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♪ They say they're coming
for you but I don't want none ♪

♪ 'Cause I really don't care
and I'm still kinda young ♪

This view is sick!

Yeah.

Wow, you sure know how
to pick a location.

Yeah, we'll have these shots
plastered across the 'Gram

by the end of the week.

So, where do you want me?

Uh, up there,
on the ledge.

That ledge?

Yeah, come on. I've done this,
like, a thousand times.

- Let's go.
- Uh, are you sure this is safe?

You're good.
You're good.

Okay, here?
Yeah.

How long do we have
until security shows up?

Uh, not long at all.
Let's do it.

♪ Rocking jeans from Crossroads
and reading out their Cosmos ♪

♪ If they're looking like
an issue ♪

♪ Wipe them off the windshield ♪
So rad.

♪ Nothing left to lose, I'm
stepping with the same attire ♪

We know you're up here!
You're trespassing,

and the police
have been informed!

I don't see them yet.
MAN (over radio): Copy.

GUARD: Freeze!

What's that
in your hands?

It's just a camera!

Drop it! Now!

(gunshots)
What?

(gunshot)

(screaming)

♪ NCIS: LA 8x05 ♪
Ghost Gun
Original Air Date on October 23, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪
♪

Look, all I'm
saying is

if you're gonna be dropped
in the middle of the ocean,

why not wear a tank
that has air in it?

And not just any tank
but a tank that was

specifically invented
so that you wouldn't drown.

You can use a scuba tank.
That's not for me.

It's not for me either
'cause I'm not gonna be there.

I can think of a million
other things I'd rather do

on a Saturday
than go spearfishing.

You'd eat the fish
if I catch it.

I eat steak.
I've never killed a cow.

I just don't want to mix
scuba tanks and spearfishing.

Why not?

Because when you free dive,

you learn to control
your breathing,

your emotions.

You earn that time
underwater.

And if you can't stay under,
you won't be able to

track that fish
or to get that shot off.

And that white sea bass...
it beat you.

And there it is.

There's what?
(laughs)

I knew you'd have
a philosophy about this.

- Philosophy?
- You know, a set of rules.

Some sort of
Sam Hanna code

as it relates
to catching fish.

I like to think about
the things I do

and the reason I do them.

Hold on, you're telling me
that you have a philosophy

about how and why
you create philosophies?

Maybe I do.
I got a philosophy.

I got a philosophy on
how many episodes

of Magnum, P.I. my mom
should watch in a day.

The answer to that is one.
You know why?

Because five episodes is
far too much 'stache.

Your mom is hilarious.

I saw her yesterday
when we left Kensi.

She does have a very strong
opinion about Magnum.

Strong? Strong!
Mm-hmm.

No, no, no,
it's past strong.

At this point,
she's making cold calls

to see who she can
pitch her reboot idea.

She really wants
to resurrect that 'stache.

Oh, good morning, gents.

Mornin', Nell.

You're needed
up in Ops.

Nell, what's your stance
on Magnum, P.I.?

Um... me?
(phone ringing)

I'm more of
an A-Team girl.

Ooh...
There you go.

That's unfortunate.

Hey, Mom.
MRS. DEEKS: Hey, Marty?

You gotta come
down here right now.

Down where?

The hospital.

What happened?
You hurt?

No, I'm with Kensi.

I'm sorry, there's no cell
phone use in here, ma'am.

I'm on the phone with LAPD.

It's hospital policy.

And this is official
police business.

Why don't you go empty
a bedpan or something.

Oh, don't...
don't say that, Mom.

That's condescending.

He was rude.

And what man becomes
a nurse, huh?

A doctor school dropout,
that's who.

Um, okay, that is sexist
and wrong on so many levels.

Also, it's called
“medical school.”

I swear I heard her
say something, honey.

And she moved her leg.

The doctor says
it's very encouraging.

I also said it may be
as good as it gets.

She said she could make
a complete recovery.

Again, I said “may,”

if it's an incomplete
spinal cord injury.

You've gotta come down here
right away.

I can't, Mom. I'm in the middle
of something right now.

You've gotta be here when
she comes out of her coma.

What if it's like Awakenings?

What?

