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Where we going with this?

Right over here.

Turn around, turn around, turn around.

Okay.

What is that?

It's a Christmas tree.

You're joking.

No, no.

Douglas fir, Scotch pine,

bruce spruce...

these are Christmas trees.

This is LA, Hetty.

Wait till you see the menorah.

I am so alone.

Oh, Mr. GQ.

What's up with the big boy clothes?

- Somebody's got a hot date, huh?
- No.

Mommy in town for the holidays?

No, thank goodness.

- Job interview?
- You're leaving us?

Uh, whoa, who's leaving us?

- Nate's got a job interview.
- Where?

Nowhere. I do not have a job interview.

I just thought that I
would dress it up today.

You backed into Hetty's Jag.

Again.

No. Don't even kid about that.

Well, personally, I
think you look fantastic.

God, I love men in suits.

- And uniforms.
- And costumes.

When did I date anybody
who wore a costume?

What about the pirate guy?

Didn't he make you
wear a milkmaid outfit?

That was for a Renaissance
fair, and I was a wench.

So much better.

Oh, dear Lord, Eric,

that shirt is wrong

- on so many levels.
- Thank you.

What's up, ladies?

ATM footage from the bank in Westwood.

Asher Ross was withdrawing
a hundred dollars

from his checking account
07 a.m. last Thursday

when he got a cell phone call.

It was his last.

He was killed by what
appears to be some sort

of explosive device
planted in his phone.

Now, Ross was no stranger to explosives.

He's a former staff sergeant

with a marine EOD unit...

Explosive Ordinance Disposal.

Six months ago, he was part of a convoy

hit by a roadside bomb in Fallujah.

Three marines were killed,

several others were severely injured.

Ross was given a medical discharge

because he lost the
hearing in one of his ears.

All right, Eric, phone records.

Find out where the
trigger call originated.

And, Dom,

forensics on Ross's phone
and personal belongings.

We'll check out the
ATM where he was killed.

We might be able to get
some additional footage

from across the street at the store.

Maybe even a traffic cam.

Anything?

Yes. Ross got a coffee and a muffin,

then stopped to buy the LA Times

- before hitting the ATM.
- What kind of muffin?

Seriously?

You can tell a lot about a person

by their choice of breakfast pastries.

Take Sam, for instance.

Spicy Cinnabon.

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

Ignore him.

Now if Santa was working
the day of the bombing,

he might have seen something.

Maybe our bad guy's on his naughty list.

Wait, wait, hold on.
Sam, I checked already.

There's nothing.

Yeah, Eric, what do you got?

The call that triggered the
bomb in Ross's cell phone

originated in the same cell site.

Which means that the caller was within

half a mile or so of the explosion.

Could have been closer than that.

He might have been watching.

The killer could have got a prepaid
phone to make the trigger call.

Yeah, I already traced
it. It's a dead end.

The killer used a prepaid cell phone,

placed the call, then threw it away.

There's no way to track it.

Eric, is the trigger
phone still in service?

Uh, it doesn't appear to be.

Probably turned it off
before he tossed it.

Eric, you can remotely
reactivate it, right?

Yep. Do it.

All right, so I'll try
to find the cell phone,

see if we can pull some prints,

track it back to where he purchased it.

- We'll go check out Ross's house.
- Yep.

You know, the most obvious suspect

is going to be someone in
Ross's bomb disposal unit.

But we cannot forget

that he also studied
chemical engineering.

So what, one of his fellow
students had a beef with him,

so he cooked up some
explosive and wired his phone?

But I do think that Eric
needs to do a background check

on everyone in his classes just in case.

You'll have to excuse the mess.

My wife was supposed to
help me pack up his things.

Asher was our only son.

She's just not ready yet.

We're very sorry for your loss, sir.

Mr. Ross, there may be

some evidence in your son's belongings

that could help our investigation.

The police already
went through everything.

Nothing here that will bring him back.

You have any idea who may
have wanted to hurt your son?

I'd like to say my son didn't
have any enemies, but...

I wasn't close enough to him to know.

You had a falling out?

No, just working a lot.

Trying to make sure my
family was taken care of.

One day you're missing Little League,

and the next thing you
know, they're moving out.

And all that time in between...

it's just lost.

Did Asher ever talk to you

about his time in the
marines, or school?

No. The last time we talked...

argued...

it was about money.

Uh, he'd lent a lot of his
savings to a marine buddy

and he wasn't paying him back.

