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(automatic gunfire)

Can't stay here!

We got to get rid
of that sniper!

Cover me.

Ready?

Let's go!

(screams)

(gunfire continues)

(panting)

(grunts)

DEEKS:
Guys, I could use a little help.

Aah!

SAM: Gonna have to wait.
We're a little busy here.

Ah! Son of a bitch.

Cover me!

Aah!

(exhales)

MAN:
Aah!

(groans)

Deeks, we're on the move.

MAN:
Go, go, go!

I got three
making a run for it.

♪
♪

♪
♪

(man groaning)

(thud)

- Clear.
- Clear.

You keep moving,
and you're dead.

Put your hands behind your head.

Nice and easy.

Clear.

CALLEN:
Sam, talk to me.

(siren wailing)

I'm hit.

CALLEN:
Coming to you.

DEEKS:
Eric, I need an ambulance.

I'm hit.

I need names of the other
members of your gang.

I give you names,
I don't live one...

What do you got?
Anything from the hospital?

Nothing yet. They must
still be working on him.

- It was bad.
- Yeah, I know.

He's gonna be okay, though.

CALLEN: All of this comes down on you.
Okay.

Arms trafficking.

Attempted murder
of a federal officer.

International trafficking
of illegal weapons.

I can't do it.

Talking life in prison.

Bad air, bad food, no sex--

well, unless your
cellmate's into it.

Or maybe one of
the gangs will say

that he looks like a
pretty good blow-up doll.

Now, wives and kids, they
don't stick around for lifers.

Two, three years, the visits,
the phone calls, the e-mails,

all of that goes away.

It is game over,

and you are left alone
to die in misery.

I need names, Miguel.

I need the hierarchy
of your gang.

Go to hell.

Well, if I do, I'm sure
I'll see you there.

I can't give you the gang.

But I can give you
the name of the broker

we were gonna sell
the weapons to.

That better be a hell of a name.

(door closes)

I'm here.

What is it?

Go ahead, Miguel. Why don't you
tell me that again?

We didn't have a deal.

Juan knew there was a broker
who put out the word.

He was looking
for fully automatic weapons.

- And this is Juan?
- Yeah.

We knew there were
modified AR-15s

here in the U.S.
we could get cheap.

Just didn't know they were being
sold by an undercover fed

until we found out
we had a snitch.

Well, that snitch was our C.I.

You cut his guts out.

You talk to the cops,
that's what happens.

Hmm.

- So, where is this broker?
- I told you.

I don't know anything about him.

Juan was handling that.

And tell me
the broker's name again?

Spencer Williams.

DEEKS:
Spencer Williams.

Callen said
that's the arms dealer

from the case you were
working on with ATF?

That was his name, right?
The one that got away?

(sighs)

That's his name.

You may get

a second chance at this.

Clear the room.

He's mine.

♪ NCIS: LA 9x23 ♪
A Line in the Sand
Original Air Date on May 20, 2018

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@elder_man

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♪

Explain to me how you
were gonna make a deal

if you knew nothing
about Spencer Williams.

Juan had made
the contact with Williams.

I didn't know anything about it.

And where was this
deal gonna take place?

We had no deal.

I think Juan had only
spoke to Williams once.

Juan is dead.

That doesn't help me,

so that doesn't help you.

That's all I got.

I gave you a name.
Now you owe me.

We have a deal.

We don't have a deal.

And the only thing
that matters

in your universe is me.

KENSI:
Wow, okay.

Care to explain?

Spencer Williams got away.

Things got personal.

Yeah, clearly.
Very personal.

(phone vibrates)

Sam's good.

They got the bullet out.
He's recovering. (chuckles)

Refused anesthesia.

(exhales):
Of course he did.

That is great news.

It wasn't good.

Could have been any of us.

(door opens, shuts)

MOSLEY:
He's not giving anything up.

I spoke to ATF. I'm gonna
send him over there

and see if they can get
anything else out of him.

KENSI: Okay, we'll
drive him there now.

Yeah, we can do it.
We got time.

I'm taking him to ATF.

I'll go with you.

I'm gonna go alone.

That was a major
shooting incident.

I'm sure you have lots
of paperwork to handle.

(door opens)

MOSLEY:
Get up.

Let's go.

I'm gonna need you two
to follow her.

You want us to
follow our boss?

Sorry, I'm just looking
for some clarity here.

You have to give us
something more.

No, I don't.

Sometimes it's about
just doing it.

This look like
ATF's offices to you?

Not so much.

Get up. Move.

Callen, we're here
at Bell Gardens on Garfield.

So, what's there?
DEEKS: Looks like absolutely nothing.

Any evidence of ATF in the area?

No. She took Miguel Reyes
to what looks like

a nondescript
industrial building.

What do you
want us to do?

If she's not out in 15 minutes,

I want you to go in.
Are you kidding me?!

Mosley's gonna kill us if she
found out we followed her.

It was my call.
You were just following orders.

Callen, what are we
walking into?

I don't know.
That's why you're going in.

Ending our careers now.

I'll see you all
on LinkedIn.

KENSI: Whoa. It's us, it's us!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't shoot us.

What the hell are you
doing here?

Um, well,
I gotta be honest,

I am not exactly sure.

Wow.

Well, I think the question is:
what are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to him
a little bit more

before ATF got him.

(exhales)

He ran, we fought.

You fought?
Mm-hmm.

Seems a little one-sided.

And then I restrained him.

And then you
restrained him.

This is a nice place
you got here, huh?

Is this your, uh,
home away from home?

Something like that.

Did you follow me?

Callen's orders.

Did you find anything else?

A phone number.

Williams?

I don't know, we'll see.

DEEKS:
So,

do you want me to note
the prisoner's condition

in my report?

Of course.

Minor scrapes.

Minor scrapes.

Yeah, minor scrapes due
to his re-apprehension.

KENSI:
While under the custody

of EAD Mosley.

But now he's in your custody,

so you can take him back
to the boatshed

while I do a little research
on this phone number.

Start with European carriers.
Sat phones, burn phones...

- Faxes, landlines, okay.
- Yes. Exactly.

Williams has made arms deals
all over the world.

Governments, insurgents,

terrorists.

Check Syria, Indonesia,

Myanmar, Congo.

Also see if there are
any matches with...

Unlisted military
and intelligence numbers.

- Got it.
- Correct.

If you ever have agents
follow me again,

I will have you arrested
for interfering and impeding

a federal investigation.

You gonna do that
from prison?

Kensi told me what you did
to Miguel Reyes.

