All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles 6x08 The Grey Man

(pans clanging)

MAN:
Wakey, wakey!

Rise and shine.

MAN 1: Who wants
to fight, huh?

Come on, get up.
Pathetic.

You're all pathetic!

Who wants to fight?
How about you?

Come on! Hey, you!

MAN:
Hey, leave us alone!

Get up here, come on!

Pathetic!

Pathetic, pathetic!

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey,
where's the fire, old-timer?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on, man, stick around.

Have ourselves a good
old-fashioned bum fight.

I'm talking to you!

Come on!

Fight me!

Huh? I said, Fi...

(man sobbing)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(breathlessly):
Okay, okay.

(groaning)

(Taser crackling,
man grunting)

♪ NCIS: LA 6x08 ♪
The Grey Man
Original Air Date on November 17, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

SAM:
Yeah. Oh, that's good, baby.

That's really good.

Now, you remember the difference
between obtuse and acute angles?

GIRL: Uh, not really.

Okay, think about it, we
went over this last night.

Now, when something's small
it's cute.

So, an angle that's smaller
than 90 degrees...

GIRL: It's acute.
SAM: There you go.

You're gonna ace this math quiz.
GIRL: Yay!

All right, Daddy's got to go, I lo...
GIRL: Love you, Daddy.

Huh?

I love you.

SAM: I love you, too.
GIRL: Bye, Daddy.

All right, beautiful. Bye-bye.
GIRL: Bye.

Wow, that's, uh...

father-of-the-year
material right there.

CALLEN: You know,
if you're not careful,

she's gonna end up a mathlete
just like her old man.

Junior Math Olympian.

How many times do
I have to tell you that?

Till it stops
being funny.

Which is never.

SAM: Okay, laugh
all you want,

but that's not what makes me
father of the year, this is.

You've put a GPS tracker
on your daughter.

We gave her a cell phone.

Huh.

Isn't she kind of young?

The world's kind
of dangerous.

A cell phone lets me know
where she is at all times,

and she can contact me
in case of emergency.

You know, it's about peace
of mind, simple as that.

All right, you know, as long as
you're not smothering her.

(cell phone buzzes)

I don't smother.

Hey, baby, you okay?
Something wrong?

Hey, Daddy, can we have
spaghetti for dinner tonight?

You want spaghetti
for dinner tonight.

I want spaghetti
for dinner tonight.

GIRL: Yeah, with meatballs.
SAM: With meatballs.

I'm coming over,
I'm bringing Monty.

GIRL: Can you do it?
Sam: Okay, Daddy can do that.

SAM: Daddy will get you some
spaghetti and meatballs.

GIRL: Are you sure?

Daddy can do anything,
Daddy's a superhero.

Thank you, Daddy, I love you!

SAM:
Okay, all right.

I love you, too.

Okay, bye-bye.

Bye!

Well, peace of mind--
spaghetti crisis averted.

You know, she's just
starting, uh...

She just got it,
she's new to it.

In a couple of days,
you know, she'll...

(cell phone buzzes)
Hmm.

Sure she's not smothering
you, Super Daddy?

Baby, I have...

Daddy, listen--
Knock, knock.

Okay, who's there?

Doughnut.

Doughnut who?

Doughnut ask, it's a secret.

Great, look...

You like it?

You have to go to class, and
Daddy has to go back to work.

GIRL: I love you.
SAM: I love you, too.

All right, sweetheart. All right, bye-bye.
GIRL: Bye, Daddy.

Bye.

Doughnut who?
What's the punch line?

(whistling)

Granger danger.

All hands on deck.

DEEKS: Come on,
what's the punch line?

Sam-dog, what's
the punch line?

Don't do this,
don't leave me hanging here.

What's the punch line?

Doughnut ask, it's a secret.

Oh.

(laughs)

Oh, that is...

that's actually pretty funny.

That's a cute joke!

ERIC: Early this morning,
LAPD was alerted to the body

of a homeless John Doe
in a North Hollywood alley.

No I.D., no police record,
and no fingerprints on file.

Well, that rules out
a Marine or Navy vet.

Not exactly, Agent Hanna.

The man's fingerprints
are on file,

(cell phone buzzes) just not in any
law enforcement database.

When LAPD scanned
John Doe's fingerprints,

it triggered
a classified DoD alert.

