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Call the police!

- What's wrong?
- They're chasing me!

Hey, are you on drugs, lady?

- Come on, G, it's one day.
- A whole day?

Maybe three hours in the afternoon.
Not the whole day.

- Three hours?
- You're her uncle.

- I'm not really her uncle.
- She calls you Uncle Callen.

I'm not very good with kids.

Now you sound like Kensi.
Kids love you.

Your kids, maybe.
Other kids, not so much.

A few weeks ago that kid in the sewer
was about to poison half the city.

You talked him out of it.

That's true, but I was also ready
to shoot him.

No, you weren't.

She's had to stay
with her grandparents

while Michelle and I
flush out the Sidorov thing.

I want this to be special, G.
Kensi and Deeks are dressing up.

You were coming
to her birthday party anyway.

Not dressed as a werewolf.

It's not a werewolf,
it's Professor Lupin or...

You said it was a werewolf.
Wait, Lupin sounds like a werewolf.

Technically, yes,
but only during a full moon.

- This is afternoon.
- If anyone's gonna go as a werewolf,

it should be Deeks.
The guy's halfway there already.

All you gotta do is wear a robe,
carry a wand.

For my little girl?

Please, Uncle Callen?

- Fine, but you owe me big-time.
- Heh.

Just be glad
she's out of her princess phase.

What are you doing?

Shaving my legs.
What does it look like I'm doing?

Um, it looks like you're cleaning your
gun with my T-shirt.

Oh. Sorry. It was on the bench.
I thought it was a rag, heh.

- No, rags don't have sleeves.
- All right, heh.

I mean, I've had this thing
since high school.

Holy shirt, I believe it.

Come on, that was funny.

Oh, no comment
on me shaving my legs?

Uh, can I help you?
Is it from the waist down? Uh-huh?

Dude, come on,
I'll buy you a new one.

You can't get me another shirt.
He is the last of his kind, thank you.

He's a shirt.

You have no idea
what we've been through together.

- Still a shirt, Linus.
- Okay, no.

Linus had a blanket, all right?

This is the costume of my rebellion
awakening, all right?

This was the anthem of my youth.

- Touching Wood?
- It's the name of my band.

We were 15 and made of awesome.

Was this a boy band
or was it a marching band?

I'll have you know
it was a rock band. Yeah. Mm-hm.

And I was the front man
and lead guitarist.

- Oh, God.
- Really?

Please, please, tell me
there is footage of you singing.

The amount of delight that you're
getting is a little unsettling.

- With good reason. Sing something.
- No, I'm not gonna sing for you.

Sing, or I'm gonna tell
Callen and Sam.

And then I'm gonna use every piece
of technology that we have

to scour the planet
for footage of you performing.

- Okay, now you're scaring me.
- Dance, monkey, dance.

Possessed much?

Okay.

I'm just gonna text Callen and Sam.

- "Hey, guys.
- Stop texting, fine.

- Did you know that...?"
- I will sing.

Stop texting.
You want me to sing, I'll sing.

You want me to dance,
I'll be your monkey.

- Here we go.
- Bup-bup-bup.

- You ready for it?
- Oh, I'm ready.

- Is this really necessary?
- Action.

Baby.

Baby.

Baby.

Sometimes you gotta really
breathe from the diaphragm.

It's important. It's been a long time
since I blasted out the pipes...

Oh, God, wow. Hi, how are you?
What can I do for you?

- Uh, Hetty wants us...
- Awesome, I'd love to.

Gonna go solve some crimes.

Up in Ops.
Wow, that was excitement.

No, Eric, that was fear.

Oh. Heh.

Hit it, Nell.

A woman was stalked and
attacked in a city parking lot last night

by at least three men.

Two of her attackers are dead,
along with a bystander,

and the woman is missing.

- And this is a case for us because...?
- Because I'm assigning it to you.

- Who are the men that attacked her?
- Haven't been identified.

- What about the woman?
- Nope.

Okay, so where do we start?

I suggest you start with the dead.

Of course.

Did you find anything?

Mm. Cheap cell phone, probably a
burner, $300 cash, and that's it.

No wallet, no keys, nothing else.

Okay, that's weird.

If somebody took the wallet,
they would have taken the cash.

Wait a minute.

These clothes also don't
have tags in them.

You're kidding.

What do you got?

Uh, nada.

Nothing on facial rec,
nothing on the prints.

