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Nell?

CALLEN: She's never killed
anyone before.

Those intruders were there
to kidnap Hetty.

So, you used me.

I protected you, still am.

NELL: Somebody paid $250,000
to find out where Hetty lives.

ERIC:
Guys, take a look at this.

SAM:
Mattias.

CALLEN: With Hetty's personal
information for sale,

he probably thought he could
go in quietly and grab her.

So, what do we do now?

CALLEN: We hunt him down,
and we kill him.

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♪ NCIS: LA 6x04 ♪
The 3rd Choir
Original Air Date on October 20, 2014

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MAN:
Henrietta?

Admiral Kilbride, to what
do I owe the pleasure?

May I?

Well, it's a free country.

For the time being.

Must say it's strange seeing you
here in D.C.

No stranger than seeing
you here, landlocked.

We all make sacrifices
for the greater good.

It's actually not so bad here.

It would be a
beautiful city,

if you got rid of all
the damn politicians.

You think you could
do a better job?

Monkeys could do a better job.

So, maybe it's time to consider
returning to Washington.

I'd rather be taken off
to Montelupich.

We have better food.

I have a job.

Or at least I did when I left.

I also have people who need me.

We have people here
who need you.

I am not a politician, Admiral.

I never have been,

I never will be.

I would never insult you by
suggesting anything of the kind.

I just think you could have
a bigger impact here.

We need someone
with your skills and experience.

Ah, there's the rub.

My experience.

I thought I was sent
here to protect me.

You were.

But it sounds like you want

to send me off into the sunset
behind a desk.

I'm offering you the chance
to impact policy, Henrietta.

If you or anyone
else thinks

I'm no longer capable
of the job, just say so,

and request my
resignation.

I would never
do that.

Good, because I'd probably
tell you to go to hell.

And now if you'll excuse me,
I'm late for my daily flogging.

Ah.

I hope you and Vance
aren't using these hearings

to do your dirty work.

You never know
what secrets

an old woman might reveal

in the throes of her dementia.

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Wake up, Beale,
time for school!

Mom?

Your mom call you
by your last name?

Well, step-mom.

She was strict.

Clearly.

I brought you some breakfast--

egg whites, protein shake.

Thank you.

What's wrong?
You allergic to dairy?

No, I just, uh...
I usually eat cereal.

That's probably why you crash,
Cap'n Crunch.

You know, uh, Hetty doesn't
allow food in Ops, right?

Well, Hetty isn't
here right now,

and I need you
at full-blown Beale.

Come on,
where's Callen?

I don't know.

He was all over
the city last night.

Uh, he's covered about 300 miles
in the last eight hours.

What's he doing?

Hunting.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

He turned his phone off
about an hour ago.

Where's his car?

Uh...
(beeping)

Oxford Avenue
between Wilshire and Sixth.

It's been for about 90 minutes.

Maybe he finally fell asleep.

No, he's not sleeping.

That's right around the corner

from the Western-Wilshire
Metro Station.

He could be anywhere.

Keep this one accessible.

All right.

Agent Blye, Detective Deeks.

(laughs uncomfortably)

How long are these Department
of Justice jokers

gonna be digging
through our files?

Geez, we should be
charging them rent.

Or call the
exterminator.

Hey, what do you think
of the name Shepherd.

For what?
What do you mean, for what?

For a kid.

Fine, if he's
raising goats?

(laughs) Though technically,
that would be a goatherd.

Not a bad name--

Goatherd Deeks.

(laughs)
I'm sorry that I asked.

Why? Did you get
some bimbo pregnant?

Hey, not yet.

You better be talking about
one of your stripper friends.

I don't have any
stripper friends.

Oh. No, I do have
acquaintances

who on occasion dance...

Not unlike yourself.

...to make ends meet.

Ooh, I bet they make
their ends meet.

A lot.

Okay, you never told me
about your stage name.

Um, let me guess.

Um... Magic Marty.

Yeah.
(laughs)

Dirty Deeks.

No, no, no. Uh...

Scabby Spice.

(laughs)

I need to talk to you two.

We carpooled.

Yeah, going green.

Yeah, saving the planet.

You know,
it's like Superman.

Except, of course,
I wear my underwear

on the inside of my pantaloons.

When he remembers
to wear underwear.

I'm kidding.

I was just kidding.

He wears underwear,
I think.

