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- Think he's gonna show?
- Be patient.

She said he comes out at 8:00
like clockwork.

Am I shooting or you?

No, you lost your shooting
privileges after that INDO in Van Nuys.

So, what, I make one little
mistake and that's it?

This one's too important
for another little mistake.

Well, if he don't show soon,
I'm gonna burn down

this whole hillside.

It's "burn up," not "down."

What?

Sure, it's a
nuance, but no,

you're gonna light the
place on fire, are you?

Now I got to deal
with semantics, too?

Shh, shh, here he comes.

Oh, look
at that plumage.

I told you
he'd be worth it.

This is me
eating my words.

The hell was that?

Find the candy.

Are you all right?

Find the candy.

Call 911!

Don't move.

♪ NCIS: LA 10x16 ♪
Into the Breach
Original Air Date on March 3, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Bill, bill, bill.

Oh, look at this!

Another late
wedding RSVP.

Oh, just barely three months
past the deadline.

Yours or mine?

Survey says...

Cousin Mortimer,

House Blye.

How well do you know this
guy? Can we just pretend

- we didn't get it?
- It is not a problem,

because my Great Uncle Oliver
canceled, so I will just put

- Mortimer right in there.
- That's not the point.

These things just... they
keep showing up like this.

And they're late.
And-and the to-do list

just keeps
getting longer.

And I-I... And the time - Honey.
just keeps ticking and tocking

and ticking and tocking and
we haven't even begun to start.

Okay. Deeks.

There's 13 things

we haven't even... What? What?
- Deeks. Deeks, stop.

Inhale, exhale.

Now say it with me.

It's gonna be okay.

It's going to be...

okay.

Wow.

It's amazing
how you do that for me.

- That's why you're marrying me.
- That's why I'm marrying you.

- Wedding emergency!
- Oh, my God!

I just got my dress back
from the tailor,

who I told to take one inch
off the bottom,

and he definitely took more.

And now I'm worried that
it's borderline inappropriate.

What do you think?
I'm guessing it's totally...

Can't unsee that.

- I knew it.
- Ah! You said "inch."

Looks more like a foot.

I knew it.

Now, do I dare take it back

and trust him to do it right

or do I just scrap the whole
thing and buy a new one?

I don't have time
to hem it myself, which is what

- I should have done in the first place.
- Do you see where I get it?

- It's okay.
- It's not okay.

- She's freaking out.
- How's the rest

of the party's tailoring?
And what about

- the speeches?
- Not great.

Do not let
Uncle Bob grab the mic.

Shouldn't you be studying
for the health inspection?

'Cause they're gonna be asking
us all sorts of questions.

Who needs to study?

I've seen every episode
of Kitchen Nightmares. Twice.

Twice.
You're watching a show?

- That's not preparation. Kensi.
- Yeah.

Is this your to-do list?

Mm-hmm. Yeah,
I got it under control.

- Oh, my God, honey. It's so long.
- No, it's okay.

Are you sure you don't
need me to come to work today?

- Because I could come to work today.
- You have had this inspection

scheduled for weeks.

We can do without you for a day.

Don't know if that's true.

Speaking of which,

I am needed at the boatshed.

Are you sure-sure
you don't need me?

#SorryNotSorry.

I could come with you.

Just sit in the car,
like a Labrador...

Bye!

...retriever.

I can help you
with one of these.

"Choose song
for the mother-son dance."

Unnecessary.

Why did you
just cross that off?

- 'Cause I don't want to do it.
- No, no, no.

No, we are absolutely
doing a mother-son dance

at my wedding.

I don't think so, honey.

Mama.

Wha... N... Mama.

- Talk to the hand.
- Mother!

Don't you walk away from me!

You joined a secret society

of mathletes
and you're honor-bound

- not to reveal their existence.
- Nope.

You decided to go full L.A.

and try that goat yoga class
that Nell told us about?