Robin Williams is
this doctor, Patch Adams,

who brings people out
of their comas.

And they're all happy again

but only for a little while,

until they fall
back asleep.

And then they harvest
their organs.

Okay, listen, here's--

Mom, you're mashing up,
like, ten different movies.

You're not even making...
It doesn't matter.

All right, listen,
I'm gonna come down there

as soon as I can, just...

Just... Okay, I'll come down.

Great, great.
Hurry up, honey.

(sighs)

Was that about Kensi?

Um... yeah.

That was... that was--
God bless her,

that was my mom.

Ah, wonderful woman.

Yeah.

I had a good talk with her
at the hospital.

Well, she thinks that
Kensi's gonna wake up

and everything's
gonna be fine, so...

But you don't?

No, I-I do.

You know,
but I'm also a realist,

and I understand
there's a possibility

that she doesn't wake up.

Or what if she does...

When she does wake up,

what if she needs...
help?

You know, like, what if
she needs a lot of help,

and I don't...
I don't know how to help her?

I wa... I want to be
that guy.

I want to be that guy,
but what if I...

what if I can't do it?

No, that won't happen.

Because you're going
to give her

everything she needs
to get better.

Everything.

Okay.

Go to the hospital.

I don't have to go
to the hospital.

I can stay here,
I can work.

Yes, you can.

But you don't have to.

Okay.

Thank you for that.

Thank you, Hetty.

NELL:
Early this morning,

Navy Machinist Mate First Class
Brandon Noah

was shot to death
on this roof downtown.

GRANGER: Noah's division has
a high security clearance.

They've been working on
a classified drone project

for the Los Angeles
Air Force Base at El Segundo.

Do we have any footage
of the shooting?

No. It's an old building
used for weekly rentals,

so no cameras.
Who called it in?

Two people witnessed the
shooting from another building.

They were too far away
to see the shooter's face,

but they could tell
it was a man.

And what do we know
about the victim?

Brandon has
no family in town,

but he does live
with a roommate--

a Reggie Tiller,
in West L.A.

You two head downtown
to the crime scene.

I'll take Jones with me
to talk to the roommate.

On it.
Got it.

Mm-hmm.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

These two break into buildings,

sneak up on top of rooftops

and take photos.
I don't get it.

It's called rooftopping.

Rooftopping?

Yeah. They want
to take skyline photos

where they get higher
and closer to the edge

than anyone else has.

Let me guess-- you're sponsored
by Best Buy and REI

for next year's
Rooftopping Games.

Nah. Not interested,
not at all.

I don't know if I'd buy that.

Well, I may take
some pretty good pics,

but I'm not going
onto any ledges for any.

What do you got?

.357 Magnum.

Three shell casings.

All right, so...

probably came in this door.

There's a struggle.

Shooter got a shot off.

Next two killed Noah.

There's nothing to explain how
or why the fight started.

Or who the shooter is.

Crankset from a bike.

It's got blood on it.

That's an interesting
choice of weapon.

My money says
the prints are Noah's,

the blood's the shooter's.

Yeah, so...

the shooter
chases Noah upstairs,

he uses the crankset
to defend himself.

Maybe.
Mmm.

Or Noah's the attacker,

someone shot him
to defend themselves.

We need to find out
where this fight started.

(sighs)
I can't believe he's gone.

We're very sorry.

Did you find the guy
that shot him?

Not yet.
But we just...

Uh... I know who killed him.

Well, who's that?

Uh, this muscle-bound roid rager

that worked at the base
with Noah.

And why would he have
killed Noah?

'Cause he said he would.

We were right there,
inside, one night,

when this dude
came banging on our door,

yelling at Noah,
telling him to come out

so he could
tear him apart.

Was never a fan of bars
on our windows until that night.

What's this guy's name?
Uh,

Lott, I think.

Neil Lott.
He's a defense contractor.

Okay.

Just have the car towed
if it's bothering you.

It's not bothering me.

Clearly.

I just want to know
whose car this is.

Yeah. Yeah?

Nothing. I was just wondering
if there was

a “someone's in
my parking space” philosophy.

Well, I can't say
that I was shocked

when you called.

Um, you fit in very well
here in L.A.