GRANGER:
His name's Harrison Goodsell.

Marine, member of the CIA
Special Activities Division.

Over the past two decades, he's
worked dozens of classified ops.

Afghanistan, Russia.

Even Iran and North Korea.

The people who worked
with Goodsell

called him The Grey Man.

Wait, what's...
what's "The Grey Man"?

It's a term used in special ops.

A Grey Man is someone
who has the skills

to blend into any environment
and remain unnoticed.

Unknowable.

Best way to avoid confrontation
in hostile territory.

But not 100 percent effective.

M.E. reports that Goodsell
was tortured

before his killers
finished him off.

Cut his throat.

You're worried someone got to
the secrets in Goodsell's head.

Years later, that kind
of Intel could put

American lives at risk.

We should talk to some of his
friends in Special Activities.

I'll handle the
CIA, Agent Callen.

Your team should focus on
the murder investigation.

Sam and I'll check out
the crime scene.

Kensi, Deeks-- get his photo
around to all the shelters,

see if anybody knew him.

Report all
findings to me.

KENSI:
Sir?

Do we know why Goodsell ended
up living on the street?

Well, CIA reports he had
a breakdown last year.

Diagnosed PTSD,

multiple traumatic
brain injuries.

You know how the story goes.

Yeah, yeah.

Let's get moving.

All right,
thanks, Eric.

Keep looking.

Down here.

Thanks.

Goodsell has
no family.

Parents are deceased,
no kids, never married.

Typical Grey Man.

They don't punch out
at the end of the day.

It's not conducive
to starting a family.

You did.
(chuckles)

I'm not a Grey Man.

You, on the other hand...

Have a girlfriend,
have a home.

I'm doing just fine,
thank you.

You're welcome.

Five years ago--
different story.

I put a lot of
work into you, G.

Oh, so what, am I like Charlene,

your, uh, car you used
to restore in your spare time?

I'm saying it's about having
a support system, a safety net.

Grey Man works without them.

When he falls,
he hits the ground hard.

Ends up here.

May I?

Sure.

Lot of stuff here.

Not sure if any
of it's gonna be helpful.

SAM:
Yeah.

No cameras on either end
of the alley.

Or the adjoining streets.

Perfect place for a body dump.

They got a fingerprint

and a downtown area code
for Civic Sushi.

I'll send a copy
of the print to Eric,

see if it matches our Grey Man.

KENSI: Civic Sushi has
four-and-a-half stars on Yelp,

all you can eat
till noon.

You realize that you just
had breakfast in the car, right?

That wasn't breakfast,
that was, uh...

Second breakfast?
Elevenses?

What, bath meal?

Hey, when you've gone days
without eating like I have,

you learn to
appreciate food.

I'm just saying it's kind of
hard to appreciate something

when you devour it.

Literally, I blinked,
and the burrito was gone.

Welcome to Civic Sushi.

Please, have a seat anywhere.

We're actually not eating.

We're just here to ask
some questions to the manager.

I'm the manager.

Hideo.

Great.

In that case, do you
recognize this man?

Yes, he is a customer.

A regular.

He ate here?

That's very charitable of you.

No charity,
he paid like everyone.

Tipped well, too.

I'm sorry,
the homeless man tipped you?

Homeless?

No, he wore a nice suit, tie.

Talked on his phone,
he was a businessman.

Why don't you look
at the picture one more time.

Ah, come, I'll show you.

He's in this photo I
took of DJ Salmon Run.

KZPZ-- best
hip-hop in town.

That's him.

That's Goodsell.

The hell was this guy up to?

ERIC: Using the downtown sushi
place as a starting point,

we scanned traffic cams
within a five block radius.

And in the 72 hours
leading up to his death,

we spotted Goodsell
four times.

All within the vicinity
of Grand Park.

ERIC:
Here he is yesterday,

crossing the street toward
Civic Sushi for a late lunch.

And here he is,
one day earlier,

appearing in two different
areas of Grand Park.

Hmm.
Back to being homeless.

And finally, only six hours
before that...

One block away
from the park.

Again,
in a business suit.

Okay, not to be insensitive,
but Granger did say

that Goodsell suffered multiple
traumatic brain injuries.

I know guys with TBI
who can't tie their shoelaces.