We're not having this
conversation, Agent Callen.

And I would have to ask that you
leave this operation center.

Look, I understand
why you're doing this.

Then you understand why
I don't have the time

to have this discussion.

So please leave.

Now.

HETTY:
Mr. Callen.

You heard?

Yes.

This is not just
about Mosley anymore.

Okay, she will bring down
this entire office with her.

Well, she's in a very,
very difficult situation.

Yeah, I get it.

But she beat a prisoner
to extract information,

then she dumped him
into our chain of custody,

making all of us complicit.
- Yes.

And I'd do the same thing
if it was my child.

And so would either of you.

What are you doing here?

It's good to see
you, too, partner.

You should be in the
hospital, Agent Hanna.

I mean, you shouldn't
be standing,

let alone climbing stairs.
- I'm good.

She's fighting for her child.

And I promise to help her, okay,
but she is out of control.

Look at what you were ready
to do for your father, G.

Yeah, but we always have
each other's backs.

Well, EAD Mosley has
had our backs, too.

But she doesn't now.

We'll watch her.

And I'll remind her

that we're watching.

That is not gonna make
a damn bit of difference.

She would drag us to hell

if she thought she
could find her son.

ERIC: There are a lot of numbers
in the world

that match the one
you got from Reyes--

different country codes,
different prefixes.

But this one right here is
associated with a cell phone

located inside the second home

of General Arturo Vásquez.

It's in Sinaloa, right outside
of Los Mochis, Mexico.

Okay, I just got a hit
from the CIA on General Vásquez.

They do have a file on him.

MOSLEY: Take a look.
See what you can find.

I flagged this number because
General Vásquez is in charge

of armament acquisitions
for the Mexican army.

Vásquez buys weapons.

And Williams sells them.

NELL:
Boom.

CIA surveillance footage
from 2015:

Williams with Vásquez.

ERIC: Vásquez's home is
the last location of the phone.

It was used three hours ago,
then shut off.

Tap the phone.

Sure. We'll submit
for the warrant.

No warrant.

Assistant Director,

without a warrant, we won't be
able to make a case against...

Ms. Jones, I know how
federal prosecution works,

so just tap the damn phone.

There will be
a chain of evidence

showing that I was the one
who hacked...

Mr. Beale, let me be clear.

If you don't tap the
phone, you're fired.

(phone vibrating)

MOSLEY:
Yes.

HETTY: I'd like to have a word
with you if you have a moment.

And I with you.
I'm coming down now.

There's no need for that.

I'm in your office.

Please don't sit
in my chair anymore.

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is just such
a wonderful view

of this entire office.

All these brilliant people
working together.

It's such a powerful machine.

- Are you gonna get up?
- No.

I think it's important to
hold on to this view of things.

Hetty, I am trying
to find my son,

and I don't have time for games.

I need you to call
the State Department

and get them to convince
the Mexican Federal Police

to raid the home of a
General Arturo Vásquez.

I think to proceed recklessly

might compromise
everything.

It could cost you your career.

I don't give a damn
about my career.

This is about my son.

Without him, I have nothing.

I need you to call
the State Department.

You don't have your son,

but you do have the tools
to get him back--

this powerful office.

If you were to lose that,

then you will have nothing.

You can have your desk back.

Enjoy the view.

You should get him cleaned up.

KENSI (over comm):
That is him cleaned up.

Also, he's had ice
on his face

for an hour.

CALLEN:
Okay... (sighs)

no photos, no lawyers.

Hold him a couple days if we
can, give him some time to heal.

Fellas, this is that
"come to Jesus" moment

where you need to tell us
what's going on.

This is on a need-to-know basis.

My partner and I
have become party

to assaulting a prisoner.

I think I would classify
that as "need to know."

KENSI: Deeks.
- What?

If you guys need us
to trust you,

then we will do that.

What about them trusting us?
SAM: G...

tell 'em.

Sam, you're bleeding.
I'll change it later.

The bandage is leaking.

KENSI: Sam, you should
not be on your feet.

- Please sit down.
- I'm fine.

Tell them.

Mosley and Spencer Williams

had a relationship
before he was a fugitive.

She has a child...

What?

...with Williams.

Five years ago,
when he fled the country,

he took the boy.
KENSI: Oh, my God.

His name is Derrick.

She hasn't seen
her son since then.

He'd be about ten years old now.

(footfalls approaching)

Agent Callen.

You and I had
a private conversation.

And I expected you
to keep it that way.

Hetty told me that
I could trust you.

All of you.

- But apparently, that isn't the case.
- I mean, as far as I can see,

he's just trying to explain
why you did what you did.

- He's trying to help us understand you.
- Yeah, maybe

if you would've
asked for help

instead of just throwing
us under a bus...

Deeks!

What's she gonna do?
Is she gonna fire us?

She beat a restrained
prisoner,

and then she made us
a part of it.

Excuse me?

Oh, what, you
didn't know that?

Look behind you.
Look at his face.

She did that to expedite
an interrogation.

You know what, I didn't
even need you to trust us,

but it sure as hell
would've been nice

if you stopped threatening us.

Detective Deeks,
this is between me

and Agent Callen.

Apparently, it's between
all of us now.

I asked him to keep this
in confidence,

and he didn't do that.

This is about his character.

DEEKS: Oh, my God, you've
got to be kidding me.

See, that's the difference
right there, isn't it?

He's trying to help you,
and what do you do?

You question
his integrity.

You've questioned
all of our integrity

since you got here, and
what has it gotten you?

It hasn't made us
a better team.

It sure as hell hasn't
made us more loyal.

- So what is it? Is it the power?
- I am sorry,

Detective Deeks,
but I don't have time

for this conversation.
You just need that power?

You just desperately need
that power?

You are fired,
Detective Deeks.

Go back to LAPD.

You're done at NCIS.

You sure about that?
Oh, I'm positive.

You want to fire
the person that can

testify against you for what
you did to Miguel Reyes?

You better get out of my face.

You know what, this has gone
far enough, you two. Enough.

You leave this boatshed,
you go gather your things,

and you get the hell
out of here.

And I can promise you
this is not a threat.

(scoffs)

Now.

Okay.

EAD Mosley, the phone was
turned on seven minutes ago.

It's still inside the compound.

Was there a conversation?

- Yeah.
- Play it.

WILLIAMS (on recording):
3.2 per crate.

35 pieces per crate.
50 crates.

MAN: Sí, claro,
it's what we agreed to.

WILLIAMS: I repeat details.
I like to be clear.

