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REPORTER: Oh, yet another beautiful
morning in the City of Angels.

The traffic's light coming out
of Pasadena, toward downtown,

with no construction
or accidents to report.

What a perfect day to commute,

so, if you're driving into work,

you should snap a photo
for posterity's sake.

Be something
to show your grandkids.

♪ ♪

(tires squeal)

(engines roaring)

What was that? Okay, we have
an SUV that's just exploded.

We're gonna try to to get down.

It is a scene of absolute chaos.

Max, are we getting this?

♪ NCIS: LA 3x03 ♪
Backstopped
Original air date on October 4, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

It's comparing apples
and oranges.

Lethal injection
or firing squad.

Not really fair
to either of them.

I'm just saying the comparison
begs to be made.

Hetty and Hunter.

Pick your poison.

Hetty's more like

that little pill
you slip in someone's drink

so they follow
your every command.

Those pills exist? Really?

Calm down, Deeks-- they don't
work on farm animals.

(chuckles)

CALLEN:
I trust Hetty.

Can't say the same thing
about Hunter.

Okay, listen, Hunter's
just trying to do her job.

And she's obviously isn't gonna
get the love

and respect
that we give Hetty,

so she uses other
leadership tools.

Right. Like secrecy.

And ruthlessness.

No problem using others

to achieve her own agenda.

She is not that bad.

Okay, is there a reason
you keep defending her?

No.

- No reason.
- No?

I'm just, you know,

I mean, she did upgrade

all the hardware around here.

- Uh-huh
- Yeah.

She got us those brand-new
HK-416 assault rifles.

Gave me a parking space.

- Ha! There it is.
- What?!

Turning traitor for parking.

No.

Traitor.

Says the guy that
has a five-second

walk from his aggro muscle car
to the front door.

Oh, quit while
you're ahead, Deeks.

I'm ahead?

ERIC:
Not even close.

Hate to break up the conclave,
but duty calls.

Gosh, I miss that whistle.

DEEKS: Yeah, I didn't
miss the whistle.

Did you guys miss
the whistle?

- Nope. - Nah.
- Not really.

Eric.

Footage is from the local

CBS affiliate's
traffic segment.

ERIC:
Watch the black SUV.

NELL: The driver was killed
instantly by the blast.

Staff Sergeant Nelson Marcos,
U.S. Marine.

Marcos was a combat engineer
specializing in demolitions.

So what's our angle?

Homeland Security?
Terrorism?

Espionage?

Staff Sergeant
Marcos was a Marine.

Isn't that reason enough?

Eric, play it back
at half speed.

Zoom in on the blue sedan

coming up on the SUV.

See that? Slowed down.

They made sure it was him before
they remote-detonated the bomb.

Sedan was
I.D.'ing the driver.

Everyone else slows down

when the sedan
accelerates away.

The SUV belongs
to Calvin Winslow.

The Calvin Winslow?

Guy runs the biggest
club in L.A.

Hottest people, best DJs,
toughest door in town.

I mean, people spend more time
behind those velvet ropes

than they do inside
the actual club.

Or so I've heard.

The ATF suspects
Winslow is using his club

as a front to move small
arms to the city's gangs.

Looks like
his former partner

is about to open up
his own club.

DEEKS:
Thom Baird came up

as Winslow's protegé,
then he jumped ship.

They had a falling out,
and now they're competitors.

Drama in clubland.

No criminal records
for Winslow or Baird.

All right, visit Winslow
and see what he knows.

We'll check out
the victim,

Nelson Marcos.

I've made
some operational changes.

Callen, you'll be working
with Kensi,

Sam with Deeks.

Partner up.

I'm sure you'll
all make this work.

Why are you doing this?

Your hostility towards me is
affecting the team's work.

No, it's not.

The team is doing
just fine.

Whatever hostility I have
is not about them.

It's about you.

I can't trust anybody

that withholds information
about my past; my life.

And yet you trust Hetty.

If I told you what was
on Alexa Comescu's laptop

in Romania, would
that gain your trust?

It'd be a good place to start.

The Comescu family's real
business is money.

Clean money.

They provide hundreds of
criminal enterprises

all around the world with
start-up loans.

And in exchange for those funds,
the family gets part ownership.

I thought they were involved
in human trafficking.

Yeah, they were.

Along with narcotics, terrorism
and counterfeit goods.

If you were a criminal
looking for an investor,

you'd call the Comescus.

And if your business failed?

You die.

The laptop is just
the tip of the iceberg.

My investigation's still got
a long way to go. It's...

