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You okay?

You seem like
something's wrong.

No, I'm okay.

It was just one of those days
at work, you know?

Well, you're off now,
so snap out of it.

We're supposed
to be having fun.

I'm going to use
the restroom.

I better see two more drinks
on the table

by the time I get back.

You ready?

I'm ready.
You ready?

I guess so.

Okay, then.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are now about to witness

the end of Sean Koster's
life as we know it.

What are you doing?

Michelle April Ardell...

...will you marry me?

Whoa!

Oh, my God.

Call 911!

Oh, my God.

♪ NCIS: LA 02x23 ♪
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Original Air Date on May 10, 2011>

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Are you mad at me?

Why would I be mad?

It's your vacation.
Do whatever you want.

Ah, gee, thanks for that.

I just thought
you might want

to do something
together, that's all.

You're upset I didn't invite you.
I'm not upset.

Disappointed, maybe.

Surprised, definitely.

You always say
we're kind of like family.

Hell, you want to come, come.

Uh-uh.
I'll even buy you a ticket today.

I'm not taking a mercy invite.

Course I never really

thought of you
as a cruise ship kind of guy.

It's a sailboat.

Uh, I'm sorry.

We need you
guys up in Ops.

Mm-hmm...

We're training.

Okay.

It's self-defense.

Right.

Eh...

Oh. How was Jazzercise?

Hey, did one of you guys leave
your leg warmers

in the locker
room yesterday?

Hmm...

What do we got, Eric?

This footage was taken
last night

by a patron at Surfside
Sully's in Santa Monica.

Where's Hetty?

Uh, she's on the phone
with Director Vance.

They've been going at it
for 20 minutes.

The victim in the video
has yet to be identified.

He had no ID, and his face

and fingerprints
were essentially melted.

We're still waiting
on dental.

Nobody saw who did it?

No. Witnesses said
he came out of nowhere.

Autopsy revealed
he'd been severely beaten

with some sort of blunt object

before being
set ablaze.

He suffered multiple fractures,
including the back of the skull.

Well, somebody wanted him dead.

Dead and unidentifiable.

Witnesses had a hard time
putting out the flames

because the fire
was phosphorus-based.

The victim had
an artificial knee joint,

so I'm running the serial number
through manufacturer

and hospital records, trying to
get a positive identification.

And why us?

The presence of white phosphorus
isn't enough

to warrant our involvement.

On its own, no,

but the body had also been
exposed to fluorodeoxyglucose.

The fire couldn't hide that.

Radiopharmaceuticals.

The isotope matches
the brachytherapy canisters

that were stolen
from CalWest Hospital

back in January.

As you recall, Jake Varley

and Wendell Hertz murdered

hospital employee Yusef Afzal

while trying to gain access

to the Nuclear Medicine
department.

When we caught these guys trying
to sell the canisters,

they only had three left.

Looks like
we found the fourth.

And it could have
been opened.

Kensi and I can hit the crime
scene, see what we can find.

Great. Just make sure you leave
your surfboard in the lockup.

What?!

Don't look at me.
I didn't say anything.

She doesn't have to.

You left a small sand
bunker under your chair

after your last
investigation.

Yeah, that was from my shoes.

From my shoes from walking
around the crime scene.

Mm-hmm.

And the sea water that was
coming out of your nose all day?

It's allergies.

I've got allergies.

No! This is not a debate!

That's no one's call but mine.

Oh, rubbish!
He's lying!

The hell I will!

Mother Hubbard.

No food in the cupboard?

Something I can do?

No.

No, this one's stuck squarely

in my lap, I'm afraid.

Oh, it-it's just all a bunch of
bureaucratic nonsense, anyway.

We must take it all
with a grain of salt.

I find that it helps
if the salt is followed

by a shot of tequila
and some lime.

I like the way you think,
Mr. Callen.

Hey. Eric identified
the artificial knee.

It went to a
recipient named

Brent Dundas, former Illinois
construction worker

injured
in an industrial accident.

We've got a Culver City address.

Looks like somebody might have
been looking for something.

Either that, or
Brent has a girlfriend.

Huh?

You know how women
never close a drawer?

Like they're coming back
to get something,

then they never do,
and you wind up banging into it?

Mm-hmm. Trouble in paradise?

Hey.

Special Warfare Insignia.