MAN: Is the merchandise
in country now?

WILLIAMS:
That's not your concern.

Let me call you back.
15 minutes.

That is definitely the voice
of Spencer Williams.

The man who took my son.

WILLIAMS (on recording):
Only bring three men.

You can check the crates,

then I'll give you the keys
to the truck.

MAN: Sounds good. The money
will be in U.S. dollars.

WILLIAMS: Circulated cash only.
MAN: When?

WILLIAMS:
Thursday, 11:00 a.m.

I'll call and give you
the location an hour before.

The deal's gonna go down
in roughly 36 hours.

We also have a conversation
talking about how his plane

will be ready
Thursday afternoon.

That's our window.
Send the recordings

down to the FBI in Sinaloa
and see if they can help us...

I'm sorry, we can't do that.

NELL:
The taps were illegal.

To move forward with the FBI
or the Mexican authorities,

the source of the recordings
would have to come out.

I said send the recordings
to the FBI.

And that is an order.

Can I speak
with you outside?

(sighs)

Any arrests, any information
gained from those recordings

is legally useless.

It's fruit of a poison tree,
Agent Callen.

I have a degree
in criminal justice.

Do not insult me.

This case does not fall
under NCIS's purview,

so you don't even
have the authority

to request those warrants.
I don't care.

Or is that not
abundantly clear to you?

That is very clear to me.

If I can't rely
on your help in this,

then you can go home.

Look, I said that I would
help you get your son back,

but you're going
all-in on Williams

without even knowing
where your son is.

Williams is the key
to finding my son.

Yes, but you're making
it all or nothing.

In two days there could be
a federal prosecutor

bringing an indictment
against you.

We need to do this
the right way. And then,

if we locate Derrick,
I stand by my word,

I will do whatever it takes
to get him back.

Uh, Hetty needs to see

the executive assistant director
in her office.

She's on with the FBI
in Sinaloa.

Here she comes.

Agent Gonzalez,

this is Executive
Assistant Director Mosley.

EAD Mosley.

This is a personal favor.

Everything I say
is off the record.

Understood.

You're gonna have
a very difficult time

getting
the Mexican Federal Police

to go
into General Vásquez's home.

In Sinaloa, the Federales are
in bed with the cartels

and the military.

All right,
Sinaloa is not Mexico.

It's a different beast.

Even if they said
they were going in,

they will drag their feet
and give warning...

So Williams and his men
would have time to get out.

Yes. So you can't come at this
on the ground.

Word gets out to the cartels,
the Federales, or the military,

Williams becomes a ghost.

Sorry I couldn't be more help.

Hetty. EAD Mosley.

Thank you.

Not good news,
I'm afraid.

Will you continue to pursue this
higher up the food chain?

DoD, State Department?
Of course.

I'd like to feel free
to tell the whole story.

There's no shame in it.

It doesn't feel that way, Hetty.

But I guess, at this point,
it doesn't really matter.

So go ahead.

Tell 'em.

Whatever it takes.

Good. That'll help.

Please don't give up, Hetty.

Oh, I won't
give up.

But you need to slow down.

I won't stand by
while you coerce

Agent Callen into doing
something dangerous and stupid.

He promised me.

A few words, months ago.
He's a grown-up,

and he can decide for himself.

The only reason he's
doing what he's doing now

is to keep the others
from getting involved.

I understand that you are trying
to protect your agents.

But you have
to understand this, HETTY:

I am fighting for my son's life.

And there is a difference.

Then you
understand this,

Shay.

Agent Callen
is as close to a son

as I've ever had.

You want to tell me why
you're not in the hospital?

I'm okay.

How bad could it be,
right? Bullet wound

nicks one
of your major arteries?

And how do you know that?

Well, if you hadn't noticed, I
have some investigative skills.

What-what are you doing here?

That's a map of the area,
latest sat photos

of the compound
where Williams is.

There's lots of men--
military, mostly--

but it's not
really being

strategically secured.

That's General Vásquez's
home base.

He's being protected
by the Mexican military,

the cartels, federal police.

Meaning?

Meaning it's bad numbers
for us.

But they think they're secure.
That makes them vulnerable.

We could get to Williams.
And do what?

We can't extradite him, not
unless we falsify the reports

and say that he was taken
in the U.S.

We can do that.
All right, look.

I agreed to help Mosley, okay?

That doesn't mean you have to.

It's her son.

I'm kind of not down with losing
family members these days.

I'm sure you can understand.

This isn't about her son, okay?

This is about Williams.

And arresting him is one big
step in getting the child back.

Maybe, maybe not.
We don't know where the kid is.

Look, i-it doesn't matter.

Okay? You're wounded.

You can barely walk,
let alone run.

I've been in worse battles
with more serious wounds.

I can do my job.

This isn't your job, okay?

This is an off-the-books
mission.

Well, then, I guess
you really have no say

in whether or not
I'm going on this.

In fact, I could
call it my mission

and tell you not to go.

This isn't a joke.

Do I look like I'm laughing?

Now, you want
to go over this,

so at least you know
what you're talking about?

You need to come up
to Ops quickly.

What is it?

Just come up here
before Mosley does.

Try to keep up.

What is it?

Eric, can you give us
the room, please?

CALLEN: This recording
was done 30 minutes ago.

Eric worked on the audio to
make it more intelligible.

Listen to the background voices.

MAN 2 (over recording):
It's a G550.

WILLIAMS:
Needs to be fully fueled.

MAN 2:
Yes. Destination?

WILLIAMS: Destination will be
determined in flight.

DERRICK:
Where's the sandwich?

Juana said it was on the table.

WOMAN:
It's in the refrigerator.

DERRICK: I looked, it's not there.
WILLIAMS: Get him out.

WOMAN:
Come out, Papa's working.

(recording stops)

I know it's been five years,

but do you know
if that's Derrick?

That's the voice of my son.

I didn't think he was alive.

SAM:
Well, he is alive.

And he's inside that compound.

I need the room, please.

(door closes)

(crying)

Send me all current
satellite images

of the compound,
and keep me posted.

Got it.
What are you doing?

- Going to get my son.
- And do you have a plan?

I'm headed down to Sinaloa.
I'm putting together a team,

and I'm bringing him home.

Detective, you are taking
too long to pack.

If I see you in
this building again,

you will be escorted out.

CALLEN:
Hold on.

Wait a second.
You have no idea

what you're walking into.

Even the satellite images
will be days old

by the time you
get down there.

I'm sorry, Agent Callen,
aren't you coming with me?

