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Driver! Out of your vehicle now!

I said out
of the vehicle!

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♪ NCIS: LA 7x04 ♪
Command & Control
Original Air Date on October 12, 2015

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@elder_man

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Nothing Rachel said
was true, was it?

No.

Her name even Rachel?

So what happens now?

You go
to jail.

SAM:
Let's go, loverboy.

Keep it
movin'.

He's all yours.

Everything I said
to you, I meant it.

Everything
was real.

Not for me.

You good?

I'm great.

Mmm. Man fell hard
for you.

The man was also funding
domestic terrorism.

And plus, you know what,
the-the whole billionaire thing,

kind of getting old.
Mmm. I'm sure.

You know, perfect
clothes, perfect car,

perfect food.
It's like, "Ugh.

Too much."
DEEKS: Amen to that.

I like things with flaws.

Yeah, well,
that's no secret.

Easy, tiger.

(chuckles)
We've been grinding

on this case
for two days straight.

Time for some chow
and some shut-eye.

Amen to that.

Best idea ever.
All right.

Well, I think I have to get out
of this dress.

It makes me
nervous to wear it.

He spent $3,000 on this dress.

What? It sounds
like you're saying "$3,000."

Mm-hmm. It's a Balmain.

You got to pay
to play, baby.

We should take it to Melrose,
hock it for a hundo.

Ha, ha. Then you
can explain to Hetty

why it never showed up
in wardrobe.

(grunts, panting)

(grunts)

(moans)
Whoa!

Beale!

Hey.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

What are you doing?

Just, uh...
practicing my training.

Training? Training for what?

I've been...
I've been doing jujitsu

for the past, uh, month over

at Copper Academy.
Really?

Wow. That's very impressive.

Yeah. Well, I figured my firearm
training's coming along.

Maybe it's time
for a little... unarmed combat.

All right. Well, let's see
your defense for this chokehold.

(choking)
Safe word. Safe word.

Pretty sure you just say "tap."

Oh. Yeah.

Um, Nell, I have a confession
to make.

What's that?
I haven't really...

learned any jujitsu yet.

I thought you said you've been
training for over a month.

I have.

And?
And, um,

I haven't actually made it
to the class part yet.

What do you mean?

Um, I usually have to...

take a breather and lie down
during the warm-up.

The warm-up?
Yeah.

You may call it a warm-up.

I call it Navy SEAL Hell Week
crammed into 20 minutes.

Oh, Beale, it's not that bad.

Not if
you're some

ripped, eight-pack,
Adonis-looking stud.

Okay.
How do you know it's not so bad?

I just...

Nell?

I dated one of the instructors
over there.

Huh.

Look, it's been a long night.
Hetty's giving us the day.

How 'bout we go get
some breakfast

and talk
about literally anything else.

Great.

Let's go.
Great.

So, this guy,
(groans)

was he, like,
a full-on instructor or...

This açaí bowl, really good,
man. You should've gotten one.

Easy.

I'm already drinking
this baby food smoothie for you.

What do you have
against açaí?

It's the superfood
of the Amazon.

You don't think it's strange
that two years ago

you'd never even heard
of açaí?

Now you're slurping it down
every chance you get.

I don't do that.
I don't slurp.

I don't trust it. It's too new.

You don't trust a fruit?

It's just the latest
L.A. food craze, that's all.

Today it's some mystery berry
from the Amazon.

Tomorrow we'll be eating...
shower mold

because it's high in omega-3s.
It's ridiculous.

Actually,
the new açaí

is a cactus fruit.
It's called pitaya.

Pi-tay-a.
Pi-tay-a?

Pi-tay-a.
Pit-ay-a.

All right. Now you're
just making stuff up.

That's ridiculous.
No... Hey!

Hey!
Whoa, man.

(phone ringing)

MAN:
Morning, Agent Callen,

Agent Hanna.
Who's this?

I'm glad you had
a nutritious breakfast.

Vitamins, minerals.

Healthy energy
for the day ahead.

(indistinct chatter)

It's been fun talking
to you, pal,

but this conversation's over...
Pressing that button,

Agent Callen,
will be like killing

those 20 people by yourself.

20 people?

Yes, Agent Hanna, 20 people.
I'm... You know, give or take.

