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Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles:

You look and sound worse than when we pulled you out of Laos.

Doctors. They're still trying to figure this out,

but it's probably just a lifetime of bad decisions.

- My time in the Triangle. - Agent Orange?

I'm so sorry.

- Where is Owen Granger? - This is for you.

"Don't blame the doctors or the nurses,

but I've had enough of hospitals for one life,

and I have some unfinished business to take care of.

Be safe. 0G.”

Admiral Albert Jethro Chegwidden,

former Navy SEAL, commander of JAG.

Henrietta called, said she was in trouble.

So here I am, once more unto the breach.

Southern California weather.

We have low clouds and dense fog overnight into our mid-morning hours.

Visibility in some cases is about...

Good morning. You have yourself a beautiful day.

Good morning to you.

Thank you. God bless you. You're a angel.

You know, I need this more than you would ever...

All right, then.

Hello there. How are you today?

Mm-hm. All right.

Hey!

Mr. Mercedes. Mm!

Roll your window down a sec.

Come on. It's another fine day in La La Land.

You should roll your window down. Take it in. Savor it.

What the... Hey. Hey. Stay out of my car, man.

- I said, stay out of my car! - You run, I shoot you.

I got money. I will give you money.

But first, you need to put the gun away and get the hell out of my car.

- Put your seat belt on. - Okay, fine. How's 20? Is 20 good?

It's 53. I don't carry cash on me. I use credit cards.

Look, it's 53 bucks. It's all I have. Take it.

I said, put your seatbelt on.

How long you been in here, Beale? Smells like it's been at least two hours.

It has not been two hours. It's closer to three.

- That thing's not gonna shoot itself. - Promise?

- You wanna talk? - Talk? No, I'm... I'm... I'm fine.

Actually, I'm good.

You know, Nell has switched back to her 2014 shampoo,

you know, the coconut-mango one, so I'm good.

All right. All right. I'll see you in there.

Okay. Sam?

I have not fired my gun since I went undercover at the couples' retreat.

Since you blew up the SUV.

- With a person inside of it. - First time.

Taking a man's life is a horrible thing.

But it was necessary in this case.

I know that, but I wish that I could forget it ever happened.

The opposite. You have to acknowledge what you did,

process it for what it is, a job that had to be done.

It's not for everyone, and that's okay.

That's why those who can handle it protect those who can't.

Did you ever struggle with it?

Yeah, at first I did, but, you know, the path became clear.

Must be nice.

Listen, Beale, only you can decide which side you're on.

Either one is okay, but you can't be both.

- Duty calls. - It always does.

- What do we got? - Not much.

No surveillance video, no solid eyewitnesses,

but VA administrator Robert Bryant was apparently kidnapped

on his way to work this morning in his own car by a homeless man.

There was a kidnapping in broad daylight,

- and no one can ID this guy? - I'd buy it.

People treat the homeless like they're invisible.

A few witnesses say it may have been an older black man,

but that is all we have.

The secretary of the VA would like NCIS' assistance on this case.

Yeah. So they're hoping it was an everyday carjacking,

- and not a disgruntled vet, correct? - Ding, ding, ding.

I'm guessing we're not the only agency working on this.

We're not. And the secretary would, and I quote,

"be obliged if we could find out who did this before anyone else does."

All right. Why don't you two head down to the VA and talk to his coworkers,

see if he had any troubles before this. Sam, what do you think?

- Bryant's house? - Yup.

We could go to Bryant's house. Where's that, in Hancock Park?

Is it a Lloyd Wright? Maybe it's a Wallace Neff.

Kensi here is a Neff-head.

Or we can just ignore you and head to the VA.

Yeah, we can do that too, I guess.

- I don't wanna hear it. - Wasn't even thinking it.

The algorithm is pre-conceptually false.

You can't calculate traffic patterns in a vacuum

- without accounting for human error. - The mighty Sam Hanna is human.

Didn't err, G. Took a principled stance not to use Waze.

I know. That's why we're late.

NCIS Agent Callen. This is my partner, Agent Sam Hanna.

Yeah. NCIS, in the flesh. I just found out you guys existed.

Ha, ha. And you are?

Not allowed to let you inside, but also extremely incredibly sorry about it.

Well, Agent Morris, inside of Bryant's house

is a critical part of our investigation into his kidnapping.

