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Callen:
Karen?

It's the one I've
been waiting for.

Oh, does Karen
have a last name?

Can't remember.

You can't remember?

No. But god bless her, she has
just put me over the top.

I now have 1,000 Facebook
friends.

Ah, worked so hard for this.

Friending everyone I've ever
gone to school with,

worked with, dated or met.

Toughest part for me was

trolling through the hundreds
and hundreds of random members

for anyone willing
to accept my invite.

You know how many criminals
cruise the internet picking

through your chat logs looking
for intelligence information?

You're not on
Facebook, are you?

No.
Myspace?

No.
Linkedin?

No.
Twitter?

No.
Friendster?

Friendster... I'm
an undercover agent.

I love Friendster.

(scoffs)
It's not normal.

You're telling
me what's normal?

I've never even seen
you wear pants.

I meant Dom.
Oh.

Friendster's only popular in
Southeast Asia now.

Three of the coolest people I've
ever met are from Myanmar.

Nate:
And normal's relative.

More often than not, online
social networking communities

are a pathetic attempt
to fulfill the needs

of the intersocially challenged.

You know, people fearful of
face-to-face risk taking.

Just a... Theory.

What is this, mr. Callen?

Uh, that is a knit--
combed cotton.

With a bloodstain.

I would never bleed on your
wardrobe; had to be a bad guy.

Good, bad or ugly, I don't care.

The point is, you neglected to
tell me about it,

and now it's set long enough so
that it might be permanent.

Hetty, it's just a shirt.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no. This is not just a shirt.

This is a saville row 100%
polished egyptian cotton,

hand-stitched
with pearl buttons.

That thing you're wearing is
just a shirt.

Yeah, but it's a comfy shirt.

(chuckles)

Your new color scheme is black.

Callen:
I can live with black.

Ah, Kens!

Late night, huh?

Hetty:
Um...

Agent Blye has been
on assignment.

How did it go, Dearie?

Uh, it went very well.

We gathered very
important intel.

Hetty:
That's wonderful.

Uh, you can return your outfit
to the wardrobe.

Your clothes are waiting
in your locker.

(mouthing)

Callen:
Nice try, Hetty.

Director Vance is on the system
in five. Move!

Callen: Hey, Eric?
(clears throat)

Why don't you make Hetty one of
your Facebook friends?

She's friend number 251;
she writes me every day.

In greek.

The man you're looking at is a
former marine--

Walton Monroe Flynn.

He's currently working for
citdential security,

one of the largest private
security firms

Ccntracted by the us government
in Iraq.

Ten days ago, Flynn killed an
iraqi businessman

that he was supposed to be
protecting.

He went into hiding.

Citdential found out that he was
on his way to L.A.

Tried to take him at the airport
this morning.

They made a mess of it.

One of their men ended up dead.

Cowboys.

That's why the DOD wants us
involved.

You can't have private security
contractors

operating like a police force on
home ground.

It's a political hot potato,
so do not drop it.

We'll find him.

You can start
with citdential's CEO.

His name is Peter Caldwell.

Eric?

Director?

Congratulations
on the milestone.

Aw, thank you.
(chuckles)

Uh, Facebook.
He's friend number 500.

Just kind of honored.

Caldwell:
After I became CEO,

I personally recruited Flynn
from the marine corps.

He was not only an operator

but an Arabic speaker,
and the company needed them.

Three months ago, he started
exhibiting behavioral problems.

What sort of behavioral
problems?

He was trigger happy,
started drinking heavily.

You left him on the line?

An oversight.

Understatement.

So, what happened in
Baghdad, mr. Caldwell?

Flynn was part
of a security detail

protecting an Iraqi businessman.

Nasir Amini was

a key player in the country's
stability, especially with

the start of the US
troop withdrawal.

Flynn snapped, took Amini out.
(sighs)

Caldwell:
He got away before we could stop him.

Flew out of the Middle East
via Istanbul.

We got a report he was headed
for L.A.

and we tried to apprehend him
this morning.

Yeah, that didn't go so well.

Aimes was a good friend.
Flynn didn't need to kill him.

