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Pfft. Animal.

- Tangos in Echo 1 are down.
- Perimeter is covered.

See you on the other side.

Roger that, Cowboy.

It's a trap. Abort, abort.

Move, move, move!

Cowboy, abort! Repeat, abort!

You know what?
This is an open-plan workspace.

- What are you doing?
- Hitting reset.

Getting a fresh perspective.

Good morning. If you...
What are you...? No, no, no.

What are you doing? You can't.

You can't sit in another man's desk.

We're a team.
One for all and all for one.

This is an open-plan workspace.

That's like sleeping
with a man's girlfriend.

Actually, it's not anything
like sleeping with his girlfriend.

Hey, is that for me? What the crap?

What the hell is that?

It looks like a box full of
mind your own damn business.

Ha, ha. That's clever.
You know what else is clever?

Me, Googling the return address.
Watch and learn.

- Isn't that against the law, Deeks?
- We are the law.

Besides, we're a team, right?
All for one and one for all

- and whatever you said.
- Ahem.

Hi.

- What you doing there?
- Me? Nothing. I was just...

Got a box and I was keeping
the open-plan workspace flow. I don't...

- He was clocking the return address.
- He was gonna Google it.

Heh. That's not true. I wouldn't Google
it, because that's illegal. We're the law.

- What ever happened to privacy?
- We gotta get back to basics.

We do.

No more secrets, no more hidden
agendas, no more suspicions.

You know, we gotta embrace
each other.

- Right. What's in the box?
- Mind your own damn business.

- Good call.
- What's in the box?!

Maybe one day I won't be the rain
on your parade, but today's not it.

Let's go.

Video is helmet-cam footage
from Reynosa, Mexico, 0600 today.

- The home of Luis Cisneros.
- He took over the Molina Cartel.

Built it back into an empire.

He also helped Hezbollah set
up training camps south of our border.

Joint Special Operations Command
sent an elite unit to capture him.

- But it turned into an ambush.
- Cisneros knew they were coming.

Somebody had to leak the intel.

The ambush was a symptom.
The intel leak is the disease.

JSOC put all its ops on hold
until we pinpoint the breach.

You have to have top-secret clearance
to know about an op like this.

That'll narrow the list of suspects.

We cross-referenced people with
clearance against JSOC employees.

We stuck to those involved
with the Cisneros op

and we ended up with the mission's
tactical role players.

- Who?
- Civilian contractors

who role-play the enemy
during training, TRPs.

So they mimic bad guys?

They're not part
of the standard military curriculum.

Only elite units have budgets
for this type of training.

These are the tactical role players
who simulated Cisneros

and his men during the prep
for last night's raid.

I know guys who contracted them
to train for a counterterrorist op.

After a month in their kill house,
al Qaeda was a walk in the park.

These aren't your
run-of-the-mill civilian contractors.

They're ex-military, former pro fighters,
martial artists.

Guys with a special affinity
for violence.

I want a closer look.
Undercover op's been authorized.

You'll be a Spec-Ops unit prepping
for another raid on Cisneros.

So we're gonna go train with guys

that make al Qaeda
look like a walk in the park?

This isn't exactly going to the gym
for a pickup game.

I've done this kind of
high-risk training before.

Guys get injured,
some of them get killed.

We knew it was a possibility.

It's the only way to get close enough
to see if they're the leak.

Rain on our parade?
More like a freaking tsunami.

If it seems like the TRPs are trying
to murder you,

- it means they're doing their job right.
- Do we get a safety word?

- What do you think?
- I was hoping for a yes.

This isn't one of your
bondage sessions.

Ha-ha-ha! She's kidding,

but if you hear me yell "noodles"
that means I'm in trouble.

If I hear you yell "noodles,"
I'm gonna shoot you myself.

The only way to get through this
in one piece is to work as a team.

You'll be using weapons that
have been modified to fire simunitions.

Sims, real bullets with paint-filled tips
that explode on impact.

In the kill house, we treat
everything like a live encounter.

We respond at full speed. That means
punches, kicks, guns, knives.

Great. That means we can break
in my new training blades.

No edge but, uh, they'll leave a mark.

