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Los Angeles...

- Just thinking.
- About what?

Something Hetty said.

She pulled me aside.
Wanted to talk about it today.

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

Me, three.

Guys, she's putting her
affairs in order.

- Where is she?
- She's gone.

- Who are you?
- Lauren Hunter, her replacement.

I'm sorry.

Don't!

Where can I find Comescu?

Yes, you are.

Oh, bugger.

♪ NCIS: LA 2x24 ♪
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Original Air Date on May 17, 2011>

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Did you try to call her?

Three times.

I got a voicemail twice,
third time the line was busy.

That's probably me,
leaving a message...

six times.

There's got
to be more to this.

Yeah. And she knows.

Did you talk to Hetty?

She's not answering.
You think she was pushed?

It'd take a brave man
to push Hetty.

Or an ambitious woman.

What do we know about her, Eric?

You seriously think that I'd
misuse the entire resources

of the Pentagon,
Homeland Security

and half a dozen other
classified databases

just to gather information on
Senior Agent Hunter?

So she is an agent then?

I didn't say that.

Okay, I did say that,
but it was a calculated guess.

Mm-hmm. Is there anything else
you'd care to take a guess at?

I'd guess that she's been on
a classified assignment,

maybe to some place
like, I don't know...

oh, say Murmansk.

And then maybe, like, Warsaw.
Keep guessing.

I'd also guess that she's been
off the grid for two years.

Three.

That's also just a guess.

So who told her to take over
for Hetty?

That would have had to have come
from the top: Director Vance.

But that really is
a guess.

Not that everything else I just
said wasn't a guess.

Where's he going?

I guess he's going to ask her.

Yes, I have the authority.

Fine, you do that
and get back to me.

You walked off last night when
I wanted to talk with you.

So who are you?

I'm Miss Lange's
replacement. She...

...did not retire.

Not voluntarily.

You were very close with her.

I can understand
your... confusion.

Ah. Warsaw.

Okay, you got me.

Hetty's gone, Agent Callen.

She told me herself
she's not coming back.

Well, she hasn't told me,

and since she's not answering
her phone...

Then she mustn't want
to talk with you.

You don't know Hetty.

On the contrary.

Serbian?

Not Serbian.

Agent Callen?

Agent Callen!

A word with you, Agent Hanna.

Oh, crap.

You want to tell me where
we're going exactly?

To see Hetty.

What makes you think I know
where she lives?

Let's start with 1237

Hillcrest Drive
in Encino.

What do you mean, "start with"?

She has three houses
that I'm aware of.

Eric?

I followed her home
a couple times.

A couple of times?

Closer to a dozen.

She keeps moving.

Sleeps in a different house
every night.

Oh, that's great.

And I get to be there when you
tell her you followed her home.

She's gonna be so pissed
when we knock on her door.

Not as pissed as I am.

Keep going, Sam.

She's got company.

Look like Feds.

No car out front, though.

You getting a bad feeling
about this?

Yeah... ever since
you told me

you followed her home.

How you doing?

I live next door.

Just returning
the lawn mower.

What's the old girl up
to this time?

I haven't seen her
for a few days.

You guys aren't with
the city, are you?

Mind your own
business, pal.

So you are with the city.

Police business.

Now get lost.

Okay, no problem.

You guys are cops.
You probably don't mind

showing me some I.D.?

Federal Agent! Drop the weapon!

I guess they're
not Feds, Sam.

Gun!

Hetty?

Not good.

Not good at all.

Oh.
Oh, that is bad.

That is very bad.

Did, uh,
did you do that?

They did.

You took cover
behind Hetty's Jag?

What are you, insane?

They were shooting.
It was close.

And you think Hetty's
gonna be fine with that?

What you want us
to do, get shot?

Well, personally,
I would've risked it.

I know. Big Bad Mama
Bear and her Jaguar.

Just sayin'.

It's your fault.

You should've plugged that guy.

Know anybody with
a body shop?

The inner sanctum.

God, it feels weird, huh?

Feels wrong.

It's kind of freaking
me out, actually.

Yikes.

Listen, if we have to
go through her stuff,

I am not doing
the bedroom.

Hey, what do we know
about those guys?

They weren't
carrying I.D.'s.

So, freelancers.

Maybe former military.

Okay.

Did Eric talk to Hetty?

Not yet.

Found something.

Hetty-interruptus.

Really wish
you hadn't said that.

Me, too.

You know what this is
all about, now would be

a really good time
to tell us.

You're asking
the wrong person.

Oh, then who should I be asking?

Me.

Ops. Now.

All of you.

Agent Callen,
tell me what you know.

