All language subtitles for NCIS.Los.Angeles.S07E14

GRANGER: Let us know
when you have a positive ID

on the White Ghost.

Yeah, I see him.
Take the shot, Agent Blye.

(men shouting)

We have a situation.
Blye's missing.

HETTY:
They were engaged ten years ago.

And I sent Kensi

to be his executioner.

And your wife?

She was killed
in a drone strike.

I just want to find
my partner and go home.

Give me a name!

I'm really glad you're alive.

(gunshots)

(tires screech)

You told me you were in trouble.

Looks to me like you
brought it with you.

♪ NCIS: LA 7x14 ♪
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Original Air Date on January 25, 2016

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I saw that.

Saw what?

You looked at what
I was writing.

Did not.

How you know what I'm writing
isn't classified?

Since when is your grocery list
classified, huh?

Don't try to guess, G.

DEEKS:
Morning!

Morning.
Morning.

Go ahead.
(whispering)

Now is the time.
Please.

(stammers) Guess what.

According to Sam,
I'm not allowed to.

Just tell them.
No, no. You can have the honors.

Go for it.
Okay, fine, we're moving in together.

In fact, I'm moving
in with Deeks.

This is true. What she's saying
is her words that are truth.

That's great.

"Great."

Seriously, that's
all you have to say?

"That's great"?

You, you don't have
anything to say?

I thought you already
were living together.

ERIC:
You guys, congratulations!

Oh, my gosh, this is so great.

When's the big occasion?

Well, not that big occasion.
You know,

could be a little premature.

Not that I don't believe in you.

It's tonight. It's tonight.

And I'm very excited.
Yep.

That's so cool.
Congrats, guys.

KENSI: Thank you.
Your enthusiasm

means a lot to me.
Us.

ERIC: Aw, yeah, yeah.
(chuckles)

Are you guys
gonna get a puppy?

A little sibling for Monty.

They'd be so cute.
Oh. No.

We weren't gonna get a puppy.
Baby steps.

We're just gonna
move in together.

No big deal.

Puppies are a big deal.
(clears throat)

Well, uh, the final destination
is, uh, Hetty's office.

That's a...

puppy-free zone.

HETTY:
Don't lose this,

Mr. Deeks.

These, uh, the keys
to the Shelby Cobra?

You wish.
You and Kensi

are now on protection detail.

(phones chime)
That's Eric sending you

the address
to one of my residences.

Great. Who are we protecting?

Time's wasting. Go.

You'll be relieving
a very tired NCIS agent

already on duty.

Cryptic.

Okay.

Ms. Jones.
Yes. Late last night,

cameras caught this car fleeing
a downtown shootout.

SAM: That looks like
a home security system.

And a good one.
Oh, it is.

I bought that building

earlier this year.

Did you say
you bought the building?

A modest building,

Mr. Hanna.

Henrietta Lange, slumlord.

One of my contacts
was on his way

to see me last night,
but the man in that car

tried to kill him.

The driver aborted the attack

after an unidentified shooter
shot out the windshield.

My contact was
to meet a man

named Sy Riggs.

When Mr. Riggs didn't show up,

my contact called me, worried,

and I told him to come meet me.

NELL:
Sy Riggs works out

of an LA field office
for a division

of Immigration
Customs Enforcement.

He was recently sent
to Afghanistan

to catalogue antiquities sites.

According to Intel
I've received,

Mr. Riggs is very motivated

to sell this information
to the highest bidder.

Homeland Security
believes that

should terror groups get
their hands on this list

of sites,
they could potentially

loot the artifacts and then
sell them on the black market

to raise funds for operations.

CALLEN:
Well, digging this stuff up

would be better
than blowing it up,

but either way
it would be a huge loss

to history and culture.

I'll say.
SAM: Where's Riggs now?

We don't know.
He flew into LA

late last week
on a flight from Kabul,

hasn't been seen since.

Cell phone?
Turned off.

What about the shooter's car?
Registered

to a Mabel Perkins
of Garden Grove,

82 years old.

Kaleidoscope tracked the car
to a nearby warehouse.

Ms. Jones,

you and Mr. Beale
need to figure out

which antiquities dealers
would be interested

in buying this list.

Will do.

Thank you.

And you're still here.

CALLEN:
You still haven't told us

who your contact is.

