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I'll wait here.

Your attention, please.

Evening visiting hours
will be ending in ten minutes.

Evening visiting hours will be
ending in ten minutes.

Hey. Hold up.

What are you doing?

Oh, we've got a
remove and repair order.

From who?

Looks like your blood lab.

What is this?

♪ NCIS: LA 8x01 ♪
High Value Target
Original Air Date on September 25, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Everyone has one.
I don't.

Either you do and
you don't realize it,

or you're just not being
honest with me or yourself.

Why would I say I don't
if I do?

Maybe there's something
really personal on it.

Something you're
embarrassed to admit.

Such as?

I don't know;
it's your list.

What are you guys
talking about?

He won't tell me what's on
his bucket list.

Because there isn't a list.

Everyone has a bucket list.
Do you?

Yes.

I want to get married.

I want to have kids.

I want to own a horse.

I want to live in Bali.

I want to read all
the greatest books on the earth

on a deserted island and ride
my horse on the beach all day.

Those are just things to do.

That's the exact point.
It's a list of things

you want to do before you die.

Okay, now, that's just morbid.

It's not morbid.

It's the exact opposite
of morbid.

It's life-affirming. It's
saying these are the things

I want to accomplish
while I'm still here.

Exactly.

There's got to be something
you really want to do.

You mean, besides end
this conversation?

"Alas, poor Yorick!

"I knew him, Horatio,

"a fellow of infinite jest,

"of most excellent fancy.

"He hath borne me on his back
a thousand times,

and now, how abhorred
in my imagination it is!"

I want to do Shakespeare in the
park for my bucket list, so...

You're all invited.
Don't worry.

Yay.

Can we put things on the
list we don't want to do?

Hey, Beale.

What's, uh...
what's going on here?

Oh, uh, Hamlet.
Act Five, Scene One.

Care to be my Ophelia, my lady?

Mmm, not now.
Is it...? Okay.

Uh, a shipping
container

set off radiation
detection equipment at LAX.

Something coming in?
Going out.

Homeland Security's on it,

but they want all federal
law enforcement agencies

up to speed
and requested us specifically.

Okay. Where's Deeks?

Dead in
a ditch somewhere...

or at a Denny's.

I don't know.
He got up early

to go train
for a triathlon or something.

It's probably on
his bucket list.

Not unless
it's sponsored by Hooters.

Relax.

We'll take this.

Great. Radiation's bad
for my skin anyway.

You got a death wish, homes?

Easy, Dirty Harry Winston.

Dude!

I almost blew your head off.

Yeah, thank you
for not doing that.

Do you have a concealed carry
permit for that thing?

None of your business.

No, actually, it
is my business,

'cause I'm a cop,
and you know that.

All right, we can
just act like

I didn't just ask that
question; that's fine.

Hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Wow. That's...
that's beautiful.

You know how much
that would cost retail?

Yeah. I know exactly
what it would cost retail:

two months salary.

Yeah, maybe...

if you were playing
for the Clippers.

This is a steal.

You are literally stealing this
from me.

I should be calling the cops.

Again, I'm a cop.

Promise me
you'll get this insured.

Wait a minute. Is this...
is this a blood diamond?

That hurts, Deeks;
that hurts.

This is real and pure,
like the light within.

I mean,
just look at how it sparkles,

forged in the ancient fires
of the earth.

Okay. You sound like
an infomercial.

So we good here?
Yeah, yeah, no.

We're definitely good,
as long as you

stay away from those, uh,
police horses, right?

Of course, of course.

That was just, uh...
Dangerous?

It was stupid,
super creepy.

Mazel tov!
Keep your pants on!

All right.

NCIS.

What do we got, Captain?

Sensors got a hot reading

when they were loading
this container.

Where was it headed?
Larnaca International.

Cyprus.
Yeah.

Supposed to be carrying
refugee relief items.

Has anyone alerted
the news media?

Not yet.
Let's keep it that way.

That's some
strong saline.

Any word from
Callen and Sam?

No. Not yet.

Ah...

Yes. Hello.

Well, well, well, it has been
a very long time, A.J.

Uh, to what
do I owe this...

Uh-huh.

Right.

Thank you for the heads-up.

Perhaps a little bit more
lead time in the future.

Thanks.

We're getting a visit

from the Under Secretary
of Defense Duggan.

Why?

We'll have to ask him.

Well, when is he getting here?

He already is.

This can't be good.
Nope.

Assistant Director
Owen Granger

and Operations Manager
Henrietta Lange.

Under Secretary.

We were not told
you were coming.

To do so would have defeated
my purpose.

Aha.

And what is that exactly?

I'm heading up
a Joint Task Force

with the Office
of Special Investigations,

and Intelligence
and Security Command.

This station
has been compromised.

We are here to fix that.

And what measures do you expect
to employ

that we haven't implemented
already?

Well, to start with,

we're replacing you
and your staff.

Where have you been?

Oh. Uh, I just...
I got a sliver,

so I was digging
out the... hmm.

I was blowing up
your phone.

Why? What's going on?

Because we're
getting fired.

I'm not that late.

This whole unit's getting
shut down. Let's go.

What? Are you kidding?

- Wait, are you kidding?
- As you are all aware,

this facility and the staff
has been compromised.

Now, most of you had nothing
to do with that,

but you have all
been affected by it.

Unfortunately, the breach
was never adequately resolved

to Washington's
satisfaction,

so we have been
brought in to do so.

This task force has been working
for months behind the scenes

and is here now to resolve
this once and for all.

All open cases will be
brought current, assigned,

and handed off to one
of the task force members.

You will begin
this process immediately.

Now, don't worry, after your
interviews and your polygraphs,

most of you will keep your jobs,

but it just probably
won't be here.

I realize this is a lot to
process, so we're going to try

and make this transition as
quick and painless as possible.

It's obviously going
to take a few days

to complete the handover,
during which time

I ask for your continued
cooperation and patience.

Thank you.

I feel like we're being punked.

How is SECNAV allowing this?

I don't know why she would,
if she had a choice.

Please tell me
you have a plan.

Actually... I do.

It's called retirement.

Just keep working
until I can

figure out what the
hell is going on.

The radioactive material

has been identified
as Cesium 137 Chloride.

