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(glass slide clinking)

(computer beeps) Oh.

You are not

of this world, my friend.

"U.S.N."

If I'm not mistaken...

which I often am...

you've got a naval signature.

Well, that's just weird.

Not weird at all. (gasps)

Toe-tag check!

Not sure where they think...

anyone's going.

Mrs. Smith... present.

Mr. Yusef Afzal

is under the guidance of the

eminently qualified Rose Carlyle.

Yeah. Sorry, Edward?

- Edgar.
- Edgar.

Um, I have to call a friend...

I mean, a colleague.

Don't touch anything.

Okay?

I can never get a signal in here.

What would I touch?

I love my job...

my temporary unpaid internship

that will hopefully lead to a

fully realized life.

Senator Garcia, esta presente.

Uh...

incoming are left up front.

(silenced gunshots)

(glass shattering)

(groans)

(gasps)

(knocking)

(panting)

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(metal door clanging)

HETTY: Do you think you're... clever?

That you can read people?

That you know things?

Well, I'm an undercover agent

for a highly respected federal agency,

(clanging) so...

I'm going to go with "yes."

And I'm sorry about your syrup.

What you so crassly referred to

as my "syrup"...

is my Michoacán

shade-grown agave nectar,

my personal sweetener.

But, however, it isn't that to which

I refer.

I've just, uh, received copies

of your Federal 360
coworker evaluations.

Perfect scores in every category,

for every coworker?

What can I say? You run a tight ship.

You know what you have to do with these.

Redo them.

I'll race you for it.

You think you can win?

Just because you're...

I didn't say that. Just because I'm...

I didn't say that either.

All right, let's do it.

Come on, top of the wall.

Top of the wall!

I have to, uh, warn you...

that if you indulge

in this sort of frivolity

and brinkmanship,

and I win,

I'm going to expect

these tomorrow.

(chuckles) Deal.

I also need to tell you

that I've had years of practice.

You don't scare me.

Well, maybe a little bit.

(laughs)

I seem to recall

a certain Sherpa saying

exactly that

just before I beat him

to the Everest summit...

with a broken arm.

You expect me to believe that?

Okay, see,

now you're bluffing.

On three.

One...

two...

Wise choice.

And no...

I won't do this

just for fun.

I wasn't going to ask.

Ask what?

Wait a minute.

Was she bluffing?

Who?

She does this to me every time.

She knows I think she's bluffing,

but then she starts with these

Yoda mind tricks...

Did Callen sleep last night?

So that I don't take the challenge...

which is what she wanted?

You didn't have him reading
Hegel again, did you?

Wasn't me.

I burned all my copies.

Copies of what?

Whoo-whoo! What are you
drinking? Coffee by the

half gallon. I'm literally

mainlining caffeine,

'cause it's much more efficient.

(slurps)

Yeah, that's an efficient way

of saying "efficient." So is this

why I have to pull over

every 20 minutes for you to pee?

CALLEN: It's a con!

No, it's a double-con,
that's what it is.

(cell phone rings)

That's exactly what it is.

(phone beeps) Callen.
Okay, what did I miss?

Hey, Rose.

ROSE: I came back.

I saw him and I ran.

CALLEN: Rose. ROSE: Oh, dear. Yeah.

Rose, slow down.

I, I, uh.. I, uh, yeah, uh...

Um, and I...

(EMTs grunting, garbled
radio transmission)

(heavy thud) (panting): So,

I was trying to call you,

but he wouldn't stop chatting.

Oh, dear! I shouldn't say that

now that he's dead.

And right here. He
didn't have far to go.

POLICE OFFICER: We're done.

So, I was walking out,

because reception in
here is lousy, but...

I came back, I saw him,

and I ran.

(shuddering groan)

Rose!

You need to listen to me.

They had a plan. They had guns.

You did the right thing.

Did I?

Then why do I feel so crummy?

Were you and Edgar close?

No. Not at all.

