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And you can feel free to call
us at lunchtime, if you want to.

Uh, for what?

Oh, um...

just to let us know
how it's going.

But you don't have
to, it's up to you.

And you have our numbers
memorized in case, yeah?

Uh, yes. They're in my phone.

No, but you should
memorize them,

in case your phone gets
lost or stolen or dies.

Right, a-and if
you're experiencing

any bullying just
call us immediately.

You think I'm going
to get bullied?

No, no, no. No.
No. Not at all. No.

It just... it was
like a theoretical.

Just in case. Yeah, of
course, but you should

always remember your
self-defense training.

And your active
shooter drills. Yeah,

but more importantly, have fun.

That's the most important
thing, just have fun.

Okay.

Okay. Also, uh, one of us
will pick you up today.

But if not, we'll text you,

and maybe Naomi's mom
can drop you off at home.

In which case, you have
your house key, yeah?

Uh, yes. Great.

And you know the alarm code?

Yes. Let's hear it.

Real quick, before you go.

7-7-4-8. Perfect.

Yes. Ooh. What about
the panic code?

7-7-0-0.

Bingo. All right. Anything
else we're forgetting?

High five. It's gonna be
great. (school bell rings)

You're gonna be great. Uh...
I have to go so I'm not late.

DEEKS: Okay. Okay. Bye.

Have fun. Make friends. Bye.

None of those... None of
the mean girls, though.

We're proud of you.

You know what I'm thinking?

BOTH: Homeschool.

I'm not built for this.

(Kensi groaning)

What are you doing?

(stammers)

Lawn bowling.

I mean, what the hell
it look like I'm doing?

We have to be there
in 15 minutes.

We have an appointment.

I'm not going to
an adult day care.

It's not a day care.

It's an activity center.

They have a gym,
a pool, a library.

Well, then take me to a
gym, or pool, or a library.

There, they have it all in one.

What, they're gonna
change my diaper, too?

If you need to wear one, yeah.

Yeah, I'd bite a bullet
before I let that happen.

Dad, they have classes,
guest speakers.

Oh, whoopee, I can
read about ants

and brush up on pole dancing.

Just give it a try.

Please.

(quietly): Okay. Okay.

Do they have billiards?

Yeah, they got a
whole game room.

They even have a
poker tournament.

Poker, huh?

Ah, what's the buy-in?

I don't know. I think
it's just for fun.

Oh, the only fun is when
you're winning real money.

Mrs. Williams will be
there to pick you up

later this afternoon.

Oh, so it's a suicide mission?

I'd be safer walking.

You ever see that woman driving?

I mean, she's legally blind.

She's not legally blind.

I mean, it's like
riding with Mr. Magoo.

I need a helmet to
ride with that woman.

Look, Dad, all I'm asking is
that you keep an open mind.

All right? You may
make some new friends.

Only new things that
happen in a place like that

is hips and pacemakers.

Soon as you get to know
somebody, they die.

The only thing I like about
dating a woman my age...

Mm-hmm.

Is you don't have to feel guilty

about not calling her back.

Why is that?

Because most of
them can't remember.

(chuckles)

That's not funny.

Ah, no, no, no, that's funny.

No, n-not really.

That's "ooh-wee" funny.

Get dressed, please.

Damn funny.

Not funny.

Actually disrespectful.

Come on. Come on,
Dad. We got to go.

(slow clicking on keyboard)

Hey, what you working on?

Nothing.

You need help? With what?

I'm really good at
planning things.

Look, I know that some guys

can find this sort of thing
out of their wheelhouse.

You were looking at possible
wedding venues, right?

Maybe.

Well, what is Anna thinking?

Uh, she's thinking

somewhere between the two of
us just going to city hall

and fulfilling Arkady's desire

of recreating Doctor Zhivago

with everyone on
horses and real snow.

(chuckles): Okay. Love.

Well, do you have a theme?

A theme? Yeah.

Like traditional or whimsical,

uh, cosplay,

new age, fairy tale?