It's colorless
in crystal form,

white when powdered,
and water soluble.

Hold on a second.

Is this guy for real?

Deeks, focus.

Our jobs can wait.
This can't.

No, I'm definitely focused
on the Selenium 130 Chlorine.

Deeks.

Yeah.
Cesium 137 Chloride.

Yeah-- no.
I got that.

I was just making sure
you were listening.

It's the same material
that was used

in the Goiania
accident in Brazil.

Thieves stole hospital equipment
hoping to sell it for scraps.

Turned out some of it
was radioactive material.

That's right.
It glowed blue.

They thought
it was cool.

Passed it around
to some friends.

Several people died
as a result.

Why was it
in the saline?

Perhaps it's their attempt
to get it past customs.

It gets to the destination,
they boil off the saline,

and they're left
with the radioactive powder.

Oh, boom. Who's listening now?

So, one hospital and two medical
labs within 200 miles of here

have had their
blood irradiation machines

stolen in the
last six weeks.

And we're just finding
this out now because...?

Well, the machines themselves

are worth tens
of thousands of dollars.

I doubt anyone thought
their stolen machine

was part of a trend.

Until now.

How much cesium are we talking?

Well, enough to make several
radiological dispersal devices.

I mean, dirty bombs themselves
can be lethal,

but their main purpose
is as a terror device.

If detonated,
they could shut down

an area for months,

if not years, for adequate
decontamination and cleanup.

Well, not to mention
trying to convince people

that it's safe afterwards.

Unfortunately, because of
its water-soluble nature,

it could be used to contaminate
city water supplies.

Oh, one more fun fact.

Cyprus is not
its final destination.

From there, it was scheduled
to be boarded onto a ship bound

for the Port of Latakia, Syria.

Wonderful.
All right.

We'll take the hospital angle.

You two find out who paid
for that container,

what else was inside it.

Now, that one's easy.

It was being shipped
by a local charity group,

The Foundation
for Emigrant Relief.

Oh, suddenly,
I have a

overwhelming urge to do
some charity work.

You know, I was doing a little
bit of thinking that maybe

what's happening at work
is, you know, it's a sign.

That maybe the universe
is telling us it's ready

to move on to the next
chapter of our lives.

Which is?

I don't know, but maybe
it involves a career change.

Okay, I'll take the bait.

What would we do?

Well, we could be
a couples figure skating.

What about Bali? You always
wanted to go to Bali.

Yeah, for a trip.

Why not go for more?

You know, go down there,

we could become
personal trainers,

you can teach yoga,

I could... teach surfing.

You could ride
your horse on the beach.

Yeah, those
aren't careers.

Well, if you bring
somebody with you, it is.

Oh, tourism.
Yes, let's do that.

Have you met me?

Okay, fair enough.

Um... in all seriousness, though,

how much longer

are you gonna do this?
Well,

in case you haven't noticed,
this isn't just what I do.

This is who I am.

Okay?

I grew up on
Marine bases.

Protecting people is

all I know,
and if I wasn't doing this...

I don't know what
I would be doing.

I understand everything
you're saying.

I'm just saying you would
also be an amazing mom.

Whoa.
And...

you're passionate and loving
and intelligent and articulate.

And how fun would it be
to be there in the morning

and make frittatas for kids?

To be home

and helping them
with their homework

and not out all day
being shot at.

And the father?

Same thing.

I could build tree forts.

Teach some jujitsu
in the backyard.

Say it.
Just say it.

You know I have thought
about this many times.

But I don't...
I don't think I'm ready... yet.

I mean, if I wasn't
working for NCIS,

I'm pretty sure
I'd be working

for any other agency:
the FBI, DEA, ATF...

I'm just not ready.

Hi.
Hi.

Can I help you?

Uh, yeah, I was just wondering

if you have any volunteer
positions available.

Are you here to fulfill a
community service requirement?

No.

I'm just here to lend
a helping hand.

Okay, well, do you have
any special skills?

Uh, yeah, I'm a pretty good
ventriloquist.

Yes, yes.

He's quite fantastic.

No, that's a lie.

He's rubbish.

Rubbish, I say.

Of course. Yeah.

Dr. Cohen to Peds ICU.

Dr. Cohen
to Peds ICU.

You ever seen
this guy before?

No.

He's wearing gloves.

He never looks
at the camera.

It's not much
to work with.

What else do you
remember about him?

Have an accent?

Tattoos?

Sorry.

And what about the truck
they were driving?

Did you hear anything,
any names?

I mean, it all happened so fast.

I thought it was just
another hospital mix-up.

By the time I came around,
they were long gone.

We'd like to get a
copy of this footage.

I wish I could give you more.

Do you have a bucket list?

Yeah. Why?

Thanks for your time.

Thank you.

Dr. Collins, extension 2219.

Dr. Collins,
extension 2219.

See?

Even the doctor
has a bucket list.

I bet you the guys who stole
that truck have a bucket list.

Oh, sure, yeah.

Become a martyr,
collect 72 virgins,

which always seemed
kind of excessive to me.

Wouldn't six be enough?

Now, we know these guys
have a truck, and they

have a pallet jack, but
they also need a place

to take those
machines apart.

Garage, backyard.

City's NEST sensors
never went off.

Well, it's
probably shielded

while it's still
in the machine.

Yeah, but they took
it out and moved it.

All right,
so they're careful.

Maybe used some sort
of shielded containers.

It's not something you
grab at Home Depot.

What do you got?

Okay, so I found
several companies

that sell everything

from lead-lined containers
to lead blankets.

Most go to
legitimate businesses--

hospitals, labs, universities--

but there are the occasional
individual buyers.

Three in California in the last
two months, to be exact,

but only one in Los Angeles.

Antiqam Industries.

Problem is, I can't find
anything on Antiqam

except for their address.

Antiqam.

Arabic for vengeance.

Subtle.

Good work, Nell. Why don't you
send us that address?

Oh, Nell... any news back there?

Just that Under Secretary
of Defense Duggan

and his people look to be
moving in permanently.

What about Hetty and Granger?

I haven't seen Granger, but...

Hetty's currently
packing up her desk.

Hey, can I have a word?

Quick, quick word.

Quick... Excuse me.

Whoa, Ms. Ch... Miss...