Which is why you'll have full access the millisecond we close ours.

You know, we could work together.

That would be amazeballs. What do you guys have?

Nothing, which is why we need to go inside.

- You owe us one. - Rude. I literally just met you.

And you. I don't owe squat.

The FBI collectively owes us for shooting our friend,

Undersecretary of Defense Duggan.

Well, I'm still not letting you inside.

Then why don't you tell us what you know?

To be honest, not much more than you do.

There's been no ransom call, and Bryant has no obvious enemies.

If you ignore the 9 million vets trying to get help at the VA.

The guy does seem to be living the good life.

Dude owns like 12 Brionis.

How do you think vets would feel if they found out

the guy telling them "no" is walking around in $7,000 suits?

Brioni.

How do you know what that is?

Well, I'm committed to finding a value mate,

and I do my research.

- You sure you're okay? - Yeah, yeah.

Is this because I didn't butter your muffin this morning?

No.

Is this because I made you listen to the Oprah story podcast in the car again?

Look, you and I both know I love Oprah and I love Phil Donahue,

so I'm very conflicted about that whole thing.

Okay. So this is you just being normal?

Yeah, normal.

So you have my ID, my paperwork, everything you could possibly

- need from me. - That's right.

But I still can't see a doctor about the arthritis

- that's keeping me up at night? - That's correct.

- Until I get an initial assessment? - Correct.

And the next available appointment you have for one is eight weeks from now?

- Fifty-three days, to be exact. - Shame.

That is unacceptable, inexcusable and indefensible. Look at her.

She sacrificed for this country. Your job is to thank her for it.

I know. I'm... Ma'am, is he with you?

No, but he took the words right out of my mouth.

Okay, sir, I'm sorry, but please, if you could just take your place

- at the end of the line. - No, ma'am, I'm sorry,

because I cannot do that.

I want this woman seen by a doctor today.

In fact, I want every single fine veteran waiting here seen by a doctor today.

Now, that should cover it. You make it happen.

- Excuse us. Federal agents. - No, no, no, don't touch it.

Nobody touch it. Can you help me with this?

- Everybody, stand back. - What the...?

Okay, that can't be good.

That's him.

Hey, Eric, I'm sending you a surveillance photo.

See if you can ID this guy.

Why? You think he has something to do with the case?

It's not every day that a VA administrator gets kidnapped.

Also, it's not every day a veteran drops 50K like it's nothing.

And when those two days are the same day...

- I'll let you know what I find. - Thanks, Eric.

I'm not a monster.

I don't like turning veterans away. I'm a veteran myself.

But, you know, just like in the service, you follow directives.

Even when you think the ones giving them are fools.

Yeah. I understand that.

What else can you tell us about your boss, Bryant?

- Did you find him yet? - No.

Let's just say that part of me hopes you don't.

Bryant didn't come here to fix things.

If anything, he's benefitting from all this endless red tape.

How so?

Okay. We've been tasked with increasing patient intake

while also reducing wait times.

All the records say that we're meeting our goals, but I'm here to tell you,

we're not even close.

So you think he's cooking the books?

Yeah, and making a nice bonus for himself for a job well done.

The guy that made the scene, has he been in here before?

- No, I don't think so. - All right.

We have to speak to a few more administrators,

but if you think of anything, please don't hesitate to call, okay?

Hey, I remember you. You were injured.

You were in here. I'm glad to see you're better.

Thanks.

You know, that's all we want here. To make people better.

Just wouldn't think it would be so hard.

Thank you.

So our VA Robin Hood is named Charles Langston,

and he roughly matches the description of Bryant's kidnapper.

I was hoping this wasn't the work of a vet.

And a highly decorated one at that. Langston was a Naval commander.

He served three tours in Vietnam.

Discharged in '89, and then worked in package delivery for 20 years.

There's not a lot of money in that. Fifty grand was probably stolen.

- Hence my Robin Hood reference. - Uh-huh.

Bryant's doing pretty well for a civil servant.

His coworkers think he may have cooked the books to line his pockets.

So Langston kidnapped Bryant because he's a corrupt official?

Forced Bryant to withdraw the dirty money

and use it for its original intended purpose.

- I'll look into Bryant's bank accounts. - Hey.

So we just got permission to access Bryant's Mercedes' GPS.

It turns out it's at the veterans' cemetery in the Valley.

