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Previously, on
"NCIS Los Angeles"...

Ready?
Lead the way.

ZNN has just learned

the identities
of the two fugitives...

Kate Miller
and Anastasia Kolcheck.

If it walks likeutka

and talks likeutka...

Arkady speaking Russian...

- I'm guessing that's
Russian for "spy"? - Yeah.

You have 24 hours

to prevent her execution.

Please don't
hurt our daughter.

We will do anything
to get her back.

Hi, Callen.Anna.

A girl comes
back to town, and you just

- let her go like that?
- Anna did not come back for me.

She had a mission, and

I think it's time
that I just move on.

- You know they're gonna find out.
- I know.

It's just until
I figure some things out.

The CIA,
my criminal record.

I don't want to get
anyone into trouble.

Bandit-bandit.

They painted you, Bullet.
Target lock.

- Head for the deck!
- Roger that.

Releasing flares now.

Come on, Bullet.
Break the lock! Break the lock!

Talk to me, Bullet.

Bullet, do you copy?

Target lock broken.

Nicely done.
Exercise terminated.

When do I get to run a bandit
drill on you, Sabertooth?

Uh, think those G-forces
scrambled your brain.

That's a hard never.

Bogey! Bogey! 60 miles out!

Uh,
I don't think you heard me, Bullet.

- Not gonna happen.
- This is not a drill.

I've got a real-world intercept
on my IR.

I don't have it, Bullet.

North Island, we've got company
up here at Angels 3-5.

Bogey is matching airspeed
and running a parallel track.

Roger, Bullet,
but we show no contacts,

no squawking
and no emergency beacons.

You've got an exclusive.

Bullet, can you identify?

Still no visual.

Holy crap! That thing
just accelerated to Mach.

Targeting computer
can't calculate.

It's back.
What the hell?

I don't see an IR plume.

How is that even...?
Craft is accelerating again!

It's on a collision course!

Bullet, evasive maneuvers!

NCIS
LOS ANGELES

*NCIS: LOS ANGELES *
Season 11 Episode 18

Episode Title: "Missing Time"

Aired on: March 22, 2020

Captioned by Media Access
Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org

Sync & corrections by srjanapala

You're not hungry, huh?

Not really.

Come on. You know
I love Deeks's loco moco.

I think I made it clear
in my anonymous Yelp review.

Yeah, uh, thank you for that.

It's all he talks about, so...

It's just, after
being stuck here for a month

and eating only hamburgers,
rice and gravy,

I'm starting to feel like
I'm back in prison.

Or, um, maybe
I'm just losing my mind.

Well, CIA said it was
gonna take a few weeks

to... expunge your
criminal record, so...

No, they said
it's gonna be weeks

until they decide whether
to expunge my criminal record.

They might decide

I'm not worth
the trouble.Okay. Okay. Well...

Joelle said she would
get it done, so...

Joelle doesn't have
that type of power.

It's not
a small thing, Callen.

We're talking dozens
of federal and state databases

that need to be altered,
court records wiped.

And there's the video.

Hours of news footage
with my face on it.

Not to mention everyone
who was involved in the manhunt.

What's the CIA
going to do about them?

Erase their memories?

And there you are,

you are putting everything on
the line to harbor a fugitive.

I just...
Hey.

Just...
Hey.

Stop.

I made the choice.

I stand by it.

And I will stand by you.

I know you will.

Just say the word,

I will, I will call in
the big guns.

No. No, I don't want
anybody else

sticking out their neck
for me.

Okay, well, a word from
Hetty goes a long way.

She can help. She
would love to help you.

No. No, I'm sorry, you're right.

I'm gonna give it
a few more days.

- A month in here isn't that bad, right?
- Okay.

I was in prison for six,
and you, my friend,

are a much nicer cellmate
than Katya.

Okay, well,
that's not exactly a high bar.

I'm pretty sure
she was a psychopath.

Okay.
You have to get to work.

And I need to wash these dishes
before Deeks's mom gets here.

Yeah, and remember, food
goes down the disposal,

- not to the...
- And not in the trash. I know the drill.

Hey.

It is gonna be okay.

I know.

I know it will. All right.

- Okay, now go. Go.
- All right.

- Save the day.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let me get my cape.

"For an establishment
with no connection

"to Hawaiian culture, to attempt
such a culinary gamble

might smack of hubris, risking
the very wrath of the gods."