Fairy tale? Mm-hmm.

People come up with some
pretty wild things these days.

I mean, just think about it.

Sam as a troll.

Deeks as a pixie.

Kilbride as a wizard.

(gasps) Yeah.

Yeah, you know what?

I'm gonna run it buy
them, see what they think.

Ha! Yeah, please
don't. No, no, no.

Honestly, I don't...

It doesn't hurt to ask, right?

(chuckles): I know
you're kidding,

but seriously, please don't.

SHYLA: Agent Callen.

Admiral needs you
in his office, ASAP.

And good morning, Fatima.

Morning.

(sighs): Okay.

What's so urgent?

I wasn't told, but I believe
it has something to do

with a communiqué from Syria.

KILBRIDE: Enter.

You wanted to see me, Admiral?

Hold my calls,

have the Commander
patched through here.

Sir.

Commander Neal, thank
you for your patience.

I'm here now with Special
Agent Grisha Callen.

Can you tell him, please,
what your squad found?

Yes, sir.

We were doing some
joint recon work

alongside the Syrian
Democratic Forces

when we came across
an abandoned school

that we had been using
as a shared safe house.

It showed signs of an
ambush and human remains

of several individuals
were found inside.

They were burned
beyond recognition,

but one of the bodies had
documents identifying them

as an American female
named Trudy Chambers.

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The Trudy we know
is a small woman.

Do the remains that you
recovered reflect that?

I'm afraid so, sir.

We're still waiting on
dental and DNA confirmation

for a positive ID.

Thank you, Commander.

Please reach out
the moment you do.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, you obviously
know that Trudy Chambers

is one of Hetty's aliases.

Yes.

Yes, I do.

What have we got?

Explosion and subsequent fire

at Havlock/Haines
Aerospace last night.

They design and build

remote piloted
vehicles for the Navy.

A janitor was killed,

a security guard
severely injured.

ATF Bomb Squad said that it was
a nitroamine high explosive.

Hmm. Octogen.

Suspects?

Not yet.

Luis Estevez was the janitor.

Morgan Reynolds was the guard.

But neither fits the profile.

It seems more like they were

at the wrong place
at the wrong time,

or the right place
at the wrong time,

or the wrong place
at the right time.

Whichever it is.

Well, we still need to
check them both out.

I'll take the crime
scene with Callen.

Put Kensi and Deeks
on the janitor,

and Rountree can work
the security guard.

Problem?

Sure you don't want to run
this by a more senior agent?

No.

You see a more
senior agent in here?

I like it. Go get 'em, girl.

Okay. (chuckles)

Are her remains
being flown back?

They will be, if they're
positively identified.

I'd like to accompany them.

Understood.

You know, she was
with another American.

Harris Keane.

Any sign of him? No.

But we'll know better once the
forensics team is finished.

If she was ambushed
in a safe house,

someone sold her out.

Even if that's not her,

she's in danger.

She was in danger the
minute she went back,

and there's no such
thing as a safe house

in Syria these days.

But, then again, this is
Hetty we're talking about.

She's got more lives
than a barn cat,

and Lord knows
she's just as mean.

KENSI: Thank you for talking
with us today, Miss Estevez.

DEEKS: We're so sorry about
the loss of your father.

Uh, did he ever talk
to you about work?

I know he liked it there.

They paid him well,

and the night job allowed him
to work days on other projects.

What other projects?

He was a skilled carpenter and
mason and worked construction.

Geez, when did he sleep?

Sundays.

(chuckles) He would
come over to dinner

and pass out during football.

We'd just let him sleep.

We'd turn up the
volume on the TV

so we could hear it
over his snoring.

(chuckles) Why the two jobs?

In the beginning, it
was to make ends meet.

He came over
illegally as a child.

Later on, I think he
just liked to stay busy,

especially after my mother died.

Did he ever work
with explosives?

No.

Although he did
love his fireworks.

Didn't matter if it was
New Year's, Fourth of July,

Cinco de Mayo, any excuse
to put on a display

for his family and neighbors.