Kensi and Deeks are on their way now.

Eric, send me Langston's address. Me and G will go check it out.

- Maybe he'll talk to another Navy man. - Or a Merry Man.

You do bear a striking resemblance to Little John.

Oh, thank you, Friar Tuck.

- Excuse me, Maid Marian. Ma'am. - Yes. Of course. Heh, heh.

I wouldn't take it personally.

I mean, I always fancied you more of an, I don't know, Alan-a-Dale,

the wandering minstrel.

- Because I play a mean lute? - Because you play a mean lute.

- Thank you. - Mm-hm.

Coco mango.

Henrietta?

- Yeah. We've got a situation here. - Wonderful.

Clear.

Clear.

There's gotta be a reason to bring Bryant here, besides the obvious.

I don't think he'd bring him here to kill him.

I mean, it's a place where you honor and respect veterans.

Yeah, but remember our working theory is that Langston believes

that Bryant is doing just the opposite.

- I got fresh prints. - From Bel Air?

I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that.

It's probably for the best.

- Let's go in this direction. - All right, you lead the way.

It was kind of weird being back at the VA hospital, huh?

Yeah, I don't know. I mean, are you okay?

Yeah, as long as I'm not going in as a patient, I'm good.

- Are you okay? - What do you mean?

Um... Well, you have a lot of memories from there too.

Probably more than me. I mean, I was in that coma for weeks,

but you were awake for all of it.

Please, I'm good. You know, my part was easy.

I just showed up, ate the Jell-O and proposed to a girl in a coma.

Yeah, I'm serious.

You were there for me the entire time, and I wasn't there for you.

I mean, I couldn't be.

- Help! - The hell was that?

- It came from there. - Help!

Help!

Okay. Help. Help. Help.

- That probably hurts. - Get me down.

Clear.

Clear.

- Langston's doing a little renovation? - Heh. Needs a new contractor.

- Came from out back. - There's a shed back there.

Okay, we're gonna go on my three.

One.

Two.

- Three. - Drop it, junior.

Admiral?

- Who's this? - Admiral Bridges. Retired, like me.

Sterling, lower your weapon. They're friendlies.

He doesn't look too friendly.

Both of you, lower your damn weapons.

You wanna tell us what the hell's going on here?

- Ah, Miss Jones. - I come bearing the gift of good news.

Kensi and Deeks found Bryant.

Paramedics are en route, but he seems relatively unscathed.

And do we know if Langston did indeed kidnap him?

Not yet.

And what about Langston?

Have Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna been able to locate him?

They have not, unfortunately.

But?

But they did find two other familiar faces.

Oh, bugger.

- You two were on a walk. - Well, I wouldn't call it a walk.

Walk implies exercise, cardio. It was more of a stroll.

We like the neighborhood.

The folks that live around here don't even like this neighborhood.

And it's a total coincidence that this stroll...

Three thousand miles away from where you actually live.

Went right past the home of a man being investigated by NCIS.

So we good?

Well, we didn't even get to the part where you drew firearms on us.

Oh, they were permitted.

Hey, A.J., I think these jokers forget that the last time you saw them,

you saved their hides.

This is the one whose ex-girlfriend tried to kill Henrietta.

Oh, yeah. I see what you mean.

So, what brings you gentlemen to this neck of the woods?

You mentioned a case. You pull anything good?

- We'll ask the questions. - By all means.

Just don't count on us answering any of them.

Just leave it.

Is this the gentleman who kidnapped you?

Yeah, that's him. And, no, I don't know why he came after me.

Ever seen him before? Maybe at the VA?

You mean he really is a vet?

I always assume that homeless people are lying on their little cardboard signs.

You know, homeless vet, single mom, rare and incurable blood disease.

So you never came across him in your capacity at the VA?

I don't... Maybe, maybe not. Honestly, I can't keep track.

The guy's probably just another vet with psychological problems.

The city's swarming with them. Trust me.

Just one more question. Did he ask you for money

- or want you to make a withdrawal? - Nope.

Didn't even ask for the cash I had on me, which is what I was expecting.

These guys are always looking for hand-outs.

Well, Mr. Bryant, this has been, um...

What has this been, Kensi?

- Eye-opening? - It has been eye-opening.

Anytime. Thank you.

Okay. Yeah, sir, could you...? I think he needs his nose packed again.