That-that's the worst part.

I barely knew him.

Nate always knew what to say.

Not that you guys don't, but...

you know. He's an
operational psychologist.

That's what he does for a living.

I miss him.

(cell phone buzzes) We all do.

CALLEN: You said you
were trying to call me?

Yeah, yeah.
I-I-I found

a-a residue on the body,

you know, the one that was stolen?

And I recognized

the naval signature: U.S.N.

U.S. Navy.

Nate and I talked about it once.

Um, so when I saw it,

I thought, "Do I know
anyone in the navy?"

I may need to see a
sample of that residue.

Of course.

Coroner's van is missing.

Eric's looking for it.

These guys are good. Residue

on a stolen body with a naval signature?

Does that sound normal to you?

No, it sounds classified to me.

They waited for the guard

to make his rounds, jimmied the door

down the hall,

came right in, walked out the same way.

Okay, so that is

there. We also have him

on camera here, here and here.

It's a closed circuit DVR deck,

but it's low resolution.

They're wearing caps,

and they are turned

away from the camera. Wow.

Bad guys, one;

cops, zero.

Downloading.

Funny, isn't it?

A thousand ways to die.

Only two ways to go, though:

cremated or buried.

Not me. I don't want to be buried,

and I certainly don't want to be burned.

Oh, you will have to choose:

casket or urn? No.

- I'm going for cryogenic suspension.
- Ah.

Mm-hmm. Frozen in a suspended state

of animation, and then

thawed out when they have

the medical technology to bring me back.

Can we keep you in the office?

Ooh, with a little viewing
window, like an aquarium.

That'd be so cool. You mock me now.

20 years from now,
I'm going to come back.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna marry your daughter.

Oh! Oh!

That is awkward. That is creepy!

You know what I would love, though,

is for you to be
my mother-in-law.

Think about that.

"Oh, Mrs. Blye, it's so good to see you.

What a wonderful one-piece
jumpsuit you're wearing."

Just stop it. You're
giving me nightmares.

It's just me helping
you with your walker

to the early-bird special. Shut up.

Hi.

Anything on the vic?

Ask Eddie Haskell.

Okay. I, uh, talked to LAPD,

and they're more than
happy to hand the case over.

The report says

it's a home invasion gone bad.

Yusef Afzal was killed

by blunt-force trauma to the head.

He was hit,

he fell,

and then died.

And then half-autopsied.

Then stolen. It's a bad day...

(phone buzzes) even for a dead guy.

Eric found the van.

Kensi, take Beaver, here, and

check it out, will you?

Beaver? Really?

Okay.

DEEKS: No, that's fine.

But if we're going to do a nickname,

maybe we should do
something cool, right?

Like Diesel?

Or, uh,
or-or D-Rock?

Or D-Unit?

Just think about it!

He's De-caf.

That's not much of a plan.

Steal a body,

steal a van,

drive four blocks,

abandon the van... and this
is completely nonsensical.

KENSI: Seems to have worked for them.

Looks like one of your
parking jobs, Deeks.

That's one of the
reasons I became a cop.

You can literally
park anywhere you want.

Seriously... why did you become a cop?

You mean, like, honestly?

No. Lie to me.

I wanted to protect people...

you know? I wanted to do something

that really made a
difference in people's lives.

That's really nice, Deeks.

That, and I know how much
girls love a guy in uniforms.

Overrated. Really?!

Overrated? The whole uniform thing?

You don't like that shiny badge?

Those tight polyester pants?

Door, Deeks.

One, two, three.

(grenade pin clattering)

Bomb!

(car alarms blaring, horns honking)

Maybe they did have a plan.

(sighs)

What do we know about
our stolen dead guy?

Yusef Afzal, 36 years old,

worked at Calwest Hospital
as a computer tech.

No criminal record, nothing on Interpol,

no watch lists, nothing.

He was born here,

never left the country.

He's, like, the most
boring guy in Venice.

