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Cheese and crackers, cheese and
crackers, cheese and crackers...

Oh, come on.

Hey, hey, hey. Hi! Hey, hey, hey.

Can you just wait? Hold on one second.

You guys, I-I-I need you. 'Cause...

Hey, hey! Uh...

Whoops.

I-I can explain.

- Put your hands up!
- I knew the 10+ model was too big.

Then the 72-hour backup
battery, you got to have that.

And... I'm-I'm in tech. You can
see my predicament, right?

Please. I'm with NCIS.

You can talk to Henrietta.

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As much as I love getting an early start,

even coffee shops
don't open until 4:00 a.m.,

and this drip coffee just ain't
gonna cut it this early.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

I had to resort
to gas station energy drinks.

Is it probably gonna kill me? Sure.

But with Deeks away
on LAPD assignment all week,

- there is no one here, uh, to stop me.
- Mmm.

So I am enjoying
a much-deserved lady staycation

with Lizzo and chemical-laced
junk food all week.

Okay. Exactly how much of that
have you consumed?

I'm a little shaky,
I'm not gonna lie to you.

But I'm fine. Yikes.

Ooh. Call from Hetty.

You might want to...

Yep, yep, yep.

Hello, Hetty.

Ms. Jones, Ms. Blye.

I appreciate you coming in
so quickly at this hour.

Uh, what's going on? Is everyone okay?

Mr. Beale has been arrested
by the San Francisco PD.

Wait, E-Eric?

For what?

Has his D&D campaign gone too far again?

Well, it's a little
more serious than that.

According to this police report,

he was the victim
of a home invasion last night.

Is he okay?

Oh, yes, he's fine.
Just a little shaken up.

Apparently he broke
the window of a squad car

during his escape.

With a cell phone.

What?
I told him the 10+ was gonna be too big.

Hetty, do you think this has something
to do with his new job

or maybe his status with NCIS?

Too soon to tell.

I have Sam and Callen
en route to San Francisco now.

He's in good hands, Ms. Jones.

I feel as though, and-and please
don't take this the wrong way,

but I'm just getting the sense
that you're still mad at me.

What would give you that idea?

Just a hunch.

Just keep drinking your coffee, okay?

I don't have time for you to
fall asleep for the 18th time.

Hey! Hey!

Yeah.

It's like interviewing a damn sloth.

Drink.

Sorry, I...
don't know what's gotten into me.

Except a bullet.

Grazed.

You were grazed by a bullet.

Barely left a mark.

Okay...

I am NCIS, you're SFPD.

For the sake of agency relations,

I am willing to put
this whole thing behind us.

Mr. Beale, your story checks out.

I've got two NCIS agents here
to pick you up.

Thank God. Not that it wasn't a pleasure.

- Hmm. Not who I was expecting.
- Mr. Beale,

I'm Special Agent Robin Ip

from the Monterey NCIS Office.

Hetty Lange is sending
two agents up from L.A.

to come get you, but in the interim,

my partner and I have been
tasked with keeping you safe.

Or she will have our head
on a platter of avocado toast.

That's my Hetty.

We got here as quickly as we could.

And, uh, apparently for good reason.

Excuse me, Officers, does your precinct

usually treat other agencies this way?

Okay. Come on, Eric. I'm sure my partner

has an extra clean shirt in the car.

Oh. You know what? Actually,

I wouldn't mind a San Francisco
Police Department sweatshirt.

Perhaps from the detective division?

No? Uh, a baseball jersey?

A T-T-shirt? Tank top?

- Challenge coin?
- Okay, then.

- Shall we? Okay.
- Yeah, okay.

Any news from SFPD?

Yeah, they sent officers
to his apartment,

but nothing seems to have been taken.

TV's still on the wall, wallet
just sitting on his dresser.

Any news from Eric?

I keep checking his message board, but...

no, nothing yet.

He's probably just waiting to call.

Actually, it's been nothing
for the past two weeks.

You guys haven't spoken for two weeks?

Nope.

I mean, it's probably fine.

Is it?

Initially, I thought it was
just a symptom of the new job.

You know, he would go and I would stay...

- Mm-hmm...
- and we just

wouldn't hear from
each other for a while.

But we always reconnected eventually.

It just kind of became the new norm.

But now I can't help but think that maybe

I was so busy being busy that...

somehow I missed something.

Listen, as you very well know,

I have been there and I have done that.

Deeks and I have been separated
by continents for months

without any contact.