I can't tell you how
many times the police

and fire department showed up.

Your dad have any
difficulties, any problems?

Like what?

Like financial issues,
gambling, drugs?

No, he was a gentle
and caring man.

Any enemies?

No. Everyone liked him.

He would do anything
to help his friends,

family, neighbors,
even strangers.

And he lived alone?

Since my mother passed, yes.

When did your mother pass?

It's been two years now.

She died of COVID.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I thought this was an
accident at the factory.

Did something else happen?

That's exactly what we're
trying to figure out.

Do you think it would be okay

for us to take a look
at your father's house?

I guess so.

Thank you.

Really?

Yeah. My old show
went into syndication.

Well, that's not exactly subtle.

Well, this is L.A., baby.
You know, subtle stands out.

Is everything okay?

A recon unit in Syria found
the remains of a human body

at an ambush site.

It was carrying one
of Hetty's alias IDs.

They haven't confirmed
whether or not it was her,

but the...

the size of the body matches.

(sighs) My God.

I am so sorry.

Is there anything
that we can do?

Not now. Let's-let's just go.

Okay. Yeah.

ROUNTREE: The security
guard's a bust.

He's lawyered up, and he's
refusing to talk to us.

And the doctor said

he's in no condition
to be questioned.

And yet he was in good enough
condition to hire a lawyer.

Yeah, well,

life can be funny that way.

Well, inform his lawyer and
the medical staff that as soon

as he can eat his Jell-O,
he better start talking.

All right. Copy that.

I can try to get a warrant
to search his residence,

not sure we'll get it,
but it's worth a try.

Do it, and also get a
list of his coworkers.

Maybe they can shed some
light on this individual.

We're still
assessing the damage.

Plus rebuild time and
lost revenue and contracts

in the interim.

CALLEN: Any ideas
who did this?

TAVERES: Anarchists,
right-wing extremists,

anti-war activists?

FATIMA: Any industry rivals
or, uh, disgruntled employees?

"E," all of the above.

Not everyone likes what we do,

especially after we took
on military contracts.

CALLEN: Did you lose any
employees after that?

A few chose to leave

over their conscientious
objections to manufacturing

weapons of war.

Can we get their
contact info? Of course.

Although I don't think any
of them were capable of this.

Have you had any
trouble in the past?

Nothing as overt,

but we've been subjected
to a relentless onslaught

of cyberattacks.

(phone buzzing) You
know who's behind those?

Not yet.

It's Ops. Excuse me.

Hey, what do you have?

SHYLA: We just received

a preliminary coroner's report.

The janitor, Luis Estevez,

was already dead several
hours before the explosion.

If the janitor was killed
hours before the explosion,

it would suggest that they
used him to get inside.

Makes sense.

Nobody but the cleaning
crew or security

working at night.

It's easier access.

They grab him, use his ID.

Hell, they probably brought

the body in with the bomb,

maybe in the cleaning cart.

That's what I'd do.

That's a little scary.

But it is a good way
to dispose of the body.

Probably hoped it would look

like he was killed
in the explosion.

Well, let's see what
turns up at the residence.

KENSI: No, I mean,

unless this is a Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde situation,

honestly, I don't see it.

I mean, this guy's like
Mister Rogers, just more neat.

Ask the daughter if she
has power of attorney.

If so, we may be able to access
his phone and financial records.

I don't want to miss anything.

KENSI: Will do. Yeah. Did
he have any home security?

(scoffs) This guy wouldn't
even lock his doors.

Well, whoever grabbed him must
have had surveillance on him.

Maybe we can spot them.

Yeah, we can ask the
neighbors if they have any

home security cams. Yeah,
and see if the daughter

can help you work up what
his daily routine was.

Well, phone records will help

and hopefully his
vehicle has GPS.

Well, he left his Jeep at the
plant, but they're having it

trailered over to the
carport for a full workup.

Okay. Got it.

We'll let you know if
we find anything here.

CALLEN: Sounds good. Bye.