Just to clarify, ahem,
this ain't paintball.

I've never allowed myself
to be shot by one of those.

Mr. Deeks, I advise you
to do the same. Good luck.

The TRPs are waiting.

- No welcoming committee?
- Training protocol.

Keep the good guys
and bad guys separate.

TRPs simulate hostile combatants.
We will treat them accordingly.

Yeah, crush your enemies,

see them driven before you,

hear the lamentations
of their women.

Conan the Barbarian?

What? The three of you don't have
a monopoly on kicking ass.

They've got a camera network.

- Your button cams will be our eyes.
- Roger that.

I wish we had more time to train
Kensi and Deeks before this.

They're about to get tossed
into the deep end.

We'll be there to help them swim.

I feel like we've been invited
to the big-boy table.

- You nervous?
- No.

- Maybe a little.
- That's okay. Me too.

Let's gear up.

You, uh, got any pregame cheer
for us, coach?

Trust your training.

Your unit has 90 seconds

to secure sensitive
computer technology

located inside the kill house.
Commencing in three, two, one.

Let's do what we do.

Clock's ticking. Split up.
Clear it room by room.

Isolate Mr. Callen's button cam.

Laptop's secure.

The drill should be over.

- No, don't kill me! Don't kill me!
- Let go of the girl!

No!

Best of the best, huh?

Somewhere, Granger is laughing.

Can't hear it. We're dead.

Ugh. It's not as bad
as getting shot for real,

but I would rather get thrown down

a flight of steps into a wall,
which, in case anybody's wondering,

also happened to me today.

- Is that when you yelled "noodles"?
- No. Maybe.

Could have been a reflex reaction.

- I can't believe we lost.
- Our mission objective wasn't clear.

Was it secure the computer
technology or rescue the hostage?

If we learn from it
and come back stronger, it's not a loss.

That was definitely a loss.
Might even qualify as an ass-whipping.

- Difference of opinion.
- What would Luis Cisneros call it?

Talk pretty tough for a civilian.

They're antagonizing the TRPs
to get reactions.

Reactions reveal personality traits.

Traits we'll use to build suspect profiles
for this case.

Hey, the paint doesn't lie.
Your team fell apart. You got smoked.

Does anybody wanna put
a leash on him

before we go another round
right here?

Somebody's a poor loser.

You take it this bad when you got cut
from the cheerleading squad too?

What part are you role-playing now,
huh? Team Super Douche?

How's that working out for you?

Loved your little fun house, by the way.
That was a treat.

- It didn't help your last team, either.
- Stow it, Parish.

His name is Chad Parish. He's only
been with the team for two months.

Former San Diego SWAT officer.
Discharged due to insubordination.

You were dead the moment
that you split up. Fragmented force.

All we did was sit and wait for you to
show us how you wanted to be killed.

Your mission objective was clear:
Secure the computer technology.

The computer technology
was the hostage. A human asset.

- The laptop was just a laptop.
- We were set up to fail.

I like to think of it
as being set up to learn.

Let's break down the footage.
You entered to clear the house...

- What do we have on this man?
- His name is David Inman.

He's a former Force Recon Marine.
Holds a master's degree in philosophy.

He began submitting bids
for TRP contract work five years ago

and he's the group leader.

- Anomalies in his service record?
- Nothing so far.

Well, keep looking.
Everybody's got a weak spot.

You just have to keep cutting away
until you find it.

Talk me through it.

The drill was over.

That thinking changed your mindset.
Triggered a de-escalation of force.

We took a beat to transition
from assault to hostage-rescue mode.

That beat was a lapse in team unity.

I am seeing four separate operators,
not a team.

Inman's single, no immediate family.

In fact, all the TRPs are single
except for one, Parish.

You hesitated.

You let us inside your reactionary gap.
Game over.

Same thing probably happened to
the unit Cisneros wiped out in Mexico.

Enough.

We're going off-site
for the next session.

Location and objective will be uploaded
to your cell phones.

Okay, Parish lives with his wife
in Los Feliz.

Medical records indicate
she's three months pregnant.

Parish mentioned Cisneros
twice back there. Wasn't by accident.