Goodsell looks quick,
purposeful.

He's working an op.

Question is-- for whom?

This area he's covering is full
of government agencies.

You got the DEA, the USCIS.

There's even a
federal courthouse.

He could be working
for a foreign agency.

The sushi manager doesn't know
anything about him?

No, and the shelters we talked
to don't recognize him, either.

But maybe their clients will.

I mean, homeless people don't
like to talk to law enforcement,

but they do talk to each other.

As do the suits
grabbing coffee at the park.

So, maybe
that's our plan.

You go doll up with your
casual business wear,

and I'll get Artie
out of the freezer.

We'll make a day of it.
Oh.

I'm sorry,
who's Artie?

He named his smelly
undercover jacket.

DEEKS: I did.
It's a funny story, actually.

'Cause when
Actually,

we were...
it's not, it's really gross.

So, let's go,
get out of here.

I wore that thing,
it gave me a rash.

That's part of
its authenticity, man.

Where's your dedication
to the art form?

You thinking what
I'm thinking?

I'm trying not
to think about your rash.

CALLEN: If Goodsell didn't
have a breakdown,

then either Granger got
bad information...

Or he lied to us.

Where's Granger?

He went out.

Didn't say where.

Mr. Hanna, your daughter
called me twice this morning.

I told her not to use your number unless
it was an emergency.

Oh, but it was.

She said, um,

Forget the spaghetti.

She'd rather have lasagna
for dinner.

Ouch. I mean,

twice the prep, not to mention
the cook time, of course.

All right, good.

Well, the quicker we solve
this case, the better.

Oh, yes.

The elusive Grey Man.

Unfortunately, Owen has, um,

revoked my access on this case.

Why would he do that?
I think

you'll have to ask him.

I overheard him
say something

about going out to have froyo

with his good friend,
Claude Rains.

"Claude Rains"?

Isn't that the actor from Casablanca?
Yes.

And Notorious
and The Invisible Man

and Mr. Smith Goes
to Washington.

Quite a career
Mr. Rains had.

Hetty?

Pretty sure he's dead.

True.

But that doesn't
necessarily mean

you can't have froyo with him.

♪ ♪

Oh...

Just keep moving, Barnes.

Just pretend
we're still old friends.

We were never
friends, Granger.

You're right. My mistake.

So, this is

about our Grey Man,
isn't it? (grunts)

I want to hear the truth,
Barnes, straight

from your lying mouth.
The truth?

Since when is the CIA in
the truth-telling business?

Fine.

Then we'll just pick up where
we left off in Afghanistan.

No weapons.

No tricks.

Just you and me.

(grunts)

CALLEN:
Ouch!

Believe it or not,
you landed on Robert Ripley.

(grunting)
Get up.

All right, hand him over.

Yeah, how about we make a trade?

That's not how this works.

Today it is.

Him for some answers.

I guess

we're both in the truth-telling
business now, huh, Granger?

Shut up.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Hey.

Hi, sir...

with the bubble wrap?

Sir, I see you're very busy.

I'm just wondering if
you'd seen my buddy?

That's him on the left.

We served together
in Afghanistan.

And he said he was gonna be
living down here.

No?

Okay. You...

Kensilina?

I'm striking out here.

No one remembers Goodsell.

Or they're too, uh...

disturbed or too high
to remember anything.

KENSI: Hey, he left his wallet on the
table and I tried the address,

but he doesn't live there
anymore-- do you know him?

Nah. No.

No? Okay, thank you.
I can't...

Sorry.

Have any luck
down there, Kens?

That would be a negative.

And I'm on my third
cup of coffee.

I'm not sure how much
my bladder can it take anymore.

I could kill
for a cup of coffee right now.

You want to switch me?

And put on that jacket?
No, thank you.

I wouldn't let Artie touch me.

Well, I'll have you know

that you're not really
Artie's type anyway.

I used to be.

What?

What do you mean?

You know, I lived on the street

down here after my dad died?

Um, no.

No, I didn't, uh...

No, I didn't know that.

You're lying to me.

I know Hetty told you.
Hetty?

No, come on.
Hetty didn't tell me anything.

Actually, she specifically said

that she didn't
tell me anything.

You can fool
everyone else, Deeks.

Can't fool me.

So, you want to talk about it?

Not really.

