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Previously on
NCIS Los Angeles...

Who did this to you?

MOE:
His name is Abdul Habaza.

Moe?

Is this about
taking down a terrorist,

or about protecting Moe because
you feel responsible for him?

When the time comes,
I will contact you.

I will arrange for a passport,

so you can leave the country and
join our cause.

ERIC: That's Abdul's
Overwatch signature.

He just got off a plane
in Sana'a.

There will be a time and a place
for what you want.

And I promise you,
you'll have it.

(speaks Arabic)

(gun clicks)

(gun clicks)

Shoot him.

(dog barks in distance)

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THREE DAYS EARLIER

You're late.

Few too many margaritas
at happy hour last night?

I don't drink margaritas.

Deeks is back today, right?

So he said.

You get carried away
at yoga class?

(laughs) I don't do yoga.
There was probably

a big crowd at the farmers
market?

I know you do the
farmers market.

The farmers market is on Sunday.

What'd you do, sleep
through your alarm?

Hetty parked
in your space again.

We talked about this.
You got to be nice to her.

Hetty did not park in my spot.

I was checking on Deeks, okay?

Checking?

Was watching his back.

You were trying to catch him.

The guy gets shot because he
doesn't alter his daily routine.

I wanted to make sure he got the
memo on personal security.

Being this is his
first day back and all.

And?

Got tired of waiting for him to
leave home.

I guess he slept through his
alarm clock.

Better call him then.

(beep)

(speed dial beeping)

(cell phone ringing)

SAM:
That's my bag.

(phone continues ringing)

What the...?

That'd be for me.

Marty Deeks. Hey!
It's Kensi.

Hey. How did your phone
get in Sam's bag?

I must have, uh,
slipped it in there

while he was waiting in line
for coffee.

Medium triple, low fat,
hold the foam.

(phone beeps off)

SAM: You didn't follow me
to the coffee shop.

I would've spotted you.

All right.
I staked out the coffee shop.

I go to
three different coffee shops;

a different one each day.

You've staked out that same
coffee shop

every morning
this week, didn't you?

He did get his phone
into your bag.

I would have seen him.

But you didn't.
(Eric whistles)

You hear the shrill,
you know the drill.

Welcome back, partner.

Thanks.

(Sam and Kensi chuckle)

Who did you pay, and how much?

School kid. 20 bucks.

HETTY:
Mr. Deeks. You've been missed.

Mr. Hanna,
your alias, Hakeem Fayed,

has been contacted via e-mail.

It was sent
to the address given to you

by Abdul Habaza
before he fled to Yemen.

Eric?
Sender is untraceable.

No prior activity on either
e-mail account.

Message consists of an address

in West Hollywood, a date,
and a time.

Date is today.
Time, this afternoon.

Setting up a meeting.

What's the latest
on Abdul Habaza?

We've been able to monitor his
movements since he left the U.S.

He flew to Yemen via Egypt.

He's been back
for nearly a month,

and has yet to leave
the capital of Sana'a.

It was our hope that
Abdul Habaza would lead us

to his brother, Sadaat,

the leader of
the Warriors for lslam.

But as far as we've ascertained,

that hasn't yet happened.

The Egyptian revolution has made
that entire region unstable.

NELL: Sadaat is on a dozen
different terrorist lists.

He went underground about
18 months ago,

and is believed to be hiding

somewhere in the south of
the country. Now, cell phone

intercepts suggest
that Abdul and Sadaat

may be planning a meeting for
sometime in the next two weeks.

They also prove Sadaat
is still alive.

Why do we keep
losing the signal?

The chemical marker Sam sprayed
on Abdul is breaking down.

Narrow streets in a built up
area don't help,

and it no longer works
when he's indoors.

So how long until we lose him
completely?

Several days. Week at the most.

I need to take that meeting,
Hetty.

One step at a time, Mr. Hanna.

Don't lose sight
of the bigger picture.

Our prize is Sadaat,
and not just his brother.

So, how do you want to reply
to Abdul's e-mail?

SAM:
Comms check, Eric?