Do you have a name?

King.

But don't ask me first, last, nickname.

I just know they were together in Iraq.

Ever since Asher was little
he wanted to be a marine.

I just wish, uh,

he would be eight again.

We could start over.

Okay, Sam, I just reactivated the phone

that called Asher Ross.

I'm sending its GPS
signal to your phone.

It should be accurate to
within a couple meters.

See anything?

Got an alley, lots of garbage,

a couple of Dumpsters.

He probably tossed it in one of them.

All right, call the cell phone.

Well, what if it's booby-trapped, too?

Just do it, Eric.

Okay.

All right, it's ringing.

Aw!

Sam, are you all right?

It's restaurant garbage.

It's full of maggots.

I hate maggots! Ugh!

Well, don't think of
them as the "M" word.

Think of them as the
larval form of flies.

You know, sterile
versions are actually used

in medical procedures as a
form of wound debridement.

- The larvae eat...
- Goodbye, Eric.

Hello?

Ugh.

Oh, this is worth it.

- Yeah?
- Eric, run a search on a guy named King.

He served with Asher Ross.

Yeah, I'm on it.

All right, I got a Hastings King,

also a member of Ross's EOD unit.

He was severely injured

in the same convoy attack in Fallujah.

You got an address?

Yeah, just off Colorado Avenue.

Not too far from Sam.

Call Sam, have him check
out King. We're headed back.

- I'm on it.
- Okay.

Hey, Mr. King?

We're closed.

Get lost.

Your customer service needs some work.

I'm NCIS.

Asher Ross is dead.

Now show me your hands and
come out before I pull you out.

Seriously, you need to get lost now.

I got a little problem here.

Hey...

Yes, you have.

I called LAPD. Bomb squad's on the way.

Great. Last thing I need is some
civilian blowing up my garage.

The bomb's probably wired
into the car's ignition.

See anything on the battery?

No.

But it looks like she's
tied into the starter.

There's something the size of a cell
phone wrapped in electrical tape.

Must be a secondary device.

Impressive.

You're lucky I stopped by, King.

This is a two-man job.

Green wire on three?

No, yellow one for me.

Tricky. Switched the
color just to be difficult.

On three?

Go for it.

One...

two...

three.

Bet you didn't wake up this morning

thinking you might get blown to hell.

Can't say I did.

How did you find it?

It was luck.

I, uh, knew I had a tranny leak,

so I rolled underneath to take a look...

and there she was.

Oh...

Still getting used to the leg.

Glad it didn't slow you down
in the business department.

Nah. Wall Street took care of that.

Is that why you didn't

pay Asher Ross back
the money he lent you?

That's why you're here?

You think I killed Asher Ross

so I didn't have to pay him back?

Just covering all the angles.

- Where were you last Thursday?
- Working.

Alone.

And Asher Ross saved
my ass more than once.

He's the only one

who took a chance and loaned
me the bucks to get started.

Yeah, I got a little behind

on my payments.

You think I'd kill him over that?

Any idea who would?

No.

I'm going to need to take
that back for analysis.

Don't drop it.

Okay.

This is what's left

of Asher Ross's laptop
from the explosion.

Getting anything off
it, it's gonna be tough.

Preliminary forensics show

Ross's cell phone
fragments had traces of HMX.

HMX is a military-grade explosive.

It's expensive and hard to get.

Which means our bomber needed
access, or he ripped it off.

I'll check for any reports of theft.

All right.

The killer had to have
access to Ross's cell phone

in order to wire it with an
explosive without Ross knowing.

What about the cell
phone that Sam found?

Nothing.

Prepaid. No prints.

Killer must've wiped it
clean before tossing it.

Keep working on that laptop, Eric.

Ross and Hastings King

were on the same bomb
disposal unit for nine months.

That sounds like a short time, but...

Considering the burnout
rate, they were old-timers.

Disabling bombs that
can blow you to hell

with the slightest mistake takes ittoll.

Work often results in PTSD.

King appears to be coping,

given all that he's suffered.

Some of the more severe symptoms

might take months to manifest.

Untreated, it can cause
massive personality change,

depression, aggression.

Aggressive enough to blow
one of your buddies' heads off

if you've got a beef?

It's not out of the question.

Full Windsor.

Really? Again with the tie?

I had you pegged more as
a half Windsor kind of guy.

Is that supposed to have
some sort of meaning?

You're the psychologist.

Wow. Um...

