All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S08 E22 Eng Sub

Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles:

Admiral Chegwidden?

Sterling, lower your weapon.

I killed my ex-partner.
He was a dirty cop,

and I shot him
with his own gun.

Detective Whiting is
out of intensive care.

It seems she's going to pull through.

Clearly Yaniv is taken
with whatever Langston is pawning.

We got what we need. Kill him.

- Federal agents!
- Unh!

Yaniv!

Yaniv escaped on a road
south of his property.

- Find him.
- They got my key.

Oh, no, no.
Damn it!

We managed to rescue Granger

without spending one damn dime
of that ransom money.

It wasn't money, it was gold.

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.

Let's go get that gold.

Finally.

Wasn't my fault.
There was an accident.

And that's why you
give yourself a buffer.

Better to be
three hours too soon

than a minute too late.
Shakespeare.

He know a lot about L.A. traffic,
do he?

You know,
there's this luxury yacht... Ooh.

That looks like an island from, like,
a James Bond villain,

but you can sail it anywhere.

- That's a thing?
- Yeah, it's a thing.

It's like your own portable, private,
luxury-island yacht.

Well, I can think of better things
to do with $40 million.

- Oh, yeah? Like what?
- I don't know, like,

set up a program for at-risk teens
or fight hunger or...

Buying the Clippers.

I think we're a few billion short
for that. My turn.

Yeah, but as always,
I have a master plan.

And my master plan involves
turning that 40 million into billions.

Oh, let me guess,
flipping real estate?

Be just like that couple
on Flip or Flop.

Aren't they divorced?

Yeah, but our love is so much
stronger than their love.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Just like our flipping abilities.

Hold on a second.

This isn't about that apartment
"opportunity" in the Valley, is it?

Okay, you know what?
That place is literally...

wait for it, a gold mine.

Yeah, it's a money pit.

It is 20 feet away
from the freeway.

You just don't have the vision
to see the potential.

Ow! That's because
it's clouded by car exhaust.

Hear that?
You know what that is?

That's the sound of
my dreams being killed.

It's probably just my mom.

- What's up? Who is it?
- It's Detective Whiting.

She...
She wants to meet up.

What am I supposed to do with that?
Am I supposed to call her back?

Maybe she just wants to thank you
for saving her life or something.

Yeah. Maybe.

I think I got a better chance of finding
that 40 million on the sidewalk.

Son of a bitch.

So here's what we know.

Yaniv made off with about
$40 million worth of gold

from Hetty's Heroes'
private arsenal.

Any idea how he moved it?

I've scrubbed through footage.
Nothing.

Well, keep looking.
That gold didn't just move itself.

We're talking about 80 bars.
That's about 2,000 pounds.

So we may be looking
for more than just Yaniv.

Guys, I just got word
of the shootout downtown.

Caused an explosion,
left at least three people dead.

One of the vehicles involved
belonged to Yaniv.

Any IDs on the bodies?

Not yet.
Information's still trickling in.

Let's check out the crime scene.
See if we can find anything.

Keep looking.

Looks like the name "Yaniv" and
"trouble" are starting to go together.

Same Chinese symbol
on the helmets.

Let's see what Eric makes of it.

This must be Yaniv's man.

Looks like he was
getting rid of evidence.

- Evidence of what?
- A gold heist?

All right, so the bike
comes down here,

they fire at him, he takes him out.

Second bike comes from behind,
catches him by surprise.

- A hit?
- Maybe.

Two fuel cans, two vehicles.

- And only one body.
- Yaniv had someone else here.

Yeah, well, where is he now?

This wasn't a hit.
It was an extraction.

The only reason to go after
Yaniv's thug

is if you're after Yaniv
and the gold.

If you don't find them,
you take the next best thing.

Looks like they're
not the only ones looking.

- Go, go, man. Go.
- Lynwood Lords.

The prospect of gold would
get them out of their territory.

Two gangs in one location,
that's no coincidence.

How would they have
heard about something.

Hetty and the others
kept secret for decades?

- Still struggling?
- Agh.

Yeah. I feel like
I'm 15 years old again,

except for instead of
homecoming dance,

I have a murder charge
hanging over my head.

She wouldn't just text me

if she remembered
my confession, right?

Unless that's what
she wants me to think.

How much does she know?