Right.

Does she know?

No, but she's about to find out.

Wow.

Hetty has a knack
for old buildings, evidently.

I got to be honest,
not what I had in mind.

KENSI: Four apartments
per floor, three stories.

Looks pretty empty to me.

Smells empty. Hetty's
probably its sole occupant.

She's probably
thinking of flipping it.

You should help her.

Go into business with Hetty?

(chuckles) Are you serious?

You're the flipping expert.
Why not?

First thing I'd do is
lose these light fixtures,

adios to this wallpaper,
cover that conduit,

put in some crown molding.

See this linoleum floor?

That's gone,
because it's not 1971.

Just spitballing here.

MAN:
Who is it?

Hetty sent us.

You guys took your time.

Come in.

Wow.

Yeah. Did not see this coming.

I'm beat.
Been here all night.

I've been there.
Where's our protectee?

Bedroom.

Not much of a talker.

All right, we'll take it
from here. Go get some sleep.

Anything for Ms. Lange.

Thanks.

(door shuts)

What do you think?

(whistles, chuckles)

JACK:
Hello, Kensi.

Deeks.

Jack?

(engine shuts off)

Shooter's car

should be in there.

Mabel Perkins, 82 years old.

The name Mabel doesn't exactly
sound threatening to me.

Neither does
the name Henrietta.

You have a point.

Why does Hetty always do that?

You mean withholding
stuff from the team?

She could've told Kensi and
Deeks who they're protecting.

Maybe it was classified.

I didn't say it was classified.

I said it was personal.
Hetty's contact

was personal.

Mine wasn't work-related.

Eh, it kind of was.

Oh, so you did read it.
I only saw one name.

I promise.
Doesn't matter.

You won't be able to figure out
what I was working on anyway.

Name was Elwain Spencer.

Let's see. Spencer worked
on a DoD contracting case

for us about two years ago.

He's a robotics expert for
the Under Secretary of Defense.

He's about your age.

Robotics, engineering.

I'm gonna guess he likes math.

He's one of
your mathlete buddies, isn't he?

You were planning
a mathlete reunion.

I'm right, aren't I?

(laughs) I am so right!

You got lucky.

Uh-huh.

I got lucky twice.

Look at that.

(drill whirring)

(chuckles)

Someone's gonna have to tell
Mabel she needs a new car.

Coming into my house uninvited?

That's just plain rude.

Get out.

Or you'll regret it.

Not till you tell us
where you got this car.

(chuckles)

Listen, Junior,

we're not interested
in your business here.

We're only interested
in that car

and whatever you found
inside of it. All right?

Rude and demanding.

I don't think you realize

what you've stepped into.

A chop shop, maybe?

Or who you're up against.

(whirring)

(grunting)

(whirring)

(whirring slows)

Federal agents,

Junior.

Hey.

Hey, why didn't you say so?

I didn't know, okay?

We're cool, right?

Uh, one of my guys found the car
abandoned this morning.

Abandoned?

Well, you know,

unlocked.

So he brought it here.

Uh-huh.

Uh, wait. Here. Um...

everything from the car

is in this bag.

Uh...

you're not gonna
arrest us, right?

Only if you're still
here in ten seconds.

Uh, come on, guys.

Come on, man. (grunts)

(door opens)

Hetty didn't tell us.

Thought there was a good
chance she'd send you guys.

So are you allowed to tell us
what this is all about or...

Six months ago, I was approached
by the State Department.

They heard about me
when Hetty appeared

before
the congressional hearing.

I ended up acting as a guide
for this guy, Sy Riggs.

I took him all over the province
where I live in Afghanistan.

He was cataloging
historic sites.

That's what he said, anyway.

You didn't trust him?

Uh, he kept a lot of stuff
from the security detail.

The people we met,
things like that.

Then I discovered
he was keeping a separate list

of places and contacts.

I realized there were two lists,

one for the State Department,
one for him.

So I contacted Hetty.

She flew me out to debrief me.

(sighs)
Someone tried to kill me

when I went to meet her.

You think Riggs found out
you were in town?

Looks that way.

And here we are.

I wonder if Hetty has
anything to nosh on.

You know?

I think I'm about to get hungry.

I'm gonna take a look.

You look a lot better than
you did the last time I saw you.