Well, I know that Hetty
has disappeared,

we just shot three guys
searching her house,

and I'm hoping to hell
that you know more than that.

I'm as shocked as you are
that Hetty resigned.

I flew out
here to try to

talk her into staying.

I arrived to find
that she'd already left.

And her replacement?

That's Hetty's suggestion.

Take my word for it,

Agent Hunter is more than
up to the task.

What'd she say?

That she was tired.

She'd had enough.

You don't believe that.

No.

Neither do you, Agent Callen.

What the hell has she gotten
herself mixed up in?

I don't know.

But whatever it is,
I don't think she believes

she can get out of it alive.

Latest please, Eric.

Running fingerprints
and facial recognition,

but still no positive I.D.
on any of the shooters.

That's all I got.

Did Hetty ask
either of you

to do any off-the-book
intel gathering?

No, not lately.

No, nothing urgent.

Any pending cases?

Maybe she was out front
on something.

We're not privy

to any pending operations.

We don't have access
until Hetty gives it to us.

Zulu-November-Tango...

...one-one-seven-nine.

Check the sign-in log.

Open the file Hetty accessed
the most the last two weeks.

Open it.

Crap. We got a virus.

Tell me that didn't just

wipe out our
entire database, Eric.

No. We're good.

It was localized to that file.

It's probably a one-time
virus that's, uh,

activated to erase

the next time you open the file.

And the last name
to access that file?

Hetty.

Eric, what's the code name
to the file?

Operation Comescu.

What's Comescu?

I have a message

for Comescu.

Obviously an important message
for you to kill two of my men.

I apologize.

It was an overreaction.

Oh.

Theirs or yours?

Who are you?

Who I am doesn't matter.

My message does.

Well...

tell me

and I will pass it on.

I'm sorry,
my message

needs to be
delivered in person.

I could shoot you right now.

Go ahead.

But when Comescu finds out
what you've done,

we'll both be dead together.

Yes... mm-hmm.
Director, I got a hit on our dead guys.

I'll call you back.

Put it up.

All four had
military records.

All cashed out.

All different units.

No common vector.
I got it.

Guns for hire.

So if I wanted to hire them,
who would I call, Eric?

Working on it.

Work faster.

Car was in the garage;
maybe she got a rental.

No, at least
not in her name.

Passport?

Mm. Nothing.

If Hetty's outside
of the country,

she's traveling
under an alias.

Comescu operates
out of Europe.

If that's the case
she's tracking,

that's where she's gone.

Then to track her,
I'll need to find out

which alias
she's traveling under.

Miss Jones...

...for your eyes only.

Access is limited to
Hetty's documented aliases.

No downloading, no printing,
no copying.

You report only to me.
Understood?

Got it.

I back up critical files

to my SkyDrive.

Hmm. Smart.

I.D. and password.

You don't have keystroke
recognition software

installed in this computer,
do you, Miss Jones?

Hmm.

No, sir.

I'm pleased
to hear it.

Done.

Where's Hunter?
Uh...

I don't know. Bathroom?

Don't get a lot
of field work?

Not really known
for my marksmanship.

Well, you're not really
known for much at all.

In fact, no one that works
here has ever heard of you.

Oh.

Well...

that's all right,

'cause I've never really heard
of any of them.

Except you.

And Hetty.

Yeah.

You don't like me.

I don't know you.

Whatever happened
to first impressions?

Usually unreliable.

Except maybe in your case.

Who's Comescu?

That's a question
for the director.

Well, I'm asking you.

Hetty trusts me.

She would not have
recommended me to take over

if she didn't.

Doesn't that count
for something?

It should count enough for you
to tell me the truth.

Who is Comescu?

I'm sorry, Callen.

But I can't answer that.

Who's Comescu?

That's classified, Agent Callen.

You haven't been read in.

Then read me in.

I can't do that.

Hetty trashed the file,
remember?

You're telling me
that was the only copy?

As far as I know, yes.

Now, it's possible
Hetty may have a backup,

but you're gonna have
to ask her that,

once we track her down.

Agent Hunter's read in?

She is.

Great. I'll have her brief me.

It's a thin file, Agent Callen.

It's light on facts,
it's heavy on speculation.

Okay, then why exactly
was Agent Hunter read in?

Because she specializes
in linguistics.

The decision was Hetty's,
Agent Callen.

She's highly regarded, and
not just by this agency.

You're gonna have
to trust her.

And you're gonna
have to learn

to work with her,
fast, because

if we don't find Hetty,

what is now a temporary
position, will become permanent.

Director, I've found him.

It can wait.

No, it can't, Eric.

You found who?

Uh, the pro-team's
booking agent.

His name is Bernie Fischer.