- And we're fine.
- I know,

- but you guys didn't choose to do that.
- Hey.

Eric is fine. He's going to be fine.

And you two are going to be fine.

Yeah. Of course.

Oh. Right on time.

Callen and Sam just landed at SFO.

Robbery and Homicide...

Got to love San Francisco.

Yeah, well, what's not to love?

It's the joys of L.A. without the heat.

Did you not see that layer of
fog we came through to get in?

I thought it was the runway.

What is the point of sunlight
if you can't see it?

You're talking to the wrong man.

I live at the marina. I live for fog.

Mm-hmm. How you doing?

NCIS Special Agent Callen,
Special Agent Hanna.

We're here for Eric Beale.

The guy who broke the window?

Oh. How could we forget?

One minute, please. I'll call Nancy.

She's one of the officers
handling the case.

Thank you.

Officer McGrath to the front, please.

You guys really work with that guy?

- Every day.
- Ugh.

You have no idea.

Well, then, I salute you.

Thank you for your service and all that.

- It's our pleasure.
- Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen, how can I help you?

NCIS. We're here for Eric Beale.

- The window breaker.
- Really?

He left.

What do you mean he left?

With your agency.

Two NCIS agents

came to pick him up about an hour ago.

- Thanks again for the clothes.
- Of course.

Yeah, I usually try to stick to, uh,

fair trade organics when possible,

but the-these are nice, too.

You guys have, like, a
cell phone I could borrow?

Sorry, Eric. Hetty insisted
that we maintain radio silence

until your colleagues arrive.

Oh, right. Yeah, that's smart.

It's just that Nell will be worried.

Uh, she's my intelligence analyst.

Uh... not "my" intelligence
analyst personally.

She is an intelligence analyst.

Like, one of several
intelligence analysts

- that I work with.
- Radio silence.

But one of you must have,
like, a laptop or a...

- No.
- I'm so sorry, Eric,

but we have our orders from your boss.

We're a black box
until Hetty's agents get here.

- Got it.
- You should try to rest.

- Yeah.
- You've been through a lot tonight.

Ain't that the truth, brother?

It's just, they've given me
so much coffee,

you know, probably on account
of me being shot.

Grazed.

- They say that's worse.
- No, they don't.

So, uh, what should I call you guys?

- Hmm?
- Please don't encourage him.

Come on. You guys must have
nicknames within the agency.

They used to call me

Flash Bang... eh, that's a long story.

But if you've ever heard them
talk about Bulletproof,

you guys have met him.

Oh, my God. The guys are gonna be

killing themselves when they
learn that Bulletproof Beale

has survived yet another gunshot.

Grazed.

Semantics.

Hey, any news?

I just got off the phone with
our Resident Unit in Monterey.

They don't have any agents

matching the description SFPD gave us.

What about other agencies?

Well, not if they're within
300 miles of San Francisco.

I've basically contacted
every government agency,

short of the United States
Postal Service.

Now I'm sorting through
this surveillance footage

looking for our two mystery agents,

but whoever they are,
they did a stellar job

of avoiding getting caught
on any security cams.

Well, they must have put on
a pretty convincing show

- if Eric went with them.
- Yeah, they must have.

What I can't wrap my mind around is:

why take Eric in the first place?

And why expose themselves
by picking him up

in front of a bunch of cops.

I mean, even for a professional,
this is super risky.

Exactly. So the home invaders break in,

they chase Eric out of the apartment,

and they don't take anything.

And then, later that same night,

Eric is taken from SFPD custody

by two unidentified "agents."

This was never a robbery,
it was a kidnapping.

They watched him escape with SFPD.

And then they went back to
the precinct to finish the job.

Oh.

Nice place you got here.

You guys went all out on the
crime-infested spooky factor.

I'm really digging the whole
abandoned restaurant motif.

We have a boatshed.

It has a trapdoor, goes
right down to the marina.

That's pretty cool.

You guys have a trapdoor?

Maybe it goes down to,
like, a abandoned sewer

or something like that? No?

We can share this between field
offices, right? That's a thing?

It's gonna be light soon. I feel
like we should get you inside

- before somebody sees you.
- Oh, copy that.

I live in the shadows.

Ooh.

I'll get him settled.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Thanks.

Yikes.

Not exactly my taste,

but maybe the 12-year-old me
might've liked it.

Ten bucks says he has a race
car bed in the other room.

You know, I'd take that bet, but, uh,

I'm not going to check.

Some things can't be unseen.

