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MAN:
Everybody down on the floor!

MAN 2:
Drop it!

Don't move.

MAN:
The safe!

(grunts)
What safe?

(woman screams)

MASKED MAN:
Go!

(grunting)
Go!

(panting)

No panic code.
Open it clean.

(panting)

(beeping)

(panting)

(beeping continues)

(safe clicks)

(alarm ringing)

(siren wailing)

OFFICER:
LAPD!

Stop!

(crowd chatter)

What the hell?

♪ NCIS: LA 5x22 ♪
One More Chance
Original Air Date on April 29, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

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"A little madness in the spring,
is wholesome even for the king""

Deeks speaks Dickinson.

Deeks doesn't speak Dickinson.

No. Deeks is full of
the Dickinson.

That I believe.

Well, I would like to know why.

Because springtime
is fully upon us,

my friends, and with it,

the age-old opportunity
to enrich one's life.

CALLEN:
Yeah, spring break?

Aren't you maybe
a little old for that?

Mm-mm. Not spring break.
Spring cleaning.

Every year, I disinfect
my entire electronic world.

So, Instagram...

Twitter, DVR, iPod,

Facebook,
the whole shebang.

You're on Facebook?

Yeah. I mean, we use aliases

and don't post any pictures
that would compromise us.

"Us"?

KENSI:
Yeah. I'm on, too.

But unlike Deeks,

my page doesn't
need to be sanitized.

Wait a minute,
so, you Special Agent Ninjas

don't dust off your digitals?

I dust my digitals daily.

(chuckles)

(sniffs)
Smell that?

That, my friend,

is Downy fresh Facebook;

so fresh and so clean.

KENSI: You're deleting friends,
aren't you?

DEEKS: Yeah.
The first casualties to go

are people that post, uh,

pictures of their entrées.

I've got zero tolerance
for FoodBookers.

Eric. He's talking about Eric.

DEEKS:
Okay. You know what?

You need to climb off your

Seabiscuit there, Kensi,

'cause you are dangling there
by a thermionic thread.

Uh, why?

Because you post like,
these obtuse and vague photos

that illicit a response.

You know what you are,
Kensilina?

You're a Vaguebooker.
A "Vaguebooker"?

(chuckling)
DEEKS: I mean, there are worse things,

but, I really can't
think of any.

How about the dude that
dedicates 11 albums to his dog?

(whistling)
Mm.

Caught a case.
Granger's up in Ops.

Uh, hey, so, um...

Do I seem like the type
of person who would Vaguebook?

HETTY:
Mr. Hanna.

A moment please.

Come on.
I... Mm...

(laughs)

Last Tuesday.

Olive Garden.

I posted my
Tortellini al Forno.

You hit "like."

Did I?

Take a good look,
Mr. Hanna.

This is a blast

from your task force past.

SAM:
It's the XD-8.

It's the finest unmanned aerial
vehicle the Navy could buy.

NELL:
Valor Avionics puts a bow

on the project
later this week.

Better late than never.

Red tape had XD-8
in near dissolution,

but, it was willed to completion
by Valor's chief engineer...

SAM:
Jessica Peyton.

I was on her protection detail
in Saudi Arabia.

She had total control of
everything on this project,

but, not her
ten-year-old daughter.

Riley.

Whom, as I recall,

made quite the impression
on you, yes?

Yeah. She was like
this little...

pint-sized ball

of energy and fun.

She's missing, Sam.

Since when?

It's been... several weeks.

Investigators believe
she was taken by her own father.

This morning, four armed men
boosted a copy of XD-8 software

from Valor Avionics
headquarters.

This is sensitive intel
that SECNAV

doesn't want listed on eBay.

And you think
Riley's disappearance

and the robbery are related?

I think you know how I feel
about coincidences.

NELL: LAPD found the
getaway van at LAX,

but it was wiped
clean of prints.

Interestingly enough,

they left behind
one single Dorito...

and this CD booklet
for a rock band.

90 seconds from when the
robbers entered until they left.

LAPD had several cars
in the vicinity,

saw them as they slipped out.

KENSI:
And they couldn't catch them?

They lost them in the crowd.