Looks like our dead guy
might have been a SEAL.

Yeah, I got it.
Thanks, Eric.

And send forensics over
to follow up.

Okay.

So, the Navy has no record
of a SEAL named Brent Dundas.

In fact, they have no record
of a Brent Dundas

ever being in the Navy, period.

You find anything?

Trace amounts of radiation.

Nothing to get excited about.

If that canister was here,
it's gone now.

Here we go.

Scorch marks.

No, no. I'm
good, thanks.

There. Dark stains.

Looks like oil, but I bet you

forensics is gonna prove
that it's a blood trail.

Well, good work, Lassie.

Now all you got
to do is find Timmy.

Yeah, feel free to dazzle me

with your detective skills
at any time.

You couldn't handle my skills.

Oh, I just threw up
in my mouth a little bit.

That's classy.

Okay, so, the address
Eric gave us for Brent Dundas

is in Culver City,
so we know he didn't walk here.

And he didn't have any keys,
he was missing a wallet.

Killers could have taken both
to conceal his identity.

Which is probably why they set
him on fire with phosphorus.

They knew his body would be
unidentifiable.

But he does what anybody
on fire would do,

which is, try to get to some water.
Ooh.

Check it out.

Navy SEALs bumper sticker.

SEALs don't usually advertise.

Kensi?
Hey, Eric.

I need you to run a plate.

It's four Papa Charlie
India four eight five.

Red Camry.
Got it.

Yeah, that vehicle is
registered to Brent Dundas...

What?! When?

How you say?

Bingo.

Okay. Thanks for the update.

Keep us informed.
Will do.

Car is registered
to Brent Dundas,

but get this.

He's not really a Navy SEAL.

You sure about that?

Nice job locating
Brent Dundas' car.

Thank you.

Forensics is
working it over now.

So we have a Navy SEAL
imposter exposed to radiation,

a trunk full of scuba
gear and explosives.

Sounds like a guy trying
to make a dirty bomb.

Only, Brent Dundas didn't
know how to make a bomb.

How do you know that?

Internet searches.

He was looking up
bomb-making instructions.

I've been trying to track
purchases of white phosphorus,

but I'm not having much luck.
Brent Dundas' electronic footprint,

however, shows regular
cash withdrawals from an ATM

located in a Santa Monica bar
called the Prince O' Whales,

including $300

less than two hours
before he was killed.

And the bar is
within walking distance

from where you guys
found his car.

I think it's time we paid the
Prince O' Whales bar a visit.

Now we're talking.

Oh, actually, Detective,

Hetty asked if she could speak
with you... alone.

Ooh. Someone's in trouble.

Yeah, right.

Just remember the distress word.

Yeah, if that doesn't work,
just fake a seizure.

I'm not in trouble.
I'm not in trouble.

Hey.

Am I in trouble?

Nell said you
wanted to see me.

I'm not in some sort
of trouble, am I?

Should you be?

Do you have something
to confess?

No.

Well, in that case,
this is for you.

This is for me?

You want me to...

read it?

You want me to resign?

Well, I-I thought I was
doing a good job. Wait.

Is this about your Segway?
Because if I...

Read the entire page, please.

Okay.

From LAPD.

Oh. You want me to resign
from the police force.

Mm-hmm. The second page is
an application to join NCIS

on a permanent basis
as an agent.

Wow.

I'm, uh... I'm flattered,

Hetty.

Thank you,
but I just

don't know if this is the right
thing for me right now.

You know, because
I'm a cop.

And I think it's more
than what I do.

I think it's who I am.

I understand,
but things do change,

and, uh, when they do,
it pays to be ready.

Keep it...

in case you ever
change your mind.

I've signed and dated it,
so it's ready whenever you are.

Okay.

Thank you.

What about my Segway?

Are you on double
secret probation?

No.

Is it because
of the Segway?

No. It was nothing.

Just some paperwork
that has to do with LAPD

and my liaison position here.

This looks like
your kind of place.

Looks like a dive.

Yeah. Like I said,
it's your kind of place.

So what about pirates?

What?

They're a real problem
these days.

I think we'll be okay.

They usually don't
come this far inland

unless they're
on vacation.

I'm talking
about your sailboat.

It's not my sailboat.
It's a charter.

And no, I'm not
worried about pirates.

SEALs eat pirates for breakfast.
Uh-huh.

