All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S09 E06 Eng Sub

If the coyotes don't kill us,
my dad will.

Coyotes don't kill people.
People kill people.

People, like murderers?

We're about five minutes away
from being an episode on 48 Hours.

You know what? Just find
my dad's drone, and we're out of here.

Guys, I don't like this.

I'm getting a very strong
spirit vibe right now.

- There's no such thing as spirits.
- Spoken like a true carnivore.

What does that have to do
with anything?

I gave up meat so I could be
more in touch with my senses.

You gave up meat
because Demi Lovato gave up meat.

Not all heroes wear capes.

Guys, I found it.

- Shh! The spirits might hear us.
- You know what?

There's nobody back...

Don't let him get away!

Stop him!

Drop your weapon!

Nice footwork.

People who leave voicemails.

Oh, God, no, I hate it.
Write a text like everybody else.

- Good job. All right.
- Mm-hm.

People who constantly
clear their throat.

It's disgusting.
Just cough it up already.

Exactly.

Lovely. All right.

One word:

Manspreaders.

Nope. Your turn.

And I probably hate that the most.

I don't think I have any pet peeves.
I'm a pretty tolerant person, so...

- Really? We'll see about that.
- Yeah. All right.

Seriously. I was even voted
"most patient” in high school.

People who chew
with their mouth open.

That could be a health concern, right?

Ha, ha. People who hold
their eye contact too long.

- They are the windows to the soul.
- Okay.

- I got another one for you.
- Come on, come on, come on.

Those who use the same password
for all their online accounts.

Get mad.

They are living a life of risk.

She got mad, ladies and gentlemen.

Looks like patience is no longer
one of Miss Jones' virtues.

Nothing offends me more

than laissez-faire attitude
toward Internet security. Okay?

Your knife skills are getting good.

Thanks, lady.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. It's, uh...

Deeks is gonna be late again.
He has to meet with Detective Whiting.

- Did he say why?
- No.

He was pretty vague about it.

Leaving out important information.
I hate that.

Would you say
it's one of your pet peeves?

Oh, I see what you did there.
Okay, okay, okay.

- Good job today.
- Thank you.

Extreme drop in body temperature.

A little shortness of breath.

General feeling of malaise.

So either I'm coming down
with the scurvy or...

It's good to see you too.

You know, in order for distance
to make the heart grow fonder,

I think you're gonna need to give me
a little more distance.

- Thank you for meeting me.
- You sounded very urgent.

Don't tell me your
synchronized swimming partner fell ill.

- You need me to suit up?
- Cute. But this is serious.

Well, I personally take the aquatic arts
very seriously, but, all right, fire away.

Take a look at this.

Police! Drop your weapons!

- Well, that's not good.
- No, it's not.

It's your old pal, Lieutenant Bates.

Killed a fellow cop this morning.

The two of you have
another thing in common now.

Wow, too soon.

Also, just like in my case,
there's gotta be more to that story,

because you and I both know
that Bates is one of the good ones.

Well, video says otherwise.

I told you IA was investigating him.

Yeah, but you never told me why.

We have reason to believe
L.A.P.D.'s got quite a few officers

moonlighting as private contractors.

- That's not illegal.
- It is if they're breaking the law.

And you think that Bates
is one of these dirty cops?

Looks like Bates is running
the whole racket.

Who's with him?

Some witness L.A.P.D.
had stashed in a safe house.

Not sure what Bates wanted with him.

Well, you're right, this is serious,

and I wish you
the best of luck with it.

When your schedule clears up, call me.
We can get together, start a book club.

- I don't think so.
- You're gonna have to believe me

- when I say we're all in the bell jar.
- Deeks.

Bates trusts you.

You're gonna get in touch with him
and convince him to turn himself in.

Listen. I am not gonna help you
throw Bates under the bus.

And if I get anywhere near this,
I put myself at risk.

You don't help me, there's no risk.

I'll make sure everyone knows
you killed your ex-partner.