And our body snatchers?

The bomb did an excellent job

of destroying any trace
of what they were doing.

No visuals, no prints, no DNA,

and we're still tracking down

that navy signature
that was found on Yusef.

So why do you steal a dead body?

Proof of death.

Satanic ritual.

Cannibalism.

Just thinking outside the box.

You need to get back in the box.

But why this one?

Why this corpse?

Why risk a murder
conviction to steal it?

Maybe he's not Yusef Afzal.

Could be a cover.

We could run Yusef's DNA, see
if he's in the SOCOM database.

It's a long shot.

If he's any kind of a jihadist,

he'd be keeping a low profile.

Either he was a sleeper
way below the radar

or Yusef has more
secrets than we realize.

All right, according to
the LAPD crime report,

neighbors heard yelling, came
over, knocked on the door,

called the alarm company
and 911 from the stoop.

Quite a neighborhood watch.

Report also says the
perps escaped out the back.

Case is cold from there.

Oh, can I help you?

Can we help you carry
Yusef's stuff to your car?

'Cause we're sort of
wondering who you are.

And now I'm wondering who you are.

We are investigating Yusef's murder.

(door closes)

Your turn.

Larissa Bay, his girlfriend.

I was just grabbing
a few things of ours.

You know, memories.

If you need it for evidence, take it.

It's okay.

Maybe you can tell us a little bit

about Yusef.

Where'd you guys meet?

At the hospital.

I'm the charge nurse
on the pediatric floor.

He was our computer tech.

I think he crashed my server

a few times just to come by.

The old workplace romance trick.

Sounds like you two were serious.

I think we both thought
it was going to be.

We were friends for years

and started dating on Valentine's Day.

The police are calling
this a home invasion.

Which is hard to believe.

It's ridiculously
safe... people everywhere.

Can you tell me about
Yusef's background?

Where was he from?

Was he religious?

His parents fled Beirut in the '70s.

They were Muslim but not observant.

So is that how he came to
have a nonobservant girlfriend?

I celebrate Christmas with
my dad and Seder with my mom,

and Yusef happily came

to both.

Any chance that's not his real name,

not his real background?

Yusef is not a closet
radical or a militant,

if that's what you're thinking.

What he is is completely
American. I'm just saying

that people have an ability
to hide a side of themselves.

Does your partner
hide anything from you?

DEEKS: Matter of fact, she does, yeah.

She got a junk food jones she
doesn't think I know about...

but I find the Twinkie wrappers

stuffed between the car seats.

That was one time on a stakeout.

If that was one time,
there's like 12 in a box...

The police report says
that you were working

the night of Yusef's death.

You think I had something to do with it?

DEEKS: Given the rocky family dynamic...

you know, you got different religions...

I think we're just saying...

You're not hearing me.

I loved Yusef.

After his shift, he'd suit up

and go into the NICU with
me to rock the babies.

You have this all wrong.

Evidently.

Well, if he went into the
NICU, he can't be all bad.

So you believe her?

I really wish somebody was lying.

Come on.

I'll go buy you a Ding Dong.

Yummy.

(computer beeps)

NELL: This is the residue Rose
got off Yusef's body, blown up.

See the geometric shapes?

It's a crystalline structure.

NELL: See the eensy-weensy
little numbers?

That's a classified
navy project identifier.

It took some digging.

'Cause if you're going to
make a number that small,

you're probably hiding something.

It's called Overwatch.

It's an experimental
Special Ops tracking system.

And?

And that's it.

One-line description, and
then nothing, nada, niente

in the system on who,
what, when, anything.

They won't even talk
about it over the phone.

Insisted we do it in person.

Overwatch?

I know, it's very Sauron.

That's Lord of the Rings humor.

Sorry.

(chuckles wryly)

(sighs)

REARDEN: Overwatch is a
tagging detection system

for use in counterinsurgency operations.