This is a hell of struggle.

Yeah, Beale's lucky he made it out.

Yeah.

Check it out.

A fléchette.

It could be from one
of Eric's sci-fi weapons.

Maybe, but using

a CO2 pistol would explain
why none of Beale's neighbors

reported hearing gunshots.

It's hollow.

Tip looks like it might be
a hypodermic needle.

Maybe it's some kind
of tranquilizer dart.

Huh, that's pretty advanced
for some common criminals.

I'd say Kensi and Nell are right
about the kidnapping angle.

So two gunmen break in,
Beale manages to escape.

Then phony agents show up at SFPD

two hours later claiming to be NCIS?

How would they happen to figure that out?

Well, they would've had to have
known that he was already NCIS.

What, do you think they bugged his phone?

- Whoa-whoa.
- What?

You're about to step

on the most dangerous thing
in this place.

- That's a toy.
- No. You're wrong.

It's a land mine for
unsuspecting barefoot parents.

If you had kids, you'd know that.

They already knew Eric was NCIS

before they went to the police station.

Nell said Eric treated it
like he was deep undercover,

zero contact with NCIS.

Well, they couldn't have just
pinged the phone.

They'd have to be watching him somehow.

Huh.

They bugged the place.

And what better way than something

that has complete Bluetooth
access to your entire home?

Callen.

Kens. Is Nell with you?

Um,

she is talking to SFPD.

- Why?
- Okay, good. This is probably best

between us. Um, hey,
how's she holding up?

I mean, she's holding.

Did you guys find anything
at Eric's apartment?

Yeah. I think you guys were
right about the kidnapping.

It looks like someone's been
watching him for a while.

Looks like they were using
his personal assistant device

to watch him.

If someone was able to hack
into it, they could access

all the cameras
and microphones in this place.

Allowing them to see and hear everything.

How did they sneak all that past Beale?

I mean, the man was born
a conspiracy theorist.

He's one Area 51 documentary
away from wearing a tinfoil hat.

Well, if he knew someone
was watching him,

he would have informed NCIS.

Well, then why hadn't
any of us heard of it?

Maybe one of us has.

Hetty,

can I have a word with you, please?

Good morning to you as well,

Ms. Blye.

Good morning.

- Hmm?
- Oh, no, I'm-I'm good.

I've actually all filled up on caffeine.

- You can take a seat.
- Thank you.

Okay. Uh, I'd like to talk
to you about Eric.

I just heard back from Callen and Sam,

and they said that Eric's home
network has been compromised.

Now, whoever picked him up
from the precinct

was obviously watching him closely,

because if they're willing
to do that in front of the SFPD,

it's because they found something.

So please tell me,

what was Eric doing in San Francisco?

Mr. Beale was recruited

by a, a tech company

called Logic Wide.

Just another in a long line

of Silicon Valley start-ups.

And you let him take this job?

They offered him a large incentive

to be a part of this new
think tank opportunity.

That's a dream job for him.

From the outside, it was,
but as with all things,

if it's too good to be true,

it most certainly is.

And Eric figured them out?

Yes. And for the past few weeks,

he's been funneling information

on their operations back to me.

So what you're telling me is,

whoever bugged
Eric's apartment figured out

that he was operating
undercover, is that it?

What I'm telling you is,

we have to find Mr. Beale

and we need to do it quickly.

Cream and sugar?

Hmm? Oh, no, thanks. Can I have,
like-like, a water or something?

Or maybe... a coffee is fine, too. Yeah.

Eighth cup of the day. Whew.
Not that I need it.

Like all NCIS agents,

I am fueled purely by my need
for justice. Am I right, Chen?

And I'm out.

Mmm. Whoa. Strong cup of joe, huh?

Eric, what can you tell us
about Henrietta Lange?

Hetty?

Henrietta has a lot of ties
and acquaintances.

I'd be curious to know who

she's been talking to lately.

Mm. Well, she's, um,

she's really popular, so, um...

You know, I think
I'm gonna need a bathroom...

Name a few.

Um, you probably wouldn't know any.

Try me, Eric.

I think you'll come to find

that I also know a lot of people

in a lot of high places.

I...

Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, this coffee
is really not settling well.

I...

Oh...

Oh, need a bathroom.

Why didn't you grab him?
He was right in front of you.

I'm not touching vomit.

You want him, you grab him.

How much did you give him?

Enough to get the job done.

Eric?

Everything okay in there?