Bruises and shackles
aren't really my thing, so...

You okay?

Any nightmares?

Not as many as before. You?

Every night.

DEEKS:
So...

Hetty's got the TV,
and I got the popcorn.

We're on the clock.

That is Hetty's popcorn,
that is Hetty's TV,

and this...

this is quite clearly
Hetty's... desk.

Yeah, but here's the deal--
Jack's not on the clock,

maybe Jack wants to, you know,
watch a movie, eat some popcorn.

Uh, no, thank you.

Uh, the quiet is nice.

Well, I'm gonna contact Nell

and find out
what she has on Riggs.

Now Kensi's in case mode.

(chuckles): There's not gonna be
a lot of quiet.

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Are you sure you weren't the one
that tried to poison me?

(chuckles)

When I was a girl,

an old Romany woman

taught me how to muddle
cypress and lavender.

It's for the relief of stress.

Sounds like a messy case, huh?

It's too early in the day
for scotch.

Listen, I know

that what happened
in Afghanistan

may have complicated
your relationship with Jack.

Well, we saved his life.

After he was targeted
by the CIA.

You need to debrief Jack,

find out everything he knows.

So you're giving
the orders today?

The important ones.

Oh, listen-- make sure

they take good care of my stuff.

You know what's weird?

One day hard drives

and SIM cards
will be antiquities.

Archaeologists
will dig 'em up,

download the data
of ancient societies.

Hmm. Kind of like
a computer science version

of Indiana Jones.
Ooh.

But he'd still wear a fedora
and carry a bullwhip.

Definitely.

You know what?

My history professor

used to call me Indiana Jones.

Hmm.

I was
Nell "Indiana Jones" Jones.

I could see you

rocking a fedora.

But you'd still need a bullwhip.

Watch it.

What? No, no,
because you'd be, like...

dressed up like Indiana Jones.

No, I know,

I like it.

ERIC: Callen.
Bring us some takeout?

Evidence from the chop shop.
Sam's making some calls.

I thought we could try
and figure this out.

Hmm.

Let's see.

Ah.

Receipt from a parking garage
on Figueroa.

Here's a donut wrapper.

A flyer for
a burlesque show.

If we triangulate
the three pieces of evidence

and put them on a map
like so...

Oh. The Pod Inn.

The driver who shot
at Jack must have stayed

at the Pod Inn on 3rd Street.

I know this, because the Pod Inn
is part of a national chain

that only sells
this type of donuts

in their vending machine.

Wow. You really are
Indiana Jones.

Well, my friends and I stayed

at a lot of those motels
one summer.

We would have parties,

and then buy a bunch of donuts
from the vending machines.

Sounds to me like
someone spent a summer

following a band around.

Send me the address.

(imitates whip cracking)

(beeping)
(sighs)

Can't get through.

You calling home?
Yeah.

DEEKS: You know,
our ops team's

got a pretty powerful telecom.

I could see
if they could help out.

(clears throat):
No, that's okay.

I'll, uh, I'll try again later.

Sat phone coverage
gets kind of flaky

in my village sometimes.

Just want to check
on my wife and kids.

You're remarried?

I didn't know.

Last year.

Oh.

Uh, what's her...
what's her name?

Laila.

That's a beautiful name.

She's a good woman.

You'd like her.

(phone rings)

Nell, uh, said that
Riggs's phone is still off.

Callen and Sam
are headed to a motel

with a lead on the shooter.

How do we know you're not
just back there playing Tetris?

Really?

(laughs softly)
When I was home on furlough,

Kensi and I
would play Tetris

and eat burritos
one night a week.

Called it Tetritos Night.

DEEKS:
Huh. That's funny.

We call that a Wednesday night.

(knocking)

Bedroom.

(groans)

Granger.

That's how you get shot.

Can I come in?

By all means.

Hey, Jack.

It's been a while.

Can't say I'm pleased
to see you.

Aw, we're all friends here.

Why don't you do a sweep
of the perimeter.

We just did one.

Although, you can never do
too many perimeter sweeps.

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

SAM:
We're looking for a guy.

He may have been driving
a car like this.

Yeah.

Yeah, he checked in
last night around 9:00.

He nearly ran me over

on his way
into the parking lot.

The car's gone,
but he's still here.

What room?

Room 129.

The far end.

Federal agents!