Sensor platforms can track
insurgents as they retreat

or attempt to hide among
the civilian population.

Right, how about you tell us

what's not in the catalog description?

Well, I can't get into specifics,

even with you people, but
the idea essentially is that

you tag a guy with the
residue, you can track him

anywhere on the planet by satellite

to within a yard away.

That's impressive.

You have no idea.

(typing) Special Ops started
field testing last month

in a single high conflict war zone.

Here's our first go.

Kunduz.

Afghanistan.

And here are the targets.

And here is a tracking history.

How long does the residue last?

A few months, a few days.

We give the residue
the half-life we want.

And it stays on?

Clothes or skin. Let me show you.

You need steel wool or harsh
chemicals to take it off,

and that's assuming you
know you've been tagged.

This is inactive spray,

but it'll give you the idea.

Here, see for yourself.

SAM: Huh.

Have there been any problems?

Tracking is spotty indoors, and, uh,

we had one incident involving
a violent altercation

where the residue

actually transferred
subjects, but just once.

The real issue is overload...

the man-hours needed to
analyze the data dump.

So many suspects doing so
many questionable things.

Exactly.

I got to tell you,
this is a game changer.

But it's only as good
as your human intel.

You have a target

walk into a radical mosque.

What do you know?

He could be using the bathroom

or hawking a new cell
phone plan to the imam.

Thanks to various concerns

of a similar nature, we
are limited to Kunduz.

The geographic region
is reasonably sized,

but there are lots of people to track

while we work out the bugs.

Tell me how it ended up on Yusef Afzal.

Who, as far as we can ascertain,

has never been to Afghanistan.

Yusef Afzal.

He's not one of ours.

We didn't put it on him.

So who did?

Access is highly restricted.

The residue isn't even stored stateside.

Bottom line, I have no idea.

Commander, can you bring up L.A.?

As I said, there are
no subjects stateside.

Humor me.

(typing)

We don't use this domestically.

I don't understand.

Okay, this...

it's got to be a glitch.

Some glitch, 'cause it looks

like someone is illegally
tracking dozens of Americans.

Or there's hundreds of Afghan
terrorists roaming around L.A.

Okay, got it.

(phone beeps off)

It's not a glitch.

No, it's not a glitch.

The Pentagon just went on high alert.

Software says it started
about three weeks ago.

112 subjects have been tagged.

So who are they? Why is
the navy tracking them?

It's not us.

Our satellites are
picking up the residue;

the Overwatch software is recording

and time-stamping it,

but the rest of the
data has been encrypted.

We cannot read anything.

So basically somebody hijacked

the world's most powerful
tracking technology.

Basically, yes.

We haven't had any luck
breaking the encryption.

He's spoofing his IP
address... masking his real IP

with a fake one.

This guy is good.

NELL: He also hacked the tasking

of satellites to collect over L.A.

Very good.

And so why tag a hundred
people in Los Angeles?

And what's the connection to Yusef?

What about the targets?

Can we follow people home,
check their work addresses,

cross-check them that way?

(sighs) The encryption
makes the computer think

that they're all the same person,

so we just see these
icons pop up willy-nilly.

NELL: But we did find

a common vector... Masjid Farook.

It's a mosque in Westchester.

On any given day, at afternoon
prayer, you can get ten, 20,

50 targets. So the hacker

specifically targeted this mosque.

Masjid Farook is not known
to be a radical hot spot.

The imam likes publicity, and there's

the occasional fringe speaker,

but it's not considered a security risk.

Well, what about its members?

Anybody on the watch list?

No one to set your heart racing.

I doubt that whoever is behind
this is going to get caught

outside the mosque in a van

with a pair of binoculars
and adult diapers,

but it wouldn't hurt to have our
own surveillance to cross-check.

(chuckles) Eric, send the details

to Kensi.

Nell, that's a nice visual.

(sighs)

I had another thought.

It's a little out there.

Okay, so this guy
spoofed his IP address.

