All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S05E21 Three Hearts.eng

MAN: I mean, come on.
It's Los Angeles.

Everyone's gotta live
at the beach once.

Not a chance.

You living down here
by the beach?

It'll never happen.

It could. I surf.

What? I do.

The fact that you
now own this Becker

and seven Merricks
does not...

Eight Merricks.
Eight.

Eight.

That doesn't make you
a surfer.

It makes you a collector.

Yeah, a collector
who can surf.

Who tries to surf.

Yo, homie,
let me hold them keys.

Come on, fellas.
Let's not do this.

How about that watch, homie?

(grunting)

MAN:
Yo, step off my crew.

I like your ride.

I like your lady.

I'll take 'em both.

(woman screams)

Angelo!

Angelo!

Please! No!

Oh, God.

Oh, my God!

(tires squeal)

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(whistling)

Don't cut yourself.

Kid's got skills.

I mean, you can't nervously
style that mop

without any fingers.

There's nothing
to be nervous about...

'cause I have my partner back.

And it feels good.

Feels right.

Band's back together.

Rock and roll.

Van Halen.

Original lineup.

Diamond Dave era.

I mean, is there any other?

"Jump."

Oh, "Hot For Teacher."

Oh, "Panama."

What's in the box?

Mm, that box?

I mean, is there
any other box?

Apparently not.

You didn't answer the question.

That was easy.

Like I never left.

Wait-- you left?

(snorts)
When? Seriously,

you were gone?
Did you got to Afghanistan?

Kid does have skills.

Speaking of skills,
what are you, uh,

what are you up to tonight?

Tonight...

Tonight.

(loud whistle)

I don't know what's
planned for tonight,

but you might need
to rain check that.

We caught a case.

Whoa, so no coffee,
no, uh, commiserating

with our fellow employees
down in the bullpen?

This must be serious.

Sam's on his way in.

Let's start.

This morning,
Playa del Rey.

And that is why
I don't drive a Porsche.

I can think
of 80,000 other reasons

why you don't drive a Porsche.

DEEKS:
Hmm.

ERIC:
Mm, perfect teamwork.

Very T-M-N-T.

Hmm?
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Guys, come on.

Callen and Sam are totes
Leonardo and Raphael.

DEEKS:
That's Callen and Sam?

KENSI:
Nice.

And did you just say "totes"?
Totes.

Hang on. Eric, replay this.

DEEKS: Wait-- is that
my homeless man jacket?

CALLEN: Yeah, it is.
And by the way, never again.

The stench of that coat is...

The smell's
the whole point.

I mean, half the actors
in L.A. walk around

dressed like they're homeless.

KENSI:
This was an abduction.

Correct. Sam fired two sims
into Angelo.

Simunitions--
paint-filled bullets.

And after Angelo saw
the red paint,

he stumbled into Callen
and... boo.

And you hit him
with a syringe. Nice.

Mm-hmm.

So, who's Angelo?

Paul Angelo, NCIS.

He's one of ours.

Agent Angelo was assigned
to a Joint Task Force.

He's been undercover
for 19 months.

His investigation centered
around this guy,

Tyler Brunson.
Now, Brunson is a smuggler.

NCIS believes that he's been
using Navy ships

to transport contraband
into the U.S.,

specifically through
the use of the USS Watertown.

Now, Angelo's skills
allowed him

to get close enough
to build a case.

Three weeks ago, his handlers
lost all communication with him.

He's been under for a long time.

When NCIS realized
that Angelo may have gone dark,

the odds were
either he was dead

or he'd gone native.
He's not dead.

So you and Sam extracted him
in a way

that wouldn't damage his cover.

And we had
to do it fast.

When an agent with Angelo's
background goes native,

it's a matter of
national security.

And a random carjacking
just popped up smack-dab

in the middle
of the extraction?

Yeah, it was kind of fun.

Yeah.

Who is the blonde?

NELL:
She's Brunson's wife, Olivia.

And she didn't hang out
for LAPD to arrive.

So let me get
this right.

Angelo is hanging out

with the boss's stone-cold fox
wife at 8:00 a.m.?

According to his last report,

he's become a trusted member
of the "family".

Brunson has him
protecting Olivia.

