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Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles...

When I was a boy.
a man on the beach.

handed me a toy soldier.

HETTY:
A message from your past?

Moe...

SAM:
They killed Moe.

Where's Callen?

Temporarily unavailable.

♪ ♪

(Soft clicking)

♪ ♪

(glass clinking)

(men grunting)

(punches landing)

(groans)

(men grunting)

* NCIS: LA 2x15 *
Tin Soldiers
Original air date on February 8, 2011>

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♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

(siren stops)

(sighs)

Sorry I wasn't there
to help you with Moe.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

Three, if you count Moe.
But he's not feeling

much of anything,
because he's dead.

You may like working alone,

but I don't.

There's a reason why
SEALs operate in teams:

it works.

It protects you,
it protects your partner.

It protects the mission.

I know.

We will get them, Sam;
I'm promising you that.

Oh, yeah?

When?

And when the hell are you

planning on
coming back to work?!

I was expecting
to see you this morning.

We were supposed to be
riding on this together.

Instead, I'm out here all alone.

I'm juggling a dozen cases.

(grunting)

CALLEN:
Broke into my house.

No I.D., and
he's not talking.

Not English, anyway.

Someone left this on my
sister's grave three days ago.

I remember a guy
giving this to me, as a kid.

You think they're connected?

That's what
I'm trying to figure out.

(man grunting)

(gunfire, shell casings
clinking on ground)

I even called her to apologize,
all right? Twice.

Too little, too late.

You lied to her.

Uh, no. No, I did not.

Excuse me?
Lies of omission are still lies.

I didn't tell her,
because I didn't think

it was going to be a big deal.

You went out
with one of her girlfriends.

For drinks, all right?
And it was her friend's idea.

I... I was just being polite.

So you wouldn't have slept with
her friend if she'd offered?

No.

Okay, maybe.

But just to be polite,
you know, 'cause...

I'm a hopeless romantic.

To me, you're just hopeless.

Uh, what?

No way. No... way.

Are you kidding me?

(chuckles)

Hey, buddy.

Are you working undercover
as highway patrol?

Supposed to be.

With Callen.

Where is he?

He's on his way in.

How are you doing?

I'm doing.

DEEKS:
Dude, I grew up on CHiPs.

I mean, I wanted to be Ponch.

This right here is half
the reason I became a cop.

You became a cop
because of a TV show?

Not just one TV show.
T.J. Hooker. Hello?

I mean, seriously, you guys have
to let me ride with you on this.

It's a two-man op.

Supposed to be.

Besides, you don't
look like a cop.

Okay, that's on purpose.

All this is so I can
work undercover.

As what?

Shaggy from Scooby-Doo?

(laughing):
Oh, my God.

You do look like Shaggy.

All right.

And this...
has been put on hold.

Somebody broke into
Callen's house last night.

What?

They steal anything?

He's got nothing to steal.

Where are we?

No luck with facial or
fingerprint identification.

This guy's a ghost.

Where is our phantom
at the moment?

He's secure in the boat shed.

He say anything?

Rewind the interrogation tape,

will you, Eric?

(speaking in foreign language)

Sounds like
a Romani dialect to me.

KENSI:
Yeah, Hetty's right.

I hear a strong
Balkan influence.

NELL: I could send
this to Washington,

try to get it translated.

No need.

There's only one guy I know
that employs Gypsies.

He's also the only person
who might have known

to look for me in that house.

Arkady.

Who's Arkady?

Arkady Kolcheck, former KGB.

A friend of Callen's.

NELL:
Why would he send someone

to come after you
if he's your friend?

Good question.

MAN: Arkady, I didn't see him.

Sorry, boss.

I see you got my message.

You couldn't have left a note?

You couldn't have
rang the buzzer?

Nice work.

Get him cleaned up.

Let's go.

Here's your boy's gun.

I needed to find you.

I sent Niko to see
if you were living there.

You look well.

Toy soldier.

Supposed to mean
something to me?

Does it?

Maybe if I was eight.

No.

Well...

Do you know this man?

Rameesh Nayam-Singh.

Yeah, I've heard of him.

He's a, uh, Indian
philanthropist.

You should take
a closer look at the countries

where he does his charity work.

His black market
operations overseas

are bigger than any of
his legitimate businesses.

I still don't see
how this affects me.

Singh is trying

to move his illegal
operations here.

In fact, there is rumor
he is smuggling a shipment

of counterfeit computer chips

worth millions of dollars
in a few days.

Next time, call the FBI.

