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[panting]:
Let's go. Let's go.

[whoops]

Good morning!

It's 6:30 a.m., fam.

While you're drooling
on your pillow,

I just tore up five miles,

burned 800 calories.

Yeah.
That's your homework,

along with today's
strength-training drill.

The pull-up is numero uno
for the upper body.

Overload creates bulk.

With the pull-up,
you're hitting it all--

Lats, traps,

biceps, rhomboids.

Hey, man, uh, you're in my shot.

Okay.

Uh, come back later.

Looking for cans.

Uh, yeah, they'll still be here.

I need cans.

And I need a clean shot, man.
This is how I make my living.

Me too.
A nickel a can.

Can you give me five minutes?

Uh-uh.

[chuckles]

Okay.

Five bucks for five minutes.

Deal.

There we go. Thank you.[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

What the hell?

Hey, hey.

Hey, you all right, man?

Hey, hey, hey.

[grunts]
Hey, man. Hey, hey.

Can you hear me? You got
to say something, man.

[buzzing][grunting]

♪

Ugh. Tastes like
yesterday's coffee.

I cannot complain.

Good morning.

Hey. Uh, don't get
too comfortable.

Nell has a case upstairs.

I was gonna try
to finish my ROIs.

These new forms
take forever, right?

Oh, yeah.Mm.

Mm. Can't complain.

Anybody else having problems
with their computer?

Uh, yes.
The I.T. department is doing

a, uh, software update today,

so...

It's gonna be down
all morning?
All morning.

[sighs]

That sucks.

I cannot complain, though, guys.

Okay.
Why do you keep saying that?

I'm begging you, don't ask.

I'm actually doing the 20-Day
No Complaining Challenge.

Studies have shown,
conclusively,

that if you don't
complain for 20 days,

you become much happier.

I'm on day one
and I feel very happy.

I find that very interesting.

It's great. I mean,
you can think the complaint,

you just don't say it out loud.

Thoughts become things.What?

Whoa.
Deeks,

I'm happy 'cause I don't
keep things bottled up inside.

You know what I mean?Oh.

Got to let it out.DEEKS: Well, that's interesting,

Sam Hanna,
because complaining,

my friend, is a lot
like bad breath.

When it's you, no,
you don't notice.

When it's somebody else,
it stinks.

Oof. What'd you have,
tuna fish for breakfast?What?

[chuckles]Sardines, thank you.

[laughs]Want to make out?

NELL: Okay, so,

Lieutenant Paul Tatum--
he drove up from San Diego

this morning but
he never made it

to his meeting
at the Wadsworth VA.

They found his car

abandoned off the 405,

fresh blood on the dashboard.

There was one witness, however.

Personal trainer Marco Ruiz.

When Ruiz went to
go check on Tatum,

he was hit with a stun gun.

Wow. No good deed
goes unpunished.

According to

LAPD's report,
when Ruiz came to,

Tatum was already gone.

Any videos, traffic cams?No,

unfortunately.
Ruiz was recording

a workout video for his clients,
but his phone was stolen.

Possibly by
a nearby homeless man.

Meeting at the VA--

is he a doctor?

Administrator, actually.

Medical, dental benefits.

Like human resources.

Not really a national
security risk.

DEEKS: But someone
could've been denied coverage.

Now they're seeking revenge.

So, this is interesting.

Before his current position,
Tatum was working

as a nuclear engineering officer
on an aircraft carrier.

That is a pretty major change.

About a year ago,
he was transferred

due to "medical reasons," and
I'm still trying to gain access

to those files.

He knows our nuclear systems.

Somebody could grab him
to get that intel.

DEEKS:
Or, maybe those

medical reasons caused him
to crash the car and wander off.

Have we notified all the ERs?

Yeah.SAM: Anybody else

from his department
come up for the meeting?

Yes. That would be
Commander Susan Yelton.

All right,
Sam and I'll talk to her.

What about the, uh, trainer?

Looks like LAPD's
already taken his statement.

Why don't you and Kens
start with the crash site?

What? Crash site? No, no.

That's down the 10.
In this hour, in this traffic?

[clears throat]

[chuckles]: Oh.

Can't complain.

I could get used to this.

Not me. I liked you better
when you complained.

[chuckles]You know what? I have an idea.

Yeah.Why don't you try the
20-Day No Annoying Challenge?

[scoffs] 20 days? Sweetheart, we
ain't gonna make it 20 minutes.