(chuckles) But what's a life
or two either way, right?

Uh-huh.
This is some kind of a game?

A game is played for pleasure.

A game doesn't have
a determined outcome.

Either side can win in a game.

Games have their place.
But this...

whatever this is, boys,
it ain't a game.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
Feetsies stay planted.

If you hit send on that text,
Agent Hanna, the 20 people die.

I want you two to throw
your earwigs and your phones

down that storm drain to
the right behind that planter.

Now.

You got ten seconds.

Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five...

What's keeping you?

Four...

Good choice.
(splashing)

Now, I think I know the answer
to this but indulge me.

Are you two willing
to trade your lives

for those of 20 strangers?

Yes.

No wavering. No hesitation.

How do we save them?

Do you guys have a theme song?

I mean, you should, 'cause this
is all really very heroic stuff.

You got one minute
to save 20 people.

It's a bomb.

You're right about that.

50 seconds.
Where is it?

How many more times do you think

that boy's gonna bounce
that basketball

before he dies?

The bus stop.
Federal agents! There's a bomb!

Clear the way! Get out
Clear the bus stop! Get out of here!

There's a bomb, everybody!
Move, move,

move, move!
Go, go, go!

Mama, what's happening?
What's happening?

Sweetheart, come
with me. Right now.

Just come with me now.
Okay.

Sam, the boy!

I got him.

(indistinct shouting)

Three, two,

one!

(screaming)

(car alarms wailing)

You okay?
You okay?

(phone ringing)
(indistinct shouting)

MAN:
Wow.

Smart money said you'd lose
at least four of 'em.

Color me impressed.
(sirens wailing in distance)

Now it's time to get to work,
boys.

So, I have this feeling
that I'm going to regret

letting you pick the breakfast
place this morning, but...

Something's wrong.
I don't like this.

What's up? No little kid
monster cereal on the menu?

Callen and Sam's
phones went offline.

Let me see that.

And no signal from
their earwigs either.

Hmm. Maybe they're in an
underground parking structure.

No. There's none near
their last known location.

Why would they ditch their comms?
Hmm.

And at exactly
the same time.

Come on.
Let's check it out.

(sizzling)

(whistles)
I will not lie--

that dress is a work of art,

but it is not even in
the same league as this T-shirt.

Well, yeah, and that T-shirt
is actually much more,

uh...
Much more what?

Much more you.
Aw, thank you.

You ready for this?
Mm-hmm.

Breakfast... is served.

I know it's not brunch
at the Soho House,

but it's gonna have to do.

Don't tick... Please don't tickle me.
Please don't tickle me.

Mmm.
Get in there.

Okay. Oh, thank you.

Ah, I love your frittatas.
They are the best.

Okay.

Mmm. Just
perfect.

Yeah.

You're not still thinking
about my undercover op, are you?

No.

Well, no, maybe. A little.

Guy's a douche.

Now he's a
douche in jail.

I don't care about him.

Well, good.
'Cause you shouldn't.

I was actually just thinking
about the fact

that you spent the last week
in a world where...

money was no object.

You know me.
I could care less

about money, whether it be cars
or clothes or watches.

I don't...
It doesn't matter to me.

But?
(sighs)

But, um...

I don't know.
Sometimes I think,

you know, maybe I want
to get those things for you.

And,
listen,

I-I love my job.
You know how much I love my job.

But I realized this week
that I...

I'm-I'm never gonna have
that kind of money.

I'm here.

With you.

Yeah, no.
I know that you're here with me.

I'm just saying that, you know, and then...
And then

nothing.

I've dated guys with money,
Deeks.

Lots of money. Like plane money.

Plane money? Like a Cessna or like a...
It doesn't

matter.

This is all
I've ever wanted,

Deeks. Even before I met you,

this is exactly how I wanted
to feel.

I don't care
where I have breakfast.

As long as you're there.

Come here.

What?

I love that T-shirt.

Me, too.

(chuckles)

(phones vibrating, ringing)

I'm not gonna look
at that.

Oh, I think
you should.

Son of a...
Can you grab me some shoes?

I'll put these in the car.
Yeah. Mmm.

And I quote: "Take the day,
relax, because you earned it."

What's going on?
Nothing good.

This is
from an hour ago.