I'm assuming,
I don't know.

We're just...
just partners.

Partners.

Where's Jones?

Uh, is she
not in, yet?

No.

She's not returning my calls.

Well, in all fairness,
she did just kill somebody.

So, maybe she needs some time
to process that.

Well, unfortunately, time is
something we're running out of.

We've got a former East German
operative gunning for Hetty,

and I need all hands on deck.

Agent Callen.

Callen!

Maybe he didn't hear you.

Nope.

SAM:
Where have you been?

Looking for Mattias.

Did you find anything?

Not yet, still searching.

But we've alerted LAPD,
Homeland Security, FBI,

and the Sheriff's Department.
That's not good enough.

I want every bounty
hunter, gang member,

and Girl Scout hunting
for this guy.

You sure that's a good idea?

We spook this guy,
we may never find him.

Oh, we're
gonna find him,

'cause we're gonna make it
impossible

for him to cross the street
without us knowing it.

Tap into your
social media networks

and put his
face out there.

I want everyone within
a 500-mile radius

knowing what
Mattias looks like.

And offer a reward.

A reward?

$236,000.

Where'd you get this?

It's mine.

Everything I got.

(distant sirens blaring)

Where is everybody?

It's your circus.

Well, I'm glad to see
that you're feeling better.

Are you?

How much longer are you planning
on dragging out this fiasco?

Well, I think it's best
if we wait for the others.

I don't bite, Congressman.

Unless, of course, I'm provoked.

I prefer to have everything
on the record, Ms. Lange.

Of course you do.

It's called accountability.

Something that you don't seem
to think applies to you.

Your people and your, uh,

black budgets
and your secret operations--

you seem to think
that you can run around

doing whatever the hell
you please with total impunity.

What we do

is protect people like you

and your family,
so your wife

can eat at Le Grange today

without worrying about being
blown up by a bomb.

And your daughter can
attend George Washington

without being kidnapped
by extremists.

And how would you know where
my wife is having lunch today?

Accountability.

And for
the record,

you don't want to know
the sacrifices we make,

because if you did, you would
be so ashamed of your actions,

this hearing

and your pathetic excuse
for a career.

(doors open)

I'm sorry. Are we late?

We were told the hearing was
pushed back by a half hour.

By whom?

Care to tell me what's going on?

A reward's
being offered

for information on Mattias.

I'm not authorizing that.
You don't have to

'cause I already did,
with my own money.

All support personnel out.

You can work from
auxiliary stations.

Not you, Beale.
Secure the room.

(beeping)

From here on in, we're
at the principalities level.

Principality? Uh, uh, a
state ruled by a prince?

No, "principalities."
It's, uh, one of the nine orders

of angels that make up
the third and highest choir.

Oh.

Hetty's version of Code Red.
Until further notice,

we don't operate with
any personnel outside this room.

Same with our system, Beale.

I want us isolated
from everything

and everyone. No more leaks.

Yes, sir.

So where are we?

Hetty's Cold War enemy,
Mattias Draeger, arrived

on a plane along with
several other German shooters.

Shooters who tried
to kidnap Hetty.

When that didn't work,
they tried to kill us.

Until we took 'em out.

KENSI:
Had they succeeded,

Hetty would have been left
extremely vulnerable.

And we would be,
you know, dead.

ERIC:
Well, if he's smart,

Mattias is halfway
to Dusseldorf by now.

But we're not gonna let that happen.
DEEKS: The last time

Mattias was here it was for
a book of Cold War secrets.

He was never
after Hetty.

So why is he now?

It doesn't matter why he's here.

Just that we find him.

(door opens)

THOMAS:
We all make important decisions

that affect the lives of others.

We use protocol

because history has taught us

which decisions protect
the most lives.

HETTY:
When you're

in the middle of a war,
Mr. Thomas,

history is being made
in the present moment,

and protocol
can seem a little outdated.

Mm. So you believe that
you have the authority

(phone buzzing) to change protocol
whenever you see fit?

What would you do

if a family member of yours
was kidnapped, Mr. Thomas?

Is that a threat, Ms. Lange?

It's hyperbole.

I'm asking you to humor me
for the sake of argument.

W...

I don't see the humor
in the question.

Neither do I.

How far would you go

if the life of a family member
was threatened?

I would use

every resource available to me,

within the law,

to save them.

But this case
is not about my family.