Shouldn't you be working on that

somewhere a little more secure?

- Like where?
- Uh, I don't know.

A room with armor plated
walls comes to mind.

Light's good in here.

I will buy you a lamp.

King said it was defused.

He seemed to know what
he was doing. Relax.

The million dollar question is,
do you know what you're doing?

Oh.

This is not good.

Sam?

He hid a secondary
micro detonator inside.

It has a mercury switch.

Don't anybody move.

Hey!

Oops. Sorry about that.

Full Windsor.

It's a Christmas miracle!

We got something off Ross's laptop.

He had lunch two days before
he died with Stanton Olin,

who's another member
of his EOD unit in Iraq.

That's access and ability.

If Olin's got motive...

...he's our guy.

It wasn't really a miracle.

It was just me doing what I do.

That shirt is awesome.

Nate.

What's up, dude?

Hmm.

Psych evaluations are
coming up in a few weeks,

and, uh, I'll be
interviewing the team members.

And for that, you need my signature.

Yeah.

And, um, who interviews you,

Mr. Getz?

It doesn't work that way.

Doesn't seem fair somehow, does it?

What did you do to your tie?

Oh, I, uh...

I spilled something on it.

- Ah.
- Yeah.

Should I get it, uh, dry-cleaned?

Well, that's an option.

Soda water?

I'd recommend either
donation or incineration,

not in that order.

You don't like this tie? It was a gift.

Obviously not from a loved one.

Oh, come on.

Let's go cheer you up.

You're wondering about the suit?

Oh, no.

A man doesn't need an
excuse to be fashionable.

And besides, you look so professional.

I tried the whole West
Coast casual thing,

and I think it was working against me.

You know, with the agents.

Ah.

I know undercover work is
difficult and dangerous,

and I know they've been
forced to take on roles

and do things that they're not proud of.

But they think

that burying memories is
better than talking about them.

Come. Let's try a
half Windsor this time.

It can make such a difference.

There you go.

You know, in my experience,

if you're patient,

sooner or later, the
people who need to talk

will seek you out,

often under the guise
of some other intention.

You just have to listen.

You think I could pull off a bow tie?

Not without a red rubber nose
and those big, floppy shoes.

Olin's got quite the view.

Yeah. He can sit on his porch

at night and watch the drive-bys.

Olin?

Federal agents. Stop!

Olin!

Come on.

Eric, we need an ambulance.

So, your buddy Ross gets killed,
we turn up, and you take off?

So, why did you run?

Someone's been following me.

Ross ever mention anything
about being followed?

Nah, he just said I was being paranoid.

Now who's being paranoid?

Who is doing this?

Who wants us dead?

Footage from an LAPD traffic cam.

Not likely triggered by a timer.

There's no way of knowing

exactly when he'd get
back into his car again.

Well, it's not rigged to the starter,

otherwise, it would've blown
up as soon as he turned the key.

Could have been remote
detonation, same as Ross.

Rewind.

Back window of the car.

Clean it up, Eric.

Huh. Probably some neighborhood kids...

"Wash me," things like that.

You know, when I was in high school,

I wrote "I wish my
girlfriend were this dirty,"

on my principal's car.

And I thought it was pretty funny...

until I got expelled.

It's from the Qur'an,

Al-Maeda, chapter five, verse ten.

"Those who reject our
faith and deny our signs

shall be companions of hellfire."

Seems like Ross and his buddies

might have brought back more
from Iraq than they realized.

NATE: I'm here to help you, Olin.

But you're going to have to trust me.

It's my fault Ross is dead.

Why do you think that?

Because I didn't try hard enough

to convince him that
something was going on.

He shut me down,

so I stopped trying.

Maybe it's because you didn't
want to believe it yourself.

Sometimes it's easier to pretend

something's not
happening than to face it.

Yeah, well, I just faced it.

Okay?

Just like I faced it
every day out there.

Every day.

My partner and I spent a
little time in Fallujah.

We were augmenting a
Marine Expeditionary Force.

More bad days than good ones.

The last thing I wanted
to do was talk about it,

but, um...

it helped.

The only way to quiet it

is to get it out.

I'm afraid

if I give it even a glimpse of light,

it'll swallow me.

I know.

I guess everyone deals
with it differently.

King threw himself into his business.

I found God.

Ross did the best. He just moved on.

Before the bombing,

somebody wrote a warning in Arabic

on the back of your vehicle.

It was a warning from the Qur'an.

You have any idea who
might have left that?

