Here comes another one.
See, I knew it.
Look at those turbo-jet engines, the upswept winglets.
I totally schooled you.
Kill the smug mug, Amelia Ass-heart.
I got three right without the extra pair of eyes.
Must be private. No markings.
Maybe it's somebody famous.
- It looks like a Gulfstream. - Are you sure?
You can tell by the passenger windows on the side.
Dude looks like a bodyguard.
And there's another one.
Get down.
Those are cops, man.
The other guy's got cuffs on.
- Stop! - Oh, man.
- Whoa! - Are you seeing this?
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Maybe they're shooting a movie.
Dude, that's no movie.
Eat your breakfast.
You okay?
I'm not comfortable with authority figures.
It's why I do what I do.
Computers don't talk back.
Well, I mean, technically, they can.
But even then I can manipulate the voice to make it soothing if I want.
Sexy, even.
- Too much information. - Yeah.
What did he ask you?
Same thing I'm gonna ask you, Agent Callen.
Finish your report?
Have you started your report?
We just buried Agent Vail two days ago, director.
Does this charade really need to be perpetuated any longer?
Charade?
Hetty, you know as well as I do, procedure has to be verified,
reports have to be filed.
Yes, I see.
And by the director of the entire agency too.
Don't get me wrong.
Your presence here is always valued. Even welcomed.
And I'd much prefer to converse with you face to face.
But let's drop the pretence, shall we?
The only thing your presence is not going to do is this:
Change my mind.
- Hetty. - Leon.
This is Vance.
When?
How many?
All right.
I need everybody upstairs right now.
An hour ago there was a shootout. Private jetport, Van Nuys.
Couple of amateur plane spotters recorded the incident
with a video camera and a pair of digital binoculars.
That's a prisoner transfer. One of ours?
Military police. One dead. Two wounded.
Military police?
In plain clothes on a private airstrip?
Must've been a high-value prisoner.
Who has now vanished.
- Army CID will be all over this. - And so will we.
The prisoner they were transporting was the leader of Talib al Jihadiya.
Keshwar?
The Army has had Ala a Din Keshwar
- all this time? - Yeah.
Dom was abducted to exchange for this guy.
And they didn't tell us they had him?
There was a breakdown in the system somewhere.
- If we'd known about this we... - It would have made no difference.
- Isn't that right, Miss Lange? - We don't negotiate with terrorists.
I'll get on the phone. I'll cut through the bureaucracy.
Agent Callen, you do what you need to do.
Find Keshwar.
I want another 15 feet behind that vehicle.
- Thanks. - Okay.
Agents Callen and Hanna, NCIS.
Major Rick Medina, Army CID out of Washington.
I just got an earful from my boss, who got an earful from your boss,
meaning, I'm already prone not to like you guys.
I'm not feeling a lot of love for you right now, either.
When was Keshwar picked up?
Intel caught up with him leaving the Philippines.
We grabbed him at Honolulu International.
And then decided not to share that information with any other agency?
You can bitch that one up the flagpole.
It's above my pay grade, and I don't play politics.
I deal in reality.
One agent dead, two others wounded, one critical.
All to free up some Bin Laden wannabe to kill even more.
- Our case. - My men.
Our city.
- We pool what we know, then. - Anything on the shooters?
One of them was a ground-crew supervisor.
Longtime airport employee.
The other two were newbies. Their paperwork checks out.
- What was the supervisor's name? - Pierce.
- First name? - Mike.
- Who's in charge here? - Brosnan. First name Susan.
So, what have you got for me?
Nothing.
Knock yourselves out.
You know who I'd like to knock out?
I'd like to talk to you about Mike Pierce. You're his boss?
And operations manager.
- How well did you know him? - I guess not as well as I thought.
Last few days, he seemed a little distant, but...
No, this...
Hard to believe this is real.
What about the other two?
They were new employees.
But I assure you, I had background checks done on both of them.
Then how did Pierce know about this flight?
Everybody knew about the flight.
Like they know about every flight they need to clean and refuel. It's their job.
The passenger list is kept confidential.
So who told Pierce?
By the glaring looks you're giving me, you suspect that person is me.
Was I glaring?
I thought I was squinting.
Well, this is one passenger list I did not see.
I didn't even know it was a military flight.
Was there any paperwork that Pierce might have seen that tipped him off?
Not that I can think of.
People who use this facility pay a premium for our discretion.
Guess the Army will be getting a refund, then.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
- Is Pierce married? - Yes.
I'm gonna need a home address.
I'm not sure who I dislike the most. Her or him.
That's funny. I got the impression you disliked them both equally.
Sam.
Eric, I need an ambulance. 2724 Rushmore. Now.
Female GSW.
It's okay. It's okay. They're on their way.
Save my...
Save my husband.
What did she say?
"Save my husband."
Okay. Thanks, Eric.