What do they taste
like, chicken?

Fish sticks.

♪
♪
Here you go.

It's not a
bad beer, is it?

No...

Hey, what can I
get you, fellas?

You know this guy?

Who are you?

Federal agents.

Don't get up.

It's all right.

Yeah, I know him.
Brian Young. He's a regular.

Guy's a retired Navy SEAL, sits
right there almost every night.

You know this guy as
Brian Young, not Brent Dundas?

Never heard of Brent Dundas.

You sure you boys
have done this before?

When was the last time
you saw him?

Yesterday. Hey, Star,

when did Brian
come in last night?

Uh, about 6:00, I think.

I don't remember
seeing him leave.

I think it was earlier
than normal for him, though.

Like 7:00, maybe. Why?

He's dead.

Someone bashed his head
in, set him on fire.

What?

That guy was Brian?

I was just talking to him
last night.

Was he with
anyone?

He didn't come in
with anyone, no.

Um, I think he
may have been

sitting with someone
at some point.

He was at the bar,
I was waiting tables.

It was busy.

Why would someone do this?

He was such
a nice guy.

Excuse me.

You should have seen her
when her cat died.

Had to give her Memorial
Day weekend off.

The whole weekend... for a cat.

Like to take a look
at your surveillance tapes.

Sure. Yeah,
just show me a warrant.

That's how it's gonna be?

Hey, I'd like
to help you boys out, man.

My customers got privacy rights.

Well, we'll be back.

Well, bring
some friends, man.

Two-for-one pitchers
of draft between 5:00 and 6:00.

May I?

Trace amounts of radiation.
Could be from

the missing canister.
Could be our guy.

Or somebody he was with.

What do you think is up
with the alias-- Brian Young?

Fake SEAL, fake name.

Something tells me by the time
we get a warrant,

anything we could use on those
surveillance tapes will be gone.

Where is he?

In the back.

Don't get up.

Mr. Fallon's busy, and
you guys need a warrant,

so I suggest you
turn around and...

I said, "Don't get up."

Hey, I told you,
you need a warrant!

We have probable cause.
And you need a lawyer.

I wasn't going to destroy
any surveillance footage.

I was just curious
to see for myself.

You didn't have
a beef with him?

No, man. I barely knew the guy.

Brian was a customer
that came in to drink,

flirt with the waitresses and
tell the occasional war story.

Only he wasn't in any war,

and his name
wasn't Brian Young.

It was Brent Dundas.

He wasn't a Navy SEAL that had
his leg messed up in an IED.

He was some guy that was
living off of worker's comp

from a construction
accident.

Well, he told me he was retired

and working
for private contractors now.

You know,
Blackwater kind of stuff.

And he had some, uh...

He had some kind of
a classified assignment

he couldn't talk about.

But he was celebrating,
you know, like he'd...

he'd come
into some money or something.

You know, buying drinks
for everybody and stuff.

What about his friends or people
he was hanging around with?

Nah, no. If it wasn't
for the Navy SEAL thing,

I would have thought
the guy was a loser.

Always by himself.

You know, I just thought
it was a lone wolf thing.

Yeah, he had a shine
on for Star.

He talked to her a lot.

But you got any more questions,
talk to her,

'cause I'm done
till I see a lawyer.

He's a bottom-feeder,
but I believe it.

Unfortunately,
it doesn't get us any closer

to finding
the dirty bomb material.

How's it going?
It's not.

You find anything?

Yeah.

This is the real
Brian Young.

He was a Navy SEAL who died
during the invasion of Iraq.

Young was born in Wisconsin,
but grew up in Illinois

and attended high school
with guess who?

Brent Dundas.

Oh, you've played
this game before.

They were even
on the same swim team.

So not only did Brent Dundas
and Brian Young know each other.

It's reasonable to believe

they were
friends.

That's where Brent got
his stories and his identity.

All right, well, our friend
the bartender here said

we ought to talk to one of
his waitresses, Star.

Apparently, she had a lot
of face time with the victim.

Why don't you guys check it out,
see if she knows anything?

Sam and I are going
to go through

the surveillance tapes
from the bar.

What are you doing?

Um, uh, Nell's hogging
the computers up in Ops,

running a multivariant
search, so...

What is that smell?

Oh. Sardines.

They're really high
in Omega-3 fatty acids.