Okay.
[clears throat]

So if I was recording
my workout like Ruiz did,

I'd put my camera
somewhere around here,

and that might show us

Tatum's car or his pursuer.

And it would help us
ID the homeless man.

You just gonna hang there or are
you gonna show me what you got?

What are you talking about?
I just did 173 of them.

Right now I'm just
stretching it out.

Ha, ha. Very sexy.

Okay, so let's think about it.Yeah.

So, maybe Tatum
goes to get coffee.Yeah.

Kidnapper drugs him
and then follows him

until the car crashes.

Hiyah!

[shouts]
Or

Tatum got mugged
when he made a pit stop,

got hit over the head, drove
away with a bad concussion,

lost control of his car.

Okay, then,
who took down the trainer?

That would be the homeless man.

A homeless man with a stun gun?

It is rough out there.

Unlikely.

Listen, we know Tatum
had a medical condition.

So what if he had a
stroke or a seizure,

and that made him crash the car,
and then he-then he walks off,

confused, doesn't
know where he is.

Well, he didn't walk too far.

He was bleeding from his scalp
and the blood drops trail

into the street,
and then they just stop.

Because that's where
he applied pressure

and/or a Good Samaritan came
by, picked him up on a moped.

Or someone evil pushed him
into the car and drove off.

Evildoers?

Either way.

We got to find
a home security camera

that's gonna show us something.

And we got to find

a homeless man with a stun gun.

Or Colonel Mustard
with a candlestick.

CALLEN:
Diabetes.

I-I thought that excludes you
from military service.

Well, Paul didn't have
diabetes when he joined.

Last year,
after he was diagnosed,

they moved him
to a noncombat position.

Any conflicts
on the job?

No.Poor performance?

Never.
His record was spotless.

Did he deal
with complaints

or denial of benefits?

Never, just seps.

Navy separation branch.

Exactly.
For retirees,

end of active service,
disability.

Did he have his computer
with him this morning?

YELTON:
Most likely.

Was it recovered?

Not according to LAPD.

YELTON:
Well,

it's a secure laptop.

Could he access
demographics of retirees on it?

Yes.

But as soon as we heard
about the accident,

we shut down
his password

and remote access.

What time was that?

A little after 8:00 a.m.

Car crash was at 6:30.

There's a gap there

where someone could have stolen

the home address
of every retired sailor.

Along with the names
of their spouses...

...their kids.

So, 32 minutes after the crash,
Tatum logged on

to his laptop
and opened just one document.

The retired Navy SEAL file.

Uh, we need to alert
everyone on that list.

Mm-hmm. Done.

Uh, so, was he using Wi-Fi?

Uh, no.

Ten blocks from the crash,
while still on the road,

it looks like he used
his cell phone as a hot spot.

Well, he wouldn't have done
that unless he was forced.

If they're after intel, they
could have opened files

on cryptographers, weapons
system experts, submariners.

But it was just the SEALs.

Maybe it was something personal
against a member of the teams.

Where'd the cell go next?

As soon as Tatum logged off,
it just went dead.

Like the battery
had been pulled.

Well, what about
the trainer's cell?

Also dead.Okay, so,

guy gets kidnapped,

forced to open
a restricted file.

Then what?

If that's all they wanted,
it's over.

They ditch him.

Or worse.

Nell, check all traffic cams
between the crash site

and the spot where
Tatum logged on.

We'll head back to Ops.

Yep. I am already on it.

Hey.So? Anything?

Couple of doorbell cameras, but
nothing that covered the road.

I found a security system,

but it doesn't show
past the sidewalk.

Where is Big Brother
when you need him?Mm.

Be a lot easier to do our job
if we were in China.

Hey, Kens?Yeah, you think that
that's our guy?

I think there's
a pretty good chance.

Watch out, he might
have a stun gun.

Or a candlestick.

Hey.

Hi. I'm, uh,
I'm Marty.

Isaac.

I'm Kensi.
Nice to meet you.

Um, listen, there was a,
uh, there was a car crash

that happened right here.

I saw.KENSI: Oh.

Great.
We are investigating,

and I would like to ask...
Oh, no, no.

I didn't do anything.We just want to talk to you.

Actually, Isaac,
we can pay you.

Got a, uh, fiver
with your name on it?

The muscle head gave me five
for doing nothing.

Wow. Negotiating.
I like it.

All right.
How's ten sound?

So, uh, how long have
you been on the street?

Never. Group home.Oh.

Group home for...?

Autism.Oh.