Oh, I love that line.

- So I've heard.
- "But the most remarkable thing

"about the loco moco

"at the Squid & Dagger
is that it pays tribute

"to a traditional dish
while forging something new

in the fires of creation."

I mean, some may say
that's overwritten.

- No.
- But I would argue that that is passion

for food, more specifically,
for my food, and so, what I need

to do is
I need to write a reply

that does justice and matches
that level of passion.

There we go. Done.

Wait, what?

- We share a Yelp account.
- No.

Oh, no, no. No, no.
You can barely spell.

You wrote it? No, no.
No, no, no. No, no. No.

"Thank you for your business
and kind words"? That's it?

Where is the passion?
Where is the hubris?

- I was supposed to... What are you...
- What?

I put an exclamation point
in there.

You used one.
One!

- What?
- Ouch.

Everybody knows anything less
than four is just cold.

That is what I'm saying.
It's cold.

Okay. Please tell me
we have a case.

- We have a case.
- Okay.

Hey, did you find
a new place to live yet?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, it's not new, per se.

Um, I'm actually living
with my parents.

Oh.

Yeah, the same parents
who have barely seen

or spoken to me
the last few years

now can't stand the
thought of me sleeping

more than 300 feet
away from them.

Uh, well,
for what's it's worth,

it was hard for them
to make that video.

Yeah, try it with a
sword at your throat.

Sorry, I didn't mean to diminish
what you went through.

You didn't.

It's just... family,
it's stressful.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Meet DIA Agent
Walter Anderson.

He runs a small Department
of Defense office in Mar Vista,

and at 6:00 a.m.
this morning,

he missed a scheduled video
conference with the Pentagon.

When his phone went
straight to voicemail,

his colleague Agent
Sarah Raines

was asked to go to his house.

His car was there,
but no one answered.

Fearing something
may have happened,

she requested LAPD
enter the home.

Anderson wasn't there,
but there was no sign of a struggle.

The Pentagon wants
him found ASAP.

But he's been gone for,
what, three hours?

What did this guy do that
warrants this kind of response?

I don't know.
That's all they've told us.

Callen and Sam are
headed to the office now.

Eric is meeting them
on the theory we are dealing

with a security breach,

although the Pentagon
has yet to confirm that.

Uh, I didn't think
this was possible,

but this is mysterious
even for them.

Oh, and Hetty
is reaching out to SECNAV.

Maybe she can shed
some light.

All right, well, uh,
I guess Deeks and I

will head to Anderson's house,

and you guys let us
know if you learn...

- Anything...
- anything at all.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay. Sounds good.

Yeah, sorry. Can't help you.

Uh, have you seen
my security clearance on JPAS?

I did. And you should be
very proud of it.

We both work
for the Department of Defense.

So does the janitor
that cleans this place.

I have been ordered to determine

if there's been
a security breach.

Actually, you've been ordered
to find Agent Anderson.

Which I can't do

until I first find out
what he's been working on.

And I'm telling you I am not
authorized to reveal that.

You are now.

That's from the Secretary
of the Navy.

DIA Agent

Sarah Raines, meet Special
Agents Hanna and Callen.

Your worst nightmare.

This is a waste of time.

There's been no security breach.

How do you know?

Anderson's file said

he was read into the Special
Access Program. You're not.

True.

Agent Anderson does have
access to some more

- highly classified files, but...
- Agent Raines,

this is where
you let us in.

Where is everyone?

Oh, this is a small operation.
It's just Walter and me.

The Pentagon doesn't want
a lot of people

knowing about
what we're doing.

Hmm.
What exactly are you doing?

We're called AATIP.

Advanced Aerospace Threat
Identification Program.

They shut that down years ago.

And it was just
restarted a month ago.

...airspeed and
running a parallel track.

Roger, Bullet...

This is from a fighter jet.

Correct. An F-18.

What is that in the middle?

That is why we're here.

Our mission is to identify
more than half a dozen

recent UAP sightings
by Navy pilots.

UAP?

Unidentified aerial phenomena.

...an IR
plume. How is that even...

Craft is accelerating again.

It's on a collision course.

We used to call them UFOs.

Holy crap. That thing
just went vertical.

What the hell was that?

I was at home when I got
the call from the Pentagon.

It was just before 6:30 a.m.

