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Moving on, let's review
the stats for 2018.

The metrics from December
are now available.

Looking back over the year,
we've loaded 48 ships

with 3,200 tons of ammunition.

That's up nine percent
from 2017.

Along with a 15% reduction
in workplace injuries.

Not too shabby.

Keep doing what you're doing.

Next, we have
an update

on the pier replacement proposal

and its, uh...

What's that?

What is what, ma'am?

Nothing.

Sorry.

Back to the proposal.

The...

- the pier...
- Is she okay?

...propo... propo...
What's happening?

Ma'am, can you
hear me? Ma'am.

Get some pressure
on the bleeding.

I'm calling 911.

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How's this possible?
How is every hotel room

in Kauai booked?

- Oh, I just found a suite in Maui.
- Oh.

For $4,000 a night.

Wow, that's fantastic,
as long as it's

buy one night,
get 12 nights free.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

- Hey.
- Change tactics.

You check out Tahiti,
I'm gonna check out Fiji.

Okay.

So, uh, is this a case,

or are we tracking down rum smugglers?

No, we're trying to plan
our honeymoon.

Ah.

It's getting
kind of late, right?

It's two
months away.

Yeah, but isn't March

the month when everyone
goes on spring break?

Families, college kids.

Super helpful. That's what
that is. Just super...

helpful.
- You know what,

why don't we
ditch our beach idea altogether.

Let's go to Italy.

We'll do, like,
a gastronomy trip.

There's culture,
there's history.

What? No.

That's what people do
when they retire.

Baby, I want to do
something active.

You want to surf.

- Maybe.
- You know, they say marriage

is about compromise.

Sam, help us out--

where's your dream vacation?

Hit me.

I want to take the kids
to Egypt.

That's what I'm talking about.
They get to learn about

the pyramids, about the Sphinx,

about the cradle
of civilization.

Actually, we're gonna

keep it active.
We're gonna

go scuba diving in the Red Sea.

Ha! See, that's what
I'm talking about.

You know why
he's doing that?

He's not 107.

Callen, what's your
dream vacation?

- I don't know.
- I think you're asking the wrong guy.

He has 44 days of
unused vacation time.

What?!

What do you want me to tell you?

- I happen to like my job.
- Mm.

Callen, everybody needs
some time off.

I took a couple three-day
weekends last year.

Three...
Buddy, that makes me sad,

in my heart, for you.
You want to know

where the happiest people
on the planet are?

- Where?
- Denmark.

And you want
to know why?

Why?

Because they have
the shortest workdays

and they have five weeks
paid vacation.

I would love to go to Denmark.

T-That's not why I...
I don't want to go

to Denmark. That's not
why I brought it up.

Wait, guys, have you
considered Iceland?

Okay, activity-wise,

you could hike a glacier.
Or paddle a fjord.

And, culturally,

there are these incredible
Viking museums.

All righty, then.

We have a case.

There we are.

Reykjavik average
temperature in March--

ooh, it's a balmy 28 degrees.

I hear the ice hotels
are very romantic.

This is Commander Valerie
Torres, head of logistics

at Naval Weapons Station
Seal Beach.

- Ouch.
- Yeah, she didn't quite

make it through her
staff meeting this morning.

That looks like more
than a bump on the head.

Uh, major concussion. Still
hospitalized and unconscious.

That sounds like
a medical case.

Except,
over the past week,

she's been concerned
someone's trying to kill her.

Someone in particular?

Uh, it's all pretty vague.

She's requested security
escorts to and from her car.

Could be related
to a personnel issue.

Or it could be related to all

the weapons
for the Pacific fleet.

She's in charge of 500,000

square feet of
ammunition storage.

Including Tomahawks for our
guided missile destroyers.

Yeah, you disrupt command,
you disrupt operations.

And you could use the diversion
to steal from the weapons cache.

Which is why
we got the Bat-Signal.

Well, the good news is it's
no longer rush hour on the 405.

Well, the good news is also

that, at low tide,
the weapons station jetty's

got this killer left break.
I could go surf.

