All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S10E09 720p HDTV X264-AVS

I hope you packed
your patience.

I have to go to therapy
to talk about how long

it takes me to drive to therapy.

Well, we're just happy to have
a chance to take in the sights.

Well, they say
the Getty's a must-see,

opened up by one of those
famous Gettys.

I think some oil tycoon.

Overhyped, if you ask me.

The only Getty I ever
cared for was Estelle,

may she rest in peace.

- Okay, wine?
- No, thank you.

- That's fine, I always drink for two.

Oh, Dean, I told you
one man's rare book

collection is
another man's Ambien.

We should eat.

This all looks lovely.

We appreciate everything
you're doing for us.

I am glad you came.
I'm serious.

You stay as long as you need.

I promise, one more day.
Two, tops.

Really, it's no trouble.

Well, speaking of trouble,

I'm gonna go get
some more wine.

Nobody move!

- Luanne, are you okay?
- Sit down, shut up!

Please, nobody needs
to get hurt.

Yeah, I'll be
the judge of that.

Give me your jewelry.
All of it.

Come on, the watch.

Come on, give me the watch
or you're dead.

Come on, let's go.
Hurry up.

You, all your jewelry, now.

Lady, I said everything,
or I shoot them both.

Come on.
Come on.

Damn it, what did I say?!

We have to move.
Now!

Tell me what you're drinking,

and I'll tell you who hurt you.

I got a degree in mixology,
but I do a bit of psychology,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah, it's like how
I'm a detective,

but I also dabble in
open-heart surgery on the side.

- Yeah.

What is your availability?

- Wide open.
- Okay.

Except Tuesdays.
I cannot work Tuesdays.

My mind is, like,
blah Tuesdays.

"Blah" Tuesdays.
Got it.

Spelled out with a B-L-A-H...

And Fridays.
No Fridays.

I'm an entrepreneur.
Aspiring.

So, Fridays are for that.

Ha, well, that must
have been my problem here.

I've been doing all
my aspiring on Saturdays.

Yeah, that's a problem.

Do you have any
questions for us?

How long until I'm vested?

Oh, I've always thought of us
as more of a suspenders place,

but I guess we're
open to it.

Well, except flair; we draw
a hard line at flair.

- Know what I mean?
No flair.

I'm talking retirement.

401Ks, IRAs.

I'm gonna need to see
your whole portfolio.

Our... port... folio.

We're gonna need to see
some, uh, references.

Why? Who's asking?

W-W-We are.

Us. The ones that you

want the job from?

How about a r�sum�?

You got a r�sum�?

What, do you think
I was born yesterday?

What-what is happening?

I don't know, but
you know what, we're, um...

We got to cut this short.

Thank you so much
for coming in.

Wait, did I get the job?

- Did you get the--
- W-W-We'll call you.

How'd you get my number?

Crazy world we live in.

Yeah, that's why I'm
constantly saving your life.

You think I still have time
to sell my possessions

and move into a bunker?

And leave Beale
to stop the terrorists?

Oh, terrorists are easy.
It's my neighbors I'm worried about.

You don't have any neighbors.
But I'm gonna have neighbors,

and that's why I have
this neighborhood watch app,

so I know what I'm
getting myself into.

- Oh, so you're spying.
- I don't need to spy.

No one's hiding anything.

Reports of vandalism,
streaking.

Susan Reynolds thinks
that Helen Doland

is running an illegal
laundry operation

out of her basement,
and I got to tell you,

I'm kind of on Team Susie
for this one.

Apps are bad news,
they can turn into

mob mentality really quickly.

You're telling me.

Who knew an auction
on a La-Z-Boy recliner

could turn so ugly so fast?

We got a case.

Home invasion at the house
of a senior naval officer.

They sent the address
to our phones.

Do you see what happens when
you don't know your neighbors?

That's what I'm
talking about.

Huh? I speak the truth.

Got to get the app.

- Hmm, this isn't right.
- Tell me about it.

Our game table was supposed
to arrive this morning,

but it's stuck at
a processing center

in La Crosse, Kansas.

- And I have questions.
- Oh, so did I,

so I did some research.

Turns out La Crosse is
the barbed wire capital

of the world.
Oh.

Might explain the holdup.

Wait,

did you order the
"Ticket to Ride" game table?

Yeah, it's gonna look good
in our new living room,

when we get one.

- Eric, we talked about this.
- Nell, you love games.