Caldwell:
Flynn was one of our best.

He's trained to kill quickly
and efficiently.

He's even more dangerous now
that he's mentally unstable.

We'd like to help you find him.

I think you guys
have done enough.

Let us take it from here.

Eric: This is the security cam
footage from LAX.

Looks stressed.

Travel can do that, particularly
if you're on the run for murder.

Sam: Background?
Nate: Broken home.

Dad busted in a drug conspiracy
when Flynn turned seven.

Mom was a drunk.
Sam: That's a great start.

Nate:
Well, it gets better.

String of foster homes,

a few trips to Juvi.
He signed up for the marines

the day he turned 18.

The military gave him the family

and structure that
he had never had.

The only other choice
would've been a gang.

Why'd he pick one
over the other?

It was a chance to
get away from it all.

Gangs give you structure, but
they keep you in the same place.

Military's all about
starting over.

Unless you start to
repeat your behavior.

Flynn's military record shows
commendations for bravery,

but there's also a handful
of side trips to the brig.

Run the video, Eric.

(beeping)

Eric:
Flynn bolted from the terminal

with two citdential agents
on his tail.

Outside the terminal,
they chased him across

three lanes of traffic, where a
third citdential picked him up

as he ran into a parking garage.

Flynn evaded the agents
in a stolen car.

Chase wound up on the roof.

When the agent started firing,

Flynn mowed him down
with the car

and took off on foot.

Brutal.

Any other insights, Nate?

Nada.

The question is,
where did he go?

The logical answer would be,

as far away from the airport as
possible.

Spock said, "logic is

the beginning of wisdom,
not the end."

Double back.
Double back.

Sam:
Fast-forward, Eric.

(beeping)

Sam: There's our guy.
He went back to the terminal.

He was waiting for someone
to pick him up.

Sam: Oh... Double espresso
is speaking to me.

Been hearing voices from
caffeinated beverages long?

Only since the brownies started
giving me the silent treatment.

Couple things
you guys should know about.

All ears.

Citdential sent over
Flynn's psych profile.

It's pretty juicy stuff.

Baited breath.
What else you got?

Hetty's in the kitchen.

Nate:
All indicators point
towards a psychotic break.

My guess is undiagnosed ptsd,
complicated by his upbringing.

What about
his upbringing?

Nate: Possible abuse
in foster homes.

Probably didn't know
who his parents were

or where he came from.

A childhood like that can cause
major psychological--

I get it.

Uh, okay.

Something I don't get is, uh,

He might have had
a breakdown in iraq,

but he certainly was lucid
about his trip to L.A.

He could've got off
that plane on the East Coast,

but instead,
he flew straight here.

He's in L.A.
for a reason.

Rag-top jeep.
Surf racks on the roof.

Bumper stickers on the rear.

Eric:
Rear license plate is blocked

by the spare tire.

No plate on the front.

Well, what kind of
bumper stickers?

Eric: "I had a handle on life
but it broke."

"Don't steal, the government
hates competition".

And my personal favorite:

"Be sincere, whether
you mean it or not".

Speaking of the driver...

No facial;
tats on the left arm; male.

Eric:
Or female.

Man.
Woman.

Eric:
Yeah.

More on the tats.

Mmm. Tabori style.

It's a traditional
form of tattooing.

They use needles
instead of a gun.

Only a couple of places
do that kind of work.

Orange suggests
impulsiveness.

The, uh, surf racks an
adventurous nature.

The jeep is youth.

Or the pursuit of youth.

Nate: Bumper stickers--
a sense of humor,

maybe contempt
for authority.

Sam:
The tats?

Well, I can go
one of two ways.

To an older generation,
they're a sign of rebellion;

and to someone younger,
because they're so ubiquitous,

it might mean conformity.

So, basically,
you don't have squat.

I'd say it's more of a broad
spectrum of possibilities.

Yeah... That's what
they call squat.

Eric:
There's something else.

A link to L.A.

A really, really
good link to L.A.

Flynn's former foster brother
owns a gun shop in the valley.

Chad Ellis.
Hmm.

Kensi: Thanksgiving
must be a hoot.