(footsteps in distance)

Hey!

(gunshots)

(groans)

(slides gun away)

Call's dead.

So is he.

SAM: Yeah, the front desk
employee's name was Al Yasin.

I'm sending you a number he
was calling as he did a runner.

ERIC: Al Yasin. All right,
I'll run it, get back to you.

(sighs)
There's nothing in the car.

(sighs):
Yep.

Yasin received a text
about an hour ago.

Whoever texted him

signed their name Geb.

Jeb as in Bush?

G-E-B.

G-E-B.

Ancient Egyptians worshipped Geb
as a god of the underworld.

Huh.

Well, I don't think
any Egyptian gods

were texting this guy.

Nell and Eric are trying
to find out who was.

I left my family halfway
around the world once, too.

You served?

Marines.

Like you.

I appreciate

you trying to get me
on your side,

but you don't have to do that.

So, this list Riggs kept...

tell me about it.

I guess he was like me.

Wrote everything down.

Everything.
Like some kind of historian.

Okay.

I want you to do me a favor.

Write down the names

of all the villages
you went to with Riggs.

So, you call Hetty up,

she tells you to hop on a plane

and fly 8,000 miles...

and you do it.

Why?

The Taliban and al-Qaeda

are trying to break our cities.

Our villages, our very culture.

I want to help my new country
stand on its feet.

You know, when...

when my first wife...

was killed by that drone strike,

I hated the U.S.

I wanted to pick up a rifle.

But I knew if I did that,
the violence would never stop.

I'm doing this for my country,
not yours.

DEEKS:
Being around Jack

is getting to you, isn't it?

I think I'm managing
just fine.

You're the one
who's trying to be a hero.

(scoffs) I offered him
popcorn and a movie,

neither of which were mine.

You have to admit
it's crazy, though--

he shows up the day
we move in together.

I mean, not that that's fault.

I'm not saying it's his fault.

I'm just saying it's,
you know, crazy.

When Jack broke off
the engagement, um...

...I felt pretty helpless.

I-I... (sighs)

I didn't really know
how to be there for him.

Um, and he had...

posttraumatic stress,
and all I could do was cry.

(clears throat)

And that's what
anyone would do

in that situation,
and you got through it.

Yeah, till Afghanistan.

Just... finding him there

and saving his life and almost
losing mine in the process...

(sniffles)

Yeah, but you got
through that, too.

Listen, here's the deal, Kens.

If you got stuff
you need to say to him,

then you need to say it.

You know, otherwise,
it just...

just lives inside you.

Yeah?

I know.

The call we pulled
from Yasin's phone

was made
from a prepaid sat phone.

And Riggs called Jack
from a sat phone

when he got to the U.S.

Riggs finds out
that Jack's in town,

panics that
he may tell all,

hires Yasin to kill him.

What about
the text from Geb,

our Egyptian god?

(line ringing)

GRANGER:
Yeah?

Granger, ask Jack
if the name Geb--

G-E-B--
means anything to him.

The name Geb-- G-E-B--

does that mean
anything to you?

No.

Could have been a code name,
maybe, for someone else?

There-there was one guy
he-he mentioned a lot,

but I never met him.

Salib.

Riggs would text him on
his sat phone nearly every day.

All right, thanks, Jack.

The names Salib and Geb
both have Egyptian ties.

Maybe Salib
used the name Geb

when he texted Yasin and Riggs.

Hey, check this out--
so there's a guy

named Salib,
he's an antiquities dealer.

Egyptian-American
and lives in Los Angeles.

Specializes in

insuring rare items.

Business looks legit.

Well, let's see how legit.

(line ringing)

MAN: Yes?

Yeah, uh, I understand
you insure rare items.

Uh, so, listen,
my grandfather keeps telling me

about this rare coin he has.
He keeps it

in a cigar box,
and a friend of mine suggested

that I call and ask for Geb?

He's not here.

Okay, I'll, uh, I'll call back.

Thanks.

Looks like a new buyer's
about to give Riggs

an offer he can't refuse.

(knocking)

KENSI:
Kensi and Deeks.

Come bearing gifts.
Yeah,

cream, no sugar.

You remembered.

Yeah. Where's Granger?

JACK:
Uh, in the other room,

catching up on e-mails.
(scoffs)

Or secretly taking a nap.