(sighs) Hey. They
find anything?

They're working up his vehicle.

I didn't think about his truck.

Um, they will release it to you

once they have a chance
to search for clues.

He really loved that truck.

It was the first new
vehicle he ever bought.

Um, do you have
power of attorney?

Yes.

(voice breaking):
My father did that

after my mother passed away,

just in case.

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Would you allow
us to look through

his financial and phone records?

It might help us find

who's responsible
for all of this.

(crying): Okay.

Also, maybe can you help us
figure out his daily routine?

Can you do that?

I can try.

Okay.

(both sigh)

Why does life have to
hurt so much sometimes?

Well, maybe 'cause
it's so special

that we experience the
most pain when it's gone.

Although I do hear that kidney
stones are right up there.

(clears throat) Really?

What, you're gonna tell
me that childbirth is

more painful than kidney stones?

You're an idiot.

I'm joking. Why?

Because if I don't joke,

this job is too sad for
me to keep doing it.

I know.

I still think you're
an idiot, though.

Even though you're
a lovable idiot.

I'll take it.

(dog barking in distance)

You know, all this
is making me feel

like I want to call Rosa
and check in on her.

Okay, pull up on that stick
there, helicopter mom,

because she's fine.

You just need to give
her some space and time

to find herself and-and to
grow. Put the phone down.

Yeah, I know, but
how many parents

dropped their kids off at school

only to never see them again

because of another
school shooting.

Okay, y-you can't, you
can't think like that.

How can you not think like that?

I mean, all right, you can
consider the possibility,

you can do the drills,
but at some point,

you just have to give in and
believe in a greater good.

I just feel like that's getting
harder and harder to do.

Yeah, well, that's why
they call it faith.

(scoffs)

I mean, George Michael
even wrote a song about it.

Oh... Please don't.

Boy George? Nope.

George Harrison?

(stifled laugh)
Curious George?

(sighs) I mean, he's a monkey,
but he could write a song.

What do you got, Dahr?

Besides one dead janitor,

an injured guard, a
demolished RPV factory,

and no suspects,

I'd say a whole lot of nothing.

And what, pray tell, are
we doing to rectify that?

Kensi and Deeks are canvassing

the janitor's neighborhood,
hoping to find

a witness or something
on home security cameras.

Callen and Fatima are

going through his vehicle.

Rountree is
interviewing employees

who quit the company
over military contracts.

And I'm still working

with cyber to try and identify

sources of their
recent attacks. Hmm.

Well, They're willing
to kill innocent people

to accomplish their objectives,

and they're using HMX,

so they're not just some...

run-of-the-mill militia idiots.

No, this, uh...

this feels professional.

Corporate sabotage
from an industry rival?

Mm. Military contracts are
worth billions of dollars.

Well, that would be a touch
better than the alternative.

Which is what, sir?

State sponsored terrorism.

Keep pushing cyber.

I want to know where those
initial attacks originated.

Yes, sir.

CALLEN: Admiral?

Any news from Syria?

I'd have informed you if
there were, Agent Callen.

What have you got for me?

Nothing yet.

The people who did this
are still out there,

probably with more
targets in mind.

I need you focused
on the task at hand,

not an unknown situation
half the globe away.

Am I understood?

Yes, sir. Good.

Now go catch these bastards
before they strike again.

Here you go.

Whoever took him wiped
this thing clean.

I can still smell the bleach.

Any news on Hetty?

No.

(phone buzzing)

All good?

Yeah, it's just
my sister calling.

I'm sure she just wants to know

if I want to do
something with Jake. Aw.

How fun. Wish I had
a niece or nephew.

Yeah, well, at least
while they're young.

Turns out the
world's coolest uncle

is not as interesting these
days as an adolescent girl.

Ah...

I see.

Just out of curiosity,

did you give yourself
the designation

of world's coolest uncle?

Who's cooler than me?

(laughs)

You don't think I'm cool?

What? No. Yeah.

Yeah, you're cool.
You're, like, supercool.