You looking for someone?

One of my
pit stops as a kid

was a couple blocks
from here.

Wonder if I'm passing
anyone I used to know.

Not that it matters now.

If it didn't matter, you
wouldn't have brought it up, G.

(needle buzzing,
rock music playing)

(door bells jangle)

Be there in a second.

What was your first like?

We're talking tats, right?

Yeah, we're talking tats.

San Diego-- I was 16;
nervous as hell.

Didn't really know
what to expect.

Afterwards, it just kind
of felt like a man, you know.

I don't know how else
to explain it.

We're talking tats, right?

Yeah.

(wry laugh)

What can I do for you?

Uh... This your work?

Did it about
two years ago.

Chick named Cherry.

Callen: Does Cherry
have a last name?

World's full of people
with no last name.

Sting, Prince...

Bruno.
(laughs)

Cops?

Would it make
a difference?

I don't have time
for this, okay?

She paid in cash.

That's all I know.

If you don't mind,
I have a customer waiting.

Can't be many
places left.

Sam: Nowhere you're
ever gonna see.

Dominic (distant): Why would
Chad Ellis's gun store

be closed on a weekday?

Kensi:
Better question is

why is the door unlocked
if the store's closed?

Kensi:
Careful, Dom.

(cat yowls)

(Dominic grunts)

Lucky escape for the cat.

For Chad, not so much.

I cross-checked
the name "Cherry"

with orange Jeeps,
through DMV,

and I got a hit
on a Cherise Dawson.

From there it was cake.

Opened her electronic belly up
like a pop-up book.

Work and home addresses.

Phone numbers and logs.

E-mail address entry and we are
just getting warmed up.

Guess where
she went to high school.

No?

Ridgewell High
in Springfield, Missouri.

Guess who else went there?

Feeling the love?
That's right.

Walton Monroe Flynn.

And-- you ready for this?

She's one of
your Facebook friends.

Not mine.

Walton Monroe Flynn's.

A few months ago,
he "friended her".

Now, for you older guys,
that's the lingo

for when someone asks you
into their friends list.

What's the lingo for when

someone smacks you
with a flip-flop?

Okay, so, um, uh,
for a couple weeks

he played the
"catch up" game--

You know,
nothing revealing--

and then it stopped.

Well, that's
not unusual.

After the first blush of
curiosity wanes,

the realization sets in that
most of these old acquaintances

have nothing in common any
more, and communication ends.

Ah, but here is the fly
in the psychological ointment.

A week ago,
Flynn contacted her again.

And, uh, said he
was coming to L.A.,

wanted to re-connect
in person.

Put Flynn and Cherise
up side by side.

Sam: What are you
thinking, G?

Callen:
She looks innocent.

No, he's using her.

Might be for money,
it might for a place to crash,

but he's using her.

Sam:
You could be right.

Kensi:
You know, you guys,

something's bothering me
about the gun shop murder.

Coroner said that Chad Ellis
was beaten to death.

There were two pistols missing
from the inventory.

I mean, if this is
what Flynn wanted,

why not just take them?

Why torture him?

Nate: He was
an interrogator in Iraq.

He could've
gotten a taste for it.

Maybe.

We should keep a quiet
read on our two leads,

see what shakes up.

Would you like her
house or her work?

Now, you're sure about
this census taker thing?

No, not just census
takers, Sam.

Census takers for a
community action organization

for social justice.

Look, Cherise is a tattooed
Venice hippie chick.

She'll practically
invite us to move in.

(knocking on door)

Not home.

Or she is
and she ended up like Chad.

Clear.

Clear.

Hmm...
Ginseng iced tea...

Soy milk...
Veggie burgers...

...Half a cheese steak
sandwich.

Left us a present.

(pop music blaring
from jeep sound system)

Cherise?

Yeah?

Oh, my god, is that you?

Uh...

Regina Sanders?
Ridgewell High?

Uh, oh, come on, I haven't
changed that much, have I?

All right, I do have
to confess--

I have had a little work
done, but I'm still me.

Just a little more
in some places,

and a little less in others,

depending on what body part
we're talking about.