But, like, really get it in there, okay, because it's...

- Actually, am I allowed to leave now? - Well, I...

You wish. Oh, you think you got FOMO?

You don't even know FOMO. Robert Bryant, you're under arrest.

- Guys, take him away. - You wanna tell me why?

Man up. We found those "lost" patient records from the VA

- that you had stashed at your house. - Ouch.

- Hi. - And you are?

Special Agent Zoe Morris. New face of the FBI. No, for reals.

They're putting me on the homepage and all the recruiting pamphlets.

Cool. Nice to meet you.

Calm down, Sterling.

I outrank you. And I bet I can outrun you.

- And I've got a heck of a lot more hair. - Sterling, put away your weapon.

He's young. He didn't mean to insult you.

- That's where you're wrong. - Gentlemen!

- Hetty. - Henrietta?

Sterling, Mr. Hanna, secure your damn weapons.

Hetty, you wanna tell Abbott and Costello here to cooperate?

And would you kindly tell your lapdogs to leave us the hell alone?

- Goon. - Henrietta. Tell them.

- Unbelievable. - You knew these two would be here.

Mr. Hanna, these are strange times.

How could I possibly know that we were all looking for the same man?

When the Vietnam War was over, officially,

some of us stayed in Southeast Asia, unofficially.

When the military pulled out, they pulled out fast. Left people behind.

Operatives with non-official covers. Our mission was to rescue them.

But our government made clear that we were on our own.

We had to come up with all the money for equipment, fuel, bribes, ransom,

whatever was needed to bring them home.

And Langston was a part of this motley crew?

I would say the Stones. He was our Mick Jagger.

- Oh, please. He was Keith Richards. - I thought I was Keith Richards.

So we finished our mission, we came home, went our separate ways,

and then a few weeks ago, Langston started acting strange.

We were concerned, especially when we found out he was sick

- with a presumptive disease. - Agent Orange?

First, it struck Granger. Now, Langston.

I'm sure the rest of us will soon follow.

Always a ray of sunshine.

So, what is Langston's end game here?

He kidnaps Bryant, drops 50K at the VA?

Oh, I think he's settling old scores.

Shaming the government. Fighting for the disadvantaged.

- Normal bucket-list stuff. - Then why tear his house up?

- You think we did that? - If it wasn't you, then who was it?

Add that to the list of things we'll ask him as soon as we find him.

I'm sorry. Can we just stop for a second here?

Did you say that Granger was involved in this?

He was one of the operatives we stayed to recover.

Hetty, have you heard from him?

Not yet. No one has.

Come on, Henrietta. If he's not already dead, we both know he will be soon.

Guys, a man matching Langston's description.

Just shot up a pawnshop in Hollywood.

Impossible. Langston would never...

He's done a lot of things today he's never done. Send us the address.

Gentlemen, before you go,

if you remember nothing else that we've told you,

let it be that Charles Langston is one of us.

How the hell did you guys beat us here?

Oh, they probably used Waze.

I use it, all right. To know where the sheep are headed.

Most ridiculous concept I've ever heard.

Don't say it.

What? You two have a lot in common.

- They're with us. - Got it.

Why don't you walk us through what happened?

The guy marches in here, demanding money.

I tell him to get lost, he pulls out a gun, shoots the place.

- Did he shoot at you? - Not directly, but look at the place.

I literally didn't know where he was gonna shoot next.

And I swear to you, I only used my gun to protect myself.

We saw the description you gave L.A.P.D. It's a tad vague.

Care to elaborate?

Uh, black, about 6'2", at least 180 pounds,

wore, um, a tan jacket with a bright-blue backpack.

- Could be anyone. - This him?

That's the guy, yes.

- Has he been in here before? - Let me tell you something,

we have our share of crazies, drug addicts, conspiracy theorists,

but I have never seen this guy before in my life.

Yaniv, I am so sorry. I'm here.

- You his lawyer? - Harry Zanetti.

Could I talk with my client for just a minute, please?

Sure thing, Harry.

Excuse me, Harry.

This is not working.

This doesn't smell right.

Why? Because he just ID'd your friend?

You know, I have a suggestion.

Why don't you two head back to the boatshed,

take a step back from it all, just to process?

- Boatshed? - Process?

- What kind of hippy-dippy, - Lame.

