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Whoa! Close one.
But, alas, my friend, not close enough.
(laughing): Oh, ouch.
Sorry, buddy.
Uh, you want to go again?
MAN: Oh, yeah.
Okay. It's your funeral.
(whooshing) Oh. Mm.
Uh, by the way...
Yeah?
I'm hitting the club tonight. You want in?
Uh... For once?
I don't know.
Come on! I'm celebrating.
Celebrating what?
You know I can't talk about it.
Oh, yeah. Why not?
Confidentiality agreements.
(indistinct voice through headset)
Well, if I told you, then I would have to...
kill you, which I just did!
Oh, man! Oh. Just...
Whoa! (bullets clinking glass)
(grunts)
Someone's shooting at me!
That's why it's called (panting) a first-person shooter.
No, this is not a game! Please call the police.
What? Ira? Hello?
(panting)
(beep) Erase. Erase!
(panting, beeping)
(gasps)
(grunting)
(door creaks open)
MAN (through headset): Hello?
Hello?
Ira, what's going on?
Ira?
Come on, is this a joke?
Hey, Ira, are you okay?
(loud static)
Ira?
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(clears throat)
Oh.
It's 8:00 in the morning.
You know where your partner is?
I could ask you the same thing.
Well, not really, 'cause, technically,
it's not 8:00 in the morning in Afghanistan.
It's 8:30 p.m.
So, turns out, I know where my partner is
in both space and time.
Deeks, G is fine.
In fact, I'd wager to say he's more than fine.
What does that mean? Wait.
Does that mean what I think it means?
G had a date with Joelle last night.
Now he's late for work this morning.
You get the picture.
Oh, I get the picture.
Downloading now. (sighs)
Delete. Delete.
Save. Clear history.
(laughs)
You know, I hate to say I was right, but I was right.
What are you talking about?
I thought it was Michelle that set them up.
Where'd you hear that? (clears throat)
Nell.
Nell? What does Nell know about it?
Nell knows everything about everything mostly.
Look,
Michelle submitted an endorsement.
You know, anyone can endorse something, but it takes
a cunning strategist to put the pieces into play.
Oh, you mean Hetty?
Again, this is
all just coming from Nell.
(laughing)
Okay, I admit, Hetty had a part.
But it was a small part.
Miniscule.
Small,
Mr. Hanna?
You ought to know by now that I do nothing small.
Huh.
I haven't seen Mr. Callen yet this morning.
Is he all right?
Yeah, he's... he's fine.
He's more than fine.
Hmm. He had a bit of
car trouble this morning.
He'll, uh, be in later.
We got a case?
Yes, yes. Miss Jones will brief you up in Ops.
Not you, however. You're needed elsewhere, Mr. Deeks.
DEEKS: Okay.
The last time you said that,
somebody ended up in a different time zone.
Hmm.
MAN: Sir?
Over here.
Got a sat phone.
Don't touch it.
Keep searching this area. Yes, sir.
(helicopter whirring)
(beep, line ringing)
Booker, we found Blye's phone.
Looks like she ditched it purposely,
maybe to let us know where she was heading.
Has anybody seen or heard from Sabatino?
No.
Well, keep looking, this sector.
You got it.
(beep)
(men speaking Pashto)
(chain jangling)
(grunting)
(men continue speaking Pashto)
Jack!
What? Jack, it's Kensi.
I'm here!
(speaking Pashto) No!
Jack?!
Jack!
(men speaking Pashto, Kensi panting)
Last night, a downtown loft belonging to one Ira Wells was
shot up by a sniper.
Nell, where's Eric?
LAPD found blood
but no body.
Okay. Where did Hetty send Deeks? Mr. Wells
is a hacker for hire.
He specializes in...
Earth to Nell.
Where is everyone?
Hetty sent Deeks to retrieve Eric.
He's a witness in this case.
A witness how?
Ira and Eric are college friends.
They were chatting in an online game last night
when the attack occurred.
Okay, and how does this concern NCIS?
Well, as I was saying,
Ira is a hacker for hire.
He specializes in finding zero days.
You know, um, code flaws in computer systems.