(indistinct shouting)

Okay.
What's...

Wait for it.

Oh. Are Callen and Sam okay?
Where are they?

Yes. And we don't know.

Callen and Sam
both ditched their comms

around the time
of the explosion.

How did they know the bus stop
was gonna blow up?

I found some additional footage
from before the explosion.

I can push in a little bit more.

Bike messenger drops a phone
on their table, rides off.

GRANGER:
Person on the phone

orchestrated the whole thing.

Any leads on the caller?

Mm. Not yet.
We're tracking

cell activity
at the time of the call,

but it looks like the phone
that was delivered

to Callen and Sam
actually has a scrambler on it.

ERIC: I'm also checking
into ongoing threats

and past cases.
It's all still fluid. But we got lucky

with the bike messenger.

Yeah. A traffic cam
picked him up a block away.

Got a hit on facial rec.

His name is John Baxter, 28,
from Playa Del Rey.

NELL: The messenger company
John works for uses

GPS to track their bikes.

John rode north after
the explosion, then holed up.

I sent the address
to your phones.

Go pick him up
and find out who hired him.

Done. And with pleasure.

Our comms are down. So by
now Ops knows what's up.

Joelle, my family,
everyone's on lockdown.

This could be somebody
we put away. This could be

somebody
we're investigating now.

Could be someone who's not
even on the radar yet.

The list of people who
wouldn't mind seeing us dead

is long and
distinguished.

Let's narrow it down.
What do we know about this guy?

He's a control freak.

He wants to run the show.
He wants us to feel helpless.

Wants to put us in
a no-win situation

where we die so others won't.

No, that would
make us heroes.

He wants us to die failing
to save people.

(phone ringing)
(sighs)

We left our car
and walked out here. Why?

MAN: I needed to make sure
you weren't being tracked

by your team.

We dumped our comms
like you asked.

And I'm supposed to just trust
that your superiors

didn't inject you
with-with a LoJack?

You have our
attention. Now what?

Straight to the chase.

No dinner, no dancing.

Ah, I feel cheap.

Today's plan's simple:
you do what I say

or I blow something else up.

Yeah? Where's this bomb
going off?

If I told you that, cutie pie,

what would I do to fill
the rest of my day?

We're gonna find you.

That shouldn't be too hard.

Why's that?

'Cause I'm gonna tell you
where to meet me.

Shocking turn of events,
wouldn't you say?

Where?

You know that park off
of Culver?

Off Culver?

Yeah.

Then you know it's 2.2 miles
from where you stand.

Shorter if you don't abide
by property laws.

You two have 20 minutes
to run there

or something else blows up.

And this time it'll be
a lot bigger than a bus stop.

Ticktock, boys.

Ticktock.

Yeah. Okay.
Thank you so much.

So, the messenger company
didn't know anything

about a delivery
to Sam and Callen.

In fact, Baxter wasn't
even scheduled to work today.

The bike stopped here, so...

And yet no bike.

Well, it's got
to be somewhere.

Yeah. Maybe.

Well, looks like he ditched
the bike and took off.

Deeks.

Apparently the caller
doesn't like loose ends.

(children chattering)

Now I see why he didn't tell us
to dump our guns.

He's got civilians
everywhere.

He knows we won't
engage him.

Okay, so where's this guy?

SAM:
He's smart.

And maybe
a little crazy.

SAM: On the swings.
You got to be kidding me.

2.2 miles through L.A. in...

19 minutes.

I appreciate the effort.

Would have been a shame not
to be able to look at y'all

in the eyes.

That's close enough.

Nice location.

Well protected.

I could've gone for the whole
"meet me on a rooftop" thing.

Search you, hope my guys

don't miss your backup weapons.

Or we come to a park,

get some sun,

have some fun.

Don't worry about them.

You keep your
guns put away,

so do they.

You try and take me out,

their crossfire turns this park
into breaking news.

Who are you?

What did we do to you?

You're running out of time.

Where's the bomb?

You have to earn that one.

And how do we do that?

See that pickup
parked on the street?

Take it to 547 Hill Street.

There's
an underground parking lot.

What are we doing there?

All in due time, Agent Hanna.

But you know
what you're not gonna do--

you're not gonna contact
your team. Mm-mm.

