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We use these coins to identify
refugees wanting

to escape from Russia.

Who gave the
refugees the coins?

My father?
Possibly.

You brokered a deal
to supply a supertanker

to break our economic sanctions
with Russia.

I am broker, middle man.

HETTY: Ivan Karposev is the kind of man
you don't double-cross

and live to tell the tale.

CALLEN:
Her name's Anna.

She is my daughter.

Karposev took her with him.
Where?

To Russia.

CALLEN:
Karposev's

holding Anna hostage.
We don't want to spook him.

He's got three bodyguards
up here with him.

Anybody got eyes on 'em?

Negative.
It's all quiet back here.

(rapid gunfire)
CALLEN: Gunfire.

(two bursts of rapid gunfire,
bullets ricocheting)

They're firing
on Karposev and Anna.

(engine revving)

(rapid gunfire)

DEEKS: Move!

Moving!

He's down.
Move.

Moving.

(engine revving,
tires squealing)

He's gone.

We'll take the SUV,
go after Karposev and Anna.

DEEKS (over radio):
All right, we got the runner.

♪ NCIS: LA 6x24 ♪
Chernoff, K.
Original Air Date on May 18, 2015

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♪ ♪

(computer blipping)

NELL:
The satellite uplink is secure.

This is what we've got, so far.

When the team arrived
at the cabin

to secure Ivan Karposev
and Anastasia Kolcheck,

they ran into a hit squad that
was there to take out Karposev.

And Anna fled with Karposev?

It was a no-win situation.

She either runs with the
man that kidnapped her,

or stays and
gets gunned down.

Now, Hetty, I don't have
I.D.'s on the shooters,

but the three dead
in front of the house

were Karposev's bodyguards.

NELL: Now, maybe the hit squad
was a group of Karposev's men

that turned on him,
to take the stolen oil

for themselves--
we're not sure.

And where are Callen and Sam?

There are westbound on
Krasnaya Presnya near the zoo.

They don't have a visual
on Karposev or Anna.

And, uh, Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks?

They're about two
kilometers into the forest,

still tracking the
last hit squad shooter.

The team's encrypted trackers
are working, but I'm blind.

The Kremlin's CCTV system
is on lockdown.

I can hack it, but...

ARKADY:
Henrietta.

This kitchen is bare.

HETTY:
I understand, Mr. Beale.

Keep me posted.

Got it.
Good luck.

No food, just loose teas,
Scotch, vodka.

You must own
this apartment.

You don't let anything
get past you, do you, Arkady?

Can I ask you why
you keep an apartment in Moscow?

I won it in a poker game,
in 1992.

Oh.

It has been remodeled since.

It was purposely rebuilt

and stocked with weapons
for times like this.

Furniture is dated.

You begged to come to Moscow

to look for your daughter Anna.

And now, you're here,

you want
to talk about interior design?

It is conversation.

I don't want conversation
from you.

I want information

about the stolen oil
and the people who stole it.

You were lonely in school.

I was the queen of the prom,

sweetheart.

What you doing?

Same thing I was
doing five minutes ago,

the last time you asked.

I'm trying to figure
out who these guys are

that came after
Karposev and Anna.

(sighs)

(computer beeps)
Whoa. Check it out.

I got a hit from Interpol
on facial rec.

Looks like the guys
who came after them

in Russia were from
Northern Ireland.

They're mercenaries.

Karposev's men didn't
turn on him.

These guys were hired
to take him out.

Yeah, but hired by who?

Yeah.

All right, Beale,
you're up and running.

Full access to the
Kremlin's closed circuit

surveillance system.
You got it for 30 hours.

What?! Really?

Just say "Thank you."

Thank you, and how the heck
were you able to pull this off?

Because I'm me.

Swag.

And no fingerprints, Beale.

You get caught, I'll have
to turn you over to the Russians

to avoid an
international incident.

All right?

(quietly): Ooh.

SAM: Somebody wanted Karposev
out of the way

so they'd have
$80 million in oil

free and clear.

Yeah, exactly.

It's not the Moscow of old.

You good being back here?

Why wouldn't I be?

It's where your family's from.

It's your history.