Loud and clear, Sam.

What do we have, Eric?

All right.

Address is a short-term rental.
Serviced apartment.

Cash transaction.
Guest's name is...

Smith?
Close.

Jones.
No relation.

Could be a meet.
Could be a trap.

Could be anything.

(door clicks)

Door's unlocked. I'm going in.

(door slowly creaks)

Anybody here?

G, got a body.

Coming in.

Wait. Somebody might be watching
the apartment.

It's clear.

What do you got, Sam?

Dead end.

Maybe not.

I got a fake passport

and a one-way ticket to Yemen.

Business or coach?

Coach.

DEEKS: Dead guy was
Freddie John Fanning.

He served time in the '90s
for forgery.

Considered by many to be the
go-to guy

if you need a new identity and
the paper to back it up.

Preliminary forensics puts time
of death

a couple of hours before Sam
arrived for his meeting.

Single gunshot,
back of the head.

Executed. After he delivered
your fake passport.

How did Fanning get your photo?

It was taken when I was being
processed at Oakville Prison.

Somebody might have supplied it,
or he hacked into

the prison database himself.

The question is, has your real
identity been compromised.

That's a question
we ask ourselves

every time we pretend
to be somebody else.

True.

But this man Fanning

was a dealer in identities.

And the last identity he was
dealing in was yours.

Not mine, Hakeem Fayed.

Abdul wants me in Yemen.

In a few days time
we'll lose him.

If we lose him,
we'll never get to Sadaat.

News out of Saudi Arabia.

Warriors for lslam
is demanding the release

of a dozen Al Qaeda members
imprisoned in Riyadh,

in exchange for a Saudi hostage
that they took seven days ago.

Saudis don't negotiate
with terrorists.

That hostage is
as good as dead.

The hostage is seven years old.

He's the son of a Saudi Prince,

who's a close confidant
with the king.

It's started, Hetty.

Warriors for lslam is trying to
put itself on the map.

And we received an e-mail.

Or, at least, Hakeem Fayed did.

It's the name of a hotel
in the capitol Sana'a.

The Blue Oasis.

They're holding
a room for Hakeem.

E-mail them back.

Thank them for their
hospitality.

Tell them that Hakeem
is on his way.

Mr. Callen will go as back up.

I'll shift assets in the region
to Yemen,

for additional support.

Miss Blye and Mr. Deeks can
focus on finding out

if Mr. Hanna's identity
has been compromised.

Mr. Hanna.

Any evidence,
no matter how slight,

that suggests that
your cover's been blown

and I want you out of there
on the next possible flight.

Understood?

Understood.

(cell phone beeps)

Director Vance, please.

Leon, it's Hetty.

Are we still on speaking terms
with that fellow from the CIA

who runs operations in Yemen?

(Vance speaks indistinctly
over phone)

Then you should send him
a bottle of bourbon.

I think we're going to need him.

Confirmed your
alias, Mr. Callen?

Ray Haymes. A textile buyer
for a department store chain.

Ooh, maybe you can bring
me back a nice futah.

And Sam.

All set.

Is he?

(sighs)

You'd prefer to
send someone else.

You wouldn't?

Sam will do what
needs to be done.

And nothing more,
Mr. Callen.

And if necessary, much less.

I need to know that
he can walk away,

if that's what's required.

This is not about
avenging Moe's death.

I know that.

Well, please make
sure that he does.

Bright colors,
Mr. Callen.

The futah.

(horn beeping)

(conversing in Arabic)

As-salaam alaikum.

Alaikum salaam.
Reservations?

Hakeem Fayed.

Of course.
Just one second, sir.

Single room, for one night.
Is that correct, Mr. Fayed?

Guess so.
MANAGER: If you don't mind, please

be so kind as to fill all
the details out here, please.

Hey, my room key, please?
409.

Of course, Mr. Haymes.

Here you go.

It will be room 615.

Uh, by the way, this
was left for you, sir.

Thank you.

(conversing in Arabic)

This was left for me.

Anyone in the foyer?