Smells like cat food.

No wonder
Nell kicked you out.

I don't know what's worse--
the smell in here,

or the fact
you were eating in Ops.

You know if Hetty caught you,

she would shoot you on sight?
Where is Hetty?

Oh, I haven't seen her.

No wonder
you're acting so brave.

I'm gonna find her.

You want to keep going
through the surveillance tapes?

Not with you.

You and your fish breath
go work in the gadget room.

Here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

You threw your empty
sardine can in my recycling bin?

Got to save the planet, man.

Go save it somewhere else.

And bring me a new bin.

Nell, have you seen Hetty?

No, not since this morning.

What are you doing?

Uh, I'm looking for bacon.

As in Six Degrees
of Kevin Bacon?

Uh, collaboration distance?

Cluster analysis?

Okay, well, basically,

I'm going through the Prince
Whales credit card transactions

over the past couple
months and data mining

through their customers
to find any links

between Varley and Hertz--
the two men who stole

the radiopharmaceuticals
in the first place.

Hopefully,
I'll find a common vector.

Good luck with that.

Mm.

Great.

Brian was always a gentleman.

You mean Brent?

Did you see him
outside of work?

No, no.

We never dated or anything,
if that's what you're asking.

He seemed like a-a kind soul,
but tortured,

like he was always a little sad.

I figured
it was from being in the war.

Only he wasn't.
His friend was.

He said he lost his best friend
in the war.

Maybe he just never got over it.

Maybe it was Brian...
Brent's...

Brent's way
of honoring his dead friend.

By becoming him?

Maybe it was his way
of being someone he wasn't.

A lot of people want
a better life for themselves

and dream
of being someone they're not.

Star sounds a lot better

than Sarah Anne Shulman

from Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania.

I don't know about that.
Sarah Anne sounds pretty to me.

So, are you two, like,
together together?

Is it that obvious?

No! We're just partners.

With privileges.

Oh, definitely not.

Kind of.
No.

What about you?
Are you in a relationship?

Not really.

Now that's a crime.

Um, you should take this

just in case you
remember anything else.

Okay. Thank you
very much, Star.

Even if you
just, you know,

need to talk
or anything.

I'm gonna take this.

It's for
your own security.

And we're gonna go.

What are you doing?

I was just being
a good cop.

Cop blocker!

Seriously, I'm gonna crush
the life out of you.

I'm gonna gut you like a fish!

Problem, Mr. Hanna?

We need a new plasma.

What's wrong
with this one?

It's stupid,
and it's pissing me off.

Seriously,
I'm gonna shoot it.

What's really
wrong, Sam?

You mean besides a guy posing
as a SEAL

that may have built
a dirty bomb?

Oh, well,
that is a serious situation.

All the more reason
to keep one's cool.

I'm cool.

You know,

it's been a very long time

since I have heard
you laugh, Sam.

Hell, life itself,
can be absurd,

but you have
to embrace that.

If you can't smile now,

how can you possibly laugh

in the face of death?

Hetty,
why are you telling me this?

As a sailor,

Sam, you know the importance

of a solid anchor.

You have your
faith, your family,

your sense of humor.

Mr. Callen doesn't think

he needs anyone.

He does. He needs you.

You're his anchor,

and I sense
there's a storm coming.

Hetty, you're a lot of things,
but a psychic isn't one of them.

You want to level with me?

I just did.

I give up.

Can't find her
anywhere.

You're kidding, right?

She was just here.

Seriously, what kind
of tracker are you?

Well, she's avoiding me.

What was she talking about?

Ships, anchors, death.

To be honest,
she's kind of creeping me out.

I got bacon!

What?

A man by the name of Ryan Long
split a restaurant check

with Wendell Hertz
last December. In February...

What? ...he paid a bar tab
at the Prince O' Whales

the same night that Brent Dundas

made a withdrawal
from their ATM.

So, Ryan Long is the link

between the stolen
radiopharmaceuticals

and our dead man, Brent Dundas.

And that, my
friends, is bacon.

Ryan Long's been arrested
on several occasions,

mostly minor offenses
stemming from various protests.

He's a self-proclaimed
anarchist.

You got an address?

No. He only uses a P.O. box.

He does, however,
own a motor home

that Eric tracked down
using Kaleidoscope.

