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I know, I know.
I'll be home as soon as I can.

What's Addie worried about?

The most I'll miss
is the first quarter.

I promise.

All right, I got to go.

I love you.

Pull your vehicle over.

Just play it cool.

Is there a problem?

Other than making
your commute

louder than the
Soul Train Awards?

License and
registration.

We don't want
any trouble, Officer.

I'm helping

my friend move.

What do you say

we take a look at
what you're moving?

Come on!

♪ NCIS: LA 4x13 ♪
The Chosen One
Original Air Date on January 29, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

What is that?

That appears
to be a fish tank.

Why is it here?

That is an excellent question,
to which I have an answer.

This should be good.

Had a date
this weekend.

Went to the carnival, won

that goldfish.

Obviously wasn't a
game of strength.

Or wits.

That's very clever.
Moving on.

I didn't even want the goldfish,
but my date insisted

I give it a proper home,
which meant

something nicer than
the plastic bag that it came in.

So, went to the pet store,

bought this aquarium,
but then we started

looking at it,
realized how lonely it looked,

which meant, of course...

More fish.
Exactly.

But there's so many fish
to choose from, I didn't know

where to start, which is
where I had my epiphany.

You ready for this?

Doppelganger aquarium.

Doppelganger?

Each one of us

has a counterpart in there.

Sam, check it.

Right there,

armoured catfish--
that's you.

That's a tough fish;
doesn't take crap

from any other fish.

Kensilina, angelfish.

Look how it glides

all sexy through the water.

I like my fish.

Eh, your fish likes my fish.

Those are the gourami
kissing fish.

That's Eric and Nell.

And, Callen,
this is you.

Black ghost knifefish.
It's sleek,

sharp, mysterious, solitary.

Hides in plain sight.

Where's Hetty?
Hetty?

Yeah, I'm actually
working on Hetty,

'cause there's a problem.

Small fish tend to be eaten
by the bigger ones, so...

And you're the goldfish,
I take it?

Of course I'm the
goldfish-- it's gold.

It's valuable,
desirable, beautiful.

King of the aquarium.

There's something wrong
with the king's eyeball.

Wait, what are you
talking about?

You're right.

It's, like, droopy and puffy.

Yeah, I had a buddy
that had one like this.

They had to remove it
from the tank

before it infected
all the other fish.

Died all by himself
a little while later.

Oh.
No, no.

Goldfish Deeks, no.

This footage was taken

from Sergeant Rick Gibson's
patrol car camera.

He stopped this rental van
on a noise violation.

According to
the officer's report,

he asked the driver to show him
what was in the cargo area.

That's when he was shot
by the passenger.

Unfortunately,
the camera didn't capture

an image of
the passenger's face.

The officer was able

to get off two rounds

that shot the driver
in the back.

He was dead
at the scene.

It was, however,
a Kodak moment

for Karim Moussa,
a Chechen-American

with ties to
the Haqqani network.

It's a terrorist
group with links

to al-Qaeda and
the Taliban,

who use foreign fighters
to help with their cause.

After years of
oppression by Moscow,

Chechnya has become a hotbed
of Islamic terrorism.

Haqqani is obviously
taking advantage of this,

drawing Chechen-Americans
to help with the cause.

As much as we say
that law enforcement

doesn't use racial profiling,
if you've got olive skin

and a Muslim surname,
it does grab more attention.

And most
Chechen extremists

don't look Middle Eastern.

He shot a cop in broad daylight.

He was protecting something
or someone

in the back of that van.

Thanks to his vest,
Gibson survived the shooting.

He's in the hospital,
conscious and stable.

All right, Sam and I
will see what he can give us.

Kensi, Deeks, why don't you
see what you can

get from
the rental company.

Sure.

Hello there.

We need information on
whoever rented this van.

No problem.

A Mr. McGrady--
Dennis McGrady.

Oh, that's a nice,
traditional Chechen name.