I hear they got a hotline
for that sort of thing.

I also came across this.

(camera clicking)

Hey!

One of my men found it
on someone who was trying

to infiltrate my operations.

Where is this someone now?

Who took this photo?

I'm trying to find out.
Could take couple of days.

Probably have an answer for you

right around the time
that Singh's been arrested.

(chuckles)

Are you trying to blackmail me?

I'm hurt you would even
consider such a thing.

Don't send anybody
else to my house.

Not unless you want
to get rid of them.

We'll be in touch,

old friend.

Rameesh Nayam-Singh
is a slumdog billionaire.

Literally.

He's an orphan who grew up
on the streets of Mumbai,

and within a few short years

built an empire in tech
support and call centers.

Most recently,
he's expanded into IT security

with huge overseas contracts.

He's also given millions

of dollars to his various
refugee charities

in Chad, Somalia,
Sudan, Afghanistan.

Every single one in
a war-torn country.

That's where you tend
to find refugees.

SAM: All these countries
are in unstable areas

where there's big money
to be made

if you're in the right business.

Big money.

There have been rumors
of black market dealings

and subsequent investigations,

but no one's been able
to link him to anything shady.

Singh also owns
the Kress nightclub,

along with about six others.

Every time he can't get
into a club, he buys it.

Yeah, and according
to several magazine articles,

he is quite the playboy.

He's kind of cute.
It's funny

how much sexier a couple of

billion dollars
makes a guy, huh?

Supposedly, Singh's got
impenetrable security

due to a healthy paranoia.

He's also extremely
superstitious,

relying on astrology
and other esoteric means

to pick his staff

and make important
business decisions.

I can appreciate that.

Big fan of
the Magic 8 Ball, myself.

Unconventional targets
require unconventional methods.

(phone ringing)

Gonna need some nightclub attire

and some petty cash.

And what op would this be?

Need to check out a tip.

From Arkady.

And this tip concerns us how?

Rameesh Nayam-Singh
is supposedly dealing

in counterfeit computer chips.

If a substandard chip
were to make it

into a commercial airliner or in
one of our nuclear submarines...

Aha.

And would it be safe to assume
that Nayam-Singh

is a business rival
of Arkady Kolcheck?

Possibly.

And this doesn't present itself

as a conflict
of interest to you?

How one gets one's information

is often as important
as the information one gets,

Mr. Callen.

I'm just running down
a tip, Hetty.

Run quickly.

♪ ♪

I got to get out more.

SAM:
I got Singh.

VIP section.

KENSI (over comm):
What if he's not

interested in me?

Well, then we know
he's probably gay.

Is that some kind of
weird compliment, Deeks?

Yes.

No. I don't know.

Forget about it.
You're like my sister.

Oh! Now it's just
getting creepy.

Well, I do like
the Appalachians.

Time to bait the hook, boys.

Can I get a mojito, please?

Yep.

DEEKS:
Yo!

Hey, listen, I'm so sorry

to bother you again.
I was just wondering

if you could read my
buddy's fortune real quick.

Look, I'm just trying
to enjoy my drink, okay?

Come on, please.
Please, please.

Okay.

Give me your hand.

I'm telling you, she's good.

You spend most
of your time alone.

You have friends who love you,

but you keep them
at arm's length.

Your life has many secrets,

some that even you don't know.

You love kittens,
long walks in the rain

and Barry Manilow.

That's amazing.

Seriously. You even
got the Manilow part.

Told you she was the best.

Hey, listen.
Let me buy you a drink.

No, I'm okay. Thank you.

No, we insist.
No, seriously, I'm fine.

Please.

I think the lady
has made herself

quite clear, gentlemen.

Perhaps you would like
a table in the VIP area?

Mindy, take care of them.

All right.
Thanks, man.

I could use
a little VIP treatment.

DEEKS:
Party in the VIP section, baby!

I am Rameesh
Nayam-Singh.

Welcome to my club.

Hi. And thank you.

My name is Esmaé.

Hey, we're all set.

Okay.
Thanks.

Thank you so much, Mindy.

SINGH (over comm):
I noticed you talking

to that gentleman,
telling his fortune.

Oh. He seemed quite
impressed, Esmaé©.

Would I be out of
line if I asked?

Well, it's going
to be a little hard in here

with all the noise
and music, but, um...

I suppose I owe you one.

SINGH:
Great.

Let's see...

Ready, Eric?

Ready, willing and able. Nell?

Let's start with something easy.

He spent some time
at the Pardesh Orphanage

as a young boy.