Okay, let's... let's
not oversell it.

ROUNTREE: Hey, Shyla.

Janice Ng will be here in ten.

I just sent you over
her background info.

She quit Havlock/Haines
over her opposition

to their military contracts.

Oh, no.

That doesn't necessarily
mean anything.

No, but this does.

Cyber finally identified

the source of the computer
attacks on Havlock/Haines.

Foreign or domestic?

Foreign.

Beirut.

SHYLA: Lebanon is an ally.

FATIMA: Yeah, but
Hezbollah is not.

They're not only a militant
group in that country,

they're a successful
political party.

Well, we've known they have
operatives in this country

ever since the arrest of Ali
Kourani and Samir el-Debek

a couple years ago.

Weren't most of those operations

to raise money and
secure weapons?

Yeah, but things change.

Especially as our relationship
with Iran worsens.

Iran is like
Hezbollah's sugar daddy.

You find anything
in Estevez's truck?

Nah, it was wiped clean, and
the GPS history was deleted.

Oof, that's sophisticated,
even for Hezbollah.

Why don't you reach
out to the ODNI,

see if you can get
the most recent list

of Hezbollah members
in this country,

especially anyone
on the west coast.

Got it.

I joined Havlock/Haines as
an aeronautical engineer

because I wanted to be part
of the first mission to Mars,

not create weapons
of mass destruction.

RPVs aren't weapons
of mass destruction.

They are if they're armed
with nuclear weapons.

Which they aren't.

Don't be so naive.

You don't think
they've considered

and tested them for small
yield delivery weapons?

Who am I talking to?

It's your job to cover up
their crimes against humanity.

Oh, I love that game.

Listen, it's not our job
to cover up anything.

In fact, it's our job

to find the truth,

which is why we're
trying to ascertain

who set the bomb in your
former employer's facility.

Ah, and because I quit for
not wanting to be a warmonger,

I'm a suspect.

So...

is this where you beat
a confession out of me?

(sighs) This place
makes more sense now.

I'm not gonna be the one to
beat a confession out of you.

That's actually what,
uh, she's here for.

What? No, no, n-no.

He's joking. He's
just kidding.

Deeks, tell her you're kidding.

I'm not kidding! Oh,
my gosh, he's kidding.

Hmm? Sorry, he's
totally kidding.

(chuckles)

Special Agent Kensi
Blye, this is Janice Ng.

She used to work

at Havlock/Haines
but recently quit

when they started handling
military contracts.

Huh. I can respect
that. (scoffs) Yeah.

Right. She seems to believe

that we're covering
something up.

Okay. What exactly are we
meant to be covering up?

I want a lawyer. Janice,
you don't need a lawyer.

Oh, so you can railroad me?

(Rountree chuckles)

You know what?
You're free to go.

Please.

Go.

You're still gonna
hear from my lawyer.

All right, have
a good afternoon,

(whispers): and don't let
the door hit you on the ass

on the way out. (door closes)

(takes deep breath)

It's one of those
days, isn't it?

You have no idea.
I have nothing.

What about you?

What's the latest with
the Beirut cyberattacks?

They're thinking it's Hezbollah.

We were been gathering security
cam footage of the homes

around Luis Estevez's house,

and of course we would've
taken it to OPS ourselves,

but somebody needed
a potty break!

Sorry that I have a natural

and justifiable...
ah... Aversion...

Oh. What? to public restrooms.

Sorry, out of towels.

KENSI: Okay. I think
it got in my mouth.

Yeah, he's a sensitive flower.

(beeps) Hey, Shyla.

What's with the
Hezbollah message?

Cyberattacks on Havlock/Haines
originated in Beirut.

Current theory is Hezbollah.

You have anything?
Uh, not sure yet.

I'm sending you home
security footage

from the deceased
janitor's neighborhood.

Copy that.

We'll compare it to
other footage we have

of Estevez going about his day,

see if we can find
a common element.

There's a lot of stuff on there.
Deeks and I are heading back,

so we'll help you
sift through it.