Have l...?

Have I told you
how much I missed you?

No.

This is why.

Just one night.
Two of us out on the town.

No talk of work, no talk of life.
Good old-fashioned fun.

- I don't think I'm up for it.
- Did I mention whiskey?

Lots and lots of whiskey.

- We should cut back on the whiskey.
- Says who?

- The Japanese.
- What?

Scientists did a study
of people in Okinawa.

They're amongst the oldest living
on the planet. They don't drink.

We can learn from them.

Not interested. Why's everybody trying
to find the fountain of youth?

- We're not meant to grow old.
- We're finally at the point

where we can understand aging.
I'm all for taking advantage of it.

Tell you what.
I'll go easy on the drinking,

I'll go heavy on Flintstones Chewables
and tai chi. Anything else?

Find your purpose.

Is there a reward if I do?
Like a yoga mat and some kombucha?

Heh, heh. Your reward is an average
of 15 more years of living.

At the end of our lives
when we're old.

If I'm getting 15 more years,
I want it in my 20s.

Okay, what is your purpose?

Stay strong for my kids.

Cannot make fun of that.

I'm gonna get back to you
on my purpose.

Yeah? I think you'd better hurry up,
because something tells me.

Beale-bo Baggins
will be down here soon

to take us on a quest of his own.

Drive, now.

Kiss your Uber driver
with that mouth?

- Shut up. We need to move, now.
- All right, Nancy.

You saw what happened
this morning?

- You know I did.
- And it looks bad.

You know it does.

Don't worry, we'll figure it out.
Whiting's gonna help us.

Whiting wouldn't help a kitten
stuck in a tree

unless she thought she could shoot it
without any witnesses.

Well, cats are notoriously evil
and hard to trust,

so I guess I'm with Team Whiting
on that one.

You son of a bitch. You set me up.

What are you talking about, man?
I didn't call them.

You don't understand
what's going down.

You pull this truck over,
it doesn't end well.

Wow, you've gotten very dramatic
in your old age.

Looks like we're doing it
this way now. Drive.

You're a lot scarier
without that mustache.

All right, hold on.

That's not gonna be good
for the resale.

Kens, back me up.
We're cut from the same cloth, right?

We're rebels. We're not meant
to grow old, you and me.

Sorry. I'm gonna live till 90.
I kind of got plans.

Oh, yeah? You have plans?
With who?

Yours truly.

We're doing a nonagenarian tour
of all ballparks.

Ballparks?
Do either of you even like baseball?

- No, but I really like hot dogs.
- Those things will kill you.

Which is why I only plan
on eating them when I'm 90.

Deeks know about this plan?

No, of course not. I mean,
he won't even be around anymore.

He's from the weaker
Scandinavian stock, so...

Speaking of...

Do we need to reboot him, or...?

This is not good.

Eric, just speak.

L.A.P.D. put out a BOLO
on Deeks' truck.

Geez!

This is Deeks. Why don't you text me,
like a normal human being?

He's not answering his phone.

- You got another angle?
- Yeah.

There.

That's Lieutenant Bates.

Why was Deeks
meeting with Bates?

He wasn't. He was supposed to be
meeting Whiting in the boatshed.

He has a meeting with Internal Affairs,
an hour later he rams a squad car

with his L.A.P.D. lieutenant
riding shotgun?

It's not a coincidence.

Wait, there's more.

This morning,
there was a shooting in Santa Clarita.

Bates is the prime suspect.

So Whiting needs Deeks
to bring Bates in.

But, not surprisingly,
things didn't go as planned.

- Where is he now?
- Uh, I tracked Deeks' phone

to a garage in Mid-City,
but I lose the signal once they enter.

Sam and I will go look at the garage.
Talk to Whiting. See what she knows.

Deeks is not with Whiting. He's in
that garage, so that's where I'm going.

- Fine. Take Nell with you.
- Thank you. Let's go.

- Okay.
- Be careful.

Yeah.