The busboy's on
someone's payroll.

He didn't miss a beat.

Guess Abdul knows
I've checked in.

There's a number to call,
probably a burn cell phone.

I'll give it to Eric.

GPS tracking device.

Turn it on when you're moving.

Three clicks if you need me.

I'll only ever be
two minutes away.

How long is the room booked for?

One night.

He's going to move you.

Take it easy, Sam.

You, too.

(water running)

(water stops running)

So how does it feel to be
Hetty's asset in Yemen?

(door opens)

Dangerous.

NATE:
Hetty had me back in Yemen

within a week
of Abdul arriving.

Got some contacts here.
People inside the government

who know a little more
than they're letting on

about the Warriors of lslam.

They've been feeding
me the intel.

Where'd you get the hardware?

Don't ask.

Got an uplink yet?

It's coming on line right now.

Send that to Eric.

It's the contact number
Abdul left for Sam.

What can you tell me about
the boy they're holding hostage?

They chose him well.

He's the only son

of one of the most powerful
princes in Saudi government.

And he was kidnapped
over a week ago, but...

they only went public with
the abduction yesterday.

It's possible that the
father kept the news quiet

to try to negotiate privately
with the terrorists,

but the government won't
give in to their demands.

Contacts on the ground
think Sadaat's behind it?

Nothing happens without
Sadaat's approval, but...

it's more likely
Abdul playing this.

And you're sure they
haven't linked forces yet?

Sure as I can be.

Abdul hasn't left the
city since he arrived,

and my sources are confident
that if Sadaat had met with him,

they'd have heard about it.

(sighs)

You okay?

Abdul thinks I'm dead.

Chances of me running into him
are negligible, but we can't

risk it. I only move
around at night,

stay out of sight
during the day.

Which means...

You're on the lunch run.

(dialing phone)

As-salaam alaikum, Hakeem.

Walaikum as-salaam, Abdul.

Welcome, my friend.
Is everything well?

Everything's great.
I'm excited to be here.

As I am, Hakeem.

(knock at door)

So when can we meet?

We could meet now...
Hakeem.

Good to see you.

You had no problems
leaving America?

The guy I collected
my paperwork from was dead.

Yes, well, he demanded
more money.

Threatened to
withhold your papers.

He left us no choice.

Welcome to the cause, brother.

So what's the plans for me?

Well, to begin with,
there is no need to unpack.

We are leaving right now.

Going where?
Another hotel?

You must be patient, Hakeem.

In time, Allah
reveals everything.

Get your things.
I have a car waiting.

We have a long way to drive.

Ready?

Let's go.

(GPS locater chirping)

CALLEN:
Sam's on the move.

Abdul must have contacted him.

He would have warned you if he
could. Someone must be with him.

Car?
Light brown SUV

in the alley behind the hotel.

Tell Eric.

(man yells)

(engine starts)

(glass breaking)

(dialing phone)

Talk to me, Eric.

ERIC:
Sam's GPS is coming on line now.

Your sat phone GPS

puts you three and
a half miles behind him.

They're headed south
on Taizz Road.

You're going to
have to close the gap.

Yeah, I'm working on that.

Callen...

Abdul is with him.

I know. Had a little problem
with one of Abdul's guys.

Has Sam been compromised,
Mr. Callen?

CALLEN:
No, I don't think so.

He's a hotel employee. He didn't
have time to warn Abdul.

I'm bringing the body with me.

Eric, don't lose him.

ERIC:
Trying not to.

Looks like they're heading
south, out of the city.

Sadaat's rumored to be hiding
out in the south of the country.

Maybe Abdul's finally
going to meet his brother.

And he's bringing Sam with him.

It's not all bad then.

We headed south?

Why are you so interested

in what direction
we're traveling, Hakeem?

I'm trying to ascertain

the direction of Mecca.

It's time for noon prayer,
brother.

(speaking Arabic)

A short pilgrimage to Mecca

across the border into
Saudi Arabia, Hakeem, hmm?

One day soon, maybe.

Insha'Allah

You must be pleased to be back
in Yemen; see your family.

