All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles 6x15 Forest For The Trees

Must be our guy.

What do you think he wants?

What, he can't just be
a good Samaritan?

Tip about a possible
missing NSA agent

out of the goodness
of his heart?

(chuckles)
Maybe in Kansas.

Never want to meet at
a Starbucks, do they?

No, they don't.

NCIS.

You have some
information for us?

It's a set-up.

(high-pitched tone)

(groans)

(grunting)

♪ ♪

♪ NCIS: LA 6x15 ♪
Forest for the Trees
Original Air Date on February 9, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

This is so good.

Uh, what's the name
of the food truck

that you're having
this religious experience with?

Wholesome Food
for Life On Wheels.

And I-I got to be
completely honest with you.

I feel like eating clean
has changed my life.

You know what I mean?

I'm healthier, I feel better,
I got more energy,

my focus is stronger--

it's-it's like a...
it's like a miracle.

It's a joke is what it is.

And there it is on cue.

Negative Nelly makes
an appearance. Thanks for that.

Negative Nelly?

I just... I don't
understand why you do that.

Do what?

Every time I find something
I'm excited about,

that I'm passionate about,
that's good for me,

you just got to go,
and you got to tear it down.

No, I'm just
saying that because...

And this place is
the healthiest.

It's-it's fresh,
and it's certified organic,

and it's sustainably-farmed,
and it's...

Frozen.

I'm sorry. What did you say?

It's frozen.

I saw them load the truck
at Smart and Final.

No way.
Way.

Kensi Blye guarantee.

Kensi Blye guarantee.

Damn it!

Those con men.

Those conniving, lying...

I paid $18 for this.

I'm not sure I'd be throwing
stones, Mr. Glass Greenhouse.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

That home-cooked Italian meal

you made me last week?

Remember that?
You know, the one

you made sure I knew

you meticulously sourced
and prepped for hours?

That's because
I meticulously sourced it

and prepped it for hours.

Dude, you're a detective.

If you're gonna lie to me,

at least hide
the evidence better.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mamma Guido's Fast Food wrappers
in the trash?

Ha! You dug through my trash.

I was throwing away gum.

You invaded my personal space.

You-you betrayed my trust.

You probably planted it there.
How dare you!

Admit nothing, deny everything
and make counter-accusations.

Nice try. We went to the same
interrogation classes.

Gonna cost me, isn't it?

Mm-hmm, and you'll never
see it coming.

(clears her throat)

Seems like our fellow agents
decided to sleep in today.

Oh, what time is it?

About an hour after
they should have been here.

Wow.
I'll call Callen.

I'll call Sam.

Gone straight to voice mail.

Sam's, too.

Let's check with
Eric and Nell.

I don't have to stress
that Abaq could be

the most important cooperating
witness that we've encountered.

Given that we weren't aware
of an ISIS cell in Los Angeles

until two weeks ago,

your stressing the point
is indeed redundant,

Owen.

Do you have any further
information on this witness?

All we know about
Joseph Abaq is

he's second-generation
Syrian-American.

Born here, no record.

Held minimum-wage jobs
since high school.

So, nothing out of the ordinary?

Not until he started
communicating with Omar Hubarak,

the suspected
head of the cell.

He's been a key player

in various Middle East
Jihadist movements

for the last 15 years.

They think he entered the
country about six months ago.

Web chatter alluded
to his forming a cell.

Just didn't know
where until

a traffic cam caught him on PCH.

With Mr. Abaq.

Is the team prepped?

Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna will be
backup when you meet with Abaq

this afternoon.

What about Kensi and Deeks?

Ms. Blye as a waitress,
Mr. Deeks in the kitchen.

Deeks is cooking?

Well, it's a Mexican
restaurant, Owen.

It's not, uh,
the French Laundry.

Besides, I don't think you give
Mr. Deeks enough credit.

His Swedish nachos

were the hit
of the holiday party.

I didn't get my invitation.

(footsteps approaching)

I take it this isn't good.