GRANGER: They thought they were
there to participate in a flare mob;

some kind of
spontaneous dance thing.

Flash mob.

Potato, potahto.

ERIC:
There was an anonymous ad

for the flash mob
posted on Craigslist.

When the performers arrived,

there was a box of
chrome masks waiting.

They all put one on.

And became
the perfect decoys.

XD-8's the Navy's new UAV.

The project has attracted the
attention a number of militant

and terrorist groups.

Including the
Tehrik-e Taliban.

Wire chatter revealed
they were planning to attack

the XD-8's development team.

A task force was created
to protect them.

I remember that.

KENSI:
Sam, weren't you assigned

to the chief engineer,
Jessica Peyton?

And her ten-year-old daughter,
Riley.

Nell just sent a video.
Bring it up, Eric.

We were holed up in the house
all day, every day.

She wanted to learn to play

the drums her dad bought her.

So, I took some time
to teach her the basics.

Believe it or not,

she only wanted to play
one song, by one group;

Together Pangea.

KENSI:
Hard rock.

My kind of girl.

She's MIA.
GRANGER: She's with her father,

who'd been threatening
to leave his wife for months.

There's no reason to assume

Riley's in imminent danger,
Agent Hanna.

Eric, bring up
the evidence photos.

Here's the reason.

This was found under
the rear floor mat

of the getaway van.

CALLEN:
Together Pangea.

Then what is this,
if it isn't just some rock CD?

It's a little girl's SOS.

(indistinct chatter,
camera shutter clicks)

I didn't even know
what had happened

until after
the shots were fired.

TEC-9 is quite
a wake-up call.

Well, fortunately,
they only got the software.

The physical XD-8 was assembled
here in our main hangar

and then it was shipped down
to San Diego last week.

Camp Pendleton?

Yeah. Secured by
Bravo Company in area 31.

There she is, Sam.

Just as flawless
as when we delivered her.

Your software is missing,
Jessica.

Yeah. Only a beta version.

We've already
rewritten most of the code,

rendering it obsolete.

Plus, they don't have
the hardware.

And even if they did,

the XD-8 has a
built-in fail-safe.

It only launches
after a retina scan

or verifies that the user

is a principal engineer
with our development team.

So, as you can see, guys,

in reality, they have nothing.

Maybe not.

But we believe that your
daughter's disappearance

may be related to the robbery.

Agent Callen, Riley's
with her father, Ben, back East.

Safe and sound. Believe me.

Jessica, you filed
a police report saying

your husband took her
without your consent.

JESSICA:
I was angry.

But, then,
Ben explained himself.

She's in good hands.
He's a great father.

We just weren't
meant to be a couple.

And you haven't spoken
to Ben or Riley

since he took her back East?

No. For Riley's protection.

I don't even have
a phone number.

This project's
put our lives in danger,

so, I knew deep down,
she'd be safer with Ben.

He's homeschooling her,

they're living under aliases
far away from here.

It's just temporary, Sam.

Ben sends Jess a letter

every week to check in.
Just, no return address.

Unfortunately,

the project's had a few
setbacks, but...

we're finally wrapping up,
and they'll be coming home soon.

(sighs)

So...

all the radio station
presets in my Caddy?

They're changed.
Decontaminated.

A man can only stomach
so much Michael Bublé.

This, coming from the guy who has
the Josh Groban Christmas album.

Easy, tiger.
Yeah.

Eric said 200 chrome masks
were delivered here.

Edgar Ramirez.

Probably cost more than
his whole mortgage.

Mr. Ramirez. Federal agents.

Mr. Ramirez?

There's one on the floor.

One, two, three.

Clear.

(beeping)
Kens! Go, go, go!

(both grunt)

You okay?

Yeah.

DEEKS: Looks like Kid Rock's throwing
a very disorganized yard sale.

KENSI: Kid Rock? Really?
Okay,

rule número uno:
when a hero saves your life,

you can't make fun
of the said hero.

Um, I'm not sure you
saved my life, per se.

Okay, well, let's just
do the math then, per se.

One triggered I.E.D.,
one clueless person

equals two people
still breathing.

Okay, fine, maybe you did,
but I think we both know

that you owe me

about a dozen already.