So, you think he was targeted for something he was working on?
Ira works a ton for the DOD.
This could be a matter of national security.
Which is why we have to find Ira ASAP.
All right, G's pulling in.
I'm gonna brief him on the way to the loft.
Then I want to talk to our witness.
(buzzer sounds, distant shouting)
(door slams shut)
(snoring)
Hi. Hi. Excuse me. Um...
(distant shouting)
(Eric sighs)
MAN: Beale, your lawyer's here.
Oh, thank God.
(chuckling) Oh, no.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Sorry.
This is just, uh... that's just too good.
Wait. Smile.
No! Wait.
No. (laughing) Let's go.
So, uh, help me wrap my head around this.
You showed up to a crime scene alone
with no ID, wearing polar bear pajamas.
Look, I don't know what happened, all right?
Ira and I were playing this game,
and suddenly I hr all this banging and crashing,
and I'm like, "Okay, he's pranking me""
But then I'm like, "No, no, no, that sounds too real""
Mm-hmm. So, I go
over to his place, there's cops everywhere.
I'm trying to tell them what I heard.
Right. This detective
sets his coffee down right on top
of Ira's Cisco 5500-X Firewall,
which is like using a Rembrandt as a coaster.
Totally. So,
long story short, I get arrested
for tampering with a crime scene.
Mm-hmm. Let me just let you in on a little bit of advice.
Don't mess with a cop's coffee.
You're lucky you didn't get shot.
Hey.
Yeah?
How mad is she?
Scale of one to ten? 13.
SAM: Car trouble.
Really? Really.
I just gave that excuse to Hetty.
Now you're gonna use it on me? It's not an excuse.
Jo's car wouldn't start. I drove her to work. End of story.
I'm thinking her car trouble was more car absence,
which means she was at your place all night.
What do you think about that?
I think maybe you've been married a little bit too long,
and you're trying to live vicariously through me.
That's what I think.
(laughs)
All I'm saying is, you're welcome.
Thank your wife for me.
She was the mastermind.
Wow.
I'm starting to think Eric made the wrong career move.
Zero days are a lucrative business.
Some sell for over a half a million. Hmm.
Something tells me Ira's not gonna get paid
for this one, though.
I don't think so.
All right.
Sniper was positioned on the rooftop over there.
LAPD didn't find any brass. Cameras, either.
Neighbor down the hall
called the cops, said she saw armed men in the hallway.
All right, so the sniper takes out Ira.
Those guys come in and pick up the zero day.
Got fresh blood.
(door opening)
You said LAPD cleared out.
(panting)
Federal agents!
Don't!
Come down the steps.
Careful.
Put the bag down.
Please don't shoot me.
Relax, Ira. We're federal agents.
So were the guys who tried to kill me last night.
Will I have a scar?
I don't know. Do you want a scar?
Could really up my game with the ladies.
Then you'll have one.
I'll make sure of it.
Ira,
our military trains the best of the best.
Which means, when we want someone dead,
they're dead, yet here you are.
Yeah, and how lucky for you,
because you didn't get what you wanted
from my computers, did you?
I wiped them clean
and slipped away in the dark.
You slipped out in the night.
But you still needed some cash for the road, though, huh?
Where were you thinking?
Morocco? China?
Russia's nice, too.
(laughs) Ira,
I get it.
You're scared.
Somebody tried to kill you.
But I can't help you if you don't talk to me.
Now, what does this zero day do?
You're right, Agent Hanna.
I am scared.
But I'm not stupid.
If I give up the zero day, then you don't need me anymore.
And this time, I'm betting you won't miss.
(sighs)
Guy's definitely got an ego.
(scoffs) Guy thinks he's the center of a government conspiracy.
Where I come from, we call that delusional.
Well, in all fairness, a sniper tried to take him out.
Maybe he's not that far off base.
Well, the bottom line is, Ira doesn't trust us enough
to tell us what the zero day is.
All right, so how do we get him to talk?
The guy wants a conspiracy.
Let's give him one.
Okay, Ira, what are you hiding?
(door slides open)
Looking through a few files here and...
didn't mean to do that.
This day just keeps getting better and better.