Sam and I will
take Seal Beach.

- Oh!
- Why don't you and Kensi

go down to see Torres
in the hospital?

Which is in

Los Alamitos.

Just a mere six miles
from the beach.

Yeah, someone's got to be there

when she wakes up.
- Which could be tomorrow.

Then you wait.

Like you do
for the perfect wave.

That's not funny.
That's bullying.

That's not bullying.

Bullying-adjacent.

It's not bullying-anything.

Room 112, there,
on the left.

Commander Torres?
Good morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I took a red-eye from
the East Coast last night.

No problem.

I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye,
NCIS.

Uh, Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD.

Emilio Torres, her husband.

Has she spoken
to you at all yet?

Not yet. But the CT scan

showed no fractures
or internal bleeding.

That's encouraging.

Now we just have to wait,
hope she wakes up.

Do the doctors know
why she fainted?

They said it wasn't
a heart attack or a stroke.

Uh, we're investigating
some of her concerns.

Did she mention or talk about
anybody wanting to harm her?

Not until I went to Boston.

- When was that?
- Last week.

Here's one of her texts.

"Nausea, headache, fatigue,

"trouble concentrating,
insomnia.

"Don't want to sound paranoid
here, but it feels

like someone is poisoning me."

Did she see a doctor
for any of these symptoms?

We decided to wait just a bit

in case it was a virus
that would pass.

Did they check her out
for poisoning?

Did a urine test.

Negative for drugs
of abuse.

Well, we have Navy toxicologists
that can weigh in on that.

Just to search for anything
more exotic,

like heavy metals
or perhaps a nerve agent.

Nerve agent?

Like when the
Russians tried

to kill the spy
and his daughter in England?

I think, at this point, we
need to consider everything.

In terms of
the food,

I bought the cream
cheese this morning.

Checked the expiration date.
Nobody else

who ate bagels got sick.

Except, I nearly fainted
when I saw

all that blood,
it's...

happened to me before.
Jerome,

have you ever been
on active duty?

No, sir,
I'm in the civil service.

Aha.

That's good to know.

How long have you worked
for Commander Torres?

Two and a half years.

- You answer her calls?
- I do.

And you attend all
of her meetings?

Every one, every day.

You ever heard anyone get mad,

or say anything
threatening to her?

Never.

She's a very polite woman,
even to the guys

that vacuum the floor
or pick up the trash.

We need a list

of everyone who
reports to her.

- Consider it done.
- Huh.

We saw security camera footage

that was shot
from the back of the room.

Do these cameras
record as well?

They do.

We teleconference
with three cameras

so we can cover
whoever's speaking.

Can we see this morning's
meeting from that angle?

Who's that sitting
next to your boss?

Uh, Walter Purdue,

ordnance officer,
and Cynthia Zhang,

command safety officer.

We'd like to speak with them.

Oh, right now?

- Yeah.
- Absolutely,

I'll be right back.

This time, don't
look at Torres.

Focus on the other two.

He looks unsteady

and she looks like
she's about to vomit.

So whatever hit the commander

probably hit
the two of them as well.

I do remember that.

Uh, definitely light-headed, uh,
could have been low blood sugar.

I went for a run
and skipped breakfast.

There was food
in the room.

I try to avoid carbs.

- Mm.
- After the meeting, I had

a protein bar,
I felt much better.

And you had an
upset stomach?

I was a little nauseated.

Before the meeting?

After. I had wine
with dinner last night.

That can give me gastritis.

Any odors in the room?

I don't think so.

Any powders or
liquids on the table?

Just coffee.

How about strange sounds?

Not that I was aware of.

Uh, I had a little
ringing in my ear,

but not after
she fainted.

Anything out of the ordinary?

Mm-mmm.

Well, thank you
for your time.

We're gonna be here, so if you
think of anything else,

let us know.

What's the word
from the hospital?

She's stable for now.

We'll keep you posted.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Well, more people
would be affected

if it was in the air
or in the food.

You had to be sitting right next
to her to get symptoms.

What if something
came in through the window?