Your investigation?

Authorized by Director Vance.

And you report to...?

Hetty.

There's nothing about you
on the laptop, Agent Callen.

The answers that you're
looking for, they...

they died with Alexa Comescu

in Romania.

Parking space is just
a piece of asphalt.

It's not worth Sam.

You think I
don't know that?

So we have to do something.

Orders are orders.
(sighs)

Do what we're told.

Make it a lot easier.

All right.

You ready for the Marty
Deeks crash course?

Can you teach it
from the hospital?

Okay.

Hey.

Is there something that I
should know about Cal...

Is there something I
should know about Callen?

I know he's had a tough time
with Hetty and Romania and...

He's fine.

Just watch him with Hunter.

Okay.

So you, uh, got any tips for me

on how to housebreak
an angry Navy SEAL?

Yeah, let him drive.

That's it?

Don't be afraid
to take the lead.

Assert your authority.

Let him know you're
comfortable being in charge.

Really?

It's actually the only
way to win his respect.

Kens?

Yeah.

(clears throat)

So I was doing a little bit
of thinking over here,

and I was thinking maybe
we should take my car.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

We should probably
take your car.

'Cause mine is
much further.

Yours is
probably closer.

Yeah, good plan.

We should take
your car.

Dead guy's house.

Yep.

I know what's wrong here.

Do tell.

There can only be one
alpha male in a partnership.

- Alpha male.
- Yeah.

Dominant
authority figure.

Yep.

Leader of the pack.

Problem is, we got ourselves
a pack of two.

And how does a pack
resolve this issue, Deeks?

You watch the
Nature Channel, right?

Pack of wolves, the alpha male

maintains eye contact to assert
dominance over the betas.

Anybody ever tell you
your left eye

is bigger than your right eye?

What?

Let's go, Alpha.

Exactly. Exactly my point,
'cause I'm obviously not Beta.

Just saying.

According to his Marine
file, Marcos lived alone.

Let's take a look
around back.

Federal agent!

Okay, that's my face

you just stepped on.

Please do something stupid
so my partner can shoot you.

Why'd you run?

Bomb.

DEEKS: All right, bomb squad
cleared the house.

I took a look around,
didn't find anything,

which means that, uh, Paul
Bunyan here is our best lead.

How original.

Never heard that one
before, tough guy.

Took you down, didn't I?

Yeah, I was impressed.

No one's ever beat up
the soles of my shoes

with his face like that.

I know you do
not want me

to go alpha male
on you right now.

Try me.

Relax, Gigantor.

I will drop you like
third period French.

You think about that.

(chuckles)

Kensi probably doesn't need
to know about that whole

beating up the soles of his
shoes with my face thing, right?

Good talk.

I'm going to go
check out the blast zone.

Are you okay?

I've been better.

Is it Hunter?

Motion sickness.

I am a great driver.

Not even close.

Okay, Deeks doesn't have to know
you feel this way, right?

Hey, Callen?

(siren wailing)

All right.
Thanks, Eric.

Yeah.

On our way to Winslow's
when we got the news.

- You and Deeks okay?
- Yeah.

You car sick?

KENSI:
What...? No...

So who's Goliath?

What's next,
beanstalk jokes?

SAM:
It's Charles Redman.

Tell them what you told me

about Staff
Sergeant Marcos.

Look, Nelson was my friend.

He let me crash here
on nights I worked late.

Worked late doing what?

Cabaret hospitality
specialist.

(chuckles)

He's a nightclub bouncer.

Knew that guy looked familiar.

Mm-hmm.

You two
know each other?

No.

Last Thursday at the club--
tried to cut the line.

Told people you starred
in that vampire movie.

Kensi, that's...
I was undercover there.

I was... I was following up
that lead with the guy.

Remember the case
with the thing?

No.
(Deeks chuckles)

You don't seem real upset

about your friend's murder,
Mr. Redman.

Didn't know
until you guys told me.

Still hasn't hit me, I guess.

Bomb squad just said

that the, uh, shed
was an explosives factory.

Said they found residue
of military-grade C-4.

You want to explain that to us?

I will-- if you protect me.

From who?

Calvin Winslow.

ERIC:
LAPD found the blue sedan

abandoned just a few blocks
from the freeway.

Reported stolen
30 minutes earlier.

Any link to the explosion?

There was a burn phone inside.

Betting that's what they used
to detonate the bomb.

Anything on Redman?

Well, bank records show
he was telling the truth

about working the door
at Calvin Winslow's club.

