All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S03E18_eng

- Help. Please.
- I'm sorry. I don't...

- Vietnamese.
- I'm sorry.

Watch it, man!

Hey! Get off the gate!

All right, Magic, come on. Oh!

Oh, your ball.

Come on.

Is it getting hot in here?

Because it feels like it may be
getting a little bit hot in here.

Deeks,
we're in middle of something.

- Oh, we are? Ha-ha.
Yeah, we are.

- Yeah, we are.
- Oh, really?

- Yeah, we are.
- Let's see what you got here.

Let's see what you've got here,
baby.

Uhn!

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
Hey.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Up top. Our ball.

- It's the good versus the ugly.
Yeah.

- Come on.
- Over here.

Hit that.

Oh! Boom!

- What?
- Here we go. That's my girl.

- Your what?
- I mean, my girl partner.

- Rack it up.
- Partner that happens to be a girl.

- Yeah, check it up.
- Yeah, up top.

- You got me?
- I got you.

- All right, D'ed up.
- All right.

- Come on. Go that way.
- D up, baby.

- Tie game. One up.
- Wait.

- We're keeping score?
- Oh, yeah.

What we're talking about. Come on.

- All right.
- Ball check.

All right. Eric's on my team.

- Your team?
- Our team. Eric's on our team.

- Okay. Okay.
- Where you going? Where you going?

- Hah!
Hah!

- What?
- We got Nell and you guys got Eric.

Oh, no, no. We've got Nell.

You passed the ball to Eric,
Nell is on my team.

- What?
- Our team.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Time out. Please join me upstairs.

- Score's tied up.
- To be continued.

Uhn. Oh-ho. So pretty.
So pretty. Hey, good game.

Don't even think about it.

- I didn't.
- Walk on.

Really?

Yesterday afternoon
at the Vietnam Consulate.

No identification yet on the victim
or the shooter.

- Is it a coroner's case?
- Hospital case. Saint Anne's.

The young man
was rather fortunate.

A wound to the arm
and concussion from the fall.

- What about the car?
License plates removed.

Tinted windows. Can't make out
the driver or the shooter.

Sounds like something for L.A.P.D.

- Miss Jones?
- Last week, same location.

Mm. Looks like somebody
didn't get their visa approved.

Tomorrow morning, the consulate
hosts a Southeast Asian conference.

With key diplomats
from 11 different countries.

- Including the Secretary of the Navy.
Philippines and Indonesia.

They've got Islamic cells
that would like to destabilize.

American ties in the region.

Well, hospital or consulate?

Hospital.

Consulate.

Everything you can find on groups

who oppose the current regime
in Vietnam, please, Eric.

- I'm on it.
- Sweet three-pointer, Nell.

Oh. Thanks, Hetty.

The bullet in the arm
didn't cause any critical damage.

They repaired his scalp laceration

but he's still confused
from the concussion.

Does he know who shot him?

No identification on him?

No. He's a John Doe.

What's your name?

His name is Tuan Nguyen.

And you are...?

Yen Tran, his employer.

We started phoning hospitals
when he didn't show up for work today.

I'm glad we found him.

Special Agent Hanna.
Special Agent Callen.

- What kind of work does he do?
- Garment district. He's a tailor.

- Does he speak English?
- No. He comes from a small village.

Sends money home to his family.
I brought his passport.

- Any history of criminal behavior?
- Never. Very honest.

Hard worker.

The passport's valid, visa's current.

Yeah?

I'll scan a copy to Eric.

He said a stranger in a
car started to chase him on Wilshire.

We need to make a photocopy
of the passport.

Of course.

- What's in here?
- Cut-up clothes from the paramedics.

I may have to take a swab
just to test for any residue.

"James Cleary, U.S. Marine Corps."

Does he know this man?

Why is he carrying his name?

- So you know what'd be nice?
- What?

A little trophy for the winning team.
It would look great next to my stapler.

Why yours and not mine?
What's wrong with my desk?

Nothing an industrial vacuum cleaner
couldn't fix.

Okay, so I like to keep stuff
on my desk. Big deal.

Stuff? Really?
What color is your desk exactly?