If we're lucky he suffocated
in his own vomit by now.

Break it down.

Damn it.

Relax. The drugs will keep him
from getting too far.

We have a few hours before
he's fully conscious.

Till then he's just another
drug addict out on the street.

Huh?

Mr. Beale.

Eric?

You think we played any role in this?

Us?

How?

We busted Eric's chops on a daily basis.

Maybe that's part of
the reason he took the job.

He took the job 'cause it
was a great opportunity.

Well, we also helped and encouraged him

to try to become an agent.

And that may be the only
reason he's still alive.

We might have given him
a false sense of his abilities.

And that's probably
why he signed up for this.

And now he's in over his head.

Yeah, and we're here to pull him out.

This job used to be a lot easier.

It was never easy.

It was just easier because
you were working alone.

Yeah. This is what happens

when I stay in one place too long.

No, this is what happens when you get

connected to other human beings.

First your sister, then Jake.

Now you're worried about Beale.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd think you're

turning into a real boy, Pinocchio.

Can't just be about the job, G.

At some point, the job has to end.

Then what do you have?

Peace of mind, a clear conscience.

Lifelong regrets.

Okay, you know, you always
know exactly the thing to say.

You ought to write one of those
life affirmation books.

It's just a matter of time
before we find Beale.

Yeah, yeah.

This is it.

Huh, I always wondered what
a think tank would look like.

For some reason, I thought it'd be round.

Thought it'd be easier
to think in a circle.

Yeah, okay.

May I help you, gentlemen?

Special Agent Callen.

This is Special Agent Hanna.

We're from NCIS.

- Do you have an appointment?
- No, but

we need to speak to all those who were

working with this employee...
his name is Eric Beale.

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty
to discuss such things.

All our employees sign
a strict NDA when we hire them.

And in return, we protect their privacy.

Well, Mr. Beale was kidnapped.

And he's still missing,

so speaking with his supervisor
and some of his coworkers

may help us in our search.

I would like to help you
gentlemen, but short of a warrant,

there's really nothing I can do.

I'm sorry.

Due to the highly sensitive
nature of our work here,

I'm gonna have to ask you
to vacate the premises.

Okay, but if anything happens to him,

I'm gonna hold you personally responsible

for obstruction
of a federal investigation.

Good luck finding your friend.

We never said he was our friend.

See you around.

They were waiting for us.

Probably got a conference room
full of lawyers up there.

We're not getting anything out
of here unless we steal it.

Oh. Any luck?

No, but he hasn't
turned up in the hospital

or the morgue,
so I guess that's something.

You checked the morgue?

Several, in fact.

Hey, Eric is gonna be okay.

They don't call him
Bulletproof Beale for nothing.

No one calls him that.

Except Eric himself.

Fair enough.

Hey, it's gonna work out.

It always does.

And I may have found someone to help us.

So...

This guy, his name is Sean Reynolds.

He's the CEO of the company
that Eric works at.

Now, he's been in L.A.
for about three years

trying to launch
this digital modeling agency,

where all the models
are computer-generated.

So, virtual modeling?

Essentially.

I don't know if he can help us,

but I do plan on bringing him in
for questioning.

So if you want to come with me,

get out of here for a little bit,

get some fresh air or something...

I would, but I feel
like I should stay here

in case Eric tries to contact us or...

maybe by some miracle, I find something.

You sure? Be good for you.

I'm sure.

Okay, well, let me know
if you need anything

or if you find anything,

even if it feels like a long shot.

No, I will. Thanks, Kens.

You bet.

Did you put Eric in a dangerous position?

I didn't put him anywhere.

He took a job he wanted.

Oh, I am aware, but there's
more to it than that.

This kidnapping is directly
related to whatever it is

Eric was working on, and I think you know

a lot more than you're telling us.

So...?

I'm-I'm sorry.

Was there a question in there somewhere?

Yeah.

Yeah, there is.

What's going on here?

What was Eric really
doing in San Francisco?

Why is someone trying to kidnap him?

Who are these people
pretending to be NCIS?

And why in the hell...
excuse my French...

are you doing this to Eric?

You know he's not an agent.

He does not have the skill
set to deal with this.

You may be surprised.

Oh, really?

Well, that is just great, Hetty.

Really, it is... I-I love

the amount of confidence
that you have in him,

but that is not helping us
find him right now.

And ultimately it may be
what gets him killed!

Are you prepared to deal with that?!

I share your concern

about Mr. Beale's safety...

Eric.