ERIC: Manifests from the USS Watertown
were discovered to be forged.

Brunson took possession
of a one-ton container

from the ship a week ago,
contents unknown.

NELL: The ship was sailing
from Jakarta.

The container could
hold anything

from high-grade explosives
to chemical weapons.

Angelo's secured
in the boatshed.

Hey, nice work.

CALLEN: Maybe Angelo flipped,
maybe he didn't.

Either way, Sam and I are gonna
finish this off.

We're gonna find out exactly

what Brunson smuggled in
and who's buying it.

Hetty and Granger are taking
the lead on Angelo's debrief.

She wants you
in the boatshed.

On it.
Done.

So, uh, reports are saying
Brunson is a rabid dog,

and with his boy Angelo gone,
no one's holding the leash.

He's spooked.
He lost his top enforcer today.

If Brunson's
running chemical weapons,

he may just disappear with them.

Next time we see him,
could be too late.

Lot of variables here.

This op's gonna have
to be more feather, less hammer.

This ain't right.

It's right until we figure out
whose side you're on.

I work for you.

Sure about that?

You been dark
for three weeks now.

Yeah, I haven't hit the dentist
or been to yoga class either.

I've been running deep cover
for 19 months.

Would you tell him
that this isn't right?

Listen carefully,
Agent Angelo...

He has a point, Owen.

Okay.

(sighs)

You grow up on my block
in Flint, Michigan,

you're popping cuffs
before you can ride a bike.

It's how we keep our thieving
little hands warm in the winter.

Shims made out bobby
pins and paper clips.

I got out of Flint years ago,

but I don't know
that I'll ever truly leave.

If you're gonna cuff me...

...do it right.

Don't ever let me see
that keyhole.

Nice op this morning, huh?

Went down just like we drew it up.
Mm-hmm.

Sometimes it's better
to set the hammer down.

(laughs) We incapacitated and
abducted a man in public

right off the sidewalk.

G, you jammed a syringe
into the man.

And no one tracked
any of it.

Feather.

I shot Angelo with sims.

I bet when he's looking
at his bruises later,

he won't be
thinking feather.

CALLEN:
Property's huge, 30 acres.

Thanks.

SAM:
This place is massive.

But Brunson's not dragging
thousand-pound crates

of contraband
over marble floors.

Check out the pool house.

SAM: Secure. Guards are staying
close to it.

It's a good place to stash
something you don't want found.

Let's go see
what we can see.

Low-vis, no contact.

Covert. Always works for me.

What?

"Covert" is not a word

I would use
to describe the Hannah family.

You guys can't make it
out of a

Little League game
without choking someone out.

The guy had it coming.

Because he heckled
your kid's team?

Heckling's part
of the game.

Words have consequences, G.

You can't just say whatever you want
to somebody's kid.

And Michelle did
what she needed to do.

Let's do this.

I never liked Angelo.

But you respect him.

Well, he's a valuable asset
I'll tolerate

as long as he's on our side.

Is he?

I don't know.

That's the bad news.

What's the good news?

I suspect he doesn't know
either.

I'm going back in.

I have a better idea.

You're going back in.

In a manner of speaking.

What's up?

Tell me what you see.

Okay.

No stress in his body language.

No microexpressions
on his face.

He owns that room.

Yeah, he's good.

Find out how good.

Partners, huh?

Detective Marty Deeks.

Special Agent Kensi Blye.

So...

lay it on me.

You got a criminal mastermind
on your hands here?

Or just another
friendly NCIS operative?

You are one of us until proven
otherwise, Agent Angelo.

DEEKS:
The file's legit.

Deep cover ops,

one after another,

none less than 12 months.

You got game.

Or just slow.

Been known to take my time.

Why don't you tell us
about Brunson?

You guys got that undercover
flavor going on, too.

Game recognizes game,

et cetera, et cetera.

So Hetty
passes up

all the interrogators
and head-shrinkers at NCIS

to put the two of you
in here with me?

Have you asked yourself why yet?

Evidentially, in contrast
to you, we follow orders.

Right.

KENSI: Look, this
is gonna go

however you want it to go.
Okay?

Chew the fat,
order a pot of coffee,

make it a late one?
We don't care.