No, again.
And why is it

that you're so concerned
with what I did last night?

Well, 'cause it's not often that
we roll into Lakers tickets,

especially now that
LeBron is in town.

And it is certainly not often
that you would pass on such

an opportunity,
citing vague

preexisting plans.

No elaboration.
Just... plans.

Which you conveniently
never mentioned to me before.

So, yeah,

color me curious.

Agent DeChamps.

Agent DeChamps.

Sam. Callen.

What brings you to town?

Testified at a sentencing
hearing yesterday. Sam mentioned

Deeks would be gone,
so I figured I'd stick around,

lend a hand if I could.

When exactly
did Sam mention that?

Last night.
We met for drinks.

Drinks--
really?

- Interesting.
- Is this

- a bad time?
- Couldn't be better, actually.

Good. I think.

Uh, we have a case.

Don't start.
I got nothing.

Jazz hands.

Special Prosecutor.

You hide your
disappointment well.

No Fatima?

She finished

the last of her paperwork
and was sent down to San Diego.

Which is a real bummer
because I wanted

to take her to the Women
in Technology panel tomorrow.

She hasn't been officially
stationed yet,

and did say that she really
liked Los Angeles, so...

- Fingers crossed.
- Yeah.

I thought you said
there was a case.

Sorry.

Okay, we have
a car accident

in the Hollywood Hills.
One dead.

That's not our usual
jurisdiction.

Well, this isn't your
usual car accident.

Or at least,
it might not be.

The deceased driver,

Rebecca Frazier-- she was
a writer for the L.A. Ledger

and she was working on a story

about a classified
Marine op from last year.

Good road conditions,
single vehicle--

could just be a random
car accident, or...

Could be something more.

Due to the sensitive nature
of Rebecca's story,

SECNAV wants extra scrutiny
on the investigation.

Hmm.
Any signs of foul play?

Well, according to the two men
who found her,

her last words were
"Find the candy."

We're not exactly sure
what she meant by that,

but we're looking into it.

How about the classified
operation she was writing about?

No, nothing on that yet, either.

But I may be able to help.

Emphasis on "may."

Information requests
often get answered much quicker

when they come from the
special prosecutor's office.

Uh, Kensi has
been briefed

and she is talking to Rebecca's
editor now at the boatshed.

Great. DeChamps, why
don't you join her?

Sam and I will head to the site.

I'm sorry, again,
for your loss.

God, I still
can't believe this.

I mean, I was just
having lunch with her yesterday.

Did Rebecca tell
you anything

about the story
she was working on?

Hannah, I'm
here to help.

I know it had something
to do with the military,

but I promise you, all I want
to do is uncover the truth.

I believe you.

But I'm not so sure
I believe in the system.

Just because you don't
want this story buried,

that doesn't mean
it won't still happen.

Did Rebecca have
any enemies?

We all do.

Comes with the territory.
Okay,

but had she received
any recent threats?

One.

It was mailed,
no return address.

Nothing to identify the sender
other than the postage mark

from Los Angeles...

What?

She had been trying to reach
a retired Marine

named Odell Ikande.

Okay.
Seemed like he didn't want

to speak with her.

If I was gonna start anywhere,

it would be there.
Find the candy.

Witnesses said

Rebecca's last words
were "Find the candy."

I think she
may have been

trying to say "Find Ikande."

So, you, DeChamps, drinks.

Are we really not gonna
talk about this?

There's nothing to talk about.
She had a rough day at court,

she needed to vent,
I was happy to hear her out.

Well, in some cultures, they
would consider that a date.

It was absolutely
not a date.

Where'd you go?

I just need to have
the whole picture here.

- Spire 73.
- Spire 73.

- Yeah.
- Well, that is very upscale.

And?

What kind of shoes
were you wearing?

What do you think,
I wore certain shoes

'cause I wanted
to impress her?

Well, welcome to ten years
of partnership.