- Brown. Brownish.
- Timber or laminate?

- Laminate?
- Really?

We're coming up to the consulate.

Head of security's waiting for us.
We best focus.

I used to bust Asian bangers
back in the day.

They should just check this kid
for gang tattoos.

I mean,
it could be just a routine drive-by.

- That didn't feel so routine.
- No.

No, it didn't.

The car that went boom
is registered to Cadeo Hoang.

- He's an attorney in Orange County.
- And a key player in the Viet Dang Tin.

It's an organization trying
to bring democracy to Vietnam.

Didn't we already lose that war?

The democratic movement
wants to restore human rights

to what they consider
an oppressive regime.

They would have good reason
to discredit the government.

- Cadeo's office is in Garden Grove.
- On it.

- Any luck hunting down that marine?
- First Lieutenant James Cleary.

- Looks like Saigon.
- Good eye. He served in Vietnam.

He's a retired social worker,
currently a guide at Regent Gardens.

How'd the kid in the hospital
get his name?

I'm hoping we can find that out now.

Oh, my God.

- Was anyone hurt?
- Luckily, no.

So tell me, how is it that your car came
to be parked outside the consulate

with a bomb inside of it?

My car was stolen last night
while I was sleeping.

Funny. There's no record of that.

I had to be in court first thing,
so I took a cab.

- My wife was going to call the police.
- Except for the fact that didn't happen.

Because my father
fell in the bathroom this morning.

- Convenient.
- He broke his hip.

- Sorry to hear about that.
Ahem.

Viet Dang Tin.

How long you...
How long you been with them?

Ever since law school. Seven years.

You know, the FBI's been keeping
a close eye on that organization

because they have been linked
to several bombings

of Vietnamese embassies.

Look familiar to you?
London, 2000?

Phnom Penh, 2001?

That was a completely different group.
The Government of Free Vietnam.

They stopped all terror activity
in 2005.

Our only weapons now are social
media and educational pamphlets,

not guns and bombs.

We'll still have to check you
and your home for explosive residue.

Be my guest.

So why have so many members of
your organization been arrested, then?

Because the Vietnamese government
suppresses

freedom of expression
and assembly.

If you speak out or expose corruption,
you end up in jail for 10 years.

That is the kind of injustice
we try to expose.

But of course,
never with car bombs.

I think we were set up.

And who would do that?

Agents of the government
who are trying to paint us as terrorists.

They'll do anything
to stop the democratic movement.

They don't want an Asian Spring.

That was a lifetime ago.

I did a 13-month tour as
a platoon commander and translator.

You were a translator?

Studied Vietnamese in college.

After Officer Candidate School,
I was shipped overseas.

My battalion commander
took advantage of my skills.

I interviewed the locals,
got intel on the enemy.

So how'd this kid end up
with your name in his pocket?

It's a close-knit community.

I translate at the free clinic
and for Meals on Wheels.

He in the garment industry?

Hmm. Someone may have given him
my name to help him plan his escape.

I also volunteer for CAST.

CAST?

Coalition to Abolish
Slavery and Trafficking.

Human trafficking.

Poor villagers from all over Asia
are brought here

with the promise of a job, education.

They end up working long hours,
no pay, under terrible conditions.

Why didn't he go to the police?

Where he comes from, the police
are as corrupt as the traffickers.

You check out his workplace.

If it's shady, I can help you
with shelter, counseling, legal aid.

- Now, I gotta lead the 1:00 tour.
- Thank you.

- Keep in touch.
- We will.

Oh, folks, welcome to the garden.

How are you?

He seem a little off to you?

Maybe.

Like his mind is somewhere else.

Vietnam was 40 years ago.

It takes a long time to heal.

Maybe we stirred up
some memories.

All right,
why don't we start over here?

Outside, down by two.
What you got? Oh!

Not basketball, it's netball.

Netball, is that the game where
the girls wear the tiny little skirts?

Oh, that's the one.

Ooh. Maybe we should start
a netball team.

- Yeah, I'm in.
- Really? Wait, really?

Yes,
if we all wear the same uniform.

- That just became a terrible idea.
- Yeah.

Nell?