No tattoos, no scars.

So these guys are ghosts.

Let's hope they're ghosts
with dental records.

Covered all the exits.

Closed in from all angles
like a pack of jackals.

She never had a chance of escape.

No purse or briefcase on her. She
probably wasn't coming from work.

Every vehicle that came in
was accounted for,

so either they took her car
or she didn't have one.

So, what the hell's she doing here?

Exertion made her bleed out faster.

Stopped to rest here.

What do you got, Eric?

Actually, I was just checking in
to see if you found anything.

She's standing over
your shoulder right now, isn't she?

Yes, she is, Mr. Callen,
and she's looking for a situation report.

We found a blood trail.

- Of the woman's or the attackers?
- We're not sure yet.

Sam's gonna send you some photos.

That's a lot of blood.

So if you were in a band, how come
I've never heard you play guitar?

- Maybe I never bring my ax to work.
- Oh, your ax?

Okay, so did you guys play "gigs"
and have "groupies"?

Why do you think we had a band?

Honeys love musicians. I got so much
personal attention in high school.

Attention or detention?

Shh. He's gonna be here
all week, folks.

So, what do we got?

Eric and Nell
found surveillance footage

- from the garage's exterior.
- Okay. And?

Ouch.

- Wow. I like this girl.
- Yeah, that was impressive.

- That was professional.
- Never mind the guys.

- Who is this woman?
- Exactly.

Nell, is Hetty upstairs?

No. Why?

You're injured?

If you are, I appreciate your efforts
not to get any blood on my furniture.

How'd you know I'd come here?

How did you know you'd be safe
if you did?

How bad is that?

Won't be wearing a strapless gown
anytime soon.

Bones?

No. It's just soft tissue.

He only grazed me.

You're lucky.
It'll still need medical attention.

I'll settle for some scotch.

- Any walnuts?
- No. No bread crumbs either.

- She's holding out on us.
- What else is new?

- That mystery woman's the key.
- Yeah, Hetty's trying to protect her.

- Question is, from who?
- I hate when she does this.

- Sucks, don't it?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you two are cut
from the same cloth.

Hardly.

Hetty is a hand-painted silk.
I'm more of a...

Itchy polyester?

- I was gonna say denim.
- Well-worn denim.

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

- Any luck on Hetty?
- Nothing on her phone.

She turned it off,
so we couldn't track her.

She's off the reservation again.

- Yeah, but why?
- I think we have to ask her.

You gotta identify her first.

- Where's Nell?
- She had to run down to the armory.

- For what?
- She didn't say.

- You guys scared me.
- What you doing?

- Just some inventory.
- Mm-hm.

What's missing?

The derringer and her arm rig.

Plus her .32.

Three knives, pepper spray
and a steel baton.

What, no hand grenade?

This is nowhere near as good
as the pu-erh

you used to bring me from
Yunnan.

But it'll have to suffice.

Thank you.

It's been a while.

Yeah.

How long have you been in town?

Not long.

Long enough to leave
a couple of bodies.

I ran out of options.

Well, it happens.

You should have called me
if you were in trouble.

I'm here now.

And I'm glad that you are.

Aw, bugger.

Hope she's talking about you.

It's all right.

Oh, well, now that you're here,

Mr. Hanna, could you see
to our guest's injuries?

Let's take a look.

You got a minute?

This is where you tell me
what's going on.

What would you like to know?

Why don't we start
with the woman in the other room

and what the hell she's doing here.

Well, her name is Grace Stevens.

I take it you have a pretty good
reason for not telling us

- who we were looking for?
- I asked you to identify the men.

Yeah, that would have been
a little easier

had we known who they were after.

I told you,
her name is Grace Stevens.

That's her name.
I wanna know who the hell she is.

She's one of ours.

Now, why wouldn't you
wanna tell me that?

Nolan Vandenberg popped up
on our radar three years ago,

when equipment from one
of his manufacturing facilities

turned up in Iran.
He said it was stolen.

Now the concern is
that he's providing equipment

that could be used to facilitate the
nuclear programs of our enemies.

We just haven't been able to prove it.

How long were you inside?

I've been working for him for
11 months, living with him for three.

My intel flow had dried up.

He maintains control through
compartmentalisation.

His employees only know enough
to be efficient in their specific area.

So you figured you could
gain additional access

if he trusted you
on a more intimate level.

I was out of options.

