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My mother worked
for the CIA.

Forgive me.

Pavel Volkoff,
my protégé.

He's a good man.

Can you help us?

There's a "man of interest"
to us in Los Angeles.

What's this man's name?

Artem Fedor.

Artem Fedor?

You had a sister.

What happened to her?

We used to sneak out,
down to the river.

It swept her away.

And she was buried
with my name...

Hannah Lawson.

Do you know who I am?
I think so.

The reasons matter.
To me, they matter.

Then I will tell it to you all
another time, everything.

Here you are.

Thank you, Jason.
You're welcome.

I thought you were
quitting, Mary.

Last pack, I promise.

I'm pretty sure that's what
you said about the last one.

And the one before that.

And the one before that, yes.

Don't you have any other
customers to take care of?

Well, yeah, I do,
but you're my favorite.

Hey, spare some
change, lady?

Yes, I think I have
a few quarters.

Quarters? I look like
a parking meter?

Come on, give me cash.
Oh!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- What?

Get out of here, man.

Leave her alone.
What are you doing? Stop.

- I wanted to... Just want...
- No. What are you...

Leave her alone, man.

Come on, come on.
Just get moving.

I'm sorry, Mary.
Are you okay?

Oh...

Yes, thank you, Jason.
Thank you.

Well, don't worry
about the bill, okay?

It's on the house.
Okay.

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Just promise me that
you're gonna restrain

yourself this year,
okay, that's all.

Restrain myself-- what
are you talking about?

Last Thanksgiving,
you cooked three turkeys,

ha-half a ton
of mashed potatoes,

and enough gravy to drown a horse.

I was in a tryptophan coma
for two days.

It wasn't the tryptophan.
It was a hangover.

- Ooh.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, you care to join me
for Thanksgiving?

It looks like I may
have an opening.

Now you're trying to replace me?
I would love to,

but my mom
and Mrs. Deeks will be

cooking Thanksgiving dinner,

so it's just the four of us.

Fun.
Just the four of you?

That sounds nice.

Please, you couldn't
do Thanksgiving without me.

I'm family.
I'm Uncle Callen.

Yeah, well, you keep
complaining about the food,

and Uncle Callen's gonna
get drowned in that gravy.

I miss this, you guys.
I really miss this.

You'll be back in no time.
just keep at it.

Yeah.

Speaking of which,

I should get back to my first
torture session of the day.

Who you torturing today?

Oh, ho, ho, wow.
That's the best you got?

I'm off my game.

We need you back.

Damn right you do.

All right.

Stay safe.

See you boys later.

Morning, fellas.

Morning.
Good morning.

So do either of you
recognize this guy?

Artem Fedor.

The man, the mystery.

Our Russian contact,
Pavel Volkoff, had us

apprehend him here in L.A.

In turn,
he helped us break

Arkady out of
prison in Russia,

but that was months ago.

Well, Fedor's
finally talking and

he's got one hell of a story.

In exchange for transfer
to minimum security,

Fedor claims he has information
on an assassination.

Meet Mary Reynolds.

She's a retired dialect coach
from Studio City.

Dialect coach?

Not your typical target
for an assassin.

Fedor thinks someone
wants to kill this woman?

Oh, according to him,
someone already has.

Mary Reynolds has been
at St. Anne's Hospital

for the past four days
with a mysterious ailment.

As we speak, her blood's being
tested for poisons.

So how do we figure into this?

Granger wants you to talk to
Mary, see if she knows anything.

Granger doesn't want us
interrogating Fedor?

Actually, Deeks and Eric are
already there.

I'm sorry, Eric?

Because he's the one
who took Fedor down,

he claims to have
a unique insight

into what makes him tick.

He three a flash ring
at the guy.

He didn't do a psych profile.

Oh, but he did.

And it's 17 pages long.

I think by page five,
Granger just wanted him

to get out of here.

Well, Fedor's in prison.

How much trouble
can Eric get into?

Mr. Fedor, Artem.

Do you mind if
I call you Artem?