You do that,
I blow up the target.

You don't follow the orders,

I blow up the target.

We understand each other?

Yeah.

You got 20 minutes.

(chuckles)

I've been running searches
on Callen and Sam

across the entire city,
but after the explosion,

it's like they disappeared.

The caller's keeping them away
from surveillance cameras.

Okay. So...

we know that the bus stop
explosion happened here

and then they went northeast.
And that they haven't shown up

on any surveillance
cameras after that.

Either they're in an
area with a private

closed circuit
surveillance system...

Or they're in a place
that doesn't have

any surveillance cameras.
Mm-hmm. Places like this.

I know that
neighborhood.

Why send them here?

Yeah.
There's no commercial buildings.

No place where
people congregate.

Nothing that would
be a viable target.

Unless...

Check this out.

Yeah.

Yeah. In the middle
of this neighborhood,

there's a
public park.

Hmm. Any cameras
in the park?

Mmm. Yeah. One.

It's for security
on the maintenance shed.

Rewinding.

Did you
see that?

Yeah.

Callen
and Sam.

I'll call Kensi and Deeks.

Great. Thank you.

DEEKS: Two guys...

Okay, thank you.

Hey.
Hey.

So, one of the moms over there
said she saw Callen and Sam speaking

to a guy on the swings.
By the swings?

No, no. On the swings.
As in... swinging.

All right.

Not much of a description

but she did say that
it was a white male,

light-colored
jacket and jeans.

That is fantastic.
That narrows it down

to half of Los Angeles.
Precisely.

Got to be honest,
this guy was thinking.

Even if Sam and Callen
could get a shot off,

they're not gonna take it.
There's too many kids.

Yeah, but they still would have
tried to take him down.

Which means if they didn't,

he probably
had backup.

Or another target
wired to blow.

Maybe Eric was able
to track them from here.

Hey, so out of curiosity,
what do you think of this neighborhood?

It's fine.

'Cause there's this house
for sale around the corner.

Could be perfect for...
Uh, perfect for what?

I don't think you and I need
to be thinking about buying

something right now.
No, no, no, no, no. Perfect for flipping.

It's a house to flip.

What do you know
about flipping a house?

A lot. I got a season pass
to Flip or Flop.

(laughs)
Seriously?

No, I've studied
all their moves.

Pretty much,
you always make a profit.

That's 'cause they're pros.
That's what they do for a living.

Yeah, but I've
watched 30 episodes.

I've taken copious notes.
I have the money in my savings.

Now is the time, baby.

We got to make a move now.
Whoa, whoa.

It's an op... opportunity...

Come here. Come here, come here.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.

If you want to use your savings

to flip a house, I'm all for it.

I will support you. But if this
is about getting rich

or some primal need
to lavish me with jewels,

I don't want to be a part of it.

Lavish you with jewels?
Yes.

Not everything's got
to be about you.

I just want
to flip houses.

I just want to make that money.
I want to get that paper.

Okay.
Baby, so what do you think, huh?

Pooling together our money?

Flipping a house, you and I?
It would be a...

A terrible idea.

If by "terrible," you mean
"amazing" and you're in.

I'm glad we talked about this.
I really feel better.

CALLEN: I know this guy's
got eyes on us,

but I haven't seen
a tail yet.

The way this guy talks,

the things he says, G--

I don't like him.

Well, I don't think
he'll be liking any

of your Instagram pics
anytime soon.

CALLEN:
Smart move.

Hope Eric doesn't
miss that.

Storage building in
the jewelry district?

Doesn't seem like the kind
of place he'd put the bomb.

This guy wants a spectacle,

and high visibility,
a lot of victims.

This.. this isn't right.

(phone ringing)

MAN: You boys make it
to the parking structure?

Yeah, we're here.

What next?

There's an import-export company
in this building.

They just came into possession
of $11 million in diamonds.

And you're going
to get those for me.

This is about
dollars for you?

And a little entertainment.

Who knows what's gonna happen.

You succeed,
I'm $11 million richer,

and you stop a bomb from killing
thousands of people.

You fail, you're just a couple

of Federal Agents
turned thieves.

So, how are we supposed
to get the diamonds?

You have your choice
of cutting torches

in the back of the truck.

Use them
to enter the steel access door.