Sounds good.

All right. (scoffs)

CALLEN: The coroner's report

has Estevez's death
around 4:00 p.m.

Hey, check this out.

What am I looking at?

See in the corner.

Bunny's Laundry and Dry
Cleaning van. Mm-hmm.

It's there at 11:00.

Still there two hours later.

So, they could be taking a
long lunch or the day off.

Or having a stakeout.

Bunny Vale laundry is a chain
throughout the Southland.

And when we started looking
for this specific van,

it showed up in
multiple locations

at the same time as Estevez.

And the owner is...?

Currently it's one Darius

aka "Bunny" Vale
and his wife, Sara.

Lebanese-American.
Persian-American.

First generation born in the US.

Any links to Hezbollah?
None that I could find.

Could be using his
business as a front.

Are you suggesting they're
"laundering" money?

(laughter) Sorry.

Couldn't resist.

I think we need to have
a talk with Bunny Vale.

That's one of your vans?

Yes, I have over a dozen.

Hmm. Well, we believe
that this one was used

in the commission of a crime.

I was afraid of that.

That's the one that was stolen.

Your van was stolen?

Yes, just the other night. Hmm.

You didn't file a police report.

Oh, I didn't know it was stolen.

And then when I did,

one of my employees
found it before I could.

There was no
damage, so I figured

it was just some
teenagers on a joyride.

They did empty the gas tank.

Hmm. Where did your
employee find the van?

Just down the street
from one of my locations.

Mm-hmm. What was
this employee's name?

Emelio. Good kid.

Been with me for years.

Hmm.

Anything else?

(speaking Farsi)

That is what remains
of Luis Estevez,

a father, grandfather,

Who was probably
murdered in your van.

So, once forensics is
done going through it

with a fine-tooth comb,
any evidence they find

will link you

to his murder.

Not to mention a
terrorist bombing

on American soil.

How long have you, uh,
supported Hezbollah?

What? No. Nothing. Never.

Nothing never?

Sounds like a Taylor Swift song.

You try and play us, Bunny,
you're gonna be in Guantanamo Bay

with your extremist
brothers before dinner.

I had nothing to do with this.

Then who did?

Last chance, Bunny.

I can't help you.

They'll hurt my family.

We can protect your family.

Not in Tehran.

We have agents all
over the world.

But not in Iran.

You're not in Iran, Bunny.

You're in the United
States of America,

and whoever is behind
this is a threat

to you and your family.

Tell us who they are,

so we can stop them from
hurting anyone else.

I don't know. Two men.

They demanded a van, they said

if I didn't cooperate

my relatives back in
Iran would pay the price.

I was told to ask no
questions and tell no one.

I just gave them the van to use.

And then they returned it.

Where were they staying?

I don't know. I only
gave them the van.

Did they approach anyone else?

Bunny.

My friend Ava.

They threatened her, too.

What did they want from her?

A place to work.

She's in commercial real estate.

Call in Sam, we're gonna
need the full team on this.

Yeah.

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Nice of you to finally join us.

Trust me, I'd rather
be chasing bad guys

than trying to convince my
father to behave himself.

How's he doing?

He's doing everything he
can to drive me crazy.

KILBRIDE (over comm): If you
all are finished chitchatting,

maybe we could get
this operation started.

SHYLA (over comm): The building
is owned by Ava Safari.

It's only about 26% occupancy

since COVID wiped out
most of her tenants.

The office that she gave them

is on a floor that's
otherwise vacant.

Good. Last thing we need
are collateral casualties.

KILBRIDE: Consider
these people armed.

We know they're dangerous,

and they have access
to high explosives,

so watch out for booby traps.

(elevator bell dings over comm)

I'm sor... What, bo-booby trap?

Wait, nobody said anything
about a booby trap.

I'm not the bomb disposal guy.

Maybe Sam should be
coming in here first.

SAM (over comm): They're not expecting
company, Deeks, you'll be fine.

Probably.

(scoffs) "Probably."

Whoa. What are
you doing in here?