I'm, uh, Detective Deeks,
LAPD, and this is, um...

I think he knows who I am.

Who is he?

Wise guy, huh?

Maybe this will jog your memory.

Whoa!
Is that a grenade?

All right, come on.
Excuse me for a second.

What are you doing, man?

How did you even
get this in here?

Wait, no, no,
it's fake, see?

- Jelly beans.
- Okay.

I don't care, you don't
bring a grenade,

real or fake, into
an interrogation.

What is wrong with you?

My psych profile says
Fedor responds well

to intimidation.

We don't need to intimidate him.
You want to know why, Beale?

- Why?
- Because he's cooperating.

He called us, remember?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah.

Guess I kind of built
this moment up in my head

for a long time.

Just got a little...
Crazy.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Sorry.
Sorry, Fedor.

It was a joke, okay?
I remember you.

For reals?
Yeah.

I guess it's true
what they say, huh?

Game recognizes game.

Uh, jelly bean?
Stop that.

Okay.
So, um,

now that we've hit reset
and we're all besties,

tell me about
Mary Reynolds.

Why would someone
want to target her?

Yeah.
I don't know.

Okay, come on, Artem.
if you want that transfer,

we're gonna need
more than that.

A lot more.
Beale!

Sorry.
Listen.

All I do know is
I was hired

by someone in the Russian FSB--
the secret service--

to find a woman
names Katerina Polunin.

Now, I discovered she goes
by the name of Mary Reynolds,

but before I could
track her down,

you shot me.

Stop pacing.

You've been in prison
since February,

so how did you know
she was targeted?

I received
a phone call yesterday.

They said my job
had been canceled.

Katerina had been
neutralized.

That's all they said.

I don't know who
this woman is,

but there are some very
powerful people in the FSB

looking for her.

That's interesting.

I'll call Sam.

I don't understand.
My mother's name came up

in some investigation?

What does that mean?

Well, we're not
exactly sure yet.

Has she been able to speak?

We'd like to ask her
a few questions

Oh, you can try, but

she's been so weak, sometimes
she doesn't even recognize me.

Alexandra...

Please, call me Alex.
Alex...

Your mother, was she born
in the United States?

Yeah, she was born
here in Los Angeles.

Don't you guys
have databases

for that information?

Just double-checking.

You notice anything
out of the ordinary recently?

Had she been
acting differently?

Uh...

Well, besides the fact
that we're talking again, no.

We, uh, had a falling out
years ago.

This was gonna be our first

Thanksgiving in years.

Oh, damn it!

I got to go.

I'm working a lunch shift today.

Hey, uh, I'll be
back later, okay, Mom?

I'll bring you a slice
of cherry pie, huh?

It's her favorite.

Uh, excuse me.

Dr. Reuben, extension 2219.

Dr. Reuben,
extension 2219.

Mary.

Mary, can you hear me?

Katerina...

Maybe Fedor's telling the truth.

Not just about her name.

Nell just sent me
a message.

Blood tests are in.

They found polonium-210.

FSB's poison of choice.

That's what they used
to kill Litvinenko in 2006.

She doesn't have long, G.

So, Callen and Sam
checked out Mary--

sorry, Katerina's house,

and detected
radiation signatures

in her bedroom
and her bathroom.

So she was poisoned at home.

Actually, those signatures
are more likely the results

of polonium excreted
through her sweat.

If you really want to
kill someone with Po-210,

you got to inhale it
or ingest it.

Checked out her
credit card statements,

and every afternoon,
Katerina would stop by

this bakery for a Danish
and a cup of tea.

This was six days ago.

First, this homeless man
distracts her,

and then, watch this
sleight-of-hand swap.

Cigarettes--
is nothing safe?

I.D.'s on these two guys?

Well, you can't see their faces,
but check out this guy's hand.

He's got tattoos of
crosses on his knuckles.

Means he spent time
in a Russian prison.

Okay, I'm gonna go talk
to the waiter.

Maybe he's seen
these guys before.

And we should definitely check
for a radiation trail.

I mean, chances are anything
the assassin touched

will have a signature on it.