Detective Whiting.

Yeah, I need to see you two
like I need a hole in the neck.

Promise you
that was a one-time thing.

Good to see you're back
to the old Whiting.

Well, turns out my resting heart rate
is stone-cold bitch.

Sound like Internal Affairs
is gonna have a busy week.

Something tell me
one of your own shoots a cop,

it doesn't happen out of the blue.

No. We've been investigating Bates
for a while.

Investigating him for what?

There are rumors that Bates
is running a racket within L.A.P.D.

Don't ask for details.
I won't give them.

Police report said
that Bates took a hostage. Who is it?

A guy named Simon Atwater.

He's a bioengineer
for Dexmont Agricultural.

Some kind of witness.

Bates was supposed to be
up there interviewing him.

We need to figure out
why did Bates wanted him.

May be nothing.

Could be the IA investigation,
all the pressure made him snap.

Could be that
Bates was hired to silence him.

Either way, it does not explain
why you dragged Deeks into this.

You think there's a chance
that Bates is being set up?

I think there's a chance
that this goes deeper than Bates.

He likes Deeks. God knows why.

I'm sure it's a Spicoli fetish
or something,

so I asked Deeks
to help me figure it out.

I'm guessing you did more
than just ask.

Deeks and I have an arrangement.

Well, now we have an arrangement.

We'll help you find Bates,
but you gotta keep us in the loop.

I have nightmares of Deeks
friending me on Facebook.

Doesn't mean I don't want him safe.
I'll be in touch.

Is that really necessary?

Deeks would never have
fled that squad car.

- I don't know what's necessary.
- All right.

Yeah.

They're gone.

Well, I think I figured out why they lost
signal when they entered the garage.

That's not good. L.A.P.D. has things
on Deeks they can use against him.

What kind of things?

Things that we shouldn't let surface.

We gotta find him
before L.A.P.D. does. Let's go.

I'm gonna tell you everything.

I just need to make sure
I can trust you.

Nothing screams out "safe place”

like being pushed through
a warehouse at gunpoint.

I knew something was off
when those cops showed up

- to take over the interview.
- Why were they shooting at you?

They wanted to be alone
with my witness,

until I went back
and screwed up their plan.

Why don't you just tell me
what's happening?

Sometimes you gotta do a bad thing
to make people listen.

Open it.

All right, I'm definitely listening.

I don't really know how to thank you.

I mean, I guess I could start
by just saying thank you.

So thank you. God, shut up, Simon.
So stupid, you're so stupid.

You're a chatty Cathy now,
aren't you?

In all fairness, I guess it's a good trait
to have in a witness.

Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous.

No, no, no, you're fine.
You're doing good, kid.

- Thank you.
- Let's cut the crap.

It's obvious which of us is the officer
and which of us is the gentleman.

I've had kidney stones that passed
easier than time with you.

Listen, Mommy and Daddy fight.

The important thing to remember
is it's not about you.

Let's talk.

- Where should I start?
- Uh, try the beginning.

Sure. Sure.

So I became a bioengineer.

Now, I don't have to, like, know people,
but I do... I get to help them.

Dexmont Agricultural
does good things.

We make herbicide-resistant plants

so we can grow endless amounts
of food for more people.

But recently my focus has been
on terminator genes.

Now, they self-destruct
after each season.

Now, some think that's unethical,

but Dexmont's been struggling
financially. We need repeat customers.

Can we speed this up?

I need to get home soon
so I can reconsider all my life choices.

Yeah. So a few weeks ago,
I was working with agrobacteria,

which transports DNA to root cells.

I insert herbicide-resistant DNA
into the agrobacteria

and it inserts those genes
into the plant. But I...

I messed up.

Now, I don't know how it happened,

but I contaminated the DNA

with a terminator gene
that just overtook the plants,

and it was like a cancer.

I mean, what I created
turned out to be

this aggressive
and highly destructive plant virus.

Okay, then, just to clarify, like,
how dangerous are we talking here?

