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Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles:

A trade. Me for Janvier.

I hear the weather's great
in Tehran this time of year.

Checkmate.

You shot and killed a
Russian mob boss in broad daylight.

- Where is my money?
- I think you've been made.

You did not recover the bombs?

- No, they're gone.
- Three nuclear weapons are out there.

Sidorov will sell those bombs
to anybody.

Professor?

Gamma rays and x-rays
were picked up by satellite.

So far, the radiation fallout has only
covered uninhabited areas

of the Chihuahuan desert.

There's been communication
at the highest levels

between Russia, Great Britain,
China, India.

And everyone denies involvement.
It's like the Vela incident.

What's the Vela incident?

1979, satellite detected a nuclear
explosion near South Atlantic.

No country ever took responsibility.

I invited CIA Operative Hanna here.
On this one, she's one of us.

So from the description and
the fallout readings, we believe...

This is one of the three bombs
Sidorov acquired.

- Why'd he detonate it?
- Prove it was functional.

It would exponentially increase the
value of those two remaining weapons.

A nuclear bomb is as big
as the fear it creates.

Then they just made
their bombs bigger.

CIA and NCIS have been monitoring
this man, Michael Zhrov.

Zhrov runs Sidorov's
arms-dealing company.

While Sidorov is in the wind,

Zhrov meets potential buyers
for the weapons.

If they complete the sale, these
bombs could disappear for years.

Then we need to find Sidorov
another buyer, and fast.

It has to be
a corrupt international broker.

Someone that Sidorov
already trusts.

Any suggestions where we might
find such an individual, Mr. Callen?

Agent Hanna and Agent Hanna?

We find Sidorov,
we re-embed ourselves in his crew.

He owes you a lot of money. Gives
you motive to reconnect with him.

It's too risky. We don't know
if Sidorov made Michelle.

We don't have a choice.
This is an unprecedented threat

to our national security.

An agent's life is on the line.

Getting somebody killed
for no reason...

Agents' welfare is
secondary to the mission.

Always has been and always will be.
I'm getting on a plane now.

I'll see you in six hours.

Mr. Deeks, you'll be in overwatch.

No, not Deeks.
I need Callen on this.

- Wow, that's an ego boost.
- Not possible.

Mr. Callen and Ms. Blye
will be out of the country.

Where are we going?

Iran.

You got sunscreen?

Yup.

- Extra ammo?
- Always.

You know I can ride a camel, right?

Deeks, I'm gonna be fine.
This is what I do.

Not without me.

I'm just saying, I would
feel a lot more comfortable

if I was there
watching your ass, that's it.

Of course you would.

I don't... I mean, watching your back.

- That's not what you said.
- You know what I mean.

- Do you know what you mean?
- Yeah. Wait, why?

Wait, what do you think that I mean?

I really have no idea.

Okay, so where does that
leave us exactly?

I don't know.
Where does that leave us?

You can't keep doing that, answering
my questions with questions.

Why not?

You have terrible
communication skills.

- Ido?
- Yes.

You're the one
who never says what he means.

That's not true.

Then say something
you actually mean.

Wheels up in 30. Let's go.

I will see you in a few days.

Yeah.

What do you got?

Radiation sensors at the border
pegged on a white cargo van

that crossed into Mexico just
two days before the nuclear explosion.

Mexican border patrol missed it.
They let the van into the country.

That's how Sidorov
got the bomb into Mexico.

Two days before that,
Kaleidoscope found the same van

outside the Biltmore Hotel
in downtown Los Angeles.

According to the CIA,
three members of Sidorov's gang

entered the United States
two weeks ago.

- And they stayed within blocks of...
- Biltmore Hotel.

The thing is the CIA doesn't
have surveillance

of Sidorov entering
or leaving said hotel.

- They figured it was a dead end.
- The analysts don't know him like I do.

He could be in there and
no one would see him come or go.

Then let's find him quickly.

Fourth move, Bobby Fischer style.

Wait for it. Boom, check, partner.

We're not playing for real, Bob.
And we're not partners.

- We are now.
- Not really.

We're in the midst
of a nice little three-way.

You and I and...
That is a terrible choice of words.

You talk to Kensi this much
during a stakeout?

Usually more.
Sometimes we text even though

we're right next to each other.
It's pretty adorable.

That's cute.
I'm not texting with you.

You know what, man?
I've done this job for a few years now.

Some would say,
Hetty, for example, exemplary.

- Always had everybody's back.
- What's your point?

I can take the crap you dish out 10
times over. I'm just curious about why.

I'm Navy, straight up.
Everything you do is different.

The way you dress, your jokes,
your hair.

If this is about my haircut,
it needs to end.