His name is Eric.

Or are you already starting

to distance yourself,
should this thing go bad?

Ms. Jones, you've been up for hours.

Why don't you take a seat
and have a cup of tea?

No, I don't want any tea.

I want to find Eric.

We all do.

Uh, but in this job...

No, I don't care about the job.

Analyzing intelligence,
manipulating data...

that's one thing.

But manipulating people

as if they're mere assets?

No.

I will never be good at that.

And I realize this now.

Hetty, I can't be you.

And honestly,

I... I don't think I want to be.

Hello?

Uh, hey, I'm looking for Sean Reynolds.

My name is Special Agent Kensi Blye.

I'm with NCIS. I'd like to...

Okay.

It's a very nice place you have here.

Thanks. You sure you
don't want some cereal?

Oh, no, I filled up on a big bowl

of Lucky Charms this morning, thank you.

Sweet.

So, how can I help you?

Do you know this employee, Eric Beale?

No. What's he do?

Well, he works at your company.
You should know.

I've been focused on
some personal projects

- the last couple years.
- Okay.

So if you're not
running the company, who is?

I have various division supervisors

who take care of the
day-to-day operations.

Day-to-day operations, such as?

Well, you name it.

We are imagining

the future today.

Wonderful, well...

Maybe you can help me imagine

who tried to kidnap Beale or why?

Oh, okay, sure.

Uh, does he owe people money?

- What?
- Is he a gambler

or heir to a family fortune?

Okay, let me just stop you right there.

I-I'm not trying

to spitball as to why someone

somewhere was kidnapped.

I'm trying to find out
what Eric Beale did

at the company that may have
led to his kidnapping.

Oh...

I have no idea.

All right, well, um, supposedly,

it was something
to do with home security.

Well, there you go.

Okay, Sean, can you just

focus on me for a second,
just real quick?

I need you to tell me what Eric Beale

was working on at your company,

and the name of all the other
employees that may have been...

What is that?

Is that a home security robot?

Eric had one in his apartment.

My company makes them.

To spy on its employees.

To protect their person and property.

Sean, are you under surveillance?

Expecting company?

I wasn't even expecting you.

We got to go. Let's move.

- Why?
- Just to be safe, come on.

Come on.

Ooh.

Is there another way out?

- Garage.
- Let's go, let's go. Lead the way.

Let me see.

You're very popular today.

What's up, Kens?

Nell, I'm gonna need a little help here.

I'm with Reynolds right now.

We got six potential hostiles
outside the hou...

Do they have a key?

Scratch that.

All right, I got two guys coming in.

Scramble a REACT team.

I'll hold them off as long as I can.

Yep, I'm on it.

Hey. I...

What?

Irene?

Really? That's so cool.

Sean.

I have a panic room.

Ooh!

Move!

Go!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Come on, go, go.

Give me that.

How cool is this?

I honestly thought
I'd never get to use it

- for what it was built for.
- All right, REACT team

is about five minutes out...
we'll just have

to hold down the fort
until they get here.

Whoa!

You sure they can't get in?

Nah.

This was designed by a Navy SEAL.

We have enough food and water
in here to last two weeks.

All right.

So...

have you ever done any modeling?

Nothing here.

Well, there has to be something.

Everyone leaves a trail.

We ran plates, darts, electronics,

facial rec, Kaleidoscope, you name it.

Yeah, all right. So what are we missing?

Well, they want Beale alive.

That can only mean two things.

Ransom, or he has something they want.

Well, if they suspected that he
had penetrated their operation,

they may have taken him just
to find out how much he knows

and who he's working for.

Beale's not gonna do well
if he's questioned under duress.

Hey. Um, just wondering if, uh,

I could borrow your cell phone.

It's, it's an emergency.

Uh... the...

Hi, ma'am, sorry, I just was wondering

if you have a cell phone.
Thank you so mu... oh!

All right.

Yes. Nell. Nell, it's me.

I'm here. I-I'm good.

I'm-I'm healthy, I'm okay.

Oh. Facial rec.

Oh, thanks.

Who were those guys at your house?

I thought you knew them.

I've never seen them before in my life.

Any idea why they were after you?

How do I know they weren't after you?

Really?

I should probably get my lawyer.

Why, does he know who they are?

- Nell.
- Kens.

Who are you?

I'm your worst nightmare, pal.
Did a little research.

You're not smart enough
to have the company you do.

Your coding flat-out sucks,

your imagination is
rec room-level at best,

and yet someone keeps dumping

millions of dollars into your company.