You're something else,
you know that?

Mm-hmm.

Single set of skid marks,
no signs of braking.

Hmm, maybe they were
trying to avoid something

in the road
and they lost control.

Maybe.

No sign they tried to correct.

Mechanical failure?

Opens up the
possibility of sabotage.

Well, hopefully, the car

can tell us more.
Looks kind of muddy down there.

Good thing you're not wearing
your Air Jordan 11 Space Jams.

Huh? Am I right?

Sergeant Odell Ikande.

He's a former
MARSOC Marine,

multiple tours to Afghanistan

- and he received the Purple Heart.
- Hmm.

Looks like he was ready
to reenlist

when he abruptly
withdrew his paperwork

after being wounded
during a classified mission.

That could be the one
Rebecca was looking into.

What can you tell me
about the op?

No more details.

They've been redacted,
but we'll look into it.

However, HQMC
has his last known address

listed in Hancock Park.

Okay. DeChamps is on her way.
We'll check it out.

Sending it to you now.
Thanks.

All right,
thanks, Nell.

We got a new
person of interest.

Sergeant Odell Ikande,
former MARSOC.

I'd feel a lot better about this
if we had solid evidence

of foul play.

You and me both.

It's a lot of damage.

I mean, sabotage or not, it's
gonna be tough to figure out

if this was mechanical.

G.

Or maybe the sabotage
wasn't mechanical at all.

What is that, a homemade
cell site simulator?

Newer cars use cell connections
for entertainment

and navigation systems.

If someone used this to access
the car's computer...

They could've hijacked control
of the automated steering

and sent it off the road.

Hackers have been warning about
these techniques for years.

Ikande went through
electronic warfare training.

It wouldn't be a
stretch to think

that he could've made this.

And if he did...

We have a highly-trained Marine
on the loose,

willing to kill
to cover something up.

So what would you say the range
is on this thing, Eric?

It's homemade,
so it's hard to say.

Maybe, mile, tops?

Whoever planted it had
to be closer than that.

They had to know when to
send her over the edge.

Well, they could've been
following her.

Well, there are limited
ways into the canyon,

so it shouldn't be too difficult
to find where she entered

and see if anyone
was tailing her.

Yeah, well,
let us know what you find.

We're on our way back.

Mama, come on. How come
you won't want to do

a mother-son dance
for the wedding?

There's no good songs.
If you really look,

all the usuals are
about romantic love.

It's inappropriate and creepy.

Okay, then we find
a deeper cut

that's appropriate
and not creepy.

How about "Mother,"
by Danzig?

I'm joking. It's a joke.
How about "Forever Young"?

It's about nuclear war.

No, the other "Forever Young."

You hate Rod Stewart.

The other other other
"Forever Young" by Bob Dylan.

Meh.

Meh? Really?

Okay, now I know
you're just being difficult,

because you love Bob Dylan.

I did love Bob Dylan,
before he decided

he was too good
for the Nobel Prize.

You know who's too good
for the Nobel Prize?

- Tell me.
- Not Einstein.

Good enough for Einstein,
good enough for Dylan.

- Who's in charge here?
- That's a great question.

Considering it's my wedding
we're talking about.

Jeffrey Kelly,
Department of Public Health.

- Oh.
- Oh, hi.

- Hi. Come on in.
- Interesting.

Interesting?

This isn't over.

Hey, um, Mr. Kelly,
can I get you a cup of coffee?

Never touch the stuff.
Really?

How about a drink?
Sorry.

So your testimony was related
to the Marca investigation?

- No, before that.
- Oh.

My last protection detail.

- Oh, Congressman Guzman, right?
- Right.

Well, you know, I've had my fair
share of time on the stand,

so if you ever need
somebody to talk to.

Kensi.

Yeah, I see it.

Odell Ikande?

It's NCIS.

Ready?
Yeah.

Federal agents.

Clear.
Clear. No signs of distress.