Anderson had a conference call
scheduled for 6:00.

- You weren't gonna be on it?
- Apparently not.

He didn't tell me.

- But I'm not surprised.
- Why is that?

Lately, Walter's been
keeping things from me.

Limiting my access
to certain files,

failing to share
new data.

It's like he didn't
trust me anymore.

Anything precipitate
this change?

We did have
a bit of an argument.

About that.

Anderson got this job because
he can think outside of the box.

That can have its advantages,
but lately, I was starting

to wonder if Walter even
remembered there was a box.

There are three explanations
for what you see on that screen.

The first is that it's
the result of a technical glitch

or a bad piece of code.

The second is that we're looking
at an aircraft

belonging to a foreign power.

Foreign power?
Well, if that were true,

that would mean they
were capable of things

we didn't even know
were possible.

What's the third?

That it doesn't belong
to anyone.

At least,

not anyone from this planet.

Anderson was leaning
in that direction?

Oh, not just leaning.

He believes.

And after our argument,

I think he also believes

that I'm working with
the Pentagon to cover it up.

Wow.

Are we sure that Anderson
isn't still in here somewhere?

Huh. This is
interesting.

UFO Encounters.

The Definitive History
of Alien Visitations.

Encyclopedia
of Crop Circles.

Wow.

Looks like I found
the rest of the iceberg.

Oh.

Agent Raines
wasn't exaggerating.

Anderson really is...

a believer.

Well, she told
Sam and Callen

he was getting more
and more paranoid.

These windows are wired
with break-in sensors.

There are some
on the front door, too.

It doesn't look
professionally installed.

Oh, I think Anderson DIY'd it.

There's also a camera
on the side of the house.

Looks like the cables run
into the room next door.

Hey, Deeks.

Check it out.

What do you got?

Well, if we can
get access to this,

we might be able to find out
what happened to Anderson.

I've been looking
through Anderson's financials.

- Mm-hmm. - Doesn't have a lot
of credit card transactions,

but there is
one repeat appearance.

Ooh, tell me more.

There's a coffee shop
in Marina del Rey.

His most recent purchase
was just a few days ago.

- Hmm. - They gave us access to
their security cameras.

Okay, who's this other guy?

Jason Ward.

He's got an FBI file.

He's been detained
on multiple occasions

outside of military facilities,
including Area 51.

Aha.

He claims he's
a photographer documenting

the world
of military secrets.Mm.

Here are some of the pictures
they confiscated from him.

Ooh, wait. Stop there.

I may have something.

Check

this out.

Huh. Ward shared
his work with Anderson.

Maybe it was a two-way street.

Anderson decided to leak
UAP videos to a fellow believer.

Yep. That's what
I'm thinking.

Okay. We have to
bring Jason Ward in

for questioning.

Find anything yet?

So far,
everything's intact.

No malware,
no unauthorized downloads,

no trace of anything
crossing the air gap.

I'm telling you,
there's been no security breach.

We need to access Agent
Anderson's classified files

to fully rule that out.

And you need Agent Anderson
for that.

We have our best agents
on it.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Do you think
it's possible

that UAP up there

could be extraterrestrial?

Possible?

Yes.

Probable? No.

W-What about
the Drake equation?

I mean, that estimates
between a thousand and

a hundred million civilizations
in our galaxy alone.

- Drake?
- Yeah.

Are you serious?
It's basically like

picking a random number
out of thin air.

So you subscribe to
the Rare Earth hypothesis?

That intelligent life is
unique only to our planet?

No, I believe that alien life
is out there.

Only, my money's on
the Great Filter.

We'll destroy ourselves
before we ever get a chance

to make contact.

Keep me updated.

I haven't broken any laws.

I don't trespass on government
or private property,

I don't vandalize,
and I don't loiter.

I just take pictures.

Yeah, of military
and defense installations.

You don't want me peeking
inside, build bigger walls.

You're not here because
of your photos, Jason;

you're here because
of your friend.

Walter?

We share a few hobbies.

He's harmless.

He's missing.

On your website, you claim
that your mission is to expose the...

dark secrets
of the U.S. military.

Now, Walter had some
pretty big secrets to hide.

Maybe you convinced him
to turn them over.

Big secrets?

We're talking about
Walter Anderson, right?

The insurance agent?

The Defense
Intelligence Agent.

Son of a bitch played me.