But you collect cans.

To buy snacks.
Food sucks.

I don't blame you.

Did you see this guy?

That's the muscle head.

Uh, did you see
anybody hurt him?

He got zapped.He got zapped.

Did you see the guy
with the stun gun?

What-what did
he look like?

White guy.

S-Sunglasses.

Baseball hat.

Had a white star.

And did that guy
move the driver?

Drove off with him.

In what kind of car?

Wh...

Follow you, or...?Here.

Here, as in you
were hiding here,

so you couldn't see
what happened?No.

Here.

Hold on a second.

Wait, is this a license plate?

Whoa. Isaac.For the car?

Nice! Wow. Nell, I'm sending you
a license plate.

I need you to run it.NELL [over comms]: Got it.

Isaac, you, my friend,
are amazing.

In fact, I think you just earned
yourself another ten bucks.

How about a 20?How about a 20, she says.

Fair enough, 20. You know what?
Let's just go with 40.

Good work, Isaac!

Good work.Isaac, yeah!

Any luck with the
license plate?

Yeah, if the witness
was accurate,

it's a 1990 Ford Explorer.

1990? That's not the most
reliable getaway car.

It's also registered to a
Rent-A-Mess in Culver City.

Hmm. All right, we'll
send Kens and Deeks,

they're in the area.Mm-hmm.

What're you getting
from Kaleidoscope?

Here's where
it gets interesting.

So, point A

is the location of the crash,
point B is where Tatum's cell

logged on, and point C
is two miles away,

where we have the car passing
through the intersection.

SAM:
Someone's slumped
in the passenger seat.

It's probably Tatum.

Now, seven minutes later,
that same car passes

back through point C, moving
in the opposite direction.

Without the passenger.NELL: Mm-hmm.

Unless he moved to the back.

Based on the timing,
if Tatum left that car,

it happened within a one-mile
radius of that traffic cam.

CALLEN:
This is a needle
in the haystack.

It's Century City-- there are
office buildings, mini malls.

Yeah, but anyone would notice
a bloody Navy officer

in a public place.Maybe he cleaned him up.

What is that in the corner--
is that-is that a park?That's a

city baseball field.SAM: It's a good chance

it's not being used
until after school.Mm-hmm.

Worth a try.

DEEKS:
It was a 1990

Ford Explorer.Yeah.

Uh, that's the first one
in production. It's very rare.

It's rare.
So how much would it go for?

Oh, $20 a day.

You got a driver's license

and a credit card
from that renter?

Uh, no credit card.

He left me $2,000 cash deposit.

American money.

He didn't give you
a credit card

and you didn't think
that was weird?

Well, everybody
doesn't have good credit.

You got a copy of the driver's
license from that renter?Yeah.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Oh, come on. This
is obviously fake.

Why you say that?

Because the guy was white.

This guy's African American.

Copy machine is no good.

Huh. Well, I have

a sneaky suspicion you're
not going to get your car back.

Oh, I don't care.

I paid $1,200 for it.

He gave me $2,000 deposit.

I'm not worried.

Okay.So, what did he
actually look like?

Like picture on driver license.

Mm-hmm.Do you have

security cameras?

No, that's too expensive.

Speaking of too expensive,

I saw a Maserati in
the lot right there.

How much does that
thing rent for?

That's my car.
It's not for rent.

Oh.Oh, interesting.

Hmm.
Listen, we're just asking

for your cooperation here.
Do you know what I mean?

I'm cooperating.

Okay, um,

how do you think
we make this work?

I think I have LAPD come
down here, run all the VINs,

see if you're renting out
some stolen vehicles.

Yeah?
Call the IRS,

have them sort through
your tax returns,

because I'm pretty
damn good at math,

and the truth is there is
no way that you can afford

that Maserati renting
out clunkers for $20

a day.Okay, okay, okay.

Clock radio is a...
a video recorder.

DEEKS: Huh.KENSI:
Wasn't too hard,

was it?No.

It wasn't too hard, no.

[grunts]

You can reach.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Excuse me.

[chuckles]Easy,

tiger, easy.

That was a good idea.

Hard to find a place

more deserted than this
in the morning.

Well, if you believe
the traffic cam,

he's less than a mile away.

Nell's gonna check the area

for vacant apartments
or offices.

Some place
they could have hid him.

You know,
your personal information

could have been
compromised, as well.

There's no way for them to find
me from what the navy still has.

Mm, hope you're right.

Kids and all.