Callen and and Sam haven't
shown up for work yet.

DEEKS: Their, uh, cells are
going straight to voicemail,

and they're not
responding to texts.

They were following
up on a tip

about a possible
missing NSA analyst.

Worst of all,
their GPS trackers

have been shut off.

(squeaking)

(groans quietly)

(groans)

(grunts softly)

You okay?

It depends
on your definition of "okay."

(groans, sighs)

(groans)

Where are we?

CALLEN: Looks like a machinery
room or something.

(groans)

A flashbang,
some smoke grenade.

And tranquilizer darts
to knock us out.

(banging)

Solid steel.

(grunts quietly)

Looks like they welded
metal plates over the windows.

Whoever put us in here went
through a lot of trouble

to make sure we didn't get out.

(fan whirring)

Fresh air.

At least they're trying
to keep us alive.

Until they start
pumping something else in here.

When was the last time
anyone spoke with them?

ERIC:
Well,

we were the last ones
to leave yesterday.

Yeah.

Um, Sam said he
was headed home

to watch a documentary
about Buzkashi,

the national sport
of Afghanistan.

At which point Callen
made a snarky comment

about knowing what to
get him for his birthday.

So, nothing unusual.

No, nothing, uh, revelatory
about the conversation.

I mean, about
the situation, that is.

For me, myself,
I was amazed to learn

that Buzkashi is actually
almost exactly like polo,

except for,
instead of a ball,

the players drag

the decapitated corpse of a goat
across the goal line to score.

(clears throat)
ERIC: I mean, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to make light
of the situation-- it's just,

I'm a little worried.

So, what do we know
about the NSA tip

that they were following up on?

Well, it's pretty vague.

We received
an anonymous phone call

early this morning
regarding the possible

disappearance
of an analyst.

ERIC:
They were supposed to meet

the anonymous tipster here

at a dirt road off
Bouquet Canyon in Santa Clarita.

NELL: Which is where the last
readable GPS signal puts them.

Where did the anonymous
phone call come from?

A burn phone.

Yeah, I'm guessing
we don't have

a lot of video support out there
in Hooterville, either.

Nearest security or traffic cams
are at least three miles out.

Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye,
I think you know your brief.

Yeah.
Yeah.

(sighs)

You think there really was
a missing NSA analyst,

or it was just a lure?

I have no idea.

You piss anyone off recently?

(chuckles)
Just Michelle.

Oh, yeah?
What was it this time--

the garbage or the dishes?

It doesn't matter.

I don't think
she's the one who kidnapped us.

I don't know
about that, Sam.

You said yourself, she's
been known overreact once in a while.

You finished being ridiculous?

I could be.

Take a look at this.

Access panel.

Nice flat heads, look new.

Yeah.

We need something metal
with a flat edge,

to use as a screwdriver.

CALLEN:
Tool bag.

(grunting with effort)

It's a good thing one of us
isn't into pumping iron.

(grunting)

It's a good thing
one of us

is into pumping iron.

Got it?

(grunts)
Now I do.

Here.

Give me that...

(grunts)

(grunts)

Looks like a tunnel
of some sort.

Tunnel?

Yeah.

(grunts)

It was probably used
to transport material in

from the outside.

You all right?

Let's just
keep moving.

This kind of reminds me
of that Steve McQueen movie,

The Great Escape.

Is that your idea of
making me feel better?

I'm just saying,
in the end, they all m...

they all made it
to freedom.

Not before Charles Bronson
had a panic attack

when the tunnel caved in.

Let's forget that part.

Let's just change the subject.
All right.

Why don't you tell me what
you want for your birthday, huh?

To get the hell out of this tunnel.
All right. We can do that.

How 'bout we just
not talk. At all.

We can do that, too. Okay.
(sighs)

(grunts)

Piece of wood.

Looks like that's
just wedged in there.

(groans)

Looks like it's screwed
into the wall from the inside.

So that's good.

Yeah. Give me the screwdriver.

Come on.