I don't know
that I fit in anywhere,

but the sun suits me.

Aha.

Thank you, Hetty. Without
your recommendation, I...

I wouldn't even be in the
running for this ATF job.

Well, you're welcome.

But it looks to me...

as if this recommendation
from your former commander

at the Chicago PD helped.

I owe both of you.

I mean, if I get the job,
I'll owe both of you.

And where do you stand
with that?

Mmm... my, uh... application
is still pending.

Your status as a Special Deputy
U.S. Marshal

looks to be still valid

from the Chicago
Task Force.

It is.

Well, my team
has needs

from time to time.

Would you be available?

Would you be paying me?

Yeah.

Then I'm available.

That's wonderful.

Just stop already;
you're embarrassing yourself.

I'm just trying to help.

I don't think there's parking on
that side of the street today.

You should probably
go check.

I'm cool.

Hey.

Hello.

Hi, Sam.
Hey.

Hetty asked me
to help out today.

Mm.

Uh...

you wouldn't happen to drive
a silver Mustang, would you?

Uh, yeah. It's new.

Do you like it?

Yeah, Sam. Do you like it?

It's great.

It's really great.

Callen, Hetty wanted us
up in Ops.

And she wanted to speak
to you, Sam.

She's in her office.

Okay.

Did I park in Sam's spot?

Nah.

We don't really have, uh,
assigned spaces here.

Mom.

Oh, finally.

You're smoking?
What are you doing?

I'm dying...
from being worried sick.

That's what I'm doing.

- Okay. Just stop.
- That's what I'm... doing.

You know, I just can't
take this anymore.

You and Kensi and this whole
secret agent thing.

All right.

It's just too much.
No. We're not secret...

My son and his fiancée
are secret agents.

Wow. Nope.

Kensi is a
special agent,

not a secret agent,
which is fortunate,

considering you just told
a group of strangers.

Also,

technically,
I am a cop.

Yeah, well, technically,
you could still get shot

every time you step
out the door.

Well, people die stepping
in the shower.

Not from people shooting
at them.

Actually, I've seen a couple
of those, too.

Martin! Really?!

You wanna grab your purse?
Yeah, grab my purse.

Come on, let's go!
I'll grab it, that's fine. Okay.

HETTY:
I made a deal

with the Secretary of Defense.

I figured you did.

It allows us to continue
to work together.

But this deal comes
with a firm expiration date.

We need to find that mole.

How long do we have?

83 days and counting.

Our ex-colleague,

Carl Brown,

is being incarcerated
at the federal prison

at Terminal Island.

He said he was the mole.

That he'd been working right
here under our noses

the whole time.

Do you believe that?

No.

I believe he was working
for someone way smarter,

more connected,
much more dangerous.

I agree.

Hmm.

Go to Terminal Island.

Get him to talk.

Copy that.

Sam.

He must tell you everything
he knows about the mole.

I understand.

The prints on the crankset
did belong to the victim,

Brandon Noah, but the
blood on it was not his.

ANNA: Guess bike riding on rooftops
is more popular here

than it is in Chicago.

Is this model widely available?

Actually,
the opposite.

This crankset
was made

by a company called
Nakahamo Racing.

They only sell their parts
through one store

in Southern California,

I. Martin Bicycles.

NELL: We also got a location
on Neil Lott, the man

that threatened Noah.

Sam and I'll take Neil Lott.

Should I go with you guys?

Or look into the bike shop?

Actually, it's just you and
Callen speaking to Neil Lott.

Hetty already sent Sam
to Terminal Island

to interview Carl Brown.

I feel bad for Carl Brown.

Me, too.

I don't.

I hope Sam sticks him
with a needle in his neck.

Okay.

Granger and I'll check
the bike shop.

Looks like it's you and me.

(lock buzzes)

(door shuts)

(table scraping)

How you doing, Carl?

I don't know why
you came out here, Sam.

I didn't talk with those goons
at the dog park,

and I'm not
saying anything now.

I just asked you
how you're doing.

Good.

It's good to know life
in here suits you.

What do you want?

You know what I want.

Hetty still got you all
chasing your tails.

(chuckles)

You know I'm the mole.

It was me.

No one else.

Money.