Hmm. You mean, like,
a directed energy attack?

Like what hit our embassy
in Cuba and in China.

Well, the symptoms fit.

At first they thought
it was a sonic attack.

Now they're thinking
it was microwaves.

That's a big building.

Microwaves pass through windows,
not walls.

From any floor you have
a direct shot into this room.

Lots of hotel rooms in Acapulco.

Great, go hang
with our cartel friends,

you can drag me
through the desert again.

You know what we should do?
We should just rent an Airstream

and then just hit up
all the national parks.

That sounds fun.

- Hmm?
- Just not honeymoon-worthy.

I think we need to take this
decision out of our hands.

Oh, yeah? How do you
plan on doing that?

I think we write down the name
of all seven continents,

we put it into a hat
and then we pull one out

and whatever that says
we commit to it.

What if we get
something like Antarctica?

I mean, it's like Iceland but
without the cool Viking museums.

We can go hug penguins.

- Fun.
- Kens, Deeks.

- Yes?
- So, the husband's

trip to Boston
was for a conference

at MIT.
He's a professor

of astrophysics at Caltech.

Wow, he fancy.

Excuse me,
she's waking up.

- Great news.
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Val, these are the folks
from NCIS.

Hi, I'm Kensi Blye.

Marty Deeks.
How you feeling?

Fine.

- Except a headache the size of Texas.
- Yeah,

I'm sure. Are you aware
that you fainted?

Yeah.

And I heard about

the 12 stitches in my attic.

Can we please go home?

Unfortunately, they want to, uh,
observe you for a bit.

I'm fine.
I-I don't need to be here.

Let me find your doctor.

Uh, we just have
a few more questions for you.

So, before you fainted,

how were you feeling?
Like crap.

There was this...

high-pitched noise...

but nobody else
seemed to hear it.

And then...

the room was spinning and...

I don't know, I woke up here.

This past week,
at home, y-you said you had

other symptoms.

What is that?

What's what?

Commander Torres?
Commander Torres?

Kens.

Is she having a seizure?
Commander Torres?

- Hey, doc, I need some help in here.
- Commander Torres.

Can you hear me?

Commander Torres.

Ready for an update, Eric.

Um, the incident at the hospital
could be a progression

of her head injury, so she's
going in for a repeat head CT.

What about the building?

Well, no suspicious tenants
or businesses,

but if there were attacks
on the conference room and

now at the hospital, that means
that the bad guys are mobile.

We're not completely sure
this was a real attack.

An inner ear infection
could cause ringing,

- nausea, vertigo.
- Yeah,

but so can microwaves.

Pulsed radiofrequencies,

if strong enough, can
cause oxidative stress

to nerve cells,
actual physiologic changes.

In Havana,
they all heard something.

Right, and they still heard

the sounds after
they covered their ears.

It's called the Frey effect,
or MAE--

microwave auditory effect.

I'm thinking we send monitors
to the hospital.

If there's another attack,
we can catch it.

That's a good plan.

- Any luck with the security cameras?
- Yeah, I just

sent you a shot
of the parking structure roof

outside your window,

right after Torres fainted.

Can you fit a microwave
weapon into a car?

If there's enough space.

Well, we got a bunch
of SUVs, minivans...

And it could be any one of them.

Back from CT?

Yeah, everything's good.

Except that's not my wife.

Uh, we've moved her away
from the window.

That is a special agent who
will be in her bed, active

and walking around.

We're just trying
to bait another attack.

Where can I find Valerie?

Uh, she's in room 209.

But before you go, I have
a question which may sound odd

and unlikely,
but some researchers think

that these symptoms
could be psychological.

That's ridiculous.

Has she talked about maybe
having more stress at work?

No. She always handles it.

What about home life? Kids?

O-Our daughter's a junior
at Harvard,

I just got to see her
in a play last night.

If anything, there's less stress
now with an empty nest.

- Of course, okay, thanks.
- All right.

You know where to find me.

Yeah, thank you.

All right,
I'm just gonna say it:

with his background in physics,

maybe he's the person
behind all this.