But it is about mine.

And therein perhaps
lies the problem.

Because the agents
and the support personnel

that you oversee
are not your family.

They are, in fact, employees
of the U.S. government.

They are human assets.

They...
Ms. Lange, is there

a problem?

Where the hell
do you think you're going?!

What is she doing?

What is she doing now?!

One moment, please.

Hetty, what are you doing?

I'm going home.

You can't.

I need to get back
to Los Angeles.

They won't let you go anywhere.

Horsefeathers.

(elevator bell dings)

Enjoy my lunch
when it arrives, Mr. Ogilvie.

(whispering)

Come on, how tough
could it be

to locate one little woman
in a heavily secured building?

Lock the place down.
Nobody enters, nobody leaves

until we find her.

(alarm blaring)
What the hell is that?

Fire alarm.

(groans)
She did this.

She's relentless.

(groans)

Oh, of all the mornings
I forgot to stretch.

(grunts)

Maybe I am getting too old
for this.

ERIC:
Hey, um, just checking in.

Again. Uh...

give me a shout when you can.

Let me know
if you need anything.

(line clicks)

(knocking)

(knocking continues)

(knocking continues)

(sighs)

How's it going, kiddo?

Been better.

So I've heard.

You want to step out
and get some fresh air?

I'll even get you
a cup of coffee

if you put... that away.

MAN:
What did he do?

SAM:
It's not important.

CALLEN: There's a reward
if you help us find him.

$236,000.

(scoffs)
For that kind of money,

I'll have him stuffed
and mounted for you.

No.

You leave that to us.

This guy's dangerous.

I'm dangerous.

You spot him,
you call us

and you stick with him.
Nothing more.

(sighs)
Yeah. Okay.

This better not be a joke.

Does it look like I'm joking?

(scoffs)

I hope you know
what you're doing.

I know exactly what I'm
doing. I'm flushing him out.

Flushing him out.

Even if it creates a
mob of vigilantes?

I want to get
this guy, too.

I just don't want to set
the city on fire to do it.

I mean,
I knew this day would come.

You know? I...
We prepared for it.

You can prepare
all you want.

What you think you'll feel is
usually the furthest thing away

from how you actually do.

That's the strangest part.
It's like...

It's not even a feeling.

It's like
there was a feeling there

and now it's just... gone.

That's your
subconscious doing

its best to suppress it.

Killing someone goes
against every moral fiber

ingrained in you since birth.
Right.

And I know that here.

He was a cold-blooded killer,

and it was me or him, but...

I just can't stop thinking
about the people

who brought him
into this world and...

Nell, you're the victim
of a post-shooting trauma.

You know, that man forced you
to shoot him.

He did this to you.

Look, I just think if I found
myself in a similar situation,

I wouldn't choose
to feel this way again.

If there's even an
ounce of truth to that,

you shouldn't go
back to the field.

Because it's not just
your own life

you're protecting out there.

Did you find anything
in Mattias' file?

Nothing. Oh!

Except for a dead cockroach.

That's not dead. It's not dead.

It's not a dead cockroach.
It's... Not gonna use...

Uh, what are you doing?
That's...

Hey.

Now he's dead. Not dead.
What the hell?

Not... Are you kidding me?

And you're the guy
who's supposed to have my back?

Well, it's so smart and crafty.

Surprisingly... swift. Don't...

- You're gonna... - Stop
He's gonna bite you.

He's not gonna...
Don't.

(sighs)

Now you got it. You did...

you did good.
That's why we're partners.

ERIC:
I think I found something.

The body of one Ryan Greene

was found in a trash bin
off skid row this morning.

He was last seen in
Venice Beach yesterday.

His murder was captured
by a parking lot

surveillance cam.

DEEKS:
So why would Mattias

kill this guy?

Maybe he's looking
for a new identity.

Hetty's missing.

She walked out of the hearing
and disappeared.

Did you tell Hetty about Mattias?
Yeah,

I had to.

She's coming here.

You played her into his hand.

Why the hell would you do that?

She needed to know
what was happening.

And you need to keep him
under control.

On it, sir.

Ryan Greene's cell phone
was just turned on.

And someone just used
his credit card

at a Venice surf shop
to buy a beach towel.

Find him.

(engines whirring)

Where do you think you're going?

Camp Pendleton, sir.
I wasn't talking

to you, Staff Sergeant.