Photo and his current
GPS location have just

been uploaded.

Sounds like we're done here,
Agent Callen.

Bring him in.

I got a condition.
A medical condition.

Don't worry, it's common.

Lotta people sweat
when they lie.

I'm not lying.
Why would I lie?

Facing 15 to 20,
hell, I'd lie, Bernie.

Would you lie, Sam?

- I'd lie like there's no tomorrow.
- Mm-hmm.

Actually, 15 years in military
prison, there is no tomorrow.

What do you mean,
military prison?

Military crime.

Military investigation.

Military prison.

But I'm not a military guy.

Look at me?
I hate the military.

Careful.

I'm a pacifist,
for God's sake.

Pacifists don't go down very
well in military prison.

Well, actually,
they do go down.

Listen, this is not a lie, okay?

I just book them.

I don't know what they do
or how they do it.

They don't tell me, I don't ask.

I'm just
a booking agent.

Mr. Ten Percent,
you know?

Only ten percent?

Okay, 35%.

There he goes lying again.

Can I have some water?

You know, in military prison,

they only give water

twice a day?

Did you know that, G?

I didn't know that, Sam.
I guess we're gonna have

to hold off on the water
there, Bernie.

Okay, I want you to take
a look at some photos.

Ever seen anything like it?

Nope.

Guy's leaking
like a sieve.

Sweating out a confession.

Oh, my God!

Why do they all look dead?

Because we killed them.

What do you wanna know?

I'll tell you everything.

What were they looking for?

A file.
Probably on computer

or one of them thumb drives.

What file?

I only got a name. I got no idea

what's on it, okay?

What was the name of the file,
Bernie?

Operation Comescu.

We saw that coming.

What were the arrangements?

50 grand up front.

I was supposed to call them
when we got the file.

Another 50 on delivery.

Who called you?

The guy himself.

What guy?

Grigore Comescu.

Only he didn't call.

We met.

Over coffee.

And did not...
see that coming.

Comescu is here in Los Angeles?

Yeah. Honest to God,
I am not lying.

Hetty must have found out

Comescu was looking
for his file.

Explains why she planted
the virus in it.

Trying to stay
one step ahead.

We've got Comescu's number.

He's expecting a call.

Simple plan:
we offer him

what he wants.
The file.

I'll pose as a member
of the pro-team,

tell him we're cutting Bernie
out of the deal.

He makes the meet,
we grab him.

Any chance
Bernie Fischer is lying?

No.
Uh-uh.

Nope.
Nah.

Well, glad to see you all share
the same view.

Don't mess it up.

The only intel
we have on

Grigore Comescu are some blurry
surveillance photos

from Interpol and a Police
Nationale file from Paris,

linking him to people
smuggling in Poland.

Hetty must have known more.

Why else would she be
tracking this?

I'm acutely aware of that fact,
Agent Callen.

So brief me on
Operation Comescu.

Agent Hunter, does Agent Callen

have the information
he needs to proceed?

Yes, Director.

Then that's all the information
you need to know, Agent Callen.

And Agent Callen...

I'll be the one interviewing
Comescu when you bring him in.

Any chance that Hetty's
analysis is wrong?

No, Hetty didn't get it wrong.

In position, Sam.

Deeks, heads up.
He's out there somewhere.

Roger that, Sam.

Eric, picture up?

Picture's up, Sam.

Hey, um, some guy,
he gave me ten bucks

to give you this.

What guy?

Something's up.
Hold your position.

Meeting's changed, Sam.

Rooftop across the street.

G, this is not a good idea.
We don't have rooftop cover.

G, are you reading me?

Why is he moving from
the street to a rooftop?

Secluded, no one else.

He wants to make sure
he's alone.

That cuts both ways, leaves
Comescu exposed as well.

He'll have backup.
At least one guy with him.

Plus high cover.

The high-rise behind you
overlooks the rooftop.

That's where I'd be.

Kensi, Deeks, check it.

♪ ♪

I like rooftops.

You can be alone.

You can enjoy the view.

You can smoke.

You can throw people off.

You like rooftops?

Not particularly.

You got my money?

You have my file?

Eric, you're going
to have to be my eyes.

First sign of trouble,
you understand?

You got it, Sam.

There.

They tell us there might
be a woman in the house.

She wasn't there.

You were fortunate.

I know others who were not.

The file.

This woman-- you say
she's causing you problems?

Not for much longer.

You want to tell us
where she is,

we could
take care of her for you.

Not necessary.

We have her.

Federal agents!

Grigore!

Sam, second shooter.

Go!

Kensi, Deeks,
what's your status?

We're good.

One down.

Eric,

tell Director Vance

Comescu's dead.