Unfortunately all I learned is
he's an abusive sadist.

- Do we have enough to arrest him?
- No.

If we arrest him,
we tip off those he's helping.

The fear is there are others
in addition to Iran.

If we take him out,
they'll find another supplier.

It may take us months to determine
who they were

and where they are
in their nuclear development.

So, what's the goal?

We wanna know who he's supplying

and ideally allow him to continue
to do so in a manner

that lets us monitor his progress
and delay it if necessary.

Espionage and sabotage.
Two of my favorite pastimes.

Well, unfortunately,
after what happened last night,

he may have already
fled the country.

So we looked into
his business holdings

and recent land deeds show
that Vandenberg's company

has purchased property
in the Tula industrial area.

- It's just north of Mexico City.
- They say what for?

Manufacturing of heat-transfer
equipment,

used in refining, petrochemical
and gas-processing industries.

It could be legit.

Yeah, it could be. And it could be
a way to move equipment

into another country
without rousing suspicion.

Who's gonna expect uranium refining
technology to come out of Mexico?

Any luck tracking down the missing
van or the other guy that Grace shot?

No luck with the van,

but he hasn't sought medical attention
at any local hospitals.

- Could've patched himself up.
- Or he could be dead.

What about Vandenberg?

As far as I can tell, he's still here.

He has a three-bedroom suite
booked at the Biltmore downtown.

Good.

- Book us a room close to his.
- Okay, got it.

You guys going
on a second honeymoon?

- No, you two are.
- Ah, okay. Nell, make that twins.

Mm. Now we're talking.
Twins are on my bucket list.

- Beds. Twin beds.
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, no, but...
- Meet you two in the armory.

You say "twin beds," I say "twins."

Feeling better?

Never underestimate the rejuvenating
powers of a hot shower.

Heh. Look, Vandenberg is still here,
so we're gonna go check him out.

- You can watch from Ops.
- I'd be of more use on the ground.

It's not worth the risk
of him seeing you.

Plus you need to heal.

Look, you'll be in contact with us.
You can see almost everything we see.

- Okay.
- So, uh...

How long have you known Hetty?

We go back quite a ways.

- Did she bring you to NCIS?
- Yeah.

I, uh, wasn't
on a good career trajectory.

Actually I was in trouble
with the law as a juvie.

And, uh, fortunately I met Hetty and
she steered me in the right direction.

- Well, she has a way of doing that.
- Yeah.

Hey, so I, uh, sent the hotel layout
to your phones.

And, um, I'll be tapped into
their surveillance feed

- by the time you get back.
- Great.

Can you find me some more
information on Grace?

Sure, yeah. What do you need?

Everything you can find on her
prior to joining NCIS.

Am I going to get in trouble for this?

- Of course not.
- Heh.

- Just don't get caught.
- What? Oh, man.

- Oh, my God, she's watching me.
- Just smile.

- But she'll know I'm up to something.
- Then don't smile.

Then she'll think I'm hiding something.
Oh, man, look at her looking at me.

Granger was right,
she's got that Gorgon stare.

What should I say
if she asks me what I'm doing?

Callen?

Hey, just...

- Thank you, Kenneth.
- Thank you, sir.

Is there anything else I can get you?

Um, well, what do you think, honey?
Little champagne?

Chocolate-covered strawberries?

Honey, you know I get hives
from strawberries

and champagne gives me gas.

Wow, that is adorable.

- My wife.
- Excuse me.

Wait. The threshold.

- Oh, right. The threshold.
- Of course, uh...

- So excited. Well?
- Uh...

You wanna jump up
or something, maybe?

Okay, this is not ice dancing.
Just lift me up.

Maybe hand me a leg or something
to hold on to. Just put your leg up.

Just put your... Yeah, there you go.
Right, like that.

Maybe you should grab the other one.
She's a lot heavier than she looks.

It's all the very dense muscle mass
from pole dancing.

- That she does.
- Yeah.

- Heh. He's kidding.
- I'm not really kidding.

I almost lost my appendix the last time
she tried to do the Hungarian bicycle.

It was crazy. On three.

- On three.
- One, two, three.

- Wish me luck.
- Uh, good luck.

- I'm gonna need it.
- Congratulations.

- Okay. Congratulations to us.
- Thank you.

- Put me down.
- You laugh funny.

- Your eye looks weird.
- Uh-huh. Let me go.