They're safe.
Trust me.

Okay.

You don't believe me?

Course I believe you. I
just want to be certain.

I mean, part of the reason
we do this is to protect

those we care about, the very
people that make us vulnerable.

Easier when
you're operating solo.

Hell yeah.

Nobody could hold

anything over me
'cause I had nothing.

Now...

Having people you love makes it
all the more worth fighting for.

What brought this on?

Hold on. Sam.

[grunts]

Lieutenant Tatum.

Hey, sit up, sit up.You okay?

Uh-huh.Hey,

I'm Special Agent Sam Hanna,
NCIS.

And I'm Special Agent Callen.
We're gonna help you out, okay?

What happened?[grunts]

Let me take that.
Let me get that for you.

How'd you get here?

Who brought you here?

Nell,

we got Tatum.
Send an ambulance.

Look at me.

Huh?

Tell us your name.

You been eating these?

These could have been poisoned.

He's sweaty.

Rapid pulse.
I think

he's got low blood sugar
from too much insulin.

He needs something to eat.

Yeah, well, not these.

I got something in the car.

You'll be all right.

Just relax.

KENSI:
All right, we got baseball cap

with a white star.
That's what Isaac said.

Come on, buddy.
Take those sunglasses off.

I can fast-forward.

Oh, there's where
he handed you

the ID that's
obviously not him.

KENSI:
Little bit...

Hold on, hold on.
Slow down. Slow down.

Look up.

Come on, buddy, look up.

Come on, come on, come on.Look up.

There.

[shutter clicks]Got it.

Okay, we have a deal, then?

Huh? No LAPD,

no FBI, no CIA?

Well, not today.

Huh?DEEKS:
Because we are,

uh, definitely,
definitely coming back.

Aw.

[speaks foreign language]
These people.

How you feeling?

I'm fine.

What's your name?Paul Tatum.

What's the year?2019.

Paul, what's the last thing
you remember?

[exhales]

Driving to a meeting
at the Wadsworth VA,

where I should be right now.

Not if you can't remember
the past five hours.

Paramedics are on the way.

Thank you,
but it's not necessary.

CALLEN:
Well, based on your reaction

to that bar we gave you, your
blood sugar level was very low.

No, it's impossible.

Where's my...

Where's my phone?It's here.

Needs to be checked for prints.

All right,
let me show you something.

I won't open the bag.

All right. I have

continuous
blood sugar monitoring

linked to an insulin pump.

See?

All right.
So, here's the app.

Look.
Normal blood sugar, 84.

Insulin running at a rate
of three units

per hour.
It's perfect.

Well, go back
to the last five hours.Sure.

I... Wait.

This is weird.

After I had breakfast,
all the data--

it's-it's been wiped out.

Does this thing
ever malfunction?

No, never.

And how do you adjust
the insulin dose?

With my phone or from a laptop.

It's got Bluetooth.

Which means
it could have been hacked.

TATUM:
What? No.

Why would anyone hack
my insulin pump?

Good news, guys.

Even though they wiped out
his cell phone app,

the insulin pump maker
has secure cloud storage

with all of Tatum's data.

Well, what does it show?NELL: All morning,

ten units an hour.

Do you ever use ten units
of insulin an hour?

[exhales]
No, never. I'd be in a coma.

In that case, you wouldn't
be able to cooperate

and give him your password.

Right. Yeah, for that,
my blood sugar would have to be

in a pretty tight window,
like 40 to 50?

Can you unlock your laptop
using biometrics?

Your iris, uh, fingerprint?

No. But, you know,

for some reason,
my fingertip is pretty sore.

Isn't that where you prick it
to test your blood sugar?

Yeah, the old-fashioned way.[shutter clicks]

CALLEN:
Five punctures.

They were checking his sugar.

SAM:
And if it got too low,

they fed him jelly beans
to bring it back up.

Just to keep him
in a specific window.

Just altered enough
that he'd cooperate.

This is crazy.

I agree. All set?

Mm-hmm.We'll keep you in the loop.

Thank you.

NELL:
Okay, so, a little more progress
here. It looks like

the insulin pump
was hacked last night

from an IP address
at the public library.

That's how
you stay anonymous.

I've also ID'd

the SUV renter.

A Zachary Vale.
25 years old, American-born

and has a computer science
degree from Cal State L.A.

Well, he's got the skills.Where does he work now?

Well, he was a math tutor,
but it looks like

for the past six months he's
been collecting unemployment.