He was watching to see
how we would react.

Clearly trying to push our buttons,
get a read on us.

Maybe he's the one
who leaked the intel.

Or maybe he knows who did
and wants a way out.

File says he's got a baby coming.

New mouth to feed
could be financial motivation.

It could also be a reason
to stay clean.

We gotta separate him
from the rest of the TRPs, have a talk.

Parish was right about one thing.
They kicked our asses in there.

Inman picked us apart
during the debrief.

These guys are high-speed.

What's wrong?

Well, my spleen,
a couple vertebras for starters.

And then there's death, taxes,
babies on airplanes.

- You want a massage?
- Yes.

What about Sam and Callen?

They may think it's inappropriate
open-plan-workspace behavior.

But I do have a little bit right here.
It's just really tight.

If you wanna just get that. Heh.

I now see that you're mocking me,
but I don't really care

because I have this knot.
If you could just get a thumb in there?

Aah!

- Fraggle Rock. What was that?
- A distraction injury.

See, now you don't feel the knot.

So you were doing me a favor, then?
Was that the plan there?

Because, uh,
yeah, no, that still hurts.

I recognize this place. They closed it
a year ago. They papered the windows.

Yeah, JSOC contracted Inman
and his guys to modify the layout.

It matches Cisneros'
favorite restaurant.

Guys, our objective
is to enter the building,

locate the role-player Cisneros,
take him alive.

How do we recognize him?

- Red tactical vest.
- What do we do after we snatch him?

Move him to our vehicle
and get the hell out of Dodge.

Target will have security,
same as the real thing.

The TRPs may throw us some curves,
so expect the unexpected.

Let's do it.

Hey. Let's forget
about the kill house this morning.

As far as any of us are concerned,
it never happened.

Seriously? Thought you were gonna go
all Vince Lombardi on it.

That's all we get?

- Okay.
- Let's do it.

- I'll be right with you.
- Noncombatant civilian role players.

- No casualties.
- Target acquired. Sam's 11 o'clock.

My God, they've got guns!

- Deeks?
- With pleasure.

Stay down!

- Deeks, move!
- Get up!

- Go!
- Get out! Move!

Go! Go! Parking lot!

Agh. Get in there.

In. Go.

- We got a problem?
- Car won't start. Key doesn't work.

Gotta go now!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

They swapped the vehicle.

Cover your eyes!

- Go!
- Go! Move!

- Tear gas? Seriously?
- Medic! Medic! Medic!

Get this mask off me. Cut me loose.
Take them off. What happened?

It's one of our guys.

This is real, G.

Talk to me, Inman. What is it?

It's Parish. He's dead.

L.A.P.D. thinks we're a JSOC unit
here on a training exercise.

Parish suffered a broken neck
from a bad fall.

Accident or murder?

We won't know
till we get a closer look at the scene.

But even if Inman's crew
was behind it, we still need proof.

I want to see the video cameras
from this restaurant.

Closed-circuit network, no access.
But there might be a solution.

I'll keep you guys posted.

Inman's guys could make foul play
look like a fatal slip and fall.

I mean, the military hires them
to deceive elite Spec-Ops units.

They could do this
with their eyes closed.

Well, looks like Parish
wasn't the leak.

Or he was the leak and Inman
wanted to take care of it internally.

If you wanna get rid of Parish,
you doing it right here and now

- makes the perfect alibi.
- How you holding up?

My guys are shaken up pretty badly.
I mean, I'm shaken up too.

Parish wasn't the most popular guy
in the tribe, but he was still one of us.

- Is this the first man you've lost?
- In training, yeah.

We're cutting this contract short.

I wanna see what L.A.P.D. turns up
and then I'm gonna conduct

my own investigation
before going back to work.

- I'm sorry.
- We understand.

Command will find another TRP unit
for your training.

And for the record,
I hope that you nail Cisneros.

Those men he killed
were friends of mine.

- Kens?
- Yeah?

Why don't you and Deeks
follow him?

- See where he goes.
- What about you guys?

We have a crime scene to work.

- Okay.
- Oniit.

Well, good.

Yeah, I'll be in the boatshed
in 20 minutes. Bring him in.