'Cause nobody gets
out of here

until we know what
we want to know.

DEEKS: I've been on that side
of the table before.

And undercover's not about
kicking your way in.

But the door's gotta
open eventually,

so why don't you just
drop that persona?

I mean, Brunson
doesn't care about you

and obviously NCIS does.

(sighs)

I grew up on a ranch.

Cowboys and
sheepdogs nipping

at the heels of half-ton bulls,

thousands of sunsets
on Grand Teton.

Driggs, Idaho.

Stick to Brunson.

Now, the oldest hand
on our ran,

he taught me everything
I needed to know

about deep cover ops.

He said that everybody's
got three hearts.

The first heart,

that's the one
you show to strangers.

The second heart?

Only your family
gets to see that.

Your family and
the person put on this Earth

to walk by
your side.

Your soul mate.

But that third heart
is the thing.

Never let anyone see it.

There's too much
truth inside.

Too much risk.

She saw yours, didn't she?

Oh, damn,
brother.

This is not gonna end well.

KENSI: Something happened on the
Brunson op, didn't it?

It got personal for you?

You want to live
to see another day,

you make it personal.

Yeah, but this time
it got too personal, didn't it?

For me?
Mm-hmm.

Or for the two of you?

Okay...
No, it's okay.

You didn't show
your third heart.

He did.

Hmm.

So what's her name?

Strike one.

What's his name?

Strike two.

Brunson's wife.

That was a home run.

(leaves rustling)

Go.

We got about
two minutes

until the guards
come back around.

Sam...

He's dead.

NELL:
Well, the good news is

the condition
of the victim's skin does not

suggest exposure to chemical
or biological weapons.

What are we
looking at?

Ever hear of Krokodil?

A cheap drug.

And it's deadly.

It killed about
30,000 people

in Russia alone
last year.

ERIC:
Mix of morphine, codeine,

gasoline and
paint thinner.

Highly addictive.

Yeah, but the guy
was tied to a chair.

It wasn't voluntary.

NELL:
Yeah, and judging by the state

of the wounds, I'm gonna say

that he was given
large amounts of the drug

over several days.

ERIC:
If our intel's correct,

and Brunson smuggled in

a one-ton container
on the USS Watertown,

he's sitting on over
$6 million worth of Krokodil.

Yeah, and L.A.'s sitting
on a powder keg

if that shipment
hits the streets.

Now, if we call in
an assault team

and we hit the mansion,

Krokodil might not
even be there anymore.

Next time it pops up,
it'll be on the street.

Which means
we can't wait.

Don't like to wait.

We improvise.

Time to shoot from the hip.

DEEKS:
That's a nice watch.

You mind?

It's a Rolex Daytona
Chronograph.

It's pretty nice.

How much do those go for?

Enough to remind me
which side I'm fighting for.

DEEKS:
"Happy birthday.

12/19/70."

That's not the birth date

that's listed on your NCIS file.

Growing up in Kissimmee,
Florida, this raccoon

used to terrorize
our house nightly.

Tearing up the trash,
ripping apart our furniture.

My dad trapped him.

Dumped him in Boggy Creek...

You weren't born in Florida.

Or Idaho.

It's a good story, though.

Every time I come in
from the cold,

I shed layers.

It's my ritual.

I dump all the things
that made me a person

into a bag.

Then I zip it up.

You're too close to this.

You're burned out.

We're all too close to this.

You ever see the way
she looks at you

when you fidget with your hair?

You ever see how
he gets stronger

just by hearing
the sound of your voice?

Wake up.

Look around.

Two people living in a world
of their own creation.

Maybe I got a world
like that, too.

DEEKS:
Well, it turns out

you don't know
anything about us.

Deeks...

What? He's baiting me.

I'll take that bait.
Leave it.

Just leave it.

Olivia.

What happened?

12/19/70 is not my birthday.

It's Brunson's.

Olivia gave him the Rolex

when they started
pushing weight.

He wore it for
about a week,

decided he wanted
the same one in platinum.

And a week later,
the same one in diamonds.

Well, Brunson's got plenty
of bling now, doesn't he?

Yeah, except for the kind
that actually matters.