We do, however, have a warrant
for his apartment.

All right, send
Kensi and Deeks.

Did you check his social media?NELL: Yeah.

He's got both Twitter
and Instagram,

but doesn't look like
he's posted since high school.

He's a loner who
can't keep a job.

So what's his interest
in the teams?

Nell, how's it going
with the SEAL notification?

Everyone has confirmed receipt
of the alert.

All right.
Let's catch this guy

before he tries
something stupid.

Clear.Clear.

This place looks like
an IKEA showroom.Yeah.

Suddenly, I'm craving
Swedish meatballs.

Or maybe he's a fan
of Marie Kondo.

I doubt that.

Doesn't have a TV anywhere.Yeah,

but none of the kids do anymore.

They just stare at their phone
all day long.

All right, well,
aside from instant noodles,

cupboards are bare.

Oh, the carefree days of youth.

I think his wardrobe needs help.

Think different.
He's a computer guy.

Okay, if he's planning

something big,
it's definitely not from here.

Well, maybe he's got
a separate supervillain lair.

You know, like,
a mountaintop villa

with an underground lab

or a volcanic island
surrounded by frickin' sharks

with frickin' laser beams
attached

to their heads.Slow your roll, Dr. Evil.

What do you got?Check it out.

So, "fight against
the friends of the devil,

"surely the struggle

BOTH:
of the devil is ever feeble."

Wow. Well,

looks like we got ourselves
a righteous man.

Any progress?Well, the library scan's
still downloading.

But I do have something new
on Tatum.

So, about a year ago,
he got into a heated argument

outside of a bar with
his ex-wife's new boyfriend.

He didn't seem hot-tempered.

Yeah, well, things can
change after a few cocktails.

No charges
were filed then,

but last week,
she married the guy.

Okay, now that would
make you depressed.

Mm-hmm.Okay, so he was
a nuclear officer.

Lost his respected job

to become a desk jockey
and now he's lost his wife.

Well, if he's
hit rock bottom,

he could have
given himself the overdose.

[beep]Mm. Ooh. Got him.

Zachary Vale
in the library

right at the time
of the insulin hack.

Now, why is he doing this?

I have no idea. Look,
we have got to dig deeper

on Tatum and his hacker.

Every e-mail account,
every phone call.

Yep. I am on it.

Maybe Kensi and Deeks have found
something in his apartment.

Well, that was
a colossal waste of time.

Are you complaining?

What?
No, I'm not complaining.

Not for 20 days. I'm
just stating a fact.

Hey, Nell, should we be looking

for that Ford Explorer?Uh, no.

It was ditched in Inglewood.

Did you guys find anything
in the apartment?

Yeah, a whole lot of nothing.

Yeah, he doesn't have much, but
apparently, he does have faith.

Yeah, he wants to "fight against
the friends of the devil"

because their "struggle
is ever feeble."

Where'd you hear that?

Well, it's on the fridge,
like an inspirational message.

Not exactly sure why
a Bible-quoting kid

is grabbing a Navy officer.

That's not the Bible,
that's the Koran.

It means one shouldn't go to war
for wealth or fame,

and it's often misinterpreted
as a call to jihad.

Well, that changes things.

Nell, scour
his digital footprint.

Let's look for wormholes
into the dark web.

Any plans, uh, co-conspirators.[phone rings]

Yep.

It's Tom Olsen.
Hey, Tom.

Hey, Sam.
How's it going?

Everything okay?

Yeah. I got the alert, and
something's a little strange.

Hold on, I'm here with G.
Putting you on speaker.

Hey, Callen.What-what's up, Tom?

I went out to my pickup truck,

and the gas tank cover's
scratched up.

I got signs of forced entry.

They definitely broke the lock.

All right.
Keep the perimeter clear.

We're on our way.

SAM:
No cell phones,

no timers, no explosives.

Not even wires.

They didn't mess
with the ignition.

Maybe it's just
somebody siphoning gas.

Yeah, you can't assume that.

They could've put the entire
device inside the gas tank.

Well, the bomb
squad's on the way.

Streets have all
been closed,

neighbors are evacuated
or hunkered down.

Anything else we can do?

Can't open the gas cap.
Could be a detonator switch.

Or could be a chemical bomb.

We saw those in Iraq.

Gas can take hours
to dissolve through packaging.

Well, at that point, let's
just wait for the bomb squad.

Uh-oh.

What?

There's bubbles.

It's chlorine gas! Pressure's
building up. Get back!