Ms. Chen.
I love it when you ignore me.

What are you doing?
We're running some pen tests.

Pen Te...

Whoa, there's no food
or drink in here.

If you could... no, no, you-you
got to take that outside.

There's a...

Whoa, buddy, that is not a toy.

If you could... if you could
just put that... put that away.

Sir, what's your name?
What?

This is Eric Beale.

He's a technical operator.

Uh, I'm actually
the technical operator,

and this is my Ops Center.

So, you're as much to blame
for the breach as anyone.

What?

I'll have you know
that I am the guy...

Who is needed downstairs,
I think.

By who?

By me.

This is Antiqam Industries.

Doesn't look like much.

This place is hot.

Can we go in?

You can.

Thank you.
I'm kidding.

It's cool, as long as we don't
camp out here a few weeks.

Place is a ghost town.

Somebody's been busy in here.

Cover me!
Cover?

Thanks.

Least I could do.

I don't even know
where to start.

Uh, felony theft?

That's as good a place as any.

With aggravated assault?
That is bad.

Uh... arson and attempted murder
of two federal agents?

You did try to
burn us alive.

In fact, you actually
set him on fire,

and he does not like
to be set on fire.

I personally
don't like it,

but he really
hates it.

Possession and
transportation of

radioactive materials for
the purposes of terrorism?

We call that the big T.

Yeah.

This is where you get smart
and cooperate.

Hmm.

I think he's giving us

the old jihad
silent treatment.

Mm.

Goes double for me.

What'd you say to him?

I told him you find him
sexually attractive.

And, uh, can't guarantee

I'd be able to protect him
from the blue-eyed devil.

Duggan already
kick you out?

Hmm. No. He would have,

if I hadn't gotten
Captain OCD out of there.

Um, they were touching
everything,

and they were eating in Ops.

Oh, those filthy dogs.

All right,

so who is this guy?

I have no clue.
He had no I.D. on him,

his prints aren't in the system.

and facial rec's
drawing a blank.

Everything associated
with Antiqam Industries

has been bogus.

Okay, so what about
his cell phone?

You think
you can crack it?

Yeah.

No. Maybe.

Assuming he didn't institute
any anti-hacking features,

which would wipe it clean
on any unauthorized attempt

or compromise.

Have you tried just asking him?

Open it.

Clearly, that
didn't work.

That was my phone.

Yeah, but you
backed it up, right?

It's a good thing
it wasn't his phone.

You can add destruction
of federal property.

Give me that thumb.

Thank you.

You're lucky.

Last guy...

He lost three fingers
before we found the right one.

Nice work.

This one's gonna
need some work.

Mm-hmm.

I finally caught Mew and Zapdos.

Well, easy come,
easy Pokémon Go.

I'm heading back to Ops.

Good luck with that.

This is going to Syria.

Y-Yeah, I mean, mostly
we ask for money,

just because it's the
easiest to deal with

and send over there,
but we also accept

clothing and food, toiletries
and toys for the kids.

And medical supplies?

Yeah, sure, I mean,
when we can get them.

And who donates those?

I don't know offhand,

but I'm sure I could
figure it out.

Why? What do you do when
you're not volunteering

or doing ventriloquy?

Well, we like to refer
to it as "ventriloquesting"

'cause we consider it
a lifelong quest,

but mostly now I'm just
trying to convince

my fiancée to move
to Bali with me.

Whoa, whoa.
You do not get to call me that.

You only pre-proposed.

That was not official.
And I was open to the idea,

following a legitimate offer.

Wait, who doesn't want
to move to Bali?

Uh, someone with a great job

protecting your
millennial skinny butt.

To be honest, I think
she's just afraid of change.

I am not afraid of change.

I am not afraid
of anything, Deeks.

I will come in there

and kick your ass.

Well, I mean, if she
doesn't change her mind,

let me know, 'cause I would
love to move to Bali.

- Okay.
- Yeah, I'm sure there's

nothing she wouldn't
volunteer for.

Meow, kitty.

I'm sorry?

What? I saw a cat.

You know what,
Uncle McFlirtypants?

Why don't you check your phone?

Sam and Callen have a suspect.

Um,

actually, you, uh...

you recognize this guy?

Yeah, actually, I've seen him
around with one of our donors.

One of your donors?

You remember
your donor's name?

He didn't say.

He wanted to remain anonymous.

Probably 'cause
the Ferrari he was driving

was worth more than
our operating budget

for the next 20 years.

Really?
Yeah.

That's interesting.

Start with support personnel.

Once they've been vetted,

deactivate their
access cards

and see that they're
escorted off the premises.

We're all over it.

You got a minute?

Not really.
Humor me.

I'm afraid there's
little room for humor

in this situation,
Assistant Director.

There are a millions ways
this could've been handled.

Having you come here personally
makes the least amount of sense.

You know what they say.

If you want
something done right...

Just wait a second.

Just hold it.

What is it that you want?

I want to keep this nation safe
from our enemies.

And since you and your people
haven't been able to do that...

My people have done more
to keep this country safe...

Your people can't even find
a mole in your own house.

If you could,
I wouldn't be here.

If I were you,

Granger, I'd be focused
on my future.

You know how this works.

Somebody's going to take
the fall for this.

It's either going to be
you or Hetty.

Do you really think I'd sell
her out to save my own skin?

I don't know.

But if you're going to,

I'd suggest you do it
sooner than later.

I offered her the same deal.

Hetty?

Is this really necessary?

I mean, they can't... they
can't replace all of us.

They certainly
can't replace you.

We're all replaceable, Nell.

Well, I disagree.

And I think you know I'm right.

If there's anything
you've taught me,

it's to never
give up.

You only lose when
you stop fighting.

You know who
told me that?

You did.

Mm.

I think I read it
on a fortune cookie.

Henrietta Lange
is not a quitter.

Neither was Don Quixote.

Fine.

If you're not going
to fight this thing,

the least you can do
is tell me what to do.

Okay.

Keep our people in the field
as long as you can.

Oh, I intend to.

Get everything
you can on Duggan.

Yes, ma'am.

So, I think this guy's name
is Elias Kattan.

Or at least that's the name
the phone is registered to.

Look at all these calls.

This guy's on the phone
more than my kid.