Yeah, I got
fresh groceries here.

Federal agents.
Identify yourself.

I'm Ruya Ghanem.

How do you know Odell Ikande?

He's my roommate.

Major Perkins,

thanks for taking the time
to talk to me.

Sorry to hear Sergeant Ikande
may be mixed up in your case.

He was a great Marine
dealt a tough hand.

We have reason to believe
that our deceased reporter

was looking into
Sergeant Ikande's final mission.

Can you tell me
something about it?

I'm sure you're aware
that information's classified.

And I'm sure you're aware
that I have advanced clearance.

Understood.

But it is an ongoing operation.

I'm on the same team, Major.

I'm not asking you
to jeopardize your personnel,

but you must be able to give me
some kind of a context.

Going secure.

If your reporter was interested
in Sergeant Ikande's part

of the mission,
they wouldn't find much.

In the broadest terms,

we had Intel on a high-value
target in Afghanistan.

Sergeant Ikande
and his fireteam were set in,

to report back
if they made a positive ID.

But before they could, HQ
received an emergency phone call

from civilian contractors under
attack in a nearby village.

So they were pulled out
to rescue the contractors.

Wasn't uncommon.
Rebels didn't want us

getting too close
with the locals,

target slipped away before we
could get another team on-site.

Been in the wind ever since.

What about the rescue?

Once the objective changed,
the op was out of my hands.

All I can say for certain...

is that it went sideways.

It was bad.

Sergeant Ikande was able
to rescue the contractors,

but lost his four men
in the process.

He never returned to duty.

I've reached out to him
several times, but no response.

Tough hand's an understatement.

Sergeant Ikande
went through hell.

I can't begin to imagine
where his head's at.

He was one of the best Marines
I had ever commanded.

If you have to take him in,
try to keep him safe.

We will.
Thank you, Major.

Ruya Ghanem. Recently immigrated
from Tajikistan,

- everything else checks out.
- Thanks, Eric.

Here you go.
Sorry about that.

It's okay.

When did you last see Odell?

This morning. He went
to work, just like normal.

He does maintenance
at the mosque

on Glendale Avenue.

Did Odell ever speak to a
reporter named Rebecca Frazier?

Why?

Because, unfortunately,

she was killed
in an accident this morning.

What does this
have to do with Odell?

Maybe nothing.

But we think he might have
information that would help

with the investigation,
and we'd like to talk to him.

I just have one
more question.

Did Odell ever tell you anything
about his time in the Marines?

No.
He's very private

about this time of his life.

Got to feel for the guy.

Lose one man, it sticks with
you the rest of your life.

You lose four?
Well,

if he still felt guilty
about his guys,

and Rebecca was gonna
go public with that,

he might not
have taken it well.

But enough to kill?

We got to find out what happened
on that rescue mission.

We are working on it.

Well, in the meantime,

a street cam caught
Rebecca's car turning

onto the canyon road.

And a moment later,
this white van

makes the same turn.

But if we skip forward...

The same white van returns
only 15 minutes later,

which times out perfectly with
the location of the accident.

Hey. Kaleidoscope got
a hit on the van.

It got off the 170 in North
Hollywood eight minutes ago.

We're on it.

Okay.

Looks like they pulled into
an alley just ahead of you.

Copy that.

Federal agents!
Show us your hands.

Don't do it.

Looks like these guys were
about to torch the van.

Yeah, but still no Ikande.

Looks like your dead men are
Diego Marin and Felix Gamero.

A couple of misdemeanors between
them, but nothing of note.

However, both men have reported
ties to a gang called

- Imperio Azteca.
- And get this.

After leaving the site
of Rebecca's accident,

the van headed
towards Ikande's mosque.

Maybe Ikande hired them
to do his dirty work,

keep his hands clean.

What do you have on Aztecas?

Not much.