The rental agreement.

A copy of his driver's license
and credit card.

Oh, the license is
obviously a counterfeit.

Probably programmed
the magnetic strip

off a stolen
credit card.

They were very specific
about what they wanted:

a cargo van with
the rear windows tinted dark.

Was he with anyone?

Um, an African-American
gentleman.

Do you, uh, remember
what he looks like?

No taller than six-two,
no shorter than six feet.

Medium build,
fitted crimson T-shirt.

Red T-shirt.

Crimson.
Crimson?

Mm-hmm.
He was wearing jeans.

32 or 34 waist, boot cut,

vintage wash, probably Gap.

Could've been Old Navy.

I think we'd like you to
speak to a sketch artist.

Oh, I have no idea
what his face looks like.

And I didn't get
a good look at the passenger.

All right,
start at the beginning.

They were blasting their music
pretty loud.

When I pulled in behind,

he started driving
like a church lady.

Driver was all twitchy.

You okay?

Yeah.

Used to think wearing that vest
was a pain in the ass.

But my daughter kept nagging me
about it every morning.

Now I wouldn't be
caught dead without it.

What else do you remember?

Russian,

maybe Eastern European.

The voice didn't fit

the name
on the license.

You see anything unusual
in the cab?

No. The van was pretty clean.

The only thing I saw was
a takeout bag from a restaurant.

The name of the restaurant
on it?

Yeah, but I don't remember it.

But the logo--

it was a cartoon.

It was a-a chicken
wearing checkered pants.

So, the only
Mr. Fancy Pants Chicken

in Los Angeles
is in the Valley.

Got it.

Fortunately, there are a number
of traffic cams in the area.

Nice.

So...

our fish.

What do you think?

I mean, you know that
they're, uh, kissing fish?

Yeah, I, um...
I actually did some research.

You did?
Mm-hmm.

You know when they are locking
their lips together

and it looks like
they're kissing?

Yeah.

They're not.

They're actually
fighting.

Fighting?
Yeah.

It's their way of,
uh, showing dominance.

That's... cool.
Yeah.

I thought so.

Ooh.

I have the, uh, rental van

on traffic cam footage
from yesterday

an hour after
the shooting,

turning east on
Saticoy, 1400 block.

That's about half a mile
from the restaurant.

Checking the first Saticoy cam

and one on another street
due west.

If the van came out,
it would have had

to pass by one of them.

Which it did not.

I'm calling Callen.

There.

The van's in
a parking lot.

Copy that. We see it, too.

Clear.

Go.

Clear!

What is that?

It's ammonium nitrate.

Fertilizer used

to make explosives.

Explosives used
to kill 170 people

in the Oklahoma City bombing.

A Chechen extremist

was hauling it around town.

LAPD Crime Lab didn't get
a lot on the van

beyond confirming
what Sam suspected.

Traces of
ammonium nitrate.

Right, but there
was something left

in the tire treads:
cellulose fiber.

It's basically a pulp
made from recycled paper.

Now, there are three recycling
mills in Los Angeles,

all of which are in
the downtown area.

Two are still active,
but the third...

went out of business
over a year ago

due to the downturn
in the economy.

The owner,
Akmed Movladiev,

is a Chechen
national

who repatriated
back to Chechnya

when his business went belly-up.

"Belly-up."

That reminds me, Mr. Deeks.

Hmm?

Condolences on
your impending loss.

My fish is fine.

I think.

From what
we can gather,

Mr. Movladiev retained
several close relationships

in his motherland,

including some
with suspected ties

to the Haqqani network.

And from the looks

of this satellite image,
someone's keeping the lights on.

Satellite images from
yesterday show the rental van

entering the facility
and leaving a short time later.

Probably to off-load
the ammonium nitrate.

Then they ditched the van,
'cause if the police link it

to the cop shooting,
the whole operation is blown.

Should we go in
and bust it up?