We should check--
Oh, 'cause you want to

come with me.

No, that seems like
a good idea.

I just thought that
Granger had mentioned,

prior to this, that he maybe
wanted to get out of the office.

Oh, well, Granger is
out of the office.

He's out of the office all day.

That's interesting,
he's out a lot lately.

Where is Granger?

This may come
as a surprise to you,

but Granger doesn't really
share things with me.

Not surprising.

Hmm. So, you and me?

Yeah, let's uh...

let's saddle up,
shall we, pardner?

And this pains me

to even have to say,
but no grenades.

They were jelly beans.

So, we didn't find any
more cigarettes inside.

NEST team's on its
way to secure the scene.

Good.

You want to talk about it?

Whatever's bothering you.

You've been quiet
since the hospital.

I don't know, it's just
something about the way

Katerina looked at me.

It was like she...

I don't know.
Forget about it.

Wish I could.

Radiation poisoning's
a bad way to go.

Whoever she is,

she didn't deserve this.

- Go ahead, Nell.
- Hey, guys.

So I found Katerina Polunin.

She was born in Moscow in 1964,

and lived there until
she vanished in 1988.

So let me guess.

That's when Mary Reynolds
popped up in L.A.

And you guessed right.

All right.

Let us know
if you find anything else.

Will do.

Okay, so in 1988, Katerina
fled the Soviet Union

to start a new life in L.A.

Why?

And is that why she was targeted
all these years later?

I have a theory.

First we have to talk
to someone.

And I don't think
you're gonna like it.

I was wondering why I hadn't
seen Mary in almost a week.

And you think
someone did this to her?

We think a customer
may be involved.

Have you seen somebody
here with, um...

these tattoos?

No.

No, I don't think so.

What about the homeless guy

you threw out that morning?

Him?

Yeah, I-I think he lives
in the alley around the block.

Usually harmless, though.

Except for that day.

Oh, uh, your partner,
does he have to do that?

He's bothering
the customers.

Oh, yeah, sorry about
that, I'll take care of it.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah.
Hey, um,

is Mary gonna be all right?

She's at St. Anne's Hospital.

I'd visit her.

Ladies, relax.

You probably get more radiation
from your tanning beds.

This is natural, jerk.

Let's go, Portia.

Wow.

Refresh my memory from ten
minutes ago, but didn't you

say you were
gonna be discreet?

Deeks, this table is hot.

Agreed, but is it radioactive?

Well, not as much
as the cigarette.

Found it on the sidewalk.

Unfortunately,
that's all I that I found.

Trail's gone cold, pardner.

Maybe not.

Follow me, kemosabe.

Doesn't look like
anybody's home.

Yeah, but our
assassin has been here.

Picking up some radiation.

Yeah, I'm picking up something.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
it's coming from right here.

Beale, no, don't,
wait a minute, Beale...

Hmm. Huh.

Dead homeless guy?

Yeah.

Dead homeless guy.

Wow, she's very beautiful.

Is she single?

Do we look like
a match-making service?

Arkady, you helped a
lot of Soviet refugees

find a home here in L.A.

Is it possible

that you helped Katerina
settle here back in '88?

Like you say,
I helped many people.

This is a waste of time.
No, I'm sorry.

It was long time ago.

My memory is not
so good anymore.

Besides, it's not me
you should be asking.

I only handled things
on this end.

In Russia,

it was all him.

As far as we know,
he fled his farmhouse

when we burned it in February.

So unless you know
how to contact him....

Guys?

LAPD just responded
to Saint Anne's Hospital.

Shots fired in Katerina's room.

We're on our way.

You don't remember Katerina?

Maybe she remembers you.

You're coming with us.

By the time we arrived
on the scene, it was all over.

One suspect escaped,
another one dead.

Both of them were armed.

No tattoos.

What happened to the patient,
Mary Reynolds?

They moved her to another
room so we could work the scene.

Looked in bad shape, though.

Doctor doesn't think
she'll wake up.

What a shame.
I make trip for nothing.