(chuckles)

Oh, sorry, you gonna...
Are you praying?

N-No, no, just, uh,

used to sitting
on the ground.

Well, that's good news,
'cause it turns out

that chair-sitting
is actually bad for your health.

Oh, my gosh, he's gonna
sell you on a treadmill desk.

I get lots of exercise.

Not just herding goats.

Got a weekly
village basketball game.

(computer trilling)

Guys...

Riggs just turned on his phone.

And the hunt is on.

Ready to trace.

(line ringing)

Hello?

Mr. Riggs.
As-salaam alaikum

How did you get this number?

My apologies on the unexpected
call, but I'm ready

to pay a lot of money
for something you're selling.

Who says I'm selling anything?

No need to hide
your intentions, Mr. Riggs.

How much do I need to prove
I'm a genuine buyer?

Half a million dollars.

That's a lot of money.

But it's worth it
if my associates

can benefit
from your information.

Of course, I'll need to see
what it is I'm buying, first.

Meet me at Arbor Hills,
north side lot.

Bring cash. You'll be in
competition with another buyer.

You have 30 minutes to show
or else I leave.

I'll be there.

NELL: All right,
we've narrowed Riggs' location

down to a four-block radius.

Arbor Hills is
an empty retail space.

No working security
cameras on premises,

couple of cameras
on adjacent properties.

He knew what he was doing
when he picked it.

30 minutes-- clock is ticking.

Brief Granger,
tell him to bring Kensi.

Will do.

Nell just called--

Sam's meeting with Riggs
to buy the list.

I need you on overwatch.

Deeks, you're with Jack.

Good luck.
KENSI: Thanks.

(door opens)

Go get 'em, tiger.

Did you see that look?

I just got the "do not say
anything inappropriate" look.

Oh, yeah, I-I know that look.

(short chuckle)

No sign of Riggs.
Or anyone else, for that matter.

GRANGER:
Kensi, you got Sam?

I got him.

Jack and Kensi
getting along okay?

I'm still on comms.

And yes, we are.

Thank you for asking.

ERIC:
Okay, here we go.

Riggs just got out
of a cab at an intersection

on the north side
of the meeting spot.

GRANGER:
You sure it's him?

No mistake--

that's our man.

Where is he now?

(phone rings)

Running late?

Took you for a smaller guy.

I don't see you anywhere--
how do I know you're here?

RIGGS:
The black kufi is a nice touch.

Come meet me, we'll talk.

Kens, can you see him?

I'm looking.

I got him.

Second floor of
an industrial garage, northwest,

about 100 yards out.

Riggs is with someone.

It looks like Salib.

And Sam,

Riggs is watching you
with optics.

Someone here
wants to talk to you.

Okay.

Who's this?

KENSI:
Guys, I lost sight of him.

He hung up.

(tires screeching)

KENSI: And they're
making a break for it.

CALLEN:
On our way, Sam.

It's too late, guys.

They're gone.

SAM:
Nell, track those guys.

Tell me we at least have
eyes on them, guys.

ERIC: Salib and Riggs
are heading north

on the freeway.

Traffic cam coverage
is patchy at best.

We might lose 'em.

Don't.

There was something about
the way Salib talked to me.

What, threatening?

Smug.

They weren't interested
in selling the list.

Salib just wanted
to see my face.

And now we've seen his.

Half of these books
are in languages

I don't even recognize.

We got a tech
operator that swears

he saw Hetty read
via osmosis.

Riggs got away.

He left with Salib.

We're tracking them now.

They'd be easier to track
back in Afghanistan.

Well, we like everything
instant here, you know?

Instant gratification,
instant streaming on Netflix.

What's Netflix?

(chuckles)

Oh, you're serious.
You don't-you don't know what...

you don't know what Netflix is?

I...

No, I...

come to find
the greatest happiness

comes from, uh, simple things.

The love of a family.

Or a woman.

Was Kensi really messy
when you guys were together?

(sighs)

Clothes and trash everywhere.

There was this
one time where

she left a trail of crumbs--
like, muffin crumbs--

that started in her car
and went all the way

into the house, up the steps
and into her closet.

Like, Hansel and Gretel could
have followed these crumbs.

Yeah.

I-I found her T-shirt
in the microwave once.

(laughs)

We're moving in together.

