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I'm home.

Voice recognition authenticated.

Welcome home, Mr. Fimmel.

You must be
out of your mind,

breaking in here.

You know who I am?

Huh?!

I'm gonna get your whole family.

Every last one of 'em.

I'm gonna gut you.

You?

You died.

Yes.

Aah!

What?

What do you want from me?

Everything.

♪ NCIS: LA 11x10 ♪
Mother
Original Air Date on December 1, 2019

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@elder_man

Twos and threes to 21?
Yeah.

Okay?
Yeah.

Winning team, Hetty's
courtside Clippers seats

against the Lakers tonight.

Let's get it.
Done.

Easy money, Sniper.
Age before beauty.

Talking about easy money, huh?
What you got?

One more. Sell it. Ready?

Curly Neal's got
nothing on you, baby.

Curly Neal's
got nothing.

Oh! Oh!
No, no, no, clean, clean,

clean, clean, clean.
You just grabbed my hand!

Take it to the line. She gets two.
You totally grabbed my hand.

You're not gonna call that.
I heard a smack

all the way to Cincinnati.
Toss me the ball.

You grabbed my hand, you cheater.

Why don't you
take two.

Whoa, whoa. Wh...

What was that?
What was what?

Did you just
shoot that underhand?

Uh, yeah. And in case
you guys didn't notice,

it went in.

Unlike your jump shot.
Pretty sure that's where you say touché.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, how come no one
called me to suit up?

I got game.

I got mad hops.
I can take it to the rack.

I think you just answered
your question.

Well, your loss.

Change out of your muscle tees
and tight pants,

'cause we got a possible
security breach.

Oh.

What do we have here?

You are
looking at it.

This is why you had us
cut our workout short?

What is she, lost?

Not likely.
She's staring

directly into the
security camera.

Maybe she can't help it.
Same thing I do

every time I walk
into a Walmart.

You stare into
the security camera?

You shop at Walmart?
We should talk more.

What is she doing?

Set up a perimeter.

That box could be a bomb.

Yeah.

Put the box
on the ground.

Hands behind your head,

interlace your fingers.

Now turn around.

Walk towards me.

Get her.

Walk back.

Get her prints.
Take her to Interrogation.

You're the bomb expert.
You want to open it?

I'm over my union quota.

Got to be honest,
that is pretty impressive.

You managed to not talk
the whole drive over here.

So what do you have
to say for yourself?

You want to explain
why you hand-delivered

a super-suspicious
box to NCIS?

No? You don't want to do that?

I've got a flight back to D.C.

in six hours,
and I have an affinity

for my appendages,
so talk fast and defuse faster.

What are you doing here?
I was promised sandwiches.

Wait, are there no sandwiches?
Why aren't you talking fast?

Uh, yes, sir.
The good news is

the box is clean.
It's not a bomb.

What's the bad news?

You might prefer the bomb.

Little love letter
from one of your exes?

"Through me you go into
a city of weeping;

"through me you go
into eternal pain;

"through me you go

amongst the people lost."

I would have preferred a bomb.

What is that?

It's a quote.

A quote from what?

Dante's Inferno.

I'm running everything
on our box lady.

Prints,
facial recognition.

Cross referencing with NSA,
MI6, Five Eyes.

Nothing.

Really?

She hasn't appeared
in a single database.

Great.
She's a ghost.

Yes, a ghost with
the classified location

of your operations center.

I don't believe in ghosts.

Well, Eric'll find her,
because that's what he does.

That and "the basketball."

I'm not taking the bait.

Speaking of finding things,

I found out who our
hacked-off hand belongs to.

Yeah? Who's the oner?

One Barrett Fimmel.

He was CIA,

former director of
covert operations.

His division ran mission
work in North Africa

and the Middle East
from 1998 to 2008.

What kind of missions?

Oh, you know--
destabilization

for the eradication
of influential peoples.

He was an assassin.
No.

According to the little
information we could pull

from the redacted file,
he trained

- the assassins.
- Uh, car crashes,

overdoses, heart attacks.

What happened in 2008?

He became a private contractor,
working for the highest bidder.

Less oversight, more money.

I wonder if it was
worth a hand.

Look, this guy is either dead
or being held captive

by a sociopathic poet.

And we need to find him fast.
Agreed.

Sorry, guys,
I have no addresses

for Fimmel.

Did our mystery guest
give up anything

that would help fill in
some of these blanks?

Sadly, not a word.

Callen, Sam.
With pleasure.