Enter the hallway.

There'll be two
security guards.

They're there to assist you.

Do we have
to breach a safe?

You have 20 minutes
to secure the diamonds.

He hung up.

He asked if we were here yet.

He doesn't have eyes
or ears down here.

Either way, he's
gonna blow the bomb.

But he's not gonna do anything
until he finds out

if we can deliver
these diamonds.

(clicking)

Watch your eyes.

(whooshing and hissing)

You found them?
Yeah.

(beeping)

MTA footage of the light
rail tracks downtown.

That's Callen and Sam
in the pickup.

DEEKS: They knew that making a right
across empty tracks on red

wouldn't draw
any attention.

It didn't look suspicious if
anybody was watching, but...

But it would trigger
the MTA cameras to record.

It's a good move.

It's a great move.

(computer chirps)

Acetylene torches,
a drill, tools.

Everything you need
to break open a steel door.

Or a safe.

Let's find those guards.

Hey!
CALLEN: Hey, guys.

No one's supposed
to be back here.

Put your hands up.

You're not expecting
us, are you?

Get out your cuffs.

(grunting)

(grunts)

(grunting)

There'll be two
security guards.

They are there to assist you.

I really don't like this guy.

(phone ringing)

Sam?

(phone continues ringing)

(phone beeps on)

Yeah?
(caller chuckles)

I figured it was 50-50
whether you'd answer the phone.

I guess the rent-a-cops
trigger fingers weren't as itchy

as I was expecting.

Those rent-a-cops
are doing their job.

This is a legit business.

Right-o.

So take the keys off
one of the guards.

Open the secured room
at the end of the hall.

That's where the safe is.

We'll need time
to open a safe.

And you're gonna have it.

Just meet me at the
Main Street Plaza in 45 minutes

with the diamonds.

(click, phone beeps off)

What do you got, Beale?

I backtracked the movements

of the pickup truck
throughout the day.

This is the guy
who drove the truck to the park

where Callen
and Sam picked it up.

Got an ID on him?

No, there's never a
clean shot of his face.

What about
the building behind it?

It's an auto repair shop.

I sent the address
to your phones.

All right, we'll
go check it out.

Before you do that,

you're gonna
want to see this.

So, no surveillance camera
in the park

picked up an image
of the caller,

but that doesn't necessarily
mean he wasn't photographed.

So, I used geotracking

to scan through various
social media platforms.

I looked for photos

that were taken
at the same time

Callen and Sam
were in the park, and...

I found this.

Tell me that guy's in the system.
Yup.

Got a hit on facial rec.

His name is Chad Brunson.

Chad Brunson?
That doesn't ring a bell.

NELL: What about his brother--
Tyler Brunson?

That's the guy who used the

USS Watertown to smuggle the
drug Krokodil into the country.

He was working with that
scumbag Paul Angelo.

Yeah, Angelo outed

Callen and Sam
as Federal Agents

while they were posing
as high-end dealers.

We took Tyler Brunson down
at the Marina.

Brunson raised
his gun on Sam.

And that is never
a good thing to do.

GRANGER:
It's all about revenge.

ERIC: Hey, it says here
that in '92,

a high school principal was
having, um,

"disciplinary issues"
with younger brother Tyler.

Principal was found dead--
beaten to death in his office.

And the evidence pointed
to Chad Brunson?

No evidence needed.

Chad called it in,
told them he did it himself.

Police never found him.

He was off the grid till 2013

when he became a person
of interest

in a double homicide in Bali.

Guess he disappeared before
the locals could pick him up.

(computer chirping)
Guys, I got Callen and Sam.

They're on a security camera

at a parking structure
on Hill Street, Downtown.

DEEKS:
That's the jewelry district.

Lot of steel doors and cases
for that cutting torch.

Locate Callen and Sam.

If you can get close to them
without being spotted, do it.

Copy that.
What about the auto repair shop?

GRANGER: I'll check it out.
You gonna do that alone?

I could, uh,
get my, um...

Oh.

I got Nell.

And I'll get my things.

All right.

I'll hold down the fort.

That's the pickup.

Easy.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

You know what they say

about sneaking up on a guy?

No.

I don't, either.

Nice.
CALLEN: Good to see you two.

Yeah.