Who-- Aiden or Kamran?

Both.

Wait, who's that?

That's our guy.

No, not him.
This guy.

I think that's
Ahmed Han Asakeem.

A.H.A.

A.H.A.--
that's all over these texts.

I thought it was
an Arabic name

or, like, "Aha!"

So smart...

Yet so Beale.

So, who is this
Ahmed Han Asakeem?

The more accurate question is:
Who was he?

He was born Tobias Thoma.

Syrian citizen came here
with his family.

Joined the Navy to help him
get American citizenship.

He was in Naval Intelligence
until he defected

and became Asakeem.

Now he's a high-value target.

He's the high-value target
in Syria.

And he's rumored to be high up
in the Jabhat Fatah Al-Sham,

formally the Al-Nusra Front.

And he's working to unite
the Free Syrian Army

with the Anjad Al-Shim

Islamic Union.

Now, if our boy knows Asakeem
and he's in contact with him...

That means that we may be
able to locate Asakeem.

And if we can find him...

We can catch him.

Uh-oh.

What's wrong?

Just got a text
on this guy's cell phone.

They're threatening to detonate
a dirty bomb in L.A.

if we don't release our suspect.

Uh, it's like the Invasion
of the Brooks Brothers

Body Snatchers in here.

Hey, Nell, where
is everybody?

Armory.

And they took
Nell as well.

Nell, do you want
to talk about...?

Uh-oh.

Came as soon as we heard.
Did you find anything?

Possible high roller involved,
and we're trying to get a name.

Yeah, we know
he drives a Ferrari.

We're trying to find it,
but it's proving difficult

without full access to Ops.

Does Duggan know
anything about this?

No. The last thing we need
is someone second-guessing this.

Get Callen and Sam
on the horn.

Yep.

Where are we?

We're working on it.

They were stealing
the cesium

and sending it
to other bomb makers.

Doesn't mean they can't
build one on their own.

Or dump this stuff
all around town.

Can we track the text?

If it wasn't being spoofed,
I could give you an idea

of where it was when
the text was sent.

But how do we check that?

So this is where
the cool kids hang out.

These are Special Agents
Callen and Hanna.

You know Mr. Beale.

We wondered where
you ran off to.

Can we help you?

Yes, and you can start

by telling me
what's going on here.

We're in the middle of a
very time-sensitive case.

Then you best tell me quickly.

What now?

We need to find
that Ferrari.

With pleasure.

Look, we don't have time
to debate this.

We also don't have time
to make a mistake.

Handing over a suspected
terrorist is never acceptable.

We're not
handing him over.

We're using him to draw out
whoever he's working with

so we can seize any more
radioactive materials

they may have
in their possession.

I think we should send a return
text, responding as the suspect.

He'll say he's injured
and needs to be picked up.

They will see
right through that.

We can use his past texts
and e-mails

to mimic his voice and style.

The phone they used to send
the text just came online today.

It's a burner phone,
which suggests

that they know he's been caught.

He can say he escaped.

This way allows us
to control the setting.

Yeah, if it works out.

And if it doesn't,
we've blown our one opportunity.

Well, we have one advantage.

Whoever sent that text
isn't a pro.

- What makes you say that?
- Because if he was,

he would have walked away
by now.

Whatever we do,
we got to do it now.

The clock is ticking.

It's Callen.

Duggan's allowing us to go
ahead with the exchange.

Maybe he's smarter
than he looks.

But he's insisting
his men join us.

So we get travel buddies?
God help us.

Oh, boo.

Well, you see this guy?

So far, we've got nothing.

Not the best views.

Kens?

Nope. Deeks?

Ah... I've found
a, uh, badly beaten piñata.

Oh, he deserved it.

You think this
guy's gonna show?

Not if he spots
our suit shadows.

Get down!

Get down! Get down!

LAPD!

LAPD! Nobody... Get back,
back, back, back, back!

Look out, sir.
Oh, geez.

Oh, that's not...
Uh-oh.

Oh!

Aah! Oh. Ow. Ow, ow!

Aah! Oh!

Serpentine.

Aah. God. Son of a... Aah!

Oh, no.

Serpentine,
serpentine, serpent...

Oh...

Aah! Oh!

Deeks!
Fraggle Rock!

Deeks!
Aah!

You okay?
I'm alive.

Oh!

I dreamt I was riding
a magic buffalo.

Okay.

Eric, we still got him?

No.

So much for teamwork.

Granger.

I told you we should have
controlled the setting.

Give a man enough rope,
and he'll hang himself.

Shame it had to
end this way.

This isn't over.

It is for you people.

We've got it from here.

Is it just me, or is today
really starting to suck?

Guys, I think I know
who we're looking for.

What, the shooter
on the bike?

No, we didn't find
the guy on the bike,

but we got a Ferrari
leaving a parking structure

in your area
right after the shooting.

It's registered

to one Bassel Rizvi.

His cell phone number pops up

on your dead guy's phone
numerous times.

Send us the address.

Already did.
Yup.

Okay.

Wonder twin powers activate.

What are you
looking at?

Yeah, you want
some of this?

♪ And I need it... ♪
Bassel.

Where have you been?
We need to order some food.

Where are your keys?

Oh, I Ubered from Sunset Plaza.

We were drinking
mimosas.

Hey, can I get another drink?

Bassel?

Honey?

Why are we hiding?

What?! You're the one
who pulled me back here.

It seemed like a good
idea at the time.

Eric, we got eyes
inside the house?

Eric?

Can Nell hear us?

I think we lost
our secret squirrels.

Not very discreet
for a terrorist.

That's 'cause
he's a wannabe.

Yeah, well, I wannabe
somebody driving a Ferrari.

Put it on your bucket list.

♪ If she fine, I'm-a give it
to her two times ♪

♪ Maserati while you riding
in a Nissan... ♪

How you doing?

Can I help you?

Yeah, is Bassel here?

Who's asking?

We're his accountants.

Okay.

He's inside.

Mind if we go in?

Will one of you

bring me back another drink?

Of course.

Wait. If you're accountants,
why are you carrying guns?

Very protective
of his money.

♪ Hands in the air, baby girl ♪

♪ Hands in the air
every time you... ♪

Drop the gun.

Slowly.