Yeah, and I love tables,
but ne'er the twain shall meet.

Did I mention it's decoupage?

Did I mention
that's d�class�?

Touch�.

Oh.

Deputy Director Ochoa.

Nice to see you're
still in town.

Keep this up, I'll have
to rent a room here.

Well, if you're in need
of some furniture,

give me a shout, because I might
have a table you would like.

Or love, depending on your
appreciation of crafts.

Deputy Director Ochoa,

Wow. Fancy meeting you here.

I hear we have a case.

That we do.
Captain Dean Hadlow.

He was critically wounded
last night after being shot

during a home invasion.

The burglars made off
with cash, jewelry,

but most importantly,

Captain Hadlow's laptop.

I'm guessing that cash and
jewelry were just bonus prizes.

What was Hadlow's
current assignment?

Uh, he heads the Navy's new

unmanned
underwater vehicle squadron.

It's a highly classified group.

They're currently
developing advanced

payload delivery systems.

And now his stolen
laptop can be used

as a key to access
and compromise

all of their research.

UUVs are being
developed to deliver anything

from surveillance
systems to weapons.

You know that information
would be highly valuable

on the black market.

We get IDs on those gunmen?

Uh, no, not yet,
but this is interesting.

During the time
of the invasion,

Captain Hadlow and his wife
Luanne were having dinner

with General Omar Abidi,
of Pakistan

and his wife, Sahar.

Here on official business?

Uh, none that we can find.

But General Abidi got
his undergrad at UCLA.

He was roommates with Hadlow.

Talk to Hadlow and his wife.

See if they noticed anything
that could help us

track down who did this.

Uh, Callen and Sam are on their
way to the crime scene now.

In that case, we'll
take the hospital.

To the hospital.

This is why I don't go
to class reunions anymore.

- Keep me posted.
Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Thanks.
Thank you.

LAPD has General Abidi's
wife inside,

but the general took off before
they were able to question him.

Took off where?

They don't know.
She's not speaking.

At least not yet.

I asked Nell to try and
track down his rental car.

Innocent people don't
usually run from the cops.

No, they don't.

Any signs of
forced entry?

No. And I think
I know why.

The gunmen didn't break in.
They used the key.

The Abidis were staying
with the Hadlows.

They could have had
access to the lock box.

Plenty of time
to case the place.

Okay, so they hire the thieves
and give them a key.

But if you're organizing it,
why do you run?

Maybe the plan went south.

Captain Hadlow gets shot,
Abidi panics, takes off.

Great, so we're either working
with a burglary gone bad

or an inside job
of international proportions.

Better alert the neighbors.

Boop.

Yeah. Mrs. Hadlow?

Oh, please, Mrs. Hadlow is
a relentless old lady

who will no doubt find a way
to blame this on me.

Call me Luanne.

Uh, Luanne,
we are NCIS,

and we would like
to ask you some questions.

Well, it's about time.

I can't look at one more
of these magazines.

- Spoiler alert, no one wore it best.
- They never do.

How's your husband doing?

He's still in surgery.
Meredith Grey over there

told me it's looking good,
but I'll believe it

when I hear it from someone
who doesn't look like

they're going to the prom.

We heard you gave them
a run for their money.

I just wish they didn't end up
running away with ours.

Well, we're doing the best
we can to find them.

Did you notice anything

about the men that did this;
hair color, eye color?

Anything like that?

They wore masks.
It happened so fast.

Your husband, he close
with General Abidi?

Hardly.
As far as I know,

Dean hadn't even talked
to Omer in years.

Do you know why he and his wife
were at your house?

Two days ago we got a call.
They were at the airport.

Their hotel reservations
had been cancelled.

So you offered to let them
stay with you?

Well, Dean was hesitant,
but I love to entertain.

Did the general and his wife
have access to your lock box?

Everyone has access
to that thing.

Handyman, housekeepers.

We're lucky when my daughter
remembers to put the key back.

Just to clarify, that's
Captain Hadlow's stepdaughter?

Emily. Mine, from
a previous marriage.

I had invited her to dinner
last night, and she declined.

Well, we're gonna need
to speak to her at some point.

Good luck if you can find her.

I've been trying
to call her,

but she isn't answering,
and she's not at home.

Oh, God, you don't think
she's in danger, do you?

Not sure of anything
right now, but I promise you

we'll do everything
we can to find her.

Okay. Thank you.
DEEKS: Of course.

