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Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles:

A man's been found shot through the back of the head

with a low-velocity round.

The murder weapon was used two days later to kill a Marine in Idaho.

Our red team's already on the ground.

They work, travel, sleep together. It's like living on a submarine.

Meet our boss, Paris Summerskill.

Callen, heard a lot about you.

- Special Agent Claire Keats. - Hi.

- Dave Flynn. - Hey.

- And Kai. - Thank you, sir.

Spears and his terrorist cell are our priority.

Both vehicles, let's load them up.

Four dead, one slightly injured.

Spears got away.

- Roy is going to be filling in. - You good with that?

- Why'd you offer me this? - Why did you accept?

Roy!

Where were you?

Redemption.

Mr. Callen, interrogate the surviving terrorist.

Ms. Summerskill, get your team down to El Centro.

- Find Robert Spears. - Yeah.

And, Ms. Summerskill, you're still a man down.

You should take another look at the report on Roy's shooting,

refresh your memory.

You know, I never did find out who redacted that report.

A lot of unanswered questions about that night, Henrietta.

And a few buried secrets.

Will he ever trust her?

I think the question is, Owen, will Paris ever trust herself?

- How was the flight, Kai? - Me and the trucks did just fine.

It feels good to be warm again.

Tomorrow we'll be sweating our asses off,

wishing we were someplace cool like Idaho.

Eight states in 13 weeks,

not to mention our side trips to Kuwait, Somalia and the Bahamas.

- You didn't like the Bahamas? - I love the Bahamas.

I'm just saying, we never stay in one place

long enough to warm up, cool down or chill out.

- Kai, we gotta... - We gotta get...

Look, I got it. All right?

And I don't need to be told twice and at the same time.

Base camp is on the northern edge of town.

I've sent maps to your phones.

Along with local law enforcement, FBI, Border Protection,

and state police contact details.

And all of you, you still need to sign Danny's get-well card.

Heh. Give it here.

I'm driving Shirley. You got Laverne.

Okay, I got Laverne.

This could get difficult.

- Which one do we salute? - Paris.

No, no. Roy's senior.

Paris used to work for him before he was shot.

He's an analyst, she's an agent. That puts Paris in charge.

Theoretically.

It's not theoretical, it's practical. Paris is boss.

Has anybody told him?

Probably not.

- You're right, this could get difficult. - Mm-hm.

Mm. Does this contain nuts?

You don't have a nut allergy, Dave.

I think my glands are swollen. Do I look puffy?

- You always look puffy, Dave. - Do I...?

Your friends are dead, Ari. You're alive.

You got nothing to lose. So why don't you tell us about Spears?

He is the one you fear.

With his yellow hair and white skin.

He is the man that you pass on the street.

The man who sits beside you on the train.

Serves you coffee.

Sells you popcorn.

Kneels beside you at church.

Kisses your daughter.

He is the one you hate, because he is you.

The future of the holy jihad.

A white Muslim.

And one day, there will be 10,000 Spears aimed at your heart.

And your CIA will not know friend from foe.

And America and the West will crumble.

And Allah will be triumphant.

While Spears is still out there, Ari's not gonna give us anything.

- Ari thinks Spears got away. - Small point, he did get away.

Did he?

Do you wanna tell him or should I?

You tell him.

Spears is dead.

I don't believe you.

I saw him escape with my own eyes.

Killed an hour ago in El Centro.

Betrayed by the man who smuggled him across the border from Mexico.

- It's not true. - You know it is.

You know he crossed the border at El Centro.

I'm guessing you even know the name of the man who helped smuggle him.

If what you say is true,

then Allah will take his revenge on this man.

Let us be Allah's instrument.

Tell us this man's name.

By telling us, you will avenge Spears.

His name is José Ramirez.

And game.

- You in position? - Yeah, we're just setting up.

We'll get right on it.

Ari Sayed gave us a name.

José Ramirez.

Ramirez is a Mexican-born U.S. citizen who lives here in El Centro.

He specialises in smuggling people and weapons across the border.

Every time the Border Patrol gets close to Ramirez, people start dying.

Usually informants or witnesses.

Okay, he's got a ranch

ten miles out of town.

- Got a plan? - We're gonna check it out.