- Disrespectful... - BS are you feeding us?

Just a suggestion.

Eric just finished scrubbing the traffic-cam video footage.

Turns out your friend Langston has actually been here twice before today.

That son of a bitch inside is hiding something.

As you can see, Langston's been in your shop more than once.

Where did you get this footage? Do you have a warrant?

We don't need a warrant. It's traffic-cam footage.

Yaniv. We wanna catch this guy,

make sure he doesn't try to hurt you, or anyone else.

And to do that, we need access to your security-cam footage,

your records, we gotta find out what he was pawning.

What you need is a warrant.

Now, are you charging my client with something?

Just because, of course, from where I'm standing, he's the victim.

Is that why your client lied about never having met this man?

Agent Hanna, my client does not work at the store 24/7.

If this man actually entered the shop,

it must have happened at the time when my client was absent.

Simple as that.

Now, my client and I are going to walk out this door,

and I do not believe you are going to stop us.

Thanks.

Yeah. Appreciate it.

Man, I didn't realize kid gloves came in your size.

We got a better case against you two than we have against him.

You keep playing vigilante, I'll put you in your place.

That'll be the day.

Don't mind Sterling. He just doesn't like retirement.

So you guys could use some warrants?

Yeah. Hey, Eric?

See if you can get some warrants to Yaniv's store for his security footage...

His house, his car, his financial records.

Exactly. How long will that take?

I'm confused. The warrants just came in.

You're all set. Wait, you didn't put in the request?

- Not even Hetty works that fast. - Don't look at me.

- He's the damn lawyer. - What can I say, people like me.

Hey, admiral! What's up? We're still on for Titanfall this weekend, right?

I got this amazing recipe for porcini ra...

You two stay here.

Don't touch anything. And don't talk to anyone.

Can we at least brew some coffee?

Here. Knock yourself out.

I'm winning them over.

Callen, Sam. Kensi and Deeks are on their way to the pawn shop

- with a search warrant. - What about Thelma and Louise?

Admiral Chegwidden's car is on the move. It's heading straight for you.

Why are we tracking two retired admirals?

They just helped us with the warrants.

These guys have been running around behind our backs all day.

Now they wanna help us? I don't buy it.

Hopefully they'll lead us right to Langston.

Well, here they come.

Why don't we just ask Hetty where they're going?

- Have you seen Hetty? - No. Where is she?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Oh, no.

Look at that.

Oh, dear.

Hey, babe. Deeks.

- Deeks! - Sorry.

I already sent the security footage to Ops. What did you find around here?

I found this, that you can buy me for my birthday,

and I found something magical. You ready for this?

So I know the boyfriend's not supposed to weigh in

on this sort of thing, but I saw it and I thought that you would look,

you know, absolutely beautiful wearing it. So...

Heh. Um...

That's really pretty. It's beautiful.

What just happened? Did I just say something idiotic?

- No. No, I'm fine. - What's going on?

Baby.

Since I lost my dad, I was, um...

I was hoping to ask Granger to walk me down the aisle.

Yeah.

And he would've...

He would've loved that.

If we're done here, we should probably go to Yaniv's house. Are you done?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Here's Langston coming in this morning, guns a-blazing.

Huh. Seems to corroborate Yaniv's story.

But let us travel back in time 24 hours, shall we?

There's Yaniv. Maybe he forgot Langston's face?

Like those people sitting in traffic this morning?

I mean, that's what I thought,

but clearly Yaniv is taken with whatever Langston is pawning.

Well, whatever's in that bag has to be worth at least the 50K.

Langston brought to the VA.

And obviously, something worth killing over.

Looks like they stopped around the next corner.

Make the turn, pull over.

That's their SUV.

They're just sitting there.

Maybe they got lost.

You remember the first time we met Granger?

How could I not?

You drew on him and knocked him to the ground.

I thought he had kidnapped Hetty

and rigged the entire boatshed with explosives. We all did.

- Granger was a sly fox. - Yeah.

Remind you of anyone?

These guys couldn't hold a candle to Granger.

They don't have his skill, they don't have his cunning,

they don't have his dry sense of humor.

Hold on.

What the...?

You fellas lost?

- How the hell did you make us? - Simple. I got eyes, son. Ha-ha-ha.

What was that you were saying about them not having any skill?

Maybe Granger taught them a few things, all right?