The whole shebang.
I told her everything.

Whether or not she was conscious

to process it,
that's a whole other question,

but I told her everything.

My dad always used to tell me,
when I had a problem, he would say,

"Line it up in your sights,

and then take it out before it has
a chance to take you out.”

Your dad was a gangster.

Also, he probably
would have shot me.

I think he'd love you.

- But he's right.
- You want me to come with you?

No, I don't wanna
wrap you up in this again.

- I think I'm just gonna do it alone.
- You're never alone, Deeks.

But also, please make sure
you come back this time,

because I would hate to
have to break you out of jail

and live the rest of our lives
on the lam.

Is it crazy if I say that sounds
pretty awesome right now?

Just you and I, open road.

Eating street tacos.

Lots of ice cream,
robbing banks.

I love you so much.

I love you too.

- All right, wish me luck.
- Good luck.

- Whiting. Hey, it's Deeks.
- Hi.

- Good luck.
- What was that about?

Had to answer some questions
for the DA's office about my incident

- at the pawnshop.
- Alleged incident.

Good thing you got
a solid lawyer on retainer.

Well, the DA's not
the only one looking for answers.

We just left a multiple homicide.

- Gang shot up an underpass.
- Crazy.

L.A.'s dark side
rearing its ugly head.

What's really crazy is that
two of Yaniv's men were there.

It was almost like the gang
knew about the gold.

You two are about as subtle
as a massive coronary.

We were worried
that Yaniv might move the gold

across the border into Mexico,
so we put word out on the street

- what he was carrying.
- Unbelievable.

What do you mean?
It'll force Yaniv to hunker down,

giving us enough time to find him.

And every gang,
criminal and wannabe in L.A.

will be on a scavenger hunt
that'll tear up the city.

Sounds like everything's
going according to plan.

Where's Deeks?

Putting some old business
to rest with Whiting.

In the meantime, we need
to figure out Yaniv's next move.

Forty million in gold?
I mean, forget a turf war.

That could start a real war.

Every gang in the city
is gonna be gunning for Yaniv.

No way we can cover
that much ground.

- What were these guys thinking?
- I don't think they were.

We gotta find Yaniv
before these gangs do.

So who's gonna keep
an eye on them?

- We are.
- Really?

What's the problem?

Thanks to us, Yaniv
is gonna hide the gold

and hole up till things cool off.

All we have to do
is track him down.

With all due respect,
that is a very risky assumption.

Trust us. We were doing
covert field operations

when all three of you
were in diapers.

Yaniv has to rely
on people he trusts,

and he's already down
several men.

We gotta find him before he buys
a small army of protection.

Any legit firm will wanna know
what they're protecting.

Well, and any underground force
is probably gonna wanna rob him.

Still, it makes sense
to find out if he made the call.

- All right.
- Eric.

You've reached
the Bealectric company.

Look into the players
in private security,

see if anyone reached out
for a large confidential job

- in the last 24 hours.
- Copy that.

Oh, we've made
some IDs from the shootout.

Yaniv's dead man
is David Belle.

Yeah, the car's registered
to an Asher Groves,

another associate of Yaniv's.

It looks like he was
the one who was taken.

And the symbol on the bikers' helmets
is pronounced "ciké.”

It means “assassins”
in Chinese.

It's used by the Xionshou Song.

- Oh, boy.
- Something we should know about?

Xionshou is not your average gang.
They're a real-deal crime syndicate

- that basically deals in brutality.
- Straight killers.

Their main base
of operations is supposedly

- a restaurant in Chinatown.
- We'll stake out Chinatown,

see if we can find out
where Xionshou took Asher.

I'll hit the pawnshop,
see if there's any evidence

that can tell us where Yaniv is.

Time out. Where you going?

Well, that gold ain't
gonna find itself.

Not so fast.
It has become painfully obvious

that the three of you cannot
be trusted on your own,

so... Sam?

I'll take Bridges.

All right. Admiral Chegwidden,
you're with me.

Leaves you and me, Langston.

Oh, no,
this is not gonna happen.

You can do it our way,
or you can spend the day

reaching out to your contacts
trying to get out of lockup.

- Fine. Keep up, young lady.
- Oh, jeez.

- That goes double for you.
- No.

- Whiting.
- Deeks.