Maybe you can work up some local intel on Ramirez.

Got it.

Only one road in.

Ramirez's ranch.

Yeah.

Just be careful.

Three cars.

Five, six, may... At least seven guys.

High ground, lot of buildings. And Roy's right, only one road in or out.

- Hard to attack, easy to defend. - Heads up. They're on the move.

And they are not messing around.

- Have they seen us? - Too far.

Well, something's got them spooked.

Here comes the man himself, Ramirez.

They are coming out hot. We've gotta move.

Oh, crap.

Here they come.

I think we've been made.

How could they have made us? We just got here.

I think we're good.

Gun!

Drop your weapon. Drop it.

Dave, how's your Spanish?

What'd you say to him, Dave? Ask him out on a date?

El Centro. One more pin in the map.

Another head shot.

Paris. She shot the bodyguard in the head.

We're trained to shoot for the body mass. The torso, it's a bigger target.

She takes a head shot.

Circumstance, spur of the moment.

No. What about the guy in Memphis with the homemade flamethrower?

Head shot.

That messed up cartel gunfight we got into in New Mexico.

Two guys, both head shots.

Is this going anywhere?

No. Just curious.

- Curiosity killed the cat, Dave. - Probably a head shot.

Oh, you took your time.

I've been drinking tequila with the county sheriff.

He's upset he hadn't been told we were in his jurisdiction.

Well, we sent an e-mail. I was just...

Paid him a courtesy call. I told him you were on the way

when we got the Ramirez intel.

- Any sign of him? - No.

My drinking buddy thinks he hightailed it down to Mexico.

Might be something on this, Dave.

Cool. Homework. How'd you get it?

Oh, Sheriff Drunky let me download the GPS data from the wreck.

Hey, whose turn is it to cook dinner?

Me?

Yeah. Yeah, I can, uh,

cook. Ahem.

Pizza counts, right?

Do you want to tell me this story over a cup of tea, Owen?

Should I break out the Scotch?

Five years ago, I was part of a joint FBI task force.

Bobby-Lee Wilson was a whistle-blower.

We had him under witness protection,

but he was murdered before he could give his testimony.

Shot in the back of the head with a low-velocity round?

Yeah. He was in the next room.

Shooter used a pillow to muffle the sound.

We still don't know how he got past us.

Kept me awake at night for months.

Well, your shooter has a face now.

Well, if it's the same man.

If we were to believe what Ari Sayed told Callen and Sam,

Spears is a fundamentalist driven by his ideology.

So, what's he doing working as a contract killer five years ago?

Eric?

A data search.

All states. Go back five years. Unsolved murders.

All the victims shot in the back of the head with a low-velocity round.

Got it.

Can't have you losing sleep, Owen.

That's another $5 you owe me.

No, no. No, I worked all night on Roy's GPS stuff.

- Wait. Well, what's it up to? - Fifty-five.

I never agreed to the whole morning-run challenge thing.

It was just one time. It was a one-time thing.

- You awake? - Now I am.

- Hundred and five, right? - Hundred and ten.

- Ah, dock my pay. - Already have.

How far?

Five miles.

Used to be 10.

I hate this bathroom.

- Kai? - Roy.

Okay, Roy, Paris and then me in the shower.

Don't even think about it, Dave. I'll shoot you.

Good to know.

You find anything from the GPS data Roy gave you?

Yes. Okay.

Multiple trips every day. Mostly in and around EI Centro.

The first trip every day is always in the same location.

- Ramirez's ranch. - Right.

Which is also the final destination every day.

And in between?

The second-most visited location is a place up on the Salton Sea.

At least one return trip a day, every day. Worth checking out.

- Where exactly? - Place called Bombay Beach.

- Hmm. Sounds exotic. - Yeah, it's exotic, all right.

I wouldn't be packing my bikini.

Uh, I mean, your bikini.

Not that I would actually be packing your bikini.

That would be weird.

- You done? - I'm done. Don't shoot me.

- Bam. - Is that for me?

- And Kensi. - From...?

- Hetty Lange. - That looks bad.

- Very bad. - How bad?

One hundred and 17 unsolved murder cases from across the U.S.

where the victim was shot in the head with a low-velocity round.