How so?

Walter's into Ufology...
The study of UFOs.

So am I.

That's how we met.

It's not weird.

We didn't say it was.

Walter and I started meeting
regularly outside the group.

Last week, I had just got back
from another trip to Area 51,

and I was showing him
some photos I took.

Is that what
he's looking at there?

Yeah, but there was

one photo that he was really
interested in.

Wanted a copy.

And when I said no,
he got upset.

Do you have the photo on
your phone? Can we see it?

No, that's the thing...
That's how he played me.

The day after I met with Walter,
my apartment got broken into.

And nothing was taken,
except that photo.

The prints, digital files
on my computer,

camera card... it was just...

surgically removed.

And now you tell me that Walter
works for the government.

That's not a coincidence.

What was in the photo?

I shouldn't be talking to you. SAM: Jason,

Walter is missing.

If he took that photo,
we need to know what's in it.

And if you withhold
that information,

that's obstruction of justice.

Is Walter Anderson worth
going to prison?

It was night.

I was on a hill over the base...

when I saw one of
the hangar doors open.

And inside there was a craft.

Smooth, round.

Like a saucer.

Hey, Kens, so I have access
to Anderson's security system.

Great, uh, I'm
at the monitor.

What are you...?
What is that?

I'm
researching. Okay.

Nell, go ahead.
I'm in the system.

So it looks like
Anderson got home

just before 9:00 last night.

Now, the system is
motion-activated, but...

I'm not seeing anything
until Agent Raines arrives

to check in on him
the next morning.

No window or door sensors
were activated either.

Uh, what's this area
around 2:00 a.m.?

Uh...

Huh. That's strange.

The timecode jumps 37 minutes.

37 minutes?
Was something deleted?

It is possible.

Let me take a look into this.

What time you got? 11:16.

Same as me.
But check this out.

- 10:39.
- 10:39?

That's a difference of...

37 minutes.

Coffee maker.

10:39. 10:39.

10:39.

Right here.
What the hell?

10:39. Wait a minute, I just
read something about this...

Yeah, "Missing Time.

One of the tell-tale signs
of alien abduction."

Why didn't you call the police
after the break-in?

And say what?

There was no evidence anyone
had been there.

They would have said that I
misplaced the photo or acci...

Hey. Hey, it's me.
I'm just checking in.

I'm good.

Playing video games.

How about you?
Any interesting cases?

Yeah, um...

A little out there.
I'll tell you about it tonight.

Looking forward to it.

Actually, I should go.

I joined a ranked match,
and it's about to start.

No idea what any of that means,
but give 'em hell?

- 'Kay.
- See ya.

Okay, let's focus on
the 2:00 to 3:00 a.m. gap

when the timecode jumps.

All right.

Thanks. Okay, bye, Fatima.

- All right, so, the neighbor
across the street... - So?

..has one of those doorbell
cameras that can see

a part of the Anderson house.

So Ops is all over that.

And also, before you ask...

Yes, all their clocks are set
to the correct time.

So they were out of range of
whatever happened here.

Alien abduction.

It's okay.
You can say it:

- alien abduction.
- Uh, I won't say it,

and it wasn't.Sadly,

that's true, it wasn't.
I present to you

Exhibit A.

The sprinkler system?

- 12:20.
- 12:20.

- That's the correct time.
- It is, which means that

somebody wanted Anderson's
disappearance to look

like an alien abduction.

I just can't figure out why.

Well, maybe they wanted
to slow down the investigation

or, uh, distract
from the real culprit.

Maybe. It's all a
little bit quirky.

Quirky like
believing in UFOs?

What do you mean? You
think Anderson did this?

Think it's more likely
than alien abduction.

Bingo. Oh!

Oh, no! I got you.

Damn it.

It is simple. Vodka, neat.

I should not be
waiting ten minutes.

All right, not too bad.

- Mm-hmm.
- That'd be great.

- Right this way.
- Thank you.

What do you got?

Ops is gonna send
a forensics team

over to Jason's apartment.

We'll see
if they find anything.

Yeah, some actual
evidence would be nice.

So far, all we
got is suspicions

and a possible breach of
classified information.

Well, don't forget
about the fake alien abduction.

Sooner
we find this guy,

the sooner we can
get some answers.

Yeah. Well, then,
we have some good news.

The camera
across from Anderson's house

caught this last night.