I wore this thing on my
wrist the whole time

and that fool never
even realized it.

Olivia knows I'm NCIS.

I turned her.
Done deal.

She'll testify for us
against Brunson.

Are you absolutely sure
about this?

I made her fall in love with me.

With that kind of modesty,
how could she possibly resist?

You know,

they train us
to create cover stories.

To build entire worlds.

But that's wrong.

Don't add,

you subtract.

Strip yourself away,

layer...

by layer...

by layer.

And what's left?

We're in such a mad rush
to give ourselves up.

Then it becomes personal.

All you want to do
is to make it work.

Do you feel like
it's working for you?

We have agents on the ground.

Give us some information
we can use.

Brunson bought
$6.5 million worth

of Krokodil on consignment.

That means he's gotta
pay it back fast.

I was supposed
to broker the sale,

but now that I'm gone,
he's gonna be scared.

He's gonna be
desperate.

And you do not want
Brunson desperate.

I'll pick up Olivia.

No, you won't.

And why is that?

'Cause I'm the only one
she trusts.

She's unstable.

Anyone else tries,

she's gonna tell Brunson
everything.

So you seduce her
or you brainwash her?

My dad dumped that raccoon
in Boggy Creek,

and that very next night,
it happened again.

Some creature in the darkness

tearing apart our home.

There were noises
this time.

The kind you
can't forget.

It happened
the next night

and the night
after that...

It turns out

there were two raccoons.

My dad had only
trapped the male.

What was going on
with that female?

What drove her insane?

Raccoons mate for life.

But that's a myth

and you know it.

I would tread lightly
if I were you.

With Olivia.

And with
each other.

KENSI:
Plenty of interrogators

and shrinks that
you could've sent in,

and you picked us.

You trying to tell us something?

KENSI: Hetty, this
isn't a game.

Which is exactly why

you and Mr. Deeks

were the only ones
for this task.

GRANGER:
All right.

Link up with Callen and Sam.

They're moving on Brunson now.

Roger that.

I feel like I need to take a
shower after that conversation.

He really got to you.

Of course he did.
The son of a bitch is right.

Right about what?

Come on, you know what.

Whatever happened
between him and Olivia

has nothing to do with us.

Right. He gets too close
to her on the job.

Things turn personal

when they should
stay professional.

And he gets burned.

He gets burned.
We didn't.

Not yet.

You know what it is?

I just kept looking
at him, thinking

that could be me on his side
of the table one day.

Deeks, that's the game
he was running.

This is exactly how
he wanted you to feel.

I get that.

It doesn't mean it's not true.

And I would never let
that happen to you.

Right.

The only problem being
that you would be the reason

it happened in the first place.

SAM:
You ready to roll, G?

Good to go.

(intercom buzzes)

Come on, baby, you in there?

You're twisted.
I took your man out the game.

I'll tell you what.

Tell your pretty wife
to look me in my eyes.

She knows how I move.

(intercom buzzes)

Sam's in.

ERIC:
That surveillance system

is closed circuit.
We cannot tap

into the feed to support you.

But, Callen, Kensi and
Deeks are on their way

to your position now.

Copy that.

Pat him down.

I want that back.

Look at you.

A tough guy, huh?

All swole.

Rolling in here

like you own the joint.

Maybe I do,
and you don't even realize it.

(laughs)

Where's Angelo? Is he alive?

Put a leash on your broad, man.

That would be
an impossible task.

More importantly,
who are you?

Switch.

Interesting.

It's a birth name, right?

Let me guess, you popped out,
and your mom said,

"Let me switch
this one out," right?

Talking about mothers leads
to people getting killed.

Okay, Switchy Switch,

I got three guys right there.

They're ready to slay you
down to the ground right now.

And you're fronting on me?

I never front.

Well, then you better
start talking.

Your boy Angelo

said he had a buyer for you.

A thousand pounds of Krokodil.

Nice story.

Well, the rest of the story is
I work with the buyer.

I represent him.

And Angelo?

He'll be all right. We got him.

Why'd you do him like that?

You got all this paper.

And no common sense.

Your man Angelo
works for Angelo.

He was stealing from you,
and trying to skim us.

We don't condone that.

You're lying.