Yeah.

Now, he probably visits

other sites from the same computer.

Maybe sometimes he forgets
and visits, I don't know,

ESPN and is spoofing his IP address...

And sometimes he visits

and he isn't spoofing...

Leaving the real IP address behind.

Now, that is very, very good.

(sighs)

(chuckles)

Tall guy, ten o'clock.
(sensor-equipped camera whirs)

KENSI: Mm-hmm.

Keffiyeh approaching
our 9:00. (camera whirs)

What do we think we're watching here?

Feels like random people
going to a random mosque,

not a hotbed for terrorist activity.

Somebody's tracking them;
they probably have a reason.

Larissa said that Yusef came here...

well, when he wasn't at
Shabbas and Christmas dinner.

Look what happened to him.

Well, I think it's nice that
he could move between worlds.

How about moving between
worlds of murder, abduction

and covert tracking systems?

Is that nice?

Happy family, eight o'clock.

KENSI: Do you think they
should know what's happening?

That some hacker is targeting them?

I mean, we already have one dead body.

Yeah. They probably
have the right to know

that some creep is tracking them

to the bathroom,

the corner bar, to their girlfriends'.

How about invading their privacy

and compromising their safety?

Then again, who knows what the Imam

would do with the information.

He could denounce the situation,

put it on YouTube,

send it to every tinderbox
in the Middle East.

Oh, here we go.

High-speed target.

Old lady with the walker,

Nine o'clock.

Yeah, she's trouble. (chuckles)

Deeks, did you see that? See what?

Guy with the tan jacket
just sprayed something

on someone.

What? Let me see.

That's our guy. Let's go.

DEEKS: Whoa, too late, Kensi.

Follow that cab.

Go, go, go!

So, by crosschecking exact page views

with the time of day,

politics in the morning,
cricket at night.

And because people are
painfully predictable

in their Internet browsing,

I matched this spoofed IP address

and this IP address.

(computer trills)

Which is...

Brentstein & Associates,

a small firm specializing
in risk analysis.

We did it.

SAM: It would take a
warrant and a day and a half

to identify which computer.

By then, he'd have wiped his
hard drive and been long gone.

Empty office?

Could access their employee list.

Interference?

(whispering): We've got company.

One more minute.

Uh, excuse me?

Could you help me out here?

Depends on what you need.

(laughs) You're funny.

Uh, I'm looking for Alan.

He's an accountant.
I've decided I needed

a numbers guy in my life.
Am I on the right floor?

There's no Alan here,
and we're not accountants.

I'd suggest you try the
directory in the lobby.

Oh, uh, wait. You know what?

Maybe it wasn't Alan.

Adam...

SAM: Alex... You getting this, Eric?

Got it. Running a
broad-spectrum search.

Uh, Assan?

Nope.

(text alert chiming)

Great. Well, thank you.

Okay.

Oh, sorry. Sorry. One more thing.

Um... Yeah?

Do you have a restroom?

I... I have this condition.

Thank you.

(sotto voce): Better have a plan, G.

NELL: Hey, Eric. I
think I got something.

Hector Cage, former Department
of Homeland Security.

Worked on a bunch of
boring stuff, boring stuff,

and the early development team

of USN6457.

That's the code name for Overwatch.

Waiting, Eric.

(Xerox machine whirring)

This is your plan?

I let you take lead, and
ride shotgun, for this?

Xeroxing blank pieces of paper?

People only see what they want to see.

Dumb luck club.

ERIC: Callen, Sam, I
think we got something.

Hector Cage. He's an analyst.

I'm sending you his photo now.

See? Good plan.

(chuckles) Dumb luck.

Where's Hector's office?

Hector Cage?

We'd like to ask you some questions.

Whoa. What are you...? We found the guy.

Huh. So did we.

You gotta be more careful, Hector.

Three years, Homeland
Security computer department.

- I need a doctor.
- You saw a doctor.