Aw,
I'm sorry.
What did Hetty say?
Nothing.
She just sat there and stared at me,
didn't say a word.
I think I felt something die inside. Aw.
It's probably just the prison food.
(chuckles)
While you were in the slammer, I took a look at Ira's computers.
Wiped clean, just like he said. Well,
he's got state-of-the-art data-shredding software.
Whoever tried to kill Ira
couldn't have found the zero day.
At least not yet. Mmm.
Bad news is, we still have no idea what it is.
Ms. Jones, Mr. Beale, your presence is required
at the boatshed to assist in Mr. Wells' interrogation.
You don't give up, do you? It's out of my hands.
I'm turning you over to the DOD.
What? No. L... I want my phone call, Agent Hanna!
I-I want my phone... I assure you, Mr. Wells, you'll have
your phone call just as soon as we can straighten
a few things out.
Stephanie Prim, Department of...
Oh, you're bleeding. This man
needs a hospital, Agent Hanna.
It's just a flesh wound. I dressed it myself.
Oh. I didn't realize you were a doctor as well.
I'm done with you. I'd like to speak
with your superior.
Now.
And shut the door.
That's right.
Close it.
Now... Um, actually, I'm okay,
Ms. Prim. Really, it's-it's superficial.
(chuckles) Just looks worse than it is. Well,
you are a brave man.
And I sincerely apologize for your treatment thus far.
(sighs)
Now...
...we believe you may be able to help us
with a matter of national security.
Do you know this man?
Hmm? Oh. Uh,
yeah.
That's Eric Beale. I-I went to college with him. Why?
We arrested Mr. Beale this morning
on charges of cyberterrorism.
(chuckles)
Beale?
A terrorist? We have
documentation showing he hacked
a high-level Pentagon e-mail address,
which he then used to enlist your services.
We believe he was planning to auction your zero day
off to the highest bidder.
This doesn't make any sense.
I mean, why would Beale hire someone
when he could just do the job himself?
He's a skilled hacker.
Clearly not as skilled as you.
Ira.
W...
(chuckles)
(speaking indistinctly)
She's good.
Scary good.
Ira, we need to know
exactly what Mr. Beale asked you to find.
Lives could be at stake.
(grunting)
(man speaking Pashto outside)
(grunts) (man speaking Pashto)
(shouts, groaning)
Jack?
Jack.
(panting)
Hey. Hey.
Open your eyes if you can hear me.
Jack. Hi. Mm.
(speaks indistinctly, groans)
I think they busted some ribs. (grunting)
(panting)
What the hell are you doing here?
I... uh...
I-I came here to, um...
What are you doing here?
I heard you'd been captured. I was trying to...
talk them into releasing you.
I thought you were dead.
Yeah, well... (groans)
I got a feeling we both might be before the night's over.
NELL: Ira's zero day exploits a weakness in GLONASS,
or Global Navigation Satellite System.
Russian GPS.
Yes.
Uh, the flaw that Ira found allows access
to the base code that assigns coordinates
to GLONASS monitoring stations around the world.
NELL: Meaning that a hacker
could trick the system into thinking
Moscow was in New Jersey. DEEKS: I'm guessing this is
affecting more than just Russian Yelpers looking for stroganoff?
ERIC: Uh,
no. It is also the system that guides their nuclear missiles.
Ah. NELL: And if someone were
to exploit this zero day, they could potentially divert
the missiles to any target of their choosing.
SAM: Makes sense
the Department of Defense would want to take advantage of that
in the event of a war.
Except the DOD didn't hire Ira.
Hetty and I have been on the phone all morning
with over a dozen senior officials.
They've never heard of this zero day.
ERIC: So...
what does that mean?
It means someone else is trying to gain access
to Russia's missile guidance system.
NELL: According to Ira, the deal for the GLONASS zero day
was set up through Neidra Industries.
The government contractor? I thought their focus
was cyber warfare. Well, that's essentially
what zero days are. So Neidra acts as the middleman
between the buyers and the hackers.
It's become a profitable business in recent years.
CALLEN: So either
someone approached Neidra posing as the DOD...
Or someone inside the company is working
for our mysterious third party.