Like it was even me anymore.

Just a...

just a different person.

Well, I wish
I would've known her.

No, you don't.

Excuse me...

sir, I'm looking for somebody...

Uh, it's not gonna...

His name's Paul Barnes, CIA.

He handled Goodsell's
covert ops.

You think he had him killed?

Why?

He led the manhunt
for Jack Simon in Afghanistan.

The White Ghost mission.

Since then,

I've been keeping tabs
on Barnes.

So, when I learned he flew
into town last night,

I started looking
for reasons why.

Friend at the DoD
tipped me off to Goodsell.

And like Simon,
Goodsell's a special operative

who'd gone off the grid.

But he didn't have a breakdown.
No.

That was just the cover story.

Goodsell went AWOL
last November.

The CIA lost him.

That's why you kept Hetty
on the sidelines.

Because of the way she
handled Afghanistan.

I was trying to protect her from
another inter-agency quagmire.

But as usual, she couldn't
resist stirring the pot.

You're too close to this.

Meaning what, Agent Hanna?

Meaning we'll handle
the interrogation.

All right.

Five minutes.

There are a handful
of Grey Men out there.

But none of them were
like Goodsell.

You know, I worked with the guy
for over a decade,

and I couldn't tell you
the first thing about him.

No personal connection.

Makes it easier
to have him killed.

(laughs)
Nicely done.

I like how you turned
that around on me.

The only problem is
I didn't do it.

Although I will admit
that the world is

a safer place with him dead.
CALLEN: All right.

So, if you're not
here for the hit,

why are you here?

Hmm?

Is this a vacation?

(laughs)
Ha-hardly.

I hate Los Angeles.

I hate the people.
I hate the sun.

You know, I got sunburned
so badly in Afghanistan

that I had to be hospitalized.

SAM: Okay, this is
a waste of time.

Let's bring Granger in.

Okay, relax, relax, relax.

Relax.

Let's everybody take
a deep breath.

(exhales)

The reason that I am here
is because yesterday

Goodsell contacted me
through one of his old handles.

You don't believe me,
check my phone.

You try and wipe this...

I know, I know.

You'll let Granger
come in here and kill me.

Believe me, Agent Callen.

I wouldn't give him
the satisfaction.

"Need to meet tomorrow,

"Los Angeles.

You help me, I'm back in."

Goodsell may have been
valuable dead.

But he was much more
valuable alive.

I came here to bring him in.

He also sent you photos.
Who are they?

Uh, the women, I don't know.

Although I wish I did.

The men,
they're from the Peña Cartel.

SAM:
Did Goodsell

operate inside of Mexico?

Mm-mm.

Interact with the cartels?

Never. Never.

But I don't think our Grey Man
died for old secrets.

I think they killed him
for something new.

DEEKS:
Wow, you're, like,

assaulting that burger.

KENSI:
You have no idea.

It's so good.
Yeah, wow.

Go easy.
Mmm.

It looks pretty delicious.
Why?

You hungry?

Yeah, I'm starving.

French...

Oh, you're offering...?

You want me to have...?
Thank you.

French fry.

It's still warm.

Getting free french fries
over here.

Hey, so, I'm looking
for my, uh,

my buddy.

We were in the war together.
This is him. You haven't...?

You haven't seen this guy?
My buddy, have you seen...?

You're not listening to me.

MAN:
Good day, miss.

Oh, that's why you're not...

Good day.
You want me to stand?

Yeah, I'll stand.

What do we, what do we do now? Hats off.
Good day, miss.

Fine weather we're having.

My, don't you look lovely.

You look lovely.

We think you look lovely.

MAN:
We do.

DEEKS:
Wow, dinner and a show.

Well done, old-timer.

You got the world
figured out here, don't you?

Another french fry.
Don't mind if I do.

Deeks, check out the woman
in the red skirt.

DEEKS:
Uh, it's hard not to.

KENSI:
Calm down.

I got pictures from ops
of two women

who might be linked
to the Peña Cartel.

She's one of them.

Wow, yeah. She's a hot tamale.

KENSI:
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

See those guys she's joining?

I was checking them out earlier.

They got badges
and concealed weapons.

They're DEA.

Looks like Goodsell wasn't
the only spy working the area.

KENSI: Want to know
why the Grey Man died?