The potential for harm
is immeasurable.

Now, in the wrong hands,
this could be recreated en masse

dropped on our farms,

and used to wipe out our entire
food supply in just a matter of weeks.

Did you destroy it?

Well, so I reported it to my boss,
Ryan Wallace.

Now, he confiscated it
and said that that was protocol,

but something just didn't feel right.

So I went back later to check,

and that's when I saw Mr. Wallace
leaving with it.

And that's why you contacted
LA.P.D.?

Wallace must have a connection inside
that tipped him off.

Who does he know?

Dexmont gets a lot of threats
from anti-GMO groups,

and Mr. Wallace sometimes uses
off-duty cops for security.

Whiting thinks the guys at the house
were just contractors.

Wallace would know
the head of the operation.

Word on the street says that's me.

Based on that suit, it's pretty obvious
no one's paying you off.

But buying L.A.P.D.
and making them dirty isn't cheap.

That virus could probably get
big money from a rogue nation.

So the only question is,
have they already found a buyer?

Oh, and, uh, Simon,

you did good.

You did okay.

- This is bigger than we thought it was.
- Agriculture's a trillion-dollar business.

They attack our food supply,
they could cripple the economy.

We need to find Simon's boss
before he sells it, if he hasn't already.

Not so fast. You're gonna need
to run this one man down.

Deeks and I need to find
some dirty cops.

That's not our priority right now.

Let me remind you that you wouldn't
know about this if it wasn't for me.

And I can pull Deeks off of your team
anytime I want to.

Okay, I don't think that's necessary.

Listen, why don't I
just stay here with Bates?

The cops at the house are somehow
affiliated with Simon's boss.

We'll work it from both angles.
How's that?

Fine. Keep us posted.

We'll have Eric get us access
to Dexmont.

Yeah, okay. All right, listen.
A little postgame wrap-up here.

So good show. Like what you did there
with the whole tough-guy routine,

but probably don't try that
with the big boss.

Oh, well, thanks for the tip,

but I don't plan on ever getting close
enough to that tiny lady to find out.

Oh, so that's... Okay.

I thought maybe you'd gone home.

What?

Even the monk's smoking.

The road to enlightenment isn't easy.

This from a woman who can drink
most men under the table.

Nobody's perfect.

So, um, you abandoned Keane again?

Mr. Keane died in a helicopter crash.

What about the man I show you?

I have no idea.

So why are you still here?

Because it's peaceful,

and because I'm in need
of a vacation.

Keane said you two
were transporting

almost a million dollars in gold bar
when you crashed.

It was never recovered.

Okay, well,

you may be content sitting here

contemplating
the sound of one hand clapping,

but we got business.

Let's go.

Thank you, Brother Bao.

And for the record, Mr. Dang,

I already know
the sound of one hand clapping.

What do you got, Eric?

Ryan Wallace, the founder and CEO
of Dexmont Agricultural.

He might wanna take
a refresher course in finance.

Dexmont is hemorrhaging money.

There are two outstanding lawsuits
against them for patent infringement.

- What kind of patent?
- Genetically-modified seed strains.

They've been stealing
the intellectual property

of much larger agricultural companies
and passing them off as their own.

So Dexmont is bankrupt

and they're about to pay out
a huge amount in settlement fees.

That's enough reason to believe
Wallace would've sold.

Simon's crop-killing virus.
Stay afloat.

Send the address to Dexmont
to our phones. We gotta move.

See you in a bit.

- Federal agents.
- Everybody stay where you are.

- Stay right where you are.
- Hi. Hello. Excuse me.

Hi. Camille Butler.

VP Communications.
Friends call me Cammy.

Welcome.
Welcome to Dexmont Agricultural.

From seed to success, as we say.

This feels like something we can
better handle if we head to my office.

Cammy, we're from NCIS.

We have reason to believe
that you're harboring a criminal here.

On the record, I can assure you

we would never harbor
a criminal in this office.