- Glad you came.
- Ah.

I won't lie,
I was surprised when you said

you wanted to meet, because the last
I heard, I was bad luck.

Yeah. And I'm still not
convinced you aren't.

But I might not be sitting here today
if you hadn't been there.

You helped me hang on.

Oh, I did what anyone
would do in that situation.

No, I'm not too big
to admit when I was wrong.

Sorry I doubted you.

All right, let's...

Let's consider it
water under the bridge, then.

And I was really happy to hear
that you found Kensi safe.

- How is she?
- She's good.

I mean, actually, she's great.

Thank you.

I can only imagine.

You two have been
through a lot this year.

Yeah, you're telling me.

You got time
for a cup of coffee?

Come on.

Least I can do,

after all the sludge
you drank at the precinct.

Yeah, nothing
is gonna undo that damage,

but you know,
I'm not gonna turn down

an offer for free bean juice.

- You are buying, right?
- Of course.

Okay. Next time you ditch someone,
make sure they can't catch an Uber.

About time you got here.

You know what? Let's hurry this up
before your little plan gets us killed.

What are we doing,
executing a search warrant

or having a yard sale? What?

- You'll see.
- No, no, no, no.

Don't smirk at me.
You stole my car.

You don't get to smirk at me.

Safe's over here.

What safe?

Ah. That safe.

- And what is that?
- A key.

Our search warrant
is for Yaniv's home

or place of business,
which makes this safe fair game.

Regardless of how
we get into it.

You might wanna stand back.

Sam, please tell me
you have something.

It's pretty quiet on this side.

We should just pull
a Da Nang Pickup.

Drive in, throw one of them in
the trunk, peel out. Ten seconds, tops.

We're federal agents, not the Mafia.

So, what's your deal?
Oh, come on, come on.

We're gonna be here a while,
might as well get to know each other.

Focus.
We have work to do.

And don't touch me. Ever.

You got anything to eat?

- This is a stakeout, not a picnic.
- I didn't have breakfast.

It's really not the most important meal
of the day. That's a rumor.

They're all important,
if you've got low blood sugar.

- And cancer.
- You don't have cancer.

Well, not yet.
But the way things are going...

Oh, man.

Listen. There's a dim sum place
around the corner.

Grab yourself a pork bun
or something.

I don't eat pork.

Then ask for chicken.

I don't have any money.

- You're a grown man.
- Cool.

- You want anything?
- A receipt.

And make it quick.
I'll leave you if I have to.

You know, you might feel better
if you ate something.

Okay. Suit yourself.

G, please tell me
you have something.

I wish.

You don't like it, then you
should've driven your car.

Letting you drive was my way
of extending an olive branch.

I'm starting to think
I made a mistake.

This baby's perfect
for a stakeout.

It's inconspicuous, and you don't
have to care what happens to it.

There was this one time,
we're pulling an all-nighter.

Target shows,
I toss him in the back.

And Obi-Wan floors it.

Next thing you know,
we're doing 90 on the freeway.

But this guy's not talking.

Thinks he's tough.

So Obi jams
the accelerator with a shotgun

and climbs in back with us.

Starts singing
"The Show Must Go On."

The guy freaks out and tells us
everything we wanna know.

Problem is, Obi's having trouble
getting back to the driver's seat,

and the car's starting to swerve.

Next thing I know,
we're upside down in a river,

laughing our asses off.

- Obi Wan.
- Who the hell was this guy?

What? Obi Wan?

Owen.

- Granger?
- Yes.

He was always
pulling stuff like that.

Doesn't sound like
the Granger I know.

Heh.

There was this one time,
at a brothel in Hoi An, and...

Sam. I got eyes on
one of our Xionshou guys.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Sam, we got a problem.

- You stay here.
- Showtime.

Federal agent!

That's why you have
a stakeout car.

Yep.
This was definitely a mistake.

Wouldn't come to this if you'd
pulled a Da Nang Pickup.

That's what I said.

You said you were going
to get something to eat.

- Did I?
- Yeah.

I forget sometimes.
You know, I'm old.

He dropped this.
You guys like gadgets, right?

- Here you go.
- You can Snappletweet us,

while we do the real work.

- Just drag him.
- We can't drag him from this end.

I'm hurting my back, man.

Promise me you will shoot me
before we turn into that.