You think he wants
to hurt his own wife?

I mean, think about it.
The attacks at home

didn't start until he
left town, right? And then

today he leaves the room
and she gets hit again. Boom.

I mean, come on,
he's a tenured college professor

with a perfect family.

Brightest lights have
the darkest shadows.

Well, also, on the flip side,
he travels a lot.

She could be
seeing someone else.

Maybe it's her ex,
seeking revenge.

Wow, you have
definitely been watching

too many telenovelas.

Helps me keep my Spanish.

Well, if there is
something fishy going on,

I know just the meerkats
to dig up the dirt.

While Commander Torres is off
duty who's overseeing logistics?

The C.O. gave that
to C.W.O. Purdue.

The ordnance officer?

And I've been assigned
to assist him.

Okay. We requested an increase
in security at the bunkers.

Uh, okay. I'll make sure
that happens.

You see any more unusual
activity, you let us know.

Of course.

Thanks.

Gentlemen,

can we talk?
- Go ahead, Eric.

So, we've got security footage
from outside the hospital

at the time of the presumed attack.
- I am sending that

to Callen, and Sam's
got the still from

the Seal Beach parking
structure this morning.

Hmm. Compare

and contrast.

Same minivans in each photo.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

It's a silver
Dodge Grand Caravan.

License plate?

Oh, we're still
working on it.

That's got to be them.

Ready to take out
more innocent people.

Can you scoot back
a little bit, 'cause I can't

see past the bangs
and your fancy new haircut.

How's it looking
in there?

Well, she's selling it.

Making it look
like she's getting discharged.

What about the
microwave monitor?

In position, facing the window.

Ready for the next
attack if there is one.

Homina, homina,
homina, homina, homina,

homina-- you ready?
You want to do this now?

We could be here all day.

Besides, every passing minute,

rival couples
are dashing our dreams

by booking their honeymoon
packages. Let's get in there.

Okay, but if I pick
something I don't like,

can I pick another one?
- Nope.

How about you pick one,
I pick one, and then

we just decide
which one we like best?

That defeats the purpose.

No. Okay. Fine, fine.
I believe in you.

- Um...
- Big winner, no whammies.

Don't pick Antarctica.

And the winner will be?

What do you got?

Gonna make the announcement
after the break?

South America.

- Oh.
- I can do South America.

I could do Rio de Janeiro.

Galapagos.
Giant turtles.

We could swim
with those iguanas.

We could learn to tango
in Buenos Aires.

See? Huh?

We're making progress,
we're living the dream.

Hey, Kens, Deeks,

we've got your
infidelity report here.

Uh, well, not your
infidelity report.

You know, it's not like
we think you're being

- unfaithful or not getting along.
- Okay, Eric.

I think they know what I meant.

Well, it's important to
chose your words carefully.

Don't you think?

Hmm. I would say.

- Moving on to Torres' husband.
- Yes.

He had no suspicious activity
at the Boston hotel.

One key for the room,
no extravagant charges,

no room service alcohol.

He did, however, have
breakfast at Denny's

with a much younger woman.

His daughter.

Oh, I'm sorry,

did you want to tell
them that, Eric?

What about back at home?

Yeah, so we checked
neighborhood security cams

to see if there was
any deviation

from her normal schedule.
She never

got home late at night
or at the crack of dawn.

There's no visitors
coming and going,

but there was this one thing.

Yeah, a Dodge Caravan
parked outside her house

every night.

Okay, Eric.

You started it.

No, what I did
was unintentional.

Guys, was the same minivan

outside the conference room
and the hospital?

Apparently so.

So she was getting hit
by microwaves

every night. Explains why
her symptoms were worse.

Oh, and before you ask,

I have not found a view
of the license plate.

Whoa. But I did.

I found it on a
traffic cam four blocks

from the hospital.
- Wow, good for you, Eric.

There's no "I" in "team."

But there is in "Eric."

Just like there's a "U"
in "obnoxious."

Meerkats.

Lock it down.