Cadeo Hoang's
organization is squeaky clean.

The U.S. Ambassador to Vietnam

actually attested
to their peaceful means.

Okay, hospital photos.

That is some very interesting ink
on Tuan's back.

The boy with the dragon tattoo.

Yeah, very similar to the corporate logo
of this free software from the web.

Converts a standard keyboard
to Vietnamese characters.

But the software
is embedded with a virus

that's been destroying
the Vietnamese democracy blogs,

so maybe Tuan is connected
to the company.

You think our kid has
computer skills?

Or he works for someone who does.

When was the last time
you were on the court?

I sang the national anthem
with my high school madrigal choir.

Nothing beats a great madrigal,
except for not a madrigal.

Do they wear skirts?

OSHA compliance, Department
of Labor wage and hour certificates.

- Tuan's back to work already?
- I told you he was a hard worker.

He's feeling much better.

Uh... Excuse me, please.

I don't have time. Take care of it.

You know what to do.

My husband, Binh. He does not
have a good sense for business.

Excuse me. Go ahead, Nell.

What are you doing?

Okay.

- What?
- She wants to make you a present.

She says a handsome man like you
deserves a nicer shirt.

That's not necessary.
Yeah, thank you.

There's no surveillance video on Yen's
factory, but here's a juicy little tidbit.

Checking tax records,

her garment output far exceeds
the work of eight employees.

We'll need a search warrant
for her home and business.

- Got it.
- Thanks.

I don't think
we've seen the last of Yen.

I'm gonna have to come back
and get my shirt.

- Your shirt?
- Yeah, sweet old lady.

Maybe she works on commission.

Why would they be bringing
racks of new clothes into the building?

That's like someone delivering takeout
to the back of your favorite restaurant.

No plates in the front.
Let's see where this guy's going.

- Where the hell are we?
- City Terrace, East L.A.

- Thinking this is a sweatshop?
- Yen's downtown factory is just front.

- Can I help you?
- Looking for the 10 freeway.

- Make a left on Eastern.
- Okay, thanks.

How many workers
you think they got inside?

Enough that they need armed guards
to keep them in place.

Or they've got something else to hide.

So L.A.P.D. Gang Unit
didn't recognize the ink.

I'm working on the origin
of the computer virus.

It's a secure Asian site,
no traceable registration, top secret.

- Here's what we found.
- I'll take sweatshops for $200, Alex.

Could be a good place
to hide weapons and explosives.

We discovered that Yen
is a major donor to the Viet Dang Tin.

Now, that makes sense.

A lot of Vietnamese business owners
are pro-democracy.

- They provide funding.
- Yeah, for a peaceful movement.

But she could also be bankrolling an
under-the-radar pro-democracy group

willing to use bombs
to make their point.

- Maybe we should raid the sweatshop.
- No, I don't want to scare her off.

If she's the money person,
she'll lead us to the terrorists.

Anything new from Immigration?

Three years ago, Tuan arrived
at LAX with others from his village.

Mai Nguyen and Hanh Phan.
No criminal records.

They came in on B-1 visas as
domestic workers of foreign nationals,

but no one can find them now.

Their I-94s had bogus names
and addresses

- for their sponsoring "employer."
- Two more trafficking victims.

I wonder if Mai Nguyen
and the kid Tuan are related.

That's a good thought, Mr. Callen,
but a bit of a long shot.

Nguyen is the surname of about 40
percent of the Vietnamese population.

We have less than 18 hours
to the conference.

Do we want to evacuate the consulate
and the surrounding block?

They could still try to attack
the diplomats at the hotel or airport.

Yen is the key to getting the terrorists.
We're going back to the factory.

I'm gonna see
if Cleary wants to join us.

Kensi, Deeks, keep a close eye
on her house. Beverly Hills.

That's where I wanna be.

Fascinating tattoo.

"The Dragon and the Fairy."

You know what it means?

It's the creation myth of Vietnam.

A male descendent of the dragons wed
a female descendent of the fairies.

She laid a hundred eggs
which begat a hundred children.

That's a fertile fairy.

Fifty of the children went with her
to the northern highlands

where they learned to breed animals
and grow fruit trees.