- I saw an EMT.
- You're fine.

Got a clean bill of health.

You can answer questions.

Early development team, Overwatch.

According to your former boss,

you had access to the
prototype of the residue.

Then you moved on to Brentstein
& Associates, where you do...

Stochastic analysis of terrorist risk.

Which means that I...

Predict the chances of a
random terrorist attack.

Insurance companies love you guys.

Buildings are targets.

Buildings need insurance.

Who do you think should be
paying for all that risk?

CALLEN: Let's get back
to where you hacked

into classified military software.

One of the guys you
tagged turned up dead.

Nice mosque.

(chuckles) And his ID badge says

he works at a hospital.

That is a grade "A" soft target.

Do you guys care at all if he espouses

the destruction of America?

If we want your opinion,
Hector, we'll visit your blog.

Right now, can we focus on
where you were two nights ago.

I was at my computer at
work, pulling an all-nighter.

It can be verified by multiple
surveillance cameras and people.

Anything else, or...?

That's a nice spray bottle.

Do you do that one at a time?

That's a pretty time-consuming hobby.

(Sam chuckles wryly)

You are dangerously underestimating

the terrorist threat level.

Privacy is history.

International flights,
gone. Five years, max.

Three years out, we are all
gonna be tagged and monitored,

and every inch of of every
border's gonna have a guy

with a gun pointing out.

What a hopeful vision for the future.

Isn't stochastic analysis
about random threats?

Yes.

How do you predict
something that's random?

I think your job's
making you crazy, Hector.

SAM: Crazier.

What do you think your
employers are going to say

when we tell them you've been
breaching national security

on company time?

You haven't broken the encryption.

Why do you say that?

Wouldn't be talking to me if you did.

Just looking at the
data points here, guys.

You have a dead body, and you'd
love to know where he's been.

I guess this is the part

where you make a deal with
me for the encryption code.

ERIC: The encryption codes you got

from Hector Cage are working.

Eric, we need everything
you've got on Yusef.

All right, pulling it up now.

Hector's alibi checks out.

The desktop cam matches
the security cam,

which matches the coworkers' statements,

and the footage is stored off-site.

These guys are seriously paranoid.

Dead men don't walk.

Not unless it's Halloween.

Maybe someone should tell
Yusef Afzal it's not Halloween.

NELL: Where does he think he's going?

Calwest Hospital? What?
Is he going back to work?

What's going on, Eric?

According to Overwatch,
Yusef Afzal just entered

the south entrance of Calwest Hospital.

Maybe the residue transferred subjects?

Maybe to his girlfriend?

Or to the killer.

Violent altercation?

Maybe they're the same person.

Eric, find Larissa Bay.

ERIC: Larissa Bay is
scheduled to work today

in the pediatric wing of the tower.

Kensi, Deeks, take Pediatrics.

Talk to us, Eric.

Looks like the target is
headed for the North Wing.

I can't tell which floor.
Looks like the third.

No, no, no. The fourth.

Tracking's kind of spotty indoors.

NELL: Deeks?

Larissa just logged into her station

on the pediatric floor.

ID and fingerprints are a match.

Ready?

Larissa?

Put your hands where we can see them.

What? Guys, we got her.

Wait, the target's
still in the North Wing,

That's two wings away.

ERIC: Kensi, Deeks, the
target is not Larissa.

What's going on? What is this?

Our mistake. You're not
the one we're looking for.

No kidding.

I'm sorry.

Eric, target status. Where is he?

The target is in the North Wing.

ERIC: Okay, I've got you.

Callen, Sam,

you are almost there.

Um, looks like the
target is slowing down.

Uh, room 420,

room 422.

Okay. He's stopping.

At the end of this
corridor, take a right.

North Wing is Radiology.

Yusef spent the last two weeks there

doing a software overhaul.

Now what, Eric?

Go down this hallway.
Make another right.

The target's still stopped.
You should have him.

