Agency offered me freedom;
the Russians offered me money.

I took both...

and now I have lost contact
with my Russian friends.

What should I presume?

The worst.

Cole's book haunts us all.

Everyone's secrets...

the Russians, the Germans,
the CIA, yours...

mine.

It should have died with him.

What makes you so sure
it didn't?

I need to know
you'll never use it, Herta.

Then, for both our sakes,
shoot straight.

There is no book,
is there, Herta?

There never was.

Tough night to be
working at Langley.

Oh, it's embarrassing.

Russians running around,

pretending to be working
for the Agency.

What's the world coming to?

Ah, you've seen worse.

Mattias is still out there.

So he is.

He was playing you all along.

I was a fool to fall for it.

You know, I've never
actually read this book.

A gift...

from an old friend.

Good night, Mr. Callen.

Should we be worried
about Mattias?

No.

You shouldn't, Mr. Callen.

(keyless entry remote chirps)

You've been looking for a book.

We thought
you might like this one.

CALLEN:
Your wife.

Your home.

Very nice vacation home.

Oh, does your wife
know about her?

No?

What about
the secret bank accounts?

Everything you love.

Everything you own.

If anything ever
happens to Hetty,

anything,

we will come for you.

I have no reason...

to harm her.

The book... does not exist.

That's a good boy.

(panting)

(sighs)

It never did.

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