Isn't that what you said,
that if we found my son,

that you would do
whatever it takes?

So are you gonna help me,
yes or no?

Yes.

We both will.
No. He is injured, okay?

He is not going
on a tactical mission.

Don't speak for me, G.
We've been through this already.

Figure it out, gentlemen.
I don't have time.

SAM: Hey, I'm
going to Mexico.

Just hold on a sec.

I'm going. So either we
can stand here fighting,

or we start
to figure this thing out.

You are a liability.

- I'm a liability?
- Yes, you are.

Ha. I don't know
whether you're trying

to protect me or make me laugh.

If this was reversed,
you would knock me out

before you'd let me
go down there with a cane.

Yeah, well, I can
leave the cane here.

All right?

I'm going to get that child.

Her child is not
in imminent danger.

We're parachuting
into a custody battle.

Let me talk to her first.

How about I see you
on the plane?

Good talk.

(sighs)

I don't think you
should go to Mexico.

Hear me out.

You are better utilized here,
dealing with State, DoD, FBI.

The distraught mother
of a kidnapped child

is a lot more useful here

than on the ground
in Mexico with a gun.

Who's gonna get my son?

I am.
By yourself?

I have contacts I can call.
What about Sam?

Sam is wounded.
It would be dangerous

for him to participate in this.

Sam can do this. I trust him.

I'm not gonna get
either one of us killed

when there are others
that can do the job.

What about Kensi?

No. No one from NCIS.

Give me time
to put a team together.

Callen, we have less than
48 hours to do this.

Arrange the flight
to Los Mochis.

I'll do what I have to do
on the plane.

You and Hetty stay here
and work your side.

You just got to
trust me on this.

SAM:
We got a break.

Oh, look who found his cane.
I'm here, Eric. Go.

In one of the conversations,

we heard Williams talking
about an Agustin Garcia.

Kind of an unusual name,
so I did some cross-checking,

and I found an Agustin Garcia,

served in the same Marine unit
as Williams.

He lives here
in North Hollywood.

Do we know it's the same person?

This Agustin Garcia traveled

to Los Mochis seven times
in the last four months.

If he works for Williams,
he could tell us

a hell of a lot about
what's inside that compound.

I was able to hack
into his phone.

He set an alarm for 8:30 a.m.,

so Garcia's most likely
asleep now.

Let's wake his ass up,
and do it fast.

I mean, the truth is, even if
we know how many men are inside,

it's still gonna be a nightmare
to get close undetected.

This is, this is just
a wide-open desert.

Deeks, you should leave.

What are you talking about?
I'm trying to save her son.

I know, but she's serious.

Okay, so am I.

So go home,
let her calm down.

All right? I-If we
end up going to Mexico,

I will call you,
I promise.

I don't know,
maybe getting fired

isn't necessarily a bad thing.

You know? I mean,
we keep talking about

trying to find
a time to get out.

Yeah, I know.
But I like working with you.

It's part of who we are.

Yes.

It is a part of who we are.

A part that I
happen to love.

Come on, Kensi,
you heard Callen.

He's not wrong.

This kid is
flying around

in Learjets with nannies;
this is a custody case.

He was kidnapped by his dad,
a violent felon

who ordered the murder
of a federal agent.

Let's not forget that.
Sam almost died today.

And anything can
happen down there.

Okay, so what are you saying,
that we shouldn't go?

No, I'm just saying
we're about to be married.

I think we can have
this conversation, don't you?

I mean, the truth is,
this kid could stay down there,

and he could go to
private schools and college

and have an amazing life,

or my soon-to-be wife
could be killed

while trying to get him
on a helicopter, and for what?

For a woman who I'm pretty sure
doesn't even like us.

Why? I had absolutely no idea,
because everybody loves us,

because we're kind
and we're-we're generous...

Because we're happy.

Because we're
living our lives,

because we have joy,
because we have a future.

That woman has nothing
but anger and pain.

Can you imagine...

(clears throat)

If you've come
to apologize, I accept.

That's the last thing
I would do, Deeks.

Fair enough, okay.
I'll do it. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry because you are
in an extraordinary situation

that I cannot begin to imagine.

And I wouldn't...

'Sup, fellas?

How's it going, Deeks?

Confiscate his security badge
and escort him to his car.

LAPD will be

waiting for you outside

the parking structure
to accompany you home.

Yep.

Really?

I don't have a choice
right now, Kensi.

I know this is your son.

And maybe, just one day,
I will understand...

I pray to God you never do.

Ever.

(whispers):
Okay.

(thunder rumbling)

KENSI:
Deeks!

Deeks!

Deeks, wait.
Hold on a second.

Deeks. Hey, could you just
give us a minute, please?

Go fast.

She wants to be notified
when he's off-site.

I understand.
Thank you.

All right. Let's go.

You believe this?

Mosley's having me escorted
to my house to cool off.

I know. It's all pretty
crazy right now.

All right, listen.
If this is really happening,

like, if we're really
doing this, then let's do it.

Let's go down there,
let's save this kid,

and then let's be done.

One last mission
and we're out.

I'm not ready to do that.

Okay. That's okay.
Then talk to me.

How much time do you need?
Do you need a year?

That's okay.
What-what...

Then, like, t-two years?

Probably longer.

The longer that we stay in,

the better chance this ends
really poorly for us.

I mean,
you know that, right?

But if we get out--
look at me, baby--

if we walk away right now,
I swear to God,

we can have the most
amazing life together.

I promise you.

Just me and you and-and all the
things that we should be doing

with our lives.

(thunder rumbling)

♪
♪

Are we talking about
five years?

But what about when we're, when
we're, when we're having kids?

What about when we have kids?

- I wouldn't do this if we had kids.
- Okay, great.

That's it, then, right?

I just knock you up.
I can do that.

What if we don't have kids?

What-what do you mean,
"What if we don't have kids"?

As in, like, we can't have them
or 'cause you don't want them?

What are you saying to me?

I don't know, but
there's a million reasons

why it doesn't happen for
people sometimes, Deeks.

And if we don't
have kids,

then I'm gonna want
to stay in this job.

Okay, but wh... I-I asked you.
Baby, we talked about this.

We talked about this,
and I said,

"Can you please
just think about it?"

I know that you asked
me to think about it,

and I know exactly
what you want.

I can't give that to you...

Then what are we doing?

...without lying to you
or compromising who I am,

and I will not do that
to either one of us, ever.

(sniffles)
Say-say something, please.

I mean, I don't think
we should be getting married.

Y-You're choosing
to do this now?

To call off the wedding?