The other 50 stayed with the dragon
to farm and fish the lowlands.

- It's a metaphor for national unity.
- Exactly, Mr. Callen.

Even though the two Vietnams
seem apart and different,

they share the same parents.

Despite their separation,
their bond can never be broken.

So a kid with the tattoo
and a company with a similar logo...

Could be a coincidence. The image is
very common throughout the country.

Exactly how do you know all this?

My first assignment
out of the academy was Saigon,

- 1968, as an undercover journalist.
- Really?

Yes.

Some time I'll tell you about
snake wine shots with Ho Chi Minh.

Qui, could you introduce
our other translator?

He says he doesn't know me.

You don't trust my translation
or you don't trust me?

She's just checking his wounds.

You ever heard of anyone
talking about attacking the consulate?

No.

Why did you go there?

He says he was being chased.

Were you trying to escape
from your employer?

No.

Do they pay you and treat you well?

So none of these guys
look familiar to you?

Yes, but I don't think
he's telling you the truth.

He's too afraid of their threats.

What kind of threats?

Well, it's usually, "If you talk,
we'll kill your family back home."

You all go now.

Agent Hanna.

- Your shirt is ready.
Ah.

Thank you. Wow, it's beautiful.
I will wear it with great respect.

Go on. Try it on now.

- How much longer?
We're done.

He couldn't identify
any of the gang suspects.

- Okay, we'll let you get back to work.
Thank you.

Ten-foot jumper.

Ah. Kssh.

Guess there's money
in the shirt business, huh?

Yeah, if you don't pay your workers.

Are you kidding me?

What, it's just a drop of pomegranate
green tea.

It's probably good for your skin.
Here, I got it. I got it.

No, I'm fine, I'm good.
Deeks, I'm good. Deeks, off.

Hey, heads up.

Here we go.

It looks like the housekeeper.

Well, speaking of housekeeping,
clean up your balls.

You're just mad
because I left them all over your car.

Please, they're not even big enough
to worry about.

Excuse me?

Excuse me, hi.
I'm sorry, I'm a little bit lost.

Do you know
where the Beverly Center is?

Sorry, no English.

Oh, well...

KENSI

Did you want something?

Yeah, I was looking
for a Vietnamese nanny.

Why would you want
a Vietnamese nanny?

Because my grandmother
was French.

The French were not kind
to my country.

Oh, well, you know,
she had a Vietnamese cook

who made the most delicious pho
and also a housekeeper

who was super hard-working. She was
so meticulous, it was incredible.

Do you happen to know
if someone's looking for a job or...

- Try the agencies.
- Um... Okay.

- Is there anyone that you would...
- I don't know.

Okay.

Well, thank you.

- Not the friendliest of neighbors.
- Recognize the housekeeper?

Eric showed us her passport.
That's Mai Nguyen.

Yeah.

That's the villager
that came over with Tuan.

They're keeping her
on a short leash.

And I think we know why.

Are these
the new night vision binoculars?

- You boys doing some camping?
- If we have to.

Eric, I'm gonna need facial recognition
on everybody

- going in and out of the sweatshop.
- You got it.

Nice shirt.

So the Vietnamese Consulate
is reporting new e-mail threats.

They appear to be from
the Viet Dang Tin, but they're not.

They also claim they'll attack
the conference tomorrow

unless 27 pro-democracy
political prisoners are freed in Hanoi.

The messages originate
from the same secure Asian server

- that distributes the computer virus.
- So Viet Dang Tin is being framed.

FBI's got it all wrong.

They got Cadeo and his associates
under surveillance.

While the real terrorists
lay the groundwork for an attack

to discredit
the pro-democracy movement.

Can you trace the e-mail?

It's crazy secure, but I've been known
to work a little magic.

Yeah, can you saw a lady in half?

No, but I can make the
Vietnamese Bureau of Vital Statistics

- appear out of thin air.
- That's just as good.

And look what we found.

It turns out the nanny, Mai Nguyen,
is actually Tuan's mother.

So she's overheard conversations
at Yen's house.

She probably knows
about any bad guys who visit.

We need to bring her
to the boatshed.