You told me in prison
you had a brother.

Sadaat.

He is with me
wherever I travel.

You're very proud of him.

My brother is a leader
of men, Hakeem.

When you meet him

you'll understand why
our cause cannot fail.

We are putting into play a plan

that will show the West the true
power of the Warriors for lslam.

That great day
will come very soon.

Allahu Akbar.

(phone dialing)

Reestablish contact, Eric.

I'm going to stay
two minutes ahead.

Copy that.

Callen's back in the game.

Stop the car.

Hakeem, grab the boy.

(speaking Arabic)

Shoot him.

If you want me to do this,

you should trust me
and give me a loaded weapon.

You test me, Abdul?

I test everybody, Hakeem.

(click) You passed.

(gunshot)

He failed.

Let this be a lesson
to all of you,

of the importance of this boy.

He is now in your charge,
Hakeem.

Guard him with your life.

Salaam alaikum.

(singing in distance)

(speaking Arabic)

Where is the boy?

He's with Rafiq.

I came to get him some food.

What makes this boy
so valuable?

He is the son of
a Saudi prince.

There are a lot
of Saudi princes.

They count them
by the thousands.

That's true, but this
one is a favorite.

As is his father.

You're holding him for ransom?

No, Hakeem, not for ransom.

A prisoner exchange?

No.

Why then?

You'll see, Hakeem.

Very soon.

Go back to the boy.

Take him his food.

Do not leave his side.

But you said the world
would soon learn

how powerful the
Warriors for lslam really are.

You think we measure
the power of our cause

by the life of a small boy?

Then tell me why.

Soon, my brother.

(sighs)

(speaks Arabic)

You're Amir.

Listen, Amir...

I won't hurt you, and I won't
let anybody else hurt you.

You understand?

Soup and bread.

If you don't eat it, I will.

Mm.

It's good. Mm.

Hmm?

Exactly.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

If anything happens,

I want you to stay by my side.
You understand?

Good.

ERIC:
Keeping warm?

Barely.

They've posted guards.

I'm counting five guys,
could be more.

Mr. Callen, can you
confirm Mr. Hanna?

Confirmed. Abdul's with him.

Sadaat?

Not yet. But it seems like
they're waiting for something.

Or someone.

The minute you can confirm
Sadaat's presence,

I want the two of you
out of harm's way.

The boy is here, Hetty.

Your primary mission,
Mr. Callen,

is to confirm that Sadaat
has joined his brother.

Not leaving without the boy.

DEEKS:
Freddie John Fanning.

We're missing something.

A suspect.

A murder weapon.

And witnesses.

Don't forget witnesses,
we're missing them.

Witnesses can be very valuable,
you know.

Maybe even tell us
if Sam's been compromised.

And evidence.

And a clue.

A clue would be good, too.

What we know.

Fanning is hired to forge a passport.
Check.

Fanning completes that passport
and delivers it to Mr. Jones

at his short term
rental apartment.

Check.

There's a dispute over money

or maybe Jones wants
to tie up loose ends.

Either way, Fanning is shot.

Fanning checks out checkless.
Check.

We're missing something.

Check.

No, no, no, no.

Deeks, we are
missing something.

Okay.

All right, Jones
works for Abdul.

Go on.

What if Abdul met with Jones

before he left for Yemen
to give him Sam's details?

But Jones' apartment had
only been rented out for a week.

Right. So if Abdul
did meet Jones...

It wasn't at the apartment.

It could have been
at Jones' house.

Check.

NELL:
Abdul flew out to Yemen

the day after
he broke out of prison.

He flew out on a fake passport.

Jones must have
given it to him.

Where did Abdul
stay that night?

NELL: We were tracking
him on Overwatch.

Stayed at the West Hollywood
Motor lnn on Wilton.

A clue?

Maybe even witnesses.

MAN:
It's always quiet midweek.

How quiet?

No new bookings that night.
None?

Not a one.

Nell said he definitely
stayed all night.

Well, maybe he shared
with somebody

that was already staying here.