Congratulations.

It's her idea.

Not that I'm not
excited about it,

'cause I am excited about it.

It's just, you know, it's...

It's a big step.

Yeah, it's a big step
for both of us.

I don't know
why I just said that.

You did torture someone for her.

Boy, you don't...
you don't hold back, do you?

Don't need to.

You know
what's crazy about that?

Is that as awful
as that experience was...

in torturing that guy...

I'd do it again in a heartbeat

if it meant
saving somebody that I love.

Still weighs on you.

And last month
I woke up yelling,

top of my lungs,

and now that's gonna be...

in front of Kensi.

Then don't push her away.

Like I did.

(knocking)

Hetty give you a gun?
She offered,

I declined.

That might have been
a mistake.

KENSI:
It's us.

Thank you.

(phone rings)

Excuse me.
That'll be my family now.

HETTY:
Hello there.

Oh.

HETTY: Hi.

Coming. Hey.

Uh-huh.

Okay, how's that?

Hmm. You look as though

you have some kind
of posture problem, Mr. Deeks.

No, no. It's not
so much my posture

as much as it's the-the desk
is for... It's... Mm.

Listen to me.
We need Kensi and Granger

back with Callen and Sam.

Nell.

We picked up Riggs' car
in Marina Del Rey.

Coordinates are already
on your phones.

Okay, we're on it.
(grunts)

Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Um, my family's safe.

Everyone's good.

Cool.

Kensi, ready?

Yes.

Uh, actually, I'm gonna go.

I need to stretch my legs.

Granger.

(door closes, locks)

I have something
I'd like to say about

the way I treated you
after we split up.

(sighs)
No need to go there.

But I still want to apologize

for never having called you
after they rescued us.

I didn't call you, either.

Okay, so we're both jerks.

You know, after we broke up,

I was, uh...

I was living in Afghanistan.

Mm-hmm.

Trying to decide
if I'd convert to Islam.

It was...

it was hard.

Life was hard.

Uh, one day I-I bought
a plane ticket

back home to the States.

I was gonna...

...gonna try and get you back.

Why didn't you?

Realized I'd be running away
from who I really am.

Doesn't mean
I didn't love you, Kensi.

I get it.

So, you and Deeks
are-are moving in together.

(chuckles)
Yeah.

Today, supposedly.

You two are gonna do great.

I hope so.

Although I hear
he's kind of messy.

That is the last time
I leave you two together alone.

The last time.

Body.

CALLEN:
It's Riggs.

He's dead.

Looks like
he was beaten.

Tortured.

Fingers are broken.

Salib and Riggs left
in the same car.

(line ringing)

There's only one reason
why Salib kills Riggs.

The list.

Where exactly did Riggs
keep this list?

Jack said it was a notebook.

A notebook like this?

GRANGER: Salib tortures
and kills Riggs

for the list, then destroys it.

Doesn't add up.

Maybe it was more

than just a list
of antiquities sites.

What if it's about
people he met?

Important people.

Jack thought some
of 'em might be Taliban.

Jack was with Riggs
in Afghanistan.

That explains why Salib tried
to kill him.

Riggs had
Jack's sat phone number.

Jack got a call
at the apartment.

Yeah, but that was his wife.

Come on. No.

No, no. There's no way

that Jack would give Salib
his location.

Not even to save his family
in Afghanistan?

(grunts)

Remember those dirt bikes
we rode in Joshua Tree?

Oh, yeah, of course I do.

Best camping trip ever.

Wide open desert.

Beautiful starry sky.

Mmm.

That's every night
in my village.

Wow.

(phone rings)

What's up?

DEEKS:
Ask Jack who called him.

Jack, who called you

on the sat phone?

I'm sorry.

Jack, who called you
on the sat phone?

It was Salib.

What?
He said it was my life

or my family's.

He said if I didn't tell him
where I was,

his people would kill my wife,

my daughters
back in Afghanistan.

Deeks,

Salib is coming for Jack.
Tell Eric and Nell

to keep eyes on the building.
Hang tight.

We're on our way.

Where you going?
I told Salib

I'd wait in the alley.

No, no, no, no, no.
Are you kidding me?

You can't do that. Jack, stop.
Jack, stop it! Jack...

Down!

(rapid gunshots)

NELL: Kens, we've got eyes
on the hallway.