Time to release the hounds.

Mai!

Get off me!

Stupid dog.

Zeke, come on.
Get back. Come here.

I'm so sorry, he got away from me, sir.
The leash actually broke. I'm so sorry.

We were doing some special
Pavlovian training

and there was movement
in the underbrush.

It was a hedgehog, maybe a rabbit.
He started running after it.

I'm so sorry. No, Monty, what are
you doing to the nice... No, no.

Blackhawk down. I'm so sorry, sir.
Monty, sit down for a second.

I'm not gonna tolerate
your insubordinance. Stop barking.

Monty, I got kibble.
Oh, I just dropped it all over your face.

Monty, get away
or I'm gonna pepper spray you.

- Get him off of me.
- I'm trying, sir.

- Oh, that's my bad. I'm so sorry, sir.
- Aah!

KENSI

That's completely
and totally my fault.

Hey, an ice cream truck.
That's gonna wear off, you'll be fine.

You want a Fudgsicle, huh?
Let's go.

Come on, get it. Come on, boy.
Good boy, all right.

Let's go hit on some poodles.

For three years,
I do not see my son or talk to him.

I sorry, my English...

Oh, no, no, no. Your English is fine.

They don't know I speak.
I learned with little boy.

- Every day, we watch Sesame Street.
- Elmo rocks.

Sorry, I thought that we would
need you to translate here.

Her English is limited.
You still might.

- Do visitors ever come to the house?
- Never.

Husband and wife
do not like each other.

He go out every night, alone.
Home at 2 in morning. I still cleaning.

In the middle of the night?
When do you sleep?

Four hour is good.

What happened here?

If she does not like my cooking
or cleaning, she hit me. Every day.

This has been going on for years?

- Why didn't you ever run away?
- If I leave, they say I go to jail.

They say I...

- They told you you'd get raped?
- By police.

They say if I tell anyone,
they kill Tuan.

- Wow, nice boss.
- How did you get this job?

A hundred cases
like this every year in L.A.

From Asia, South America, Africa.

This doesn't make any sense. I mean,
Yen could afford it if she wanted...

It's about power, not money.
They haven't paid Mai a penny.

She still has to work off her airfare,
her visa, her room, board, clothing.

- She's a slave.
- Mm-hm.

And her son.

Those two have been here
every day.

- How about pizza for dinner?
- How about something healthy?

Okay.

Sprouts on your half,
bacon on mine.

I wonder what's in the bags?

A visit from a known terrorist
would be nice.

Yeah, I'd settle for a delivery
of illegal weapons.

You go live with the audio?

Seriously?

Sounds like a hundred mosquitoes
buzzing in my ear.

I'd go crazy in there.

Need help from the boatshed.
Hey, Deeks?

- What's up?
- Can you get Cleary on the line?

- He's on. It's the sweatshop.
- Hey, Cleary?

What are they shouting about?

They're calling them lazy, worthless,
says they're not working fast enough.

- Aah!
- It sounds like a beating.

Caning.

They're asking Tuan
what he told the police.

Tuan says nothing,
but they don't believe him.

- We gotta go in.
- As soon as the guards exit.

We don't need
any collateral damage.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

They're shouting, "Help us.
Fire." They've torched the place.

I'm gonna notify city fire
of your location. Hold on.

We're on the move.

One, two, three.

Uhn! Solid as a rock.
We're better off trying the door.

Let's go.

Stand back.

It's reinforced steel.

Deeks? How are we doing on that ETA
for the fire department?

- Three to five minutes.
- That's too long.

Get them away from the wall.

- Cleary, you still there?
- I'm here. I'm here.

How do you say, "Move back"?

Cleary, "Or you'll die."

Let's go! Out!

- Come on, everybody!
Go, go, go!

Hurry up!
Go, go, go! Come on, come on!

- Come on, come on!
- Let's go! Come on!

- You good?
- I'm good.

Wish I could say the same
about your new shirt.

Come on, come on.

Gotcha!

Do I detect a note of triumph
in your voice, Mr. Beale?

I cracked the encryption
and broke through the firewalls.