He also did two years
in the Army.

CALLEN: All right, let's
work this guy, Eric.

Monitor the interview--
track his answers.

Update us on our comms.

Sam, let's find out why Redman
is so scared of Winslow.

I didn't realize being
a cabaret hospitality specialist

was such a dangerous job.

Why do you need
protection from Winslow?

He's got some guys--

they've laid beatings
on employees.

Maybe worse.

These guys kill
Staff Sergeant Marcos?

I don't know.

Look, we were buddies
since high school.

I got him gigs
working security with me

at the club
when he was off duty.

Marcos was driving one of
Winslow's SUVs when it exploded.

Winslow chauffeurs VIP clients
to the club.

He uses us as drivers sometimes.

(computer beeps)

I just received
a preliminary report

from the LAPD Bomb Squad.

The device that killed Marcos
was of the same design

as the one that took out
the storage shed.

Photos?

Coming up.

So what did Marcos do
to Winslow?

Few nights ago,
I crashed at Marcos's place.

Found some gear
stashed in a closet.

Explosives.

Kind of stuff
the military uses.

I confronted him,
and he said he stole it.

Somebody hired him
to make a bomb.

Winslow?

He wouldn't tell me.

So what were you doing
in that shed this morning?

I got woken up by noises.

I heard somebody out back.

It was just sitting there
on the workbench.

It was wired to a cell phone.

The phone's alarm
was counting down.

Look, I just got
the hell of there.

When was the last time
you spoke with Winslow?

Maybe a week ago, at the club.

I'm seeing over
a dozen calls

to Winslow
from Redman's cell phone

over the past two weeks.

SAM:
Then explain the calls

made to Winslow
from your cell phone.

I told you,
I didn't call Winslow.

Marcos uses my phone sometimes.

It had to be him.

Step outside, gentlemen.

There's something
I need you to see.

Well, clearly,
he's feeling guilty.

And clearly, he's
covering his own ass.

These are evidence photos

of the bomb remnants

from the freeway
and from the shed.

Your assessment, Agent Hanna.

I'd say both bombs were built
by the same person.

Common design elements.

Same type of
tape, wire.

And both bombs
are equipped

with two cell
phone triggers.

The first phone
receives a signal

and triggers the blast.

The companion phone
takes that signal

and transmits it
to other devices.

These types of bombs are
designed to be used together.

It's like the first device
can trigger the second,

and the second can trigger
a third, and so on.

It's a chain of explosions.

A chain meant for what?

To destroy something big.

You were the weird kid
on the playground

obsessed with fire, weren't you?

I'm just saying.

That's my assessment.

You might want to take
a look at this.

Uh, Marcos had security cameras
at the back of his house.

The only one who went inside
the shed today was Redman.

ERIC: Camp Pendleton's reported
12 pounds of C-4

missing from
an ammo supply point,

along with a crate
of blasting caps.

Staff Sergeant Nelson Marcos
had access to that location.

DEEKS:
Paul Bunyan is screwed.

You used Marcos.

You convinced him
to steal

plastic explosives
from Pendleton

and make bombs
for money.

You were the only one in
that shed this morning.

Marcos never called Winslow
from your cell-- it was you.

So...

want to start over?

Winslow killed Nelson.

But it was my fault.

Winslow knew I was
ex-military, but...

I really didn't have the
expertise for what he wanted.

So I told him about Nelson.

He offered us $100,000
for five bombs

rigged to cell phone
detonators.

I talked Nelson into helping me.

Why'd he kill him?

'Cause Nelson changed his mind

after he found out
what the target was.

What was the target?

I don't know.

He called me after he left,
said he'd tell me

when he got back.

Said Winslow needed four bombs

for the first target
and one for the second.

Guess he was the second.

I should have gone with him.

I knew he
was having doubts.

I got my friend killed.

After I heard the
news, I panicked.

When we got hired, Nelson made
a sample bomb for Winslow.

That's what I used
to level the shed.

You know, prints
were all over

the explosives,
the detonators.

It just seemed
like the easiest way to destroy

all the evidence
before the cops arrived.

Four devices.

One target.

We could be looking
at half a city block.

Redman seemed
genuinely remorseful.

More like genuinely scared.

Think we got enough
to charge Winslow?

Motive would be good.

The ATF has been
after Winslow for years.

This case needs
to be airtight.

So let's bring Winslow in,
apply a little pressure.

Redman's word against his,
and his highly paid lawyers?

So we tell him that we know
about the other four devices.

At the very least, it
stops him from using them.