Go!

Go!

You good?

We're good.

Unlike my truck.

Thank you.OFFICER:
Yes, sir.

Yep. Exactly what we thought.

They found chlorine
on rubber hose fragments.

NELL:
Hey, guys.

CALLEN:
Nell? What are
you doing here?

Just making sure
everyone's okay.

Could have called.

I know, but I figured
Hetty would kill me

if anything went wrong
on my watch, so here I am.

How's everything going with Tom?

He's fine. He went to the
hospital for some stitches.

We're checking

the security footage
from his house.

The gas tank's on
the opposite side.

We'll see if someone stops.

All right, well,
I've got some updates.

So, I've checked
into Tatum's personal e-mails.

Looks like he's on very good
terms with his ex-wife.

He went to her wedding
last week,

even bought her a nice gift.

Well, so much for depression.

Mm.What about Zachary Vale?

Oh, that guy
is stealthy,

but I found
some digital dandruff.

Did you say dandruff?Yeah.

Digital dandruff.

Like, more subtle
than a digital footprint.

Anyway, I hijacked
a malicious

Tor exit node,

and then I booby-trapped
the path with a magnet link.

Oh. Eric would be proud.

No.
Eric would be jealous.

And what did you find?

So, I followed him
into the dark web,

all the way
to an al-Qaeda website.

That's probably where he
learned his bomb-making skills.

According to his messaging,

it looks like he's
a homegrown al-Qaeda supporter.

He wants to avenge the death
of Osama bin Laden and his son.

But why? How does he have
any connection to that?

Honestly, I don't think
he has a connection.

By the look of it,
this guy doesn't have

a connection
to anyone or anything.

So get a damn job.
Get a hobby.

Make new friends.

You see what happens
when you isolate yourself?

That's cute.

So what's this
guy's damage--

he-he wants to be
a part of something?

He wants to be accepted?
He wants to be important?

Well, that's what terrorists
exploit to suck in new recruits.

Oh. This recruit
is going after the teams.

This one particular message
is quite disturbing.

"You will all know my name
when death comes to an army

of non-believing assassins."

Special Forces.

They all need
protective measures.

That's hundreds of families
across the entire country.

Well, I think
we can narrow it down a bit.

So, on the dark web site,
several offered to lend a hand,

but Zachary won't accept help
from anyone.

Well, that's good.
He's a lone wolf.

Like the Unabomber.

And because of his desire
to fly solo,

it has financial upsides.

For the death
of one Navy SEAL,

the website is offering
five Bitcoins.

$50,000?Mm-hmm.

So he may be faking
his ideology,

and his motivation
might be pure greed.

Exactly.

I can look more into it
back at Ops, obviously,

but I just wanted to make sure
you were all okay.

Yeah.Okay. Thanks, Nell.

Got it.Text us

when you get home.

Okay.

Hey.
Would you look at this?

There's a bicycle.

Right here.

He stopped.

Right.
For about ten seconds.

That's enough time to pop the
fuel door and drop a device in.

He's got a hoodie.
You can't ID him.Yeah,

but you can ID the bike.

It's a Brush bike.Yeah.

Electric with pedal assist.

They rent by the minute.

Right.
So he had to ditch his car.

Needed a way to get around.

They use GPS to log miles.

Meaning the bike
in this video has a record.

Including the name
of the renter.

Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Feels like déjà vu
all over again.

Nell, you sure about this?

As sure as hogs
are made of bacon.

DEEKS: What?My mom used to say that.
[chuckles]

KENSI: Okay.Now, the bike

on Tom Olsen's street
was rented by a Martha De Leon.

Apartment number three.

And on the security footage,

can we see if it was
a woman riding the bike?

Ugh, honestly,

can't tell with the hoodie.

Maybe, uh, he's
recruiting his neighbors.

Thought he was a lone wolf.

Well, sometimes lone
wolves need packs, Kensi.

Mm-hmm.Is that her?

Yeah.

Are you, uh,
Martha De Leon?

Yes.

Hi. We're
federal agents.

Can I ask you,

when was the last time
you rode a bike?

I think Ronald Reagan
was in the White House.

The good old days.

Do you know a,
uh, Zachary Vale?

[exhales]
Nice boy.

He carries my groceries,

and he won't even let me pay.

Mm. So he's been inside
your apartment?

Uh, to put away the food.

Right. Do you have your
credit card on you, by chance?

Y-Yes, but I never
use the damn thing.