He, um...

knows.

I found Hetty.

Well, not exactly,

but we're on her trail. Uh,

she bought an airline
ticket to Prague

under one of her
aliases-- Gloria Edwards.

She then used a credit card
under the same name

and booked into a hotel
yesterday.

And last night, she used
the card to pay for a cab

to an address
in the west of the city.

She's not wasting
any time.

She's not bothering
to cover her tracks.

It's like she doesn't think
it matters anymore.

Was it a one-way
or roundtrip ticket?

One-way.

- Comescu's people have Hetty.
- Yeah, I heard.

Well find her.
I'm putting the team on it.

You have a team?

Not in Prague,
I don't.

How long have you known
she's been in Prague?

Miss Jones just told me.

I need a ticket on the
next available flight.

Not necessary.

I'll send a team from
the field office in Paris.

Oh, that's great. They can pick
me up when I land in Prague.

You're not going to Prague.

I speak Czech,
I speak Romanian,

I have contacts in
Prague that can help us.

You are no longer
on this case, Agent Callen!

Then give me a reason!
Tell me why!

What is Operation
Comescu about?!

It's about you,
Agent Callen.

Operation Comescu
is all about you.

Operation Comescu is
an ongoing investigation

into a Romanian
crime family.

You dream up the
worst pain and suffering

a man can inflict
on another man--

Comescu family's
done worse.

They've done much worse.

I don't have to ask you
if you remember

Dobrashin Garasovic, do I?

Garasovic was Romani.

Just like the Comescues.

He was trying
to contact you.

He was trying to warn you.

Warn me about what?

That's what Hetty's
trying to find out.

That's what
she was working on.

Operation Comescu
is hers and hers alone.

She found out...

The Comescu Family
want you dead, Agent Callen.

Why?

Some sort of long-running

family feud,
as far as we can tell.

I don't have...
any family.

They think I do?

They probably mistake you
for somebody else.

Probably.

Hetty was trying
to protect me.

And that's why
you can't go to Prague.

That is why... I have
to go to Prague.

Hetty has resigned
her position.

She's operating outside
of the authority of this agency.

We will send a team from Paris.

We'll find her,
we'll try to bring her back,

we'll try to get her
the hell out of there,

and you will not...
you will not

be a part of that team.

♪ ♪

I would if I could.

Yes, you would, Detective.

Prague's a big city.

They won't even know
where to start looking.

I, uh...

automatically uploaded
all of the Prague addresses

and information
into the system.

It's already on
their cell phones.

I'm sorry.

Find her, Agent Hunter.

Before they all get killed.

You going to keep doing that?

I hate buying guns
on the black market.

Don't know where they've been,
when they were last cleaned,

or by whom.

You cleaned it this morning.

Twice.

This cheap ammo's going to jam.

You didn't have
to come, you know.

Yet here we are.

Okay, let's do this.

This time, leave at least one
of them alive, will you?

Then don't make me have
to save your sorry ass again.

Clear?

Clear.

Here.

Hetty's alive.

Where?

Romania.

My apologies...

for intruding.

I have a message
for the head

of the Comescu Family.

I am the head
of the Comescu Family.

My name is Alexa Comescu.

And I'm...
Gloria Edwards,

according to your passport.

Your real name
is Henrietta Lange.

You prefer Hetty.

But I doubt
even that is your real name.

Now, tell me,
Henrietta,

what message could be
of such importance

that you are willing to die
to deliver it?

Two stories.

High fence.

Well, the gate
will be guarded,

even if you can't
see them.

Approach from the beach will
probably be covered, as well.

They'd see us coming
for miles.

Well, then it has
to be from the road.

Main entrance. We drive up,
talk our way in.

Maybe a diversion
on the beach.

Something to get them
looking out.

Then we come in tactical
via the road,

hit them hard and fast.

For many years now, you have
been looking for a man.

The last of his family.

His name is...

I know his name.

And what is this?

Proof.

Working late,
Miss Jones?

Oh, uh, yeah.
I-I was just, um...

Lange, Henrietta.

Well, I, uh...
I found something odd.

Two things,

actually.

Uh, a week before Hetty left,

she put in a document request,

and after it arrived,
she erased the paper trail.

Well, obviously,
she didn't erase all of it.

What was the document?

Callen's death certificate.

He died three weeks ago.

They are all dead...

Alexa.

What was the second thing?

Well, I saw this.

I, um... I know
I wasn't supposed to, but...

It's Hetty's personnel file.

Additional
distinguishing features.

I know. It says she has a...

You tell no one.

Do you understand,
Miss Jones?

Understood.

G...

G!

G?

And why should I trust you?

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