That's a pretty thin book.

ERIC: Guys, I got a hit
on Karposev's Porsche.

It's in an alley off Ribne.

SAM:
Thanks, Eric.

All right, take this turn.

(gunfire)

Drop it!

Anastasia Kolcheck,
put the weapon down.

Shut up!

I'm a United States
federal agent.

Put the gun down.

You first.

I'm here to help you.

Put it down.

Do you want to die today?

I said put it down.

(Anna grunting)

Hey. Stop.

(panting)
Your father sent us.

I don't have a father.

Arkady Kolcheck?

We're his friends.

I'm more of an acquaintance.

Then take me to him.

You said Arkady
would be here.

My beautiful daughter.

Oh!

(choking):
Oh, eh... hey!

I am here to help.

These men, who saved
you-- I brought them.

They didn't save me.

We didn't save her.

I was kidnapped

by a psychopath,

held hostage, brought to Moscow.

If I didn't kill Karposev,

he was going
to keep me, like a pet.

It was not my fault
that that happened.

Not your fault?
No.

(grunts)

I had nothing
to do with this.

They only took me
because I'm your daughter.

Anna... please... stop.

Pathetic.

(sighs)

Anna...

um, I'm Henrietta Lange.

Would you please have a cup
of tea with me in the kitchen?

I don't think anything's gonna
get resolved here for a while.

That did not work out
how I thought it would.

No, but it was so fun
to watch.

Maybe if you two
had saved her...

We found Anna.

Now it's on you
to lead us to the oil.

I know a guy.

He knows a guy.

That sounds promising.

He worked for me
years ago at KGB.

He owes me his career.

He will help.

Call him.

Set it up.

Trail went cold.

Well, maybe he's
holed up for the day.

He's been moving
for three hours.

He's down.

Go.

(sighs)

Damn it, you killed him.

Uh, you're welcome?

We have to find out
who he was working for, man.

He was shooting
at you repeatedly.

Maybe Eric and Nell can help.

All right, let's roll.

Again, you're welcome.

You seem like a nice enough
person, but, what you need,

the questions you have,

they're not my concern.

All right.

What about the, uh, people
who kidnapped you?

Karposev is dead.

You're looking for the
people Karposev worked with,

people that, again,

do not concern me.

Well,

you were born in Moscow

but hold dual citizenship
with the U.S.

Your mother
is from Champaign, Illinois,

and she met your father...

He's not my father.

He's just a man
that got my mother pregnant.

Where is this... going?

You were a homicide detective
in Chicago.

Maybe I just like
tropical weather.

Then you quit

the Chicago PD

to work for the private sector,

uh, security,

surveillance,

kidnap
and ransom.

Oh. The irony.

Mm-hmm.

So you've worked predominantly

for Russian corporate interests.

That's probably true.

But I believe
two things about you.

At the edge of my seat.

I believe

that you could help me find

the sellers of the stolen oil.

And?
And...

I believe you want to help me.

(chuckles softly)

(indistinct conversations;
light classical music playing)

(woman speaks Russian)

Where is he?

He'll come.

Why'd you choose
this place to meet?

Old haunt.

Pavel.

(speaks Russian)

I cringe at the thought
of anyone viewing me

as your protégé.

These men...

they can be trusted?

They are with me.
You can trust them.

The latter does not bolster
the former.

We're on the same page

regarding Arkady.

I don't like him,
but he's not wrong.

At one time I worked for him,

and as painful as it is
to admit,

he saved my life.

A sacrifice I would make again
in a heartbeat, Pavel.

You were the reason
those men were there

to kill me in the first place.

Look, if you
can help us,

it would be
greatly appreciated.

It's best you don't know
which agency I'm working for,

but trust that

my informants
are reliable.

Hmm?

I don't know who's handling
the sale of the stolen oil,

now that Karposev is dead.

But I recently learned of a
number of international parties

entering Moscow,

parties whose...

affiliations have a history of
buying oil on the black market.

Do these parties have names?

That is all I know.

We will not ever meet again.

Does anyone in Russia like you?

These are anomalies.

You know I'm
good-time guy.

Good-time guy.
Right.