I say we start with her.

ERIC: We put Goodsell's photos
through facial rec.

We I.D.'d the first woman
as Bonnie Flores.

She has prior run-ins
with LAPD for prostitution.

She's currently
at the Grand Park food court.

Kensi and Deeks
are keeping an eye on her.

What about the second woman?

It's, uh, not a clear shot.

So nothing on facial rec so far.

Any connection to the Peña Cartel?
ERIC: No.

And since
Mexico arrested

Domingo Peña
seven months ago,

the cartel's been
relatively quiet.

Now, Peña's nickname is El Ojo,

or The Eye.

One, because, well,

he wears an eye patch.

Which, for the record,
he didn't even need.

Just thought it
made him look tough.

NELL: And two, because
he has eyes

everywhere in
the Mexican government,

aiding in his drug empire.

The DEA and the U.S. Attorney's
Office have been working

to extradite Peña from Mexico
ever since his arrest.

Kensi said the woman

was talking to DEA agents
and lawyers.

Cartel could be
trying to target

someone involved
in the Peña case,

hoping to sabotage
the extradition6

Classic honey trap.

Espionage
through seduction.

If we warn the DEA,
they may overreact,

tip off the cartel.

Same thing will happen
if we try to arrest

this woman in broad daylight.
Yeah.

We need to bring her in

without disturbing the waters.

Hetty.

HETTY:
Gentlemen.

I may have an idea.

Oh, back in the game.

Owen and I

have, uh, reached
an understanding.

This is one cat

you don't put in a bag.

Meet me in wardrobe.

Okay.

(camera shutter clicks)

Eric, I'm sending you
another photo now.

DEEKS:
All right, Kensilina,

I'm ready.

Ready for what?

My homeless act.

How am I doing? Hit me.

A "B."

A "B"...
All right, I'll take that.

Minus.

B-minus?
Aw, come on!

KENSI:
Come on?

Artie's doing all the work.

You're just, uh...

riding his coattails.

Wow. Riding his coa...
You should be ashamed

for that play on words.

Now there is something
you don't see every day.

What?

Look...

it's under Mexican
jurisdiction.

it's as simple
as that.

There's nothing
simple about it.

He will never make it
to trial in Mexico.

SAM:
You don't know that.

You want
to bet?

Peña will be out on
bail within one week.

SAM:
Look, all I'm saying

is it'll mean something
to the people there.

It's not gonna mean anything

if the guy doesn't
make it to trial!

I'm sorry.

My friend's a little stressed.

My apologies.

CALLEN: I'm not stressed.
Yeah.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry.
Stressed.

Sounds like you two
could use a break.

Oh, you have no idea.

Ooh, taking the bait.

DEEKS:
Wow, that skirt is working.

You should probably
borrow that from her.

(Southern accent):
You'd look real nice.

Finer than a new set
of snow tires.

Stop talking.

DEEKS (Southern):
All right.

Bonnie.
Hi.

I'm an admin assistant
in the IRS office.

How you doing?
Ouch.

I thought we had it tough.

What do you do?

DEA.

Keep that between us.

(giggles)

So are you working on

something secret?

KENSI:
You know what that is?

That's A-plus undercover work.

I'll give 'em that.
That was smooth.

Don't be jealous of
those coats, Artie,

just because they're new
and probably don't smell

like a dead buffalo.

You've got character, all right?

You're pretty. I like you.

You are talking
to your clothing.

You know what?
I stand corrected.

You do belong down here.

SAM:
You know what, you're right.

I do need a break.

Or a drink.

You free?

I might have some free time.

Who's buying?

Uncle Sam, naturally.
(giggles)

I haven't done
anything wrong.

I kept my clothes on
and no money changed hands.

We're not concerned with
your escort work, Bonnie.

It's your tradecraft
that interests us.

My what?

The past few months,

you've targeted DEA agents,

State Department officials,
even a judge's clerk.

You want to tell us why?

Men in high-stress jobs,

little free time...

they make the best clients.

I work where the need
is greatest.

And there's a lot of need there.

In here, too.

You two look like you haven't
had any in awhile.

I think you're confusing horny
with hungry.

We skipped lunch today.

Tried to eat,

couldn't keep anything down.
Yeah.

Not after looking at these.

This is what's left of the women

that work with
the Peña Cartel.