Good luck, my friends.

Hold on, Arkady.

If LAPD didn't shoot this guy,

who did?

That would be
suspect number three.

When we got here, he was just
standing over the body.

Didn't say a word.

Just dropped his gun
and surrendered.

We ran his prints, but it's
like the guy doesn't exist.

You sure this is how
you want to handle this?

Why, you don't think
he should be in that room?

G, I'm not saying that I have a
problem putting him in there

the guy did just kill someone,
I'm saying

maybe you shouldn't
interrogate your own father.

I have questions, Sam.

Had 'em for a long time.

And you will get your answers,
Mr. Callen.

But right now, we have a

case to solve.

I understand that
this is personal.

I know how to do my job, Hetty.

I don't even know
what to call you.

Garrison?

Konstantin?

Nikita?

Father?

Not yet.

Come to town, you don't want
to call your own son, huh?

Grisha.

In Russia, I made you a promise.

The reasons.

I will tell you.

You can tell me
whatever you want.

Will it be the truth?

I don't know.

'Cause the truth is
I don't know anything about you.

I don't know who you are.

So why don't we start
with what I do know.

1988, you helped a woman,
Katerina Polunin,

escape from the USSR.

Now, 28 years later, you're
found in her hospital room,

standing over a man
you just killed.

Who was he?

He was sent by an FSB Officer
named Pavel Volkoff.

You know him.

He's helped us in the past.

For a price, I'm sure.

It may not have seemed it at the
time, but trust me when I say,

you paid too much.

What does he want?

The usual.

Power, money.

As a young KGB Officer,

Volkoff embezzled millions.

He hid that money in an
account in his mistress' name.

Katerina.

So she stole the money
from Volkoff.

Affairs are a messy business.

But then,
so was the Soviet Union.

The theft was
overshadowed by

the collapse of the state.

Forgotten.

But not anymore.

Volkoff's star

is rising again.

His enemies are looking
for dirt.

If they can tie that money
to Katerina,

Volkoff will be ruined.

He will do anything
to stop them.

Volkoff had us
arrest someone here.

A man named Artem Fedor.

He was working for
Volkoff's enemies.

But when Fedor did not succeed,
they came to me.

Asked me to find the woman I had
helped all those years ago.

In return, I would be pardoned.

So that's what this is, is it?

That's why you're here?

This is just a job for you.

Well, now I know.

So guy's name is,
uh, Calvin Stokes.

He's registered at
various homeless shelters.

And according to the M.E.,

his neck was snapped
about six days ago.

Oh, same day
Katerina was poisoned.

Meaning he was probably hired
by the assassin to distract her.

Well, the waiter did say that
Calvin was usually harmless,

so something had to
change his tune.

Huh.

Maybe a... $100 bill?

That's a big note
for a homeless person.

Or for any person,
for that matter.

Wait a minute, why didn't
the assassin take it back?

It was hidden in Calvin's shoe.
Ew.

But cash is untraceable,

and our assassin knew that.

But you know what is traceable?

Fingerprints.

Boom. Nice. You got his I.D.?
No, but

it's a new bill, so

when Nell ran the prints,
only two names came up.

Hmm.
Uh, Calvin.

Dead homeless guy.
Right.

And a woman named Marsha Taylor.

Now, she is a bank teller
in Mar Vista.

So, when Nell scrubbed
the footage from her shift

last week, she came up with...
the assassin.

So you got his I.D.
No, got a fake I.D.

Okay, Beale, what did you get?
Oh, his debit card.

And it was just used at
a parking lot in Montrose.

Can we go?
Giddyap.

Oh, my God.
Nice work.

I do not believe it.

Pavel Volkoff is
an old friend of mine.

I taught him
everything I know.

Sounds like you taught
him a little too well.

What does that mean?

You're loyal to no one
but yourself, Arkady.

You really expect
anything different

from your prized pupil?

I still have contacts at FSB.

And I will be back
to prove you wrong.

Thought he'd never leave.

What have you found,

Miss Jones?

Not much.