Sam is working on a safe inside,
but we need to stay out here.

I don't think this guy has eyes
or ears inside this garage.

All right, we got a name
for you-- Chad Brunson.

Brunson?

Brother of
Tyler Brunson.

Brother's keeper.

This is a straight
revenge play.

Oh, yeah.

Someone gave us up.

Gave him our names.

That's gonna have to be
a problem for another day.

For now,
what do you need from us?

Follow us when we leave.

We're have to bring
these diamonds to Brunson

in exchange
for the location of a bomb.

All right, we'll alert the Bomb
Squad, have them ready to move.

Brought you a comms,
new tracker.

Should be easy
to keep tabs on him.

I don't think he's gonna let
these diamonds out of his sight.

We got your six up there.

Open it.
Yup.

(click)
Got it.

Got it?
Ready.

Clear!

Clear.

If you have
a question, ask it.

Cool.

I, uh... I didn't know

if this was more
of a Mr. Miyagi, Daniel-San,

don't-ask-any-questions
kind of thing, or...

you know.

Somebody shoot me in the head.

Sorry.

So, what's your question?

Well, we breached the space,
and it's empty.

So, what's the first thing
you look for?

Anomalies.

Anomalies. Right.

Yeah, this is an
auto repair shop.

What's here that
shouldn't be?

What isn't here that should be?
Mm-hmm.

No cars, no trucks,
no motorcycles.

No customers.

I think they were
working on something

that was parked right
here-- something big,

judging by those tires.

Probably a cargo truck.
Mm.

Eric said he couldn't find
a surveillance camera angle

on the front of the building.

So, if they drove a cargo truck
out of here,

we would have no way
to identify it.

No way to track it.

Well, we might be
able to identify it.

Okay.

Companies use this material

to put logos on cars and trucks.

Give me a hand here.
Yeah.

Now, if this is
what they were doing

to that cargo truck...

Maybe we can identify
and track it.

Exactly.

Miyagi ain't got
nothin' on you.

Sir.

(torch hissing)

Are we good?

Got 'em.

Let's do it.

Hey.

Courtesy of
Kensi and Deeks.

And they didn't even
come in and say hello.

All righty, it's on.

Oh, by the way,
want to know who this guy is?

"Rosecrans

Catering." Call it in.
Yeah.

ERIC:
Hello?

Beale?

We're looking
for a large cargo van or truck

with "Rosecrans
Catering" on the side.

(crowd chatter)

Let me hold that.

Where's the bomb?

Diamonds first.

(clinking)

Don't you want
to check the stones?

Nah. Wasn't really
about the diamonds.

Nice bonus, though.

My name's Chad Brunson.

That mean anything to you?
CALLEN: Brunson.

You related to
Tyler Brunson?

I was...
until your team killed him.

SAM:
Our team didn't

shoot him.

I did.

Why don't you let him go,
tell him where the bomb is?

You can have me.

I'm who you want.

Nah.

It's a nice offer, but, uh...

I'll stick with my plan.

Who wants to go get blown up?

Guys, LAPD just issued an APB
on two men

matching your description.

Where is the bomb?

The exact location
and the delivery method--

you know, I'm not going to say.
Uh, you got to find that out.

That wasn't the deal.

Yeah. It was the deal.

You run around town
for my amusement and my profit,

and I tell you that...

the Convention Center's
gonna blow up.

It's a big place,
lot of people to move.

Chop, chop.

How long do we have?

You got enough for me to make it
to my front row seat

so I can watch you get blown up
with the rest of them.

Oh, and, um, just
to make things interesting,

I phoned in the diamond robbery
to the L.A.P.D.

They're looking
for you two gentlemen.

(garbled radio transmission)

Yeah, I think
I got our suspects.

LAPD!

Stay where you are!

Did LAPD detain Callen and Sam?

No, they made it to the pickup
truck, but LAPD is in pursuit.

Brunson?
Uh, he got into a car with two others.

And Kensi and Deeks?

Covering Callen and Sam
at a distance.

(computer beeps)

Hetty, Rosecrans Catering
is the official caterer

of The Convention Center.

That's

how Brunson is
getting the bomb

into the center.

Hetty, there's a huge car show
going on there today.

There are thousands of people
inside the center.

Of course there are.