Good luck.

So there's three
ways this plays out.

The first way, you
spend the rest

of your time
in a cell.

G.
Second...

Sending these to Eric.
Sit tight.

What the hell just happened?

We were in there
for, like, two hours,

she gave us nothing.

Callen mumbles, like,
two sentences,

and she's dishing out
her ATM like candy corn.

Don't worry, Deeks,
I don't judge a fish

by his ability
to climb a tree.

Guys, both locations
Sam sent us are legit.

The first one is an
industrial warehouse downtown

owned by a shell corp
out of Liberia.

The second location
is a palatial estate

in the hills, also owned by...
Bette Midler?

Nope. Same shell corp
out of Liberia.

Well, that is decisively
less compelling.

What is interesting is
that both properties are

completely off the grid.

Uh, no electric,
phone, plumbing,

water running
to their properties.

They're fully self-sufficient.

Somebody's preparing for the
impending zombie apocalypse.

Or they know
something we don't.

Sam and I'll take the warehouse.
Why don't you two hit the hills.

- Got it. - Okay.
- Done.

Recognize that?

I can't tell.

Afghanistan, Pakistan, Syria.

We'd do about three
of those a day.

Oh, that's just the
ones we know about.

He's got enough tech in here
to do a space launch.

Must be where Fimmel
ran his operation.

Uh...

So somebody went
all piñata on it

and cut his hand off.

That you?

Nope.

What the hell?

Deeks, I just found
a teacup full of blood.

What? You mean, like,
metaphorical blood, right?

Like, the...
like the blood of Christ?

Like you find a teacup
full of communion wine?

No.

I got it.

And you say you're
over your quota.

Looks clean.

NCIS Agent Callen.
Who is this?

My brother,

I am you when the pennies drop.

Once the favorite son,

now a fallen angel.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Where's Barrett Fimmel?
What have you done with him?

I've saved humanity
from his transgressions.

Kens, you need to see this.

Where is he?
Where's Fimmel?

Tell Mother

that I'm coming home.

Oh, my God.

Ahkos is Greek.

It's from an ancient
dialect, pre-antiquity.

What does it mean?

Well, in its most accurate
translation:

"The grief of the people."

He referred to himself
as the fallen,

the favorite son,

and me as the brother
and, uh,

"tell Mother
I'm coming home."

Any ideas who this
psycho's mother could be?

Me.

The message was meant for me.

I am mother.

Mr. Beale,
I just sent you a file.

Okay, it says here that, um,

his family sent him away

of Serowe, Botswana.

They thought he was

"duiwel gebore"-- Devil Born.

He wasn't.

He was just a young boy
with a lot of potential.

The kind of potential
that scares most people away?

He was just looking
for the same things all of us

look for.
A mother.

A home, an identity,

and something to keep
the darkness at bay.

So you took him in?

Trained him?

I did.

In 2006, he was commandeered
by the state department

to participate
in a black site R&D project

for the military.

Fimmel.

Fimmel took Ahkos away from you?

Yes.

And the knife
that was in Fimmel's hand?

That was the last thing
I gave Ahkos.

A parting gift.

According to this file,

he was killed during
an operation in Pakistan

more than a decade ago?

Our mystery woman's given us
another set of coordinates.

Where is it?
Sam and I will go.

It's the Hollywood
West Cemetery,

but there's
something else.

She wrote a note
below the address.

"For Mother Only."

You're not going in there alone.

We'll set up a perimeter.

We'll use your tracking
lapel and Overwatch.

Overwatch spray

and tracking lapels are active.

She is not happy about it.

- What do we got?
- Do you want to high five me now

or do you want to wait wait till
I tell you why I'm a genius?

I always find
it's faster just to

get the high five
out of the way.

All right,
start talking, Beale.

I traced
the location of the cell phone

made to the severed
hand Callen found.

It was routed off a sat phone
four times around the world,

but, call me
Carmen Sandiego...

He's about to take back
that high five.

I have an address.
I also have this.

This is four days ago.

Now, her fake passport
is Canadian, but her flight

originated in Pakistan.

Wow. Good work, Eric.

All right. We'll
visit the location,

you guys send the passport
information to Rogers.

Real talk, can I
ask you a question?

No.

G...
Look,

every time you start a
conversation with "real talk,"

I know you want me to have
some sort of existential crisis,

and sometimes I would
rather just sit here

and not question
my life choices.

Do you love what we do?

Is this what you wanted
to do with your life?

