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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.