License plate

is registered to Reza Lajani.
He's a psychologist

living in Santa Monica.

Well, we're stuck
in Los Alamitos.

Well, Callen and Sam
are on their way.

- All right.
- Hey, guys,

whatever's happening today,
can you please work it out?

Please?

Do some trust falls?

Yup.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

You know with 44 days
of vacation time,

you could take almost
two months off?

Now, did you just do
that math in your head?

'Cause I would've had to use
a calculator for that.

Oh, that's
extremely funny,

except you're about to
lose all but 30 days.

Well, then I'd better
take a few days off.

To do what?

- Well, play some golf.
- You don't golf.

Binge-watch?

You don't own a TV.

Huh.

Go to Russia?

That sounds like work, not play.

- Hello.
- Hello, ma'am.

Agent Callen, NCIS.

Agent Sam Hanna.

We're looking
for Reza Lejani.

My husband.

He's with a client
in his office.

Uh, something wrong?

His car was

at the scene of a crime.

- His Lexus?
- No, no, no, no.

Dodge minivan.

That's not his car, it's mine.

It's just registered
in his name.

Do you know where that car is?

In the garage.

Where was it
this morning?

In the garage.

What about last night?

On the street.

When we bought our house, this
was a very safe neighborhood.

Now, you leave your car out,
they break the windows,

cut the tires, they...
even take the headlights.

Something happened last night?

I was lucky. All they did
was steal our license plates.

- Did you file a police report?
- I called. They said I'd have

to come in to the station,
and I sent them

our home security video.
- Can we take

a look at that?
- Sure.

Yeah?

There's a guy

in the shadows-- he's
wearing a baseball cap.

Facial recognition
can't do anything with that.

- Yeah, but we may be able to get a print.
- Maybe.

Do you mind if we take
a look in the garage?

No problem.

Thank you.

Got something.

Looks like
a thumbprint.

That's a decent print.

This guy's got any
criminal past, we got him.

Lunch is usually
more than just french fries.

Only thing I could trust
in that whole cafeteria.

Ugh.

They're ice cold.

Too bad we don't have
a mirowave, huh?

- Really?
- Too soon?

Hey, guys,

the monitor in Torres's room
is screaming off the charts.

It's another microwave attack.
Look for the silver minivan.

I don't see anything on
the street or the parking lot.

- There it is.
- Yup.

- Lot of bystanders.
- Duly noted.

Gun!

Well, whoever owns this car
is gonna be a little upset.

- We need to be surgical.
- Agreed. You first.

Oh... Mm, okay.

Ah... You think
we got him?

Either that or
they're reloading.

Let's find out, shall we?

Federal agents!
Driver, roll down your window!

Oh!

There's at least
two men still inside.

Rear passenger,
palms out the window.

Driver, roll down
your window,

throw out your keys.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Down! Get down! Get down!

- They never listen.
- Eric and Nell,

they're headed north
on Prospect.

Damage, side window.
Armed and dangerous.

Hey, Kens, we ID'd
your dead guy.

Actually, Nell ID'd
your dead guy.

She did all the heavy lifting.

Wow. Thank you, Eric.

You guys are sounding better.

You want to talk about
what was going on?

Oh, it was nothing.

Sounded like something.

Okay, it was
lunchtime...

- And Eric gets hangry.
- No, I don't.

Okay.

Last night Eric stayed up
late making tuna salad.

Not just any tuna salad,
all right?

Well...

This is an award-winning
blend of parsley,

dill, Bermuda onions, capers,

cranberries, almonds,

and Dijon mayonnaise.

Sounds delicious.
Thanks, Angel.

Well, it
could've been.

I said I would grab
the sandwiches.

I was running late.

I forgot the
sandwiches.

You know what?
It took some time,

but we worked it out.

Way to go, you two.

I got to be honest,
if Kensi did that to me,

I'd be back on Tinder.

Stop.

What do we know
about our guy?

Okay, so,
Daniel Barnet,

he's an unemployed
electrical engineer.

He's now lost two jobs
due to hostile behavior.