They're relatively
new players, so we don't even

- have any known hangouts.
- We got a bunch of

parking tickets
from the 3500 block

of San Fernando.
What's there?

Uh, looks like a strip mall

We got a liquor store,
laundromat,

donut shop.
We have a winner.

I'm in the mood
for a cheat day.

Thought you said
that yesterday.

Let's do it.

Just sent you the
after action reports

from Sergeant Ikande's
rescue mission.

Apparently, they were
only able to escape

under the cover
of a drone strike,

which caused collateral losses
in the village.

Okay, well, that could
be something else

Ikande wanted to keep quiet.

Whoa, there's a lot
of information here.

It's gonna take us a while
to sort through.

It looks like the civilian
contractors Ikande rescued

were working
for a Schenley Electrical.

They're no longer
operating abroad,

but they do
have an office

in Inglewood, and that is run
by a Phillip Beckett.

He's one of the men
Ikande saved.

Now, Ikande's phone records
show the last call he made

was to Beckett's number.

Send Schenley's location
to Kensi and DeChamps.

Yeah.
Yep.

Hi, we're here to talk
to Phillip Beckett.

Thanks.

That's ideally the way
I'd like...

Phillip Beckett.

- Can I help you?
- Hi.

Yes. We are NCIS.

We are hoping you could
answer some questions

about Sergeant Odell Ikande.

Uh... uh...

Could you
give us a minute?

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Sorry, it's a...
a sensitive subject.

- We went through a lot over there.
- Sure.

Uh, why-why do you want
to know about Sergeant Ikande?

He may be connected to
a case we're working on.

We were just hoping you could
fill in some of the blanks

about your rescue.

Well, it all happened fast.

Um, one minute, we're repairing
the village's generator,

the next we're...

pinned down under heavy fire.

I mean, i-if it wasn't for
Sergeant Ikande and his team,

I wouldn't be here today.

Did you stay in touch
with him afterwards?

Not really.

But then, this morning,
he calls out of the blue.

Only, he's not making sense.
He's-he's rambling.

You know,
something about a car crash.

I was worried,
but he hung up

before I could
get any more info.

I was hoping it was just
an episode, you know,

PTSD or something.

Did he say
anything about

where he was
or where he was going?

No, he didn't.
I-I'm sorry.

I wish I could help more.

I owe the guy big-time.

It's okay.
Thank you.

Huh.

If Beckett was really worried
about Sergeant Ikande,

he would have called him back.

Well, according
to the phone records,

he didn't receive
any more calls.

Would be hard to turn down
someone down

who saved your life
if they asked for help.

You think Beckett's
covering for him?

Check it out.

Let's see where he goes. He
might lead us right to Ikande.

Hey.

You know, when I said
you had to be present,

I didn't mean
quite this present.

Can I ask you a question?
Of course.

If you went to a wedding and
there was no mother-son dance,

would that be weird?

Depends. Do the mom and son
hate each other?

They're starting to.
That's not the point, Mom.

It's gonna be weird
if we don't do it.

Weirder than if we dance
to an inappropriate song?

There's plenty
of great songs.

Jeffrey, help me out here.

Somehow, I don't think

this is really about
the music selection.

Okay. All right.
Mama,

talk to me.
What's going on?

Kensi's a great dancer.

Her mom's a great dancer.

Me?
I got two left feet, honey.

How am I gonna
compete with that?

All right, first off,
it's not a competition.

Of course it is. All weddings
are, especially in our family.

Who looked the best,
who gave the best speech.

I don't want them talking about
me behind my back, Marty.

I don't want to look like a fool
in front of everybody.

Wait, are you serious?
Is that what you think

is gonna happen?

Mama...

I don't mean
to interrupt,

but the supply closets
are where?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Let me just show you.
It's right here.

If, in your opinion,

this high-scale drink
between two single people

does not constitute a date,
what-what exactly does?

You're not gonna
let this go, are you?

Not any time soon.