Those interest rates
are criminal.

Mm.Here you go.

Thank you.

Yeah, he probably took
a photograph of this

to set up the bike account.

There's been some
unauthorized activity

on your credit card.

You think it was the Russians?

Or the Ukrainians.

Okay.
Yeah, no,

it's too soon to tell, so
we'll get this canceled for you

and get you a refund.

Thank you.

And if you see Zachary,

tell him I baked cookies.

Chocolate chip,

his favorite.

Okay.

By chance,
those chocolate chip cookies--

those aren't gluten-free,
are they?

All right.Are they close?

Excuse us.Do you have them?
Like, is it...

I could just ta...Thank you.

Ooh. Good timing.Oh.

I got the rental
company to cooperate.

Is that the path
of his bike?Yep.

Even though he
disabled his own GPS.

Okay.
Then how'd we get the map?

Well, there's backup
in the bike's frame,

just in case
someone tampers with it.

He covered a lot of ground.That he did,

with stops at a hardware store,

a pool supply company
and a cell phone kiosk.

Shopping for his next bomb.Mm-hmm.

Was he near the homes
of any SEALs?

No. Thankfully,
we are all clear in that arena.

It looks like he ended
up at the beach.

That is correct.So he got his shopping

for supplies done.
Now he needs a place

to get to work.Maybe he rented

a garage.

Where was he
before the beach?

Well, for about ten minutes,

outside of an abandoned school.

Be a good place to steal
some copper wire or old pipe.

Wait, that school is...
seven miles from the beach?

It's, uh, 7.2, to be exact.

Top speed of that bike's
20 miles an hour.

You'd need to go
30 miles an hour

to get to the beach
in 14 minutes.

Three-pointer
for the mathlete.

You like that?

I do.

Look, if he wanted
to ditch the bike,

he could've tossed it
in somebody's truck

and stayed at the school.

Is there any chance we can
try for a heat signature?

Mm.
Not right now.

Maybe in a bit,
once the satellite passes over.

The school's
all locked up, but

that kid'll be able
to disarm any alarms.

Well, no one's gonna
bother him in there.

He's got all the room in
the world to build bombs.

We're gonna need the FLIR.

[sighs]Have Kensi and Deeks tac up.

Tell 'em to meet us there.

Yep, I'm on it.

Satellite shows
the east building's vacant,

one person in the west.

Copy that. Thanks.

It's clear on the right.

The main building
is lighting up around the door.

[panting]

With all he's got, we might need
to call the bomb squad.

No.

He sees
the cavalry coming,

he might blow
the whole place up,

make a run during the chaos.

Oh, but he'll take on
the two of us?

Only gonna be one
when I go in alone.

What's with the one-man
army thing all of a sudden?I just don't see the sense,

especially in this scenario,
of both of us getting blown up.

Which is exactly why I need
to go with you--

'cause I'm the one that actually
knows how to defuse a bomb.

I know how to defuse a bomb.

[whispers]:
G, stop, stop, stop.

It's a pressure plate detonator.

Wired to a brick of plastics.

Walking through a mine field.

The FLIR shows a safe path.

That's only for electronics.

He's already used
a chemical weapon.

We need a better plan.

Such as?

I'm thinking.

Special delivery.

Thank you.

KENSI:
Just the one guy in there?

That's all we see.DEEKS:
Should we send in the robot?

We could wait him out,
disarm everything remotely.CALLEN: Well, we could,

but that would only take care
of the bombs he has here.

He already tried
to kill Tom Olsen.

He could have other devices
in place ready to blow.

We need to find out who's
at risk outside of the school.

Yeah.NELL: The drone's programmed

to scan
with the building's blueprints.

All right, we're all set.

Stay safe, guys.

DEEKS:
I'll get your back.

Straight ahead, we're good.

IEDs are

only on the entrance doors.

[drone whirring quietly]

First two classrooms are clear.

Slow and steady.

Wins the race.

How's it going in there?

So far, so good.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Uh, guys, we
got company.

Got at least two guys
in what looks like a cargo van.

You're clear.KENSI: Might be here
to help move his stuff,

plant more bombs.

Take 'em out quietly.

I'm not sure our man knows
we're in yet.

SAM:
If he hears gunshots,

he could go suicidal,
blow everything up.

Including us.

Copy that.

Federal agents.Down on your knees.

Put your hands on your head.

Turn the van off
and put your hands...

Turn your hands up...No! No!

I got the passenger.