Are you gonna ask or just wait for me
to melt under your Gorgon stare?

Men don't melt under Gorgon stares.
They turn to stone.

- So who are you bringing in?
- David Inman.

If he knows we're investigating him,
it compromises our mission.

This mission was compromised the
moment Parish got his neck broken.

- Jenna.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Inman came straight

to Parish's house.

Consoling Parish's wife, who is now
a widow and three months pregnant.

This is gonna take a while.

- Kens?
- Yep.

- What's in the box?
- Heh.

This again?

Fine. You don't want me to ask,
I'll stop asking. I don't care.

I don't need to know.

- You're very curious.
- You keeping building it up so much.

Exactly. What's to say
it won't be a big disappointment?

Well, at least then we'll know.

- Kens. What's in the box?
- No. The stakes are too high.

- They're gonna come talk to you.
- It's not gonna change anything.

We're still talking
about the box, right?

It's almost as if you sent it
to yourself

so we could have
this exact conversation.

Oh, my God, you're diabolical.
You did send it to yourself, didn't you?

- Get away from me!
- Jenna.

- Looks like that didn't go well.
- Yeah, it usually doesn't.

Yeah.

We gotta talk to her
while it's still fresh.

Yeah, if she's angry at Inman,
it's the perfect time to ask for her help.

I should have hit him harder.

- Jenna Parish?
- Yeah?

NCIS. We're investigating
your husband's death.

We need to know everything
about your husband and these TRPs.

Maybe it'd help prove
that his death wasn't an accident.

Chad was the black sheep
of that group.

Not because of his skills.
It was his personal life.

- Him and me.
- What do you mean?

How many of Inman's guys
are married?

- How many of them have kids?
- Right. None of them.

All they care about
is their so-called tribe.

And when they're not training
the military,

they're training each other
20 hours a day.

There's always a new skill to learn
or a new scenario to design.

The way of the warrior.

You can relate to them.

Yes, but we also know how much
you have to give up to live that way,

and it doesn't seem like your husband
was ready to go that far.

Yeah, Chad talked about quitting
every day, but we needed the money.

Things were only gonna get worse
with their new training center.

What new training center?

Inman's building some high-tech place
in New Mexico.

Chad said that
it was Inman's dream project.

So, what have you guys found
so far?

We got six cameras in this room

that may or may not have been active
during the training run.

We're thinking
Parish could have been murdered

because he didn't wanna go along
with leaking intel.

- If there's footage, we need to see it.
- Parish died right here.

Body wasn't moved.

Well, then it may not matter whether
the cameras were active or not.

Give me a second. Maybe two.

Okay, so CCTV cameras
with 16-millimeter lenses.

That means 16-foot widths of view
at 22.3 feet.

- Can I ask you guys a question?
- Go ahead.

Um, when do you stop being afraid of,
you know,

busting into places, guns blazing?

When you trust your training.

That's easier said than done.

Back in the days,
Hetty flew in an old friend of hers,

and, uh, he didn't look like much,
didn't say much.

Then one day she told us
the truth about who he was.

He was a headhunter, literally.

He descended from a tribe
of headhunters in the Philippines.

The Kalinga. His father trained him.

His grandfather trained his father.

The way they fought was passed down
like that for hundreds of years.

Everything he taught was battle-tested.

The tribe spilled its blood
until they got it right.

- That's why the Kalinga have no fear.
- He trusted his training.

When he drew his weapon,
it wasn't just with one hand.

Ten thousand hands drew
that weapon with him.

And Hetty flew a Kalinga headhunter
to Los Angeles to tell you guys that?

Maybe she did it
so we could tell you.

There is one camera blind spot
in this room.

Parish died in it.

We need proof he was murdered.

If I can access the network directly,
I may be able to determine

who was closest to him
when he died.

It's Hetty. Yeah?

Mr. Callen,
you and Mr. Hanna better get back.

- Why?
- Assistant Director Granger

has taken David Inman
to the boatshed.

We're coming now.
Granger's about to interrogate Inman.

Go through the camera footage.
Let us know.

- Okay.
- All right?

Yeah, I'm on it.