I mean, Th-these are big
questions, don't you think?

I mean, don't you?

Whether or not
we're gonna have kids.

Some sort of agreement
of what our future looks like.

What you're saying to me is
that if I don't leave my job,

you are leaving me.

That's not fair
and that's not what I said.

- That is exactly what you just said to me!
- Baby, that's not what I said.

- Baby, that's not what I said.
- Are you kidding?!

- Mosley's checking to see if you're gone.
- I just...

Hold on a second.
I am gonna go get that kid,

and I'm gonna bring
him back to his mom.

Come on.

- 'Cause that's what I do, Deeks.
- I understand.

- That's what I do!
- Hold on a second, baby.

Don't-don't get
on the plane, baby.

Just hold on for a second.

Let's just finish
the conversation!

- Come on, let's go.
- Hold on!

Kensi!
We got to go.

Just hold on a second.

I'm okay. All right? I'm okay.
All right.

CALLEN: Eric, we're here.
Did Garcia turn his alarm off?

ERIC:
No. He's probably still asleep.

L.A. Water and Power.
We think there might be a leak.

Federal agents!

(woman shouting in Spanish)
I got him!

What the hell?!
Federal agent!

Hey, take it easy!

(dog barking)

(tires screech, horn honks)
Stop!

(officers chattering urgently)

DRIVER: Oh, my God.
I didn't even see him.

He ran right out
in front of me.

(sirens approaching)

Okay.

Without Garcia,

we have no information
on our target.

My suggestion is Sam and I
go down to Los Mochis.

We do some reconnaissance.

Hidoko's already down there.
She just landed.

You tell her
what you're looking for.

This isn't gonna be
a reconnaissance mission.

And if you don't agree with me,
you can tell me right now

and I will find someone else.

You sent her alone?

She left on her own.

I didn't know until
she was in the air.

I've arranged a plane.

It will be fueled and ready
to go in less than an hour.

Now you tell me

who's gonna be on it.

I will.

So will I.

You were a lot of help
on that chase, by the way.

That's how it's gonna be?

KENSI:
Count me in.

I know Deeks would be...

I don't want to hear
his name, Agent Blye.

You need to be ready to
leave for the airport

in the next ten minutes.

And thank you.

Thank you all.

And I will do whatever I can
to repay you for this.

SAM:
Okay.

Let's do this.

(phone vibrating)

Yes?

HETTY:
I need to see you in the gym.

I'll meet you there.

You've gotten
what you wanted.

What I want is my son back.

I have sympathy,

but I am not
blessing this mission.

They're getting on that plane,
Henrietta.

Not if I say otherwise.

Why would you do that?

Because you are out of control.

You would send them
to their graves

if it would get
your son back.

You tell me, what is my option?

Let me run the mission.

That's not happening.

I will remind you that
there is no difference

between this and what
I did for you in Vietnam.

You didn't initiate
that mission. They did.

Well, they might surprise you

and do it regardless
of your blessing.

I can have that plane grounded.

In one phone call.

I have learned much about
the history and the operations

of this office
since I've been here.

I know where
the bodies are buried,

and I will call the FBI.

That means their careers
are over.

For some of them, prison time.

Don't you dare stop that plane.

♪
♪

♪
♪

CALLEN: Bandage
is leaking again.

I'll change it
once we're in the air.

♪
♪

Are they in the air yet?

NELL:
Lining up for takeoff.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Charlie 4-1.
Runway 0-1, clear for takeoff.

TOWER OPERATOR: Tower.
Charlie 4-1, ready for takeoff.

(seat belt clicks)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screech)

PILOT: Charlie 4-1.
There are two black sedans

on our departure runway.
TOWER OPERATOR: Charlie 4-1,

hold for federal authorities.

Looks like feds.

Hetty.

It's Deeks.

Open the door.

♪
♪

We good?

Awesome.

PILOT: Tower, Charlie 4-1.
Cars are clear.

Yeah, one big happy family.
Let's go!

TOWER OPERATOR: Charlie 4-1,
you are clear for takeoff.

Deeks...

I'm still your partner.

At least one last time.

♪
♪

(Mexican folk music playing
over stereo)

♪ NCIS: LA 9x24 ♪
Ninguna Salida
Original Air Date on May 20, 2018

(music stops)

♪
♪

(whimpering quietly)

(whimpers)

Who are you working for?

(whimpering)

(screaming)

MOSLEY: Okay.
Beale, give me some good news.

I'm afraid I don't have any.

Hidoko hasn't checked in
with anything new.

What about the compound?

The satellite feeds
have not shown your son

outside the villa;
and inside, the security system

is air-gapped,
closed-looped and encrypted.

No easy way to tap into it.

I gave up on easy
a long time ago.

Well, General Vásquez
and Spencer Williams

left at the crack of dawn,
which I suppose

is helpful, but even
when they're not there,

several armed
soldiers are,

in addition to what appears
to be a roving patrol,

as well as state-of-the-art
security measures.

Hey, there are no dogs.

You know how
our guys hate guard dogs.

I want an update in 20 minutes,
and it better be good.

- Yeah.
-You got it.

(Mexican pop music playing)

Gracias.

CALLEN (over earpiece):
What's the word?

KENSI: (sighs) Not good.
Beale has no way in.

There's always a way in.

DEEKS:
Not on the sly.

Lots of men with
guns inside and out.

KENSI:
You guys find anything?

Locals are very helpful

if you want to go zip-lining
or go to a casino.

Otherwise, not so much.

Well, they're smart.

Keep their mouths shut.

We should do the same.
Ask too many questions,

you could pop up
on the wrong person's radar.

Hey, guys, where's Hidoko?

She hasn't shown up.
You-you didn't talk to her?

KENSI:
No.

Hang on a second.

(line beeps)

(recorded male voice
speaks Spanish over phone)

Phone's not working.

(line rings)

Go for Bulletproof.

Really?

I knew it was you.
How's it going?

It's not.

Well, at least
you don't have Mosley

breathing down your neck
every 20 minutes,

and by that, I mean
literally every 20 minutes.

It's like my back is sweating.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Hidoko has not shown up,
and her phone is not working.

Did you try her room?
Not supposed to know each other.

Oh, right. Right.
Let me see if I can find it.

Hmm. That's not encouraging.

Uh, I'll turn it on.

It's not responding.

What about
her secondary tracker?

Nothing.

And when did you have her last?

22:34.
A few miles northeast of you.

I'll send you the coordinates.

We got a location for

Hidoko's personal tracker
before it went off-line.