Not yet.

Most cells
are compartmentalized.

If we illuminate

their operation too soon,
it could trigger events

by other conspirators.

So, what's going down
in Los Angeles that might

be a target
for a terrorist jihad?

The Israeli Prime Minister
is visiting

the Museum of Tolerance
this week.

Author Ephraim Nabeel

will be at Braddock University
to lecture on his book

Infidel:
Tales of a Reformed Muslim.

And former Secretary of State

George Schultz is speaking
at the Reagan Library.

What are you
thinking, Hetty?

I'm thinking

a good old-fashioned
stakeout is in order.

See what shakes out.

The old shake-out
stakeout?

I like it.

Anything from the kissing fish
side of the tank?

Not getting any
Internet or cell signals

from inside the
building at all.

Even if the phones
were turned off,

we should be able
to get something.

Means they're not
using their cell phones,

which is highly unlikely,

or it means
they've removed the batteries.

They're definitely savvy.

Using a minimum
of technology

so they won't be traced.
Smart.

I've been doing
a lot of thinking

about my fish.

Yeah? You thinking, like,
burial or cremation,

or just plain old
flush down the toilet?

It's a goldfish, and I just...
I don't think it's me.

You know what I mean?
It's just, it's too common.

I need a fish that truly
represents my essence.

What about a
canned sardine?

Smelly, oily, cheap.

See, you say things like that,
and I know you don't mean them.

You're like the girl
in elementary school

that hits you in the arm
because she really likes you.

Oh. You know,
you're right.

Ow.

Hang on a second.

We've got some action.

Kens, Deeks, coming your way.

We're on him.

Copy. We're holding
our position.

Eric, he just put a battery
in his cell.

I see him, but he's bunched up.

He's got to be separated
for me to lock in on him.

Damn.

Lose the signal?

Negative. I still have too many.

He's in a crowd.
It's impossible

for me to isolate him.

One of you needs
to get next to him.

Stop him for a second.

Copy that.

Kens, do the bump.

On it.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

I wasn't looking
where I was going.

I'm sorry.

You should be more careful.
Okay.

Ah, still too
bunched up.

Kensi, you got
to stop him longer.

Actually, you know what?
I'm lost.

I'm looking for a fish store
for my idiot boyfriend because

he is obsessed with fish;
I don't know why.

Um, but it's on
West Third Street,

but we're on
Los Angeles Street.

Got him.

Point me
in the right direction?

No. Sorry.

Jamal Avlurov.

He's 36 years old.

A Chechen National with a degree
in chemical engineering

from Moscow
State University.

He's here
on a work visa for a Russian

agricultural
consortium.

Once we I.D.'d his cell number,
I sent a virus to the phone,

which forwarded
cloned copies of

the most recent calls, texts
and e-mails back to us.

There was e e-mail

written in Chechen, sent
from a secure site in Grozny.

It had a sequence

of alphanumeric codes
hidden within it.

And when, uh, Nell and I put our
awesome code-breaking lips...

heads together...

It was like shooting fish
in a barrel.

Really?

It mentions a
Euroexpress Airways flight

arriving at LAX from London
tomorrow morning.

As well as

a physical description of a man
wearing a red baseball cap.

And there are
three Chechen passengers

on that flight.
The one that

best matches the description
in the e-mail is this one:

Anwar Amurov.

He was born in the U.S.,

but moved back with his family
when he was ten years old.

No record, no Homeland file.

On nobody's radar.

How tall is he?

Just under
six feet.

That'll work.

Work for what exactly,
Mr. Callen?

The red baseball cap.

That's how the driver's
supposed to recognize him.

They sent his description
in the e-mail

'cause they've never
met before.

And if they've never
met before...

They'll be none the wiser
when I show up in his place.

This is a dangerous game,
Mr. Callen.

Isn't it always, Hetty?

They've never
even met this guy.

Well, that's a supposition

It's an informed
supposition.