It's not about your hair.

It's about what it says
about you as a person.

So you're saying
it's about my character?

Yeah, something like that.

North on Olive.
Going towards the front of the hotel.

She's Sidorov's type.

Not that I notice, but there's a lot of
beautiful black women in Los Angeles.

- Oh, really?
- You are toast.

None as beautiful as you, of course.

Nice recovery.

Thing is, it's true.

There are a lot of beautiful
black women, but very few

- wearing Valentin Kartashyov dresses.
- Valentin who?

Moscow's preeminent dress designer.
Sidorov gives them to all the girls.

All right, I got her.
She's getting off on the ninth floor.

That's one of Sidorov's men.
He's in there.

There are no cameras
in the south staircase.

And they lead directly to the garage.

He uses the stairs, goes in and out
in the middle of the night.

Always has three
or four men with him.

- We're gonna have to bring more.
- A lot more.

Do you need to have
that thing pointed at me?

We hit turbulence,
there might be an accident.

Pilot did say it was
gonna get a little rough.

Surely, Agent G. Callen,

you didn't put together
a mission like this just to kill me.

You need me for something. What?

Chess match begins again.

Trouble is this time
I don't wanna play.

You have nothing to offer me.

Remember our mutual friend,
Naseem Vaziri?

He took it off.

One joint at a time.

You can't play chess
with a dead man.

I need you to broker
a weapons deal for me.

I said, you have nothing to offer me,
Agent G. Callen.

But I do.

I'm offering you revenge.

Against Vaziri and Iran.

You have till we land to decide.

Hands on the wheel.
Hands on the wheel.

Sidorov, get out of the car.

Let's go, Isaak.

Quite the operation.
Where are we going?

The bank.
You owe us a lot of money.

Meet the crew.

This is a game to you?

Three quarters of a million dollars
ain't a game.

Get in the car.

Look who's here.
Your boys are following us, Isaak.

- You got them?
- Got them.

Call your men,
tell them not to get out.

You can leave with them
when we're done.

You could have just
asked me for the money.

I've never left you wanting before.

I'm guessing that's your ride.

Next stop, federal supermax
prison, Florence, Colorado.

Well, personally
I'm lobbying for Gitmo.

Opening move.

You know what? Playing can be fun.

Okay, let's work together,
Agent Callen.

Understand,
I know this is about revenge,

which means you also
harbor that for me.

Let me put your mind at ease.

This is my first requirement.

When it's all done,

I need you to finish what you started
when you put that bullet in my face.

- You want me to kill you.
- You owe me that.

Well, as much as I'd like to,
I don't do that.

Maybe I can seduce you into it.

You're going to call Vaziri
and make him an offer.

And what are we gonna sell him?

Something that will change
Iran forever.

Go on.

A nuclear bomb.

Our mission was designed
to look like

you financed
your own escape from prison.

The Iranian Ministry of Intelligence
would love to hear from you.

You tell them to have Vaziri
call you back.

Maybe now we're not playing chess.

No, high-stakes poker.

A wire transfer of this size,
I'm gonna have to get approval.

L.A.P.D. Put your hands
very, very slowly

on the dash
and the back of the seat.

And don't do anything stupid.

The transfer has been completed
to the account in Dubai.

Drop your weapon!
I said, drop your weapon!

Let me in. Let me in. Unlock it.

- Leave him.
- Let mein.

- Did Sidorov buy it?
- Oh, yeah.

- What do I do with these guys?
- Bury them in the system.

- No phone calls?
- No need.

They're dead.

Answer it.

Hello.

My old friend.

That operation must have cost you.

You think I can't find you?

I'm going to miss
our sessions together.

Me too. I enjoyed them.

Listen, we can reminisce for hours,
but I have a proposition for you.

Found him. Century City.

- I'm listening.
- How much is it worth to Iran

to become a Middle Eastern
nuclear power?

You've got my attention.

Two weapons, Soviet, late '70s,

Seventeen kiloton capacity.

There was a third
that was just detonated.

Talk to your friends in the Kremlin.

They will confirm
the weapons' viability.

Are you serious?

As serious as torture, my old friend.

What's in it for you?

The Iranian Ministry of Intelligence

will make me look over my shoulder
for the rest of my life.

If not you, it'll be someone else.

- You want your freedom guaranteed.
- Yes.

Not to mention a nice little profit
on the transaction, of course.

And then you and I
can say goodbye forever.

Are you in?

Set up a meeting with the seller.

I'll be in touch.

I have another condition.

I have a daughter, 16 years old.
She lives in Paris.

The result of a careless liaison
with a prostitute.

You know we're gonna
check this, right?

Why would I lie about that?