I'm... I'm...
So... (sighs)

You don't remember
me, do you?

I'm sorry.

No, it's fine.
Don't even.

It was a huge high school and I
wasn't exactly "miss popularity".

Well, look, I really
have to go to work--

This is so cool that
we met like this!

I have so been thinking
about senior year recently.

Ever since I got an invite on
Facebook from Walton Flynn.

Remember him?

Uh, kinda.

I was his lab partner in
chem for, like, a semester.

Whoever thought that
he would remember me?

I do admit I did have
a little crush on him.

But then again,
I did have a crush

on pretty much anyone
who wore pants.

Except for Darlene Caporale,

But that was a different story,
if you know what I mean.

Right?

So, have you spoken to
Walton since graduation?

No. I don't mean to be rude,
but I am late for work, so...

Oh! Absolutely!
Amazing to see you!

Well... Okay, bye!

(phone rings)

What do you got?

Our girl practically
jumped out of her skin

when I mentioned Flynn.

Indications he might've
been here.

Eric's checking
some fingerprints

we pulled off
an empty bottle.

What's the plan?

Eric's monitoring the home
phone, cell, Facebook page.

We're just about finished
wiring the place,

and then we just
wait and watch.

All right.

Wait and watch.

(sighs)

Wait and watch.

Is that a frog?

It's a swan.

From where, Chernobyl?

Is that a wing?

Yeah, it's a wing.

Why are there three of them?

There aren't three of them.
That's the tail.

"The tail"?

Nothing.

I just didn't know
that swans had tails.

Well, they do.

A duck has a tail, right?

Maybe.

Oh, it could be
a duck then?

Keep it up.

You're going to have to duck.

I'm just saying.

(cell phone ringing)

What?

Is everything okay?

Great.

Cherise just pulled
into her street.

Got her.

Kensi:
We can take it from here,
unless...

Sam:
Thank you.

Company.

Eric, we've got
an suv behind us.

License plate:
Three, India, Delta,

Whiskey, Six, Seven, Four.

(on phone):
Got it.

Think that's our man, Flynn?

I don't know, but if it is,
he's not alone.

There's two of them.

All right, it's a fleet
vehicle registered

to our citdential security
friends.

Didn't Sam make it clear
to those guys

this is our investigation?

What do you want me to do?

I got it.

What is she doing?

Oh, we've been made.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

You boys need me
to call a tow truck?

We're good.
Okay.

Deejay: And it's another busy morning
on the 101 into downtown

Los Angeles.
Traffic is slow going...

No sign of Flynn.

Not even a phone call.

Cherise was home all night.

So why is
this guy here?

All right, we need to be more
proactive than just a stake out.

What are you thinking?

I think we get close
to her at work.

Who's good at video games?

Back in the days, I was
pretty money at donkey kong.

Yeah.

Nate's profile did suggest

that she's attracted to bad
boy types who need saving.

Did he?

These were on sale
at lucky brand.

They, uh, they
already have rips,

so a few more
won't matter.

And this is the latest drivel
from what they call

"the music scene."

I thought we were
going all black?

Well, sometimes damaged goods

can actually be more valuable

because of their unique
qualities.

Is that right?

Mm, it's a thought.

I will try
and take good care of them.

Don't try.

Just do.

For your ultrasoft
interview:

Resume and a little dirty
laundry on the manager.

It should work like a charm.

Man:
Well, I'm sorry, mr. Wells.

We, um, we really don't have
anything for you.

You haven't even
looked at my resume.

Okay. Well, I'm sure
you're more than qualified.

Let me guess--
You've been, uh,

gaming since you were
a little boy,

experience on all platforms

and genres.

You, uh, you have previous
employment in the field,

glowing recommendations...

Am I close?

Very.
Yeah.

Well, unfortunately,
that's also the, uh, the history

of the other 22 applicants
on the list ahead of you.

So, I'm sorry.

Well... I guess
we'll both be sorry.

I'll be out of a job

and you'll be in trouble.

Okay, well, uh, I do like
your confidence, mr. Wells.

And, uh, you know what?
I'll even bite.