NELL: And unfortunately, Ira was bluffing
about wiping the zero day.
Last night, he sent it to Neidra through a secure router.
So it should be sitting on their server.
If someone hasn't retrieved it already.
We need to get inside and secure the zero day.
Can't we just order them to give us access?
They are a government contractor. DEEKS: No,
there's too many laws protecting corporate data.
The legit approach could take days.
And it could spook the inside man.
So we go in under the radar,
access the server without anyone knowing.
NELL: Yeah,
that's not gonna be easy. Neidra employs
state-of-the-art security measures
around all of their servers,
so you won't get anywhere near them, let alone a computer
with access to them. SAM: Well, the company
makes money finding flaws. Makes sense they'd be flawless.
Well, maybe we can use that to our advantage.
ERIC: Look, Ira,
I'm sorry we had to lie to you.
We just needed some answers fast.
In retrospect, I should have known it was a scam.
I mean, you?
A terrorist?
But she had me going.
Guess I'm just a sucker for a pretty face.
(whispering): Look, you know you can't trust 'em.
The government.
The people you work for.
You're just a cog in their machine.
Ira... If you want to have control,
I mean, make a real difference and some money, too,
work freelance with me.
Are you serious?
You know we would be a great team again.
Yeah, we would.
But I-I make a big difference here at NCIS.
Do they know that?
Here.
(slurping)
Mmm. Manena.
Thank you.
Who knows you're here?
My unit knows I'm in Afghanistan,
but nobody knows I came looking for you.
You shouldn't have.
My mission was to kill you.
Why?
Because you've been helping the militants.
That's not true.
S...
So you're not the one they call the White Ghost, Spin Pairay?
The only ones I help are the people from my village.
(stammers, sighs)
Okay, I'm sorry.
Your village, Jack?
Who are you? You've been gone for nine years.
Something inside me broke when I was here.
Well, you know we could've worked through this together,
right? You and me? The way it used to be?
I tried. I tried. No, you didn't try hard enough.
I-I thought if I came here, We could've done this together.
I could find what I lost.
And what I found was...
simplicity and...
purity of existence.
It was as if... everything
from my past just-just fell away and I was free.
Free from me.
From everything.
I'm not
the man you remember.
The man who said he loved me?
Who asked me to marry him?
That...
that part of me is gone.
I converted to Islam,
was eventually accepted
by one of the more moderate tribes.
For the first time in my life,
even in a world... ravaged by war,
I found peace inside.
And out.
I...
I fell in love.
(exhales)
Her name was Mastanah.
Eventually we-we married
and had a child, (exhales)
Belourine.
And your wife?
She was...
she was killed in a drone strike.
I'm sorry.
I... alerted the U.S. authorities,
and their response was to send a CIA operative
to try and recruit me.
I only cooperated enough to protect
my tribe. I have no interest in-in revenge or...
or violence.
Hey, there's one thing I learned.
It's that no one wins a war.
(elevator bell dings)
(indistinct, distant chatter)
Hi. How can I help you?
Uh, Dexter Hughes.
I'm here to see your CEO, Lance Witten.
(computer trilling)
I'm sorry. I'm not seeing an appointment here.
Yeah. That's 'cause I didn't make one, but he's gonna want to see me.
Well, unfortunately, Mr. Witten is in a meeting.
Mm-hmm. Pull him out.
Tell Lance that
if he doesn't come see me right now,
his company is gonna be gone by the time his meeting's over.
Oh, and if he needs any more convincing,
why don't you just show him... this?
Thanks.
SAM: You know what to do?
It's not rocket science.
I'm waiting.
(beep)
Look at that. Huh?
G, I'm in position.
Copy that.
This some sort of joke?
On the contrary, Lance.
This is your most important meeting of the day.
You think you can scare me with a few numbers?
No.
Not just numbers, Lance.
The-the, uh, password to your e-mail, but
you know that.
From last month. Change it weekly.
What do you want?
I want the same thing you want. (trilling)
To ensure the security and success
of Neidra Industries.
ERIC: All right, we got a thumb.
Sending it to you now, Sam.