Going on dates is about more
than just where you go,

or what you wear.
It's about intent.

And what was your intent?

To be a good friend to someone
who's been a good friend to me.

Well, you know,

sometimes good friendships
can evolve into more.

That's right. You and I--
we're just gonna stay friends.

Okay.

I'll try not to take it personally.

Can I help you?
Hope so.

NCIS.

Vamanos. Vamanos.

Huh.

Something we said?

Let me ask you
a question.

Recognize either of these guys?

Tough to say.

This is a busy place.
I-I see a lot of faces.

What about those
guys who just left?

Oh, they mostly just hang out
and drink our crappy coffee.

You ever listen
to what they're talking about?

Uh...

Not good to be
eavesdropping, man.

You need, like,
warrants and stuff for that.

You know what you don't
need a warrant for?

Health violations.

Mm.
And I see plenty of them.

Improper use of gloves,
no hair restraints.

You know, our colleague
is actually with the inspector right now,

so if you'd like, we
could just call him...

A-All right, all right.

They mostly speak Spanish,

but I've picked up
on some things.

They roll with a crew
called the Imperio Azteca.

Mm-hmm.

Write that down.

Mental note.

Between you and me,

I think they're planning
a race war.

Yeah. They're angry dudes.
And I've heard them

say blanco a lot.

I mean, my-my grade school
Español is a bit rusty,

but I know that means white.
Ooh.

Whitey.

The Man.

But, uh,

you didn't hear that from me.

No. Definitely not.

Mm-hmm.
Uh-uh.

Of course not.

Wow.

Got a future.
Yeah.

Well, should we get a donut?

I wouldn't let Otis eat here.

He loves donuts.

You can't feed donuts
to a sea lion.

I mean, let alone
the beer you give him.

It's light beer.
Everyone deserves a cheat day.

Looks like he's stopping.

Let's wait here.

Was it hard for you?

What?

- Testifying?
- You kidding?

Reliving all those decisions?
It was hard to feel

like I was not on trial.

I've felt on trial
since the day it happened.

Protection's an assignment
of split seconds.

Some agents go an entire career
without seeing

a credible threat
in the field, but...

if you do, the rest
of your life, you're judged

by what you do in those
fractions of a second.

If you get it wrong...

You didn't get it wrong.

You saved your protectee.

At the cost of his son.

Look, every good agent
makes mistakes.

And you are a great agent.

You got to forgive yourself.

That's easier said than done.

Beckett's on the move again.

Okay.

That's Ikande.

Don't spook him.

Knife!

Hey!

I got Ikande!

Federal agent!
Don't make me do it!

Eric, I'm gonna
need an ambulance.

Out of the way.
Out of the way.

Hey.

Where's Beckett?

So the man with the knife
died en route to the hospital,

but we've ID'd him
as Juan Hernandez.

He's a suspected assassin
with ties to...

any guesses?

What is Imperio Azteca?

Ding, ding, ding.
That's the Daily Double.

Or triple, in this case.

But at the boardwalk, Hernandez
was going after Ikande.

Which means if Sergeant Ikande
was working with Azteca,

something may have gone south
between them.

Or maybe they were never
working together at all.

Well, either way,
there is one person

who can set the
story straight.

Sorry I ran.
Hmm.

I just didn't know who to trust.

I swear, I want to help.

Why don't you
start by telling us

your connection
to Imperio Azteca?

I have no idea what that is.

So you didn't hire them
to kill Rebecca Frazier?

Kill her?

I was working with her.

I'm not a violent man.

Since I left active duty

my faith has been the most
important thing to me.

That's why I took
the job at the mosque.

But that wasn't always the case.

Innocent blood
has been on my hands.

The drone strike

that allowed you to escape
with the contractors.

Because of my team's
involvement,

those villagers' stories
were never properly told.

I was working with Rebecca
to change that.

Mm-hmm.
So what happened?

You tell me.