- Doesn't lock him up.
- Does save lives.

What's our mission here again?

Sam...

do you think
that we can use Redman

to get inside
Winslow's organization?

If Winslow still
trusts him,

and if Redman's willing
to work with us.

Well, Redman
is feeling guilty.

Maybe he wants
to redeem himself.

Maybe.

Worth a shot, then.

I need to organize some
logistics with Eric first.

Do that.

I'll go accompany my partner.

The ATF has had Winslow
under surveillance.

They've confirmed
that he's got a mistress.

Her name is Ashley Thomas.

I'm going to need
real-time updates.

When is Hetty coming back?

Good question.

DEEKS:
Winslow's club.

So you want
to rehearse?

Rehearse what?

I usually run lines
before an undercover op,

but, you know,
maybe that's just me.

Want to get your hair
and makeup done, too?

(chuckling)

I'm just very committed
to my craft.

I just go with the flow.

Ah, improv guy.
I like it.

Me, I like to get a little
Method with it, you know?

But, whatever,
improv's fine, too.

Which one of us
is the more

dominant presence
in this partnership?

Don't think; just answer.

(snaps fingers)
Go.

Ignore him, Redman.

You ready?

(sighs)

Not really.

Good.

He'll expect you to be nervous.

That's him.

REDMAN:
That's Winslow.

SAM:
Okay. Give him a few minutes

to settle in, then we move.

So what's
your favorite food?

CALLEN:
Excuse me?

Just breaking the ice.

Kensi, we've known each other
for a long time.

Yeah, but how much do we
really know about each other?

We've always had
Sam and Deeks

as these social
buffers,

and I know you don't
open up to anyone,

but still...

You don't exactly open
up to anyone, either.

Yeah, but I'm
willing to try

for the good
of this partnership.

Okay.

Okay.
I'm listening.

(chuckles)

Just stick to the case.

Agreed.

Agreed. Okay.

Why did Hunter
split us all up?

Oh, wait,
because she can.

She's too calculated
to do it on a whim.

She did it for a reason.

Well, here we are.

Ashley Thomas's unit.

(knocks)

CALLEN:
I don't think she's here.

You sure we have
the right address?

Yeah.

Looks like she moved out.

Or she never moved in.

Okay.

Let's go.

Thanks for letting me do this.

Means a lot.

What's your distress word?

Deeks.

Good luck using that
in a sentence.

SAM:
Okay, Eric, we're on the move.

Read you loud
and very clear, Sam.

(typing)

You got stones, Redman.

Most guys would have
skipped town.

I made a mistake
with Marcos.

Came to set it right.

Who's your friend?

Sam Harris.

Don't know you.

I'm worth getting to know.

You got a problem.

I can fix it.

I got a problem?

Faulty equipment.

Marcos called me.

He said he did something to the
devices so they wouldn't blow.

The one this morning
worked pretty well.

He said he only did it
to four of them.

The ones he planted
for you.

Like I said, faulty equipment.

And you can fix it.

Well, I'd have to see
the equipment to be sure.

It's already on-site.

Gonna cost more.

Why don't you give me
the location.

I'll take a look.

This isn't a negotiation.

(beeping)

Hey, hey, hey.

Is that real?

Half a pound of C4.

The detonator
circuit's complete

soon as I release the
pressure on the switch here.

And the result?
They'll be picking up

the pieces with a wet-vac.

Looks like a negotiation now.

Any luck with
Winslow's mistress?

The apartment was a dead end.

I should be there.

Agent Hanna's got the
situation under control.

This device is a smaller version
of the one Marcos built.

He said when the green light
flashes red,

the device detonates.

Mm-hmm.

Let me see if this works.
No!

(loud pop)

Son of a...

Maybe I should shoot you myself.

(smug chuckle)

I altered the device.

The detonation chain
never reached the C4.

Started and ended

with the blasting cap.

That's the difference
between bang and boom.

Water doesn't compress,

so it stops the explosion
in its tracks.

You can use water
as a barrier.

Place the barrier on the left,
it drives the blast right.

Place the barrier up top,
it drives the blast down.

- Which means?
- You think you're bringing down

a whole building, and you end up
only damaging the floor.

Or you level
an entire city block.

REDMAN: Marcos could've
done this to my bombs.

Looks like it's time for you

to hire a professional,
Mr. Winslow.

I guess I just did.

This guy Winslow has
no shortage of women

hanging off his
arm at his club.

A different one
every night.

So far, I've found only four

with multiple photos
taken on different days.

But none of them go by
the name Ashley Thomas.