Guys, I got a laptop.

Well, kind of got a laptop.

The whole place was wired.

They used a plastic-coated,
multi-strand

stainless steel.
It's really popular

with people who...
like to blow other people up.

Sam?

RDX.

Like a cheaper,
more accessible C4.

Well, this thing's
best days are behind it.

So is this right arm.
Actually it's only missing a left.

What the hell is...?

Holy S'mores, Batman.

This gives new meaning
to "fried hard drive."

Well, I did a swift hard-wire
to discover a cloaked short key.

for user access.

That's some pretty
high-level security

for a personal laptop.

That it is.

And now I've begun

what will be
a monumental restoration.

Stella

is going to get her groove back.

Did you say "Stella"?

Yeah, that's what I named her.

Wow.

This could end up as quite

the notch on your bedpost.

I'm gonna go now.

Okay.
Yeah.

Yame Gyokuro.

Your tea, right?

Gyo-kuro.

It took me eons

to grasp the proper diction.

All the more reason
to drink coffee.

So...

one unidentified fingerprint
was lifted from the CD booklet.

It could belong to Riley Peyton.

Or seven billion other people.

You feel

Agent Hanna may be reaching
a bit on this one?

What do you think?

I think his track record

gives him a little leeway.

Until it adversely affects

the course of the investigation.

I mean, even for
the greatest agents,

emotion proves to be
the enemy of truth.

Are you reading

Dostoyevsky again, Owen?

John le Carré.

CALLEN:
Arm's on the way to the lab

to be ID'd.

Good.

Granger doesn't
seem convinced

Riley Peyton's
disappearance

is related to any of this.

Wouldn't be the first time
Granger's been wrong.

Probably thinks that

since it's an old van, rental,

lot of people
cycling through it,

that CD booklet
could've ended up there

for any number of reasons.

Granger's really thought
all this through, huh?

He has.

Well, I would start
by reminding Granger

that the van was wiped clean.

And they missed the booklet

because it was wedged
under a mat.

I'd also tell Granger that
I can feel it in my gut

that Riley needs our help.

What do you think
Granger would say to that?

I don't know.

But I say we go find her.

If Sam's right,

Jessica Peyton's job
has put her daughter at risk.

I just... I can't imagine.

Seriously.

Kind of makes you wonder if
it's even worth it, you know?

The... having kids.

I thought you liked kids.

No, I do. I love kids.

Just, you know,
other people's kids.

You don't want your own someday?

I mean, I thought that I did.

You know, and then there's...

you know, there's things
like this, so...

What? Things like what?
What's this?

You know, things like
this case, this situation.

That's the whole thing
'cause when I was undercover,

I was fearless.
You know why that was?

Because you didn't have
to worry about anybody?

Yeah, because I was
on my own, you know?

Nobody has any control over
you when you're on your own.

That's true,
but then again you don't have

anybody looking
after you, either.

No one's got your back.

Oh, my God.

What?

I just realized

you're the yin in my yang.

So to speak.

Uh, explain to me how you have

this capability of making
everything sound so wrong.

It's a gift, isn't it?

I'm just saying, like,

you're the right to my wrong.

I'm like the good to your evil.

The beast to my beauty?

That's hurtful.

Guys, I got something.

I just finished the
post-mortem resuscitation

on the laptop you guys
found at the trailer...

Does it belong
to an Edgar Ramirez?

I don't know yet.

So, what did you resuscitate?

This.

I am Riley Peyton.

I am ten years old.

My father is Ben Peyton.

We are kidnapped.

Oh, my God. Sam was right.

The men say

they'll kill us

if you don't give them
what they want.

Do we have a time stamp on this?

Nine days ago.

Location?
No.

Sorry.
RILEY (crying): Please.

Do exactly as they say.

(low sob)

Or we'll die.

RILEY:
We need help.

Please.

Do exactly as they say.

We need help.

(Riley crying)

Or we'll die.

I-I am Riley Peyton.

If there's anything in there,
Eric and Nell will find it.

I am ten years old.

My father is Ben Peyton.

We are kidnapped.

You ever meet Ben Peyton?

Yeah.

Once.

And?

He was nice.