All I know is someone tried
to abduct me from the mosque.

I was able to escape,

but then I saw what happened
to Rebecca on the news.

It seemed like it couldn't
be a coincidence,

so I contacted the only other
person I could think of

who was connected to the story.

Phillip Beckett.

Somebody's trying to keep

the story from getting out.

The only other people
with something to lose

are the contractors.

Beckett did bolt
from the boardwalk.

Was there anything strange
about the rescue?

It was a nightmare.

Some tiny village in Farah,

not even sure
it'd show up on any maps.

Awful approach,

no good cover.

We reached the contractors, but
getting out was another problem.

The enemy was much stronger

than reported:
well-armed and well-trained.

Certainly didn't seem
like the ill-equipped rebels

we usually dealt with.

Maybe they weren't.

The main crop in Farah is opium.

The poppy trade is
controlled by the warlords.

But why would they have attacked
the contractors?

Our friend from the donut shop

might be onto something.

Blanco is also
the nickname for heroin,

which is made from...

Opium.

Yeah.

So there might be
something to this, guys.

Uh, Schenley lost their
contract in Afghanistan

shortly after the rescue,

but the company's
spending practices

certainly did not reflect that.

And from a glance
at social media,

neither did the lifestyles
of their execs.

Even more incriminating,
the generator that Schenley was

supposedly repairing
during the attack

had failed once a month
like clockwork

over the past year.

While the other 27 generators
Schenley installed

over that same period of time

had three collective failures.
That's a start,

but how would they get
the drugs back here?

After every time that specific
generator was repaired,

Schenley sent back equipment
listed as broken.

It was mostly trucks.

Empty the gas tanks,

you could fit a hell of a lot
of opium in there.

Do it once a month for a year,
you got a serious stockpile.

But then their deal with the
local warlord goes south.

He tries to take them out,
but Ikande's fireteam

comes to the rescue
having no idea about the drugs.

And no one's any the wiser

until Rebecca starts
digging into Ikande's story.

Okay.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Guys, it looks like all
of Schenley's broken equipment

was routed to a warehouse
near their office in Inglewood.

It would be risky
to move it again.

It's a good chance they're
refining the heroin there.

It still amazes me
how you people

can pull something like that

out of a hat
and yet still be so...

you.

I'll get
a warrant authorized.

Armed guard out front.

Got him.

In position.

On your mark.

Go, go.
Federal agent! Drop your weapon!

Federal agents!

DeChamps!
No shot. You?

No. Callen, Sam!

Where are you guys?

Never mind.

Clear.

Clear.

Looks like we were right.

They were processing it
right here.

Something's off.

Not enough protection.

Yeah. So where's the
rest of the gang?

Guys, you got to see this.

Beckett must think

Ikande escaped
at the boardwalk

because he just sent
this video to his cell.

Why'd you have
to start digging, Odell?

Look what you made me do.

- Who's this?
- That's Ikande's roommate,

Ruya.

Ruya's not just my roommate.

She's a survivor
of the drone attack.

She's the one who brought
Rebecca the story.

Ruya came over from Tajikistan,

but her family's originally
from Afghanistan.

They were visiting her aunt
in the village

when the contractors
came under attack.

She lost both of her parents
and her brother

in the drone strike.

How did you find her?

I didn't.

She found me.

Her family had
been trying

to immigrate for years

and was finally
was granted a spot.

She arrived alone

and contacted Rebecca,
who tracked me down.

I avoided her
at first.

But once I learned who Ruya was,
I knew I owed her something.

Anything.

So I agreed to take her in

and give Rebecca
my side of the story.

I'm sorry I didn't tell
you about her before.

She's...

she's already
been through so much.

Is that them?

They want to meet
at the old zoo in an hour.

Well, we better act fast.
If Beckett finds out that Ruya's

a survivor of the drone strike,
he's gonna kill her.

It's risky

putting Ikande in play.