(trilling, beep)
(beep, chirping)
(beep)
Good to go.
Right.
You got nothing.
I'll tell you what, Lance.
Why don't I just show you?
(electrical hiss, clacking)
(clacking) WOMAN: What happened?
(electrical buzzing, clack)
Okay, Sam, you have 25 seconds
till the backup generators kick in.
(indistinct, overlapping chatter)
Well,
seems I found a zero day in your own security system.
I would be willing to sell this to you.
Or I could pop over to one of your competitors,
see if maybe they're interested.
(chuckling)
You think you're the first person
who's tried to scam this company?
I bet you got somebody outside tampering with the power box.
(beep) Get security in here.
Sam,
you've got... SAM: 15 seconds.
My internal clock is perfect, Nell.
Okay.
Optical tap in place.
Seven seconds. Get out.
Three, two,
one.
(buzzer sounds)
Lasers, man.
I hate freakin' lasers.
(sighs)
Fine, Lance. You don't believe me?
Why don't you check your servers?
My servers are fine.
Get him out of here.
Suit yourself.
It's okay.
ERIC: Witten took the bait.
He's accessing the servers now.
And thanks to the optical tap that Sam put in place,
I am... right behind him.
Okay, searching for Ira's zero day.
(beep)
It was just downloaded this morning
onto a USB drive by...
(phone buzzing)
...Jeffrey Taylor.
And he works in client services.
And get this.
He's accumulated
over a hundred grand in credit card debt.
(beeping)
ERIC: Uh, guys, Taylor just used
his ID to exit into a parking garage.
Sam, Deeks, it's just to your west.
(footfalls running)
SAM: So, at least three men in that SUV.
He's selling the GLONASS zero day.
Good-bye, credit card debt.
Federal agents!
(grunts)
Let's go. Let's go!
(tires squealing)
Moving!
(gunfire, glass breaking)
(tires squealing)
He's dead.
Taylor, too.
Zero day USB?
No dice.
ERIC: We found a record of encrypted e-mails
on Taylor's home computer.
Still working on breaking them.
He's taken a lot of business trips,
including Russia.
Maybe that's where he found his buyer,
set up the deal for the zero day.
It was a bad deal.
First they try to avoid paying by going after Ira.
Then they kill Taylor to avoid paying him.
So we're looking for the world's cheapest terrorists?
Survey says... Chechen separatists.
Meet Ruman Taimiev.
He entered this country seven weeks ago along with these men.
They have ties to the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.
And intel suggests the group's goal is
to force the Russian military to pull out of the Caucasus.
Control GLONASS, you control the Russian missiles.
They'd have to meet their demands.
ERIC: I've been thinking.
Zero days get their name from the fact
that once a flaw is discovered,
the owner of the hacked system has exactly zero days
to fix it before it can be exploited.
So if we fix the zero day,
the Chechens won't have that opportunity.
Ira knows GLONASS better than I do.
I can easily access it from his computers.
HETTY: It's an excellent idea, Mr. Beale.
Miss Jones can accompany Mr. Wells to his loft.
ERIC: With all due
respect, I have more experience hacking
foreign systems. NELL: That's true.
He does. He should go.
HETTY: Mr. Beale can hack
just as well up in Ops.
And you're the field agent.
Right.
(clears throat)
If this doesn't work, we still got to warn the Russians.
Sounds like it's time
to pay our old friend at the, uh, consulate a visit.
You think he'll remember us?
Uh-huh.
I'm guessing you don't really wear glasses.
Nope.
But the attitude-- was that real?
What do you think?
Uh, guys, we're on a clock.
Right.
Uh... system is...
(computer chirps) ...up and running.
Okay. I'll get you access.
I am... loading the...
the GLONASS drive.
Me, too.
Just take a minute.
I was gonna say 15 seconds.
Anyway... I'm glad about the glasses.
Makes it easier to see your brown eyes.
Okay... I'm in.
(computer chirps) So am I.
Okay, how long will it take to fix? Uh,
should go faster with two of us.
Beale, can you shore up the PZ-90
coordinate datum while I... (buzzer sounding)
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.
What's wrong?