Where?

A few miles from here.
Sam and I will check it out.

You guys check out the room.
Copy that.

When were you gonna tell me

that Deeks was in Mexico
with the others?

He is?
Yes.

He's such a rascal.

Well, that's one name for him.

You seem awfully calm, Hetty.

Do I?

- Yes.
- Hmm.

I find meditation helps.

There has to be something
that you could be doing.

Oh, but I am. I'm thinking.

Thinking?

Yes. I find it's helpful, too.

You know, sometimes I wonder
how you've survived this long.

Well, that makes two of us.

Is this your way of distancing
yourself from this operation?

No, not at all.

You already did that for me.

(knocks)

(clears throat)

Yeah.

(phone trilling)

(static hissing)

- Anything?
- Nothing.

All right,
she picked this up at 20:42.

Logged out at 2100 hours.

So she leaves this untouched,
takes off?

Not according to
what she said to Ops.

Well, maybe she got a hot lead
and took off in a hurry.

Yeah, except Hidoko is
completely by the book.

She should've been a lot more
careful, being here alone.

Well, that's the bigger problem,
isn't it?

Is that none of us
should be here.

Okay, you know what, Deeks?

Do me a favor
and don't jinx this.

This was jinxed
long before I came on board.

No sign of a struggle
or forced entry.

All right. So where is she?

SAM:
Hidoko was out here?

It says we're
right on top of her.

Leg okay?

Apparently so.

Try again.

(line beeps)

(recorded male voice
speaks Spanish over phone)

Still out of service.

You don't think
we're being set up, do you?

We'll find out
soon enough.

There's a lot of tracks.

Somebody was up here.

Yeah, several
different vehicles.

G?

That's one hell
of a campfire.

Yeah.

With bone fragments.

MOSLEY:
What am I looking at?

This is the last known position
of Hidoko's personal tracker.

Callen and Sam are there now.

There is no evidence
of Hidoko or her tracker.

Well, maybe she had to dump it
to avoid being made.

She may be off-line

for her own safety.

Hidoko is
a combat-tested Marine.

CALLEN:
Who was out here without backup.

You still have nothing from her?

NELL:
Not since last night.

MOSLEY: Okay, what about traffic
or surveillance cams? (camera clicks)

ERIC: Uh, we don't have access
to those systems

unless they're public,
but we do have a request in

to the Mexican authorities
for assistance.

Hold on. What do you got?

Got a heel print; it's
small enough to be hers.

Should be able to match it.

MOSLEY:
Even if it does, all that proves

is that she was there
and isn't now.

All I know is somebody
burned something last night.

I just hope it wasn't her.
MOSLEY: Agent Callen,

unless you have
real evidence,

I would appreciate
you saving the speculation,

and focus on finding
Agent Hidoko

and extricating my son.

Cut the call.
And you let me know

the minute you find her.
Yes, ma'am.

She hung up.

This just got real for her.

She needs us
to find Hidoko.

I'm not sure we haven't.

Mr. Beale,
give this name to our team.

This is someone
who might be able to help them.

Miss Jones, with me.

KENSI: You haven't said much
since we got here.

Not a lot to talk about.
No?

Listen, I just want
to save this kid

and get the hell out of here.
And then what?

I have no idea.

Where's Hidoko?

You didn't find her yet?
Let's hope not.

What does that mean?

Means we'll need forensics
to confirm if what we found...

Forensics?

KENSI:
What are you saying?

- This is exactly what I was talking about.
CALLEN: Deeks, settle.

We don't know what we found.

All we know for sure is

that her cell
and her tracker are off-line.

Did you find anything?
KENSI: No.

Nothing yet. Nobody saw her with
visitors. Nobody saw her leave.

No calls to her sat phone or
her room, but Hetty did give us

a guy down here that
might be able to help.

Who?

His name is Turk. All we have
is a name and address.

Let's get to it.

Yeah.

Deeks, you cool?

What do you think?

Yes?

Well, I thought
I should... stop in.

Does that mean
you're done thinking?

I've given the team someone
who may be able to help them.

And you waited until now
to do that?

I was hoping
it wouldn't be necessary,

but under the
circumstances...

And just because he can help
doesn't mean he will.

Wonderful.

You've never lost an agent,
have you?

No.

And I still haven't.

Hidoko's been radio-silent
for less than 12 hours.

And is that what
your gut tells you?

(clears throat)

(inhales sharply)

Well, I hope you're right.

Nell is waiting for you
in the armory.

Waiting for me for what?

Hetty?

You guys rent out these ATVs?

Yes, sir.
How many for how long?

Uh, four, couple hours.

That's no problem.
They can help you out inside.

Thanks.

We got this.

You Arlo Turk?

I am. And you are?

We're friends of Hetty.

Henrietta Lang.

Yeah, I get a lot of people
coming through here.

What, she promise you
a discount or something?

She said you might
be able to help us.

How so?

We have a friend we're supposed
to meet. She's gone missing.

Well, she didn't turn up,
or missing missing?

The latter.

Did you contact the police?

No.

I see.

Well, as much as

I'd love to help you out,
I keep my nose clean.

You'd be wise
to do the same.

Anything else
I can help you with?

Uh, yeah.

Actually, I was wondering if
you could help us find a trail.

All the trails are marked
on the map there.

Yeah, but we were thinking about
doing a little off-roading.

You know, maybe in, uh,
this area right there.

I wouldn't do that.

Why is that?

Well, one, if you get stuck,

it's a bitch for me to get my
truck in there and tow you out.

Two, it's private land.

They shoot first and
ask questions later down here.

Gives new meaning to
the term "tourist trap."

This ain't Disneyland, boys.

Between the cartel,
the federales, the army,

there's a million ways
for things to go bad down here,

so... you stick to
the tourist areas,

and you'll enjoy your vacation.

Excuse me.

(sighs)

You got something for me?

Uh, sort of.

Okay.

What the hell is that?

I need you to make a video
for your son.

He has no idea
that we're coming.

What we see as a rescue,

he will see
as a stranger abduction.

So, if we have a video

for the team, explaining
that these are the good guys,

that you're telling him
it's okay to go with them,

that could be the difference

between success
and failure here.

All right. Okay.

You want to do that right now?

Sooner rather than later, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

Let me know when you're ready.

(camera beeps)
Whenever you are.

Hi, Derrick.

It's me, your mom.

I'm sorry we haven't
seen each other in so long.

I miss you more
than you can imagine.

I'm sending some friends over
to come and get you

and bring you home to me.

You can trust them.