Just so you know,
there's no way

you're getting out
of here. It's over.

Kick it over to me.

Hang in there, Deeks.
We're coming.

Get out of here.

Guys, Bassel's with Deeks,
second floor.

Your wallet and your keys.

Okay, just to let you know,

you're probably not gonna get
very far with my wallet

'cause I think even
my Starbucks card is expired.

You shut up! Do it. Come on!

Three dollars?

Yeah, I'm mostly
in Bitcoins now.

I'm diversifying my portfolio.

Take your clothes off.

Seriously?

Take your clothes off! Hurry up!

Ugh! Oh, my God.

Just to let you know,
I've got a really hefty case

of, uh, Malaysia dysplasia.

It's like a cross
between shingles and leprosy.

It's very contagious.

Quit stalling.
Take your pants off.

You want me
to take my pants off?

Yeah.

Maybe we should dim
the lights a little bit,

put on a little mood music, huh?
A little Sade?

But whatever.
You want to party, we can party.

What is that?
What is what?

What is that?
This? It's a mint.

Open your hand.
Open your hand.

Stop!

Deeks.

Nice tackle.

Course, it would have
been more impressive

if you were on fire
and went through a window.

Missed.

Where's Deeks?

In the bathroom.
Still?

Likes to read.

Could have read
War and Peace by now.

You sure he didn't
fall asleep?

I have actually seen
that happen before.

And now I have, too.
Thanks for that image.

Sorry. I'll go check on him.

He say anything?

He was asking
for his lawyer

before he even
got out of the pool.

You ask me,
he and his buddy is just

a couple of rich kids
playing terrorist.

I blame Grand Theft Auto.

They're rolling around town,

pretending to live
the thug life,

using their trust funds
to buy their way

into the warrior
lifestyle.

Oh, it's kind of like
putting down a couple grand

to have dinner
with a presidential nominee.

Only in this case,
it's to rub shoulders

with Ahmed Han Asakeem.

The sound of fantasy jihad
got a little too real.

One of 'em ends up dead.

The other one's gonna spend
the rest of his life in prison.

Eric said no other calls
were made from his phone

after he tried to call us.

No calls to Syria?

Well, if he did, he didn't
make it from that phone.

No, he's trying
to impress Asakeem.

The last thing he wants
to have to do is tell him

that he may have been
compromised.

That's probably why
he killed his buddy.

No. If Asakeem doesn't know
what happened,

his people will still be
expecting that shipment

of radioactive saline.

We need to make sure
it gets there.

You want to ship it to Syria?

Yeah.

When Asakeem's people
show up to get it,

we'll be there waiting.

Deeks, you okay?

Babe?
Huh?

You awake?
Yeah.

Oh, it's just, uh...
something I ate.

What's with the hand and the...

the towel there?

Oh, this?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Don't ask about this,
like, ever,

'cause it's...

You find them?

No. Their phones are offline.

I know where they are.

Go for Chen.

What? When?

Callen, Hanna, Blye and
Deeks boarded a flight

40 minutes
ago at LAX.

For where?

Amman, Jordan.

So it begins.

♪ NCIS: LA 8x02 ♪
Belly of the Beast
Original Air Date on September 25, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Where's Duggan's
lapdog?

She's still not feeling well.

L.A. doesn't agree
with everyone.

Good.
Sir...

Under Secretary
of Defense Duggan's

already not happy
that her team's

going after this
high-value target.

What happens when
he walks through the door

and catches us in here
trying to help them?

What difference
does it make?

He's gonna replace
us all anyway.

This may be our last
operation together,

so we better
make it count.

Mmm.
Where are we?

Well, Kensi had a run-in
with an insurgent,

but everything's cool.

Insurgents and cool
don't really go together.

She handled it.

Yeah? She kill him?

She didn't say.

That means she killed him.
Where is she now?

We're not 100% certain.

Why not?

Well, you know,
with the time difference

and the data delay...

Hmm...

You are the worst liar
in the world, Beale.

Aw, I take that as
a compliment, sir.

You would.

Where are they, Jones?

We're really not sure.

And we know that
they're on the move.

Then where are they going?

Don't make me ask twice.

Beit Jinn.

What?

Kensi found a cell phone
on the man that she may

or may not have killed.

I personally
choose to believe

that she didn't kill him.

Just because I like
to think of Kensi as...

Stop it!
Okay.

Based on the Intel
recovered from that cell phone,

they have reason to believe
that Ahmed Han Asakeem

will be there.

So what?

They can't go into
Beit Jinn on their own.

That'd be beyond stupid.

Get 'em on the
horn right now.

They turned off their comms.

Why the hell would
they do that?

Well, I think it's so
you couldn't stop them, sir.

We got movement.

Confirmation. That's him.

That's Asakeem.
Yep.

Be a whole lot easier
just to shoot him.

I'd like to get out
of here alive, if possible.

Yeah, 'cause going
and grabbing him

is gonna be so much safer.

Kensi, Deeks,
this starts going south,

you get the hell out of here.

Not a chance.

Well, there's a little bit
of a chance, though, right?

I mean, if it goes,
like, really south,

then we can go?

Shh.

Move.

I got you.

All right, stop.

What is that right there?

Uh, I'm gonna guess
those are goats.

Maybe sheep, but
most likely goats.

Yeah, yeah, I'm
gonna go with goats.

Yeah, definitely goats with a...
a ten percent chance of sheep.

You got anything,
Jones?

I'm not even sure
what I'm looking for

at this point, sir.

We're looking for our team.
Right.

Obviously.

Hey, maybe this
is a good thing.

If we can't find them,
maybe Asakeem can't, either.

Ah, Duggan's on the move.

Okay, wipe it.

Yeah.

What are you all
still doing here?

Just the usual cleanup
before we hand things over.

Is it usual for four
of your team members

to still be
missing in Syria?

NCIS agents are active
in 40 different countries

around the globe
on any given day.

Somebody should have
told you that.

Save the show for
the kids, Granger.

You don't impress me.

That really hurts my feelings.

I'm still waiting
for your briefs.

You know, I'm more
of a boxers guy,

and I don't like to share.

Just a personal quirk.

Downstairs, now.

Keep looking.

Asakeem.

Sit.

No, thanks.