Look, they're
expecting a guy

in a red hat, five-eleven,
short hair,

who speaks Russian,
and they're gonna get one.

It's called risk assessment.

When the odds are

in favor of an agent getting
killed before he can procure...

This unit goes in anyway.

Look, I appreciate

your protective
instincts, Hetty, but...

I'm not mothering you,
Mr. Callen.

Mr. Amurov is Chechen.

And I'm familiar with most
common Chechen dialects.

You know, we should just move in

and take down this cell
right now.

What about the unseen
contributors you mentioned?

Can you guarantee
this is the only cell?

Of course I can't.

These people are
ruthless, Hetty.

You know what
they're capable of.

Hundreds of innocent lives
could be at stake.

That's Russian,

not Chechen.

Watch your tenses,

Mr. Callen.

All right, earwig and button cam
charged and ready to go.

Okay.

Here we go.

If they're careful
enough to take

the batteries out of
their cell phones...

You're right--
we can't guarantee

you won't be strip-searched.
You're going to need

to figure out a way to get them
to me once I'm inside.

Anything else on Amurov?

Uh, he's
a primary school teacher.

Uh, married...

with a four-year-old
daughter named Anya.

Doesn't seem
to possess any

discernible skills that would
make him a jihad player.

So, why is he here?

Guess we'll find out
soon enough.

Thank you.
Have a nice day.

Thank you.

Bye, now.

We're a go.

♪

He's in there.

English only from now on.

Remember,
you are American.

We are all Americans now,
like everybody else.

Gloria.

She handles
operations and support.

Food, accommodations.

My go-to girl
for whatever it is I need.

Chovka.

Charlie in public.

He takes care of, uh,

delicate matters.

Sometimes unpleasant.

Uh, you've met James.

Masud.

James is a slave name given
to me by my oppressors.

James--

I mean, Masud--

has been with us
only a short time,

but he has proved himself

dedicated
to our cause.

This jihad
is our priority, Anwar.

Takes precedence
over everything.

We cannot afford

to take any risks.

James-- I mean, uh, Masud--

allowed himself
to become distracted.

Focused on himself
rather than our cause.

This... error in judgment
caused us difficulties,

but he delivered you to us,

so his job is done.

And soon...

yours will be as well.

Salaam alaikum.

Wa-alaikum salaam.

Mr. Amurov.

We know
about the cell.

We know about
its location.

We know about the ammonium
nitrate currently being used

to create a weapon
of mass destruction.

We also know that you are here
to participate in a jihad.

You know so much...

yet understand so little.

If you help us,

it will be taken
into consideration

during your trial.

So I will get 40 to life
instead of 50.

I don't know about that,
but if you cooperate,

it might make the
difference in ever seeing

your daughter
and wife again.

So, tell me, Anwar,

will Anya and
Katya understand?

I will see them again.

This I have no doubt.

And when is that?

In the afterlife.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Salaam alaikum...

I'm glad to have
you here, Anwar.

When our jihad
is put in play,

the world will
take notice.

When?

Soon.

When you learn

how to target, you
will be very pleased.

Because the whole world
will know?

Like the Twin Towers?

You ask a lot of
questions, Anwar.

I travelled a great distance
to be part of this.

Anna will be made very
proud of her father.

Anya.

Anya.

Of course.

You've had a long trip;
you must be hungry.

The kitchen's
over there.

Yes. Thank you.

Don't screw this up, Fish Boy.

Hey, man.
Got your pie.

I didn't order a pizza.

You didn't...? Uh...

Is this 810 Commercial Avenue?
Yes.

Well, then somebody
ordered a pizza.

$18.50.

You got the wrong address.

No, no! Listen, listen,
man, I know this is

a crappy job, but it's
the only one I got.

All right?
And if I go back there

with no money and cold
pizza, I'm gonna get fired.

Do you have any idea how hard
it is to get a job right now?