Looks like he was close
to a nun there

named Sister Vimala.

She died just last year.

You lost your parents
at a young age.

Life was hard,

but there were saints
along the way.

Um...

I see a s-sister?

Or a... a woman?

Violet? Um...

Villa?

She's gone now, but, uh...

but she watches over you.

ERIC:
Three months ago,

Singh suffered a minor injury

in Cote d'Ivoire, Africa,

when a truck he was
riding in flipped.

You travel a lot.

(chuckles)

Those travels can be dangerous.

You were injured recently?

Uh...

something to do with ivory?

I am more interested in
what has yet to happen.

Do you see a woman in my life?

Is there love in my future?

Maybe.

Only maybe?

Now, this under here...

Well, well, well.

If it ain't two-faced
Jimmy the Weasel.

Little Keen.

Been a while.
Yeah.

Been a while in jail
because of you, Jimmy.

That's funny,
'cause I don't remember

telling you to rob that bank.

It's good seeing you, Keen.

Deeks has some
unwanted company.

I'm on it.

Kensi,

be ready to move.

I think you are teasing me now.

Please, tell me more.

You know, 61% of all felons
are repeat offenders.

You know that, Jimmy?

They taught me that in jail.

So you learned something, right?
Wasn't a total waste.

No, what I learned is that
I'm probably going back.

Probably.

But when I do, I'm
going back a hero

for having turned
a cop inside out.

Just a second. Just wanted
to introduce you to somebody.

He's a friend of mine.

What's up?
What's up?

(chuckles) I should have known

you don't fight
your own battles.

Yo, Shorty. Baby D.

Shorty and

Baby D?

Am I the only one

that's reveling in the irony
of these nicknames?

Apparently so.

Time to go, Kensi.

I'm sorry, um...

I have to leave before
the trouble starts.

What trouble?

There you go.

(men grunting)

(crowd gasping) Oh, no.

Security!

Break it up!
All right, that's enough!

I didn't start this, man!

(clamoring)
Get your hand... yo!

Easy on the leather, man!
Easy on the leather!

Hey, easy, bro!
Easy, man!

Let's go home.

(groaning)

This club sucks.

(phone ringing)

Singh try to contact you yet?

No.

Can't say I blame him after the
stunt Deeks pulled last night.

(chuckles)

That could have
happened to anyone.

Yeah, but it didn't.

You know what?
You should be thanking me.

I stage-dove those bouncers
so you, my friend,

could make a clean getaway.

The day I need your help, Deeks,
is the day I hang up my gun.

Oh, yeah, really?
'Cause there's actually

this little hook right here
next to my desk,

if you wanted to utilize that.
Guys, come on.

I know you're
trying to rile me,

but I won't be riled.

You want a hug?

Deeks.
What?

HETTY: You see what happens when you

pull away from your team?

My team?

I didn't hire Deeks,
or any of them, for that matter.

No. If I left the
hiring up to you,

you'd be the only
person working here.

Are you saying that I don't
play well with others, Hetty?

I'm suggesting
that your default

is to go it alone when you
may be needing them most.

I like to think that I impart

a certain wisdom and skill set

to those who pass
through these doors.

The one wish I have
for you, Mr. Callen,

is that, by the time
you leave here,

you've learned the art
of trusting others.

In your personal life
as well as at work.

Yes, Nell?

Oh. Yeah.

Um, were you looking for me?

No.

I was.

Excuse me.

She still watching us?

Uh... yep.

Did you find anything?

Well, no hair or fiber
to speak of on the photo,

which is not unusual.
And the ink and paper

can be bought anywhere,

but I was able to pull several
partial prints off of it,

and got a hit off
of IAFIS for this guy.

Name is Dobrashin Garasovic.

He's a Serbian national

who goes by the nickname Senka,

which means "shadow,"
so he moves around a lot.

Which made it difficult to find

his last known
place of residence.

And I'm not even sure if the one
I got is still valid,

but sent it to your phone.

Nice work, Nell.

Hmm. Thanks.

You know, Deeks,
because of you,

we have to find
a new way to Singh, right?

That's good,
because the last plan was lame.

All right? Seriously,
if Singh is this smart,

how is he going to fall
for Kensi's

fortune-telling routine?
No offense.

(cell phone ringing) Hello?

For your information, the
former prime minister of India

used to consult
astrologers and gurus,

and he wore a magical
chain around his neck

to ward off evil.

Hell, I had to face
a Liberian warlord

who used to partake
in human sacrifices,

then go into battle naked
'cause he didn't believe

that American bullets
could hurt him.