What the hell is this?

Exactly what it looks like.

You actually think that I had something
to do with Parish getting killed?

No, I don't.

Didn't anyone tell you
a warrior wouldn't be caught dead

- in a tailored suit?
- Yeah, you did, a long time ago.

Too long.
Good to see you again, Granger.

You too, pal.

- Is this an interrogation or a date?
- Inman's former Force Recon.

Force Recon was Granger's unit
of choice for black ops.

What's up, Callen?

Run a deeper search
on Inman's military record.

Look for any connection to Granger,
no matter how tangential.

- I have a hunch we'll find something.
- Do tell.

Granger was here when we ran
the first series of background checks

on the tactical role players.

He singled out Inman
and specifically asked

if we found any anomalies
in his military history.

Making sure
his own ass was covered.

Two months of Inman's service
has been heavily redacted.

Timeframe coincides with a mission
that Granger ran in Iran.

- You wanna do the honors?
- With pleasure.

- Yeah?
- I have a question.

You got 10 seconds before I walk
in there and ask you face-to-face.

Excuse me.

What was your question?

Why the hell didn't you tell us
you were friends with Inman?

Your team thinks
I'm public enemy number one.

I wanted you to investigate him
with an unbiased point of view.

That's no excuse.

If you weren't public enemy number
one before, you're getting close.

Have I ever pulled rank on you guys?
That's what I'm doing right now.

So both of you have a seat,
keep watching.

Just might learn something.

- I found Inman's new facility.
- Ah, that was fast.

Jenna Parish told you
that it was being built in New Mexico,

so I took the square footage of
the kill house that you trained in

and I calculated the size of the biggest,
best facility that money could buy.

There's gotta be a lot of properties
that match that.

Three, to be exact.

Two are for tract housing,
but the third is constructing

both indoor and outdoor
shooting ranges and being paid for

entirely with cash.
So far, Inman has sunk in $2.3 million.

There's no way his military
contract work could cover that.

- Who's bankrolling it?
- That's where the trail ends.

We both know you didn't have
anything to do with Parish's death.

Accidents are a fact of life
in high-risk training.

You understand. You know
what it's like to get your hands dirty.

Cisneros knew an American unit
was coming for him.

- Who do you think told him?
- I don't know.

Like I said, those men who died
were good friends of mine.

I'm gonna level with you, Inman.

That team you trained today
were my people.

I ordered them
to keep that information from you.

- Something about them felt off.
- After the Cisneros op went bad,

JSOC wasn't gonna give you
a new contract, but I vouched for you.

Told them you were the best team
out there.

- Wasn't a lie.
- I needed you to get my people sharp.

They're deploying soon.

That's what I was trying to do
out there today.

- Yeah, well, you blew it, Inman.
- Granger, come on...

Shut up! I vouched for you
and now we got a dead TRP!

I have solid intel about where
Cisneros is going to be in 72 hours,

but thanks to this, I don't have a team
prepared to go after him.

I didn't see
what happened. I was outside.

Granger doesn't know
where Cisneros is going to be.

He's playing Inman
the same way he played us.

Granger's betting that Inman
will leak that intel to Cisneros.

- Granger's a son of a bitch.
- Yeah, but he's a tricky son of a bitch.

What, Eric?

Granger may not know
where Cisneros is, but we do.

TSA at John Wayne Airport
just reported a businessman

passing through immigration
using a Brazilian passport.

The biometric scans
match up with Cisneros.

He's too good to trip an alert.

When does a guy of that caliber
get sloppy?

When he's in a hurry.

- Cisneros is in Los Angeles?
- Yeah. Who's watching Inman?

I cut him loose.

Left enough over-watch residue
on him to spot him from outer space.

Confirmed. We've got Inman
and he's on the move.

- Told you you might learn something.
- Let's get back to Cisneros.

He's in L.A. and he's moving quickly
enough to let his tradecraft slip. Why?

Well, the TRPs were told that they
were training us to take a shot at him.

Could be related to that.

Guys, Inman's headed back
to the TRPs' kill house facility.

TRPs have broken ground on a state-
of-the-art compound in New Mexico.