There was a guy in our unit, Tariq.

He was Muslim.

I didn't know him very well.

No one did.

Have you seen him
since you've been back?

I know he had family here in LA.

I don't even know if
I would recognize him

if he walked by me on the street.

Why wouldn't you recognize him, Olin?

IED.

He was badly burned in the explosion.

His back, his arms, his face.

Maybe he blames us for that.

Tariq Barad Al-Jabiri.

Born and raised in Michigan.

Followed his older brother
to Los Angeles in '06

where he joined up a few months later.

Service record's clean as a whistle.

Last known address

was a house in Mar Vista.

Name on the lease
is... Kimberly Johnson.

All right.

I haven't seen Tariq

since he got back.

The Corps told me he'd been hurt.

That he'd been disfigured.

I tried to see him in the hospital,

but he wouldn't allow it.

He wouldn't see me, he
wouldn't take my calls.

He didn't even respond to my e-mails.

Mommy, when are we gonna see Santa?

Real soon, honey.

Why don't you go put on your blue dress

so you can get your picture taken?

Okay.

My daughter Elly is Tariq's niece.

I was in a relationship
with Tariq's brother.

After he found out I was pregnant,

he was out of here fast.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, so was I.

I thought he loved me.

But Tariq stepped up and supported us,

treated Elly like she was his own.

And after a while...

You fell in love.

Yeah, very much so.

We were building a great life together.

Then he shipped off to Iraq.

And now he's finally
back, but he's still gone.

I just want him to come home so
that we can be a family again.

Did Tariq get along with
all the guys in his unit?

Were there any conflicts

over religious beliefs?

Tariq was very tolerant.

He even let Elly have a Christmas tree.

He loved her.

He still drops money
off for us every month.

Security cam footage
from Cali-South Mailboxes.

According to Kim Johnson,

Tariq drops cash off here
for his family once a month.

And this was two days ago?

Yeah.

Could be our guy.

Tariq goes over to
fight for his country,

but he gets badly disfigured.

Starts to question his
belief in the war, America,

even his fellow marines.

Forgets whose side he's on.

Maybe we should stake out the store.

It's too long to wait.

Somebody could be dead by tomorrow.

The clock is ticking.

We could make a special delivery.

Is... is that a...?

Yep,

it's a bomb, Paul.

We believe this bomb may have
come from one of your mailboxes.

And who... who are you guys?

We work with Homeland Security.

I think I should call my boss.

Recognize this guy?

Yeah, that's a trick question.

How can you recognize him
when half his head's gone?

Box 117.

I want a name and address.

Strong possibility there's

another one of these coming next week.

Strong possibility there's
a bomb just like this

in one of those mailboxes right now.

I'd hurry up, Paul.

Rented by Asher Ross.

Clear.

- Clear.
- G.

Found this in Asher's bedroom.

Looks like our boy Tariq's
found a place to stay.

And to work.

So we have Ross, a former
marine, EOD specialist

who's blown up with his own cell phone.

Then we have another
member of his unit, Olin,

who's nearly blown to
hell in his own car.

Then we have our boy King who
finds a bomb under his truck

and disarms it with a
little help from yours truly.

That leaves Tariq, who we now now

was staying at Ross's place

and working with King.

So Tariq is the common vector.

Why didn't King mention him?

These guys have been to
hell and back together.

King didn't tell Tariq's
family. Why would he tell us?

If they were buddies, why
would Tariq place a bomb

under King's truck?

I think it's time someone
pays another visit to King.

You don't still have that,
uh, wench outfit, do you?

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

This thing's been coughing and
jumping like a Brahman bull.

So, is Tariq here?

Sort of tall,

dark, handsome?

I'm the only handsome one here.

In fact, I am the only one working here.

Oh.

Because you see, I met this
guy, Tariq, at a gas station,

and he was wearing a
shirt with your logo on it:

Quality Automotive.

So that's how I knew to come here.

Never had anybody named
Tariq working here.

Sorry.

When's the last time you p

some carburetor cleaner
through this thing?

I don't know. I've been out of town,

so it's been sitting for about a month.

Leave your man waiting a month, too?

This bike has twin cams on it.

Carburetor looks all right.

Let's take a look at
the throttle control rod.

You in the Corps?

Yep.

Don't tell me you're a marine, too.

My father was.

I grew up moving from base to base.

I was even

engaged to a jarhead once.

He managed to escape?

Killed in Fallujah.