WOMAN (over PA): Nurse Edna to Oncology.

Nurse Edna to Oncology.

Talk to me, Eric. Wrong floor?

No. He's stopped.

He's 20 feet in front of you.

No, he isn't.

Where is he, Eric?

You're ten feet away.

You're five feet.

Guys, you're right next to him.

Air duct?

WOMAN (over PA):
Neuropsych evaluation 20422.

Neuropsych evaluation 20422.

I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

(sighs)

Looks like we were
chasing Yusef after all.

Eric, room 423. We need
to get through this door.

ERIC: I'm on it.

They took the body
for this iris scanner.

It was all about getting
through this door.

SAM: Eric?!

It's a secure hospital door
that needs an iris scan.

How easy do you want this to be?

So, you're not thinking...

We know one way in.

Oh, well, by all means,

you should if you want
to; I won't judge you.

It's not exactly the first choice.

Oh, so you want me to?

I didn't say that.

Oh, boy.

(beeping, door unlocks)

Thank you, Eric.

Go.

Eric, we have an empty shelf.

It has fluoro-dioxide glucose,

Tositumomab... and
brachytherapy canisters.

What are these?

NELL: They're radiopharmaceuticals.

Guys, it's nuclear medicine.

If it was here, it's gone now.

Everything a terrorist
needs to make a dirty bomb.

Hetty's talking to
the FBI, CIA and Vance.

I alerted LAPD... they were
obnoxious to me as always...

but they are all over it.

Also, we got nothing from those
hospital surveillance videos.

Eric's monitoring the
city's nuclear alert sensors.

Do we know exactly what was taken? Yeah.

Four brachytherapy canisters...

enough material to contaminate

several city blocks, depending on

which way the wind is blowing.

Wouldn't cause mass causalities,
but thousands of people

would get sick.

That's not the real threat.

The real threat...

is the first act of nuclear
terrorism on American soil.

If this happens, nothing will

ever be the same.

Radiation pagers...
registers nuclear material,

in case we can get

close enough.

It vibrates or beeps,
depending on the setting.

Directional

radiation detector.

State-of-the art
Geiger counter.

This one has a mute button.

Ah. Give that one to Deeks.

ERIC: We got a hit... a NEST
sensor went off on the ten.

The NEST system... AKA the
Nuclear Emergency Support Team...

has sensors all across the country

that go off when nuclear
material crosses them.

Hospital's here,

and the sensors went off here and here.

We confirmed the wavelength matched

the missing material.

Then, 12 minutes later,
the sensor went off here,

and nothing since.

Which puts us...

in Venice.

Works for me.

Let's go.

(lively chatter)

(directional detector beeping)

Well, you'd think somebody would
do our national security a favor

and leave some of these bags at home.

DEEKS: I'm getting a low reading.

KENSI: Me, too.

I got something, but it's fluctuating.

He must be moving through the crowd.

CALLEN: Sam, you getting anything?

(rhythmic beeping) Yeah, he's here.

This might be a buy, G.

Eric, you got eyes?

I got a traffic camera
on the corner of Market,

another on Main, a little fuzzy,

and an LAPD dash-cam
sitting near the entrance.

(beeping grows louder and faster)

Sam, what do we got?

(loud, rapid beeping)

(loud, rapid beeping)

(grunts)

(boxes and fruits clattering)

CALLEN: Kensi, Deeks, watch
the crowd. KENSI: Got it.

KENSI: Eric, do we
have any other runners?

NELL: I might have someone.
Heading east on Main.

DEEKS: I got him, on my
3:00... guy in a navy coat.

He's going. He's going!

(panting)

(tires screeching)

(onlookers gasping, Kensi grunts)

(grunts)

(panting)

(panting)

Hey!

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunting)

(loud grunt)

(three gunshots)

DEEKS: Oh! You okay?

Yeah. Your timing is fantastic.

DEEKS: You recognize him?

He's one of the guys from the morgue.