We also know that they have paid
for their services in cash.

This is cash they shouldn't have
unless it's coming

through the black market
from a guy like Cisneros.

If Parish wasn't on board with the intel
leak, then Inman's plan was at risk.

Okay, we've seen these guys' profiles.
They're tight.

If one of them is in on it,
they probably all are.

We still have to prove
that Inman killed Parish.

Has Nell found any evidence
on the camera network?

- I haven't heard from her.
- Get her on the phone right now.

She should have checked in by now.

Come on. Pick up. Nell, pick up.

- Her cell phone's off-line.
- We left Nell in that restaurant.

What if Inman's guys found her?

Then Cisneros has a chance
to acquire something bigger than intel.

A human asset.
Just like the first exercise.

Inman thinks we're a unit assigned
to find Cisneros.

If he had a chance to snatch
one of our team members...

You don't think...?

He's got Nell.

Escalades, suits, AKs.

Fits the profile of the Molina Cartel.

If Inman's got Nell,
he won't let her out of his sight.

- He's definitely still in there.
- Roger that.

If Ms. Jones is harmed
because you let Inman go...

I'm not the one who decided to
send her into the field. That's on you.

Guys, all that matters now
is getting her back safely.

The long guns stay here.
Those kill-house walls are paper-thin.

Yeah, 5.56 rounds would turn them
into Swiss cheese.

Can't afford to lose Nell
to friendly fire.

Then we get surgical.
Blades and Sigs.

Okay, you guys couldn't see it
from up there,

but she definitely had a twinkle
in her eye when she said that.

We got the cartel guys,
plus the five TRPs.

Remember how they operate. Wait
for us to make the obvious choices,

then they knock us off-balance.

We're not gonna overpower them,
we outsmart them.

- They'll be expecting us.
- Take them quietly.

Inman, we got company. Go, go, go.

- You good?
- Yeah.

- Ready?
- Yep, go.

Nell's gotta be upstairs.

Really? A machete?

Inman?

Inman, is that you?

Come here.

Luis Cisneros? Turn around.

Where's Inman?

- Where's Inman?
- He has the girl.

Inman, don't move!

- I don't have a shot.
- I don't either.

Do you?

- I didn't think so.
- Inman.

- Your move.
- No, it's not.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

That has got to be the first and last
time a hostage has ever de-magged

- her captor during a standoff.
- That was awesome.

How'd you do that?

I trusted my training.

Come here.

You're never leaving
the Ops center again, ever.

You know that, right?

I'm sorry, what do you mean?

Okay, maybe that was
a little dramatic.

No, that was very dramatic,
Mr. Beale.

It's just that

we make a good team.

We make an awesome team.

- But I don't know, what if I do?
- Do what?

Leave Ops someday.
It's not happening any time soon.

I have a long way to go
before I can keep up with guys

- like Callen and Sam but it's...
- You're gonna get your chance.

And when you do, I'll be the
first one to tell you to take it.

- Drama queen.
- Me? Come on.

- Some tea, Mr. Callen?
- It's over.

I'm afraid you'll have to be
more specific.

Granger and us.

He almost got Nell killed today.

As much as I'd like to blame him,
it wasn't entirely his doing.

I still don't want him
around my team.

Your team?

Our team.

You know, you look at Owen Granger
and you see a ruthless manipulator.

I look at him and I see a man
who's spent so many years alone

he's forgotten how to ask for help.

It's hard to find good friends
in our line of work.

It's hard to find them anywhere.

- Good night, Hetty.
- Good night, Mr. Callen.

I wasn't honest with all of you today.

And while the realities of my job
prevent me from giving you my word

it'll never happen again,
I'm sorry I put your team at risk.

Fair enough.

It's not really our place to accept
that apology, though, is it?

No, it's not.

Nell? Your call.

- It's all good.
- Good.

She's got the Gorgon stare.

I wanna come down here more often.

Nothing like a good
open-plan workspace.

- Exactly.
- Couldn't agree more.

Yeah, okay.

- Bring the box?
- Yeah.

Unh. Yikes.

- Want some help?
- No, I'm okay. Stop it.

All good, indeed.