What do you have
that no one else does?

What's under that resume
you haven't read.

(chuckles)

Uh...

Where did you get this?

Where's not important.

That I won't talk about
your creative tax return is.

Shall we?

Yeah.

All right, this is you.

Now, let's, uh...

Let's see if you're
as good a gamer

as you are an extortionist.

(video game chimes and beeps)

Welcome to Warrior Wing.

Possible motive
for the killing in Iraq.

Amini wasn't a fan of the
American military presence,

and especially
the private security firms.

He wasn't shy about letting
everyone know it, too.

Callen (over earwig):
Eric, you there?

You guys, Callen's
in trouble.

(Sotto Voce):
Got a situation here.

I'm pulling up
your computer now.

Bug problem--
really big bug problem.

All right, you're up
against a deavil-droid.

You have to transform
yourself into a dweed.

I already feel like
a dweeb sitting here.

Not a "dweeb".
A "dweed".

It's a combination between
a dwarf and a steed.

All right, grab your
treasure torch and...

Okay, not good. Not good.

You have used up
17 virtual life-forces.

One more and you die.

Okay, we need to go

to plan B, Eric, and fast.

All right, you got it.

You hear that, Sam?

On it.

(music playing)

Whew.

Mission accomplished.

Lights out.

Listen up, everybody.

It's a building-wide
power outage.

Engineering says
they're not going

to have it up
anytime soon.

Man:
I guess we got the day off.

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

(into earwig): Okay, she's just
left the building.

You've got
about 20 seconds.

Is that a real 20 seconds,

20 seconds give or take?

Uh, more like five now.

(engine starting)

Oh, yeah, great.
I'm trapped

under the next car over.

Do I have to do all
the heavy lifting around here?

(engine stalling)

Whoa!

(honks twice)

(grinding)

It sounds like the starter.

Let me take a look.

Thanks.
No problem.

Oh, yeah.
Your Solenoid's fried.

Is that bad?

Well, you could tow it
to a mechanic

or I could
switch it out tomorrow.

You can do that?

I can.

Well, you're a geek
and a gear head.

Yeah, I also cook.

(chuckles):
Nice.

I'll tell you what.

Let me give you
a ride home.

Oh, no.
Which way you headed?

You've done enough.
I can call a cab.
No way.

We geeks need to stick together.

I'll grab my bag.

All right.

Sweet!

Well, I'll bet
you didn't realize

you'd have to work so hard
on your first day.

How can I thank you?

That depends on how
threatening you think

a bathroom
and a beer would be.

Uh, considering my boyfriend's
gonna be home any second,

I don't think I have a lot

to worry about. Yeah.
Sounds good.

In position.

Back lane's covered.

I hope he realizes
how lucky he is.

Well, we hardly knew each other
in high school.

When we reconnected out here,
it just happened so fast.

I still can't
believe it.

Sam:
Heads up, people.

Our boy's here. Lock and load.

Soon as you say

the word, G, I'm coming
through the front door.

He's entering the house.
Stand by everyone.

Hey, babe.

Hey, baby.

Oh, Steve works with me.

He gave me a ride home
when my Jeep died.

You want me
to get you a beer?

It's my first day.

I didn't realize I'd be dealing

with "Talisman IV: Warlords
of the Vesuvian Moon"

and a Solenoid, so...

Yeah, never got
into the gaming thing.

Yeah, well, it's just...

You know, something that
kept me away from dealing

with all the crap at home
when I was a kid, so...

Yeah.

Good to meet you.

Thanks.

Army. Don't hate.

Can't hate anyone who served.

Iraq?
Two tours.

Oh, it's rough.

Yeah.

Not as rough as after.

Come on.
What is he waiting for?!

Why isn't he giving us
the signal to go in?

Sam: Stand by.
We've got some action out here.

G, company, front door.

Coming in hot and fast.

Dom, maintain your position!

Get down!

(Cherise shrieks)

Flynn!

Stand down!
Stand down!

Holster your weapon!

Holster your weapon.

We're okay.

What was that?

Collecting our man.

We were doing our job.
No, you were

Doing our job.
If you'd done your job

in the first place, we wouldn't
be here cleaning up your mess.