- Only if you do the same.
- You got a deal.

Only a matter of time
before we're able to place you

at the scene of the shootout.

This is where it goes
from bad to life in prison.

- You understand?
- Start with his thumbs.

- Hey.
- What are you doing?

Bridges, Bridges. Hey, hey!

- Where'd you take Asher?
- What the hell?

- Where'd you take him?
- Enough!

This is a country mile from enough.

- Hey!
- You too. Let's go.

Beautiful.

- How long before we go back in?
- Excuse me?

We're just getting warmed up.
Great work in there. Very believable.

Not a chance in hell
you're going back.

What's the problem? You said
we could take a crack at him.

I said take a crack at him,
not crack his head open.

Clearly your way wasn't working.

Yeah, just wasted an hour
blabbing away.

Our way doesn't violate
his civil rights.

When did the Navy turn into
a bunch of flower children?

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

Clearly we're not getting
anywhere with this guy.

But finding Asher's our best lead
to Yaniv and the gold.

So, what do we do now?

We hope Kensi and Chegwidden
get something from the pawnshop,

or the twins can work some magic
on this guy's phone.

The USB's connected to the
Cell phone.

The cell phone's connected to...

Nell. Ask me what time it is.

I know what time it is.

I have a watch, a phone,

a tablet, and if I can see
the sun's position

- in the sky...
- Humor me.

What time is it?

Now.

- What time is it?
- The time is 11:50 a.m.

Now, all I have to do
is tap the answer

to bring me to the world clock,

add a location,
type something, copy it,

send the clipboard
to a message,

cancel the message, et voila.

- We are in.
- Impressive.

It's an old exploit,
but it only checks out if you

never update your operating system.

- Hey.
- A valuable lesson to us all.

So, what fantabulous prizes
do we walk away with, Rod?

Well, Bob...

a whole bunch of aliases
and no full names.

Oh, great. I will call Callen.

Any luck?

Well, the phone itself is entirely
devoid of incriminating evidence.

Doesn't sound like good news.

- Doesn't sound like news at all.
- We're getting there.

He probably only uses it
for specific reasons,

like contacting members
of the Xionshou Song network.

And if we locate a cluster
of these numbers,

that might tell us
where Asher's being held.

And... Boom.

Looks like a derelict theater
downtown.

Impressive. For code monkeys.

But how do we know
they have Asher?

I've set up a program that hacks into
their microphones and cameras.

And footage should be
coming online now.

This is a live feed from their phones.

That's Asher.

- Send us the address.
- Yeah.

I just kept thinking
about my son.

My husband.

I came so close to losing everything.

I've actually had the

"lying in your own pool of blood"
moment, so I get it.

I also nearly caused you
to lose Kensi.

No, no, you didn't,
that psycho Ferris did.

I mean, obviously, it'd have been nice
if you would've come sooner,

but that stubbornness is what
makes you a good cop, So...

- Thank you.
- Well, it's true.

Which brings me to why
I really asked you out here today.

Right.

Things at the precinct
have been tense.

We have more open IA cases
than ever before,

and worse, I'm hearing rumors
of more not being reported.

So, what are we talking about here?

We talking about
corruption at the precinct?

Your old Lieutenant Bates'
name popped up.

Bates?

I don't know if I should
take it seriously, but there's concern.

Yeah, no, I mean...

we should definitely
take that seriously.

Well, finally.

You have to take your time,
or things kind of burn up in there.

- You wanna give it a crack?
- Don't mind if I do.

- Right there.
- Yeah, I know.

Ooh. Hello.

Let's see what
we're working with here.

All right.

Got cash. Bunch of pawn records.

Some jewelry.

What do we have here?
Hold on.

Got a Harry Zanetti letterhead.

Contact information,
"Mallory Fletcher."

That ring a bell?

No, but he obviously thinks
that it's safe-worthy.

Yeah, Kens?

Hey, Nell, could you run down
a Mallory Fletcher

from Lindenmere Assets
for us?

Okay.

Looks like Lindenmere Assets
is a hedge fund downtown,

and Fletcher is a manager.

I'm running her background now,

and I'll send you their address.

- Thanks.
- Serious money in hedge funds.

Yep. Hell of a way
to wash 40 million.

Yeah.