I'm talking
to your man, not you.

I can move the product.

Thousand pounds today.
Except

I don't know you.

And it don't look
like you brought the cash.

So, where's the good faith?

"Faith"?

I look like a preacher to you?

I deal in cash only
and product.

Thousand pounds, two mill.

That's worth maybe six
on the street or more.

Look like we standing
on the street?

This is the big leagues.
Okay.

I will let you have
50,000 of it.

"Let me"?

You move it around,
see what you can do,

maybe I'll give you
a bigger load to mess with.

But none of at happens until
you bring Angelo to me today.

I don't get out of bed
in the morning for 50 grand.

250, that's it.

Okay.

We'll got to Marina del Rey.

I'll pick a spot.

BRUNSON:
We take my ride.

You know what I do.

You're the puppet master.

You familiar with that type?

Been on stage my whole life.

Friends are valuable.

Sometimes

enemies more so.

Which one am I talking to

right now?

Well, there's no choice there.

Either way I'm dancing
to your tune.

You've misread me,

Agent Angelo.

This is not a puppet master
you see before you.

I'm the one

who cuts the strings.

Kensi, set up overwatch.

Plenty of high ground.

Deeks, stay down low,
get close to Brunson's guys.

If things go bad,
we're gonna need back-up.

How are you gonna pass yourself
off as a buyer without 250 Gs?

Your partner still a slob?

Slob?

I'm standing right here.

Uh-huh.

Looks like someone nuked
a Lululemon back here.

Feels like a quarter-mill to me.

(sniffs)
Hmm.

Smells like you two have adopted
each other's hygiene habits.

All right, Sam's good.

Perfect location for the sting.

Plenty of sightlines for Kensi.

Plenty of cover for Deeks.

(vehicle approaching)

So?

Where's your man?

Relax.

I don't like you.

You don't have to.

I'm going
to tell you a story.

Just this week,

one of my guys,

he tries to lift some
of my Krokodil.

So, I made him shoot all of it.

"If you wish to control others

you must first
control yourself."

Miyamoto Musashi.

Who's that?

What, does he got a restaurant
on La Cienega or something?

Enough.

(phone rings)

Hello, Miss Blye.

Brunson's unstable, Hetty.

If he keeps it up,
I'm taking the shot.

Understood.

It's a bitch when things
don't go according to plan.

Do they ever?

It's been a long time since
Brunson's run a deal by himself.

I was the one
that pulled security,

gave him peace of mind.

Now, with me not being there,

he's gonna crack.

Kill one of your people

just to prove he's still got it.

I'm a friend, Hetty.

I guarantee that.

Well, that remains to be seen.

Petty Officer Bruce Shapiro.

Brunson owns him.

He is the inside man
on the USS Watertown.

He is the reason
Krokodil is in L.A.

You can't earn my friendship

so simply, Mr. Angelo.

Keep talking.

The only person that Brunson
will listen to besides me

is his wife, Olivia.

Now, I can deliver her

right now
from where we're sitting.

Do tell.

Flint, Michigan.
Oh.

Popping handcuffs
with bobby pins

and paper clips.

Listen, I knew it can
end this way.

Olivia out there.

Me locked up somewhere or dead.

But I promised her
that I wouldn't

leave her out in the cold.

Alone with Brunson.

Now maybe it wouldn't be
me that came for her.

Maybe it would be
someone else from NCIS.

But all she has
to hear is one thing.

"Flint, Michigan."

Safe word.

You trained her.

Olivia will track it,
Brunson won't.

She will know
that your agents are with me.

I promised I'd get her
out safely, Hetty.

I won't forget this.

I know.

(door opens)

(phone chimes)

(car door shuts)

This is him?

The buyer to end
all buyers, right?

The man who
moves the weight?

What is this,
casual Fridays or something?

Bling's just armor for the weak.

I wanted all of it.

A thousand pounds.
This is a waste of my time.

I told you.

Look, I am sorry
you don't like the situation.

It's just the way
it's gonna work.

You don't have Angelo.

Where is he?
That was part of deal.

Angelo's safe.

This goes according to plan,
he'll be released.

We good, Switch?

No, we're not good.

I haven't tested the merch yet.

I haven't even seen it.