I'm sorry.

Let's see what's

giving this bike indigestion.

Is that true about Kensi being engaged?

I don't know,

but if it is, it explains
all the serial dating.

Ah! Here's your problem right here.

These spark plugs aren't stock.

You gotta stick with factory

or the ion sensors misread;
you get a bumpy ride.

You know, Tariq said he was a marine.

Now, I know you Devil
Dogs stick together,

so, uh, come on,

hook a girl up

All right.

Hey, I got somebody down
here wants to talk to you.

That's our girl.

Want a beer?

Can't drink and drive.

Hey, Tariq,

here she is, you lucky dog.

Who are you?

Tariq,

we're NCIS agents.

Hey!

Who are you?

Told you he'd run.

I know, I know.

I hate when they run.

What's the matter with you?

Throwing a hammer at my head!

You lying bitch.

You set me up.

I'm NCIS, but my father was a marine.

Oh, yeah? How does he feel
about his daughter growing up

to be a professional liar?

Good news, Mr. Olin.

Tariq's been taken into custody.

Tariq?

In relation to Ross's murder.

Me and Ross, we were
coming back from a patrol.

We saw these two old ladies
huddling in a doorway.

We offered them a couple candy bars.

And I think they just
appreciated the gesture.

But, uh...

It's okay, Olin.

Take your time.

Out of... out of nowhere,
this other lady comes,

and she's younger, with a baby.

And Tariq starts
shouting at her in Arabic,

telling her to move away and stuff.

"Move away! Move away!"

Everything to him was a security risk.

The woman with the
baby wanted your help?

Everybody was shouting!

And the old ladies were crying, and...

I was just trying to get
them all to settle down.

And then Tariq starts firing
his gun right by my head.

Ross, too.

I turned back around...

they're all dead.

The woman,

her baby...

the old ladies.

I guess I just never
really got a chance to talk

to anybody about this stuff.

You should.

You need to.

I want you to have this.

You read the Bible?

I've skimmed.

I have, uh, poor reading habits.

It would mean a lot
to me if you took it.

It's helped me out through
a lot of tough times.

Who knows? Maybe it'll help you someday.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

He would have been very proud.

And you look like you
could use some tea.

This is a holiday blend

with cinnamon and safflower petals.

Well, thank you.

Well, you're welcome.

Congratulations.

It seems you may have
caught our mad bomber.

You don't seem very thrilled.

No.

I mean, yes, I hope so.

I just wish that...

You know what,

I don't know.

I just think that when it
comes to going undercover,

I deal with the danger a lot
better than the deception.

I see.

Like with Hastings King, for example,

today.

Some of what I told him was true,

some of it was a complete lie,

and some of it was a...
was a combination of both.

Deception you perpetrate
is a necessity, Kensi.

You need to embrace it, not fear it.

I'm sure your father would agree.

Anyway, if men wanted the truth

all the time, I wouldn't have

a French maid's outfit in my boudoir,

would I?

You have a...

Just drink your tea, dear heart.

Forensics reports are
in on the explosives.

Two different types were used.

- Two?
- Yeah.

Tell me about Ross and King.

Ross and King let me couch
surf between their two places.

You and Ross were friends?

Ross saved my life.

He saved Olin and King, too.

When he pulled King out,

the guy's leg was still underneath me.

Wow.

Ross pulled Olin and King out first?

Do you resent that?

No.

Had he pulled you out sooner,

you might not have
suffered the burns you did.

If he hadn't pulled me out, I'd be dead.

No.

The dude is a freakin' hero.

Okay, let's go back before that.

Tell me about the Iraqi woman

and her baby?

What woman?

You don't remember?

Olin and King were
handing out candy bars

to a couple of old ladies,
and you disapproved.

That sort of stuff
looks great on the news,

but it's a security risk.

Old ladies?

When you move away from the vehicle.

You never know who's on
the other side of that door,

or who's looking down
at you from a rooftop.

- Is that why you shot her?
- I didn't shoot her.

You ordered her to step
away from the vehicle,

and when she didn't, you
shot a mother and her baby.

There was no baby.

She was carrying a 60
millimeter mortar shell

wrapped in a blanket
with a hand trigger.

And I didn't shoot her.

Olin did.

He saved me.

He saved the old ladies

and everybody else for half a block.

Olin shot a suicide bomber?

Yeah.

Ask King.

Check your patrol logs
if you don't believe me.

Did Olin ever talk religion to you?