(tires squeaking)

KENSI:
There they are.

(tires squealing)

(distant sirens)

KENSI: Callen, Sam, got eyes on you
and holding position.

(sirens blaring)

(sirens blaring)

(tires squealing)

Driver, out of your vehicle now!

I said, out of the vehicle!

(explosion)

(car alarms sounding)
Callen, Sam, you okay?

We're good.

We're just east
of the south corner.

You located that bomb yet?
DEEKS: Yeah.

He's sending it to the arena
inside of a catering truck.

Well...

(sighs)

Let's find that truck.

(tires squealing,
engine revving)

CALLEN:
Eric, has

Convention Center Security or
LAPD started the evacuation?

It's in progress now.

Is the catering truck
still on Flower Street?

He turned onto Venice.

Take the right up ahead.

You're running parallel
to the truck.

He's approaching

the Convention Center now.

Kensi, don't let
that truck

get anywhere near
the Convention Center.

I got this, Hetty.

MAN (over P.A.): Please leave
the Convention Center

calmly and immediately.
Please locate your nearest exit.

(loud crowd chatter)

(tires squealing)

Hands up! Put 'em up right now!

Put your hands up
and leave 'em up.

Look at me.

(grunts)
Leave 'em up!

Don't!
(grunts)

Clear!

Detonator secured.

Ammonium Nitrate,

Diesel fuel
wrapped in Tovex.

Big boom,
but it's easy to disarm.

There's a timer.
(beeping)

It's a failsafe.
We got less than two minutes.

(beeping)

Guys, I got movement
on the tracker.

Brunson is closing in
on your position

from the north fast.

You good?
Just buy me a few seconds.

That's them.

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunting)

Bomb's disarmed!

(Chad groaning)

(groaning)

(panting)

Okay, okay.

You got me.

Checkmate
and all of that.

Now for sure you got a question
to ask me, don't you?

Aah! (groaning)

You want to know...

who gave me the names
of the Federal Agents

that shot my little brother.

(laughs)

You guys
don't got a clue.

One of your own...

is gonna burn you down
from the inside.

Show us your other
hand, Brunson.

(coughing)

(grunts)

(exhales)

What?

Uh, nothing.

I'm done, so...

I guess have a good night.

(laughs)

You, too.

Uh... thank you,
Assistant Director, for

letting me tag along today.

I just hope I didn't get
in the way, or anything.

Sir.

Don't do that.

Excuse me?

I didn't let you
tag along today.

I brought you with me
because I needed backup,

and you have
field experience.

Okay.

Never belittle yourself
or your accomplishments.

You deserve the respect
you've gotten.

You've earned it.

(phone ringing)

DEEKS:
At this point, why even

go to bed, you know?

I feel like if I just
keep moving, I'll be fine.

Ooh, I have a good idea.
Let's go grab burgers, huh?

Double-double,
animal style. My treat.

Who's with me?

You know they make animal-style fries, too?
Of course I do.

Nell, what do you think?

A little dooble,
doo-ble in your future?

I think that sounds fun.
KENSI: Awesome.

You okay?

Yeah.

You sure?

Hey, how about we grab Eric
on the way out?

That's a fantastic idea.

It gives us an opportunity

to talk to him about our
house-flipping business.

No!

No, Deeks!
What?

No, this is not our business,
and I am not letting you

pillage my savings
for this.

Oh, that's a shame because

my house-flipping business is
gonna take the world by storm.

(grunts)
All right? It's gonna be a TV show.

Me and Monte
take over the world.

That's all he said?

Yeah.

The mere fact

that Chad Brunson got the names

of the team members
responsible for taking down

his brother--

it's troubling.

Well, if that information
came from inside NCIS,

it's more than
just troubling.

Oh, of course, I agree.
GRANGER: There's a good chance

the mole we apprehended last
year gave up this information

before we got him.

And we still don't know
who he was working for?

We don't.

CALLEN:
What about Paul Angelo,

the guy that gave us up
to Tyler Brunson?

I'll speak to him.

We want to be there
when you...

I'm handling Paul Angelo.

Why don't you

go home and get some rest?

Take Monday off.

You've earned it.

Today is Monday, Hetty.

Oh.

HETTY:
Then I'll see you two tomorrow.

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