I had an uncle like that.

(snapping) SAM: No doubt.

KENSI:
Yeah.

Sounds great.

I will be there. Gladstones.

Okay. Bye-bye.

That was Rameesh Nayam-Singh

calling my undercover number.

He's invited Esmaé© for lunch.

Looks like he tracked me down
from my credit card receipt.

Hopefully,
Eric's backstopping holds up.

How do you want to play it?

Your call.

I got to run something down,
but I will

hook back up
with you when I'm done.

♪ ♪

Hello, again.

(camera beeps)

Please.

Thank you.

I make out two guys
here with Singh,

table at your 12:00,
my 10:00.

Turns out,
you were right last night.

How did you know
a fight would break out

at my club right
after you left?

Predicting a fight at a club

is like predicting
crying at a wedding.

It's not that impressive.

So tell me something that is.

You're not here alone.

I sense the presence of others.

I know some things
about you, too.

You have been
using your abilities

for some less than
admirable intentions.

Several charges
of insider trading,

and apparently,

you're not allowed
to set foot in Las Vegas.

I'm sorry. This is not going to work.
Oh, wait.

Please. I'm sorry.

I'm not judging you.

I find it amusing at best
and quite intriguing.

It's part of the reason
I've asked you here.

Please.

And you're right.

I'm not alone.

I travel with some assistants,
that's all.

Relationships are hard for me

because I know when
people are lying to me.

I haven't lied
to you yet, have I?

In fact, most people think
I'm a good guy.

A humanitarian even.

Well, then this is never
going to work out,

because I've never had luck
with nice guys.

I said people think
I'm a good guy.

I didn't say I was one.

(lock clicks)

You, me,
everyone has their secrets.

But I guess you know that.

I can only see
into a person's future

as far as they're willing
to trust me.

I have an associate, a gypsy,

who claims to have the gift,
as well.

You should meet him.

Niko, this is Esmaé©.

DEEKS (over comm):
Oh, man.

You seeing this, Sam?

I got him.

DEEKS: I thought that
guy worked for Arkady.

So does Callen.

Eric, conference G in
on this line.

On it, Sam.

(cell phone ringing)

Callen.

G, we got a situation here.

The guy Arkady sent
to break into

your place
is having lunch with Singh.

You hearing me, G?

Yeah, I hear you.

You know, most people think
that gypsies come from Egypt.

That's where the name comes from
originally... Gyptians.

But the truth is,
they came from India.

Isn't that right, Niko?

So they say.

But we prefer
to be called Roma.

She's gadjo.

DEEKS:
How long are we gonna let

History Channel go on here?

Relax, Deeks.

Niko never saw or heard Kensi.

We let it play out.

No, Sam's right.

If she felt threatened,
Kensi would get up and leave.

Eric, you on the line?

Yeah, I'm here.

Send a forensics team
to this address.

Dig up everything you can
on Dobrashin Garasovic.

I want his phone, Internet,
travel, the works.

Oh, and tell Nell

I'm sending her over a tattoo
I want her to identify.

You got it.

(camera clicks)

(speed dials)

Sam?

SAM:
Yeah?

I think it's time
we turn up the heat.

Tell Kensi to burn Niko,
force him to show his hand.

She heard you.

She's tougher than she looks.

Maybe even ex-military.

(laughing):
Oh, my God.

The closest thing
to the military

I've ever been was
the Old Navy store.

She's lying.

No, I'm not.

But you are.

You're not the only man
he works for.

I can see someone else.

Older.

Foreign.

Ukrainian.

No. Russian.

I see initials.

A... K.

Like the gun.

You see?

(laughs)
You see? Damn.

She's good.

You're absolutely right.

He works for a man
with those initials.

Or at least he pretends to.

Sounds like
Arkady's getting played.

Which means
we're getting played.

I think we can
help each other out, Esmaé©.

Come to my club

this afternoon, and we can
discuss a business arrangement.

I might just do that.

Excuse me.

You're making a mistake.

A man can make many mistakes
with a woman like that.

I don't trust her.

You don't get paid to
trust people, Niko.

SAM:
Singh's on the move.

Got him.

(grunting)

SAM:
Don't move!

Don't move!
Turn over!

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Who's this guy?

Niko's friend.
DEEKS: I got a cell phone here.

(speed dials)

(line ringing)

(phone ringing) Hello?

CALLEN:
I'm sending you

a SIM card that belonged
to a friend of Niko's.

Have Eric see
what he can get off it.