Not my problem.
Well, it's not my problem, either,

so I'll just call my boss,
and then he can call the cops,

and they can figure it out,
'cause I am not gonna get...

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Yeah?

Enjoy your pie.

You're going to
throw away a pizza?

Yes.

Do you know how much
I have dreamed

about American pizza
since I left?

It's all yours.

Thanks.

Sure.

Please...

join me.

I know I shouldn't,
Jamal, but...

maybe just this once?

If you want
to put poison

inside your body, it's not
me you have to answer to.

The Quran says,

"Whoever kills
a person unjustly,

it is as though he has
killed all of mankind""

Yeah. The key word...

is "just."

When you kill in the name
of jihad, you defile Islam.

You quote Quran

and talk of immoral acts,
when, like cowards,

you drop bombs
from the sky in drones.

Is it right...

you bomb us with impunity,
and world gives your president

a peace prize?

Is it right your political
cartoonists make us out

to be clowns, hmm?

And dare to write
the name of the Prophet?

Is it right your authors,
who besmirch the name

of the Prophet--
peace be unto him--

are allowed to spread their
filth in your universities?

This is right?!

I don't care much
about politics.

What I do care
about is stopping

the senseless killing
of people who probably

have nothing to do with
making decisions about drones

or who gets a
Nobel Peace Prize.

I have had enough of this.

I have a right to see a lawyer.

Yes, you do.

You know what?

If the situation
was reversed...

and I was in the custody
of jihadists,

the only right
I would have...

is to have my head severed.

I suppose you
consider that just.

No.

But...

it is a good start.

I haven't had a slice
in a long time.

You converted because of Jamal?

No. No.

Because of Malcolm.

My father tried to get in
my chones when I was 14,

so I ran away.

I got so desperate,

I went down to the track.

I was ready to turn tricks.

Did you go through with it?

No. It rained that night.

I ended up ducking into
my homegirl's house to stay dry.

Malcolm X was playing on cable.

He also ran
the streets,

used drugs.

But when he submitted to Allah,
he was washed clean.

That's all I wanted,
to be washed clean.

And even though
I'm not denying

he was black, it was...

it was like he was
speaking to me.

The movie led you
straight to the mosque?

It did.

And I never looked back.

I felt acceptance and real love.

Jamal told us that...

Gloria.

I have to go.

I was just...

You know better than that.

Huh? Huh?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Go.

Okay, camera's up.

Anwar.

I don't think
he got the earwig.

It's not right
for a woman

to be so close to a man
she's not betrothed to, hmm?

You are right.

I understand.

Come with me, Anwar.

I have something
I want to show you.

Freeze that, Mr. Beale.

Starting facial rec.

I wish it was me.

But someone has
to coordinate.

You are lucky.

I am.

Soon the world will
know your face.

You'll be a hero

to all those who fight and
sacrifice for our cause.

You will be loved.

What's the pen
and paper for?

His martyr letter.

Of explanation
to his family.

Anwar was brought here
to be the suicide bomber.

Mr. Callen is The Chosen One.

Chovka Zelimov--

heavy hitter
from Grozny.

And Gloria Segarra?

She has a file,

but it's all
LAPD-gang-crime related.

Nothing from Homeland
or any connections

to terror networks.

Gloria...

I know you sometimes
may have felt that your jobs

were menial and not
of great importance,

but the time has come

where you must perform

a very... special
task for us.

Anything, Jamal.

Anwar.

Come with me.

That's some kind of map.

That's as clear
as I can get it.

Why is Callen

holding the cam on that?

Let me pull
a frame-grab.

Daily Bobcat.

Braddock University's
student paper.

The map must be

the Braddock campus.

The author, Ephraim Nabeel,
is their target.

During the
interrogation,

Amurov railed against
authors who insult Islam.

Yeah, killing him
and a crowd of hundreds

would be a huge coup
for al-Qaeda.