What, sit at a cemetery
and wait for some psychopaths

to murder my coworker? No.

I mean, I had a whole life
before I joined the Navy.

I had all these
amazing experiences

made me fall in love
with this country.

That's why
I wanted to serve.

I became a SEAL so I could do
everything I could to preserve

this world for Michelle,
for the kids,

God willing,
for their kids.

You ever ask yourself
why you do this?

You got pulled in so young,

it's like it's the only
world you've ever known.

Truth is, you
don't have any kids.

You never talk
about wanting them.

Why do you do this?

Why do you risk
your life for it?

"To get back up

"to the shining world
from there,

"my guide and I went into
that hidden tunnel,

"and following its path

"through a round aperture,

"I saw appear

"some of the most
beautiful things

"that heaven bears,

"where we came forth,

and once more saw the stars."

Hetty's got company.

Where is he?

We need that update from Rogers.
That's not good.

Callen? Sam?
Kensi? Deeks?

Oh, my God, the whole
system is down.

Emergency protocol,
Beale.

So why did you leave Pakistan?

Says here your name
is Norma Baker,

citizen of Canada,

but that's not your real name
or where you were born.

Your given name is Natasha Ali,

daughter of Zakir
and Ayesha Ali.

Born outside the city of Quetta
in Pakistan.

Why did you leave, Natasha?

I'd be willing to bet
it's got something to do

with the scars on your face.
Where did you get them?

These scars are the scorched
earth of your foreign policy.

I hope you've enjoyed it,

because the debt
has now come due.

Henrietta's debt
has now come due.

Switch.
All right.

Kensi.

Clear.
Clear.

What is this?

What is that?

Hold on, let me just
get this picture.

Generators are up, but we
don't have operational power?

Comms are down. Surveillance is down.
Landline.

I can't even
pull up a tracker.

Guys, all the
comms are down.

It's not a meet.
Rogers says

get Hetty out of there.

Son of a bitch.

He's gonna kill her.

♪ What could I have said
to raise you from the dead ♪

♪ Oh, could I be the sky ♪

♪ On the Fourth of July? ♪

♪ Well, you do enough talk ♪

♪ My little hawk,
why do you cry? ♪

"The path to paradise
begins in hell."

Deeks!

That sounds promising.

♪ From the Tillamook burn... ♪

What the hell?
Deeks!

No!

Kensi!

Eric, why are the comms down?
All I'm getting is static.

Maybe we got hit with an EMP.

I'm trying to get it
back online.

What do you mean he's trapped
inside a room with a bomb?

G, which way do we go?
What direction did they head?

Eric, get eyes
on that lapel pin now.

We need a bomb squad at
the electric building yesterday.

Yeah, I need an ETA

on the bomb squad.
We have an agent trapped inside.

Nell is on it. The tracking
lapel is still not online.

Eric, we're just sitting
here without direction.

What about Overwatch?

Bomb squad ETA is 15 minutes.

Callen, Overwatch
still hasn't pulled up yet,

a-and tell Sam
that they're 15 minutes away.

Bomb squad's 15 out.

You tell Rogers he needs
to interrogate faster.

Kensi, the bomb squad
is 15 away.

G, we need a direction.
Where are we going, Eric?

Uh, well, there are about
15 helipads to the west of you

and 200 to the east.

East it is.
On our way.

Let's go.

Bomb squad is on the way.

How much-how much time
on the clock?

11 minutes.

What's the
bomb squad's ETA?

Baby!

Wrong side of 11.

Clearly, this country
has hurt you.

Perhaps it was orders,
perhaps it was an accident.

But we were responsible.

And you're angry.
I understand.

But Ahkos

isn't some idealist trying
to take down the evil empire.

He's after Henrietta Lange.

And you're helping him
with his personal vendetta,

so it begs
the question.

What do I owe him?

Eight years ago,
my family held a celebration

for my older brother's wedding
in our home.

We were all inside,
dancing, laughing.

I can still see
the smile on his face...

...when the whole world
turned to fire.

In an instant,

everything, everyone was gone.

Some American drone operator

with no concept of want or lack,

sitting behind
a computer somewhere,

casually pressed a button
and wiped every person

I have ever loved
from the face of this planet.

When I came to...

Ahkos was carrying me
away from the scene.

He saved my life.

And then he trained me.

Showed me how
to identify tyranny

through the veil of lies.

Wait, you said the chopper
had no tail ID

a-and they're not broadcasting
any transponder codes, so I...