Both the dead body
from the hospital

and our assassin have been
completely backstopped.

FSB?

One would assume,
but I can't confirm it.

Well, Volkoff would
make sure nothing

could be traced back to him.

What about Katerina?

I did a complete
financial background.

There is no evidence
of the amount of money

your father was talking about
hidden anywhere.

Thank you, Miss Jones.

We're taking a lot
on faith here.

I don't think
he's lying about the money

but something's not adding up.

The polonium.

Why would Volkoff

poison Katerina?

Why not just kill her
immediately?

And why wait

six days to
finish the job?

Unless... they were
buying more time.

For what?

Let me talk to him.

Well, this is the assassin's
last known location.

Getting a faint signature.

There's a lot
of businesses

around here.
Could be grabbing coffee,

picking up laundry,

or, God forbid,
doing CrossFit.

Didn't you do CrossFit?

That was Kensi,
but she talked about it

so much it made me
feel like I did it.

Hmm, first rule
of CrossFit,

always talk
about CrossFit.

Exactly.

Now I'd give anything for her

to be talking about that again.

Kensi will be back
in the field.

I'm sure of it.

Thanks, man.

No, Deeks.
Hmm?

I'm serious.

You know how I know Kensi
will be back in the field?

Because I'm in the field.

I mean, if you had said
that I'd be out here

in-interrogating people
and throwing grenades,

carrying a gun...
Okay, easy, partner.

Put the gun, put the gun away.

If you had said that
three years ago,

I would have said,
"Impossible."

But you guys,
you helped me.

You supported me.

That's what you're doing
for Kensi.

So, yeah...

she'll be back.

Thank you.

All right, now you can
take your gun out.

Stay to my left.

Nell, we got shots fired!

Okay.

Notifying LAPD, Callen and Sam.

Down there.
Black Cow Café.

Did you just say Black Cow Café?

Yeah, you want me
to pick you

something up real quick?

No, that's where

Katerina's daughter,
Alex, works.

Move!

Federal agents!
Put it down!

Down! Down!

They got a hostage, Nell.

Hang on.

That's Alex.

You know what would
be really helpful right now?

Don't say grenade.

Deeks, look out!

Stay down.

Son of a bitch.

Feel like we keep
arriving after the action.

Full backstop?

Yep.
FSB strikes again.

What about the getaway car?

Nell's tracking it, but she thinks they
may have swapped vehicles.

Where's Eric?
He get hurt?

He's actually inside
interviewing witnesses.

He did... great,

actually.
He might've...

kind of... sort of
saved my life.

Maybe.

Don't worry, Deeks.
We won't tell anyone.

I get Volkoff going
after Katerina,

but why her daughter?

Maybe she knows
where the money is.

And she's still working
as a waitress?

'Cause I would be island hopping
in the Caribbean.

Well, maybe Volkoff's
getting desperate.

Hey, guys.

Bulletproof Beale.

Hear you saved
Deeks' life today.

Ah, you know.
Maybe.

We got a problem.

Just learned that Alex

has a son.
He's five years old.

He's in preschool in Glendale.

If they're willing
to go after Alex,

they might go after her son.

Go pick up the kid.

Keep him safe.

On it.

Where would
Volkoff's men take Alex?

FSB safe house?

That's what I'd do.

So, who do we
know that has

connections
within the FSB?

Seriously?

Again?

This isn't your
lucky day, is it?

Do you know

who I am?

Da.

You were Clara's handler.

It's more than 40 years since
Callen's mother was killed.

Not a day goes by
that I don't think of her.

How different all
our lives would be

if I'd just been able to
reach her on that beach.

We are all to blame.

If I had not tried
to recruit Clara, but I did.

It was my job
as a KGB officer.

But she ended up recruiting you.

She was a very

persuasive woman.

And beautiful.

Always helps.

Is that why you
recruited Katerina?

By '88, you were
working for the CIA.

You were her handler.

Da.

I put Katerina's life in danger,

that's why I had
to get her out...

and she was safe... for awhile.