Thank you for your help.
Thank you.

So, uh, her stepdad
almost dies,

and she doesn't bother
to call 'em back?

She really must
have hated him.

Or she's actually in danger.

You want to find out
which one it is?

You know I'm a sucker for a good
"Choose Your Own Adventure."

Uh-uh.

Mrs. Abidi,
we're from NCIS.

Have you found my necklace?

Please, it's very valuable.

We were hoping
to find your husband first.

Why don't you start
by telling us where he is?

Gentlemen,
sorry to interrupt.

I'm Ibrahim Alvi,
consular attach�

from the Pakistani consulate,

and this is my assistant
Rebecca Sadat.

Agent Hanna,

this is Agent Callen.
We're NCIS.

It's a pleasure
to be working together.

Wasn't aware
this was a joint investigation.

As an ally of the United States,

the crimes against
one of our citizens

falls within our purview.

And for now,
I have to ask

that you refrain
from speaking with Mrs. Abidi

or any other Pakistani citizen
associated with this case.

She's a witness to the shooting
of a U.S. Navy captain.

And her husband is a criminal
in our country with a warrant

for his arrest.

Looks like we both have
our own cases to solve.

A warrant? For what?

Unfortunately,
I'm not at liberty

to share that information
with you at this time.

I don't know about any warrant.

What are you talking about?

The sooner we can find him,

the sooner we'll be able
to clear this up.

- I promise.
If you catch up

with General Abidi, we have
a few questions for him.

My friends, if I find him,
he'll be returned to Pakistan

immediately.

Now, if you'll excuse us,
I believe

Mrs. Abidi could use
with some rest.

It's been a long night.

Let's go.

What just happened?

I think we were just given
a time out.

Eh, I don't like that guy.

No. I've seen better allies
on Survivor.

Yeah, and if Abidi
had something to do

with the theft of
Hadlow's computer,

his home country's gonna silence
him before we can prove it.

Unless this whole thing
was just a ruse

to whisk him and our technology
out of the country,

no questions asked.

Then let's find him
before they do.

Let's do it.

You think Monster.com

deals in barkeeps?

Oh, stop it.

We've barely interviewed anyone.

So hard to find
good help these days.

Just a whole generation
of freeloaders.

Maybe we lower
our expectations a little bit.

You say "we," but
in Blye-speak, you mean "you,"

because you think that I need
to lower my expectations.

I'm just saying that
I don't think anybody's

going to tick off
all of your boxes.

Mm, I think I have
a reasonable amount of boxes.

Oh, you think you have
a reasonable amount of boxes?

Yeah.

Because I would imagine
that the 18 dog walkers

that we interviewed last
month would disagree.

Okay, well, that's not fair,
because none of them

would agree
to take me on a trial walk.

That's because they walk dogs,
not people.

Okay, all right, Mon Amie.

Why don't we just keep
our voices down

in that glass house of yours?

- What?
- What?

I have no idea
what you are talking about.

Oh, yeah? So the personal
trainer that ran,

nay, sprinted away in tears...
Okay.

There are only so many times
that you can hear the phrase,

"tiny up, tiny down"

in that decibel.

Yeah, she did have Monty
heading for the hills, too.

Ugh, well, shame he didn't have
someone to walk him there.

Ooh, touch�. At least now
we're on the same page.

We're not on the same page.

Yeah. Yeah, we are.

(dance music playing)

I think maybe we
just need to find

a whole new pool of applicants.

- I think we just did.
- Yeah.

Well, Nell tracked Hadlow's
stepdaughter's phone

to this house, but it does not
appear like anyone is in danger.

Well, maybe she had something
to do with the robbery.

I mean, that's a pretty
rich circle

of friends to keep up with.

If we go in hot, she's just
gonna run and lawyer up.

Okay, well,

I think it's time you dust off
your short shorts.

Dust them off?
Whatever do you mean?

I wear them underneath
just in case. Ha-sha!

That's so weird.

Quick release!
No...

No Velcro pants.
Straight to the paint.

No!

#beautiful, #popular, #blessed.

So, wait a minute, is she
blessed to be beautiful

or blessed to be popular?

I personally like to think
the two go hand in hand.

- Ah, you do?
- Mm-hmm.

So you found Captain Hadlow's
stepdaughter, huh?

Allow me to virtually introduce you

to one Emily Conway.

Everything you need
to know about her

has been conveniently
broadcast online.