Send these names to Ops.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

I think we are finished here.

Why are we here?

To meet Pavel, of course.

No.

You chose this location
for a reason.

Yes.

And now you're trying
to decide whether or not

you're gonna tell me
that reason.

Yes.

You know more
than you're telling me

about the identity of my father.

I never took you
for sentimental type.

You may not have known
he was my father at the time,

but after Hans Schrieber
was killed,

you started
to piece things together.

My father helped people escape
from Russia.

You helped those same people
set up new lives in America.

You worked together.

Follow me.

(door opens)

This cafe has had four owners
in a little over 100 years.

But let me tell you what is most
interesting about this cafe.

Throughout four owners
and 100 years,

they have managed to keep
the same espresso machine.

They have been serving
exact same cup

of espresso
for over 100 years.

And certain people

are very loyal
to this espresso...

Arkady...

...your father
being one of them.

So my father had espresso here
before he was incarcerated

and sent off to the Gulag.

What is your point?

Your father was sent
to Gulag in 1974.

Correct.

The man I worked with in Russia,

that man continued to help
refugees escape until 1988.

If this is another lie...

My father...

That was taken
eight years

after he was supposedly sent
to Gulag.

How did he escape?

I do not know.

But you met him?
Once.

In this cafe.

He lived somewhere
outside of town.

He used this cafe
as makeshift office.

He took
meetings here.

He wasn't known in Moscow.

At a cafe like this,
he'd be anonymous.

Maybe tradecraft

or...

maybe he just loves
the espresso.

Eric's running the list
of potential buyers

that Pavel gave us.

Didn't
expect

to see you again.

Anna's decided that
she's nothing like Arkady

and that she would like to help.

You know I am standing
right here in the room.

I heard Karposev speaking
about the sale of the oil.

It is going to be done
on a secure satellite link.

All of the buyers are using
anonymous representatives,

who will be put
in separate rooms

of the same
large building.

What building?

I don't know.

But if we find the buyers,

we follow the buyers
to the building.

NELL: Hetty, I just I.D.'d
the man Kensi and Deeks shot.

His name is Eliot Asadi, and
he was recently in Raqqa, Syria.

HETTY:
Don't tell me.

The CIA thinks that he's
been training in Raqqa.

Hetty, he's a member of ISIS.

Whether Karposev
knew it or not,

he was working
for ISIS.

There's no way ISIS was gonna
cut him in on the profits.

Okay, so they send a hit squad
after Karposev

but Anna beats them to it
and kills him.

Look, however it played out,
Ivan is dead.

ISIS has control of that oil.

HETTY: And they're about to expand
their war chest

by $80 million.

Hey. Check it out.

I was able to configure
the Kremlin's CCTV feed

to run through our
facial rec software.

NELL:
Nice work, Beale.

I've located the first group
of oil buyers

from the list Pavel
gave us-- Chinese.

They're on the move

in the Red Square area.

Hey, what about the group
from Cameroon?

Uh, just arrived
at Sheremetyevo.

All right. Pass the info
to Kensi and Deeks,

and I'll let Hetty know.
Copy that.

Trust her?

No. But we know who
all the buyers are.

If they all show up
at the same spot,

her story starts to check out.

(door opens)

Let me guess.

You don't trust me.

Good instincts.

But you need me.

"Need" is a strong word.

If I play nice, Hetty agreed

to help me find a job
in the States.

What happened to your whole
"army of one" thing?

Just a walkabout.

An experiment.

Maybe we all do better
as part of a tribe.

Tribes operate on trust.

You came here with Arkady.

Ever stop to think that it's me
who doesn't trust you?

HETTY:
Mr. Callen!

Mr. Hanna!

GRANGER: You and Arkady
should go to the hotel,

get Beale hooked
into their surveillance system.

What hotel?

NELL: The buyers from China
just arrived

at the Red Street Hotel.

G and I can hit the hotel.

GRANGER: I need you to meet up
with Kensi and Deeks.

They're gonna divert
the Cameroon buyers

while the three of you
go into the hotel

posing as the party
from Cameroon.

CALLEN:
The three of us?

You, Sam and Anna.