Do you mind if I take a look?

All right, three guests.

Married couple from Idaho.

Married.

She was young enough
to be his daughter.

Well, scratch Idaho.

Single woman from Texas.

Regular. Same time every month.

For how long?

Long as I've owned the place.
Going on 27 years.

And scratching Texas.

What about this one?

It was occupied all week, but
there's no name against it.

That's not a guest.

That's the night manager, Felix.

Felix!

Cops want to have
a word with you.

Witness or suspect?
Suspect.

Make that prime suspect.

Go!

Ready? Three,

two... one.

Scratch Felix.

For a guy that lived
here for 18 months,

he sure doesn't have
much to show for it.

He's got no big-screen
flat plasma TV.

Computer's configured
for Arabic.

No beer.

No funky week-old clothes
in the corner.

No pizza boxes.
This is very un-American.

Felix Attino.

Columbian.

That explains why
he's un-American,

but not why he speaks Arabic.

This would.

Yemeni passport.

Look at the name.

We just found Abdul's brother.

No wonder Sadaat hasn't
been seen in Yemen.

He's been here all along.

How hard is it to
run a terrorist group

from the other side
of the world?

It's virtually impossible.

I think Sadaat was a misdirect.

With this new intel,
I went back

and analyzed what we knew,
or what we thought we knew.

I think the true leader
of the group is Abdul.

And the news
doesn't get any better.

Warriors for lslam
have released a deadline

for the Saudis
to meet their demands.

How long?

One hour.

But the Saudis have
already rejected

a hostage exchange for the boy.

Why would Abdul think that
they would change their mind?

I don't think he does.

Guys... you better
take a look at this.

I broke the password to Sadaat's
laptop, accessed his e-mails.

Found this.

HETTY:
Ms. Jones, how's your Arabic?

Well, it looks like the e-mails
are between Sadaat and Abdul.

Sadaat was tipped off by
a State Department e-mail

to the U.S. Embassy in Yemen

of Nate's presence in Sana'a.

Sadaat confirms

that the attached photos
were taken

a week after Abdul's escape,

and after Abdul saw Nate

stabbed by Sam.

Nate's been compromised.

Which means Sam's
been compromised.

Why give Sam a fake passport
and an airline ticket to Yemen

if you know he's an
undercover federal agent?

It's a trap.

HETTY:
A captured

U.S. federal agent is
a powerful propaganda tool.

And much more leverage than
a seven-year-old boy.

Eric,

I need to talk to Callen.

Ms. Blye,

alert Nate.
Tell him to get the hell

out of that hotel.
And Nell?

Get Director Vance
on the phone.

Tell him we need that authority,
and we need it now.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah.

Callen's on speaker.

HETTY:
Mr. Callen?

Abort the mission.

Sam's been compromised.

Confirm, Mr. Callen.

Confirmed.
Aborting mission.

Wait.

I'll go with you.

(speaking Arabic)

Which federal agency
do you work for?

NCIS.

I know of them.

Then you know it's probably best
that you surrender to me now,

while you still have a chance.

(laughing)

You know, I like you, Hakeem.

Hmm.

Sam.

Sam. I'm not going
to kill you.

Yet.

But a display to your country

and their foreign allies
of our resolve

should be enough to bring them
to the negotiating table.

(truck engine revving)

(shouts in Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

Abdul!

CALLEN: Need that authority, Hetty.

Need it now!

Director?

HETTY:
Authority granted, Mr. Callen.

Green light, Sam.

Sam, green light!

Target painted.

(father speaking Arabic)

Let's go home.

I'm staying.

There's work to do in Dubai.

Or Oman. Hetty, uh,
wasn't sure which.

We'll see you around, Nate.

What?

Why'd you hesitate?

Targeting Abdul?

(sighs)

Wanted to be sure why I was
squeezing the trigger.

Moe?

Revenge, or justice?

Justice.

I hope.

SAM:
This isn't the way home.

CALLEN: Nope.
Promised Hetty I'd get her a futah.

Bright colors.

SAM:
Better get her two.

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