(Callen chuckles)

I know you, Tyler Brunson.

Oh, do you now?

You're a regional guy
sitting on too much weight.

(laughs)
"Regional"?

Now, my partner
and I are global.

You borrowed the cash,

now you got
to flip the drugs.

The problem is you don't
have the resources

to move a thousand pounds
of Krokodil fast.

We do.

This transaction goes fine,
maybe we can talk about...

I don't do maybe.

I do the deal
on the table... only.

I got the cash.

Where are the goods?

I got guys
that can move this fast.

A crew out of Flint, Michigan.

BRUNSON:
Babe, what are you doing?

I told you
we could trust Angelo.

Search him.

Hetty, Callen and Sam have
been made.

Safe word, huh?

SAM: So, you've been calling
the shots all along.

You thought Angelo was your cop.

He's my cop.

You do that, you better kill me.

Let's go. We need to move.

They move or they die.

I have the shot.

Federal agent!

Kensi, you got Olivia!

I don't have a shot.

We're clear! Go!

Federal agent!

Don't do it. Don't do it.

(Olivia gasping, choking)

(Olivia sighs)

She's out.

Welcome back.

(door opens)

It's over.

After all these years

you still don't get it,
do you?

For guys like me
it's never over.

Brunson's dead...

and Olivia's in custody.

You'll never see her again.

Yeah, I know you tried
to warn her,

but it didn't work out.

Gave everyone a look inside
that third heart of yours.

Turns out
it belongs to a traitor.

Well, if you're gonna cuff me,

you better do it right
this time.

I'd rather put a bullet in your
skull and dump you in the ocean.

But neither one of us are
getting what we want tonight.

What is this?

I'm not gonna stop you.

(chuckles)

What, I'm free to go?

I walk?

Yeah, you walk.

But freedom,
that's another matter entirely.

I never thought
I'd be famous.

That's how
this ends, right?

One moment
I'm standing here,

Paul Angelo
in the flesh.

The next,
I'm just some rumor

the old cats will tell
probies in FLETC.

That crazy undercover
who got in too deep,

and Hetty Lange herself...

capped him out by the docks.

Your name's not Paul Angelo.

Well, your name
is not Hetty Lange.

Your true name...

has been wiped
from public record.

No traces of your
existence remain.

No birth records,
no social security number,

no digital footprint.

Only Paul Angelo remains.

Well, a good puppet is more
useful alive than dead.

We'll see how useful
you are...

soon enough.

What makes you think
you're gonna see me again?

You owe me your life.

And I always collect
on my debts.

Well, maybe that day will come,
maybe it won't.

But if it does,

what exactly are you expecting
me to do, Hetty?

Exactly what I tell you to do,
Mr. Angelo.

Now this one,
running game on Brunson.

Twisting him all up?
That's a feather.

Hold on a second.

We got into a gunfight
in the Marina.

Just because
you put the hammer down

doesn't mean you lost it, G.

Come on, Switch.
I'll buy ya a beer.

(scoffs) Switch.

Ah, Deeks.

Hey, yeah. Uh, tonight.

Let's, you want to talk?

Yeah. Let's start
with my gym bag.

Where is it?
Evidence locker.

Your gym bag was part
of the operation,

so it had to go
to the evidence locker.

My sports bras are not supposed
to be part of any operation.

This is a gross invasion
of my privacy.

Well, the good news is this team
totally respects your privacy.

So you're fine.

Also this team thinks
it's totally awesome

yet a little bit predictable

that you wear a Wonder Woman
sports bra.

Okay, I wouldn't exactly call
them Wonder Woman...

No, I saw it.
That's what it was.

You weren't supposed to be...
They're perfect 'cause they match

my Superman underwear.
I didn't need to know that.

I didn't need to
tell you that.

(chuckles)
Okay.

So...

about our thing...

Right. About our thing.

Um...

Yeah, I don't know
what to do with that.

What does your third heart
tell you?

(sighs)

Okay.

Contrary to hundreds of years
of scientific evidence...

...I believe that raccoons
do mate for life.

(exhales)

Still sharp.

(chuckles)

Touché.

(grunts)

Beginning of the end?

HETTY:
End of the beginning.

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