Ideology.

Coercion.

Ego.

Which one of these did they use
to get you to work for them?

I wasn't working for anyone.

This wasn't about money for you.

It wasn't about
ideology, either.

Oh.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

It wasn't a fling.

It was more.

Deeper?

(exhales)

She cared for you.

You cared for her.

Mmm.

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

Yeah, I'm
probably wrong.

I... I get on
these tangents.

Whoa.

Anyway, I, uh...

checked out your visitors
logs and your call logs.

Nothing.

So, if I was right

and you threw away your
life for this woman

who loved you so
deeply, then for sure

she would have tried to
make contact with you.

But nothing.

Nothing.

(grunts)

(exhales,
grunts)

So, Neil Lott's
a CrossFit junky?

Yeah.

If tire flipping makes it
into the Olympics,

he'll be ready to go.

Did you find a place
to live yet?

I Airbnb'd a place

for a couple weeks while I
figure out where I want to live.

What's to figure out?

You live close
to where you work.

ATF is in, uh, Glendale?

It is. But... no.

No, I'm not choosing where
I live based on where I work.

What are you talking about?

My life isn't ruled by my job.

No, in L.A., it is dictated
by traffic patterns.

One of the best things

about L.A. is its
diverse topography.

Yeah,
like freeway overpasses.

(laughs)

Like beaches, canyons,
downtown high-rises.

Wanna try them all.

I just have to pick
one to start at.

You ask me,

Glendale near
the ATF building:

world-class topography.

I'm actually leaning
towards the beach.

You can lean
all you want.

But a couple weeks
of that commute,

you're going to wish
you'd taken my advice.

Good old Glendale.

Hmm.

This... isn't
weird, is it?

Me working
part-time here?

No.

No, it's not weird.

And you're...

I mean... you are...

Happy that you moved to L.A.

Okay.

Very good.

Hey, we're with

the Naval Criminal
Investigative Service,

here to ask you
a few questions today.

I'm Special Agent Jones.

This is
Assistant Director Granger.

My name is Rex.

And your first name is?

Her first name is Special.

Oh.

Um... do you recognize this?

Sure, it's a crankset
from Nakahamo Racing.

The best.

Well, depends on
what your needs are.

But for performance, this is it.

Do you ride?

GRANGER:
No, she doesn't.

I don't.

Did this come from your shop?

Probably, uh,
but this one's cracked.

Look at the... the chainring
and spider.

NELL:
Oh, yeah. I can see that.

If this came through our shop,
it was probably a service job

and we replaced the part.

Okay, um, what do you do
with broken parts?

Toss 'em out back.

We've got a bin of junk parts
that maybe we can use for later.

You have a security camera
that covers that area?

Yeah.

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

Yeah?

ERIC:
Sam, I think I found something.

What do you got, Eric?

The wound on Carl Brown's arm
was caused by an altercation

in the mess hall yesterday.

Another inmate attacked Brown
with an improvised weapon.

A guard saw the inmate
pull the weapon,

ran over and tackled him.

What's the name of the inmate
that attacked him?

Vincent Garvey.

Six cameras--
four in the shop, two outside.

Nice setup.

Did it myself.

And where is
the footage stored?

On a hard drive
locked up in the back.

Do you mind
if we take that hard drive,

just for, like,
a day or two?

REX: Sure.
Maybe when you

bring it back, we could
grab a beer or something.

Just get the hard drive.

Yes, sir.
Excuse me.

Head him off outside.

Federal agent!
Stop right there!

I said Fe...

Nice shot, Granger.

Well, a bat's better...

but a tire'll do in a pinch.

(laughs)

So, he was stealing parts,
taking cash from service jobs.

He thought we had caught him
on surveillance footage.

(sighs) Everyone
always thinks

it's about them.
Mm-hmm.

- Did you get the hard drive?
- Yep.

Let's get out of here.
Mm-hmm.

Let's talk soon...

Special Agent Jones.

Okay.

No, man. Me and Brandon
were all good.

So the whole “standing
outside his condo

yelling 'I'm gonna kill you'”
thing was just...?

Was just convincing, I guess.