We've got the IP address
that launched the computer virus

and the e-mail threats
against the consulate.

That's Yen's home address.

She's funding
the pro-democracy movement.

- Why would she try to destroy it?
- Maybe she didn't.

I just got the results back on the swab
Kensi took of Binh's Porsche.

It a direct match
to the consulate car bomb.

Looks like Yen's husband's
been playing with some

high-grade explosives.

Perhaps he tired of his wife's
materialistic ways.

Where are Sam and Callen?

On the way to Yen's house
to arrest her.

- And Kensi and Deeks?
- Five minutes closer.

Who do we got inside, Eric?

I've got two on the exterior
and three inside.

I suggest you wait for Sam and Callen,
Mr. Deeks.

Will do.

- Gun!
- Federal agents!

Scratch that, we're taking fire.

Go.

We're clear out here.

Down.

I think I just dinged a Ming.

Go.

Down!

- Okay, plan?
- I think we wait until he reloads.

Did you see the size
of the magazine?

Okay. I'll pop up, I draw his fire,
you take him out.

- I guess, it's my turn to get shot.
- Let's do it together.

- God, you talk pretty.
- One, two...

- Did you guys stop for coffee?
- How many more?

According to Eric, only one,
probably Binh.

- Take the perimeter, we're going up.
- Yeah.

I got Yen.

She's dead.

Got something.

- That's an interesting shoe rack.
- RPG.

RPGs.

Could have been
one hell of an attack.

Balcony.

- Federal agents!
- Drop your weapon!

You heard the man!

The pro-democracy movement
will be crushed.

- We can talk about it later.
- There will be no Asian Spring.

Who knew
we still had one of these things?

The office I tracked down in Cat Loi
has filing cabinets, not computers.

The clerk had to walk a mile
to the nearest fax machine.

- So do we get Cleary to translate?
- I don't think so.

Callen needs to see this.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

One question never got answered.

Why did Tuan really
have your name?

Three year ago,
I give it him in case he ever in trouble.

At home, all the old people say
this man, Cleary, he is hero.

My unit liberated a few villages
in their province.

I had no idea
they were still talking about it.

I think there's a little bit more
to the story.

You might wanna take a look at this.

- A birth certificate.
- It's Mai's birth certificate.

You're listed as her father.

He is my father?

So beautiful, Mai.

Just like your mother.

- She died long time ago.
- I know.

I knew my father is American, but...

He says I am the dragon
and his grandma is the fairy.

And now we're all together again.

Lanh was a school teacher.

I helped rebuild their village
after it was destroyed in '73.

We were quite a team.

- Mai was born in '75.
- It was my second tour of duty.

I was attached to the Marine security
at the U.S. Embassy in Saigon.

Bought Lanh a ring,
found out she was pregnant in April.

It was the fall of Saigon.
I was on one of the last Hueys out.

You flew to Task Force 76.

Alone.

I tried to keep in touch, send money,
but she was relocated.

I knew the letters
weren't getting through.

- Years later, I had to move on.
- You got married?

Kids, grandkids. Heh.

Thank you.

Not finding my Vietnamese family
was the biggest regret of my life.

- I'm trying to find them a shelter.
- No need.

They're coming home with me.

Top of the key, G.

Let's go, let's go.
Time-out.

If this motley crew
is going to play an official game,

you're going to need
a proper referee.

Time in!
Let's go. Check it up.

Check him up.

- What you got? What you got?
- Take it to the net.

Offensive foul. Charging.

- What?
- Hetty, he was still moving.

Mr. Deeks was in a set position.

His feet were stationary, his arms
were not in a downward motion.

No way. No way.

- Technical foul.
- What?

Disrespectful communication
with the official.

- One free throw for Mr. Deeks.
- Yeah!

- Followed by his team's possession.
Whoo-hoo!

- Hetty, how could it be charging...?
- Oh, careful, careful, Mr. Hanna.

- What did I do?
- Unsportsmanlike contact

with the official could lead
to a disqualifying foul and ejection.

Come on, Hetty, you'd bench me?

Don't make me kick your butt all
the way to the locker room, Mr. Hanna.

And don't you for one moment think
I wouldn't.