Ah, will do.

Oh, and I, uh,
got some information

on that thing you sent me.

The tattoo?

Yeah, that's the one.

It's the 16-spoked wheel
of the Hindu chakra,

which is the same symbol

used by the Romani.
It represents

the vardo, or the wagon wheels
of their traditional caravans.

Garasovic was Romani?

(whispering):
Just like Niko.

Nell,

you don't have to whisper.

Right.
Well, maybe I don't have to,

but I would prefer to,
if that's okay with you.

Not that I don't respect
your authority, Agent Callen.

It's just that I think
it's in my best interest

not to get on Hetty's bad side.

Too late, dear.

Forensics confirms Niko's prints
at Dobrashin Garasovic's house.

So, why would Niko kill
this Garasovic guy

if they're both
working for Singh?

More importantly,
why would he have

that guy try to kill me?

He obviously thought
you were a threat.

To his job?

Or his plans.

If Niko's trying
to sell out Arkady,

he might be trying
to sell out Singh, as well.

Garasovic might have figured
it out, so Niko had to kill him.

Do you really think
Niko has the connections

to fence computer chips?
(phone ringing)

ERIC: Hello?
Hey, Eric.

So, I accessed
this guy's, uh, SIM card.

Most of the numbers
he called were burn phones,

so that's a dead end.

He also sent a bunch
of text messages,

but they're too brief and
too cryptic to be of much use.

However, he sent the same text

to several
different phones today.

There's an address and a time.

Uh, it's 3900 West
Manchester Boulevard, Inglewood.

That's got to be near
the L.A. Forum.

That is the Forum.

Boom. Didn't even
need MapQuest.

At 1600 hours.

We have got less than an hour.

Did you trace
those phones, Eric?

This is where they were

at the time
that they received the texts.

Which they, in turn, sent to
several other cell phones.

They look like they're
concentrated in three areas.

That's Hollywood, Beverly
Hills and the Valley.

Or three different groups...
Singh, Arkady and Niko,

all of whom have
the same information.

Eric, can you show me where

the phones are right now?

Yep.

SAM: Two of the three groups

are headed to the Forum,

which is where
Singh is getting his delivery.

KENSI:
Great.

Three heavily-armed groups
converging,

two of which are planning
to kill everyone

and steal those chips.

Why we need
to divide and conquer.

If you can convince Singh

to cancel his shipment
or to the change location,

we'll eliminate
one of the players.

Okay, well,
that still leaves Arkady

and Niko's paramilitary group.

I'll deal with Arkady.

If I warn him what's happening,

Niko's boys will show up
to an empty Forum,

and we'll avoid a bloodbath.

(door opens)

KENSI:
Nell,

what are you doing here?
You have to call first.

This is how
you get yourself killed.

Well, you'd be
doing me a favor.

(clears throat)

HETTY:
Well,

aren't you a cozy bunch
in your secret little hideout?

Hetty. What are
you doing here?

You know damn well
what I'm doing here, Mr. Callen.

I'm shutting you down.

We call it intelligence
for a reason, Mr. Callen,

which is why

you're going
to provide full disclosure

before we go one step further.

There's no time for that.

If we don't act on this now,

we're going to have
a minor war on our hands.

HETTY:
Never

mistake recklessness
for bravery.

I'm not.

Hetty, you're asking me
to trust, okay?

I am.

I'm trusting Kensi
to convince Singh

to either cancel or
move his shipment.

And I'm trusting Sam and
Deeks to watch her back.

And I'm asking you to trust me
to deal with Arkady.

Alone?

Your team is not
here because of

computer chips,
Mr. Callen.

They're here because of you!

SAM: Last time you went
off the reservation, G,

without me,
I lost someone I cared about.

That's not going to
happen this time.

Trust me?

Esmaé©.

I was getting worried.

Well, that's a good sign.
Means you sensed it, too.

Niko's betrayed you,
to the police.

You're teasing me.

Find Niko.

Now.

I saw him trying to cut a deal...

trade something valuable
of yours for his freedom.

Look, if you trust me,

and I'm wrong, then this is
inconvenient for you, and it is

embarrassing for me.

However, if I'm right...

(whispering)

Seems no one knows where he is.

(speed dials)

(line ringing)

MAN:
Hello?

Change of plans.

Uh-huh.

Move the delivery
to the backup location.

(phone beeps off) Let's go.

Wait. Where
are we going?

You're the psychic.
You tell me.

Eric, Kensi's on
the move with Singh.

ERIC (over comm):
Okay.