Then they learned from the best.

Hi. I'm Marty Deeks, L.A.P.D.

This is Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.

We're here to talk to Yaniv ASAP.

- Yaniv is not home. - That doesn't really matter,

because we have a search warrant for this very, very large house.

Wow, I'm just noticing now how massive this house is.

Yeah, we should probably get some extra agents out here.

- What do you think? - We're probably gonna need, like, 12.

It's too bad, because we had dinner plans tonight.

- Just wait here. - Yeah, I think we'll wait inside.

Thanks.

I will be right back.

So dinner? What do you wanna do? You wanna cook or what?

I could cook, but... I'm just spit-balling here.

- Maybe you could cook. - What? I don't cook. You know that.

Sure you do. You made cookies for Christmas.

I thought that'd be a catalyst for a whole new culinary Kensi.

First, that's not cooking, that's baking.

Second, what, you want cookies for dinner?

- Sure, I love cookies for dinner. - I'll make cookies for dinner.

Great. We're having cookies for dinner. Yaniv!

This is taking too long. Hello?

We're coming in. We got that search warrant to your very, very large house,

evidently paid for with pawn-shop money.

There you are. Did Yaniv get lost? I understand it's a really big house.

Gun!

Guns, plural!

You happy? You finally got me in the kitchen.

We're on the scene. What's Kensi and Deeks' location?

They're pinned down in the kitchen.

- Almost out. You? - Same.

Pretty soon, we're gonna be throwing pots and pans.

G, G!

You gotta be kidding me.

Looks like you need some help.

Turn around and drive out of here now!

Shooter's on the balcony.

If you still want us to leave, I'm gonna need your keys.

- That's definitely not happening. - You wanna help us?

- Give us some cover. - You got it.

Go.

Drop your weapon!

- Kens, Deeks, you okay? - Yeah, I'm out.

Here you go.

- Set. - One, two, three.

Yo.

- Good? - Clear!

What the hell is happening up there? You said there were two of them!

There are more now. We need to leave!

You're gonna slow us down.

We got what we need. Kill him.

Federal agents!

Yaniv!

Langston. Langston. How did he open that door?

I don't know. I didn't see.

You okay, buddy? Hang in there, all right?

- Deeks, get Langston out of here. - I'm on it. I got it. I got it.

All right.

All right, buddy. You're okay.

- You got him? - I got him, I got him.

- You good? I'm securing the house. - Yeah, go. Let's get you out of here.

Eric, Yaniv escaped on a road south of his property.

Find him.

Well, if the bullets didn't get him, the fall sure did.

Charles, you look like hell.

A.J. Sterling.

- They got my key. - What key?

You two hard of hearing? What key?

- We're gonna need a ride. - Come on. You get shotgun.

It's over here.

- You keep yours on a keychain? - It's a key.

Unbelievable. All yours, A.J.

You guys wanna see something cool?

Yeah.

- I want all of it. - This is impressive.

Thought you might appreciate it.

Oh, no, no.

Come on. Damn it!

That's unfortunate.

- What's the problem? - Might as well.

Remember how I said we had to raise all the money

for our mission in Southeast Asia?

It inspired a bit of creativity on our part.

We got creative as hell.

We managed to rescue Granger and all the other operatives

without spending one damn dime of that ransom money,

- but that left us with another problem. - Yeah, what to do with all that money.

It's almost 40 years later, and we're still trying to figure that out.

The idea was to use it for good, but that's easier said than done.

So, what's so hard about that? Just donate the money.

It wasn't money, Mr. Hanna.

It was gold.

One million dollars' worth when we came home in 1978.

Today, those gold bars are worth a cool 40 million.

Minus the one I sold to Yaniv.

And I'm assuming he has it all now.

Once we were stateside, I was in charge of it.

Kept it here in this electronic safe.

Okay. So how did Yaniv know where it was?

His goons didn't beat it out of you, right?

Of course not.

They didn't have to. Did they?

I found that at your house, Charles.

There was a little cubby behind it. Empty.

I kept a journal in there.

It had this container's location

- and the code to the safe. - Damn it, Charles.

You know better than to write things down.

Man, I don't know what I know anymore. I had to write it down.

I keep losing things. Names, faces.

Is it my condition? My age?

I sold that gold bar because I just wanted to do some good

in the time I have left.

Let's go get that gold.