And as of 11
minutes ago, it was

in Playa del Rey
near the airport.

Looks like it's been abandoned.

Maybe that's what
I'll do.

I'm gonna rent an RV.

I'd love to see
you in a trailer park.

No, no, no. Drive
across country.

Sailing the back waters
of America,

just me and the open
road as my companion.

You're breaking
my heart.

Ryan?

Like I said,
abandoned.

Nice driving, slick.

You not only
wrecked your wheels.

You totaled your house.

You know this guy?

No?

Okay, well,
this is what he looked like

after he was lit on fire
with white phosphorus.

I had nothing to do with that.

Then why'd you
try and get away?

Because I know
how this government operates.

Yeah, I know
I'm on a watch list.

You know, people equate
anarchy with mayhem,

and that's not true.

I'm an advocate
of peaceful resistance.

Well, this country has
a rich history with anarchy.

Henry David Thoreau
was an anarchist.

Did you know that?

I didn't know that.
Sam, did you know that?

Robert Louis Stevenson thought
Thoreau was a girly man.

Called him a skulker.

A skulker.

You spy on us
with your satellites.

You can turn on our cell phones
without us knowing.

You take our photos,

you listen in
on our conversations.

Am I right?

What can I say?

You're right.

That's old
school stuff.

You've heard of
Bluetooth, right?

You don't think
they invented that

just so you could
talk to your mom

while you're
driving, do you? No.

Every time you put
that little earpiece in,

we have remote access
to your temporal lobe.

That's right, Ryan.

It's like
hooking up

a fiber optic cable
into your cerebral cortex.

We know what you're saying,
what you're seeing,

what you're thinking.

That's just the consumer model.

We got a machine
in the next room.

It can suck out
your memories.

The only problem is,
once they're gone, they're gone.

Phht. Instant amnesia.

Me, personally-- I
think it's a bridge too far.

But we're at war here.

Now it is a war on terror,

and I think the guy
that did this

has access to a dirty bomb,

and I think you
know where he is.

Where's he going?

Oh, don't worry about it, kid.

It hurts like hell, but
you won't remember any of it.

You can't do this.
Come on, you said yourself,

you know how
we operate.

Seriously,
I had nothing to do with this.

The guy you're looking for

is Shepherd.

Who's Shepherd?

I don't know his last name.

He used to be
in our group,

but he started advocating
militant aggression,

so we booted him out.

He formed his own group--
Propaganda of the Deed.

He ever talk
about using dirty bombs?

No, but I wouldn't
put it past him.

Where do we find him?

I don't know.

That guy is way off the grid.

The only way I ever contacted
him was through his blog.

This is Shepherd's blog site--
Propaganda of the Deed.

Frighteningly enough,
he appears to have

a fair amount of followers.

He's advocating violence
as a means

for social change,
spurned on in part by

the revolutions
going on in the Middle East.

Web site is hosted
outside the country,

and he uploads his blogs
via internet cafés.

He's doing a pretty good job
of shielding his identity.

Well, he's advocating
the use of militant action,

but my guess is that
he has no military experience.

He can espouse
the use of dirty bombs.

Hell, he can even
buy the materials

on the black market,
but he doesn't know how

to go about it on his own.

That's where
Brent Dundas comes in.

He's pretending to be a SEAL.

Shepherd's pretending
to be a revolutionary.

It's a match made in heaven.

Until Brent Dundas can't deliver
on that bomb, or refuses to,

when he realizes what a wing nut
this Shepherd is,

and then you got game over.

Okay, so how do we smoke out
this psychopath

before he actually succeeds?

Shepherd may still be looking
for someone who can make a bomb.

Maybe it's time we introduce him
to a real Navy SEAL.

No. No way.

We're running
out of time.

Our best bet is
to draw Shepherd out.

And the best way to do that is
to use me as bait.

Ask Ryan Long to set up
a meet and help coordinate

the long-awaited
uprising.

With you as the newest weapon
to support the cause?

We're gonna have to be prepared

to deal
with a potential dirty bomb.

Okay. I'll round up detection,
protection and containment gear.

Ah. Hetty, what
are you doing?

Oh, just a little...
spring cleaning.

What's the word
on Shepherd?

Well, we're
setting the trap.

I just hope that
he takes the bait.

Well, be careful.

There's nothing as dangerous
as a trapped animal.

True.