You didn't bring the screwdriver.
How was I supposed to know

we were gonna need
the screwdriver again?

It's called thinking ahead.
That's what we do.

You could've brought
the screwdriver.

You had it last.

Would you like to go get
the screwdriver?

No.
Would you like me to get it?

Yes.

Are you irritated?
A little.

But mostly I want you to just
get the damn screwdriver.

I'm gonna get the screwdriver.

(car doors shut)

Clear.

Yeah.

Fresh tire tracks.

Looks like the only ones around.

They look big.

Maybe a pickup truck, SUV...

There's no signs
of a struggle.

Car wasn't tossed.

It's also a big wide open space.

No chance for surprises.

So maybe we're talking
about numbers.

I'll keep looking.
Yeah.

NELL:
Hey, Kens.

Hey, Nell, I just sent you
a photo of tire tracks.

See if you can narrow down
the make and model.

On it.

Thank you.
Kensilina.

Yes.

I got some good news
and some bad news.

Smoke grenade.

Let's keep searching.

(sighs)

Hey.

What's that?

I got a tranquilizer dart.

And a flashbang fuse.

(grunts)

All right.

Flashbang, smoke, ketamine.

That's how they took 'em out.

So they just wanted 'em
incapacitated.

"Just"?

It's better
than finding bloodstains.

There was evidence
of a flashbang

and a ketamine dart

at Sam and Callen's
last location.

Any chance someone saw something?
The area

is isolated.

Which I'm sure
is why it was chosen

as the meeting point.

It's also one hell
of a coincidence

on the day of a crucial op

with our first ISIS informant,
you know?

I agree. The timing raises
at least a yellow flag.

I've reached out to NSA
regarding their missing analyst.

See if they've heard any chatter
on the Jihadist Web sites

about Hubarak or Abaq.

Ahead of you, Owen.

You always are, Henrietta.

Listen, I'm as concerned
about them as you are.

But this meeting with Abaq
must go on as planned.

Understood.

(grunts)
And we're out.

What'd I tell you?

Just like The Great Escape.

Did you even
watch that movie?

Half of the guys got shot after
they got out of the tunnel.

Well, the other half
made it.

Guess I'm a bright-side
kind of guy.

Don't see any
security cams.

There weren't any
inside either.

Where are we?

It's the wrong topography
to be...

Angeles Crest or La Cañada.

Definitely not
Central Los Angeles.

There'd be houses on those hills.
Deep

in Topanga? Malibu, maybe?

Santa Clarita Valley?

So who the hell's
behind this, huh?

What do they want?

Could be as simple as payback
from someone we busted.

It feels bigger than that.

The way they took us out.

Well planned, well executed.

That room they
kept us in.

Spent a lot
of time and money.

And then there's this.

What is that,
eight feet high?

No barbed wire.

It's almost too easy.

Because it is.

Plan B?

MAN:
Stop!

One more step
and you're a dead man.

Your leg is brushing up
against a fishing line.

You see it?

It's
a trip wire.

SAM: He's right, G.
Don't move.

Not moving.

I saw one like it
back there.

It's attached to a spring-loaded
device that releases a board

embedded with nails in it,
striking chest high.

Into the heart.

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I'm all ears.

On the count
of three,

you're gonna drop to the ground
as fast as you can.

I can do fast.

You ready?

One, two...

Thanks.

Who are you?

Martin Samir, NSA.
Whoa!

Don't move.

Don't move.

Who are you guys?

Agents Hanna and Callen, NCIS.

It's a hell of a way
to say hello.

Insurgent analyst for ten years.
You know what to look for.

Thank you.

No problem.

We got a tip this morning

about a missing NSA analyst.

Guess that's me.

It was a setup to kidnap us.

They grabbed me near the office
this morning.

Went out for a Starbucks.

Any surveillance?
Traffic cams? Anything?

I doubt it.
It was a side street.

They must have been tailing me.

When you left NSA,

where'd you exit
the garage from?

The main exit on Wilshire,

drove towards Western.