Not much, is there?

SAM:
Look.

You can be tough, Bonnie.

But tough only
gets you so far.

It was a normal job.

I got a call about a man.

A regular.

But when I got there,
it wasn't him.

There were
four of them.

And they made it very clear

that I couldn't say no.

What were your instructions?

They told me
who to target.

Make conversation,
steal documents.

Tablets, cell phones...
anything to do

with the Peña Cartel.
Did they say

what they were going to use
the information for?

SAM:
Bonnie...

Do you know her?

Only by her first name.

What is it?

Monica.

She used to work the park,
like me,

but later she just focused
on one guy.

ERIC:
Kevin Turner.

He's the federal
prosecutor

leading the case
against Domingo Peña.

If the cartel
gets to him,

we can kiss
extradition good-bye.

Now, his office says

he left the courthouse
after lunch,

claiming he had
a family emergency.

Only problem is:
Turner doesn't have any family.

No children, his mom
died last year

and his dad was never
in the picture.

His car is currently parked
outside his home in Hollywood.

(sighs)
Hey, uh...

Kevin, it's Hank from next door.

I got some of your bills
accidentally.

Hey, Kev!

These, uh, these bills
look important.

Like overdue
bills, like,

"they're gonna shut off
your water" kind of bills.

Ooh. Ouch.

Uh, you okay?

Uh, fine.

You have some of my mail?

Yeah.

This got put into my mailbox
by mistake.

Thanks. Um...

it's just the two?

Just the two.

KENSI (over earwig):
Callen and Sam,

I got a guy in the dining room.

Got it.

CALLEN:
I got the second, Sam.

On my mark.

DEEKS: So, listen,
Jeanie was thinking about

having a potluck...

CALLEN:
Now.

Federal agents!

(grunts)

Clear!

DEEKS:
Go ahead, take a seat.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm good.

How did you know?

If the cartel wants to stop
Peña's extradition,

they gotta stop you first.

But it's already happening.

What are you talking about?

We finalized the extradition
days ago.

Peña's on his way to L.A.
as we speak.

We've been looking
at this the wrong way.

They're gonna try to free Peña.

TURNER:
Before I became a prosecutor,

I worked as a lawyer
for the DEA.

I would go on raids with them,

make sure they followed
the rule of law.

Saw a lot of action.

Never thought I'd get
caught up in it like this.

What did they want?

Peña's transport route.

The DEA is
taking him straight

from the airport
to the courthouse

for initial arraignment.

Arraignments have
to be conducted

within 48 hours
of arrests, yeah.

And we didn't
want any delays.

It was all kept hush-hush
to prevent leaks.

Too late for that.

So what did you tell them?
Nothing.

I don't know
the transport route.

I don't even know which airport
he's flying into.

You know her?

Monica Lee.

SAM: You know where
she lives?

CALLEN:
Eric, try Monica Lee.

No, I...

We only went
on a couple of dates.

It was just... harmless fun.

Least I thought it was.

Eric's got an address
for Monica Lee.

Kensi and Deeks
are on their way.

(door opens)

MAN:
Damn it, Turner.

Peña lands in 15 minutes,

and you almost blow
the whole thing

'cause you can't keep it
in your pants.

GRANGER:
This is DEA Agent

Mario Sanchez.

Thank you for all you've done.

We gotta get moving.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Where you going?

I've got to see
this through.

I'm not gonna
let them stop me

through intimidation.

You're still in danger.

SANCHEZ: I can assure you
he'll be safe.

We changed
the transport route

and increased security
around the courthouse.

Nothing's gonna happen
on my watch.

Well, that's funny.
Because this

looks a lot like
you cozying up

to a cartel prostitute.

Well, she didn't get
any Intel from me.

Now if you don't mind,
this is a DEA matter.

What's your rush?

48 hours isn't up.
GRANGER: Tell you what.

You take Turner
to the courthouse.

Sanchez and I are gonna
have a little talk,

if that's all right with you.

NELL:
Yeah, Kens?

Nell, we're at
Monica Lee's place

and so are the police.
She's missing.

Neighbor called it in when
she noticed the door was open.

There are signs of a struggle.

Okay.

I'll scan traffic cams.

Can we narrow down
the time frame at all?

Around 11:00
last night.