So he has the skills
to build an energy weapon

and the anger to use it.

Was he a match to
Callen's fingerprint?

Uh, negative on that.

So why's he attacking the Navy?

Well, on social media,
he's got a ton

of anti-immigration posts,
and with all that hate,

he and his buddies
may be looking to--

I don't know--
acquire weapons.

Do we know who
he's working for?

Well, he made three calls
to a burn phone today

and sent a few
cryptic text messages

to another anti-immigration guy
named Hayden York.

We got a Pasadena address
coming your way.

Mr. York, it's the Department of
Water and Power.

We got some complaints.
We'd like to check your faucets

for impurities.
- Who you looking for?

Oh, my.
Uh, Hayden York.

Out of luck. Dude moved out
three days ago.

- And you are?
- Tangerine. Landlord.

Got a light?

No, I don't.
Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD.

I'm Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.

Whoa, was he, like,
a serial killer or something?

Not quite. Did he leave
a forwarding address?

Maybe at the post office.

Did he ever have any visitors?

No, guy was a loner,

never looked you in the eye.

Had what they call a, uh,
"lack of social skills,"

you know what I mean?

- I do.
- No.

Weird thing was, he packed
his apartment into a 26-footer

from Move and Groove.

You could've fit
a mansion in that thing.

- Really?
- Whole mansion, huh?

Yeah.

Tell us what you got.

Well, first off,
Hayden York used

a fake driver's license
with a fake address

to rent the
moving truck.

That's big enough to cart off
a ton of weapons.

They have a plan.

Notify Seal Beach. They need to
deny entry to any rental trucks.

That might not work.
The dead guy in the minivan--

he texted York and also called
a burn phone today.

And we traced that burn phone

to a mini-mall in Long Beach.
Buyer used cash.

And look who we have exiting
the mall at 7:25 this morning,

right after
the time of the sale.

Walter Purdue,
Ordnance Officer.

Hmm.

What's in the bag, Walter?

Something bigger
than a breakfast burrito.

Perhaps a box with
a prepaid phone?

We wanted Purdue to lock down
all of the bunkers for us.

Well, I'm not so sure
he's following orders.

Castor.

- All set.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello again.

I'm curious to know
what's so important.

There's been a new development
in the case.

Okay.

Yeah, we think we know
who attacked Commander Torres.

Did you make an arrest?

This one's at large.

This one-- he's dead.

Either of them look familiar?

- They don't work at Seal Beach.
- Hmm.

Their accomplice does.

The dead one, Daniel Barnet,

made three phone calls

to that burn phone you
bought this morning.

And?

They said they
wouldn't hurt Valerie.

It would just get her
off duty for a day.

Why would they
want her off work?

So I'd take over logistics.

And you cooperated?

I had to.

My son is 27.

No health insurance.

Got addicted to methamphetamine
last year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We tried county rehab.

It was terrible. He relapsed.

I wanted him
to get his life back,

so I paid for the best
90-day residential program.

It worked.

- Sounds like you did the right thing.
- Yeah.

But it cost me
about a hundred grand.

Money I didn't have.

And with my mortgage, I...

I couldn't qualify for a loan.

So how'd you pay for it?

I borrowed it
from a friend of a friend.

Not a bank.

A loan shark?

I paid off half,

and then he sold the loan
to a guy

who demanded payback
in a week.

I couldn't do it.

He said either pay,

or he'd hurt my family.

Or...

...I could tell him.

You could tell him what?

Something that only
the chief of logistics knows.

Which is?

The routes and schedules

for cruise missile
deliveries this week.

You gave that up?

It's not a security breach,
because they're stupid.

You can't steal
a cruise missile.

They-they weigh 3,000 pounds.

They're tracked and escorted.
Any deviation

triggers an immediate response.

I can have my guys add
extra security to the convoys.

Well, that'd be a great idea,

but I don't think
you're going back to Seal Beach.

You mean today or... longer?

That's a question
for the lawyers.

Hey, guys,
can we talk in private?

We need you to wait in
the other room. Castor.

Come with me.