Traffic cams on Wilshire
probably picked 'em up.

What's with the cuffs?

I-I woke up out here,
cuffed to a metal pipe.

Took a while,
but I managed to get free.

You guys?

Locked room. Found a way out.

They probably didn't want us
talking to each other.

You have any idea
who "they" are?

I heard a little chatter
before I passed out.

Pretty sure it's ISIS.

Omar Hubarak?

And Joseph Abaq.

What do you people know
about Abaq?

We've been trying to track him
for the past few months.

As far as we can tell,
he's an associate

of the cell
that Hubarak leads, here in L.A.

There's rumors he's a traitor,
feeding Intel to the Feds.

SAM:
Rumors?

Unsubstantiated.

We don't believe it.

We think Hubarak has
something big planned,

to make a statement,
and it involves Abaq.

But we're not
sure what it is.

Another fine mess, G.

Let's see if we can find a break
in the fence somewhere.

NELL (sighs): Well...
the tires are a no-brainer.

They're on several Ford trucks

from 1990 to 2006.

And how many trucks
is that total?

Oh, just
a few thousand

in the L.A. area alone.
Great.

ERIC:
On the better news side,

your flashbang
and smoke grenade

were part of a cache of
weapons and equipment

from a National Guard

transport truck
hijacked last month.

That's a bold move.
It's a big payoff.

ERIC: LAPD has two suspects
from Armenian Power in custody.

ATF narrowed the list
of potential buyers.

Uh, number one candidate
is a low-level arms dealer,

one Oscar Willits.

Okay, so Willits
is the middleman.

He's legitimately incorporated
as Oscar Willits Limited,

a business management
consulting firm.

Oh, you're kidding me--
that's his cover?

Yep.

And that's his office.

DEEKS: Wow. That's
the very definition

of "limited."

And it's in Santa Clarita,
three miles from where

Callen and Sam were taken.

DEEKS: So who's
his clients,

rattlesnakes and the whole cast
of Honey Boo Boo?

NSA has just confirmed
they have a missing analyst.

Martin Samir.

Ms. Blye, Mr. Deeks,

I suggest you go and get
some management advice,

ASAP.

(groans)
Never hurts.

Abaq is meeting with our
assistant director at 3:00.

Lucy's El Adobe.

It's got to be a setup.

Killing him would make
for a public relations coup.

We need to find a way
to get in touch with Granger.

(knocking)

It's locked.

Over there.

Well, no way
he doesn't see us coming.

Mm.

I just got my
car washed.

Now I'm gonna have
to barrel it across a dirt road and...

This is your clever way of saying that
I'll be the one heading him off on foot?

I think Mama Guido said it best.

Huh. Touché.
(laughs)

Hey, Mr. Willits.
What do you want?

I just came to get some advice
about my business.

You'll have to make
an appointment.

Make an appointment?
I just drove all the way out here.

We can't talk now?
It's not gonna take that long.

Go away.

Here's the deal--
I do import-export, mostly okra,

but I'm trying to get into
more high-end vegetables,

like kumquats
and fiddleheads.

DEEKS:
Don't... Federal agents!

Freeze!

No, n-not in
the water.

That looks incredibly cold.

(grunts)

Aah! Oh, God, that's cold!

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

What-what is your plan here,

that I'm gonna slip
and knock myself unconscious?

Kensi, shoot him.

Willits!

(grunts)

Get up.

Done?
KENSI: Federal agents.

Stop struggling, Willits.

(grunting)

It's over, man.

Just for the record...

you licked that Mama
Guido plate clean.

We'll give you
our full cooperation

so we can work together
and find our people.

HETTY:
Thank you.

You find anything?

Mr. Samir never showed up
for work this morning.

An NSA team swept
his apartment

and found signs
of a struggle.

(sighs) So what's
our next move?

That was gonna be
my question to you.

If you guys don't mind,
uh, nature calls.

♪ ♪

SAM:
Samir!