- Off the record, is it Karen in HR?
- Who's Karen?

Someone who can't keep her hands
off of other humans' resources,

- if you know what I mean.
- It is not Karen.

Not yet.

G.

- Is this 1745 West 10th Street?
- Oh, no, it's 1845 West 10th.

Well, this is embarrassing.

Our mistake.
I knew as soon as we saw you

there's no way you would tolerate
criminal activity.

Yeah, no, of course.
Of course I wouldn't.

The only thing we harbor
within these walls is innovation.

Keep an eye on Karen for us, will you?
Let us know if she gets too handsy.

Aye, aye, captain.

Kensi, you should have eyes
on Wallace any second.

Got him.

Wallace has no idea
how handsy it's about to get.

Never thought I'd see you again.

Tell me about Operation Sunrise.

You mean Sunshine?

We were here to secure certain assets
acquired during the war.

We?

You, me, Chegwidden, Bridges,

Langston, and Owen Granger,

who stayed on with us
after we pulled him out of Laos.

I didn't work much with the others.
They considered me an untested kid.

But you took me under your wing.

We were transporting
over $900,000 in gold

when we got shot down.

I always wondered
what happened to that.

My captors didn't find it.

And there's no way
you humped it through the bush.

I hid it until we could get back for it.

You came back for the gold
but not for me?

By the time we got back,

the chopper had been stripped
and all the bodies were gone.

You didn't think to look for them?

The jungle is like a self-cleaning oven.
You know that.

You know,
we collected that gold in parts

so we could pay ransom
for any captured operatives.

I thought I'd be out
in a couple of days,

but days turned into weeks,
into months,

and nobody was paying
to get me out.

If you really are Keane,

nobody knew you were alive.

And we were never there officially.

You still don't believe me?

It... Mm...

These look real enough for you?

Looks like they're using
the same maid as Kensi.

I'm gonna find and expose
the person behind this.

Great. You focus on that.

I'll figure out who Wallace
is trying to sell this virus to.

You do remember
you technically work for me.

Sometimes I feel
like you're the only one who does.

What's going with that? How come
these guys keep breaking their oath?

You know the starting salary
of an L.A.P.D. officer?

- Ido.
- It's Los Angeles.

You try to buy a house,
put your kids through school,

do right by your family on that salary.
You can't do it.

I'm not saying I agree with them.
Screw them. We make choices.

I'm just saying I can see how easy it is
to have your hand tipped.

How come
they never tipped your hand?

I've given my life to this job.
I'm five years away from a pension

that's going to two wives
that I lost to this job.

I can't control everything, Deeks,

but my honor,
that's one thing I can control.

I feel like I should start a slow clap.

Okay.

Wallace was five minutes out.

If he's coming here,
he's expecting to meet dirty cops.

Well, that's exactly who he'll meet with.
Follow my lead.

- Oh, we're doing this?
- Oh, we're gonna do this.

Look at your face. You look like
you're about to get arrested.

Close the door.

I swear, working with amateurs
is gonna bring down all of us.

You know who you're talking to?

Based on the lack of emotion
in the forehead,

I'm saying
a spokesperson for Botox?

- Who are you?
- You're not gonna see us again,

- that's the way this works.
- Oh, great.

So I'm shelling out money
to a bunch of mall cops.

Oh, well,
that is an offensive stereotype.

Besides,
malls can be very scary places.

Have you been to a Hot Topic lately?

Some federal agents showed up
at my office.

We're running out of time.

So what I need from you is to shut up
and help me see this deal through.

- I don't like the cut of his jib.
- His jib is not cut well.

Okay, well,
I don't make this exchange,

and this jib isn't gonna
be cutting you a dime.

Okay, relax, all right? Tell us where
the exchange is going down

and we'll tell you
how we're gonna get you there.

Son of a bitch. Three, two, one.

Come on, let's go!

Guys, they're heading your way now.

This old song and dance?