They say it's worse
than smoking,

but you make
yourself comfortable.

Do you really think
you're going to survive this?

I'm still not sure
what “this” is.

This is the end, for all of you.

Admittedly, there was
a time when individuals

like yourself and Hetty
were untouchable.

The valiant
Cold War warriors

and their exploits
of derring-do.

Anybody who calls it
the “Cold War”

clearly was never in it.

It's a different world now.

You have no idea what
you're talking about.

No, Granger,
unfortunately it's you

who has no idea
what I'm talking about.

See, you used to have
the reputation

of being a number-one badass.

But these days,
even DC thinks

Little Miss Sunshine
runs the show,

and I've seen nothing here
to prove otherwise.

If I didn't know better,

I'd think you have
genuine feelings for her.

What can I say?
I'm a romantic.

You just don't get it.

Let me try
and explain it

in a way that
you can understand.

I can do more with one drone

than I can with 50
of your agents.

In fact...

I can do more with this

than I can with you.

Welcome to the future.

You know, my gun still
works when it's wet.

Are you on drugs?

No.

Should you be?

No. What? No.

We found them.
They got Asakeem.

Good work, guys.
Okay, talk soon.

Hey. Callen said it
went off without a hitch.

They're already aboard
the helicopter

headed for
the USS Carl Vinson.

We're good.
Mission accomplished.

Hey...

The dogs are barking!

Oh, come on, Deeks!

That's poor
helicopter etiquette.

And it's against the law

of the Geneva Convention.

You should know, Sam,

that my feet
do not smell ever.

Yeah, right.
Ever!

Actually, he's right.

In fact, they are
the only part of his body

that doesn't stink.

TMI.

You don't have a lot
of room to talk there,

Princess Night Toots.
Oh, no!

Sitting there blaming it
on Monty.

No, no, no, you don't get
to bring that to work. No!

Guys, don't make me
stop this chopper.

You're setting a very poor
example for our guest.

You're all very smug.

Actually, no,
I'm sarcastic,

she's goofy, he's aloof,
and he's much bigger than me,

so I don't say anything
condescending about him.

And you... you're out
of the terrorism business.

I am a drop of water in an
unstoppable ocean of change.

I don't see
any water out there.

All I see is
a whole lot of dirt.

We've been hit!
Hang on!

G...

Yo, wake up, man.

I think I'm sitting
on one of my kidneys.

He dead?

Not that lucky.

Kens!

Deeks!

Over here!

Check on him

I'll check the flight crew.

Oh, God.

Sam, help me.

Kensi?

Hey. I'm okay, I'm okay,
I'm okay.

I'm just-- I'm just stuck.
Okay, hang in there.

We're gonna
get you out of there.

Let's find something

we can use as a lever.

Okay.

Okay. Lever.

Deeks?
Yeah?

You're gonna need to
put some boots on.

What? Oh.

I must have lost 'em
during the crash.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I just...

I'm good. I just hit my head.

No, no, no.
Deeks.

Sit here with Kensi.

Just sit here with
Kensi for a second.

Okay.

I got you.

You okay?

Pilots?

Everyone here
all right?

Kensi's stuck,

but she says she's okay.

They must have used
a rocket launcher

to take us down.

How far do you think we are
from those guys who shot it?

Not far enough.

This terrain may
slow 'em down a bit, but...

I guarantee you
they're already on the way.

Well, we're not hanging around
for them to get here.

We need to put some space
between us and this crash site.

Yeah, well...

I guess we better get Kensi
out of there and...

find Deeks some boots.

You could leave that
till morning, if you'd like.

In fact, I would be
more than happy

to have it all
boxed up for you.

Wow.

Yeah.

You should open a museum.

Wow.

It must have been
quite exciting.

The age of secret decoder rings
and lipstick radios.

But seriously, did you

ever use any of this,
or is it just for show?

I'm aware how difficult
this must be for you.

But I also know
you want

what's best for the agency
and this unit.

But while you were
chasing trench coats

and microdots,

the real culprits waltzed
right past your umbrella gun

in a series
of ones and zeroes,

and set up base camp
in your house.

You're just lucky
it wasn't worse.

You've served your country well,
Henrietta.

You should be
proud of that.

But you've earned your rest.

Ow!

Hetty?

You okay?

It's not right.

I know.

We're sorry about all this.

If there's anything we can do.

Oh, well, yes.
You could take this.

Thank you.

So, are you coming or not?

Where are we going?

Someplace safe.

Something's wrong.

I need you to get in touch
with Callen and the team.

The mission went off

like clockwork.

They're probably
having breakfast

on the Carl Vinson as we speak.

I doubt it very much.

What makes you think
something's wrong?

My gut.

You don't last
as long as I have

without listening to it.

Hetty, I'm sure we would have
heard by now

if something was wrong.

Just humor me.

If I'm wrong,

I'll buy you both...

A car?

Dinner.

That was gonna be
my second guess.

Okay.

Come on, Kens.

All right,
hold up. Ready?

All right.

Try now.
Go.

Kens?
No.

I still can't.

Deeks, pull her out.
Pull her out.

Pull her out.
Okay, go.

- Ready?
- Okay, ready.

Ready? One...

two... go!

Come on!

Come on, baby.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait, wait, ow, ow, ow.
Oh-- stop, stop, stop, stop.

What's wrong?
I don't know.

Something's pinching my leg.

Hold on.

All right.

Okay, I'm good. Let's go.

You sure?
Yes, just do it.

Come on, just get
me out of here.

Okay.

On three.
Yep.

One... two...

three!

Come on, baby.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

We're hurting her.
We're hurting her.

Aah! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's okay.

Just relax.

If we dig some dirt

out from
underneath her,

we may be able to
create enough space

for her to
wiggle out.

All right, let's find something
that looks like a shovel.

Okay.

I'm sorry.
You're okay, baby.

It's fine.

We're gonna get you
out of here.

Did you hear that?

How sturdy is
this old boatshed?

Should we be wearing
life jackets, just in case?

Oh geez.

Not you, too?

I'll get the Dramamine.

No. The helo that was
transporting our team--

it sent out a distress call
40 minutes ago,

and then disappeared
off the radar.

Oh, my God.

All right,
keep your eyes closed.