Oh, hey. I didn't know this
place was rented again. Cool.

I'm L.A. Fire, here for
the monthly inspection.

You can't do that now.
Come back tomorrow.

Oh, cannot do that.

Starting the triple
seven tower tomorrow.

(chuckles): Nakatomi
Plaza. You're heard of it.

But this will only take a
second. Is anybody else here?

Because they may want to
step out into the hall.

It's about to get loud
when I turn on the alarm.

I said no. You need
to leave right now.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I can't
hear anything with these on.

But, seriously, your ears
are gonna start ringing

like you were at front row
of a Motörhead concert.

KENSI (over comm):
Weapon! (gunshot)

Tango down.

What?

Oh! Oh.

Wow.

Bad guy down.

We're good.

Clear.

DEEKS: Uh, we're
clear in here.

Nice shot, honey.

Baby, that was way too close.

That guy almost shot you

in the back of the head.

If I had a nickel for every time

I was almost shot in
the back of the head,

I could take us all to Cabo.

Actually, you know what?

I was shot in the
back of the head.

Darrel Dinkins. I still got

the BB right under
my scalp right there.

You sure it didn't make
its way into your brain?

(chuckles softly)

(chuckles)

God, I missed you today.

I bet you did. (chuckles)

(device whirrs, beeps)

All right, sending you
photos and fingerprints now.

SHYLA: Got it.

Uh, he's got a
cell phone on him.

I'm assuming it's a burner.

I'll send you the number
and the call history.

See if you can find anything.

KILBRIDE: Have any ID on him?

I got a Canadian passport here

identifies him as
one Cyrus Karimian.

Born in Fort Erie, Ontario.

Doubt it's real.

Unfortunately, I got
four more passports here

for different men, so either
this guy's selling these

or we may have a
whole cell here.

KILBRIDE: Wonderful.

Did he have time
to warn the others?

Highly doubtful.

KILBRIDE: Any signs of
where the others might be?

DEEKS: I mean, I'd like
to think they're visiting

The Wizarding World
of Harry Potter,

but they probably
have other plans.

They've been, uh,
shredding documents.

This one looks like
a topographical map.

Can you tell what it was?

I mean, maybe if I was
The Amazing Kreskin.

Who's The Amazing Kreskin?

Uh, that was before Google.

Uh, I may have something here.

I sent you a photo.
You recognize this?

Yeah. That's not good.

Wait, "not good" like,
"aw, that sucks,"

or "not good" like "the
phone call is coming

from inside the house"?

SHYLA: Uh, it's the symbol
of the Islamic Revolutionary

Guard Corps' staff college.

These guys aren't Hezbollah,
they're Quds Force.

Iranian special operatives.

Normally, they
only train proxies

to fight in other conflicts.

KILBRIDE: Son of a bitch.

I knew this smelled
state sponsored.

I will bet you my
grandchildren that the RPV

that took out Soleimani
was manufactured

by Havlock/Haines.

You don't have
grandchildren, sir.

Right. Searching.

DEEKS: Who's Keyser Söze?

He was an Iranian military
leader that killed

by an RPV a couple years ago.

KILBRIDE: He was
a beloved hero

in his country

and this, Team
America, is payback.

(chuckles): Team America.
That's hilarious.

You think this is
funny, Rountree?

Uh... No, sir. Absolutely not.

Any luck locating the other
numbers from the cell?

SHYLA: Uh, looks like...

they are traveling together

or going in the same
direction on the PCH.

Last cell tower to carry
them is just past Malibu.

So maybe they're surfers?

Point Mugu.

KILBRIDE: Naval Station Ventura
County is the West Coast base

for the Triton RPV project.

Get the base commander
on the phone,

and I want helicopters on
the roof of that building

in two minutes. How
am I supposed to...

I don't care.

Coast Guard, Sheriff's
department, LAPD,

hell, every TV and radio
station in the area

has got traffic copters up.

Commandeer every damn one
of them if you have to.