We could use a double, but...
No.

Use me.

It's the best way
to keep her alive.

We can't force you to do this.

If you're willing, you'd be
operating of your own accord.

If it is my time,

then I leave my fate to Allah.

I'll gladly give up my life if
that means Ruya gets hers back.

Once a Marine...

Always a Marine.

The REACT team's almost done
sealing the perimeter.

Copy that.

What do you got, Eric?
Uh, only about half

the zoo's security cameras
still work,

but I'm seeing a few figures

between you and Callen
in that clearing.

I got Beckett

and a few other gunmen.

I count five.

Any sign of Ruya?
No, not yet.

Uh, hold on,
there's a sixth guy.

He's hanging out
by the old enclosures.

DeChamps, there should be
an accessway to your left.

Got it.

Moving closer.

Okay, we're in position.

Ikande, try to get
Beckett talking.

Get Ruya out
while he's distracted.

Thanks for coming,
Odell.

How could you?

What-- decide to make
a little extra money

from that godforsaken country?

Everyone else was.

I lost four good men
rescuing you.

I thank you for that,
I-I really do.

Have you thanked
the villagers who died?

That was regrettable,

but unnecessary if we could have
just negotiated

a new deal.

Ruya's secure.

Let's go.

Why couldn't you just let it go?

Some things can't be let go.

Ain't that the truth.

Federal agents!
Drop it!

Go ahead.

Ikande.

Do it.

You're not mine to judge.

Semper Fi.

Odell.

Rogers says it looks
like Schenley Electric

was the money and brains
behind Imperio Azteca all along.

So they created
a Mexican street gang

to hide where the drugs
were coming from.

- Shrewd.
- Not shrewd enough.

Schenley's offices are being
raided and Rebecca's editor

is gonna finish her story with
the help of Ikande and Ruya.

That's a nice ending.

Thanks for last night, Sam.

I needed that.

And if I can ever do the same
for you, let me know.

Absolutely.

Hopefully it won't take another
trial to get us together again.

I have a feeling it won't.

Good night, Sam.
Good night.

Good night, Callen.

Night.

Don't start.

I'm not in the mood.

I know you said that

whatever happened last
night wasn't a date...

Because it wasn't.

But if it was...

...you know that's okay, right?

I appreciate that, G.

But I don't know what
I'm looking for right now,

and I'm not in
any rush to find it.

And there's nothing wrong
with that.

I mean, even the big man's

got to take baby steps
once in a while.

See?

And you were doing so well.

One for two with
heartfelt moments?

Come on, that's not half bad.

That's exactly half bad.

That's one for two.

We can't all be
mathletes, all right?

For the last time,
it's Junior Math Olympian

Never heard of it.

Finally finished.

Only one minor
violation,

exceptional for new owners.

Thanks, Mr. Kelly,
I'll tell Martin.

On a personal note...

...if given the chance to dance,

always dance.

What are you doing, Marty?

You, me, dance floor,
right now.

We're doing this.

Everybody's looking.

Don't worry about them,
don't worry about anybody,

'cause the truth is that I will
look like a fool ten times over

before I ever let you look
like a fool in front of anybody.

Even if that means
I have to accidentally trip

and Huck my carcass into
the chocolate fountain

at my own wedding.

Nice and easy,
it's not so bad, right?

Speak for yourself.

Hey.

It doesn't matter
who's watching.

Doesn't matter what
dress you're wearing.

It doesn't matter
what we're dancing to.

'Cause the only thing
that matters

is you did a great
job with me, Mama.

And I want everybody
to know that.

More importantly,
I want you to know that.

You know that, right?

Oh, thanks, Boo.

Do you think you can manage
that at the wedding?

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

You ready for
the big finish?

What big finish?

Trust me.

Come here. Oh, wow.

We're gonna dance
like we're in the '60s,

like we're hippies?

I was a good hippie.

I bet you were
the best hippie.

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