You can't just walk out

of a congressional hearing.

I can and I did.

And if they want
my job, I quit.

I'm going home.
To take on

Mattias Draeger?
Which is exactly what he wants

and what I've been
trying to avoid.

Would you prefer
he be running around Washington?

I prefer you follow orders.

I've never let anyone
fight my battles for me.

Are you trying to
test my patience?

I'm trying to protect my people.

Hollace, please,
let me do this.

And what am I supposed
to tell Congressman Thomas?

Tell him I think he's an ass.

(muffled laughter)

Keep me informed.

CALLEN:
How we doing, Eric?

(beeping)
ERIC: Should be right on top of him.

(crowd chatter)

SAM:
I don't see him.

Kensi? Deeks?

Maybe he's in
one of the shops,

or he ditched the
phone in the trash can.

Call it.

(touch tones sounding,
computer chirps)

(phone ringing through)

It's ringing.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

I got him. Sports coat.

That's not Mattias.

No, but he could be working
with him.

CALLEN:
Or he's clueless.

Mattias could
have slipped the phone

in his pocket
to throw us off the trail.

(grunts)
Federal agent!

Where's Mattias Draeger?

Gun.

He's wearing
body armor.

Sniper! ten o'clock high!

(grunts)

(woman screams)

(man grunting,
people screaming)

Cover me!

(bullets ricocheting)

(gunfire continues)

(gunfire continues)

(panting)

(sighs)

A full-on gun fight
at Venice Beach?

We were fired on.
It was a trap.

Mattias killed that guy
and dumped his body,

knowing
we would track his phone.

What's the word
on Hetty?

Well, I've been alerted
by the chairman

of the Joint Chiefs
of Staff's office

that she's on a military flight
heading this way.

Well, how long
before she gets here?

Maybe four hours.

Where are you going?
Ops.

Not now. Wallace and her team
are still on site.

I don't care.
Well, I do.

They're gonna have a heyday
with this latest stunt.

Let 'em.

(door opens)

Agent Hanna...
(door closes)

...I thought I told you
to contain your partner.

We were taking sniper fire.

We followed protocol.

Well, his bounty isn't protocol.

Callen is cool.

Stop trying to act like
he's going off the reservation.

Hetty is the closest thing
he has to family,

so whatever cool he has
is about to evaporate.

Our operations
are already

under the microscope, so if you
can't keep him under control,

I'm gonna have
to pull him off this.

You try it,
and he will go rogue,

and I'll join him.

Consider yourselves warned.

(door opens)

Don't you two have something
better to do?

(door closes)

CALLEN:
You have to have something.

The guy was firing a rifle
on a rooftop in broad daylight.

I'm looking.

Most surveillance cameras
are pointed down, not up.

And no one reported
seeing Mattias?

No. Sorry.

Who's the dead guy?

Uh, his name is
Demitri Beriliev.

He's here on a student visa.

He's Russian.

Look, I'm sorry

we got off on the wrong foot.

I was sent here
with a mission,

just like you.
Oh, no, no, no.

I chase bad guys, not good guys.

Well, maybe
when all of this is over,

I can buy you a drink...

as a peace offering.

I'm married.

Oh.

That's not in your record.

Yeah, well, a lot of things
that aren't in my record,

or Callen's
or Hetty's or any of us.

Sorry. I...

None of your other, uh,
team members were married.

I guess I just assumed...

Yeah.

I mean, it must be hard...

in your line of work.

It can be hard
in any line of work.

Anything worthwhile
is worth the effort, right?

My wife used
to be an operator.

She understands
better than most.

Lucky.

Oh, yes, I am.

(phone line ringing)

Agent Callen.

What was that all about?

No idea.

Well, what she ask you?

I don't know.

It was nothing.

Okay.

(phone line ringing)

So stop looking at me.

I'm not looking at you.

Now, I'm looking at you
'cause you're looking at me.

Why are you acting so weird?

I'm not acting weird.

You're acting weird.
Wow.

I did not see that coming.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You know exactly

what I'm talking about.

Uh, no, I don't.

This is how you act
when you get hit on.

You obviously made
an impression on her.

I'm sure
it probably had something

to do with your driving.

We need to pick up Arkady.

Why?

'Cause he's not
answering my calls,

and because the guy

that was helping Mattias
is a Russian national.

You don't think
Arkady has anything

to do with this, do you?