- Fire in the hole! Ha!
- No...!

I'm so sorry.

That was too much.
It was inappropriate. I'm so sorry.

- I can't believe you just did that.
- I'm sorry. It was inappropriate.

- You're an agent, we're working.
- What? No, Deeks, stop...

- Okay.
- See, you know what?

Gotta have faster reflexes than that.

That happens when you marry
the jungle cat.

You want to make little
ninja assassins.

- You want to play this game.
- Obviously you have to...

Oh. You know what? Sweetie,
this is how somebody gets hurt.

Yeah, you.

I don't want to see you
get hurt, honey.

Ow. Don't. St... Burn. Ow. Okay,
don't make me unleash the beast.

Only thing beastly is your breath.

Kensi. Kens. Ow. Ow.

- Sounds like the honeymoon is over.
- You guys in position?

Well, one of us is.

- Fraggle Rock! No! Aah!
- Yeah? How you like that?

- I don't love it.
- There you...

I don't love it
as much as I should!

You in position now? Huh?

- This is going a lot better...
- Hi.

Is this a bad time?

He started it.

Target is alone, but he's gotta
have some muscle nearby.

You recognize anyone, Grace?

The guy with the book is DeGroot.

He's not the other one you shot?

No, that was Visser. I don't see him.

May not have survived.

Good. The guy was a psychopath.

I don't recognize anyone else.

He's down three men.
That makes him vulnerable.

Also makes him dangerous and more
likely to do something unpredictable.

Okay, Eric, we should be online.

Yeah, we got you.

- Nobody's answering.
- No one answered when I knocked.

- Ready?
- Yup.

All right. Guys, Nell's going in.

Let us know if Vandenberg
or his protection move.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Housekeeping.

All right, no laptop on the desk.

Only the briefcase. Okay.

What do you got?

You got a laptop?

No, it's audio and video
bug-detection equipment.

This guy's careful.

Not careful enough.
Can you disable it?

With pleasure.

Somebody's in here.

That's Visser. Get her out of there.

- Kensi, go, go.
- Yeah.

What are you doing?

I am with Housekeeping.
I am Housekeeping.

I had the "do not disturb” sign on.

I'm sorry, sir.
I must have missed that.

I can just come back later.

- You've been going through my stuff.
- No, no, I was just tidying up.

Um, can I get you more towels?

You were trying to steal from me.

No, I wasn't.

Hello. Is there a problem here?

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Kelly Smith, hotel management.

We received complaints
from this floor

that Housekeeping
is walking in on guests

even though the
"do not disturb” sign was out.

I caught her trying
to go through my stuff.

- I wasn't.
- She's lying.

If you could make a list of all personal
effects that might be missing...

I don't think she had time
to take anything.

Well, we can let the police
decide that.

I'm not dealing with the police.

I'm on a tight schedule.
I don't have time for that.

Understood, sir.

On behalf of the hotel, we'd like to
offer you a complimentary night's stay

- as a sign of our appreciation.
- Sure.

- Fine, just get her out of here.
- Of course. Rita.

Once again, sir, I'm terribly sorry.

Are we cool up there?

That was a close call,
but I think we're good.

Vandenberg's got company.

You know these guys, Grace?

Negative.
I've never seen them before.

Maybe they're replacements
for the guys he lost.

I'm running them through facial rec.

Our boy's got a briefcase.

Laptop's probably inside.

What are the chances
of getting that away

long enough
to access the computer?

Creating a distraction and grabbing
the case, 10 seconds.

Breaking the combination,
if it's locked, another 20.

Copying the files, two minutes.

Outsmarting the bad guys?

Priceless.

I got a match on his lunch dates. They
both have diplomatic status in the U.S.

The man on Vandenberg's right
is Ettiene Indongo.

He's an attaché from Niger.

The other man is Ousamane Ndakolo.
He's Namibian.

I doubt it's coincidence that Niger
and Namibia happen to be

the world's third and fourth largest
exporters of uranium.

Vandenberg could be expanding
his enterprises into raw materials.

We're going to need all hands
on deck for this.

Kensi and Deeks,
you're the distraction.

- Copy that.
- Copy that.

I'll grab the case and hand it to Nell.

Nell, you're gonna need to clone it
and get it back to me.

Sam will remain in over-watch
position in case anything goes wrong.

Okay, well, something
may have already gone wrong.

Visser's leaving his room.
We may have spooked him.