(blow landing, woman screams)

Whoa! Easy. Stay away!

Everybody get back! Everybody get back!

I'll kill her, man! Ahh!

Calm down.

(whimpering)

Calm down.

Take him, G.

(gunshot, woman screaming)

(directional radiation detector
beeping loudly and rapidly)

What are you thinking?

Bomb? Trigger or timer?

The triggerman'd have to be nearby.

Timer could go off anytime.

We got to open it now.

We could call the bomb squad.

It's a thought.

They might take too long to get here.

Flip for it? I was the one

reaching for Yusef's head.

That head is looking
pretty good right now.

Don't blow us up.

It's not a bomb.

He was here to sell it.

The buyer was here...

somewhere.

We identified the two men.

Wendell Hertz and Jake Varley,
both Canadian, both traffickers.

Guns, cigarettes, prescription drugs.

Who graduated to dirty bombs.

No known political affiliations.

They seem to be in it for the money.

Oh, and... Hertz had a PET-scan

at Calwest Hospital

the same day Yusef was
updating the system software.

Orchestrated it to canvass the hospital.

They're looking for
somebody with access.

Maybe thought Yusef was vulnerable

because he was a Muslim.

Paid him a call to make a deal.

He refused, it got
deadly, then he came up

with the brilliant idea
of going to the morgue

and stealing Yusef's
body. What about the buyer?

ERIC: Unfortunately, it's buyers.

Several.

We hacked into Hertz's voice mail

and some encrypted e-mails.

SAM: And? We ran the voice mail

through a beta version of Shibboleth...

it's an accent identifier...

and one of the buyers came
up as mid-mountain regional.

Homegrown terrorists.

Surveillance cameras show anything?

Nothing yet. We're
running facial recognition

on the lookey-loos,

tracing license plates leaving the area.

We did find this.

It's a home security
system on the canals.

You got footage of my tackle

and my sweet right hook?

Oh!

No, no.

Where-where's the footage of the fight?

This is all I got.

(video rewinding)

SAM: Ow!

Nice move, Diesel.

D-Unit in the water.
Okay, that's hilarious.

That's where I shot the guy.

Where's the footage
before this of the fight?

SAM: Whoa! D-Rock in the water!

You know where the
footage is... it's in here.

You know what it is?

Awesome.

All right. I'm gonna go tell Hetty.

Hetty?

Hetty?

It could be him; I-I can't be sure.

Well, he had this on him.

Wha...? It's the
makings of a dirty bomb.

Wow!

I mean... wow!

You should feel good. (exhales)

I do. (nervous laugh)

Hey, so, I took your advice...

I-I tried to contact his next of kin.

Edgar, my coworker, who died? Right.

But he didn't seem to
have a next of kin...

uh, well, kin... and an unmarked grave,

that just didn't seem right.

But then I'm, like,

is he an "R.I.P." kind of guy
or more "In Loving Memory"?

And I really didn't
have anything to go on

except that he really
liked working here.

So, I thought maybe he'd like to stay.

I thought that I would
cover all the bases,

and now Edgar can be around
the one place I know he loved.

Or liked.

I think.

Rose...

Edgar would have loved this.

(laughs)

Thanks.

(sighs)

That wasn't me.

I'm not accusing, I'm, uh, offering.

Congratulations are in order.

I'm not so sure about that.

There are still a lot of loose ends.

We don't know where
the missing canister is.

It'll turn up.

That's what I'm afraid of.

That, Mr. Callen, is tomorrow's work.

Go get some rest.

Good night, Hetty.

Hey, Hetty.

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No.

You don't even know what I was...

(chuckles): Absolutely not.

Did you check your in-box?

I redid the evaluations.

In that case...

Once.

All right.

On the count of three. One...

Wait, wait. You haven't
even stretched out.

Two... You haven't even warmed up.

Three!

CALLEN: Damn it!

HETTY: I told you I was good.