Yeah. I'm a little
preoccupied here.

Talked it over
with my partner.

We think the best plan

is to break back
into the building,

find ourselves a way
to cut the power to the fence.

All right.

Ready to roll?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

I already told you,

I'm a business management
consultant.

Hmm. Well,
putting aside the fact

you're operating your business
out in Green Acres,

not a lot of consultants
run away from potential clients.

Especially
through a lake.

I'm always wary of strangers.

It's one of the many
pearls or wisdom

I like to pass on to the people
I do business with.

Oh, especially the ones that
you sell stolen explosives and weapons to.

That's not true.

Isn't it?

Look, I know I don't look
like your everyday consultant.

That's what makes me unique.
DEEKS: No, no, what makes you unique,

Oscar, is the, uh, dozen AR-15s,
5,000 rounds of ammo,

and another dozen
stolen flashbang grenades

that were found in a shed next
to your corporate headquarters.

Not a lot of that
happening at AIG.

Explosives that were used in
the abduction of two Federal agents.

I have no idea
how those got there.

DEEKS: Hm. You know what,
despite the fact that

our partners could be
in serious trouble because of you,

it is... it is a new year.

Know what I mean?
And I am a...

firm believer that everyone
deserves a fresh start.

He gets like this
sometimes.

DEEKS:
I have an inkling

just to let you go.

Know what I mean?

Just avoid that pesky
30 years in prison.

You do?

Yeah. Drop you off at the corner
of Florence and Inglewood...

while a major drug bust is
going down, pat you on the back

and say, "Thanks for all your help."
That should be enough

to get the attention of
the local Neighborhood Watch,

don't you think?

Well, we can't forget
the $200 informant fee

Right.
that we would count out slowly

in front of the MS-13
youth league.

That's if
you're a fan

of fresh starts.

Are you, Oscar?

But if not, you
should probably

go ahead and drop
one of those little, uh...

pearls of wisdom on us
and let us know who it is

you sold those stolen
flashbang grenades to.

That would work, too.

Check out the windows on
the front half of the building.

It doesn't look like
they're covered with anything.

Must be a
separate room.

That's probably where
our guys set up shop.

They could still be in there.

If they are,
they're gonna be armed.

You up for this?

I may be an analyst,
but I can handle myself.

We use that smaller building
as cover.

Make it harder for them
to see us coming.

We get closer,
we'll decide the best way in.

We'll take the lead on this.

You stick close.

Got it.

Anything?

I think we found the truck
that matches the description

that Oscar Willits
gave you.

Dually crew cab,
wood rack, brush guard,

white paint scrapes on
the right front fender.

Zoom in on the cab.

Yeah.

Can you get closer to the passenger?
Mm-hmm.

Can you clean that up?

Sure.

There it is.

Tranq gun.
DEEKS: When and where?

Half an hour
before Callen and Sam

were supposed
to meet their tip guy,

five miles from the meeting spot.
We already called it in

to the Highway Patrol.
Now we're going through

traffic-cam footage
to see if we can

find a more
recent hit.

(beeping)

Oh. Got it.

This is 45 minutes ago, off Old Topanga.
DEEKS: Nice.

Perfect. Let's go.

Where are you going?
Eric got a hit

on the kidnappers' truck.
We have an op

in 45 minutes.
Yeah, what we have

is Callen and Sam
in trouble.

I'll assign another team
to the truck lead.

Another tea...
No, with all due respect, sir...

Listen to me.

This has nothing to do
with respect.

I know what you're feeling
about Callen and Sam.

Whether you want to believe it
or not, I feel the same way.

But this is a chance

to take down the only known

ISIS cell in the country,

and you're prepped for the op.

I need you.

♪ ♪

We need to break it
fast and get in.

I told you,
we'll take point on this.

(grunts)

He's been in there
too long.

All clear.

We've got to find those phones.

Circuit breaker.

That should cut the power
to the fence.

(man groans in distance)

Find the phones.

(man groans in distance)

Who are you?