Hey, hey, hey, look.
Stop!

Look, all right, we jumped
the gun, all right? Our bad.

But he killed
one of our own.

You know how that feels.
And I also know about

the rules of engagement
and a code of conduct.

Now, get out of here
before I forget.

You okay?

You're not a game tester,
are you?

Did Flynn say
why he came to see you?

Well, I wanted to believe
it was because he liked me.

Maybe he does.

It was the sim card.

He gave you a sim card?

I downloaded it for him.

It was encrypted.

He tried to pretend like
it wasn't important to him,

but he wanted me
to decode it for him.

I couldn't. I mean,
the card was damaged.

I'm a tester
not a programmer.

What did he expect?

Oh, everything he
told me was a lie.

Maybe not everything.

(groans)

(cell phone ringing)

It's him.

Are you okay?

Flynn: Look, I'm sorry, okay?
I'll explain

everything later.
Put your friend on.

Yeah?

I didn't do
what they said I did.

Okay.

Well, why don't
we meet somewhere

and you can tell me
what really happened?

I've got unfinished business.

What kind of business?

Gotta cut the head
off the snake.

Then I'm a ghost.

Tell Cherise...
Tell her I'm sorry.

I think you ought
to tell her yourself.

You and I both know
it doesn't work that way.

(line disconnects)

Tell me what?

He told me I'm supposed
to stay away from you.

I guess he really
does like you.

(groans): This sim card
is pretty messed up.

But it has something to do

with what citdential
was doing in iraq.

Flynn may have
lost it in Baghdad,

but whatever he's doing
here is different.

This is planned.

Enlarge that citdential logo,
will you?

Bigger.

He's going to take down
Caldwell--

Citdential's CEO.

Cutting the head off the snake.

Eric.

Get me Caldwell's schedule.

And I need to know
what's on that sim card, now.

(keyboard clacking)

Right.

Tonight, he's giving a speech

on Middle East security
for a global

Conference at the Hollywood
Roosevelt Hotel

on Hollywood Boulevard.

Oh, couldn't be
more public.

When Caldwell gets out of his car
at the hotel entrance,

he's going to be
completely exposed.

The perfect place
to make a hit.

Wait.

I got it.

The sim card's a video.

One hell of a video.

Sam: Okay, Kensie,
we're outside the Roosevelt.

Callen: Here comes Caldwell.
Talk to me, Kensie.

Eric, do we have any
more camera angles?

Wait! I've got him.

Flynn on the move.

Flynn, drop your weapons!
Stand down!

Caldwell:
Keep your positions!

Flynn: You know what this is about,
Caldwell.

Eric, they need to see
the sim card video now.

I'm already on it.

There's an electronic
billboard above the club

across the street
at Madame Tussauds.

Can you do it?

Uh, maybe.

You don't have to do this.

If I'm going down, this
son of a bitch is going with me.

We decoded the sim card.

Kensie: Callen, it's on the screen
across the street--

Madame Tussauds.

Look!

Behind you!
Look at the screen!

Take him out!

Callen:
Guess that leaves just you.

Video is from a mini cam
that was mounted on Flynn's gun.

Kind of like a dashboard cam
in a cop car.

So Caldwell takes Amini out

and sets up Flynn
to take the fall.

Then, tortures his foster
brother Chad Ellis to death.

Shrinks have a term for someone
like that, Doc?

Yeah.

Really screwed up.

DOD will do your
intake locally,

then they'll ship
you off to D.C.

For protective custody
until the trial's over.

Yeah, right.

And one day, we'll both
live in the burbs,

barbeque with our neighbors

and coach little league.

I don't know.

Teaching your son
how to play baseball

sounds petty idyllic.

Yeah, it does.

But that's why
we do what we do,

so others can
live those lives.

When Caldwell goes on trial,
if he goes to trial...

He'll do whatever it takes to
keep you from testifying--

Protective
custody or not.

The man does have access.

Probably got half the joint
chiefs on his speed dial.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

(humming)

(chuckles)

Oh.

Oh, how clever.

A duck.

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