What about the ATF?

They had him
under surveillance.

Uh, where do you think
I got the photos?

I also trawled the paparazzi
and various nightlife sites.

Turns out, Winslow doesn't like
to stray far from his own club.

Social networking?

A blank.

Whoever this mistress is,
she's very discreet.

Eric's confirmed that
Ashley Thomas's landlord

received a wire transfer
from a Swiss account

for an amount equaling
12 months rent.

Name of the account holder?

He's still working on it.

He thinks it'll take
several high-level phone calls

for a bank in Geneva

to open up its books.

Which one's Ashley Thomas?

That'd be none of them.

He's going to
an awful lot of trouble

to keep her hidden away.

NELL: Yeah, and I'm
beginning to think

we're not going
to find her.

I'm beginning to think
I know why.

Ashley Thomas.

You found her?

I don't think she exists.

My intel is solid, Agent Callen.

Why'd you choose our team
for this case?

Winslow's not a
high-priority target.

You split us up.

You sent us off chasing ghosts.

Ashley Thomas is not a ghost.

You're keeping us off balance,
you're keeping us busy.

Why?

What's this really about?

You need to keep looking
until she turns up.

And when she doesn't...?

She will.

(phone ringing)

Agent Hunter.

ERIC: Hey, Sam's en route
to another location.

Thank you, Eric.

Sam is on the move.

Give my regards to Ashley
when she turns up.

I know this spot, Eric.

This is where Winslow's
old partner, Thom Baird,

is opening up his new club.

This has got to be where
Winslow's planted the bombs.

SAM:
This one of your clubs, Winslow?

WINSLOW:
No.

(knocks)

We're on the list.

How are you?

HUNTER:
Eric, what's the club's layout?

Main entrance is on your street,

service entrance
around the back,

several other businesses
next door.

It's a big club.

Lot of places to plant a bomb.

Or four.

Deeks, Callen and Kensi
are about to join you.

Backup for the backup,
that's fantastic.

Do we have a plan here?

Hold until Sam has located all
four devices and disabled them.

Then move in.

Simple plan.

What could possibly go wrong?

Plenty.

Uh, Sam just entered
the building.

Eric, is the club open?

Um, no.
Grand opening's in two days.

HUNTER:
Call the nearby businesses.

Tell them
that there's been a gas leak

and they need to evacuate.

Nell, call LAPD
and tell them

they need to
block the street

to through traffic.

No lights, no sirens.

Well, well, well,
if it isn't my ex-partner

and my current partner's
ex-partner.

Where's Sam?

DEEKS:
He's gone clubbing.

- Isn't that owned by Winslow's...
- Ex-partner.

- You couldn't resist, could you?
- I couldn't.

We're gonna have to
evacuate the street.

Hunter's already
on it-- gas leak.

Well, if Winslow sees
the street being evacuated,

- he's gonna know something's up.
- You take the front door.

Soon as the street's clear,
we're going in.

All right.
Deeks, stay with me.

Three partners
in one day.

I'm feeling all giddy.

(earpiece beeps)

Eric, comms up.

Comms up.

Callen and Kensi
are patched in.

Nice-looking club.

NELL: Uh, is he doing
what I think he's doing?

(zips up)

You really don't like this guy.

I made him.

And this is how he repays me.

He's gonna learn
the hard way.

Be easier to just
burn this place.

Why go to all this trouble?

I want to maximize
the pain.

Okay, so where are
the bombs?

Number one.

(steady, quiet beeping)

Yep, dual cell phone
detonators.

Branch of an explosive chain.

This should do it.

Where are the others?

Structural walls front,
back and main stairwell.

Will it work?

If you're asking if it'll
bring down the building, sure.

Long as it detonates.

Well, that's why
you're here.

You got a burn phone
to activate this?

Number's
already entered.

Well, don't pocket-dial
or we'll all be dead.

(laughs)

Perimeter. Start at the front.

Where's he going?

Stretching his legs.

Callen, we've got a tourist.

Heading to the front
of the building.

Kensi, did you get that?
I got it.

Ma'am, hurry up, please.

There's a gas leak.

- Move away from the building.
- Hey, what's going on?

Gas leak. Second
one this week.

I don't know.

Cat's out of the bag, guys.

Kensi, is the street clear?

Almost.

So much for that
simple plan.

(quiet, steady beeping
continuing)

(talking quietly)

WINSLOW:
Street is being evacuated.

Gas leak.

Now, isn't that
a coincidence?

So what are we waiting for?