- I would like my portion of the money...
- You're not getting any money.

The money I would have gotten
from the deal, sent to her.

It's a modest request,
knowing your government

is willing to do practically anything
to secure these nuclear devices.

- You know this man?
- Michael Zhrov.

I've done business with him.

He worked primarily
for Isaak Sidorov.

Still does.

You're going to call him

and tell him you have
a potential buyer for the bombs.

See how much he wants for them.

And my daughter?

She gets nothing
if we don't find the weapons.

We make a good team.

- Yes.
- Michael, it's Marcel Janvier.

How have you been?

Mm. Laying low.

What can I do for you?

I've heard you have some, uh,
unique merchandise.

- Did you find anybody?
- I called the girls.

There's no one else we can trust.

I'd have to bring people
in from Moscow.

That's going to take too long.

I want to move the merchandise,
get out of this country.

I'll call you right back.

I just spoke to a broker
with an Iranian buyer.

- Who?
- Marcel Janvier.

- He's a sick bastard, but...
- It's why I trust him.

Set up a meeting with Janvier
and the Iranians.

I set the time and the place.
Somewhere near the desert house.

Got it.

- All right, Isaak, good luck.
- Wait.

I have another job for both of you.

Short-term. Just protection. Easy.

You gonna have to pay us first.
Up front.

We have trust issues.

Come, meet my friends.

Veronica, Maya.

Quinn, David.

Not so fast, Isaak.
We need to get paid up front.

Looks like we all have trust issues.

That's okay,

because so do I.

So who are the Bond girls?

Veronica, the brunette, was a
former Moscow narcotics detective.

She was discharged
on suspicion of killing a suspect.

And Maya, the blond,
is former Spetsnaz.

I didn't know there were females
in the Russian Special Forces.

They look like
very capable young women.

- Yes.
- We want to proceed.

Good.

- I have a meet location.
- No.

- My location.
- No.

The buyer
wants to choose the location.

Security is the priority.
This is non-negotiable.

I'll make it work.

- Do you have a paper?
- Yes.

34 degrees,
42 minutes, 45 seconds north,

117 degrees, 44 minutes,
two seconds west.

GPS coordinates.

Five hours from now. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Where is it, Eric?

It's the Mojave Desert.

It's literally the middle of nowhere.

Is there any geography
where we can be close?

No. And from the look of it,
Janvier is gonna have to drive in.

Putting Sidorov
and Janvier together

makes me feel as if
we're playing with fire, Mr. Callen.

That's because we are.

You know Agent Hanna.

Your partner. Of course.

He'll be undercover at the meet
as David Forman.

Do not acknowledge him in any way.

We'll be watching you.

We will be listening.

And we will be inside your head.

It's a scary place.

You do anything to jeopardize
this mission or my people

and you'll get your death wish.

And no protective vest this time?

- No.
- See?

I told you I would seduce you.

- Let's go.
- Wait.

Just make sure
my daughter gets the money.

This goes right, she will.

Okay. I need the restroom.

Hold it.

Go ahead.

Let's go.

Hold up.

- Hmm. Tracking device.
- It can't be removed.

Get in.

There's multiple cameras in here
and GPS tracking.

Drive in, meet Sidorov and Vaziri.

Don't go near them, don't touch them.
You do the deal, you drive out.

We'll be close by the whole time.

Start it up.

What do you think
the top speed of this car is?

It doesn't matter.

Let's go.

Is Sam gonna be able
to stay away from Vaziri?

He better. Vaziri knows him.

I should stay back to cover.

No, he stays back.
You come with me.

How is my handiwork?

Is it healing?

Some wounds never heal, my friend.

Let's do this quickly.

Twenty million for each weapon.

Payment in gold at, uh,
1,590 U.S. dollars an ounce.

That's a lot of money
for 40-year-old technology.

Sell him on it.

A nuclear weapon
is not about capability.

It's about potential.

It's about Iran finally being able
to sit at the big kids' table

with the United States.

It's about giving
the Israelis night sweats.

He's good.

You chose this meeting place,
we choose the exchange location.

Okay, but I want
a down payment first.

I'm not exposing the weapons
until I see the quality of the gold.

Five million in two suitcases.

Twelve and a half percent.
It's reasonable.

Okay.

Anything goes south,
we keep the gold.

Well, I guess that's in his hands,
or should I say "hand."

Ouch.

You see anything, Kens?

All seems okay.

As soon as the gold is delivered,
give us the exchange location.

The deal will be done.

Good?

Good.

Good?

Very good.

Thank you.

Something's not right.

As soon as we have eyes
on the bombs, this all ends.

There's a lot of chips on the table.