For his sake, I hope not.

So, are you saying
Nell may be gun-shy?

Look, Nell is great
at what she does.

Am I convinced she's ready

for the next step
in undercover work?

That remains to be seen.

Well, she's been well-trained,
and she has the skills.

Yes, but it's the mindset.

That's something
you cannot teach.

It can be honed and improved,

but being able to live
with killing another human

is something
inherent.

It's a deeper part
of the human condition.

Are you talking about the soul?

If that's what
you want to call it.

I will never forget
the first person I had to kill,

but it never haunted me.

What does that say
about my soul?

Look, this is all very new
to Nell.

I'll have a better understanding
of her abilities

once it settles in.

Well, we don't have time
for it to settle in.

We need all the help
we can get right now.

Which is why I'll stick around

until the situation is resolved.

You guys could use
me in the field.

Good.

Not answering your phone?

I've been busy.

How did you find me?

Your ex-wife's sister.

Which one?

Svetlana.

Aah, she always talked too much.

Must be genetic.

CALLEN:
Arkady,

what are you doing here?

My doctor told me to join gym.

SAM:
Yeah?

Probably expected you
to work out.

I'm between sets.

CALLEN:
Our old German friend

Mattias is
back in town.

He's already tried
to kill us... twice,

as a matter of fact.

Once using a Russian decoy
as bait.

You know anything about this,

or are you too busy working
on your figure?

I don't know anything about it.

He tried
to kidnap Hetty.

What?

In case you haven't noticed,

Cold War is back,
only it's not so cold lately.

And for someone like
your Hetty who has a head

full of secrets they'd love
to get their hands on,

this is just the beginning.

What does that mean?

I mean, it will get worse
before it gets better,

and your Hetty

won't be the
only target.

Who else will they go after?

Use your imagination.
CALLEN: We're not

playing around, Arkady.
Who else will they go after?

I don't know!

And to be honest, I don't care.

I've got my own problems.

We will be your problem if you
don't start to level with us.

You don't scare me...

but they do,

because I am one of the people
they will come after.

Don't strain yourself.

I can't find a connection

between Mattias and
the dead Russian.

So where does
a German spy hide out?

Wiener schnitzel?

You're a Wiener schnitzel.
That's true.

I used to have
this Austrian girlfriend

who used to call me her...

Cocktail wiener?
Sausage king.

Oh, I see
that nothing has changed here.

Oh!
Nate! Hey.

What's up, brother?

What are you doing here?

Well, Granger wanted me here
for Nell,

and I wanted
to be here for Hetty.

ERIC: Got him.
What?

Got him.

SALAZAR:
Check it out.

We got the guy
you're looking for.

Now where's our money?

Alert Callen and Sam.

(phone buzzing)

Hello?

I need a sitrep, Ms. Jones.

Hetty? Where are you?

Somewhere over Kansas.

Where is Mattias Draeger?

I don't know.

Well, I don't want anyone
going after him until my return.

It's probably too late.

I'm sure Callen and the others

are already out there
looking for him.

You don't know?

No, I'm not at work.

I am... I'm home.

Why?

Are you ill?

I'm not.

Nell, what's going on?

Hetty, I shot someone.

Oh, I see.

And he died.

Was it self-defense?

Yes.

But it all happened so fast,

and now I'm not...

I know, Nell. I know.

But I need you to focus.

Chin up.

I'm on my way back
to Los Angeles

and I'm going to need
to hit the ground running.

Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

Good girl.

Do you have a pen?

Go ahead.

I'll going to need a chopper

from Pendleton
to Santa Monica airport

and a car there waiting

with some of my weapons.

Got it.

Slow down, G.
We should wait for backup.

I'm not risking
this guy getting away.

Hey.

(muffled music playing)

Yo, Salazar.

Maybe they moved him.

(grunts)
Hey.

Last time was a trap.
I know that.

We bring him in alive.

Promise me.

I'm done making promises.

G, don't...

Salazar?
Federal agents.

We got bodies.

Salazar.

Grenade!

(explosion)

(car alarms wailing,
horns honking)

DEEKS:
You guys okay?

Better than Salazar's gang.

What the hell
happened?

These guys didn't even
put up a struggle.

I think Mattias
used them.

He must have found out
about G's reward.

Used it against us
to lure us out.