(gasping)

Martin Samir, NSA.

♪ ♪

(clears throat)

Everything okay?

Your cook sucks.

Noted.

(bell dings)
Oh, chef.

Oh, waitress.

Good thing there's only
three other customers in here.

Mm.

Apparently with
very low standards.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going make you
some homemade alphabet soup

so you can eat your words
when you taste my real cooking.

Good to see you, Mr. Abaq.

Drop it.

(gunfire continues)

FAKE SAMIR:
You're too late!

You gave me the meeting place!

I sent word to my people!

Soon your assistant director

and the traitor Abaq
will be dead!

ABAQ:
Thank you.

(beeps)

Shall we get started?

You're sure we're safe here?

I assure you,
you're in no danger.

The cell has ten core members

plus associates.

(tires screeching)
Almost all Syrian and Iraqi.

Most were born here.

(gun clicking)

(guns clicking)

Get back!

Afraid I got some bad news
for you.

We knew you weren't real
ten minutes after we met you.

Location I gave you for
the Abaq meeting was wrong.

I informed NCIS.

Your buddies from ISIS

are about to get surrounded
by an army of Feds.

(tires screeching) Federal agents!
Drop your weapons!

(grunts)

(grunts)

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(grunts)

I said halt!
Clear!

All clear!

Well, that's

six less ISIS cell members
we have to worry about.

I just hope that

Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna
have a plan

to save themselves.

He's running!

Here.

There he is.

CALLEN:
We're not going to catch him.

We don't have to.

(screams)

(camera clicks)

ERIC:
His name is Jamal Nezi.

An active jihadist for al-Qaeda

until their organization
started to unravel.

When ISIS reinvigorated
the jihadist movement,

it provided a new
opportunity for Nezi.

According to intelligence
reports, the ISIS cell in L.A.

suspected Abaq
of talking to NCIS.

But Mr. Abaq was in the
proverbial wind by that point.

Okay, so they hatched up a plan.

They kidnap Callen
and Sam and...

make them think an NSA agent
is a fellow captive?

Hoping that they'll give up
Intel freely on Abaq.

But they didn't count on Sam's
knowledge of the NSA building.

KENSI:
Yes!

SAM:
Yeah.

It's good to have you two back.

Oh, it is good to be back.

Ooh, speaking of which,
I have a... I have a surprise.

KENSI:
Um...

so what tipped you off?
SAM: Ah.

A couple of weeks ago,
I was at the NSA.

They're doing construction
on the garage.

The Wilshire exit will be
blocked for the next six weeks.

Nezi told us that he exited
the garage on Wilshire

before he was taken.

Sam knew his cover was bogus.

When I broke into the building,
I was able to find

our weapons and my cell phone,
so I texted Ops

the location
of the phony meeting

that we told Nezi about.

Which reminds me. Uh...

"Another fine mess"?

Think maybe we could come up
with a watchword

a little hipper
than Laurel and Hardy?

I love Laurel and Hardy.

The big guy's smart.

I'm with him--
I love Laurel and Hardy.

The perfect thing to celebrate
your safe homecoming,

my famous Swedish nachos.

Go ahead, dig in.
Just take a...

Oh, I'm...
Take a little bit.

They're, uh, they're gluten free.
Oh, not right now.

Just...
ERIC: Thanks, but no.

Um, when, um...
Do you...?

So, when we
said that we...

liked them, we actually

meant... we were...

You were just being polite?
Yeah.

NELL:
Well... you worked so hard

and, you know,
it was Christmas.

Sorry.
And this is coming out now?

What's up, Granger?

Wait a minute.

Swedish nachos, right?

Yeah.
Nacho meatballs?

Yeah.

GRANGER: I missed this
the first time around,

I'm not missing it
this time.

I'm going to try one right now.
Get in there.

(chuckling) Uh...
Mm, mm!

That's pretty good.

Thank you. It's good.

Finally, someone with a palate.

(laughing)

What?

Nothing.

In fact, it makes perfect sense.