Yeah.

He was a Christian.

But he could quote the
Qur'an or the Talmud

as easily as the Bible.

I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

Hey, guys.

We got the forensics from the
bombs in Ross's cell phone,

King's truck and Olin's car.

Ross's cell phone and King's car bomb

were both high-grade explosives...

tetrahexamine tetranitramin.

But the explosive in Olin's
car was trinitrotoluene.

It's a much lower grade.

Right. And it was a shape-charge,

under the rear of the vehicle,
pointing away from the driver.

So it blew out of the
car, instead of in.

So basically it looks convincing,

but whoever set it, must have
known it wouldn't kill Olin.

Everything Olin told me

was either a grossly distorted
memory or an outright lie.

He reads and writes in Arabic.

He have written the note on the car.

Tariq's not the bomber.

Olin is.

What are the chances
this place is wired?

I'd say between 99 and 100%.

Always the optimist.

All right,

room's clear.

Olin, you in there?

NCIS.

Agents Callen and Hanna.

We're coming in to talk.

Wait.

Pressure pad.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Clear.

Sam.

Got a list of names and cities.

Got King, Ross, Tariq.

I bet the rest are all marines as well.

Hit me, G.

Yeah, see if our boy Olin is
on any flight manifests tonight.

These are receipts from today.

Eight bottles of peroxide
from Fairfax Beauty Supply.

So now we're chasing a blonde?

These are the ingredients
for making TATP.

He must have ran out of
HMX so now he's improvising.

TATP is highly explosive,
but it's extremely unstable.

All right, I got Stanton Olin

on a flight to Atlanta tonight,

55 p.m.,

Delta Airlines.

Okay, alert airport police

at LAX.

Hey, listen to this.

"In flaming fire
taking vengeance on them

that know not God."

Sounds like the Qur'an
quote Olin put on his car.

It's essentially the same,
only this is from Thessalonians.

- Oh, boy.
- What?

This Bible was a gift

from Olin.

Giving away prize possessions,

it's a warning sign of suicide.

Olin doesn't want to
harm innocent people.

He wants to punish himself
and those in his unit

out of some strange,
twisted sense of penance.

Okay, you know what, call Callen.

I'm going to King's garage.

Nate.

Olin wants to

finish what he started
with Hastings King.

Kensi's headed there now.

Got it. We're on our way.

Sam! Let's go.

King!

King!

Hey!

Come on, we've got to go.

What the hell are you doing here?

I need to get you out of here now

before Olin arrives to kill you.

Why in hell should I trust you?

Because I'm telling you the truth.

Since when?

I was undercover.

I was trying to solve Ross's murder,

and I really don't want to
have to solve yours, okay?

So move!

King.

Olin.

You do not want to do this.

I don't want to.

But I have to.

I don't know what
you're wired with, Olin,

but you of all people
know that a suicide bomb

is not the way of a real warrior.

The stuff he's wired with is unstable.

Put a bullet in it, it could go off.

What about a head shot?

Just the impact of him
falling could trigger it.

You're just chock-full
of good news, aren't you?

You can leave.

It's just King and I

who seek absolution

for what we did in Iraq.

No one gets absolution

by killing themselves.

We did bad things.

It was a war.

Brings out the worst in men.

But this isn't gonna help.

Without the shedding of blood...

there is no remission.

Kensi, elbow!

Get the trigger!

Eric, need an ambulance.

Looks like Hetty's still here.

She worries.

Not that she'd ever let us know that.

I had some paperwork to be
completed before tomorrow,

Mr. Callen.

Some of us take our paperwork seriously.

But...

with the successful
outcome of our mission

and everyone's safe return,

I thought perhaps some
tea might be in order.

No offense, Hetty, but I don't think tea

is gonna cut it tonight.

Well, it's a very
special tea, Mr. Hanna.

Glen Garioch.

1958.

Wow, that is some Scotch, Hetty.

That's what Oliver Reed thought

when he tried to make
me his special musketeer

one night.

But he kept his sword

in his scabbard,

and I kept the scotch.

Looks like you also
started without us, Hetty.

Oh, well, I got bored with my paperwork.

I figured I'd try and
dress up this abomination.

Holy moly.

Wow. Huh.

Where's Nate?

He's been known to
enjoy a good single malt.

He's busy.

Spreading some cheer of his own.

Oh, Tariq.

Welcome home.

"Go home.

"Find a wench, raise fat babies,

live a good long life."

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