Care to share why?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
I'm gonna need my lawyer.

No, you don't.

I'm not saying another word without him.

That's okay. You don't have to.
We're taking you home.

Home? To my house?

What if those guys come back?

Maybe your lawyer can help you.

Wake up, dude.

We're the only ones who can help you now,

but you're gonna have
to tell us everything.

Oh, my God, it's Eric.

Hold that thought. Don't go anywhere.

Callen, Sam, I found him.

Eric is in Huntington Park.

I'm sending you the coordinates now.

The cavalry's on its way.

You're gonna be okay, Bulletproof.

What exactly is Bulletproof doing?

Uh, he's Naruto running.

- Sorry?
- Naruto Uzumaki.

Japanese manga ninja.

And why is he running like a ninja?

I feel like he thinks
it makes him harder to catch.

Well, it just might be working.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Just one of those days, huh?

We've been up all night looking for you.

What do you guys want from me?

Put these on.

Behind your back.

Let's go.

Cute.

He cuffed himself to the bench.

Oh, my God.

Any more tricks,

and I'm gonna put a bullet
in the back of your head...

Son of a bitch!

I'm gonna kill him.

Playtime's over.

Nobody likes a playground bully.

Real agent, fake agent.

See the difference?

You okay?

I am now.

I can't believe you guys are here.

You ready to go home?

Ugh. You have no idea.

Sean Reynolds made a
bunch of money on novelty apps

and then lost a whole lot more
in failed ventures.

But because he was a recognizable entity,

he was the perfect front man.

Five years ago, his failing app company

becomes flush with investors
and starts spending top dollar

to recruit the brightest
young minds in the country,

shifting focus to
the military-industrial sector.

Only, uh, Reynolds was not
the one pulling the strings.

The Chinese were.

And they were developing technology

under the guise
of a Silicon Valley "start-up."

Why steal our technology
when you can own it?

And then turn around and
sell it back to our military

with a built-in back door.

And Mr. Beale has the proof of this?

Yeah, thanks to you.

We also know that Reynolds

is going to talk to us because he knows

that we're his only chance
of staying alive.

What, no banner? No cake?

Look what we found.

Yes.

Oh, my gosh, he's so cute.
Can I keep him, please?

Uh, if you promise
to take him for a walk, you can.

Hi. We were worried about you.

I was worried about me, too.

Did you, uh, you brief Hetty?

Oh, uh, yeah, we did,
and it kind of seemed like

she already knew most of it.

Should be more than enough to prove

that Logic Wide was a front
for Chinese intelligence.

Are you gonna be okay?

Of course he will.

He's Bulletproof.

Did they, uh, tell you? I was shot.

What?

- Well, by a dart.
- Th-They say that's worse.

You know, I'm pretty sure

- I read that somewhere.
- You did well.

Really well.

- Thanks.
- Welcome back.

Come on.

I'll reintroduce you to Ops.

Okay.

On that note, I am going to go home,

uh, pour myself a large glass of wine,

and go to sleep.

Sounds great. You coming?

I'm gonna finish up some stuff
around here and I will, uh,

- see you tomorrow.
- Later.

- All righty.
- Bye.

Home sweet home.

Mmm.

I should get abducted more often.

I missed you.

I mean... I miss you.

I miss-missed you, too.

Okay, I'm just gonna go grab my stuff.

Yeah.

♪ Come on and raise
your freak flag high ♪

♪ Come on
and raise your freak flag high ♪

♪ Be true to what you feel inside ♪

♪ Don't let somebody else decide
how to live your life ♪

♪ 'Cause everybody's different
and everyone's the same ♪

♪ Be proud of who you are
and how you play the game ♪

♪ Go on and raise
your freak flag high... ♪

Is that coming from Ops?

I think someone is happy to be home.

Is that for me?

Unless you're leaving me to drink alone.

Oh, well, God forbid.

To Mr. Beale's

safe return.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Do you think I made a mistake?

Oh, with Eric?

Mm-hmm.

It was a tough call. Um...

Look, he didn't have to do it,
but... who else could have?

I mean, he had the perfect cover
because it was real.

Would you have done it?

I don't know.

But it was not my call to make.

Maybe it should be.

I thought you were
grooming Nell for that.

Mm-hmm. I did, too.

I don't want your job, Hetty.

Neither do I.

But somebody's got to do it.

Think about it,

Mr. Callen.

I won't be here forever.