Ah, according to her various
feeds, she fancies herself

a celebutante/philanthropist

with a penchant for bottle
service and filtered selfies.

And despite being
in massive amounts of debt,

she somehow manages
to maintain a life

of red carpets
and fancy French champagne.

Ooh, uh, speaking of which,
did you manage to take a look

at that, uh,
trash can I sent you?

You mean, the one that speaks
15 different languages?

Yeah...

Uh, oui. Mais...

- non merci.
- Oh.

- Let me guess, you ordered that, too?
- Well, yeah.

I thought it would go really
nice in our new kitchen,

which we don't have yet,
but we will.

Eric.

It's supposed
to arrive tomorrow,

unless that's also stuck
in La Crosse.

Ooh, it's downtown.

Huzzah! Barbed wire be damned.

No, no. I just got a hit
on General Abidi's rental car.

It was ticketed ten minutes
ago outside Grand Park.

- I'll let Callen and Sam know.
- Yep.

He's smart to pick
a public place.

Sometimes it's easier
to hide in plain sight.

I got eyes on Abidi.

We may have company.

He's got a gun. Federal agents!

I got Abidi.

Hey!

Get down! Get down!

Down!

Uh, please.

Don't kill me.

Thanks, Nell.

Gunman had no
ID on him.

Looks like he was using
a burner phone.

It's time to find out
what Abidi was doing downtown.

Who are you?

Robert Fenton, State Department.

What's the opposite
of a pleasant surprise?

I need to speak to General
Omer Abidi immediately.

Well, get in line.

He's a suspect
wanted in connection

with a crime
against the U.S. Navy.

This is our jurisdiction.

He didn't steal
Captain Hadlow's computer,

if that's
what you mean.

Then why did he flee
the scene of the crime?

Because I asked him to.

He was downtown
to meet me.

Now, that's the opposite
of a pleasant surprise.

Well, we can call off
the search,

'cause evidently,
nobody in this city works.

Well, you wouldn't either
if you got to do this every day.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

These people may think
this is paradise,

but I'm pretty sure
this is Dawn of the Dead.

Except for all these zombies
are wearing deep Vs.

Well, you know, not everyone's
idea of fun is sitting

on a couch all night,

binge-watching reruns
of This Old House.

Oh, how dare you?
We both know

that Bob Vila's voice
is a sound bath from heaven.

Ha! Dude, snap me.

I'm sorry, I don't speak frat.

Well, let's go, brah.
I want to get the sun

while it's on my good side.

While it's on your-- you gonna
flex your tricep and...?

Definitely do that.

That's actually
a really good picture.

Yeah, we got it.

Okay.

What's this?

Oh! Oh, good, we got a card.

Nice to see we don't have
a shortage of entrepreneurs.

- What?
- What?

Oh! Yeah.
Slide that photo into my DMs.

Yeah, that's definitely...
not gonna happen.

You'd probably have
to buy me a drink first.

- Oh, look at you.
- Hi.

Can you snap a shot at me?

Yeah. Got to be honest,

in a sea full of meatheads,

I'm starting to feel like
the biggest piece of meat here.

Well, you definitely are
the biggest piece of meat--

behind me, Deeks.

Emily Conway is behind me.

Oh. Well.

Ooh, looks like we got
some trouble in paradise, huh?

Yeah. She does not look pleased.

Well, you know what they say.

Keep your
friends close,

keep your frenemies closer.

I don't think anybody says that.

- No, they do.
- Nope.

- No, they really do.
- You just made that up.

I've heard it.

Captain Hadlow gave my number

to General Abidi,
he called me,

he said he had
information for me.

Well, it must be valuable
if you agreed to meet with him.

He claims to have the location
of five prominent Taliban camps

located throughout Northern
Pakistan, as well as

the names of everyone
who works there.

U.S. has been after
that information for years.

Pakistan was never willing
to come to the table with it.

And in spite of us withholding
millions of dollars

in military aid,
they still aren't.

They have no intention
of sharing with us.

And they don't want
General Abidi to, either.

Well, they
must've gotten wind

that he was gonna
leak the information,

so they issued the warrant for
his arrest to keep him quiet.

Abidi may be trying
to trade Intel for asylum.

He wants to defect.

But he wanted to
do it quietly.

He wasn't behind the robbery.
He was in the wrong place

at the wrong time and
his cover was blown.