All right, so
the good news is

that, uh, LAPD's gonna
let us on the scene.

The bad news is that Monica's
got a seven-year-old daughter.

She's missing, too.

Geez. Nell...

Yeah, I heard, Kens.

I'm searching as fast as I can.

(phone chimes)

Check out this text
my daughter just sent me.

"Hanna FTW".

"Hanna for
the win."

And that is a, uh,
protractor emoji.

That means she aced
her math test.

I know what it says,

but why doesn't
she just say that?

She is, it's just
a different language.

It's not
a different language.

It's laziness.
Speak for yourself.

I'll take Tween
over Tagalog any day.

Eric,
you find Monica?

Uh, still missing,

but I might have
something on Turner.

Now, it could be nothing,
but I kept digging into

his background,
and I realized he's got

a lot in common with Goodsell's
Grey Man pattern.

I mean, both guys

ate at the same
sushi place.

So I did a little more digging.

Turner's mother was living
in Oceanside 33 years ago,

at the same time that Goodsell

was stationed right nearby
at Pendleton.

Now, she died last year.

But when I pulled her will
from the public record,

guess who was named in it.

Goodsell.

She left him
an envelope.

And I don't know what was
in it, but my guess is...

Tell him about their son,

Kevin Turner.

ERIC: A week after
Turner's mother died,

Goodsell went AWOL from the CIA.

HETTY:
He was watching over his son

the entire time.

So, Goodsell's training enabled
him to pick up on the espionage.

But once he saw his son with one
of the women from the cartel,

he got involved.

Broke his cover,
paid with his life.

Turner probably saw
his father every day.

He just didn't know it.

NELL:
Guys?

I have something
you have to see.

Kensi and Deeks just found this
at Monica Lee's house.

Turner said he'd never been
to Monica's place.

That looks like more than
"harmless fun" to me.

Why would a federal prosecutor
lie to us?

The cartel uses Monica
to seduce Turner.

Once she has him hooked,
they take her away.

Then they used her to get
him to finish the job.

But there's no way that Turner
could free Peña all on his own.

But that's not the plan.

I just finished talking
to Agent Sanchez.

He's clean, but the DEA
made a deal with Peña.

In exchange for what?

Peña's gonna give
them the names

of every Mexican official
complicit in the drug trade.

It's the best shot they've ever
had at ending this war.

SAM: So, the cartel
doesn't want their boss freed.

They want him dead.

And Turner's the assassin.

Where are we?

Callen and Sam are
almost at the courthouse.

Agent Sanchez is
already there.

Does he have Turner?

Can't find him, but
Peña's under heavy guard.

NELL:
Guys?

I think I found Monica.

Okay, I spotted this van
near Monica's place last night

around the time
of her abduction.

Now, it's the same van
in Goodsell's photos.

And Kaleidoscope just picked
it up an hour ago parked here.

It's a shut-down restaurant
in North Hollywood.

Peña cartel's had a foothold
there for years.

NELL:
Exactly.

Kensi and Deeks
are in the area.

I'll send them now.

Torres, I need eyes on Turner.

Torres?!

The agent assigned to Turner
has been found unconscious.

His weapon's gone.
Turner know how to use it?

I've been on raids
with him, he's trained. (alarm sounds)

(alarm sounds)

Fire alarm.

It's not a drill.

Agents are reporting smoke
on the second floor.

That's Turner.

What's the protocol
in case of fire?

They're gonna take Peña out the
same way they brought him in--

through the underground
parking garage.

This way.

(tires squeal)

CALLEN:
Federal agents!

SAM: Federal agents.

It's Peña.

It's about damn time.

Where the hell
were you?

Back up!

Put 'em down!

Lower your weapons.

It's not gonna happen, Turner.

I have to do this!

If Peña's not dead in
the next five minutes,

they'll kill
Monica and Amy.

PEÑA:
Gustavo...

that traitor.

He put a hit
on his own compadre.

Kevin...
Don't give him the satisfaction!

We know where they're holding
Monica and Amy,

agents are on
their way now.

There's not
enough time.

Yes, there is.

We saved you,
we can save them.

Put the gun down.

KENSI:
See anything?

I got at least
two guys.

They both have
assault rifles.

I don't see Monica
or her daughter.

But there is
a walk-in cooler.