Hey. So, the representative
of the buyer

is Brice Nimbani. He,

along with his girlfriend
and bodyguard,

just arrived
at Sheremetyevo Airport.

SAM:
Really?

CALLEN:
This might be a stretch.

NELL: We're relying on the Intel
that we have.

The buyers' representatives
are not known by the sellers.

I'm not gonna lie to you
and say it's great,

but it's the best
play we have.

And that's
happening today?

Well, that's
very interesting, Eric.

Thank you.

(laughs)

What is funny?

Oh, nothing. Um,

I just figured out
how we're going to get

access to the back.

Deeks and I are in position.

He does this, Arkady.
Pops into my life,

blows it up
and leaves.

It's not our business.

I'm not
a crazy person.

That's good to know.

(phone chimes)

Hey. We should
check out that back room.

It's a closed loop, Eric.
Information flows to me.

Got it.

What?

You're using Eric's access
to the Kremlin's system

to dig up information
about your father?

Look, Sam...

G, I'm not judging.

I get it, but...
if he sets off a red flag,

it'll make our stay in Russia
a little uncomfortable.

He had to have escaped during
transport to the Gulag.

That's why there's
no record of his death.

He escaped, he took a new name,
he was home free.

He could've lived
the rest of his life in peace

on the beach,
in the south of France.

He didn't leave.

Yeah, he made sure
that other people

had a chance to escape also.

He was a good man.

Yeah, well, maybe
he still is a good man.

There's nothing to say
that he's dead.

G...

There's nothing to say
he's still alive, either.

♪ ♪

Hey!

Cameroon buyers are secured.

So Eric designed
a Trojan horse virus to give us

the physical location of the
sellers.

And if they didn't firewall
properly, we could also locate

the three ships
carrying the oil.

Sounds
easy enough.

Eh, anything but.

The buyers' terminals
aren't networked.

Data's sent
via sat phone interface.

And for the virus to work,
it's got to be placed

at all five buyers' terminals

using these... (clears throat)

USB drives.
And each one

of those five terminals
will be in a separate

room of the hotel.
Exactly.

Wow. Cakewalk.

Oh, it gets better.

In order for the virus
to give us the physical location

of the sellers,
it must crash the auction.

And when
that happens...

When that happens,
the sellers run.

We lose them,
we lose the oil.

ISIS will not
resurface for the sale.

They may blow up the oil in
a port city to make a statement.

Well, let's hope that
Hetty can get Eric access

to the hotel's
surveillance cams.

Yeah, we're gonna need
eyes in the sky on this one.

What am I doing here?

No... Singing? I don't sing.

From your diaphragm, Arkady.

Diaphragma.

Huh? (barks softly)

(technicians conversing
indistinctly)

♪ ♪

(whispers):
Are we good, Eric?

I have a signal.
One moment.

All right, I'm in.
I have full access

to the hotel's security cameras.

(French accent): Mr. Bukin.
Yes.

I was told
to tell you that

your friends
in Cameroon appreciate

any hospitality
that you could show us.

We expected you earlier.

We're here now.

Hm.

Of course you are.

I've taken the liberty
of putting you in Room 201.

Merci.
De rien.

Let's see how many thugs

each buyer sent.
NELL: Good idea.

then I'll track 'em and
see which rooms they went into.

Got 'em.

Keep an eye out
for the next set of buyers.

Yeah.

They're in room 318.

All right...

we've got four minutes until the
computer's live for the auction.

Auction begins,
I insert the USB drive

and download the virus.

Place a bid
and 60 seconds later,

the jig is up.

I walk away.

That's about it.

Trust is based on actions,

not words.

Nothing I can say to make
you think different than you do.

You'll be able to hear and talk
with the rest of the team.

NELL: Okay guys, I've got
the first set of rooms.

Room 318 and 401.

Good luck.

Callen, looks like
the safest way to breach 318

is gonna be through
the balcony, and room 320

is being cleaned,
so you can enter through there.

CALLEN:
Copy.

Okay, Sam, room 401--

it's a suite and it's isolated.

Best bet is shock and awe
straight through the front door.

SAM:
I got it, Nell. Moving now.

Okay, talk to me, Eric.