The zero day-- it's...
it's gone.
The flaw's been fixed.
Isn't that what we wanted?
ERIC: No. We're too late.
The Chechens have already accessed the GLONASS.
They've gone in and locked the door behind them.
(chain clinking)
Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar.
Allahu Akbar.
Will your tribe come get you?
No.
Yeah, well, mine will... eventually.
We might stand a chance
if we actually get ourselves free.
I've renounced violence.
Really?
Even if it means saving your own life?
Inshallah.
Oh. (sighs)
Haven't you ever heard,
God helps those who help themselves?
The Koran says,
"Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people
until they change what is in themselves."
Well, there you go.
Let's change our condition and get the hell out of here.
What do you have in mind?
(sighs)
Take off your clothes.
And throw it in the fire
with anything else you think we can use to smoke up this place.
When they come in
and investigate, it might give us
the few seconds we need. Come on.
(men speaking Pashto)
No.
(yelling)
Where are you taking him?
Jack?! Jack!
(speaking Pashto)
Where are you taking him?
(Jack groans, men speak Pashto)
Where are you taking him?
(Jack groans)
(groans softly)
(distant shouting)
(panting)
(speaking Russian)
Little afternoon delight, Boris?
Wife's not gonna like that.
Who are you?
Where are my men?
They're dealing with a little car trouble downstairs.
I'm actually surprised you're not in Siberia, Boris. I mean,
given the debacle at the consulate last October.
What do you know about October?
Tenth month of the year.
Halloween, Columbus Day.
But we're here to talk
about the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.
We just thought you might want to know
that earlier today, they gained access
to your Global Navigation Satellite System.
GLONASS? Impossible.
Call the Kremlin.
No harm in checking, right?
This is a trick.
A ploy to get us to scrap the test, huh?
It will not work.
Test?
What test?
You see, the Cold War never ended, my dear American friends.
But that was our mistake, these past 20 years.
Starting today,
that all changes. (elevator dings)
Good day, gentlemen.
We confirmed with the Pentagon: the Russians
have been developing a new long-range missile.
A test launch is scheduled for sometime tomorrow.
Which is already today in Russia. God,
I hate time zones.
Does the Kremlin know? Hetty
and the White House are on the phone with them.
Correction. Was on the phone.
The Russian president just informed us.
The missile launched five minutes ago.
We were too late.
According to the Russian military,
the missile was supposed to detonate harmlessly
in the Arctic Ocean. But with
the way the Chechens have altered GLONASS,
it will now strike San Francisco
in 31 minutes. So the Chechens
aren't aiming for Russia.
They're targeting the U.S. Their stated goal
is to get the Russian military out of the Caucasus.
If the U.S. declares war on Russia, mission accomplished.
Is the missile nuclear? No, but
it is carrying over 900 pounds of fuel-air explosive.
Thermoberic. Turns air to fire.
Can't we send a command self-destruct to the missile?
There isn't one. It's designed to be tamperproof.
That includes radio-controlled commands. Look,
the only way the missile will self-destruct
is if it goes off-course
And from the missile's point-of-view,
it's right on target.
HETTY: The president just activated
the Aegis Missile Defense System.
Unfortunately, the only BMD
capable vessels are in the Sea of Japan,
watching North Korea.
They're not in position to intercept
a missile from Siberia. Okay, if we
can't use the zero day to change the GLONASS coordinates,
what else can we do?
I think I have an idea.
All GeoNav satellite systems rely on
ground monitoring stations to provide coordinates.
They're like guideposts
for the satellites. Now, if we can add
a new station to the GLONASS network,
it might just skew the coordinates enough
to alter the trajectory of the missile.
Great. How do we do that? We'd have to
recalibrate an American GPS station
so that it thinks that it's part of GLONASS.
Okay, the nearest station is
on a roof at Fifth and Rose, downtown.
Mr. Beale.
Try not to get arrested this time.
All right, I'm on my way.
I got to go back to Ops.
Is everything all right?
The Russians launched a test missile.
Eric and the others are headed downtown
to a GPS monitoring station to try to recalibrate it.
No one knows the ins and outs of GLONASS better I do.