- I don't want that. - This puppy's got five years' worth.

Hetty wants you to sift through the files and look for common denominators.

- Be my guest. - Ladies first. I insist.

- Hey. - You might wanna see this.

So I ran a facial-recognition program

and found all the footage of Spears at O'Hare Airport.

- There's someone with him. - Mm-hm. Guy in a red scarf.

Now, there's only five frames before he's obscured,

but Spears is definitely talking to him.

- Nice catch, Nell. - Thanks.

Now I just have to go through all the footage again

and find a clean frame of him somewhere else in the airport.

Good luck with that.

Welcome to Bombay Beach.

Where man met nature and nature won.

Water here is saltier than seawater.

- Reminds me of Chernobyl. - You've been to Chernobyl?

Briefly.

All right.

GPS logged Ramirez's car taking this dirt road,

stopping about a quarter mile further along.

It's not a through road, though. Must lead to a house.

We'll walk.

That's Ramirez's car.

Got bodies.

- Federal agents. - Federal agents.

Paris? Dave?

In here.

I'm guessing they're illegals.

I'm guessing they're dead.

Ramirez.

Single gunshot to the back of the head.

Looks like Spears beat us to it.

You ever gonna do anything with those?

An exhibition, maybe. One day.

They made good time.

Sorry. Traffic. Got caught coming out of L.A.

How many bodies?

Fifteen, including Ramirez and his two bodyguards.

The house was a staging point to move illegals to other destinations,

probably Los Angeles.

So Ramirez arrives with his guys, he waits outside by his car,

his guys go inside to take care of business,

and for whatever reason, they kill all the people in the house.

Dozens of spent 9-millimeter casings inside, none outside.

While they're doing that, Ramirez gets tapped from behind,

low-velocity, almost certain to be a .22-cal.

- No shell casings? - No shell casings.

Had his Beretta in his hand. Didn't have time to squeeze off a shot.

So Ramirez was already dead when his two guys came back out.

Yeah. Two guys got tapped in the back of the head as well.

Quick, silent and efficient.

Shooter is a ghost, ninja or invisible man.

- Maybe all three. - Or none of the above.

Sheriff thinks Ramirez might have been tipped off somebody was coming.

Must have spooked him.

He decided to get out. Was cutting his losses.

So we weren't made. He thought we were coming to kill him.

Something's not adding up.

Why would Spears kill the guy who could get him out of here?

Last sighting I have of red-scarf was 10 minutes after he met Spears.

What if he's not catching a flight? What if he's a local?

I'll check the parking lot footage.

Red-scarf dude's gotta pop up somewhere.

- Thanks, amigo. - Adiés.

What is he doing?

You need a hand?

It's color-coded, right? Blue to blue, green to green.

Open stop valve, turn on the pump.

A rare thing.

An agent who knows his waste management.

Former agent.

Crap runs downhill. That's all you gotta remember.

- Find the guy in the red scarf yet? - Still looking.

How about the guy Spears talked to on satellite phone?

Still listening. Nell's up to her ass in NSA audio tape.

- You like working with Paris? - Yeah.

Think this will work out?

Depends.

On what?

On how hard she hit you.

She didn't knock you down, right?

Uh, no.

You kind of stagger?

Little.

Then you should be okay, then.

If she really hated you, she would have put you on your ass.

- I've seen it. - Yeah, me too.

You know why she did it?

I probably deserved it.

Long story. Maybe I'll tell you one day.

Come on.

We gotta eat more greens.

So, what do you think happened out at that ranch?

Why would Spears shoot the guy that was gonna get him across the border?

- Seems a dumb-ass thing to do. - What makes you think it was Spears?

A low-velocity round to the back of the head.

- Spears' signature. - That's the shooter's signature.

Maybe we got this wrong. Maybe Spears isn't the shooter.

Wonder what it would be like.

You, me, red team.

- Unbearable. - Working together.

We're working an unsolved murder case in which the victim was shot in the head

with a low-velocity round, Deeks.

Living together.

Me walking in on you in the shower or the bunk room.

You walking in on me in the shower or the bunk room.

You walking in on Sam or Hetty.

Who invited them?

- We're a team, aren't we? - Two people can be a team.