I hate to tell you this...

but Katerina died
less than an hour ago.

There was no offer of pardon,
was there?

This mission was
always personal.

I wasn't

able to save Clara,

but I was able to save her son.

Time for you

to finish what
you started.

Tomorrow
we'll try a short,

light jog, but until then,

let's work on your fine
motor hand skills.

Hello.

You'd make a
fantastic bean counter.

I've got a treat for you two.

Ew, that looks
disgusting,

even for here.

It's not to eat,

it's for ADL practice.

I'm sorry, what?

Activities of
Daily Living.

Have you not been
paying attention?

Using a knife and fork is a
good exercise that requires you

to use isolated
finger movements.

So, we don't
have to eat this?

No...
but you can if you want.

Mm.

Bon appetite.

Okay.

That... is a very
ladylike grip

you have there, Special K.
Shut up.

Is food good?

Chongo like.

Nope.

Yeah, you're definitely not
restaurant ready.

Really?

Must be my awkward, Chongo grip.

Sorry.

Okay, seriously?

You want a piece of this?

Don't bite off more
than you can chew.

Don't... don't.

I cannot help you.

My contacts at FSB
have gone silent.

Volkoff?

I suspect.

He has positioned himself
to head up FSB.

That's a lot of power.

Second only to Putin.

People have
killed for less.

Pavel has shown

his true colors.

He's not the man
I thought he was.

Neither are you, Arkady.

That's his way

of apologizing.

His way of ruining it.

I appreciate it,

my friend.

I'm just sorry

I could not do more.

We need another way

to find Alex.

Hey, Callen.

Go ahead, Nell.

Um, is your dad with you?

Because...

he is not in the boatshed.

What?

Where's Hetty?

Right here, Mr. Callen.

I'll explain later, but right
now we need to find your father.

It appears he slipped away.

I assume that you have prepared
for this eventuality?

Activate tracker 7B.

Um, sure.

I'm on it.

Did you put a tracker
on your dad?

Have you met his dad?

No.
If you had,

you'd put a tracker
on him, too.

There's no way Hetty

let your father slip away
like that.

Hell no.

She released him.

And she better have
a damn good reason.

Sam, turn right.

He's just around the corner.

That's Alex.

What the
hell's going on?

Alex, are you all right?

I'm fine, I'm fine.
Where's my son?

He's safe.

Where's you get this jacket?

He gave it to me.

He said it was
cold outside.

He told them to let me go,
that he had

what they were looking for.

The money.

Your dad had it all along.

Hospital was an ambush.

Volkoff poisoned Katerina
'cause he knew

he could lure my dad out.

Hetty knew he'd
lead us to Alex.

He made a trade,
the money for her.

Where'd they take you?

Um, I don't know.
I don't know.

They-they, they put a hood
over my head

and dropped me off
about a block from here.

Uh, I'm supposed to, um,

call this number when I'm--
when I'm safe.

You okay?

Yeah.

Are you safe?

She's safe. Where are you?

I am sorry, Grisha.

I am sorry
I cannot keep my promise.

I will be with your mother soon.

Here we go.
Here's your ride.

Oh, thank God.

You're gonna
go with him.

Alex, Detective Deeks.

He'll take you
to your son.

He's okay and he's very excited
to see you.

Come with me, let's go.

Nell, any luck
tracing that call yet?

Yep, we've got it down
to a square mile.

Eric's overlaying the tracker's
digital footprint

to try to narrow it some more.

Alex, wait up.

How long ago did he
give you this jacket?

Uh, 15, maybe 20 minutes?

Did you get that?

Got it.

1724 Rohrman Street.

I see Garrison

and two FSB agents.

They look like they're
losing their patience.

He's not gonna
last much longer.

The front door's gated.
By the time we break it down,

he'll be dead.

Yeah, we'll be next.

I got an idea.

You want to share it?

We clear?

Da. It is just the two of them.

I'll check it out.

You took a big risk.

Not so big.

I trusted Hetty
would not let me go

without tracking me.

Yeah, well,

I need to have a talk with her
about keeping secrets.