Look, I loaned Brandon
five grand when his house

had a mole problem and he had
to get it taken care of fast,

He told me he was
gonna pay me back in a month,

and he never did.
I just wanted my money.

And you got it?

Most of it.
A couple months ago,

he started paying me
$500 a week.

We were gonna
be square soon.

A couple grand a month
is a lot of money on his salary.

You didn't ask
where he was getting it?

No. But Brandon was
a stand-up dude.

ERIC:
Hey, Callen,

if Brandon did take another job,

he must have been paid cash
under the table.

There's no record
of him working anywhere

except the Air Force base
in El Segundo.

Whatever Brandon was doing
to make that money,

it could be what got him killed.

But we have no idea
who he was working for.

Actually, Anna,
I may have something.

Last week Brandon's pickup truck
got a parking citation

in an industrial area
off of Pico.

So I cross-referenced
all the businesses in the area

with those that would need
to hire a machinist

of Brandon's ability,
and there's only one--

ZK's Custom Auto.

Nice moves, Eric.

Hmm. Thank you, Lady Anna.

But it gets even better.

The business is
a custom auto parts fabricator,

and it's owned by this woman.

Beth Kelley.

And she's earned
her scout badges for extortion

and drug smuggling.

I sent the address to your phones.
Thanks, Eric.

I'd bet
that Kelley's

manufacturing more
than just auto parts.

Say Brandon Noah's clean.

He finds out Kelley's running
an illegal side business--

Kelley has to silence him.

But we know that
the shooter was a man.

Sounds like we need to see who
else works at that auto shop.

DEEKS:
Color seems better--

I mean, that seems
like good news, right?

She's improving.
She's been...

opening up her eyes,
saying a word or two.

Still disoriented,
but...

these are good signs.
Baby, can you

open your eyes for me?

We use what's called
the Glasgow

Coma Scale, or GCS,

to assess a patient's level
of consciousness.

Kensi was an eight out of 15
when she got here.

Today she's a 12.

That's a 50% improvement,
which is significant.

Hear that, baby? You're a 12.

I mean, Beale's a six,
and he runs Ops.

You're gonna be fine.

MRS. DEEKS: She's in a coma, Martin.
You really think

this is the time
for making jokes?

Uh, yeah, Mom, I do, because
it's scientifically proven

that laughter is
the best medicine.

Yeah, well,
nobody's laughing.

Well, maybe I gotta
up the dosage.

(chuckles)
Oh, see?

She thinks it's hysterical.

Actually, while
you're here, Doc,

maybe you could explain to her
the health hazards of smoking.

Don't get smart.

Are you a smoker?

No.
Say what?

I've just been under
a... lot of stress.

Mmm.
I'm gonna call Kensi's mom

and give her an update.
Uh,

you'll have to take that outside.
I've seen doctors

in here on their phones
all the time.

Mom,

come on.

All right. I'll
take it outside.

Great. You can
grab a cigarette

while you're out there.

(chuckles softly)
You know...

and people ask me
why I only have one child.

Okay, that's hurtful.
And unnecessary.

I'm sorry.
That's a lot to process.

What can I do?
What can I be doing now?

Being here.
Talking to her, touching her.

I personally think
it can only help them

find their way back to us.

I'll do it.

Thank you, Doc.

Okay, baby,

you heard her.

Now's the time, baby--
you got to come back to me.

There it is.

Got it. Rewinding.

Hmm. That's Brandon Noah.
Yeah.

The way the van lands, there's
no way to see the plates.

Mmm.

Hmm. Brandon was
just defending himself.

Mmm.

Hey, can we get a clear shot

of this guy's face?

Yeah, but it's
gonna be difficult.

Motion blur, the hoodie--
but I'm on it.

(lock buzzes)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Who are you?

Just a guy that can get you
out of isolation

for an hour more a week.

Out on the yard?

Sure.

But still alone.

That's the best deal
I heard in a while.

What do you want to know?

Who put out a hit
on Carl Brown?

What makes you think there's
a price on that fat slob's head?

'Cause you probably spent
the whole night

turning your toothbrush
into a spike to kill him.

And you figure my time,
it's a... valuable commodity.

Who wants him dead?

Word hit the yard
that whoever did him,

they'd get 50 stacks
sent to their family.