That alerted the consulate
that he was here.

Now Pakistan wants
to arrest him,

and someone else wants him dead.

The general and his wife
are to be on a plane

back to Pakistan in three hours.

We're gonna need
more time than that.

And I need George
Clooney's head of hair.

Some things are
beyond our control.

First off, I want you to know

this little plan of yours
has nothing to do with us.

I never asked for your help.

Well, technically, you did.

If they get me on a plane back
home, I'm going to jail.

It makes sense. Your country
thinks you're a traitor.

They'd be right about that.

Why turn against them?

They turned on me.

For 20 years,
I served my country.

For 20 years, I did what
was right by my people.

Are either of you fathers?

I am.

As am I.

At least, I used to be.

That all changed

five years ago

when my daughter was slain
on the streets of Islamabad

by the Taliban.

She left our house
to meet friends

for dinner.

Barely made it to the end of
the block when a bomb exploded,

destroying her life story

and my heart in a flash.

Another victim
in a war my country

is too weak to fight.

We're sorry for your loss.

Don't be sorry for my loss.

Be sorry for the countless
other mothers and fathers

who will see
the streets lined

with their
children's blood.

I have an allegiance
to my country,

but I have an obligation
to my daughter.

And I tried to convince

my country that they do, too,
but they disagreed.

That information is their
only bargaining chip.

If they give it to us, all
their cards are on the table.

They are also afraid
of the Taliban.

And rightly so.

But if my country will not
fight the battle,

then I need to bring the battle

to someone who will.

Then why haven't you
turned over the information?

I lived a very fortunate
lifestyle back in my country.

But we were forced
to leave all of it behind

with nothing but the clothes
on our back and a smart watch

that my wife had given me
for my birthday. Said it would

count my steps.

It also read texts

and stored documents.

You uploaded the location
and names of the Taliban camps

to that watch.

Let me guess,

the watch got stolen along
with Captain Hadlow's laptop.

It doesn't matter
what they do to me,

but you need to protect my wife.

This isn't our case.

Yeah, but finding
Hadlow's laptop is.

If we find it,

we may be able find that watch

and then she wouldn't
need any protection.

Any luck IDing the, uh,
gunman from Grand Park?

Facial rec hasn't
turned up any hits.

Hm, let me guess,

he bought the burn phone
in cash.

If only they'd leave a trail.

Mm. Lucky for us,
Emily's entire life is a trail.

Yeah, who needs a warrant
when everything we're after

is up for public consumption?

Seriously, I've never
even met this girl and I know

where she shops, where she eats,

and who she splits
her groceries with.

Hey, it's not just
the Emily Conways of the world.

My Aunt Gertie
is literally incapable

of having a private thought.
(chuckles)

She's very opinionated
about urban gardening.

Hm.

Maybe there's a silver lining
here after all.

Exactly. Who knew
you could grow turnips

off the side of a fire escape?
Oh, not that,

though highly interesting.

I just ID'd the tattooed man
who was arguing with Emily.

He was tagged in one
of her photos.

Say hello
to a Lucas Walker.

Hello, Lucas Walker.

I'm guessing you don't
have a criminal record.

Not yet,
but the two men

standing next to him
in this photo he posted

two days ago do,
and they are

no stranger to breaking
and entering.

If General Abidi isn't
behind this robbery,

we may have just found out who
stole Captain Hadlow's laptop.

Well, looks like our celebutante
might be hiding something.

We got to do
this quietly,

otherwise it'll
end up on the Internet

faster than these
people spray on tan.

Mm-hmm.

O.M.G.

Sorry, excuse me,
but your hair looks amazing.

I woke up like this.

Are you serious?
She wakes up like this?

That's crazy. Anyway,
I really want to take

a picture with you, but this light
is way too harsh. We could just...

Okay, we are in the middle
of something.

- Oh, sorry.
- Brah.

If your ladybird isn't
insta-famous now, she will be

after we take this photo.
- Let's go. Let's do it.

I suggest you back off
very quickly.

Okay, you know what,
how about this?

I suggest you do what
we say very quietly.

We are NCIS and we have
to ask you a few questions.

So just take it easy
and come with us, okay?

Get over here.

Oh! Wow.

Yup.

Oh, yeah.

(laughs) That's gonna
get a lot of likes.

Let me get this straight.

General Abidi is willing
to give us the location

of five Taliban camps
spread throughout Pakistan?

So he says, but we still
don't have any proof.