So, a cruise missile truck
heading for Seal Beach

unexpectedly exited
the 15 freeway

while traveling through
the Angeles National Forest.

Highway patrol is responding.
Kensi and Deeks are en route.

Both driver and passenger
reported nausea and vertigo

right before the detour.

They got hit with microwaves.

What about the security escort?

Same symptoms.
And Seal Beach lost contact

with both vehicles.

What do we know?

Well, two drivers
in each vehicle.

All four unconscious,
bound and gagged.

Apparently assaulted after
they jumped out to vomit.

- What about the payload?
- Gone.

They worked fast.
They must have backed

the rental truck right to it.

So, how many guys does it take
to move a cruise missile?

Two, if it's on wheeled tracks.

They also left
a little something else behind.

Same device

that hit Torres took
out the caravan.

Well, I guess they're done
shooting their microwaves.

Yeah, why use a slingshot
when you have

a weapon of mass destruction?

- Could they even fire a cruise missile?
- They don't need to.

Could set it off
with a detonator,

take down a high-rise

with 200 feet
of lethal injuries.

We know they have
anti-immigration views.

That doesn't exactly
narrow down their target.

Well, if they don't like Latinos,
they go where they gather,

so, Olvera Street,
soccer games,

downtown churches.

It could also be
an Islamic center,

Coalition for
Immigrant Rights,

I mean, any consulate from
the Middle East, Africa.

We need Kaleidoscope
to find that truck.

before they pull off
another Oklahoma City.

Eric, anything
from Kaleidoscope?

Nada.

These country roads have,
like, zero traffic cams.

Did you look deeper
into that fingerprint?

Yeah. So, the guy who
stole the license plate

had no criminal record,
so we took your advice,

and we checked into all the
administrative databases.

Got a hit.

He's a commercial truck driver

named Richard Matts.
- Address?

Apartment in Pacoima.

Oh. And he also owns a
cabin near Lytle Creek.

In the Angeles National Forest.

How far is that from us?

Uh... three miles.

That's where they're
prepping the missile.

What do you see?

They backed the truck
into the driveway.

Nobody visible.

They're probably
working in the back.

Callen, we got
eyes on the truck.

There's only one road out
from the cabin.

Be ready in case they run.

Copy that.

G.

Raccoon's in bad shape.

What do you think-- rabies?

What the hell?

Block your ear.

It's still there.

Microwaves.

You good?

It's not too bad.

Kensi, Deeks,

engage, but stay covered.

They've got another
microwave weapon.

Go.

It's coming
from behind the wall.

Getting worse?

Oh, a little bit of pain.

Okay, that's vertigo.

Same.

Give it a minute.
Maybe it'll pass.

Aah!

Aah!

You hearing that?

Yeah, it's like the morning
after an Iron Maiden concert.

- It's microwaves.
- Well,

maybe that means
they're out of bullets.

- Or not.
- Yeah.

Evidently not.

How's your vertigo?

It's easing up a bit.

Kensi, Deeks,

give 'em everything.

With pleasure.

Yippee ki-Kay.

Oh.

Let's do this!

Oh, my gosh.

Aah!

Are you... are you spinning?

Son of a bitch.
Where's that coming from?

Think it's the microwaves.

Pretty sure this is how
my mom spent the '60s.

Just keep your head down, okay?

Are you gonna be pissed
if I throw up?

Just don't get shot.

Oh, no me gusta.

Two guys, two shots.

Microwave disabled.

Shooter down!

There could be more
inside the cabin.

Kensi, Deeks,
truck's headed your way.

Got it.

Serious firepower.

Sam.

That could come in handy.

Like now.

Sorry, gentlemen. We just didn't
feel like paying for valet.

Guys, you need
to clear away

in a hurry.
- How far?

At least a hundred yards.

Let's go.

Why is he backing up?

Probably trying to make a run at
the Audi, knock it off the road.

I don't mean to be
a back-seat shooter,

but you might want
to avoid the cargo space.

Thanks.

Moving target.

- You got it?
- I got it.