- He'll stop.
- Something tells me

this could seriously affect
that whole aging thing.

He should've stopped.

I think your purpose is
to go down there and cuff him

while I watch.

Have a seat.

All right.

There's been some confusion.

Simon is the one you want.

That guy is weird as hell
and he's probably a sociopath.

The only confusion here is you
thinking we're falling for any of this.

How old are you, Ryan?

What? Thirty-nine.
Why's that matter?

And how much would you say
you drink?

Are you insane? Is he insane?
What are you talking about?

Facilitating the sale
of a biological weapon?

- Looking at life in prison.
- Life is getting longer these days.

Yeah, you could spend
at least 40 years behind bars.

Fifty if he takes his vitamins.

I didn't sell anything yet.

Then today is your lucky day.

Intent to sell will get you low-security
by at least to retirement.

If you tell us who you're selling to.

Stephen Lee.

Stephen Lee of the Los Angeles Lees.
That really narrows it down.

Well, I don't know much about him.

He's just some sophomore
at Bunker Tech.

Where'd you find him?

You'd be amazed
what you can find on the Internet.

So who does Stephen Lee work for?

You'll forgive me
if I didn't run his references.

I'll forgive you when you tell us where
and when the drop is happening.

Today, 4 p.m.,
Bunker Tech, outside Burton Hall.

So Beale confirmed it.

Stephen Lee is a student
at Bunker Tech.

He's a South Korean here
on a student visa.

He's receiving funds
from a North Korean bank account.

Just to clarify, that means we almost
had a crop-killing super-virus

in the hands of a maniacal dictator.

We can't arrest him unless
we catch him making the exchange.

Then it looks like it's time
we get Wallace cleaned up.

Let me talk to him first.

We need to find out
who he's paying off inside L.A.P.D.

We don't have time. We have an hour
to set this thing in motion.

We could use an extra hand.

If you wanna help us, you'll get all
the time you want with him afterwards.

His name
was Lieutenant Roger Bates,

and today was
the longest day of his life.

Okay, Rickles.

Yeah.

The most fun kids have these days
is picking out their Instagram filters.

Ha, ha, yes, it is hard to rival
the unparalleled debauchery

that were the hacky sack tournaments
in your day.

I will have you know they called me
Marty Marty the One Man Party

for a reason.

That is one party
I am not sorry I missed.

Wallace is almost on his mark.

Hope he's
more convincing than he was earlier.

Guy in a hat approaching Wallace.

Showtime.

He's getting lost in the crowd.

G, you got eyes on Wallace?

I got Lee, but I can't see Wallace.

Exchange has already been made.
I'm moving in.

Federal agent.

It's not Stephen Lee.

Canister's gone.
Lee's not working alone.

- Where is it?
- I got 100 bucks to give it to a blond.

I got one coming down the stairs.

I got the gaggle of blonds on the left.

Let me see this? Sorry about that.
No? Great. Clean. Okay.

Hey.

Get over here.

- Where is it?
- I gave it to some guy.

She handed it off.

I got Stephen Lee.

Easy.

Come on, heh, heh. You didn't really
think it'd be that easy, did you?

There is a great bar
on top of that building.

And I happen to know
that they serve whiskey.

Don't you think the Japanese would
recommend avoiding bullets as well?

We put ourselves in danger
every day.

That's right. And we always
get ourselves out of it.

Not always.

Look, I can't begin to know
what you're dealing with.

I don't have
the same responsibilities.

You got your own responsibilities.

I do.

And as it turns out,
you are at the top.

What are you talking about?

You can't always make
the right decision.

I mean, sometimes it's important
to make bad decisions as well.

You may be adding years to your life,

but I think it is my purpose

to make sure that
you also add some living.

All right. We'll start cutting back
tomorrow, all right?

Now you're thinking clearly.
Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, you're more
of a succulent, for sure.

You're dry, beautiful.
You don't need a lot of attention.

What's going on in here, huh?

Tell me you have a dose of the virus,

because I'd love
to self-destruct right now.