Maybe you and I
need to have the same talk.

The money--

where is it?

I told them the truth.

They didn't believe me.

Will you?

Try me.

The money is gone.

I donated it decades ago--

refugee charities,
peace organizations--

people who really needed it.

I was done with war.

But somehow,
it is never done with me.

You eat
your vegetables, Marine!

Eat the vegetables.
You are so dead.

Okay, okay. You guys
are making a mess.

Well, she started it.

Yeah, but I
also finished it.

You two are worse than a couple
of six year olds.

- Hi.
- What's up brah?

What's going on?
How's therapy?

Uh, physically,

she's improving,
but mentally,

she's going
downhill fast.

Yeah, like you would know.
I'm really hungry,

where would you like to go?

I don't know,
it looks like

you may have
already eaten.

- What?
- Yeah.

Carrot?

Cheers.

No. No, no, no, no.

You can't slide it,
you got to pick it up.

This is about 80L therapy,
all right, baby?

Not checkers.

So what's the story
with that guy?

What guy?

That guy from the...
you know,

the guy, Sullivan,
from the hospital.

What about him?

I don't know,
you guys are

just spending
a lot of time together.

Yeah, why do you
think that is?

We're stuck in a
hospital for months,

doing therapy.

Why, are you jealous?

A little bit jealous?

I was just curious.

Crap!

It's okay. It's fine, hey.

Listen, I'll just reset it.

I'm never
gonna come back.

I can't even
dress myself,

I can't pick up
a checkers piece,

I can't do anything.

Doctors said six months.
How long has it been?

Two?

It's been two.

You're only a third
of the way there.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Besides, in all
my years as a cop

and also as
an NCIS agent,

I don't think I've ever had
to play checkers on a case.

I think you'll be fine.

Yeah, but you have
had to draw your gun.

Let me see your hand.

Not that hand,
your other hand.

- Oh, you mean my claw?
- Yeah.

This thing?
Give me the claw.

Oh, yeah.
Give me that sexy little claw.

I like a good claw,

it's like dating a,
a sexy pirate.

Okay, I shouldn't
have said anything.

Well, well.

I was beginning to
fear the worst.

I'm not dead yet, Henrietta.

Not even close.

Owen, no one
would blame you

if you took
some time off.

You know me better than that.

And when

I do go,

it's not gonna be
sitting at home.

Have you at least spoken
with your daughter?

No. Not yet.

Jones filled me in
on the events of the day.

You know, that was one
hell of a gamble you took--

letting Callen's father go.

If he had died,
Callen never

would have forgiven you.

True.

And I would have had to
live with that.

But if I hadn't let
Callen's father save that girl,

he would have had to live
with something far worse.

So what's next?

That's for Mr. Callen to decide.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

It is beautiful here.

It is.

Grisha, I intend to
keep my promise.

You deserve

to know the reasons,
why I wasn't

part of your life.

Or my sister's life.

If you had been a
part of our lives...

or her's...

she might still be here.

I could not be there for you,
not the way

you needed me.

Did you even try?

The work I did spared no one.

Least of all,
those closest to me.

Better for everyone--

for both of you--
that I sever all ties.

Disappear from the world.

Grisha, I don't expect
you to understand,

or to forgive me, but you had

a better chance
on your own.

Uh, you're right.

I don't forgive you.

And I don't know
that I ever will.

But I understand.

I know the work
you did with Arkady

with Arkady and the refugees,
you saved a lot of people.

Not enough.

Not the people I loved.

Like your mother.

And your sister.

And Katerina.

Volkoff poisoned Katerina
to lure you out.

And when that failed,

he knew to go after Alex.

How long have you known?

Not long.

Before you fled Russia,

I asked Arkady to look in
on Katerina.

You've been in contact
with Arkady?

It's how I learned
about her poisoning.

And how I learned
that she had a daughter

shortly after arriving
in the U.S.

My daughter.

You're a grandfather.

And you're an uncle.

Does she know?

We're gonna tell her.

No more secrets.

Da. No more secrets.

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