That's where I'd
keep the hostages.

So, we're outgunned,
we got no backup.

And if Turner
doesn't hear Monica

in the next four minutes,
that means that Peña's dead.

What's the plan here?

Why do I always have
to come up with a plan?

What's your plan?

My plan is to live
long and prosper.

You know what I mean?
To make little baby Deeks,

little ninja assassins
with fantastic hair.

Not likely in this job.

(chuckles)

Deeks, the only reason I didn't
tell you about being homeless...

Really? Is this the best time
to have this conversation?

It was the worst period
of my life.

Made a lot of mistakes.

And I only ever want you
to see the best part of me.

Okay?

Okay.

Just to narrow it down
for me, though,

the best part of you,
is that your ankles?

'Cause you've got
pretty sexy ankles.

I mean, your feet,
they're all right.

Your toes are a little weird,
but the rest...

This is exactly
why I never talk to you.

What?

I think I got a plan.

No one's gonna care

if a cartel boss dies.

CALLEN:
You're right, Kevin.

You're right.

But you know whose death
I care about right now?

Harrison Goodsell.

SAM:
Kevin?

Goodsell is how we got
onto the case.

He saw the cartel abduct Monica.

He tried to warn you,
but they killed him.

What are you talk...?

I've never even
seen this guy.

I know, but he's seen you.

It was your father, Kevin.

He died trying
to protect you.

Whoever he was,

he should have tried harder.

Time's up, I'm sorry.
Shoot him!

TURNER: I have to!
Shoot him!

Kevin, stop it!

I'm not gonna let you do this.

I'm not gonna let you
throw your life away.

So, you know what I'm gonna do?

I'll do it.

You just killed Monica and Amy.

(whistling casually)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Unless, of course,
fried cartel is on the menu.

I'm just kidding.

"Fried cartel."

You look really confused
and idiotic,

so let me walk you
through this.

Last few minutes,

this whole room has
been filling up with gas.

(sniffs) Go ahead,
take a whiff, you smell that?

(sniffing)

Huh? You know
what that is?

(sniffs)
That's gasolina.

So, uh...

...so, firing your weapons is
not the chef's recommendation.

What I would suggest,
in contrast to that,

is you put the weapons down.

Let's turn
ourselves in,

go talk about our feelings,
maybe grab a beer,

figure out why our dads
didn't love us enough.

All these things
can be discussed.

If you put those down,
nice and easy.

See?

That was good, right?

Yeah, now we're talking.

We'll just go home, everybody's
gonna be fine with the...

Okay, really?

With the meat cleaver?

Two on one,
you get a...

cleaver.

And now we're gonna fight
with a... plan B!

(yelps)

Plan B!

KENSI: Deeks!
Plan B!

(explosion)

(grunts)
You okay?

Yeah.

Deeks!

(man yells)

Cooler.

Hey, guys.

How you doing?

No, we're federal agents.

You're safe now.

Let's get you guys
out of here, come on.

CALLEN:
Yeah.

KENSI:
We got Monica.

Kensi, put her on.

Sure.

Monica.

MONICA:
Kevin.

You're okay.

And Amy?

Thank God.

I know, babe.

I-I know everything.

It's gonna be okay.

MONICA:
I love you.

I love...
(phone beeps)

You're, uh, getting
another call.

Hello?

GIRL:
Hey, Uncle Callen.

How's it going?

Hello?

Why is your daughter
calling my phone?

You seem to understand
her so well,

I figured Uncle Callen should
be one of her contacts.

You know, in
case of emergency.

You gonna ignore my daughter?

What if she's in trouble?

Banana Hanna,
everything all right?

Oh, yeah?

I hear you aced your
geometry quiz today.

That's a good job.

Is your dad gonna be home
in time to make lasagna?

Don't you worry about your dad.

He will always be there for you.

The paperwork can wait,
Mr. Callen.

Go home.

Take Joelle
out to dinner.

Uh, she's busy.

She's got her parents in town.

Huh.

I see.

You met them, yet?

Why didn't Goodsell
ever reveal himself?

Not to his own son.

Why didn't
he say anything?

Perhaps he was simply
respecting the mother's wishes.

Or perhaps
he wanted to,

but just didn't know how.

That's the thing
about The Grey Man.

He never reveals
his secrets.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man