Well, that is
definitely not a UFO.

The SUV arrives at 2:07 a.m.

and leaves 30 minutes later.

And the video quality's
not good enough

to see who gets in or out.

But we can assume
Anderson got in.

- Willingly or not.
- No plates

on the SUV, but ironically,

that made it easier
for Kaleidoscope to track.

Around 4:00 a.m.,

it pulls into the parking lot
behind a closed restaurant

on Melrose,
and it hasn't left since.

Tell Kensi and Deeks
to meet us there.

Oh, we're on it.

The Szechuan
Bamboo Palace closed in 2016.

Since then,
it's just bounced around

from shell company
to shell company.

Did the security cam show

how many people
we might be dealing with?

It just shows
the SUV entering the lot.

- Can't see anything after that.
- Hey, guys.

We're parked
in front of the restaurant.

- How do you want to play this?
- Hold on a second.

Someone's coming out.

Two guys
just got into the SUV.

They're gonna be
headed your way.

- Follow them.
- Copy that.

Sam and I will check out
the restaurant.

Well, these guys are in a
hurry. Keep some distance.

I see Anderson.

- They made us.
- Kens.

- Hang on.
- Oh, God!

Not clear. No, no, not clear!
Not clear!

Nell, get an ambulance
to the restaurant.

Copy that.

I think it's pretty safe
to say that

Anderson didn't abduct himself.

Kensi, Deeks,
do you have the SUV?

Go.

Damn it.

We lost 'em.

Your name is Lau Qiang.

Your U.S. Visit form says

that you work in
automobile manufacturing,

but that's a lie.

The truth is
you're an agent

for China's Ministry
of State Security.

And you kidnapped Anderson

to get access to his
classified intel.

But you screwed up.
And now you're here.

The good news is,

in exchange
for your cooperation,

you'll be put into
FBI protective custody,

where the ministry
cannot get to you.

And you know
they want to get to you.

Or you can go to
a federal prison,

where... protection
is not exactly a top priority.

It's your call, Lau.

We could be wrong.

These guys might not be
Chinese intelligence,

they could be Triad, they could
be mercenaries. I don't think so.

Agent Raines said

there were three explanations
for those UAPs.

One of them is an aircraft
belonging to a foreign power.

Well, if China found out

the DIA was looking
into their new aircraft,

they could've sent these
operatives to kidnap Anderson...

Find out
what the Pentagon knows.

We'd have to have Anderson

or one of Lau's friends
to confirm it.

Nell, Fatima.

Yeah, Callen.

Kensi and Deeks check in
from the hospital yet?

Yeah, uh, the guy Sam took
down at the restaurant,

he's not gonna be
talking for a while.

- What did you hit him with?
- A table.

It was either that or shoot him.
I saved his life.

What about Anderson?

Well, he's doing better than
the Chinese national,

but he's still not coherent.
Doctors have checked him out.

Apparently he was given
a mix of drugs,

including scopolamine.

Aka truth serum.

The question is,

what did he reveal to them?

Hi, Dad.

Who is this?

Really?

Do you have another daughter
I don't know about?

Anna?

- Where are you?
- I'm far away.

Are you okay?
Are you safe?

I'm okay,
I'm okay.

How are you?

How am I?

I am just a mess, I mean...

I worry about you every day.

I-I cannot eat, I cannot sleep.

I drink too much.

Well...

...you always drink too much.

You can't blame me for that.

No, I-I don't blame you
for anything.

Not for nothing. I...

I should have done more,

- I should have broken you
out of that prison myself.- No.

There was nothing
you could do.

I made my choice.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry for the choice
I have to make now.

What...

What do you mean?

I have to do what's right.

For me, and for everyone I love.

Anna...

what are you going to do?

Please talk to me.

Anna, talk to me.

You're here! Anna!

Anna...

Anna.

Oh!

Anna!

Anna.

Still no luck finding the SUV.

That's okay, I think I know
where they're going.

So, Kensi just called
from the hospital.

Anderson is finally talking.

It turns out the Chinese
operatives forced him to divulge

his access codes
for the AATIP system.

They're headed for
the office in Mar Vista.

Yep. That's where Eric is.

I'm calling him now.

Hey.
We've got a problem.

The people who kidnapped
Anderson are on their way here.

And Callen and Sam are still,
like, 15 minutes out.