I don't know who was gonna pay.

So you were gonna take
Carl Brown out and just...

hope the rumors were true and
your family would get the money?

I don't know you, and
I just took your word

I was gonna get an extra
two hours a week in the yard.

Were you lying?

No.

And it was one hour a week.

One.

(exhales)

Man's gotta try.

You should know...

50K's a lot of money,
but to men in here...

men... who have screwed up
in every way

with their families...

that 50K represents a
chance at redemption.

Maybe forgiveness.

If it's not me,
it'll be someone else.

Carl Brown's
not gonna see next week.

CALLEN:
Remember...

distract them.

Don't shoot them.

Here we go.

I don't always shoot people.

(sighs)

Hello?

Can anyone help me?

Hey. I'm Ricky.
What can I do for you?

ANNA (over radio): Well, Ricky,
take a look at my whip.

What do you see?

Pretty much a...

brand-new, high-end Mercedes.

Hmm. Me, I see my ex's car.

And I want you to do
something memorable to it--

like, um,

take off the roof,
cut the doors.

I don't know, I'm
not a professional.

You are.

Any ideas, Ricky?

Uh, I-I have some,
but that's... not what

we really do here.

We make custom parts.

High-performance stuff.

Transmissions, exhaust,

high-end restorations.

I...

don't know what
those words mean.

Anyways, can you...
take off the roof?

(electric tool whirring)

(low, indistinct chatter)

CALLEN: Anna, looks like
they're manufacturing

completed lower receivers
for AR-15s.

They got three other bogies
working in the back.

What a fascinating job
you have, Ricky.

I love men that can, you know,

make things.

Well, that's good
for the both of us.

Hey, I need to use the bathroom,
but when I'm back,

how about you and I take a ride?

I'm down for that.

It's, uh, right back there.

Mm. We can grab lunch

or, um, do something else.

Well, I'm not hungry.

(laughs)

Uh, I'll meet you by my car.

Go on.

There's a private office.

I'm going to check it out.

There's no movement back here.

If they're making fully
assembled ARs, I don't see 'em.

Callen, I was able to clean up
the image of the shooter.

I'm running him
through facial rec now,

but here's his photo.

(electronic ding)

Yeah, I got him.

The shooter's in the back.

Granger and Nell are en route.

I think I know what Brandon Noah
saw that got him killed.

They've got crates
of AR-15s back here.

(gun chamber clicks)
Pull that gun out, Missy.

It'd sure make a nice
field test for my ARs.

Why the hot ones
always got to be crazy?

CALLEN:
Anna?

Anna?

Who are you working for?

No one.

I'm just a girl
looking to deface

her ex-boyfriend's Mercedes.
(groans)

(groaning)
BETH: I'm not really known

for my sense of humor.

Violence is more my thing.

ANNA:
That's a shame.

We're here, Callen.
Where do you want us?

Enter through the front

and draw their fire.

I'll come in from behind.

GRANGER: Copy that.
BETH: Think we need

to take a ride
out to the desert.

See how long you last
inside a shipping container

before you tell me
who you really are.

Federal agents!

(groaning)

(rapid gunfire,
glass breaking)

(groans)

(groans)

(groans)

(Anna grunts, Beth groans)

(both groaning)

(groans loudly)

(both groaning)

Stay down.

(groans)
(groaning, panting)

(groaning and panting)

(Beth groans loudly)
ANNA: See?

I told you I don't
always shoot them.

(panting)

(handcuffs clicking)

So, one of the machinists

working with Brandon said
he had no idea

Beth was making fully-completed
lower receivers here.

ANNA:
Every other part

she needed to make AR-15s
can be purchased online.

Fully automatic,
untraceable ghost guns

being made in a garage
in the Valley.

Wonderful.

Brandon must have found out

about their illegal side
business, so he killed him.

Gave his life
to pay back a debt.

That was a pretty
good first day.

Thank you.

Does that mean
you'll have me back?

Maybe.

(garbled radio transmission)

Maybe?

That's high praise coming
from Granger Danger.

I'd take the “maybe”
and run with it if I were you.

Okay. (laughs)

Let's get out of here.

Buying Brent's
if anyone's hungry.