Oh, my God.

What?
Hetty's lapel pin

just came online in the middle
of Echo Park Lake.

Which means what?
They just crashed, found the device

or they just threw Hetty out
of the helicopter into the lake.

You need to pull up
Overwatch now.

Tell him not to touch
any of the wires.

Hey!

Sam says don't touch
any of the wires!

Don't touch any of the wires?

I cant can't even
get to the wires,

let alone frickin' touch them.

Can he see what
type of explosives?

Hey. Deeks.
What?

Can you see what type
of explosive? Is it-is it C...

Is it C-4?!

I can't... Get back!

Clear!

Hey.

We're about nine minutes away
from talking about me

in the past tense.

Why hasn't Overwatch
come online?

Hetty, you did this.

Has the tracking pin moved?

Uh... uh, no.

The tracking lapel is still
in the middle of Echo Park Lake.

We got to hit that lake.

G, there is no way that Ahkos
went through all that work

to pick her up in a helicopter
just to throw her out.

His guys probably found the
tracking lapel and tossed it.

You want to take that chance?

You want to take the
chance that she's not?

We make that detour, we
lose precious minutes.

Okay. Fine, we go
straight downtown.

Can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but you need to drive faster.

I am sorry for your loss.

Our Intel about
your father was...

Inaccurate.

Zakir Ali was a good man.

A kind man

who did nothing but help others
and love his family,

and you killed him.

Yes, the information
was incorrect.

But what you don't know is where
we got that information.

Guys, LAPD just got a call.

There's a body floating
in the middle of Echo Park Lake.

Son of a bitch.
They threw her out.

Okay. Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.
You son of a bitch.

All right.

Oh! Oh...

Whoa.
Bad decision!

Get an ambulance
to Echo Park now!

We got her.
What?

Her Overwatch marker
flashed for a second

just west of downtown.

It's not her.

Damn it, Sam, are you there?
Yeah, sorry.

Can he identify
any of the components?

Wh... Uh, can you identify
any of the components?

Yeah, I mean,
w-we g-we got C-4,

we got three mercury switches.

I got two... looks like
batteries for cordless drills.

We got C-4, we got, uh, three
mercury switches and, uh, uh,

two batteries that look like
they're from cordless drills.

- What else?
- What else?

I mean, I don't know.
It looks like an episode

of Hoarders in here.

Baby, I can't disarm this bomb.

Okay...

Oh, my God.

What?

Kensi, what?

Baby?

We need that bomb squad
in here now!

This is what happens
when you try to play God

in the lives of those
you say you love.

Nell. Nell.

Hey.

Guys, her Overwatch marker
hasn't flashed again,

so I'm looking at buildings
downtown with a helipad.

Look, we're nine minutes out.
You got to narrow it down.

Guys, bomb squad
is still six minutes out.

That is not good enough.

Tell Rogers if we don't
get a final destination,

Hetty is going to be dead.

Kensi, we got four minutes.

Please stop. I need
to tell you something.

Baby, sometimes I wake up
in the middle of the night

and I can't breathe.
What?

I wake up and I...
and the world is narrow

and claustrophobic,
and I feel like

my-my chest is caving in

and I feel like
I'm gonna die.

What? What?

But then, I
look at you...

Granted, you're usually
drooling on yourself

and snoring
like a chubby dachshund...

But just knowing
that you're there,

and that somehow,
in all of this madness,

that you chose me,

it makes my whole body relax...

...and I have this thing that
I can only describe as peace.

Baby, I look at you...

...and I see us.

And I can fall back asleep.

This can't be the end.

Not like this.

It's okay.

Hey.

Look at me.

You're the best thing that ever
happened to me, and I love you.

I love you.

You got to go, baby.

What?

Don't go anywhere.

Don't go anywhere?
Where am I gonna...

Where am I gonna go?

These are lies.

They're not. This
is a redacted file

directly from
the State Department.

What Ahkos failed to tell you

is that he was the Intel
on the ground.

He painted Zakir Ali

as our next high-level target.

He knew your
family was in there

and he gave the
green light anyway.

Lies!

Natasha, The wrong
person is about to die

because Ahkos used you.

No.

It's the truth.
It's who he is.

He's a monster.

You are all monsters!

Maybe we are. But you deserve
the justice you seek.

I'll handle Hetty Lange,

but the real blood
you want is Ahkos'.

Let me spill that
blood for you.

Let me avenge the
death of your family.

Ooh.