Do what they say.

And I promise we'll call
your father once you come home.

I want you to know
that I love you so much.

(voice breaking):
And I have missed you so much.

And I can't wait
to see you.

♪
♪

Ah, it's pretty
wide open.

It's gonna be harder to approach
without being spotted.

Maybe we should go at night.

Yeah. Looks like they have
surveillance cameras,

motion sensors
and roving patrols.

Wouldn't be surprised
if they had heat sensors, too.

I'm surprised they don't
have their own drones.

Who says they don't?

Well, that didn't take long.
We've been made.

Let's get out of here.

(ignition sputtering)

What's wrong?

Won't start.

You guys get out of here.

- No. No way we're leaving you.
- Yes, you are.

You and Deeks go.
I'll stay here with G. - No.

CALLEN: Go! You may have
to get us out of here.

It's not gonna work
if you get caught with us.

Just leave it.

I'm gonna ride with you.
Go, go, go!

♪
♪

_

We're just tourists,
out for a ride.

We just had a little
engine trouble over here.

_

_

Los Mochis.

_

_

_

_

- ¿Dos Pueblos?
- Sí.

(speaks Spanish)

Arlo.

¿Paco, Ignacio, qué pasó?

(speaking Spanish)
TURK: Bien. Bien.

(truck engine starts)

Thank you.

I told you not to do this.

You should have listened.

Yeah. My bad.

I'll load up your ride.

You're on your own.
Don't get lost.

How long
you been down here?

Long enough.

Okay, I'm just
a little bit curious.

How did you know
we were in trouble?

Sometimes you find yourself

at the right place
at the right time.

Look, Hetty said
you could help us.

You two are alive,
aren't you?

But that won't last.

Go home now, all of you.

Get your butts to the airport,
get on the next flight

out of this hellhole, or you
will end up like your friend.

How's that?

For the remains,
the State Department

contracts with a lab
in Mexico City for DNA testing.

Okay. How fast can
we get some results?

At least 24 hours.
(sighs)

Hidoko's emergency contact
is her father in Baltimore.

This is just a
normal day for him.

He has no idea.

Hey. We're not even
certain it's her.

She's a year younger
than me, Eric.

- Nell...
- Even Sam was shot yesterday.

Nell, stop.

(computer beeps)

More troops at the villa.

I really hope our guys
stay safe today.

I don't think I can take
any more bad news.

Maybe Turk's right.

Maybe we should just
get the hell out of Dodge.

Not an option.
KENSI: We've been through worse.

This villa's got more firepower
than the North Korean border.

Right now it does.
It could change.

After the arms deal,
they'll let down their guard.

When Williams leaves
the compound with his son,

there's a window
of opportunity.

Be easier than going in now.

CALLEN: Unless, of course,
Williams has an armed escort

or a private chopper,
in which case,

we came down here for Nada.

Maybe we could get the kid
to leave the compound.

KENSI:
Nah, it's unlikely.

Ops has had their eyes on
the compound for 24 hours.

Derrick hasn't even
stepped outside.

What about a Trojan horse?

(sighs) Deeks, please.
What? I'm serious.

They're not letting anything
in there without a major search.

I'm talking about real horses.

What do we know?

This kid is all alone,
his dad and the general

off dealing with the cartels.

So I show up with horses.
I say they're a gift.

I take the kid
for a ride.

A little fresh air, right?
KENSI: You could take

the kid off the compound.
- Right, where you guys are waiting

to whisk him away
to the exfil site.

There is a chance
that could actually work.

I like to call it
thinking outside the barn.

SAM:
Hmm.

But you shouldn't
bring the horses in.

Why?

It's a job for Kensi.

No, no, no, no.

SAM: Her Spanish is
better than yours,

and she'll draw
less suspicion.

No. I should do this because
we need Kensi as a sniper.

CALLEN:
Sam's right.

They'll be more inclined
to give the boy to Kens.

Okay.

Guess we're gonna need
two horses.

(Mexican rock music playing)

What are you doing here?

Not exactly a huge fan
of Señor Frog's.

Besides, I like
to hang with the locals.

You know, when somebody
gives you good advice,

you should take it.

So why don't you go find
another seat in another bar?

Gracias.

Salud.

(sighs)

We still haven't
found my friend.

You're not gonna find her.

Not here.

Just one thing,
and then I will disappear.

Can you get me two horses
and a trailer?

You're talking to
the wrong guy, pal.

If it doesn't have an
engine, I can't help you.

Anything?

CALLEN:
Nothing.

Incoming.

Gracias.

You lost something.

What is this?

Stay the hell away from me.

(door closes)

_

CALLEN:
Real-time video

inside the villa
will allow Eric and Nell

to guide us through
a nighttime extraction.

I thought their security
system was air-gapped.

Yeah, so how does
Ops tap in?

It's a mobile transceiver.

Get it within 50 feet

of the DVR,
it infects by Bluetooth,

receives video images
and transmits them to the cloud.

(knock on door)

Marco.

Sí.

Ah. Here.

Gracias.
De Nada.

What are these?

"Their names are
Símbolo and Mattila."

Wow.

(horses neighing)

Looks like
Turk came through.

All for the small price
of a sucker punch.

You up for this?

Of course I am.

SAM:
G.

He must have really
felt bad about that punch.

Some guys send flowers.

NELL: So, Kensi takes the boy
on a half-mile loop,

in plain sight of security.

Once they relax, she'll ride
over this ridge, where Deeks is

waiting in an SUV out of sight.
And Callen and Sam

provide cover
should anything go wrong.

So, this plan has
Mosley's blessing?

Well, we'll run it by her
as soon as she gets in.

She's not here?
NELL: Mm-mm.

Find her. Now.

NELL:
As far as we know,

she left after making the video
for her son yesterday afternoon.

ERIC:
Her cell phone is off-line.

Last tracked
at the Santa Monica Airport.

Do you think
she's heading for Mexico?

HETTY: Oh, Lord.
Alert the team.

They need to execute their plan
before Mosley has a chance

to do something stupid.

Copy that.

(alarm beeping)

(engine starts)

DEEKS:
All right.

Callen, I'm in position.
Ready to roll.

Copy that.

Gracias.

(engine starts)

Okay.

That went pretty well.

So, last night, Mosley used a
peer-to-peer sharing service

that lets you
book empty seats

on private jets already
scheduled to fly.

- Hmm, like Airbnb.
- Yeah.

Except you're actually
in the air.

Okay, so,
where is she headed?

Mazatlán.
It's 200 miles

from Los Mochis.