There it is.
Third room is 120.

Kensi, take 120.
It's a courtyard room

with an exterior door.

KENSI: Copy that.
Fourth room, here we go-- 215.

Deeks, you're up.

Room 215.
It's a corner suite.

You're gonna want to come at it
from the third floor.

There's a window
directly over 215's balcony.

DEEKS:
On my way.

NELL: All right. The goal for the next
two minutes is to stay

under the radar.
Gunfire is our last resort.

(grunts)

The team is in position.

Go.

(grunting)

Aah!

(man speaks Russian)

Aah!
(grunting)

(groans)

Oh!

(man groans)

(grunting)

(moans)

All the drives are placed.
Virus downloading.

NELL:
Good.

(singing in Russian)

(groaning quietly)

Time to go.

Thank you.

And thank you.

50 seconds until
the sellers know we're here.

Thanks.
Just amp up the pressure.

Sorry.
Just updating the team.

The virus is working,
it's narrowing the field.

The sellers are on
the same block as the hotel.

30 seconds.

Sellers aren't moving.

They're within
100 yards of the hotel.

We need to know
the location of the sellers

before they know their system's
been compromised.

Again-- not helping.

GRANGER: And get the team
out of the hotel.

Standing by
for the location.

ERIC:
No, don't do that.

What?

The sellers
are inside the hotel.

Room 190.

Guys, room 190.

The sellers' signal's
still active.

They're still in the room.
ERIC: Yeah.

KENSI:
Clear!

Eric, the room's empty.

Talk to me. Where are they?

Searching now.
Yeah, we don't have a view

of their door, but no one came
down that hallway to the lobby.

There. Underground garage.

GRANGER: We've got three men
just entered a black van.

Go, go.

(tires screeching
in distance)

KENSI:
Hold your fire!

(grunting)

ARKADY:
Anna!

Clear.

(raspy sigh, quiet groan)

Anna.

HETTY:
How bad?

Took a round in the abdomen.

Two in the right arm.

Losing lots of blood.

The Politsiya are closing in.

I'll carry you. Let's go.

(sirens wailing in distance)
No. They are almost here.

Leave me.

That's not happening.

Leave me... (panting)

If I am here,

I can stall them.

I can... give you some time.

Go.

(sirens approaching)

We need to move.

No. I'll stay.

No. You cannot.

They will have
too many questions for you.

Yeah.

Walk away.

All right. Anna, come on.

Come on. Please.
Let's go.

♪ ♪

We're still looking,
but, uh, Anna's in the wind.

My guess is she's using her own
contacts to try and find Arkady.

Arkady is alive.

But he seems
to be keeping his mouth shut.

Our names haven't been flagged.

Okay.

Sam and I will stay back.

We'll locate him.
We'll get him out.

We've worn out our welcome here,
Mr. Callen.

We're not gonna
just leave him here.

Arkady has many friends here.

Friends that profit more
when he's not in custody.

(sighs)
On a better note...

Eric has the names

of the ships carrying
the stolen oil.

The Navy is en route to
intercept and secure them.

(sighs)

This place is special to you.

I was married here.

What?!

The... ceremony was here.

To who?

It was

all part of a...
an undercover assignment.

(grunts)

And it meant nothing to you.

Nothing.

I know you asked Eric to
look into information

about your father.

If there's any chance
my father's alive then...

But I told
Mr. Beale not to look into it,

because I wanted to do it.

So, the man

whom Arkady dealt with,
in Russia, until 1988,

is named Konstantin Chernoff.

But there are
no records of

any man by that name
before 1974.

The year Nikita Reznikov
was sent to the Gulag.

Yes.

My father escaped,

dropped the name Reznikov.

Took the name Chernoff

and...
Helped many, many people

escape to the West.

He lived in Ruza,

about an hour west of here.

"Lived"?

Mr. Callen,

your father died in 2008.

He's buried in the little
town cemetery at Ruza.

I was here...

in Moscow, for-for years,

when he was still alive.

(grunts, sighs)

I need to, uh...

Hetty, uh...

Yes, go.

We leave tonight.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

G.

Let's go home.

Yeah.

(starts engine)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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