He was odd.

I don't know if I trust him.

And the mom?

Work-obsessed.

She's no Mother
of the Year candidate,

but I don't think
she knew Riley was in danger.

So much for a mother's intuition.
Yeah.

Listen, you got to stop...
Watching the tape.

I know.
Good.

CALLEN:
Well, let's head up to...

Go up to Ops.
See what the others have.

Partner's intuition?

Something like that.

Come on.

The meat puzzle you recovered
was positively identified

as Edgar Ramirez.

Cause of death
is still unknown.

Aggravated battery last May,
several priors--

violation of a restraining
order, possession

of narcotics, resisting arrest...
SAM: He's a bad guy.

We get it, Nell.

What else?
DEEKS: We ran a full-scale trace

on, uh, Ramirez's cell phone
and credit cards.

Turns out he was
a creature of routine.

KENSI: Every afternoon for the last
two weeks, he's been going

to a high-end outdoor mall right
across from Valor Avionics.

Convenient.
Right. And every day

at the same time,
he met with these three men

in the food court.
We're not able to ID them.

The security cameras
are too far way.

KENSI: Think they know
Ramirez is dead?

They do if they killed him.

About 40 minutes
until their daily powwow.

KENSI:
A little less,

actually, if you want
to mic 'em. That...

spiffy dresser
over there on the left,

he gets his shoes shined
every day at the mall

before they meet.

I know that look,
and I don't like it.

Just saying.

Just for the record, there is
such thing as a shoe shine girl.

KENSI:
Come on. Be positive.

At least you get to keep the tips.
CALLEN: No chance

Hetty's gonna let you keep that.

DEEKS: Yeah, it's not gonna be
a problem, considering I've only

earned $11 so far.

CALLEN: You're not getting
any tips because

your shirt sleeves are
all stained with shoe polish.

You're a mess.

KENSI: Callen has a point,
Deeks. If you can't keep

your sleeves clean, why

would you be able to keep
your customers' socks clean?

DEEKS:
Mm-hmm. I'm gonna go ahead

and classify that
under "Good to Know."

SAM:
Focus.

Six o'clock, Deeks.

Target's headed your way.

I got him.

Make sure your button camera
lands a clean shot of his face.

Hey, boss.

(grunts)

(sighs)

Where's Rod?

Rod? Eh, Rod's out sick.
But don't worry,

he taught me everything he knows.
I'm in a hurry.

Make it quick.

His name is
John Stikler.

He's got a lengthy rap sheet--
mostly low-level misdemeanors.

Eric, I think I got eyes
on our other two suspects.

Coming in the west entrance.

SAM: Come on. You really can't ID
these guys?

ERIC: Sorry, cameras are
just too wide.

So, uh, where you from, pal?

(sighs)
Here and there.

Oh, yeah? That's outside
of Albuquerque, right?

(cackles)

DEEKS:
Eh, it wasn't that funny.

Deeks, how we doing?
Looking good

and looking shiny.
Look at that, huh?

You can see yourself,
like a mirror.

All right, you're ready
for the world.

(exhales)

Not bad.

Get yourself
a... haircut.

(chuckles)
Right. Thanks, boss.

(exhales)

Punk didn't even tip me.

What about
the mic, Deeks?

It's secure.

MAN (over microphone):
I said 1:00.

Relax.

Hey, what's the rush?

Keep your phone on.

DEEKS:
That's it?

I shined boots all day

for that?

No mention of
Ramirez's absence.

Must know he's dead.

CALLEN:
Kensi, Deeks,

take him out quietly.

Copy that.

We got a runner.

He must've made me.

What the...

MAN:
Hey!

Should've left a tip, John.

I want to file a complaint.

Hmm. We'll let you fill
out a comment card

when you go home.

What am I being charged with?
Treason.

Treason?
Yeah.

Been following
your crew for weeks.

Listen, man.

I'm just the driver.

I make it a point
not to ask questions.

So, what, you're like
Uber for criminals?

Hmm?
Hey...

You know this guy?

Nope. Who is he?

According to your
cell phone records

and his dental records,

his name was
Edward Ramirez.

Dental records?

Oh, geez.

That's Eddie?