- Can you stall him?
- I'll try.

Ah, excuse me.

- Do you have a moment?
- No.

Just a second. I need you
to sign a statement regarding

- what happened in your room.
- I don't have time right now.

Please, this will only take
30 seconds.

I just need a witness to corroborate
my report for Human Resources.

- Maybe later.
- Of course. Have a good day, sir.

Visser's on his way down.
I couldn't stall him.

- Deeks, you good?
- Yup.

- Nell?
- I think so.

You'll be fine. Just stay frosty.

- Kens, how much time we got?
- Seconds.

What do you think?

I have Visser. I can take him out.
Just say the word.

Are we doing this?

G?

Abort. Everyone walk away now.

What about these two guys? Couldn't
we track Vandenberg through them?

They're both foreign diplomats.

They probably have immunity
in this country.

Plus the minute we contact them,
he knows we're onto them.

Yeah, infiltrating Vandenberg
without him knowing would be great,

but at some point, we may have
to give up on that and just bring him in.

Sam's right. At the very least,

we stop them from providing
equipment to our enemies.

- Could also turn that to our advantage.
- Well, how so?

With Vandenberg out,
they'll seek another supplier.

Exactly, and that could be us.

We, uh, create a bogus company

that's willing to supply
the same equipment.

When we control what it is
we give them,

we know exactly where they are
in their nuclear development.

No?

Damn. That's a good idea, Deeks.

You don't have to sound
so surprised by that.

- Not just another pretty rock star?
- What's that mean?

It means nothing. She's talking crazy.

It's a good idea.

Unfortunately we have no idea
where Vandenberg is.

- How we making out?
- Uh, less than zero.

Nothing on the van or Vandenberg.

I don't know how they left the hotel.
There are a dozen exits.

We're monitoring airport checkpoints,
but nothing so far. Sorry.

It's okay.
All right, keep working on it.

Hey, uh, I just wanted to thank you for
your confidence in me, Agent Callen.

What is this?

- I'm sorry? What's what?
- What is this?

I don't know. Where did you find it?

You just gave this to me.

I did? How could I have done that?

Maybe somebody left it
on my desk here and...

Is this Grace's history?

How would I know? I don't even
know what we're talking about.

I'm totally confused right now.

Eric, relax. What did you find?

You should probably read it.

I will, I just wanna hear
your interpretation.

Why? Nell is the analyst.
I'm just a technical operator.

I'm just a techie.
I find data, I steal data,

I decrypt data,
I do not analyze data...

- Eric, what did you find?
- Nothing, exactly.

It's just that

her past seemed surprisingly similar
to some other agents.

- What other agents?
- Sullivan, Hunter, you.

You hiding in here?

No, just looking for a little peace
and quiet so I can concentrate.

- You guys find Vandenberg?
- Not yet.

You good?

- Don't I seem good?
- You seem a little off your game.

Would you have made a different
call at the hotel?

Maybe.

Doesn't mean it would've been
the right one.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

You're worried about getting
dressed up for the party?

Yeah, that's what it is.

Heh, okay. Well, when you're ready,
you'll let me know what it really is.

- There's nothing to tell you.
- Right.

You said Grace was one of ours.

- She is.
- Not ours.

Yours.

She was an orphan.

Turns out, so was the first agent
you lost, Sullivan.

Just like Hunter, just like me.

Unfortunately there are a lot of
children in the world

without parents, Mr. Callen.

And how many of them
have you recruited?

You know what they say, Hetty.

Once is happenstance.
Twice is coincidence.

Three times is enemy action.

- I don't like your tone, Mr. Callen.
- Then tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me you didn't pluck her
out of an orphanage

and train her or mentor her

or whatever the hell you call
what you do.

I gave her an opportunity,
an education, a family.

- In return for what?
- Perhaps that's a question for her.

Well, maybe I'll ask her.

I'd ask Sullivan and Hunter,
but they're both dead.

Tread carefully, Mr. Callen.

- How many?
- This conversation is over.

How many were there
like Hunter and Grace and me?

I suggest you stand down.

- How many?
- Alot!

Is that what you wanted to hear?

There were a lot.

I messed up this assignment.

I'm sorry I had to
drag your team into this.

- You didn't mess up anything.
- Oh, no?

Can't say I've ever seen Hetty
snap like that.

That had nothing to do
with this case.

I love her, I really do.
I wanted to be her.