And may I remind you we still
don't have the whereabouts

of Captain Hadlow's computer.
What I do have is SECNAV

breathing down my neck
to find it.

Well, Kensi and Deeks
are questioning

Hadlow's stepdaughter now.

She may be able
to lead us to it.

And if we find it,

we also find the Intel
on those Taliban camps.

We're running out of time.

State Department just picked up
General Abidi from the boatshed.

They're on their way
to pick up his wife next.

Hold on. He's willing
to give us information

that could save
our men and women

on the ground, okay?
Not to mention the citizens

of Pakistan and Afghanistan.

I remind you that we are allies.

Knowingly taking
that information

from Abidi
could change that.

The State Department's
not gonna take that chance.

They're overruling us.

Then go above them.

Well, in order to do that,
I need hard evidence,

and right now you two have very
little time left to find it.

How about you start by telling
us what the hell is going on?

What's going on
is my hair is a frizzy mess

because of the humidity
down here.

Oh. You may be okay
with that, but I'm not.

All right,
sweetheart, listen.

You and your One Direction
boyfriend here

need to start talking.

- He's not my boyfriend.
- Oh, well.

Your mother and your stepfather
are in the hospital.

They're in the hospital?
What are you talking about?

Oh, don't play dumb.

You knew they were
having that dinner party

and you knew it was
with their rich friends.

- I-I didn't go to that dinner.
- Oh, no,

but you sent your boyfriend
in your place.

Are you not listening?

She said that NSYNC here
is not her boyfriend.

My bad.

Lucas, what are they
talking about?

What did you do?

You already blew it with her,
don't blow it with us.

I just wanted
to take care of you.

But you have
expensive taste.

You told me you wanted me
to start showing initiative.

I meant get a job.

No one would hire me.

Yeah, well, not everyone
checks all the boxes.

So you found out
about the dinner,

you got your buddies together,
and you took the Hadlows

and their friends
for all they were worth.

And you almost killed
one of them in the process.

I never meant
for that to happen.

We were only supposed
to take the things

we knew we could sell.

Then you and your

pesky friends would've
gotten away with it,

but one of those things
compromised highly-classified

government intelligence.
And another one of those things

caused a diplomatic nightmare.

But I bet you
didn't mean

for that to happen either,
huh, Backstreet Boy?

Name, address of who
you sold the stuff to.

Billy Friedman.

He has a place
in Mid-City.

Nice work, Harry Styles.
Proud of you.

Ready?

One, two...

Hello, welcome back to all
of our believers out there.

Uh, just joining us...

One, two, three...
Federal Agents!

Billy Friedman. Hands up.
Move away from the desk.

Now. Nice and easy.

I knew you'd come.

Oh, yeah?
What tipped you off?

You live like an outlaw,
you go down like an outlaw.

Lot of outlaws live
in their pajamas, huh?

Yeah, I'm thinking
Billy the Kid

wasn't fluent in Excel.

What exactly are you doing here?

You heard of eBay? Same thing.

I'm guessing you're
harder to find.

Well, let's hope this
stuff that you bought from

Lucas Walker
isn't harder to find

because we need it.

No! G...

No, Billy.

Wow, that looked like it hurt.

Would you consider that a good
decision or a bad decision?

A bad decision.

All right,
flipping over.

I found Captain Hadlow's laptop.

You got General Abidi's
smart watch?

Bingo.

You may have just bought him and
his wife a little bit of time.

One of our boys can take this
to Hadlow's house.

If they hurry,
they can cut them off.

Hey, Saunders, can you give this
to Callen and Sam, please?

Yep.
Thank you.

How you doing? How's that head?

- Not good. (grunts)
- That's right.

That's the sound
of a bad decision.

Just to clarify.

Thanks, Saunders.

Just who we
wanted to see.

- It's too late.
What do you mean?

There's an hour until
their plane leaves.

My assistant is taking them
back to the consulate

as we speak. From there,
they'll head on

to LAX and be on a plane
to Pakistan to answer

for their actions.
I see you have

the General's watch.
I'll take that off your hands.

Agent Hanna.

The information on this watch

will help save
your people and ours.

It can, but it'll have to be
released the right way,

on our terms. We will
not be intimidated

or bullied
by your country.

So you are harboring terrorists.

We're fighting
the war on terror

alongside you,

and have been
for years.

We play by your rules.

Sometimes you need
to play by ours.