Callen, Rogers cracked her.

They're taking Hetty
to the Century History Museum.

Century History Museum.

We're three minutes out.

Here we go.

Home sweet home.

The king,

feeding off the ruined
corpses of peasants.

And the peasants

just watching.

They know their place
in the world.

But what if the king himself
has become a ruined thing?

What, then, is his place?

It's been a long time, Mother.

Kens!

What are we doing?
I want to have kids with you.

What? We're
making babies?

Uh... Here you go.

We can sell the house,

we can all live
in a Sprinter van

and above all, we can teach
the kids how to surf.

And we can teach them French,
and we can collect berries.

Okay, yeah, but baby-baby,
I don't-I-I don't speak French

and some of those wild
berries a-are poisonous.

And we got to-we got to...
kids got to be in school.

That's okay, because we can
homeschool them in the van.

It's totally fine.

Okay, this is a-this
is a terrible plan.

What-- homeschooling them
in the van

or the rope?
I mean, both.

It's okay, though.

You know why?
'Cause the great news is

even the worst plan
in the world is better

than scraping your remains
off the ceiling.

And there it is,
there's the touché.

I have only
a handful of memories that

I look back upon
with fondness.

And most of them
are right there.

With you.

Have you nothing
to say to me?

Oh, I do.

I'm the one

who led you down

this path.

And I just want to say...

...I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

That's all you have to say?

A mother doesn't
abandon her child.

They took you from me.

A mother's job is to protect.

And you fed me to the jackals.

Do you have any idea
what they made me do?

Do you know how many
lives I've taken?

How many women?

How many children?

I'm sorry.
Stop saying that!

My heart is black.

Got 90 seconds!

I love you.

I love you too!

Hey!
We're gonna live in a van!

Oh, God, this is
a terrible plan!

Then why'd you do it?

Why'd you enslave me
in this life, huh?

Because this life
gives us purpose.

And ideals to live by.

And in return,

that's what we give the world.

That others sleep peacefully
in their beds at night,

because creatures
such as you and I

stand ready to commit violence

on their behalf?

Those are just lies you tell

to pacify the demons
you've created.

If they are,

then they are also the lies

I tell myself.

We betrayed humanity.

We owe it a debt.

A debt that can only be paid

with our blood.

Oh!

Whoa!
Oh, go faster!

My God!

Oh, my Go... Oh!

Oh, my God.
Are you okay?

Yeah.
Did you burned?

I'm okay.
Baby.

Oh, my God.

I need to pee.

I think I just did.
Oh.

You were warned, brother.

Don't.

Do you see
your creation, Mother?

Are you proud of what you've
brought into the world?

Oh, no, no,
no, no.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Do you remember?

"To get back up

"to the shining world

"from there

"My guide and I

"went into that

"hidden tunnel.

"And Following its path

"through a round aperture

"I saw appear Some of
the most beautiful things

that Heaven can bear."

"Where we came forth...

...and saw stars."

Yes.

"Where we came forth,

and once more saw the stars."

♪ We're all gonna die ♪

♪ We're all gonna die. ♪

Everything Ahkos ordered me
to commit to memory.

Contracting ops.

Ghost hits.

Illegal trade enforcement.

As well as the names
of those responsible.

You have my word that the full
extent of your cooperation

will be taken
into consideration.

Ahkos is gone.

I hope the rest die in chains.

Mm.

I should have
protected him.

From whom?

The military?

From Fimmel?

Myself.

You did the best
that you could

with what you had

for someone you love.

How do you instill

morality

when you're not even sure

if you still have your own?

He was right about one thing.

I failed him.

This was not
the life for him.

I'm... worried

that this isn't
the life for you, either.

Or maybe any of us.

Sam asked me today

why I do this.

I didn't give him an answer.

Sometimes when we finish
a big case,

two or three days later,

I go back to where
it all happened.

And I just sit there
and I watch.

Now it's a guy
walking his dog,

or a couple holding hands,

kids playing around.

And I think about all
the violence and chaos

that was there
just a few days before.

And now
it's just life.

And I know

that we gave them that life.

In that moment,

this world seems like
it's worth fighting for.

And my role
in that fight--

in all this--

...it makes sense to me.

You have never
failed me, Hetty.

Or anyone on this team.

And you never will.

I worry I already have,
Mr. Callen.

And we're just waiting

for the pennies to drop.

We will cross that bridge

if and when we get there.

Together.

As a family.

Hetty?

How many of us are there?

Huh.

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