Here. I have something for you.

Oh. Wow.

I had it custom-made
to look like the one I used

on Bette Davis
in Death on the Nile.

I can't take that,
Hetty. I'm sorry.

Oh, I insist, but be careful.

Oh, that is the coolest thing
I've ever seen.

I figured you'd like it.

Like you,
it's both feminine

and deadly.

Therein lies its true value.

You think I'm feminine
and deadly?

Among many things.

It's what makes you so good
at this job.

The true challenge is knowing
when to stop.

What do you mean?

The job.

The importance of what we do,
the excitement of doing it--

it makes it very difficult
to give up.

When the day comes for you
to hang up your gun...

Oh.
and it will...

you're going to want
to come home to something more

than a collection
of antique weapons.

Unfortunately,

most of the guys
that I meet are...

trying to shoot me, so...

Not to worry.

Sometimes you find them,

sometimes they find you.

You just have
to keep your eyes open.

Enjoy that.

Thank you.

Detective.
Hetty.

I thought
you were getting the gear.

I am.
Are you?

'Cause that looks a lot
like a makeup brush.

You putting on some
radiation-proof foundation?

Got a little lead-lined
mascara in there?

No. It's just something
Hetty's getting rid of.

Really?

Yeah, but you have
to be careful, be...

Mm-hmm.

You two scare me.

Good.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Could you try not
to act so nervous?

I am nervous.

Then think about
something else.

All I can think
about is that picture

of that burned
guy you showed me.

You know,
you'd be doing me a favor

if you could erase that memory.

Deeks, Kensi, you in position?

Yeah.

You guys want to bring me
some chicken tenders?

Not really. You want to get
Deeks some chicken tenders, Sam?

Sure, if he makes himself useful

and washes my car
while he's out there.

Hold up, we got
someone coming your way.

Drew.

What are you doing here?

Shepherd sent me.

What is this, Ryan? I thought
you said Shepherd was coming.

It's just for
security purposes.

Shepherd just has
some questions first.

Shepherd?

I'm here. Get on with it.

Eric, Shepherd sent a proxy.

He's got him on the phone.

We're already trying
to trace it.

What SEAL team
were you in?

DEVGRU. Formerly SEAL Team 6
out of Dam Neck, Virginia.

What's unique about SEAL Team 2?

Seriously?

Arctic warfare capability.

Can I try Famous Battles
for 200?

Just answer the questions.

Who is Harry
Constance?

He was a Vietnam-era Navy SEAL
who completed over 300 missions,

all of which
you could find on Wikipedia.

I thought we'd be here
to blow something up,

not play Trivial Pursuit.

That's enough, Drew.

Take me off speaker phone.

Take this outside.

Excuse me.

Eric, how we doing
on that trace?

We're closing in. He's nearby.

The call's coming
from a land line.

What's he doing?
Sam, Cal, he's running away.

He left without his bag.
Go! Go! Go!

Everybody out of the bar! Now!

Come on, get out
of the bar! Go!

Stay down.

Oh, we're just lucky
no one was injured.

Well, I'll keep digging,
see what else I can find

on your bomb delivery boy.

Mm-hmm.
I'll call if we catch some fish.

All right, well, make sure
you let Hetty know

it was not a dirty bomb.
Will do.

The guy's name
is Drew Stetson.

He's a runaway,
all-around misfit.

Got a warrant
for a misdemeanor in Arizona.

Well, it's gonna be the
least of his worries now.

California Penal Code 12308:

attempted murder with
an explosive device.

It's a life sentence.

Thank you, Counselor.

According to our boy here,

Shepherd wanted to blow up Ryan
to set an example.

He also confirmed
Shepherd has a dirty bomb,

and he's determined
to use it.

Well, I don't suppose
he knows where?

Shepherd's supposed to reveal
when the time is right.

Well, maybe Eric will get lucky
with his phone trace.

It was a pay phone,

and there wasn't a surveillance,
ATM or traffic cam

within about a quarter mile.

Shepherd's just
posted to his blog.

It's essentially
a call to arms.

He's trying
to incite his followers

into a violent revolt

against what he sees
as a corrupt government.

He's delusional.

He's also armed and dangerous.

He already killed one person,
and he tried to kill us.

Well, we know he has
the radiopharmaceuticals,

and we've seen that
he's learned how to make a bomb.