It's time.

Chovka will drive,

you... will be
in the back.

The vest is
blocking the button-cam.

Mr. Hanna,

one of our jihadists

has just placed
an explosive vest on Mr. Callen.

When the vest detonates,

the ANFO ignites
the ammonium nitrate.

We got to get Callen
out of there.

Got it.
We're on our way.

Van's on the move.

Headed east.

Copy that.

Coming up on Santa Fe.

Let them pass the intersection.

We'll box them in.
I'll take the front.

Got it.

Federal agents!

Sam.

Callen's not in the van.
Neither is the bomb.

Hold on. I just got a report
of a suicide on the 101 freeway.

A woman got out of her car
and shot herself in the head.

The police are

identifying her
as Gloria Segarra.

The 101 is the route

LAPD is using
to escort Ephraim Nabeel

to Braddock University.

Why would she do that?

Maybe she had a change of heart;
she wants to stop

the whole thing
from going down.

I don't think so.

The freeway's shut down.

She shot herself
just past the Santa Fe exit.

That's where all 101 traffic
is now being diverted.

That's the off-ramp.

And that's
our warehouse.

Anyone on
the freeway

will have to drive
right in front of it.

Including...

Mr. Nabeel.

Alert the LAPD

immediately.

Mr. Callen and the bomb

never left the building.

When did you know?

You wrote your letter
with your right hand.

I don't remember much about
Anwar when we were in school,

except that... all
of us left-handers,

were all sat together
on the last row.

How is blowing up
an abandoned warehouse

gonna make
a statement for you?

By killing a heretic
as his motorcade passes.

His police escort

should announce his arrival
very nicely.

The benefits
of independent jihad:

the ability to adapt
very quickly.

Your government sends
a federal agent,

we improvise.

And should we be
denied our prize,

well, we improvise again.

A federal agent...

should make a very nice
consolation prize.

Clear!

- Clear!
- In here!

Sam, the vest!

It's just me.

There's no one in here.

It can't be activated.

This is Jamal's cell phone.

If a call would've been

completed to
the cell on your vest...

...then this would have...

It's nice to see you, too.

- How you doing? You okay?
- Yeah.

I've been better.
Thank you.

Stop!

Don't move.

Looks like you're on
some sort of scale.

It's rigged.

What are we talking?

Sam?

Looks like a pressure switch
wired to some high explosives.

So if he steps
off the scale...

He triggers the charge.

Sam?

Be still.

Be very still, G.

Okay.

Good?

Got it.

We're good.

Thank you.

You ever see the
movie Malcolm X?

Yeah.
It's an amazing film.

His story is what inspired her.

But then they twisted his
message into something that...

made her life more hopeless
than it ever was.

That's how
Islamic terrorists recruit.

They find someone

who's vulnerable...

twist the promise
of the Quran, corrupt it

to fit their needs.
Yeah, but in the end,

Malcolm walked away
from extremism.

Jamal pushed her towards it.

Everyone has a choice, G.

Gloria made the wrong one.

It's not always that simple.

Where's-where's

my-my fish?
Don't look at me.

I didn't touch it.

Guys, there was
an aquarium,

and it had
fish in it.

What's, uh, going on?

Uh, Deeks
can't find his fish.

I can't find my fishies.

What?

So, this aquarium is
like a doppelganger tank.

Each fish represents
one of our team.

Yeah.

Except for me,

that is.

I... Fair enough.

I just haven't found
the right fish

for you yet.

No worries, Mr. Deeks.

Because I took the liberty
of finding one of my own.

A guppy?

Wait-wait, Hetty, actually
there's a problem with

the small fish,
'cause they tend to be eaten

by the bigger ones. You couldn't...
Ah-ah-ah!

You're gonna get
eaten by the...

Why are you staring at me?

Uh...

Get back to work!

All of you!

Well done.

You guys can swim,
but you can't hide.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==