Ooh. Hot mustard
on mine, please.

What's Brent's?
Brent's?

It's heaven!
Just get in the car.

So much to teach you.
(laughs)

(sighs)

(distant, indistinct shouting)

You know...

this isn't a new story.

You're not the first.

There's nothing
to be ashamed of.

Men have been doing
stupid stuff

'cause of beautiful
women for a long time.

It's not like that.
Then what's it like?

She loves you, you love her, and
together you two hatch a plan

to kill the people
you work with?

Nah.

I think it was all her.

Her ideas.

Her plans.

She's playing you.

No.

How were you supposed to know

that they were gonna take the
information that you stole

and use it to target
people you work with?

How would you know that?

The people that were targeted
deserved to be targeted.

My son deserved to be targeted?

My 17-year-old son?

What did he do?

Nah.

Nah.

(sighs)

You're not gonna brush
this one off that easy.

You tell me

that everyone that was targeted
deserved to be targeted.

Tell me why he deserved that.

He was born your son.

You know...

for me...

for me to come in here,

I told myself
that you didn't know

that someone was using
the information in my file

to target my son.

I told myself all
of this because...

...if you did know

that they were gonna
take that information

and put my family in danger...

...then I might have
to kill you myself.

Remember, Sam,
we worked together for years.

I know who you are,

the lines you won't cross.

And killing an unarmed man
in a prison--

that's one of those lines.

Yeah.

You're probably right.

Besides...

who needs $50,000 anyway?

Let someone
else earn it.

W-Wait.
What are you talking about?

Why do you think a
guy you've never met

tried to gut you with a spike?

Hmm?

There's money on my...?

Someone's gonna get...?

I need protection.

Solitary.

Um...

Who do you think put
this price on your head?

Oh.

She doesn't look so
pretty now, does she?

You, Carl Brown,

are what they call a loose end.

What's her name?

Natalie Grant.

Well, looks like
we've got someone to find.

Thanks, Sam.

Good work.

So, with you on this extended
hospital stay-cation,

I've had a lot of
free time at the house.

Gets pretty lonely,

although most of the
time I spent dating.

But I did have a chance
to clean out the garage.

And so I came up with
a list in my note section

of things we could
possibly use the garage for.

In no particular order,

number one-- Airbnb.
Hmm? Little extra income.

Think that's a good idea.

Number two-- man cave.

If you don't say no,
that means yes.

Perfect.

Number three-- nursery.
If we ever have kids,

we could always, you know,
stick the kids out there.

We'd obviously get one of
those monitors or whatever

so we can make sure they're
not eating the dog food,

but I Th...
(murmuring)

What?

Mm.

Hey... Hey. Hey.

Open your eyes.

You just... you
just said s...

There you go.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look at me.
Welcome back.

What?
Hey.

Hey. Look at you.

There she is.

(murmuring)

Baby, it's me. It's Deeks.

(sighs)

You're in the...
you're in the hospital

at, uh... in Los Angeles.

You were in a helicopter crash.

Do you remember any of that?

We were in Syria.

It's okay.
No, it's okay.

You were banged up.
That's a... that's a scar,

but you're
doing much...

Here, let me
see your hand.

Let me see.

Okay. Yeah. Can you
squeeze that hand for me?

Big squeeze, big squeeze,
big squeeze for...

There. There it is.
Look at that.

Kung fu grip. You could kill
a tiger with that.

That's amazing. All right.

Left hand.
Same thing.

We're gonna do the same thing
with this left hand.

Just a big squeeze
with that left hand.

Just give me what you got
with that left, just a...

Just a little
squeeze in there.

Baby, that's okay.

You're back. We just
got to be patient.

You got to be a
patient patient, right?

Look at me. Look at me.
Hey, it's okay.

Look at me. Hey,
don't worry about that.

Look at me.
It's okay.

You're up, you're awake.

Don't worry about this.

This is gonna be fine,
I promise you.

You're back. That's
all that matters.

No, no. No tears.

You don't have to cry.
This is...

Baby, this is beautiful.
This is good.

This is a big...
this is a big deal.

You're okay. Hey. Hey, look at me.
(groans softly)

I love you.

I love you. Welcome back.

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