I can help. Sorry,
you're still a potential target. Just wait here.
Uh, another NCIS agent should be here shortly.
CALLEN: How much time?
Five minutes. 4:57.
Three seconds off. Someone needs to wind their internal clock.
I understand.
Yes, she's just arriving.
That was Agent Thompson at the loft.
Mr. Wells is gone.
All right, I'm pinging his cell phone now.
That's the location of the monitor station.
Oh, no.
Bugger.
Mr. Callen,
you're about to have some company.
(door opens)
Whoa. It's just me.
Yeah, he just got here.
NELL: No,
not Ira. The Chechens. They must
have been watching his loft. They're...
following him to your exact position and
heading up the stairs now.
They must have figured Ira was with us after Neidra.
Go help Beale. We need to buy Eric
some extra time. Deeks, brace the door.
On it. All right, buddy,
first we need to, uh... Adjust the L1 band to 1602 megahertz.
I'm already doing it. I need you
to compensate for the lower satellite orbits,
and I need you to do it in under three minutes.
Okay.
Anything else?
Yeah. Nell's eyes?
They're hazel.
QRF is ten minutes out.
HETTY: We haven't got that long.
(thump)
You think that's them?
(rapid gunfire)
Eric, how much time do you need?
(booming gunshots)
Sniper. North building.
He doesn't have a line of sight to the
monitor station. (rapid gunfire)
Yeah, but these guys do.
(gunfire continues)
Eric, you're exposed.
We're working. Ira, I need those
orbital calculations...
Ira.
(rapid gunfire continues)
(grunts)
Deeks, need a diversion.
Hell, diversion's my middle name.
Okay. Here goes nothing.
(beeping)
Aah! On three. One,
two,
(grunts)
(booming gunshots)
Aah!
Hah, hah, hah. (whoops)
All clear.
Deeks?
Yeah, I'm good.
But I'm definitely changing my middle name.
Eric.
Eric?
Is it over?
(chuckles) It's over.
What about the missile?
Splashing down in the Pacific.
HETTY: Good work, Mr. Beale.
(laughs) So,
about us working together.
I think I'm good where I am.
(panting) Yeah. You okay?
Yeah, uh, legs just a little... little wobbly.
Little wobbly.
And I'm, uh, having trouble
breathing. This is shock.
I'm in shock. You're in shock.
Yeah, I think I'm in shock. Brown bag, ice, elevate.
(exhales) Cocktail.
The official statement from the Russians is:
the missile functioned perfectly.
(laughs) And it did.
Yeah, as long as those
missiles keep landing in the ocean,
I'm a happy camper.
Amen.
Mr. Callen's already left?
Yeah, he, uh, left to get his car...
from the shop. Shop.
Oh, right.
You mean Joelle's car?
(stammers)
Shut up.
I didn't say anything.
7:00 in the evening. You know where your partner is?
Nope, but I know who he's with,
and I have a good idea what they're doing.
You get the picture.
Downloading... downloading...
Delete.
Save. Whoa.
That was quite the day, huh?
(short laugh)
How you feeling?
Better. Tired.
Mm.
A little queasy. Yup.
(sighs)
It's probably still the prison food.
Hey.
What?
Just gonna say that...
it's nice to see your eyes without your glasses on.
Have a good night.
You, too. Have a good night.
Thank you.
(sighs)
(beep)
(beeping, whirring)
Time for your breakfast, Owen?
We have a situation. Blye's missing.
What do you mean?
I mean she's gone.
She took a horse and left her rifle.
I gave her a secure sat phone.
She ditched it.
She had a shot at our target yesterday and she choked.
No, my people don't choke.
Then what is this? Something spooked her.
She missed the shot yesterday
and snuck out of here during the night
without a weapon and without telling anyone else
where she was going.
What about your man, Sabatino?
I don't know.
He works off the grid for days at a time.
So you actually have two operatives missing.
I'd be careful if I were you. She was your choice
for this mission.
I tracked her horse as far as I could.
She's heading into an area controlled by the insurgents.
(sighs)
Do you know something I don't know, Henrietta?
Because if you want your girl back,
now would be the time to tell me.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
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