Fenton, you can't seriously
be letting this happen.

We don't steal secrets
from our allies.

Not officially.

My hands are tied.

This isn't right.

His hands are tied.
Ours aren't, yet.

You said you were
gonna help them.

No, I said I'd try; this is
above all our pay grades.

General Abidi is trying
to do the right thing

and you know that.
- I know that he's doing it unethically.

Just because that
flies in here

doesn't mean it does out there.

Speaking of unethical,
we weren't able to get

an ID on the man who tried
to kill General Abidi

at Grand Park and the store
we traced the burn phone to,

dead end as well.

Is there a good part coming,
Ms. Jones?

Oh, yes, there is.

So, we traced all the numbers
from his cell phone.

Turns out he received
a call an hour before

he tried to kill General Abidi.

That call was from...
Rebecca Sadat.

Assistant to
the consular attach�.

The same Rebecca Sadat

that is driving General Abidi
and his wife to the consulate.

She's not driving them
to the consulate.

Pakistani consulate can't
get ahold of Rebecca Sadat.

What do we know about her?

Well, she's a British national,

she's got her
degree from Oxford,

Masters in International
Relations from Cambridge.

She transferred here from
the High Commission Office

in London five years ago.

When did she go off track?

Well, her father was
an anthropology professor.

He taught at several
universities

throughout the Middle
East and he would

take Rebecca with him
on assignment

when she was very young.

She would have been
impressionable back then.

Taliban might have been grooming
her since she was a child.

Could have been spying
on Pakistan for years.

She was brainwashed.

Which means she believes
what she's doing is right.

Hey. Rebecca Sadat
just got off the 405.

Okay, where is she headed?

I checked flight manifests
at all nearby airports;

there's a private plane
at Van Nuys

headed for Pakistan.
Oh, God.

It's probably waiting to deliver

General Abidi and his wife
to the Taliban.

Thank God for L.A. traffic.

She gets on that plane,
they're as good as dead.

Nell, contact FAA, TSA, DoT,

whoever it takes to delay
that plane from taking off.

- Yep, I'm on it.
- Kensi, talk to me.

We're following parallel
on Balboa.

All right, I want you on board
that plane when Sadat arrives

and plan on taking her down
as quietly as we can.

Copy that.

I got dibs on the hot towels.

Got eyes on Sadat's
van, we're on her tail.

Change of plans.

It was a good plan.

Yeah, until they
started shooting at us.

We'll go around,
cut her off from the front.

That's a stop sign.
Okay, I should have driven--

Whoo! Oh, my lord!

- Oh, my God, I should have drove.
- Stop talking!

Let's get married.
Let's get married right now!

They're not gonna stop;

we're not gonna stop.
- Okay, that's plan "A," what is plan "B"?

I don't like plan "A."

Son of a rat bird!
She's not stopping.

Hold on, babe.
Oh, God.

They're not stopping.
Kens!

On the ground, now!

Drop your weapon!

Rebecca Sadat, it's over!

Come out with your hands up!

Stand back!

This isn't gonna
end well for you.

You don't get to decide
my ending; I remind you,

I have diplomatic immunity.

We may not be able to touch you,
but you'll be punished

the moment you get sent
back to your country.

Now put the weapon down.

If I let her go,

she'll be hunted
for the rest of her life.

That's no way to live;
I'm doing her a favor.

Abidi, stand back!

You'll pay for what you're doing
to our country.

I have allegiance to no
country or government.

At least not one that
you'd recognize.

I don't have a shot.

The people you answer to

took my daughter's life.

Please, don't make me watch
as you take my wife's.

If you insist.

Hey, I need
to tell you something.

Oh, let me guess: you ordered
the strobe light Carpet Bot.

Um, no, but I love vacuuming
and you love voguing

and perhaps one day
the twain shall meet.

But until then, I cancelled all
pending furniture deliveries.

You did?

Well, technically, no.

But once the good people
of La Crosse find them all,

I will, I promise. No more.

No, no, I don't want you
to promise me that.

I just would like
to fill our lives

with things that we both love.

So how about we just focus

on finding an apartment first?

And then we can worry about

you know, how we fit
in it together.

And then we'll
fill up the space.

I kind of like
this space right here.

Oh.

Oh, my virgin eyes!

- Oh, get a room!
- Hmm.

We're working on it.

Uh, so, how are
you kids doing?

We're okay.

How's Captain Hadlow?