Look at you, making friends.

So, Simon, you can sleep well tonight,
because we got them.

What? Is the virus destroyed?

It is on its way to the Army
containment lab as we speak.

It's in good hands.

You know, most people
express themselves with their words,

and I show people who I am
through my research,

and that's all I have.

And this thing I created,
that's not who I am.

Well, I spent less than a day with you,

and I have a pretty good idea
who you are,

and I would say that people are lucky
to call you their friend.

- Okay?
- Really?

Yeah. All right. Come on.
You had a big day. Get out of here.

- Okay.
- Kane?

- Are you driving?
- Yeah.

Because you need to go slow.
I have a very sensitive stomach and...

Non-stop commentary.

And inappropriate touching.

And the puns.
Oh, my goodness, so many puns.

What's happening?

What we talk about
when we talk about Deeks.

So you both wanna join
my book club?

- I'd rather get scurvy.
- Wallace gave up his L.A.P.D. contact.

A guy inside
the Office of Operations.

I've had my eye on that bastard.
I just never could prove it until now.

Cop's not gonna rat out another cop.
That's all the names we're gonna get.

I know, but at least it's a start.

I have a way of making cops talk.

If there's more corruption,
we'll find it.

Too many of our men in blue,

they've forgotten
why they wear that uniform.

We could stand to bring one back
who knows exactly why he does.

Oh, you mean...? You mean me,
to come back to the...?

Yeah, I don't...
I don't know if that, uh...

I kind of got the best of both worlds
right now, right?

Representing L.A.P.D.'s finest,
and with NCIS,

working with a team
I respect the hell out of.

So as much as I appreciate the offer,
I gotta pass, but thank you.

Well, just remember
that for one fleeting moment,

I had something nice
to say about you.

- It's going straight to the diary.
- I'm moved.

All right. I gotta get home.

Wife number three is just begging
for a reason to leave me.

- I'll see you at the office.
- I look forward to it.

See you. I miss that mustache.

I quit you, Deeks.

And then there were two.

You did good work today.

- Sorry, what?
- Don't make me say it again.

I couldn't hear it,
because you were mumbling.

- Just one more time.
- You did good work today.

Oh, and there it is.

- So does this mean we're even?
- I like you, Deeks.

I know it doesn't seem like it,
but I do.

I wish I could say this is the end of it,
but I can't.

Because the truth is,
I just don't know.

And I hope you understand that.

- Night, Deeks.
- See you around.

How did you escape?

I was saved by a cow.

They were moving me,

and the two soldiers who took me
had been drinking.

They were driving like maniacs.

We came around a corner, heh, heh,
and ran smack into a big old heifer.

I was thrown from the vehicle.
They weren't so lucky.

Neither were the cows.

Suddenly found myself a free man

with clothes, weapons, money,
even some cigarettes.

It was like Christmas.

So why didn't you seek out
an embassy,

or someone who could help you?

Because all I could think about
was getting revenge

on the ones who did this to me.

And I did, a hundred times over.

So you became the tho san?

Between the North Vietnamese

and wars with the Khmer Rouge
and the Chinese,

there was always
someone worth killing.

Then one day,
I just put my rifle down,

didn't want any more of it.

Walked into a nearby village
and never left.

I even started a family.

Where are they now?

Gone.

Gone.

God took them away from me

as punishment
for all the blood I shed.

Why did they arrest you?

I wanted to leave.

I wanted to start fresh
someplace new.

I figured Thailand would be
a good place to go,

but I don't have any papers. No ID.

I'm a ghost.

Dang is someone who...

Who can smuggle me
into the country.

And what happened?

I trusted him.

Once he learned who I was,
he decided there was

more money to be made
holding me for ransom.

Well, if it isn't my own little Buddha.

How much do you want?

For him? Nothing.

He not worth anything to anyone.

Besides,
he already served his purpose.

You, on the other hand,

you're gonna fetch a pretty penny.