Well, the Audi may be a little
dinged up from the shrapnel,

but, otherwise,
I'd say it's pretty good.

Pretty good indeed.

One, two, three.

Wow.
That could have caused

some real damage.

Do we need to render it safe?

No.

They didn't have time
to rig the detonator.

Okay, thanks.

Commander Torres
is headed home.

Purdue is gonna be downgraded
to a non-classified position.

The U.S. attorney will offer
him a year of weekends in jail.

Well, that sounds reasonable.

Anybody else's
ears still ringing?

- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah, definitely.

Short-term effects should be
gone within 24 hours.

We're lucky,

unlike the diplomats
who got hit every day.

Oh, we're still gonna have
to have our hearing tested.

- What?
- Hearing tested.

We'll have to have
our hearing tested.

Well, in the meantime,
I think I can offer

some symptomatic relief.

- Shall we?
- Shotgun!

Thanks, Mama B.

This is like Star Wars,

you guys getting shot at
with particle beams.

Uh, they were microwaves.

Like my microwave oven?

Any chance

that could fry my brain?

Only if you get inside.

All right, round two
if you're ready for it.

Yes, please.

- Thank you.
- You making

any progress
with the honeymoon planning?

- Hmm?
- Well, funny you should ask,

because we got it all dialed in.

That was quick.

Yeah, real quick.

We've decided on Peru.

Nice.

They've got diseases in Peru.

Mama,

they got diseases everywhere.

I watch this cable show--
Bizarre Infections.

Oh, God.
This woman came back

from Peru with Zika, malaria,
and river blindness.

- Mm.
- Yeah. No, we'll be careful.

Just don't get pregnant
down there,

okay?
- Okay.

I know honeymooners.
You two are gonna be

doing it like bonobos.
- Oh, my...

Mom! - I'm serious.

Just think about two forms
of contraception--

belt and suspenders,
rubbers and a raincoat.

- Okay!
- Oh, God.

You know what? That delivery in
the back ain't unpacking itself.

You need help with that,
or you good?

- No, I don't need help with anything.
- Okay.

- Do you need any help?
- No, I'm good.

Why don't you work on
that cash register.

You know how to work it?

I'll... You know what,
if something goes wrong,

I'll call you.
It's not digital. Okay.

Oh, my God,
I can't believe this woman.

This is the best idea ever.

- So, Peru, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

What is that, uh,
Machu Picchu?

Hmm. Uh, yeah, maybe,
if we have time.

Yeah, we're actually
making a volunteer trip.

We're gonna stay
at a village.

- Huh.
- So we're building houses

and digging irrigation ditches,

and, you know, teaching English.

Mm.
Oh, that sounds romantic.

Good for you.

How did you
finally decide?

Oh, well, we picked it out
of a hat.

Hmm.

Compared
with the rest of the world,

we have everything,
so we thought this would be

an amazing opportunity
to make a difference.

Yeah. We might have
to hold off on it, though,

because, um,
this place needs a pick-up.

- Oh.
- Yeah, it is

a little quiet tonight,
but I think

the solution
could be karaoke.

Want to sing
some Neil Diamond? No.

No. no, kar... no karaoke.

How about lucha libre?

Mexican masked wrestling?

See, now, that is a genius idea.
I like it.

Put a ring right there,

luchadores flying
through the air--

this place would be packed
in no time.

- Are you serious?
- No!

- Oh!
- It's a terrible idea.

Stop!
It the worst idea

I've ever heard in my...

I don't want any gimmicks.

I don't want trivia night,
I don't want

game night.
I just want

this place to...

I just want it
to feel like home, you know?

Mm. That it does.

That's because it is your home.

- You live upstairs.
- Yeah.

And that is a good point.

Well, it feels
like home to me.

Yeah, but you live
on a boat.

I think that automatically
disqualifies you.

You know what,
how about a toast?

To the bar with no name.

♪ You can't stop... ♪

- No Name Bar. Cheers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.

There's no place like home.

CALLEN, SAM and DEEKS:
Mm-hmm.

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