How many case files have you reviewed?

- Seven. - Hmm?

Almost.

- Thirty-three. - Thirty-three?

Get on it.

Ahem. Detective Marty Deeks, Cold Case Division.

- Mr. Deeks? - Yes. Hi, Hetty.

Yes. No, we're...

Right now?

- Ops on the double. - Now.

Okay. Yeah. No, we're on it.

Hey, uh, you think Hetty wears a shower cap?

Red-scarf guy, or dude,

as Kai likes to call him, proved elusive.

After meeting Spears,

we only caught a few frames of him in airport security cameras until

he stopped for a coffee in Terminal 2.

Yeah, his name is Tommy Kraus.

He lives in Los Angeles, right there in your backyard.

And here's the kicker. Ahem.

Tommy Kraus is the proud owner of a satellite phone.

The same satellite phone used to contact Spears.

Red-scarf guy and satellite guy are the same guy.

Tommy Kraus is like an underworld Mr. Fix-It.

You need weapons, Kraus can arrange it.

A safe house, false papers, Kraus can supply it.

So Kraus flies to Chicago, meets Spears,

talk a little business, maybe get paid.

He knows everyone, everything.

Maybe he knows where Spears has gone.

Ms. Blye, Detective Deeks, I want him.

Dead or alive.

Um, alive. Alive, alive.

Alive is better than dead.

- We got a plan? - We always got a plan.

- Yeah? What is it? - What is the plan?

To go up and knock on the door...

- You don't have a plan, do you? Ha. - I don't have a plan.

Well, I guess we could just wait for him to answer the door

and then take him in for questioning.

- That's not a plan. - Ah.

- Sounds like a damn good plan to me. - What if he doesn't answer the door?

- Can I help you? - Yeah. We're so sorry we're late.

- We are. - Marty forgot his meds again.

So we had to turn around and go back and get them again. Heh.

Can Mr. Kraus still see us?

He didn't say anything about an appointment.

Well, that's maybe because the appointment is personal in nature,

and not something that he would share with his assistant?

Uh, yeah.

He's not here right now. You're gonna have to come back.

Actually, that's not okay. Ahem. L.AP.D.

That's your plan?

Wait. You guys can't come in here without a warrant.

Probable cause, unless that's incense I'm smelling.

Wow. Meow. There's a kitty cat in the...

Look, he's not here, okay?

- And you are? - Brett.

His assistant?

- His bodyguard. - All right.

- Oh, sure, you are. - You the pool boy, Brett?

No, I bet you're the gardener.

Hmm. Gardener.

You take care of your boss's indoor potted plants, do you?

- What do you wanna know? - Where's Tommy?

Gonna be in a lot more trouble with us than your boss if you don't tell us.

He got a call, said he had to go meet some guy.

How long?

Couple of hours ago. He said he wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

Meet some guy where?

Some hotel down in El Centro.

Looks like all roads lead to El Centro.

Sam, the phone he used to make the call is a burner.

Thanks, Eric.

The call that Kraus received was from a burn phone.

Eric's trying to pull a tape of the conversation.

What if it's Spears covering his tracks?

He kills Ramirez first, then he calls Kraus,

lures him here to pop him as well.

Or maybe Kraus heard that Ramirez is dead

and he's coming to meet Spears with another plan.

What? You think I'm too eager?

Eager's good. Keeps you sharp.

Hetty thinks they'd be good for each other.

That's why she was checking in on us the night you arrived.

Did you notice that?

Heh. I noticed.

Did Callen?

No. Did Paris?

No.

Maybe Hetty's right.

Maybe they've got something in common.

Hetty's always right.

- So you like this whole road thing? - Yeah, I love it.

How about you? Undercover work?

- I wouldn't have it any other way. - Yeah, me neither.

- You want a coffee? - Oh, a beer would be good.

Oh, what? What? You don't drink beer?

Soon as we get these guys.

Full strength. None of the light stuff.

Mm-hm. Got it.

- Sam. - Yeah.

Black BMW outside the hotel. It's Kraus.

Got him.

Hello, Tommy.

- Do I know you? - Not yet.

One down.

One to go.

Thirteen cases in five years that fit the M.O.