So where is he? And why
wasn't he waiting to pick us off

when we came out? Why
isn't he shooting at us

right now? I mean... Mattias
is old school, just like Hetty.

And they're always
playing a long game.

Okay, so what's the long game?

Hetty.

Well, that game's
gonna get a lot easier

when Hetty shows up.
(phone rings)

What do you got, Eric?

Mattias isn't dead.

Yeah, we figured that part out.

He was just in the boatshed.

What?

The silent alarm went off.
It was Mattias.

Granger and Nate
are there now, but

Mattias is gone.
The place is clear.

We'll meet 'em there.

How the hell did he know
about the boatshed?

Because he's good.
Scary good.

If Mattias
found the boatshed,

why didn't he just
try and ambush us?

Why didn't he set a trap?
He used

Ryan Greene to lure us into
the kill box the same way

he feigned his own capture
for your ransom.

So what the hell was
the appearance at the boatshed

all about? If he wanted
to lure us there,

why didn't Nate or Granger
find anything?

Maybe they weren't looking
in the right place.

That son of a bitch.

What?

What?

What are
you doing?

The beach.

He lured us there.
Probably watched our arrival.

Why use a tracking device if
you were planning on killing us?

Backup plan.

Or maybe he wasn't planning
on killing all of us.

He's gonna keep one of us
alive to lead him back...

To Hetty.

I need these two (line ringing)
squad cars moved.

Callen?
Eric,

(engines starting) we think Ops may
be compromised.

Whoa, what?

Mattias tagged our cars
at the beach, he tracked 'em

back to the boatshed,
which means

he's probably on his way to Ops.

Like, Ops Ops?

SAM:
Eric, you can handle this.

Just get everyone
out of there,

find Hetty
and divert her.

Where?

Anywhere but Ops.

(exhales)
Oh, boy.

ERIC: Guys, Hetty's already
in the building.

CALLEN:
Then get her out of there.

Mattias, my old...

whatever the hell you are.

Good to see you again,
Henrietta.

It's been a while.

He's here. Mattias is here,
with Hetty, in her office.

How did you get in here?

Let's just say...

Dennis won't be returning
from lunch.

Am I missing something

or have you lost your mind?

Because I can't

figure out the logic

in all of this.

Longevity.

Be honest, did you ever
think either one of us

would live this long?

You haven't planned

for your retirement, have you?

I thought my retirement
would be a bullet.

Well, hopefully
it still will be.

What can I say?
You're my nest egg.

You are crazier than I am

if you think you're
going to get out of here alive.

Yes, well,

let's talk all about that
on our flight

back to Moscow. Shall we?

Shoot me...

you won't
get five feet

without being killed.

It's over, Mattias.

I'm not budging
from this chair.

I think you will...

if I give you this.

I seem to recall
you having

a very bad experience
with this once.

You are an evil
son of a bitch.

We are what they made us.
Let's go.

WALLACE:
Excuse me,

Ms. Lange. We haven't had
a chance to discuss the...

(gasps)

(grunting)

Aah!

(grunting)

Aah!

The Mattias I knew...
(Wallace grunting)

would never have worn

body armor.
You're getting soft.

Come out, come out,

you German bastard

and fight
like a man.

(gunshots)
(both grunt)

Nell?
Hetty,

what are you doing?

I'm trying to call him out.

You're gonna
get yourself killed.

Good to have you back, Nell.

(grunting)

Oh! Aah!

Mattias!

Inspector Wallace has been shot.

Mattias is on the colonnade.

(Wallace groaning)

MATTIAS:
Both of you:

throw down your weapons
and walk to me, Henrietta,

or I'll kill her.

Oh, bugger.

All right.

Hetty, don't.

Do what he says.

Let's get this over with.

Great.

(gun clatters)

(Wallace groaning)

That's far enough.

(door opens)

He's wearing a vest.
Head shots only.

In the old days,

someone would have
killed me by now.

That's your problem, Mattias.

Too much nostalgia.

We both know
you don't have the balls.

Aah!

Sorry. Touchy trigger.

(groaning)

(handcuffs clicking)

You good?

Thanks.

You okay?

Guess I owe you
that drink after all.

(short laugh)
Somebody owes me a whole bottle.

DEEKS:
One, two, three, German.

Wow, that looks like it hurts.
(grunting)

Welcome back.

Thank you, Mr. Callen.

It's good to be home.

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