We got 'em.

(engine starts)

Okay. These buildings
and properties

are all owned
or leased by Singh.

Send the list to Callen and Sam,

and keep LAPD apprised
as we narrow it down.

We're going to need
containment and backup.

(sighs)

Don't get too close.

I know how to run
a tail, Deeks.

Okay. Then just
fall back a little bit.

I'll fall back to the
curb and kick you out,

you don't shut up.

What is your problem?

Seriously.

You're my problem.
That, and the fact

that I have a partner out there

who's on his own while
I'm here stuck with you.

Okay, well, I'm stuck
in here with you, too,

while my partner
is trapped in the car

ahead of us
with three armed guys.

So maybe we have
the same problem.

Yeah, well, maybe we do.

Okay, then we can
agree to agree

on the shared problem thing.

And maybe we should
act like partners

so we can save our partners,

so you and I don't
have to be partners.

What?

Just drive.

Not too close.

(chuckles)

Arkady!

Singh's stopping.

It looks like
an industrial park.

Open the door.

Buy yourself
something sexy, Esmaé©.

Federal agents!

Away from the truck!

Down on the ground! Move!

That sexy enough for you?

Huh?

All the way down!

How you doing, partner?

Much better. Thank you.

What do we got?

Hetty,

it wasn't computer chips,
it was cash.

Bags of it.

Do you think Arkady
knew it was cash

and not computer chips?

If he did, then Callen could be
walking into a firestorm.

Eric, connect me to Callen.

Callen, do you copy?

We've lost contact.

(sighs)

Arkady?

Arkady?

Shipment's not coming.

(footsteps approaching)

Why is that?

'Cause by now,
Singh's probably been arrested.

The whole thing
was a set-up.

Niko was playing you
and he was playing Singh.

You're getting sloppy,
my old friend.

I'm not the one getting
photographed at cemetery.

There's no way you could tell
where I was in that photograph.

There were other
pictures of you

at your sister's grave.

I was curious.

I'm sorry. I know how
much family means to you.

Who is Garasovic working for?

Singh hired him to spy on me.

Perhaps he hired him
to spy on you as well.

I didn't even know Singh
until two days ago.

But maybe he knew you.

And Garasovic... who knows?

Hey, look.

We have common
enemy once again.

(automatic gunfire)

Call them off!

Those aren't my guys, durak.

(speaking in foreign language)

You know this saying?

I ran from the wolf,
but ran into a bear.

I think we're surrounded
by bears.

Agent Callen, can you hear me?

Still nothing.

Mr. Hanna, what's your status?

SAM:
Driving. Fast.

Some green lights
would help, Mister Beale.

(automatic gunfire)

Did you bring
anybody else with you?

No. Did you?

Who's the durak now?

You know what
this reminds me of?

Kosovo.
Yes.

And we got out of there alive.

We surrendered.

Maybe I'm thinking Chechnya.

I'm out of bullets,
and I know you got three left.

Four.

You wouldn't consider giving me one?
Sure.

How much is it worth to you?

(laughs)

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Federal agents!
Drop your weapon!

Move!

Ba-ba-ba-ba.

Uh-uh.

Cut that one kind of close,
don't you think?

You're like the lone wolf
until your butt's on the line,

then you expect me
to come to your rescue.

Isn't that what partners do?

You're pushing it,
you know that?

Nice shooting, Deeks.

Thanks. You, too.

What do you want me
to do with this one?

Let him go.

(speaking foreign language)

(responding
in foreign language)

You're going to explain
this one to Hetty.

He's more valuable
to us on the street,

especially now
that he owes me one.

Suppose I owe you one,
too, huh?

(scoffs) One?

(chuckles) More like 20.

And that's just today.

You're just lucky
I don't keep count.

I'm just lucky you can't count.

(chuckles)

Boo-yah.

You ever think
we're gonna be that happy?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Just not together.

(floor creaking)

I like what you've done
with the place.

Okay, now,
if this is about Arkady,

I can...

I would have done
the same thing myself.

No.

This is about you,
Mr. Callen.

I know that you are
looking for answers.

But the thing about the past

is just that.

It's the past.

Today is what's important.

And I, for one,
am glad you're here.

I brought this for you.

Did you buy me a plant?

(laughs)

It's an epiphyte.

It's perfect for you.

It doesn't require soil.

You don't need to water it.

It absorbs moisture
from the air.

It doesn't even need roots.

But they make it more stable.

Good night, Mr. Callen.

Good night, Hetty.

(door opens, closes)

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