- You okay?
- Yep.

Get me out of here. Oh, ow.

It's shifting. It's shifting.
Ow, ow, ow.

It's shifting. It's shifting.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

We got to shore it up, Deeks.

Ah, son of a...
Come on. Go, go.

I'm slipping!
Go!

I got it, I got it,
I got it, I got it!

Hold on! Push!

How's that?

Good?

I think it's okay.

Good? Kens?

It's settled.

It's all right, Kens.
It's settled.

We're gonna figure this out,
all right?

It's okay.
We got it off, Kensi.

Baby? Baby? Kens?

Guys?

She's cold.

She's got no radial pulse.

Baby.

She's got a carotid.
So, what does that mean?

It means her blood pressure
is dropping.

It means we need to get her
out of here now.

Son of a bitch.

How old was he?

♪ Keep your hurt ♪

I'm sorry?

Your dog.
♪ Keep your pain ♪

I don't have a dog.

♪ Close company now ♪

Is that why you look so sad?

♪ Close company now... ♪

This is my happy face.

Somehow I doubt that.

♪ In a different house ♪

I'm Heather.

♪ With different arms ♪

Well, it's nice to meet you,
Heather.

♪ Around you now ♪

♪ On a different street ♪

And this is where
you tell me your name.

♪ In a different town... ♪

Something tells me you're
not a social butterfly.

More of a moth.

Mm.

Only come out at night,
attracted to the flame.

Yeah, something like that.

♪ That the night comes down ♪

♪ That the night
comes down. ♪

Yeah?

On my way.

The little lady?

If you only knew.

Where's Beale?

Uh, he's in the head.

Eric doesn't do well
on rough water.

We're not on the water.

Mmm, technically,
we are.

In a building.

This is a guy who got sick

in the “Small World” ride
at Disneyland.

So...

So how bad is it?

Oh, I puked
all over Morocco.

With our team.

We haven't heard yet, sir.

Have they initiated a rescue op?

Not yet.

Why the hell not?

The Carrier Task Force

detected multiple
anti-air threats, so...

a helicopter-borne
rescue operation is too risky.

And we've been assured they're
sending a Quick Reaction Force

just as soon as they can secure
enemy air defense.

Do they know our guys
have Asakeem?

Yes, they know.

Now, if we're able
to ping their location

using Callen's sat phone,

we may be able to send them
a drone, provide air support.

We could,
if Hetty or I

were not persona non grata
at this point.

Have any favors left?

Oh, I doubt it.
What about you?

No.

Too much bad juju on this one.

I think we're both untouchable.

What about Duggan?

You're joking, right?

Duggan doesn't have to know

that he's helping us.

But we have to be
back in Ops.

He must have gone
home by now.

Yeah, and our badges
are all locked out now.

Badges?

NELL and ERIC: We don't need
no stinking badges.

Sorry.

You really think
she hurt her neck?

Just a precaution.

Where's the Dash-2?

We have casualties.
I need a Quick Reaction Force.

Copy that.

How bad is it?

Dash-2 helo had to go
back to the ship.

They took
heat, too.

How much time you think we have?

Well, it helps we got
the fire out, but...

They're headed
in the right direction.

Hopefully no locals
saw us go down.

All right. I'll
see if I can find

the fast rope lines
or some chain,

maybe we can Jerry-rig
some sort of block and tackle.

Kens... I promise I'm
gonna get you home. Okay?

I promise.

Oh!

You okay?

Yeah. You okay?

Shh. Yes.

Yeah.

Okay.

Sam!

Hell yeah.

What movie's this?

Who cares?

Say Anything...?

John Cusack?

Never seen it.

How could you never
have seen that?

It's a great movie.
I mean,

it's no Fast Times
at Ridgemont High, but...

Nell. Nell.

God!
Sorry.

Eric!

Security cameras are disabled.

We can turn the power back on.

Okay, but don't do that again.

All right.

Great. Now we have
another problem.

What?

Ops is locked down.
No way to get in.

Can't you override it?
No.

It's a fail-safe room
designed to stay operational

even if the building
is compromised.

Unless... there's a fire.

You can override
the emergency evacuation

protocol if you're inside.
Yeah.

But the minute the
fire alarm goes off,

Duggan will be alerted.

Not if we notify
the fire department

that we're performing some...
after-hours tests?

Nice.

I'll get Hetty and Granger.
Stay here.

Yeah.

Ready, Deeks?

- Yeah, let's do it!
- All right,

try to get it as deep and
as close to her as possible.

Okay.

Go!

Little bit more!

Little more!

Son of a...

Okay, ready?

One, two, three...

It's working!

Okay, baby. Come on.

It's working!
I'm pulling her out!

Come on, baby.
Guys, she's out!

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Guys!

Uh...

It's a open fracture.

Arterial injury.

There should be a med kit
on board. Find it.

Okay. Okay.
Go, go.

She lost about
two liters of blood.

Can we move her?

If there's a spinal injury,
it could make it worse.

We may not have a choice.

And ready.

Lighting it.

Nice.

And the damper?

It's shut.

Ooh!

There we go!
Mm-hmm.

Ha-ha!

Anytime, Beale.

I can't log in.
Duggan's already locked us out.

Swear to God,
I'm gonna kill this guy.

Don't worry.

Nobody puts Beale in a corner.

Nell and I created a backdoor,
just in case.

Okay, are we good?

Yeah. As long as Duggan
and his people don't show up.

Then let's find our people
before they do.

Think we've controlled
the bleeding.

She's still got a carotid,

but it's weak.

I'll stay with her.

You guys should go.

We're not leaving you.
Come on.

We both know, if we all
stay here, we're gonna die.

And I'm cool with that.

I mean, I'm not
cool with that,

but I'm obviously
not gonna leave her.

None of us are.

If she doesn't
have surgery

within six hours,
she's gonna lose this leg.

We're here together.

And what if we don't get help?

Then we give them
one hell of a fight.

We still have Asakeem.

We can use him
as a bargaining chip.

How do you want to play this?

I'll go after Asakeem.

He's got to be headed
back the way we came.

It's best if we stick together.

He may be our only way
out of this, okay?

Kensi's better off
in your hands.

If I don't find him
quickly, I will come back.