Oh. Just out of surgery

and expected to make
a full recovery.

Speaking of which,
did we get a full recovery

of everything that was stolen
from his house?

Uh, everything except
Mrs. Abidi's necklace.

By the way, how are they doing?

Well, Ibrahim Alvi
is working with

the State Department
to grant them asylum.

He is very embarrassed
to have had

a Taliban spy
working under him,

so he wants this swept under
the rug as soon as possible.

Understandable.
Well, on that note,

we are gonna find
a way to chillax.

I got three words for you:

This Old-- wait for it--
House.

Oh, my God.

Bob Vila's voice is like the
sound of slowly sliced butter.

That's what I said.

I didn't know you loved him.

I love that show.
What?

It's my ringtone.
Really?

Oh, my God, that beard...
Okay, guys.

Cool, we're gonna...
Get the DVR, we...

- That sounds like a lot of fun.
- Love you.

You know what I'm
talking about there.

See you, bye. Okay.
We could do a Bob Vila date.

Time to go.

We've got a flight
to Montana to catch.

Thank you.

You didn't have to help us,
but you did.

Well, you didn't leave us much
of a choice, but...

it was our pleasure.

I'm sorry we didn't find
your necklace.

It was my daughter's necklace.

Barely worth a dollar.

She wore it all the time.

And I thought it was all
I had left of her.

But I was wrong.

I have her memories

and her strength and now
I must have her optimism.

I am only sorry you were
unable to use my information.

Sorry for you, for me.

For all the future victims
we could have saved.

It turns out, we were too late.

It was posted on a dark net

auction site
before we could stop it.

The United States
won that auction.

Now we have to monitor

those camps very closely.

You two take care of yourself.

It's amazing how doing
the right thing can

get so very
complicated.

It's not easy.

Starting over.

New lives, new town.

I may have to
recommend a certain app

to help them settle in.

That reminds me; are
you in the market for

a single red sock?

Because I just saw someone
post that they're selling one.

Not two, just a
single red sock.

They're gonna have to post
a missing persons report

if you keep talking.

I don't want a red sock.

You're out on the sock?

I'm out, thank you.

Okay.

Then I'm not gonna tell
you about anything else.

If that's how
it's gonna be.

You gonna get
in the car?

Yeah.

Neighbor.

Oh, I'm so glad

we didn't grow up
in this day and age.

I mean, just the
pressure, you know?

It's a miracle these kids
even make it through DJ academy.

No. I'm talking about, like, the
need to be perfect all the time.

What are you talking about?
We are perfect.

We would have been fine.
What are you drinking?

Ah. Let's do...

two Sazeracs.

Two Sazeracs.
That sounds delicious.

Quick question: What exactly is
in a Sazerac?

Rye, absinthe and bitters.

Kensi, why all of a sudden
does it sound

like you lived
a hard life

of menthols
and disappointment?

Save it for my eulogy.

Oh, my God. Mama!

Your father made a mean Sazerac.

He also made a mean drunk.

But I'm not here
for family therapy.

So why are you here, exactly?

I heard there was a job opening.

I thought you were retired.

I got bored.

So pick up golf.

You know I look terrible
in plaid.

You do.
Honey,

I'm going stir-crazy at home.

Guy used to
entertain me and...

boy, did he entertain me.

Gross.
But there came

a time when I taught him
everything I could,

and I had to let that
baby bird fly free.

Please stop talking.

Okay, you know what?

You've been looking
for somebody who could talk

to just about anybody, right?
Yeah, but...

And I DVR The
Talk every day.

- That doesn't...
- So I'm completely caught up

on trending topics
and current events.

But also, also,

you don't even need references,
because, you know...

you're them.

Clever.
And I'm available

all the time.

And I mean

all the time.

That's painstakingly obvious
by the ten times

you try to FaceTime me a day.

I can't believe
I'm about to say this.

This is
a terrible plan.

Okay.

One week.
No promises.

Trial run.

- Aw, that's my boo-boy.
- Ooh.

- I'm not your boo-boy. Stop.
- Hey. How about if I start today?

All right? What are we drinking?
Okay. Yeah, that's...

Aah! Mom!

Margarita.
Just double...

double margarita, please.

Aw, honey.
All that sugar?

Not before the wedding.

How about a vodka water?

How about
a double vodka rocks?

Well, how about water?

This is already
a terrible plan.

What could possibly go wrong?