- Let's pay Ms. Fletcher a visit.
- Let's.

Looks like another gang
took your bait.

It's like a trail of bread crumbs,
except with dead bodies.

Looks like the Latinos
lost the battle.

And the war.

Sam, what the hell is that?

G, you gotta get back here
and see this.

Is that Asher?

Yeah. They showed him no mercy.

Damn.

Looks like he was already dead
before the fighting started.

Which means they got
what they wanted.

Yaniv's location.

Eric, please tell us
you have some good news.

Actually, I do.

I got the rest of the Xionshou Song
headed south on Alameda.

Talk us to them.

Alert L.A.P.D. to contain this.

Why call backup when you
got the Dream Team right here?

More like the Bad News Bears.

- Smell that?
- No, what?

- Greed.
- Ha, ha. Not into the market?

Not into investment strategies
only accessible

to the super rich.

I hear you. My partner thinks
that flipping houses

is the way to go.

- Yeah.
- I hear you.

- She's right over there.
- Still, this isn't exactly unexpected.

Look, the risk was accounted for
in the prospectus.

Now's not the time
to change strategies.

Thanks. Talk soon.

- Mallory Fletcher.
- Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.

- Special Agent Chegwidden.
- How can I help you?

Do you know a man named
Yaniv Kornberg?

As a matter of fact, I do.

He runs a pawnshop in Hollywood.

- He was just here yesterday.
- How do you know him?

Harry Zanetti,
made the connection.

Yaniv was in a jam
and needed to cash in

- on some gold he inherited.
- That gold was stolen.

We need the contact
of who purchased the bar.

Easy enough. It was me.

He offered it for $250,000,
about half its value.

You didn't think
that was a red flag?

Maybe, but it was too good
to pass up.

Did Yaniv mention what he was
planning on doing with the money?

What anyone does on
the other side of my deals

is none of my business.

See, right now you're
only guilty of bad judgment.

But if we find out
that you're an accessory...

Okay. Okay.

Yaniv was looking
to charter a luxury yacht.

Figured he wanted to
party with his new money.

I offered to invest it for him,
but my guess is he blows it all.

So where's the gold?

What assurances do I have
that my money will be returned

when it's recovered?

I think you're pretty lucky that
you're not walking out of here in cuffs.

Knew it was too good to be true.

- Oof.
- 27.42 pounds.

Most expensive free weight
I've ever held.

Thank you.

Hey, Eric. Yaniv monetized
a quarter-million dollars of the gold.

He also may have
chartered a yacht.

- We need you to track him down.
- I'mon it.

How you feeling about your friend
hunkering down now?

- He's not out of the country yet.
- For your sake, let's hope not.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

I love a good stroll as much
as the next guy, but why me?

Well, because I need your help.

As hard as it is to admit,

you may be the only one
I can trust right now.

- What kind of help you looking for?
- I don't know yet.

But I need to know if I can trust you
when the time comes.

And before you answer,

you should probably
keep in mind your confession

to killing Boyle.

And there it is.

While I don't agree with
what you did,

I do think you did it
for the right reasons.

I'm willing to close the investigation.

If you help me.

I mean, I don't have much
of a choice, then, do I?

Depends on how much you like
being on the wrong side of IA.

You know you could've
led with that, right?

And miss watching you sweat it out?

Wow, there's the Whiting
that I know and love.

- Sorry. Old habits.
- Yeah.

So, what, you just
hold this over my head

for the rest of my career?

Something like that.

But hopefully now you know
you can trust me too.

Guys, I got
the Xionshou Song at a house

50 yards from your location.
You should have a visual.

Something's got
their panties in a bunch.

I don't see Yaniv.

We're about to lose
the element of surprise.

No, we're not. We go now.
Three, two, one.

- Federal agents!
- On the ground! Now!

Hands where we can see them.

Go ahead. Give me a reason.

It's just like Khe Sanh,
huh, Langston?

- Clear.
- Clear.

- No Yaniv.
- And no gold.

Eric, see if you can
access the camera

on the street here
and pick up Yaniv.

On it. We've also found
the private yacht Yaniv chartered.

Where's it leaving from?

Long Beach, and that's not all.

Yaniv's also chartered
a cargo plane,

two private train cars
and four semi trucks, all for today.

And that's just what we found so far.
They keep coming.