You wouldn't happen to have
any weapons or any...

Oh, good.

Oh, wait, so that's the plan.

Kidnap Anderson,

get his access codes,

then find out
what the Pentagon knows

about the Chinese
experimental aircraft.

You mean the UAP?

Oh, that's not Chinese.

That's a technical glitch
in a brand-new targeting system.

Coding error.

We concluded the investigation
a few days ago.

And I'm guessing that's

what Anderson was going to tell
the Pentagon this morning.

Lucky bastard.

If he hadn't scheduled
that conference call,

then no one would have known
he was missing

until he showed up dead.

And then he would have taken the
blame for all the stolen data.

So, if there's no
experimental aircraft,

what are you after?

Oh, there's an experimental
aircraft, all right.

Only it's not Chinese.

It belongs to our very own Navy.

And because one of those
coding errors

occurred aboard
the prototype,

AATIP was given access
to all the aircraft specs.

Guessing the Chinese would pay
a lot of money for that.

Yes, they will.

And right now,

you're in my way.

Eric!

Oh, the sun is singing to me.

Eric, what happened?

Oh, um...

...it was Agent Raines.

She used Anderson's access codes
to... to steal the data.

Ah...
She's working for the Chinese.

Nell, Fatima,
yeah, Eric's fine.

Look, start tracking Raines.
Wh-When did she leave?

Uh, ten minutes ago.

She left here ten minutes ago.

On it.

Arkady, I don't have
time right now.

Yes, you do.
Anna is in trouble.

What do you mean?
What kind of trouble?

I just talked to her
on the phone.

I think she is about to
do something very not smart.

Dispatch, we're at the location.

There's no sign of anybody
smashing any car windows.

I think maybe that
call was a prank.

- Roger that, One Adam George.
- Whoa-whoa, watch it!

Oh, wow!

Eight minutes.

Nice response time, boys.

Ma'am, you're aware
it's a crime to make

a false 911 call?

So then, what are you
waiting for?

Yeah, call me back
as soon as you get this.

Arkady's worried.

Nell, Fatima,
any sign of Raines or the SUV?

Not yet. And odds are
the Chinese operatives

have switched vehicles
by now.

But we may have
another way to find them.

Kensi and Deeks are taking
another crack at Lau.

We know about Agent Raines.

We know that she's on her way
to meet your people

to sell them data
on the prototype Navy plane.

So we need you to tell us
where they're meeting.

You have a choice to make.

Where do your loyalties lie?

With your country
or with your fiancée?

That's right,
we know about Lucy.

As soon as the ministry finds
out that you've been arrested,

they're gonna scoop her up,
and they're gonna use her

to keep you quiet.

But if you
cooperate with us,

we'll bring her in.

- We'll keep her safe.
- So you've got a decision to make,

but you need to make it fast.

Well, that is not fast enough.

I guess I'm calling
the consulate.

Wait.

Pershing Square.

Is Anna in trouble?

How long have you known?

- Three weeks.
- You're getting slow.

She's been living with me
for four.

Look, I understand why
you didn't say anything...

She asked me not to.

She didn't want anybody else
taking the risk,

and there's nothing
you could do.

Could've shared the risk.

We all could have.
That's not nothing.

Anna's family.

Sorry, are we talking about
Anna Kolcheck?

Isn't she back with the CIA?
What am I missing?

A lot, as usual.

Is she in trouble? I don't know.

We'll deal with it after
we take care of Raines.

Oh, uh, FYI,
Bulletproof is ready.

She may have gotten
the jump on me last time,

- but it's not gonna
happen again. - Oh!

Guys, Raines just handed off
the drive to the Chinese.

All right,
we just pulled up on the north side.

- And they're about to split.
- We gotta take 'em.

Let's go.
Federal agents!

- No! Stop!
- Hey, stop!

I got Raines.

Raines, stop!

No! No, no, no!

DEEKS. LAPD. Move out the way. Guys,
back up.

Get out of here, let's go.

You are not getting away
this time.

Not this again.

Got the drive.

I'm betting
it was your idea

to change the clocks
at Anderson's house.

It was a great,
fantastic plan,

except for the fact
you forgot the sprinkler system.

Whatever. I bet
I had this one crying,

"little green men."

I feel sorry for you, Raines.
You brought this on yourself.

Well, I guess it just
proves my point, Beale.