There are three shooters.

Tell me when, Nell!

Now.

One down, two to go.

I need backup.

The guys are almost with you.

Jack, go.

(gunshots)

ERIC:
Two more entering the building

and two still in the hallway.

One on the balcony.

It's turning out to be
a very bad party.

Oh, no.

Kens, we are now blind
in the hallway.

Guys, where are you?!

(tires screech)

(distant gunfire)

We got the balcony.

Sam, on your right.

(distant gunfire continues)

Jack!

(grunting)

(neck cracks)

(grunting)

You're done.

No, wait. It's me you want.

(panting)

NELL:
Ten seconds.

(quietly):
Tell them to come in shooting.

Kill him.

Jack, get down.

Get down.

Kill him!

Kens!

Another nice place.

It was.

You okay?

(groans)

What took you so long?

Clear.

Clear.

My family.

They're gonna kill my family.

Your family is safe, Jack.

Hello?

(sniffles)

(beep)

Jack, I would never ask you here

without considering

the risks involved.

There was a SEAL team
watching over them

from the moment you left them.

Thank you, Hetty.

Owen, we need

to get this young man home.

(phone chimes)

(chuckles)

Craig Nassir's opening
a tab down at Pelican's.

NCIS-- 50 years young.

That's not till next week.

You know Craig likes a party.

Ah. Kens?

A little pre-50th cocktail?

Uh, no, I'm good, actually.

I got some stuff
to wrap up here.

All right.
You sure?

Yeah. You guys have fun.

Good night.

Bye.

(clears throat)

(sighs)

I handed Jack's account
of his trip with Riggs

to the proper authorities.

They'll watch extra carefully

for anything from that region
coming into the country.

And the list of names?

I already sent a copy
to the Pentagon.

Our Intel people are putting

the names into the database.

At least six of them
are high value targets

we've been trying to locate
for months.

So, all in all,

a successful outcome.

Almost a costly one, Owen.

Ms. Blye.

Good night, Hetty.

Good night, Owen.

Good night, Blye.

You wanted to talk to me?

No, I think it's you

who wants to talk to me,
Ms. Blye.

I don't understand why Jack had
to come all the way out here.

After everything
he's been through already.

You're questioning my judgment?

No.

Yes.

We used him, Hetty.

We used Jack.

In our line of work,

sometimes we ask people

to put themselves

in harm's way.

I know that.

It's just a really hard lesson
to keep learning.

It is, indeed.

Come here.

(chuckles)

Ooh.

I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Blye.

Yes, you will.

No! That doesn't look
as... Oh, my God,

you play this
exactly like Kensi.

No, she plays
exactly like I do.

What does that mean?
You taught her this?

A long time ago.

Okay, here's the deal:
you have to teach me

what you taught her
so I can then beat her.

Some advice about Kensi...

Get a maid.

Got it.

Never let her go.

The maid or Kensi?

Both.

(door closes)

Fair enough.

I got it.

(clears throat)

Oh, I see you're
playing cards.

We're not gonna talk about that.
(chuckles)

Listen, so I was thinking
maybe, uh, Jack should stay

with us tonight.

That is a good idea.

I mean, 'cause our couch

doesn't have bullet holes in it.
Seems like the...

It does not.
Thank you,

but, uh,
I have a plane to catch.

Okay. Well, in that case,
we'll drive you to the airport.

Uh, actually, Kensi can drive
you to the airport,

'cause I have very important
things to attend to.

Well, thanks, but, uh,
I've already got a ride.

DEEKS:
Oh.

Granger danger.

All right. Good luck with that.

Be safe.

You, too.

I'm gonna go talk to Granger
about my feelings.

Bye.

Thank you again.

Deeks is a good one.

(chuckles)

He is.

(chuckles)

Be safe. And take care, okay?

Yeah. You, too.

All set.

Well, I'm not gonna lie,

that was a hell of a day.

Yes, it was.

Started off okay though.

Did it? I don't remember.
Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

We moved in together.

Oh, that's right.
Now I remember.

We moved in together.

Speaking of which, we should
probably take the Audi,

go to your house,
grab the first load,

go back to my house,
unpack it.

Or we could just
go get takeout noodles.

Let's go grab my stuff.

What about the noodles?

I think we'll always make time
for noodles.

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