Well, someone told the cops.

I'm gonna find out who.

SAM: The guy who did this, fixed it
so it wouldn't explode.

I guess good help
is hard to find, huh?

And now I found you.

Talk to me, Eric.

They're in the west corner
of the club.

Sam deactivated the first bomb.

I'm moving in.

Callen, hold your position.

CALLEN:
Kensi, get ready to move in.

Maybe you're not
who you say you are.

It was me.

The cops came to talk to me.

I... might have said something,
Mr. Winslow.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Redman's down.

Call an ambulance.

CALLEN:
Kensi, move in.

(Redman gasping weakly)

(weakly):
For Nelson.

(labored breathing)

For Nelson.

(groans weakly)

When you don't know
who to trust...

Trust no one.

Federal agents!

(gunshots)

(bodyguard groans)

(groans)

Ow!

(bullet ricochets)

(groans)

(grunting)

(phone beeps)

(grunting)

(beeping) Uh-oh. Someone is using
your cell phone.

Shut it down!

(beeping continues)
Come on, come on!

The call is relaying--
I-I can't stop it!

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

(ringing)

This one's safe;
the others aren't.

Callen, get the hell
out of there now!

SAM:
Go, go!

(panting)

(lock jiggling)

(phone ringing, device beeps)

(phone ringing,
device beeps)

(phone ringing, device beeps)

(sighs)

(explosion thunders)

(second explosion booming)

(third explosion thunders)

(explosions booming)

(groans)
Ahh!

(groaning)

(soft grunting)

You okay?

(grunting):
I'm good.

Are you?

(gasping, sighing)

Yeah.

You good?

Yeah.

You?

DEEKS:
I'm good.

(sirens wailing in distance)

HUNTER:
Callen, status?

We're all good.

(Deek grunts loudly)

(all straining, groaning)

(sirens approaching)

(static crackling)

Never a dull moment.

(sighs with relief)

(sighs)

(intermittent beeping)

ERIC: Well, sounds like
you just got a hit.

(two beeps)

(chirps)

Callen?

I found her.

Ashley Thomas.

I don't understand
how this happened.

I did a name search with a
very tight set of parameters

to filter out every other
Ashley Thomas in Los Angeles,

and got nothing--

until now.

Suddenly, her name pops up.

It's like she
was just born.

It's a gossip site.

Story about Calvin Winslow

and his mysterious
new lady love...

Ashley Thomas.

And that's not the only one.

I'm now showing dozens
of entries

from blog sites
to mainstream press.

It's like someone's doing

a massive Ashley Thomas
upload to the net.

You got photos?

Yeah. First one
coming through now.

"Calvin Winslow living
the highlife on the red carpet

with Ashley Thomas."

Open it.

(typing)

(computer trilling)

Oh...

(beeps)

...my God.

Send this to my phone.

(scoffs)

Wow.

(typing)

Looking for someone,
Mr. Callen?

Lange, Henrietta.

In case you've forgotten.

(teapot and cups ratting
on tray)

You're back.

I feel like
I was never gone.

Where's Agent Hunter?

Not looking for me at all, then.

She's gone on assignment.

Why do you ask?

I found somebody
she was looking for.

HETTY: "Calvin Winslow
living the highlife

on the red carpet
with Ashley Thomas."

Miss Thomas bears a striking
resemblance to Agent Hunter,

don't you think?

Hunter was put
in the picture.

She's backstopping
a new alias.

That's what this is
all about, isn't it?

Ashley Thomas
didn't exist

until Hunter created her.

It's what we need to do,
Mr. Callen, to go undercover.

The deeper the cover,

the deeper
the backstopping required.

Agent Hunter saw
this Winslow case

as a way into a much
bigger operation in Europe.

So now Winslow
is dead, but...

Ashley Thomas
is very much alive.

And seeing as she had
quite a relationship

with the late Mr. Winslow,

I'm sure she'll
have no trouble

convincing his friends
in Europe

that she can be trusted.

Does this have anything
to do with the Comescus?

Nothing at all.

In this operation,
their paths never cross.

She never had a dog
in that fight anyway.

Unlike you and I.

You asked me...

why I went off on my own
to face the Comescus.

I did it...
because of your mother.

You knew my mom?

Sit down. I'll tell you
everything I know.

(sighs)

(voice breaks):
Why now?

Because you're safe
from the Comescus now.

And because I can't hold on
to these secrets any longer.

Please, Mr. Callen.

Where do I begin?

What was her name?

Clara.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

HETTY:
Her name was Clara.