That's most of him.

Our guess is that you're next.
Hey, man,

like I said,
I'm just the driver.

I don't ask questions.

Eddie got me involved
with these dudes.

They were looking to hire
some guys for a job, so...

Who are they?

I-I don't know.
I-I don't ask...

CALLEN:
Questions.

Yeah.

Well, you better
start answering some.

When did you
first meet them?

I-I gave 'em a ride back
from Redondo Beach.

What kind of car did
they have you drive?

It was a van.

Anybody else with them?
No.

What were they talking about?
Nothing!

Come on. Redondo's an
hour plus in traffic.

Somebody was talking.

Not to me.

But I heard them mention
this wall,

some project they were making.

They were creepy. I didn't

want them to think I was
listening, so I tuned them out.

I... I don't need any trouble.

That's too bad, 'cause right
about now, that's all you got.

(door opens)

Do you think whoever stole the
XD-8 software is going to try

and build
their own drone?

They stole the software
for a reason.

Cartels are building
million-dollar narco-subs.

What's to stop them
from building an unmanned drone?

CALLEN: We know

Hezbollah's been partnering up
with Mexican cartels,

financing their

terrorist activities
through drugs,

counterfeiting.

Joint operation

to get their hands on a UAV
like the XD-8 is not

out of the question.

It's a pretty sophisticated
technology

to build one from scratch.

What if you knew
where to get parts?

MILHOUSE:
I assure you

there's only been
one XD-8 built.

Yeah, but multiple replacement
parts were fabricated for it.

Yes.
Many of which are unaccounted for.

Well, inventory goes missing,
Agent Callen.

It's a fact of any
manufacturing operation.

Even for a
top-secret weapon?

Anything unaccounted for
was probably sent

to Camp Pendleton
for spares.

SAM: Yeah, well, keep looking.
Let me know what you find.

MAN:
We will keep you apprised.

Thank you, Major.

Camp Pendleton received
less than half

of the listed inventory.

CALLEN: Oh, and I bet the
parts they did receive

are probably the easiest
ones to duplicate.

And by letting
those pieces slip through,

they delay rousing suspicion
about the rest.

I would really suggest a
security upgrade, Doc.

We'll do that, Agent Callen.

You have my card, gentlemen.

They have the software,
several pieces of hardware.

But they know they still can't
launch without a retinal scan

from one of the
development engineers.

That's where Riley
and her dad come in.

They're to leverage
Jessica Peyton.

Emilio, how many times
do I have to tell you,

no mask, no painting?

Sorry.

Nice work, Sal.

Thanks, Mrs. P.

Someone has the Navy's
latest drone prototype.

All they need is one
of its engineers to launch it.

And for that,
they need Jessica Peyton.

Think she's telling us
everything?

Jessica's a good lady, G.

Her and her
husband started

this gang outreach program
over six years ago.

They've helped hundreds of kids.

It was a simple
yes or no question.

I'm not a simple person.

(phone buzzes)

Nell's monitoring Peyton's cell.
So far, no calls or texts.

And Eric's got eyes
on the neighborhood.

What are we waiting for?

What's going on?

Why are you guys here?

It's about your husband
and your daughter.

What about them?

They're in serious trouble.

How?

My husband took
every precaution.

He took Riley far away.

Well, unfortunately,
not far enough.

KENSI:
Two blocked calls.

Hopefully, it's them
trying to contact you.

I didn't pick up, but

you'll be able to trace them
if they call again?

We're gonna try.

And what if they know
I'm with you?

We made sure
that we weren't followed.

Our tech team is gonna
make it look like

your cell phone is still
in your office.

Just agree to what they want.

DEEKS:
We need you to act like

you believe they're in total
and complete control.

Can I ask to speak to Riley?

(phone ringing, Jessica gasps)

Answer it.

You can do it.

Hello.

MAN (distorted): Miss Peyton,
I have your daughter.

But you already know that,
don't you?

Are you alone?

Yes.

You're lying.

No, I'm not. I'm in my office,

and the door is locked.

That's strange, because
I'm looking in your office

right now,
and it appears to be empty.

They could have someone
in the office.

They could be bluffing.