But now she just scares me.

Well, she scares a lot of people.

Though you don't strike me
as someone who spooks easy.

No, she scares me because when I
look at her, I see myself in a few years.

We should all be so lucky.

- You think?
- Look...

Look, this Vandenberg case
has been hard on you.

You just need time to decompress.

Well, the time that I need
is long gone.

- You're not married?
- No.

Girlfriend?

Not at the moment.

So how many moments
have there been?

Sorry, none of my business.

It's just that my longest relationship
has been undercover with criminals.

Okay, so forget about Mr. Right.

I mean, Mr. Murderer, Mr. Terrorist,
Mr. Drug Trafficker,

those are my guys.

Look, sometimes we make bad
choices for good reasons.

It's part of this job.
But you saved a lot of lives.

Well, that's become my mantra.

It's all for the mission.

Unfortunately,
there's always another mission,

another criminal to go after,
you know?

So when do you stop?

When somebody finally puts
a bullet in your head?

Vandenberg still wants you dead.

Yeah, so I got that going for me.

He wants to kill you.

Okay, this isn't making me
feel any better.

It might if it helps us catch him.

Firefighters have
knocked down the blaze

and expect to have it
under control within the hour.

Drivers are cautioned, meantime...

- Has it aired yet?
- It's coming up.

Until tomorrow morning.

- What about the others?
- They're in position.

The police are asking for
the public's help in identifying

the victim of a vicious assault.

The woman shown here was found in
an alley by city workers late last night.

She had no identification and remains
in a coma at St. Anne's Hospital.

Anyone with information is asked

to call the LA.P.D.
anonymous tip hotline.

Need you to sign off on your transpo.

It's been two hours.
Maybe they aren't watching the news.

Excuse me.
I think my fiancée was admitted here.

- What's her name?
- Grace.

She's your Jane Doe.

Wow, that's amazing.
We were hoping someone would help.

- She didn't have any identification.
- Can I see her?

The visiting hours are over,

but I'll make an exception
under the circumstances.

Your friends have to wait out here.

- That's fine.
- Right this way.

She doesn't have any drug allergies,
does she?

- No.
- Okay.

- How's she doing?
- Better now.

Federal agents.

Hello again.

Don't even think about it unless you
wanna end up on these gurneys.

Or you want me to mop the floor
with your blood.

- What?
- You're trying too hard.

- Turn around.
- Hands behind your back.

- Nice work.
- Thanks. All of you.

You're welcome.

Hey, so, uh, just for the record,

this is the last time
I'm going undercover as a janitor.

- Heh, yeah.
- I'm serious.

This oulffit, silver, super itchy.

We got him.

Vandenberg.

He's in the boatshed with
Grace and Sam.

I'm not sure if he's gonna cooperate,
but we're gonna try.

Well done.

The last time somebody offered me
50-year-old whiskey,

they tried to kill me.

Well, I can think of worse
ways to go.

I apologize for losing my temper.

- I shouldn't have baited you.
- No, you shouldn't have.

What are we drinking to?

The fact that we still can.

Have you ever heard of Vinnytsa,
in the Ukraine?

Hitler had a headquarters near there.

It was code-named Werewolf.

Yes, and years later, the Soviets
built a town there where everything,

houses, cars, theaters, restaurants,
even the people were American.

A Mayberry behind the Iron Curtain.

I always thought
that was an urban spy legend.

Hmm. Yes, well, there are those
who say that about me.

The town was built to train operatives
to work in the West.

But the Soviets soon realized
that it was much more effective

to create agents from scratch.

So they started a school.

Young Soviet children went in
and sleeper agents came out.

Sleeper agents that looked
and sounded like Americans.

And were schooled in spy craft
and the finer arts of seduction.

The males were called voron
and the females, lebed...

Ravens and swans.

They were charming, smart,
and highly effective.

Is that where they found you?

You think I look like a swan,
Mr. Callen?

Were the children orphans?

No, no. This was the USSR.

It was a great honor
to have a family member

in service of the Communist party,

or so was one was led to believe.

It'd be a lot harder to sell that
to an American family.

Orphans, on the other hand...

Could slip through the cracks,

if no one was there to catch them.

There were many factors
that conspired

against me having my own family.

But I did my very best to take care
of those who fell under my wing.

I think you would have made
a great mother, Hetty.

Thank you, Mr. Callen.

I'd like to think I have.