How come I always get

the big guy?

Nothing's lighting up.

Hold it.

Classroom on the right,
there's something on the floor.

It's a trip wire
to a mousetrap.

Triggers a pressure cooker.

Just like the Boston Marathon.

Safe, for now.

First floor's clear.

Moving upstairs.

[grunting]

This one's called
resisting arrest.

Good for another year in lockup.

[grunting]

Yeah.

[groans]

And this is why
you don't fight girls.

Get over.

[whispers]:
What is that on the door?

It's a mercury switch.

Any movement--

kaboom.

I'll keep that in mind.

It's a double trigger with
a rotary switch in the hinge.

If you miss it, it's fatal.

[sighs]

You sure

that's the right wire?

I'm sure.

Geez.

We go in there,

we're sitting ducks.

What if I send the drone
in there?

He could be hiding backstage.

He could be upstairs
in the control room.

It's not gonna be
easy to clear.I don't want to clear it.

I don't even want
to use the camera.

Could be a good plan.

If it works.

Might be a second entrance.

Check it out.

SAM:
I'm gonna need a minute here.

CALLEN:
How we doing, Sam?

We're good.

Drone is set to circle.

This has to go down fast.

Liftoff in three, two,

one.

[automatic gunfire]

[grunts]

This guy was serious.

You need to make
any of this safe?

Nothing's ready
for prime time.

How'd you know he'd shoot
at the drone?

Got lucky.

Yeah.

Very lucky.

Looks like
his hit list.

Wow. Caught my guy
in a heartbeat.

What took you so long?

Oh, we stopped
for a Frappuccino.

Did you want one?
Sit.

So, did you boys meet in the
dark web or in a training camp?

You know what?
Save your breath.

You're gonna have to do
a lot of talking later.

Lot of fun conversations
with the counter-terrorism

task force,
Homeland Security and the FBI.

CALLEN:
Nell, let's evacuate
the neighborhood

until we clear
the ordnance inside.

NELL: Copy that, Callen.All right, thanks, Nell.

Where's Zachary?

Oh, he's waiting
for the coroner.

KENSI:
It's a shame we
can't ask him

about his plans.It is.

But we got the
next best thing:

a list of his
top ten targets.

Bomb squad's checking them out.

Well, it looks like you two

got everything
under control out here.

LAPD'll be here

in five minutes.DEEKS:
Five minutes?

Wow, we got
some time to kill.

Should we do a sing-along?

You boys know
"Anchors Aweigh"?

No? How about
"God Bless America"?

I can start it.

♪ God... Don't.

Okay.What?

Hey!What's up?

Yeah.

No, got it.

And-and thanks
for the update.

So the bomb squad
was able to visit the homes

of ten retired SEALs.

Defused two letter bombs
in mailboxes.

That's good news.
Wow.
That's very good news.

Fantastic.

What is this?KENSI:
What we have here is

Squid and Dagger Stout.

From our very first test barrel.

Yes. Deeks has started
a microbrewery.

Well, good for you.

Thanks, man.
Appreciate it. Cheers.[laughs]

Ugh!
Mm.What is that face?

Is that made
with real squid?

[all laugh]

Did I make it with real squid.
No, that's oysters,

my man--
that's why

it has that amazing
aromatic flavor.What?

That's oysters.

You don't... you
don't get that?

What about you, Callen?
What do you think?

Well...

I can't complain.

Oh. Wow.

Didn't see it
coming. Touché,

Deeks, you know
you can't go 20 days

without complaining--
it's impossible.

It's doesn't matter.
You know why?

Because happiness is
gratitude minus complaining.

So... less complaining,
more gratitude,

super happy.

I'll buy that.

Cheers.Cheers.

How about you?I'm very happy.

And I'm gonna be even more so
when I finish this beer.

Seriously.

I don't complain.

I'm, uh...

I am grateful.

What are
you, uh...

what are you grateful for?

I'm grateful that we took care
of business today.Mm-hmm.

I am, uh, grateful for, uh...

luxurious accommodations
upstairs--

five stars-- and
then I am grateful

for my very

talented coworkers.

Never heard you say that.

Well, I don't have
to say it,

'cause I think it.

KENSI:
Well, here

is to the thoughts
of G. Callen.

To the thoughts
of G. Callen.

Damn straight.[laughing]

Cheers to that.Cheers.

I will drink to that.Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, no,
no, no, no.Seafood.

SAM: Not good. [Kensi coughs]

DEEKS: Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

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