Are you with the two men

who came to see you
at your outreach center?

No. They just stopped by to ask
me about some missing equipment.

(static)

Hello?!

Hello? Are you still there?

I want to see my daughter.

Then I suggest
you do exactly as I say.

This is your last chance.

Nell, what do you got?

No luck tracing the call,
but we expected that.

What about the
meeting place?

Outdoor cafe, no real surveillance
cameras to speak of.

And we're running out of time.

Which means we're
running out of options.

They're gonna grab Peyton.
It's their only play.

Is it?

Is she the only
engineer whose

retina scan
can launch this thing?

No.

But she's the only one
whose family is missing.

Maybe it's misdirection.

While you guys
are chasing after

Peyton's family,
the terrorists grab Dr. Milhouse

or one
of the principal engineers

from Valor
and launch the UAV.

Sam's been right so far.

Be a hell of a
time to be wrong.

Where's Hetty?
She's on the phone

trying to explain why
the Navy's newest UAV

might make its debut flight
at the hands of terrorists.

Shouldn't you be doing that?

Seniority has its privileges.

Besides, I figured
you could use

the help in the field.
Nell, you're with me.

Beale, hold
down the fort.

Let's go bring
this little girl home.

KENSI: Her daughter and husband
could be killed at any moment.

All she can do is
sit here and wait.

That fifth cup of coffee
can't be helping.

Oh, I'm just saying,
the last thing we need

is for her to be wired and

suddenly have
to go find a bathroom.

Your brain really doesn't work
like everybody else's, does it?

DEEKS:
No. No, it doesn't.

Like Steve Jobs said,
I think different.

Don't think he was
talking about you.

Or was he?

No, he wasn't.

ERIC (sighs):
Still no activity

on Peyton's cell.

Hey, Dad.

Dad?
Yeah.

It's already been an hour.

So, what, you think
we spooked 'em?

CALLEN: He may just be trying
to sweat her

and us.

SAM:
They'll call her.

They have to.

I'm beginning to think

Deeks is right
about her caffeine intake.

She's getting
awfully fidgety,

and she keeps
looking over at us.

We told her, like, ten times

never to look in any
of our directions.

Hi. Ow, wow.
What are...? What?

What are we doing
here? What's that?

I'm giving her a reason
to look over here.

And it's either that, or
I throw my coffee at you.

Oh, well, thank you so much
for not scalding me in the face

DEEKS: instead of giving me kisses.
(Kensi laughs)

(phone chimes)

ERIC: Here we go, guys.
Peyton just got

text message.

"Unknown sender."

294 Washington Avenue,

Los Angeles.

Oh, that's pretty close.
Yeah.

(computer trills, chirps)

It's an abandoned store.

All right.
Peyton's en route.

CALLEN:
Stick with her.

Sam and I'll try
and beat her there.

(engine roars)

I have a suspicion
we're not the only ones

with eyes on her right now.
GRANGER: Maintain

a two-car buffer, Deeks.

Don't want to spook them now.

Copy that.

Do your best to keep
eyes on her, Beale.

I got her.

What the hell is she doing?

I have no idea.

Eric, she pulled
into some garage.

ERIC: That's not the address.
DEEKS: I know, but

we've still got eyes on her.

I can't access any cameras
in the garage.

She's stopped.

Jessica.

Jessica.

She ditched her car.

And us.

(tires screech)

Mr. Callen?

What's your status?

We're screwed.

SAM:
What about her cell phone, Eric?

It's still
in the parking garage.

She must have
left it in her car.

GRANGER:
Do you have eyes on her yet?

DEEKS: No. We're gonna
sweep the garage now.

Up or down?

Up.

GRANGER:
Did you locate her?

No.

She must have switched cars.

Think she's in on it?

No way.
How'd she know

to lose us?

How'd she know where
the switch was gonna take place?

They must have contacted her.
How?

She's been in our custody
since we picked her up.

We were there when they
called... We're on her phone.

Sam, look...

I know you want
to trust her.

You feel like
you owe it to the kid.

But maybe they're not
the same thing.

Somebody must have
got to her at the cafe.

All right?

She-She went right to
the garage from there.

We need to backtrack.