It's a lot to win.

It's a lot to lose.

So, Vaziri's guys just
dropped off the down payment.

He's testing the gold.

The gold is good. Go.

The gold is good.

Okay.

The exchange location.

Check it out. Bring Quinn.
Make sure it's safe.

I need David to deposit the gold.

The cases weigh
more than 100 pounds.

You want to carry them?

Wait, I want to speak to her.

When this is over,
think about coming with me.

Forty million dollars
can give a very good life.

I'll think about it.

Quinn.

Are you playing me?

Does that feel like I'm playing?

We should not mention that
to Sam, like, ever.

It's not like she had a choice.
She's protecting her cover.

Oh, that's interesting. Kind of like me
when I was undercover with Monica?

Undercover or under the covers?

And there it is again, little green-eyed
monster makes an appearance.

What does that mean?

Nothing. It means nothing.

Like I said,
poor communication skills.

I never, ever, ever know
what the hell you're talking about,

because you never say
what you mean.

It's so frustrating.
It's like working with a 14...

How's that for communication?

I gotta stay with Michelle.

David, take the other case.
Go to the bank with Zhrov.

Put the gold in the box
and come back and let's finish this.

Also put the handcuff on.

He will keep the key
till you get to the bank.

Trust issues.

Hey, there is a lot of money
in that case. Do not cross us.

I've lost all electronic
communication with Sam.

Hetty, I'm going in.
Sam's in trouble.

That should bring them. Go.

Backup, I presume.

If there were anyone else,
I'm sure they'd be here.

The keys to the handcuff
for your gun.

Or I could tell him to shoot you.
Then you'd both die.

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys!

I've lost all electronic
contact with Deeks.

The cars are gone. They've left.

No sign of Sam or Deeks.

Sidorov needs them alive to find out
if there are any other agents.

He still thinks he can make a deal.

Sidorov would just walk away.
He's not gonna trust Janvier.

Unless Janvier is the one
who tipped him off about Sam.

I'm heading back to the boatshed.

Mr. Callen, control your emotions.

We need Janvier alive.

It's the only way
to recover the bombs.

It was very touching watching
your partner put his lips to yours

to breathe life back into you.

He cares very much for you.

But I think soon you're going to wish

he had let you die
at the bottom of that pool.

Where's Quinn?

Ah, the beautiful Quinn.

The reason we're here.

So is she also an undercover agent?

What are you talking about?

I need to know
if it's safe to sell the bombs.

Are there other undercover
agents involved?

- You think I'm a cop?
- No, an agent.

FBI, perhaps.

You're out of your mind.

Sidorov, you got this all wrong.

A room within a room like this
has many functions.

Soundproofing, for example.

Is Quinn also an agent?

No.

- Let's go. Inside.
- Why?

It has to be a place
to exchange the trucks.

The basement parking garage.
Come on.

I've got them, Kensi.
They're headed to the freight elevator.

Give me a floor, Eric.

Why are we going up?

They're going up. I do not
have a camera in the elevator.

They're supposed
to be going to a location

where Vaziri and Sidorov
can exchange trucks. This...

Hetty, this doesn't feel right.
I wanna go in.

Go in, Agent Blye.

Bring me at least
one of the Russians alive.

On it.

Eric, I'm gonna need
another elevator.

Public elevators
in the front of the building.

And you're gonna have
to go through security.

- Where are the stairs?
- Far end of the hall.

Kensi, they stopped
at the 30th floor.

No leaving until
we get the call from Isaak.

- Why is Isaak doing this?
- Don't know.

But you know he loves you,
so don't make us hurt you.

I'm out of here.

- Michelle!
- Aah!

Is Quinn an undercover agent?

She's not an agent.

But I know you are,
as sure as I'm standing here.

- But maybe you got it wrong.
- No, David.

An old and trusted friend told me.

Hold on.

Get out.

Leave the building.

You gave Sam up!

You can't hurt me anymore.

Not after what I've gone through.

Which, by the way, Agent Callen,

I blame you for.

You gave me to them.

This is all your doing.

Look into my eyes.

I still only live for one thing.

To kill what you love.

"David. Agent."

Good?

Very good. Thank you.

Sidorov is going to
kill your beloved partner.

Your body is literally burning.
Are you that strong-willed?

What is it?

She's not an agent.

This isn't going to work.
Let's start on the other one.

Why was I wasting my time with you
when I have the weak one?

That doesn't look very fun.

Is it safe to sell the bombs,
or are there other undercover agents?

I already told you,
I'm an LAPD narcotics officer.

We were casing the house...

I don't even know him, man.

Is Quinn an undercover agent?

Yes or no?

Come on, man.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

No.