Aye, aye, sir.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(groans)

(panting)

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(explosion)

(panting)

(beeps)

Nobody's home.

(Deeks whistles)

Call this a kill box.

Drop your weapons, now.

SAM: Allahu Akbar

or behind bars, it's your call.

(indistinct chatter)

SOLDIER: Move back slowly.

SOLDIER: Behind your back.

Spread your legs.

Walk. Let's go.

♪ ♪

(phone buzzing)
DEEKS: Hey, uh...

anybody got any ideas
on how I get down?

I'm-a take this.

DEEKS: Roundtree,
you want to catch me?

On three, ready?

Everything okay, Mrs. Williams?

What do you mean gone?

Who?

I have no idea who that is.

Can you give me a
number or an address?

You don't need to
do anything else.

I'll take it from
here, all right?

Okay.

Trouble?

(sighs heavily) When
the caretaker arrived,

my father had already left
the senior activity center.

All right. You need
to look for him?

I'd prefer not to.

He left with another member,

some woman named Victoria.

♪ ♪

Your father hooked up with
someone on his first day?

(chuckles) Don't...

That is impressive.
Don't start.

He could teach you a
few things. Don't start.

Anybody want to grab a bite?

Rountree's buying. Ooh.

What? Seriously.

I'll pay for drinks.

Actually, I will buy
dinner if Rosa can come.

Nah-ah-ah. It's
a school night.

Nah-ah-ah. (stammers)

Terrible plan, because it
is, it is a school night.

But if you guys want to
get takeout or something

and eat at our
place, that's fine.

Yeah, I'm down for that.

We can hang out
with Rosa. Amazing.

How's you guys' calculus?

Better than my algebra.

DEEKS: Fantastic.

How's your algebra?

Eh... Eh...

We can work with that. We can
work with that. Done. Hired.

That's totally fine.
We got a new tutor.

(laughing) Rountree does math.

(laughter)

(knocking)

Enter.

Drink?

Am I gonna need it?

Well, the longer you stay in
this business, definitely,

but not because of
Hetty, not now anyway.

The, uh, remains that they found

were those of a female
child, not Hetty.

(takes deep breath)

So, what is a dead girl doing
with one of Hetty's IDs on her?

Well, if I had to guess,
Hetty planted it on the body.

Without forensics,
that would probably

convince whoever found the
body that Hetty was dead.

Which would suggest
that she's in trouble.

Like I said, she was in trouble
the minute she went back.

I'd like permission
to go look for her.

I'd like to have the
knees I had when I was 30,

but it ain't happening.

Now, maybe if we had
any actionable intel,

but until that time,
she's on her own.

Okay, well, I have plenty
of annual leave I can use.

Give your head a
shake, Agent Callen.

We just had a foreign
terrorist attack

right in your own backyard,

and you want to go
halfway around the world

searching for your
surrogate mommy?

Not a snowball's chance in hell.

♪ ♪

Enjoy your scotch.

(door closes)

I intend to.

(door lock clicks)

(door opens) (Raymond humming)

Where the hell have you been?

Well, I, uh,

I took your advice and
made some new friends.

You should have called me.

I texted you.

No, you didn't.

You-you sure?

Huh, I thought I did.

Well, think again.

What's the big deal,
son? I'm not a child.

Well, you're acting like one.

I mean, you hook up with a woman

on your first damn day.

Well, for your information,

her name is Victoria,
and she's married.

Her husband, Cliff,

also a veteran, is bedridden

and can't get out.

I went home to visit him

and provide some
much-needed company.

Sorry. I didn't realize.

You didn't even give me
the benefit of the doubt.

I'm going to bed.
I apologize, Dad.

I...

That's very kind of you.

I'm sure they both
appreciate it.

Well, they did.

She more than him.

Oh, I'm just glad

that he was as
deaf as a doornail,

if you know what I mean.

She wore me out.

You better be kidding me.

Dad, come on.

Good night, son.

Dad.

Dad. (laughing)

(scoffs)

♪ ♪

(chuckles)

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