Sam.
What? I thought you trusted me.

I do. I'm... I am trying to,

but you need to look
at the facts.

A little girl is in trouble.

That's the only fact
that matters.

GRANGER:
Okay, got it.

Anything?
None of the workers here

have records.
NELL: We could run

credit card transactions,

see if we get a hit on anybody.
We had eyes

on her the whole time.
Nobody spoke with her.

What's with your partner?

CALLEN:
He's focused.

Got any ideas?
(sighs)

Maybe someone... wrote
on her coffee cup?

The employees
are clean.

Listen, nobody
got to her, Sam.

I mean, the only person
she was looking at was us,

and we were right there.

Damn.

What?
The wall.

The damn wall.

What are you talking about?
The graffiti.

It's done by the same
guys that were tagging

at Peyton's
outreach center.

She wasn't looking
at Kensi and Deeks,

she was looking
at the wall.

Cell must have had some kids

in the outreach program
keep an eye on her.

Sign says 1227 Ivar,
ground floor.

That's the address
of the parking garage.

Peyton didn't switch cars.
They were waiting for her.

And now they're taking her
to the UAV to launch it.

They beat us.

Not yet.
No?

They have the software,
the hardware,

Jessica Peyton
and her family.

What do we got?

We've got their driver.

What was the money for?
What?

The money you were paid at the mall?
You already asked me

that question. I told you,
to rent a truck. Come on, guys,

I'm just the driver.

Where?
What kind of truck?

When?
Transport. I don't know when or where.

They're gonna call me.

Three missed calls.

Call them back.

Tell them you got the truck.

What if they don't believe me?

Then you'll wish you'd blown up

with your buddy Eddie.

He wasn't my buddy.
But he is dead.

(rhythmic beeping)

You alone?

Of course.

Check it.

It's empty.

So what are we hauling?

None of your concern.

Open it.

Check it.

(muffled grunting)

It's the kid
from the skate park.

This one, too.

(men talking nearby)

All right, boys,

let's, uh, load it up.

Federal agents.
Hands where we can see them.

CALLEN:
Drop it. Down.

DEEKS:
All the way down.

On the ground.

Turn around.

Hands behind
your back.

Down.

Hey. Where's the little girl

and her father?
In the back.

DEEKS: All the way down.
Stay down.

All the way down.

KENSI:
Stay down.

DEEKS: Put your hands
behind your back.

KENSI: Down.
DEEKS: Stay down.

(grunts)

(gasps)
Sam!

You guys okay?
Oh, thank God.

Yeah, we're okay.

What about my wife?
JESSICA: Ben?

Riley?
Jess?

Jess.
Mom!

I am so sorry,
Riley.

I love you
so much, sweetie.

I know.

I love you, too.

I knew you would find us, Sam.

I think this belongs to you.

Keep it.

For good luck.

It worked for me.

You made your own luck.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

You have time for a little
jam session this weekend?

(quiet laugh)
You bet.

You still
playing rock?

I'm a one-trick pony.
(Ben laughs)

Work on that foot.

(Jessica laughs)

(phone dings)

(clears throat)

Marine Corps recovered
the stolen XD-8

software and hardware.

Yes, I've already
informed the SECNAV.

You did?
I figured it was the least

I could do.

Considering the bad news
I had to give them earlier.

Why?

Would you prefer
to have done it?

No.

That's fine.
Mm.

I figured as much.

Good night, Owen.

Buy you a drink, Sam?

Ah. Not tonight, Kensilino.

Going home to the family.

All right. Callen?

I've actually got a date.

You?

Mm-hmm.
All right,

I'll get a beer
with you, partner.

To drink or post on Facebook?
Ooh.

Brewbooker.

(chuckles)

(soft laugh)

That was one time.

And how dare you, sir?

I'm buying.

Yeah.

Hey.

Thanks for trusting me,
Mr. Callen.

Thank you for being right.

Here.

I can't take that.

She gave it to you.

Now I'm giving it to you.

Little birdy
told me it's good luck.

What am I supposed
to do with it?

I don't know.

Put it under your pillow.

Pass it on.

You'll figure it out.

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@elder_man

CALLEN:
Thanks, partner.