Got a lot
of followers online.

It only takes one nut job
to encourage copycat behavior.

"The spark that will ignite
the revolution will be set today."

He'll want it
to be symbolic.

And for it
to be effective, he'll need

to get those
radiopharmaceuticals in the air.

Well, keep looking for Shepherd
and a list of possible targets.

You avoiding me?

If I wanted to avoid you,

Mr. Callen, you
wouldn't find me.

What's going on, Hetty?

Oh, many things.

Perhaps you should be
more specific.

I have to flinch first,
is that it?

Fine. I got a nut job
running around the city

with a dirty bomb,
who's already tried to kill us,

and you haven't weighed in
on this.

I have alerted the NEST teams

and apprised
the local authorities

of the appropriate
emergency protocols.

Thank you.

Is there something else
you think I should be doing?

I don't know.

Well, I think you've got it
covered, Mr. Callen.

If I didn't...

I'd tell you.

That's good to know.

Being in charge sucks,
Mr. Callen.

Everyone looks to you

for guidance and answers,

even when you have
none to give.

Well, I've never known you
to ever be at a loss for words.

The true test
of a commander is when

he is as frightened
and confused

as those who
look up to him.

In that moment,

when you can't find it
in yourself,

you will find it in them.

That's leadership.

G, initially we thought

Shepherd would go after
a hard target,

like a federal building
or a courthouse.

There's a rally today
in Pershing Square

to support the troops.

Well, it's symbolic.

Easy access,
lot of people.

Best chance of escape.

All right, Monty.

It's go time. Come on, buddy.

Hey, Monty.

Well, well,
look who's back.

What the hell is that?

For your information, he had to
have knee surgery. Poor thing.

Listen, if there's a bomb here,
Monty's gonna sniff it out.

Good boy, Monty.

You sure that's a police dog
and not a lab specimen?

Seriously, Deeks. At least
get him a pair of pants, all right?

Just ignore them, Monty.

They're jealous of me, too.

All right, find the bomb.

Come on, brother.
This side first.

No, no.

Here we go.

Want to check here? Come on.

Let's go.

Sam, check out
Johnny Guitar.

Guys, I think
I found something.

False alarm.

What do you got, buddy?

Well, sure.
Yeah. Why not?

Hey, fella.

How you doing?

Pretty good.

I told you,
it's just a guitar.

You want to tell me
what you're looking for?

Sorry, pal.

Must be something good in there.

I got him.
Public works, guys.

LAPD! Everybody out of the area!

Guys, it's a trash can!

Everybody down!
Out of the way!

All right, Shepherd.

Up!

You haven't stopped anything.

I'm just one of thousands.

The resistance is
growing, and soon

your authoritarian oppression
will come crumbling down.

Yeah, you know what they call
anarchists in prison, Shepherd?

Shower toys.

Let's let
the bomb squad do this.

I'm trained for
this. I can do it.

I know you are, and you're...
and you're very good at it,

but they're already here.

Well, it would be a shame

to make them put those hot and
heavy suits on for nothing.

Yeah. And you know what?
It probably wouldn't hurt

if we picked up the pace
just a little bit.

One day, Sam,
this dog will save your life.

I think somebody owes Monty
an apology.

Okay. Nice
work, mutt.

That's not very nice.

I was talking to Deeks. Thanks.

Hey, sailboat sounds pretty
good about now, doesn't it?

Yo. You okay?

Yeah. I was just thinking.

About what?

Something Hetty said.

I'm worried about her.

She's worried about you.

Why would she be worried
about me?

You can be a worrisome guy.

She pulled me aside, wanted
to talk about it today.

Me, too.

But not about you.

We had a real heart-to-heart
today about the future.

Me, three. She was talking
about things changing.

Guys, she's putting her affairs
in order.

Hetty?!

I've been calling you.

I'm sorry. I...
Why didn't you answer my calls?

Where is she?
Ms. Lange?

She's gone.

She tendered her resignation,
effective immediately.

Who are you?

Lauren Hunter,
her replacement.

Her replacement?

Is this a joke?

I'm not much of a joker...
Agent Blye.

Nell, get me
Director Vance on the phone.

That won't be
necessary.

Director Vance is coming
online in Ops

to brief you all momentarily.

Agent Callen, I'd like
to have a word with you

in my office
when you're finished.

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