Self-annihilation...
it's in our nature.

Seriously?

Another table?

Again, I could have shot him.

- Uh-huh.
- Hey, Callen?

Yeah, go ahead, Nell.

I just got an alert
from an LAPD scanner.

They picked up Anna Kolcheck
an hour ago.

I don't get it.

I mean, what is the point

if you're just gonna end up
back in prison?

Point is you don't
end up there with me.

I couldn't live with
myself if you did.

Just a few more days.

That's what we said,
Anna, right?

Maybe we should just be happy
with the time we had.

- I'm gonna call Hetty.
- Callen...

- She'll fix this. She'll call someone.
- Callen, please.

This is not over.

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Assistant U.S. Attorney
Allan Williams.

Can you just give us
a second, please?

Actually, I'm here to
talk to Ms. Kolcheck.

Okay. Well, she doesn't even
have a lawyer here,

so maybe you ought
to back off.

Yeah, that's exactly
what I'm doing, Agent Callen.

Ms. Kolcheck, the warrant for
your arrest has been vacated.

Actually, that's not
even accurate.

The warrant for your arrest
doesn't exist. It's gone.

What do you mean it's gone?

DOJ has no criminal record
on file for Anna Kolcheck.

Neither do the marshals
or the sheriffs, LAPD,

FBI, Interpol.

Bureau of Prisons
doesn't even have a record

of your incarceration.

So since all LAPD can
actually arrest you for

is making a false 911 call,

I came down here hoping
that you could explain to me

what the hell's going on.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah. Mm, no.

I don't know.

- I just keep thinking
about the Fermi paradox.- Yeah.

Like, there's so much
galaxy out there,

but... where are they?

It's funny you should
mention that.

I have to tell
you something.

So, I spoke to Anderson.

Yeah.
It turns out

he didn't steal
the Area 51 photo

from Jason Ward's apartment.

And the forensic search
came back empty.

- Well, then, who stole the photo?
- I don't know.

But whoever did,
they missed one.

Check this out.

It's footage of Ward
and Anderson

at the coffee shop
when they met.

I did a little enhancing.

What does that look like
to you?

The Great Filter can bite me.

Are you kidding me?
Of course we knew.

The first tip-off was the fact
that you were eager

to get home every night.

Secondly,
you're growing your hair out.

I mean, it's almost
imperceptible...

but it's beautiful,
and I want to pet it.

And I won't,
but I'm just saying

- it gives everything away.
- You're very smart,

but I, uh...
I bet you didn't know

that Anna here was responsible
for that Yelp review.

What?!
"Fires of creation." That's you?

That was poetry, sweetheart.

- Thank you.
- You know what, that's fine.

You, free loco moco for life.
In fact, right now.

Are you hungry?
I can make one right now.

- No, no,
- I can flip it up,

- I'm good.
- I can flip it down.

- I'm good.
- I can flip it around.

Where is she?
Where's my daughter?

My Anoushka.

Oh...

Papa.

You, Martin.

You have vodka?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.
It's a bar.

You have lots of vodka?

I don't know
if your definition of

"lots of wodka"

is the same as my definition
of lots of wodka.

- And now I'm saying "wodka."
- Now you're saying wodka.

Why do I do that?

I want to buy all
of your vodka.

Vodka for everybody!

Just
drink! That'll work.

We'll get
that to go.

Looks like I arrived
just in time.

FBI take custody
of the Chinese operatives?

Yeah. Lau's fiancée's
at the safe house.

You hear from Hetty?

Yeah.

Yeah, she, uh, claimed
she didn't know that

Anna was staying with me.

- We both know that's a lie.
- Mm.

You think she had
a hand in this?

Maybe.

And maybe it was Joelle
and the CIA.

But whoever it was,
they cut it a little close.

You just can't enjoy
this, can you?

You're right. Wodka?

Abso-wootley.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Let's do this. Let's do it.
- Let's do it.

The gang is all together.

Thank you for assembling
so quickly.

Kolcheck turning herself in
required us to expedite things.

I know you've already
been briefed,

but it bears repeating.
If the subject attempts

to make contact
with Kolcheck,

you are to inform me
immediately.

Do not attempt to approach
the subject on your own.

She is to be considered armed
and extremely dangerous.

Understood?

That's the most recent intel
we have on the subject.

Good luck.

Cheers! And one more time.