Could take forever to track all them,
even if we split up.

It's risky on Yaniv's part.

He's gotta know there's a chance
we hit the right charter.

Or... this is a smokescreen.

What do you do
if you gotta move gold

but you know all your outs
are covered?

If you can't get the gold
out to the buyer,

- you bring the buyer in to the gold.
- Exactly.

If that's the case,
we have no way of knowing

who we're looking for
or where they're arriving from.

It's a good plan.

If we don't figure it out quickly,
it's gonna be a successful one.

Guys, I got access
to the street cameras.

Yaniv is moving
in an armored car.

The Xionshou Song
just missed him.

- Where is it now?
- We lost it in a dead zone,

but we have bigger problems.

We're now looking into incoming
private flights.

We're filtering for flights
scheduled for the last 24 hours,

but there's just
too much ground to cover.

We have to narrow the field.

Out of all the houses in the city,
Yaniv felt it was safe

to bring the gold to this one. Why?

He must not have had
a personal connection to it.

Otherwise, the gang members
would've found him here sooner.

Nell, what can you tell us
about this property?

Ah. Okay, it looks like it was
foreclosed on a couple months ago.

Then it was picked up by a
Reho Real Estate for their portfolio.

Any connection
between Yaniv and Reho?

Not that I can find. Interesting.

Guess what hedge fund
Reho's CEO is invested in.

Mallory Fletcher's.

- Bingo.
- She probably gave up one gold bar

because she gets a bigger commission
on the whole deal.

Cross-reference that charter list
with Mallory's client list, will you?

Cross-referencing...

Jackpot.

Eduardo Barbosa.
He's a Brazilian millionaire.

He's on a flight
into Burbank Airport.

That's where Yaniv
is handing off the gold.

- Let's go.
- Right behind you.

- You two are staying here.
- The hell we are.

- That wasn't the deal.
- We didn't have a deal.

Eric, have Kensi drop off Chegwidden
and meet us at the airport.

I was responsible for this.

Besides, you guys are gonna
need all the help you can get.

Look, playtime's over.
You wanna help?

Watch these guys
until L.A.P.D. arrives.

All right, you guys,

I got eyes on Yaniv,
Fletcher and Barbosa,

and three armed guards.

Not much cover.

We don't have much of a choice.

Deal's going down.

Looks like they're about to load
the gold on to the plane.

We gotta shut it down.

It's now or never.

- Federal agents!
- Drop your weapons!

Guys, I got three more
heavily armed shooters.

G, this cover isn't gonna last.

- Kens, we're pinned down!
- I got no shot. No shot.

Federal agents!
Guns on the ground!

Down!

Out of the truck, now.
Out of the truck. Move!

Oh, my God.

Well, what did you expect?
You left us with motorcycles.

- And guns.
- And you?

Next time you try to ditch somebody,
make sure they can't catch an Uber.

Son of a bitch stole my line.

You know we could've
shot you, right?

But you didn't.

G.

I knew it was them
the whole time.

Okay.

Well, it looks like the
DA is gonna let you off

- with just community service.
- What? How much?

Come on. You're lucky
you weren't charged with a felony.

Please. I would've been off the grid
before they had the chance.

Yeah, somehow, I don't doubt that.

- Ready to admit it?
- Admit what?

Our plan worked out.

Not that we're gonna rub it
in your face or anything.

No, no, no. Of course not.

We got the gold back,
that's what's really important.

You know, despite your
shoddy tradecraft...

you guys are all right
in my book.

Yeah. Despite all the crap
you gave us,

you're all right in ours.

Next time.

I do not think this city
could handle a next time.

Come on, gentlemen.
We're running late.

Where you guys headed
at this hour?

You stay out
of grown folks' business.

- Poison of choice?
- Oh, Pappy Van Winkle 25-year.

Didn't know they released that yet.

They haven't.

Gonna miss seeing
that ugly old mug.

If you can't see him
in every one of us,

you're not trying hard enough.

To Owen.

To Owen.

Gonna be more unattended glasses
in the coming years.

That's why we gotta
make the most of the time

we have left above ground.

A lot of vets
that need help out there.

And then there's what Owen
would have wanted us to do.

Kill bad guys.

Well, gentlemen...

we certainly have the means.

There's no reason we can't do both.