Huh. And after she landed?

No idea. No credit
card activity

at hotels
or rental car companies.

Right. She must be dealing
in cash and using an alias.

It's a three-hour flight,
and then a four-hour drive.

Plenty of time
to muck the whole thing up.

(Kensi speaks Spanish)

JUANA:
Buenas tardes.

Oh, God.
What if she tries to call him?

CALLEN:
Eric, any chance

you could jam
the nanny's phone?

Not from here.

Disable a cell tower?

Not without a hand grenade.

Guys, we need
to get her out of there.

Kensi, abort.

We'll think of
something else.

Kensi, do you copy?

CALLEN: Kensi, you need
to get out of there now.

CALLEN:
Kensi, listen to me.

Get in the truck
and drive away now!

(quietly): Oh, crap.
Spencer Williams is here.

Don't let her leave!

(man speaking Spanish)

What's happening?

Kens?

(speaking Spanish)

Who are you?

Callen?

Callen.

Stand by.

WILLIAMS:
That's funny.

The general didn't say anything
to me about this.

DEEKS:
Callen?

Callen, what's the plan?

Callen!

(engine starts)

That's it, I'm going in!

Deeks, stand down.

Kensi's in trouble.

I'm going to get her.

Deeks, you do this,
you'll both get killed.

Deeks, stop!

All right, then, guys, we need
to get her out of there now.

How many bogeys
in the compound, Eric?

Uh, six that
we've identified,

plus the two-man roving patrol.

CALLEN: Any sign of the general?
Not yet.

NELL:
Hey, guys, this probably

isn't the best time
to tell you this,

but Mosley hopped a jet
last night to Mazatlán.

What, are you serious? What
does she think she's gonna do?

Not a clue.

This could go
seven different ways of bad.

Yeah, Sam, I heard that.
ERIC: I could call in

a bomb threat, try to
flush out the compound.

No. Kensi's already
put them on alert.

Anything else will put them
on total lockdown.

We need to be smart about this.

We need to be fast about this.

Callen, what are we doing?

Give me a second.

DEEKS:
I'm done talking about this.

We need to get her right now.

Give me the camo stick.

Got a knife?

What are you doing?

Something I learned

from watching too much
wrestling as a kid.

Yeah.

Okay, that hurt.

(alarm beeping)

Clear?

Roving threat is neutralized.

Nicely done.

Now what?

Now we get inside.

(groaning)

You ready to roll, Deeks?

Yes. Let's go, let's go!

Kensi, sit tight. We're coming.

So, what was the plan?

Kidnap my son?
Hold him for ransom?

Hmm?

You look like a flaka girl.

You a sicaria
sent here to kill me?

- Hmm?
- No hablo inglés.

Hmm. Okay.

You will be speaking in tongues
by the time the general

and his men
are done with you.

They'll probably

peel that pretty face
right off your skull.

(horn honking)

What the hell?!

(tires screeching)

(men shouting in Spanish)

Guys, I'm free.
I'm going after Derrick.

Stay quick about it, Kens!

(coughing)

(grunts)

I'm still looking for the kid.

(Juana speaking Spanish nearby)

Derrick, I'm here
to take you to your mom. Here.

Watch this. It's okay.

MOSLEY:
Hi, Derrick.

It's me, your mom.

I'm sorry we haven't
seen each other in so long.

I miss you
more than you can imagine.

I'm sending some friends over
to come and get you

and bring you home to me.

You can trust them.
Do what they say.

And I promise we'll call
your father once you come home.

I want you to know
that I love you so much,

and I have missed you so much.

And I can't wait to see you.
All right.

You heard your mom.
You got to come with me, okay?

Okay.

Okay. Put that over
your mouth and nose.

Don't breathe in
the gas outside. Let's go.

Deeks, we're coming out.

I have Derrick.

(coughing)
Go, go, go, go, go!

Over the wall!
Over the wall, Derrick!

Okay. Good boy.

(tires hissing)

(tires screech)

Get in, get in, get in.
Quick.

Stay down, kiddo.
Stay down, stay down.

All right, we got him.
We're out of here.

Hold on. Come on, baby.

DEEKS: You good?
KENSI: Yeah, yeah, we're good.

(gunfire continues)

You had about enough of this?

Oh, yeah.

We're gonna need
another way out of here.

Come with me.

KENSI:
Hang in there, buddy.

We're almost there.
Where are you taking me?

We're gonna go see your mom.
Where's my dad?

Your dad's busy
at work right now.

I need to talk to him.
Okay, maybe later.

Maybe later, all right?
Just hold on tight.

DEEKS: Beale, you better tell
that pilot we're coming in hot.

CALLEN: Deeks, we need some help
getting out of here.

I hear you.
Just give me a minute.

DEEKS: We got to go.
Got to go now.

Come on, hurry up!

Come on, let's go.
I need to talk to my dad.

There's no time.
We got to go, buddy.

Come on, let's go.
Leave me alone!

Hold on! Derrick! Derrick!
MOSLEY: Derrick!

Derrick!

Mom?

Derrick!

Mom!

Mom!

(crying)

Mom.

Come on, we got to go.

We got to go.
We got to go.

Come on, right now.
Go.

Get him on the helicopter.
Run. Go, go, go, go, go!

We got to go. We got to go.
Get in there.

Get a seat belt on.
Let's go.

Kensi!

Baby, there's room.
Get on the helicopter.

No!

I'll go pick up Sam and Callen.
Get on the helicopter!

We stay together!

Let's go!

Kensi!

You good?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Let's get them in the air!
Let's go!

Let me see you.

That was a mistake.
That was your ticket home.

Hold on.

♪
♪

(horses snorting)

(neighing)

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

DEEKS:
We got Callen and Sam.

(sighs) Thank God.

NELL: All right, Callen,
I just sent you

GPS for the second exfil site.

CALLEN:
Copy that. We're on our way.

HETTY:
Tell the pilot

to get ready for takeoff,
Mr. Beale.

Our team will be leaving
in a hurry.

Kens. Kens. Kens!

SAM: Stop, stop, stop!
DEEKS: Oh, my God.

SAM:
They're waiting for us.

DEEKS:
Back up, back up, back up!

Son of a bitch.
Get us out of here, Kens!

Is that a rocket launcher?
Go, go, go, go!

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

Rocket!
Everybody out!

NELL:
Oh, my God.

What the hell was that?

Callen, are you guys all right?

Callen, Sam?

Can you guys hear me?

Kensi, Deeks, anybody?

♪
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== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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