Low-velocity, up-close wound to the back of the head.

Different victims, different states.

Only connection is the person who shot them.

Contract killings.

Why would a jihadist be working as a contract killer?

He wouldn't.

Kitchen is closed, laboratory is open.

- I'm hungry. - Rules is rules.

- You're doing a bullet comparison? - Mm.

Three slugs, three victims. Ramirez and his two bodyguards.

And I just found something that shouldn't be there.

On which bullet?

All three of them.

So I was going through the footage we found from the airport

on Tommy Kraus.

That's when I found it.

- Easily missed. - Mm-hm.

We're gonna have to find another camera angle.

He's definitely talking to someone. Let's see who it is.

You've got company.

Black coffee, one sugar. Turkey sandwich, no mayo.

What do you want, Roy? An elephant stamp for remembering?

Hey, give me one for caring.

Why didn't you say "Go to hell" when Hetty offered you this?

Because it's just for a couple months till Danny gets back on deck.

Question was why, not how long.

I don't know why.

Look, if you're looking for answers, I don't have any more answers.

I'm not looking for any answers.

Trying to find answers kept me up for three years.

You had your reasons.

If you wanted me to know, you would have let me know, right?

- Just till Danny's back, then. - Right.

All right, let's start with I'm the boss.

Fine, you're the boss.

You do as I say.

- Yeah. - Keep your opinions to yourself.

- Understood, captain. - And no indoor soccer.

No, none.

I'm sorry you got shot, Roy.

Me too.

Accounts in the Cayman Islands.

Properties in South America, Spain and Belgium.

I like the place in Madrid.

You're a wealthy guy, Tommy.

You know how good that makes me feel?

That you're a wealthy guy?

That you're telling me all this.

Because there is no way you got all this information legally,

and you are dealing here with someone who knows the law.

Intimately.

Are you intimate with the Patriot Act, Tommy?

Legislation enacted to protect Americans from terrorists.

Tommy the Terrorist. I like that. That's funny.

- Nice ring to it. - Mm.

It's not funny for you, though.

You think I'm a terrorist?

We have you on tape arranging to help a known terrorist

illegally cross the border.

We have photos of you meeting that same terrorist,

and we have evidence that you helped supply weapons

for a planned terrorist attack on the United States.

It's called giving aid and comfort to the enemy, Tommy.

It's also known as treason.

I am not a terrorist, I am a patriot.

I tried to stop this thing as soon as I found out what he was planning.

- What who was planning? - Spears.

Look, I thought he was a dealer.

I get him across the border, I supply him with some hardware, a safe house.

I mean, it's no big deal.

I swear, as soon as I realized what he was up to,

- I tried to stop him. - How?

Look, he's the enemy, right? So it's not murder, it's lawful.

I was protecting my country. I deserve a medal for what I did.

How, Tommy?

I hired a contractor to clean up the mess.

Santoso, Ramirez, Spears.

Spears isn't the shooter.

He's the target.

- Callen, he's here. - Got him.

Roy, stay in the car.

There he is.

Spears.

I'll take the stairs. Watch the elevator.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Yeah. - Can you hear me?

- I... Dave? - Paris.

- Lipstick... - Did you say "lipstick"?

Tell us his name.

The shooter's not a man.

- It's a woman. - We've seen her before.

I told you to stay in the car.

I know, I know. My bad. It won't happen again, I promise.

What's that?

Kiss of death.

- Hey. - Hey.

Wanna stay for dinner? Dave's not cooking.

I appreciate that, but Sam has a family.

Right.

What exactly happened the night Roy got shot?

Stay with me. Stay with me.

I shot a guy and he didn't stay down. He was wearing a vest.

Roy saved my life.

So, what's the problem?

It's complicated.

We got a case.

Where?

Bald Knob, Arkansas. Hear it's quite a place.

I'm good with complicated.

It's really complicated.

So, um...

I guess that beer's gonna have to wait.

I guess so.

Hey.

Take care, Roy.

We got it wrong from the start, Owen.

Tyler wasn't killed because he filmed Spears.

He was killed because he filmed the woman sent to kill him.

She's been shooting people for money for more than a decade,

including my witness.

Here's to Paris and Callen.

You mean Roy.

Of course.