There's a ridge, about
two klicks northwest of here.

When we get to high ground,

we'll send in
our new coordinates.

Don't leave without me.

I'll find us
a stretcher.

Okay. I requested
satellite images of the area

under Duggan's name.

What about our drone request?

I'm still waiting for it

to run up the chain
of command for approval.

How long are our people
gonna have to wait

till they get some support?

They can't say, sir.

I'm sorry.

We're trying to
commandeer a drone.

Since when do you
let anyone come in here

and do what
they want?

You barely
listen to me.

I detest the man.

But he's right.

I was at the helm
when we were compromised.

But if you give in

to Duggan, you're saying
you've been bested.

Perhaps I was.
So what?

You have four people missing.

And whose fault is that?

Who cares whose fault it is?

The only thing that matters
right now is finding our team.

This is not the time
for martyrdom, Henrietta.

There'll be plenty of time for
that if we can't get them out.

Hetty!

Leave me alone, Owen!

I don't have anything more
to give you.

I wasn't asking for me.

I was asking for them.

Getting sat photos
of the crash site.

Is that it?

What's left of it.

I don't see anyone.

Maybe they walked away.

That was a rifle.

It's a 5.56 caliber.
That's Callen's.

Would he shoot Asakeem?

Only if he had to.

We need to keep moving.

Got 'em.

Looks like two people.

Can you get any closer?
Yeah.

That's Callen and Asakeem.

Yeah.
Where are the others?

Great question.

There.

It's Kensi.

She's injured.

Looks like Callen is
making his way toward them.

Now, if these are
our people here,

who are they?

A whole lot of trouble.

We got drone approval.

I'll get Granger.

Move!

Go.

G, up here!

Come, come, come!

Go!

Move! Go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go!

Drone footage
coming online now.

And I'm being told
an osprey is

heading towards
our guys.

It'll never
make it in time.

Beale, is that
drone armed?

Yes, sir, but we have no
authority to order a strike.

But Duggan does.
Call it in.

Sir, if we launch

an unauthorized drone strike
on Syrian soil

using Under Secretary
of Defense Duggan's name...

And if we don't,
our people are dead.

Beale.

I've never killed
anyone before.

I'm not asking you
to kill anyone.

But if I request a missile
strike from the drone...

All right, what if we
knock on the roof first?

Detonate ordinance overhead as a
warning. It may scare 'em off.

Hellfire missiles
don't have that capability.

We're gonna need
to put it in close.

What if we target the area
between our guys and them?

If nothing else, it could
buy our people some time.

Mm-hmm.

All right, try it.

But if it
doesn't work,

I'm gonna send these bastards
to hell in a handbasket.

Yes, sir.

Oh!

What the hell was that?

That, my friend,
was a gift!

Call off your men, Asakeem,

or they're all
gonna get killed.

None of us are afraid to die.
Are you?

I mean, I'm not
afraid to die,

but I definitely have
an aversion to it.

Get Kensi out of here!

I think the next one's
gonna be a lot closer.

I'll cover you.

Go, Deeks!

Let's go!

Up, up, up!

Come on, baby.

This is your last
chance, Asakeem.

Rescue aircraft
still several minutes out.

Put it right on top
of 'em, Beale.

Sir...

Do it.

I don't see him.

G!

Callen!

Hello?

You're up late, sir.
Is everything o...

What airstrike?
I didn't call in an airstrike.

Gangway!

Come on, let's go.
O.R.'s ready.

You're gonna have to
wait out here, gentlemen.

No, no, no,
I'm not gonna leave her.

We got her.
Hey. Deeks.

They got this. You'll
only be in the way.

Come on.
Let 'em work.

Cover our tracks
as best you can, Beale.

I can't guarantee
they won't track it back.

We have programs that identify
individual typing patterns.

I can't find Hetty anywhere.

Hetty can take care of herself,
believe me.

We need to get
out of here now.

Okay.

Uh...
Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, good to go.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry!

Open the damn door!

Oh. Sorry.

Uh... it's Hetty.

Where the hell is she?

I don't know.

It's just a bunch
of numbers and letters.

“1D4D52C4.”

Are those coordinates?

I have no idea.

Is that, like,
a code or file name?

Sir?

They're chess moves.

It's one of the oldest
openings in the game.

It's called the Queen's Gambit.

Sacrificing a pawn
to gain an advantage.

Who's the pawn?

Looking for someone?

I should have known
you were behind this.

Behind what?

Don't play stupid.

Go find the others.

There is no one else here.

I don't believe you.

Go.

You are so finished.

You're right.

Oh, it's too late for that.

There's no way you're
getting out of this

by tendering your resignation.

No, no, this is not
a resignation.

This is a confession.

Congratulations.
You found your mole.

You're the mole?

I wish that were true.

But there's no way you're
going to convince me of that.

This is another one of
your Hetty head games.

Everyone else who works here
keeps their jobs.

I did this alone.

You're in no position
to make demands.

And then you will
personally accompany me

back to Washington,

where I will

hand-deliver this
to the Secretary of Defense.

Do you really think
that's going to make

a lick of difference?

It's the principle.

A traitor with principle.
How novel.

There's no one
else here, sir.

That's okay.

We've got what
we came for.

Cuff her.

Is that really necessary?

No.

But do it anyway.

We repaired the damage
to her femoral artery,

and Ortho put an IM rod
in the femur.

She's got good bounding
pedal pulses now.

She going to Landstuhl?

Yes. She needs a head CT
and an MRI,

which we don't have on board.
Is she awake?

She's still in a coma.

We're incorporating
therapeutic hypothermia

to preserve
her brain function.

She's gonna be kept cold
until after neurosurgery.

Assuming she needs it.
Does she need it?

We need the CT and MRI
to say for certain.

Watch your back.

Excuse us.

I'm going with her.

Transport is for
patients and medical staff only.

And we have a full ride
because of the fighting.

I'm her fiancé.
I'm sorry.

Hang in there, Kens.

I gotta get
to Landstuhl.

Deeks, she'll be gone
before we get there.

What the hell?
Why would you say that?

Not “gone” gone.

Look, she'll be
stateside in 24 hours.

These guys don't
mess around.

She'll probably get
home before we do.

Let's go.

Move.

I hope he was
worth it.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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