Vance just released Keshwar's photo to the media.
Said she should be dead.
Well, they probably thought she was.
Who are "they"?
Keshwar's people. Tying up loose ends.
L.A.P.D.'s got the perimeter.
Forensic team can't get here for at least three hours.
- I don't have three hours. - Good thing you've got me, then.
You think Pierce's wife was in on it?
Maybe she was held captive in her own house.
Bound, gagged and fed nothing
but yogurt, turkey sandwich and some sort of green tea.
That was, uh, specific.
And true.
She was their insurance policy.
To make sure that Pierce followed through with his end of the bargain.
Mm. Which he does, dying in the process.
- Don't need her anymore. - And they're gone.
Question is, where?
- The answer is anywhere. - Or maybe not.
Not if you've lost your driver. Mike Pierce was a pilot.
Keep looking.
If they're not here in three hours, I'm leaving.
Hooray for Hollywood.
I hope that means you found something, Eric.
They slip up.
They always slip up.
No matter how good they think they are,
they can't escape the all-seeing eye in the sky.
Or in this case, the kids with the cams.
Behold...
...the van.
- Someone watching. - And no licence plate.
Shootout happened at 9:47.
And this taken from a security camera
at the nearest exit exactly two minutes later.
No rear licence plate either.
- And he picked up a passenger. - Keshwar.
So how are we gonna find the van?
Hooray for Hollywood.
Who needs a licence plate when you've got kaleidoscope?
It's trawling through traffic cameras as we speak.
If they're on the road, we'll find them.
Meanwhile, Keshwar's photo is running on news channels
and Internet feeds all over the city.
And security at every airport, train station
and bus depot is on high alert.
He's a rat in a trap.
He's a needle in a haystack.
Yeah, but it's a very distinctive needle.
The problem is we don't have a warm body
with known ties to Keshwar or Talib al Jihadiya.
Yes, we do.
Mowahd.
Moe has not been seen since Dom was killed.
Well, it ain't for a lack of trying.
I've been running facial recognition for five days,
cross-referencing his photo with feeds from every camera I can tap into.
- What are your search parameters? - I started where you last saw him,
been expanding the radius block by block.
Teenage kid, all alone, needs to hide out. Where do you go?
The streets.
Figure out pretty quickly where the other kids go.
Hollywood, Santa Monica, Venice.
Moe always said the beach made him feel small.
He might think it's a good place to get lost.
Change your search parameter. Start in Venice, work your way east.
What are you thinking?
Two needles in the haystack.
Yes.
Well, I don't care if you have...
Fine.
Sooner than later, I hope.
Thank you. Damn it.
Ah, the proverbial sound of someone tightrope-walking across red tape.
And falling.
I wanna know why we were left in the dark in this Keshwar business.
That would be beneficial.
It seemed to be doing all the "quid" without any benefit of the "pro quo."
I'll keep you apprised.
You seem to be afraid to speak with me privately,
knowing damn well that I won't do this in front of my coworkers.
Smart.
But ultimately ineffective.
I've suffered a lot of losses over the years, Leon. We all have.
Yeah.
But the loss of one of my agents
I cannot withstand.
Agent Sullivan was my first and, I swore, my last.
But swearing seems to have proven a hollow gesture.
And I'm left with no choice.
I thought I'd save Uncle Sam the postage.
My letter of resignation.
This isn't over, Hetty.
Oh, I'm afraid, for me, it is, Leon.
Been way too quiet, amigo.
If you don't do or say something
worthy of my sarcastic ridicule in the next ten seconds,
I'm gonna play nothing but show tunes in the car from now on.
And don't think I won't do it.
Maybe you should talk to Nate.
Or you could talk to me.
What is there to say?
Oh, I don't know.
That you feel responsible for Dom's death.
Maybe if you'd trained him better, he might not have been abducted.
Maybe if you'd just gotten there a few seconds earlier, he might still be alive.
See?
What's there to say?
And then I could say
that you need to stop thinking that way.
That you did all you could do.
That Dom's death particularly sucks
because he was so young and didn't deserve it.
You'd probably say something about losing people before,
and I think we'd both agree that it never gets any easier.
Hm.
You might also say that you're sad.
You know what?
I am too.
You had to play the show-tunes card, huh?
I found a needle.
Which one?
Moe.
Moe. Wait. Moe.
Wait. Moe.
Moe. Moe, put the knife down.
Stay away.
We know you're tired, Moe.
And a little scared.
We also know you tried to help our agent.
You gave him a key, didn't you?
So he could get away?
He make it?
Come on, Moe.
Come on.
Hands behind your head.
Hey.
You're into some pretty serious stuff here, you know that, Moe?
Is he gonna roll over?
If he is, Sam's our best shot.
Is your head clear?
Because I need you in the game, man.
I'm sorry about your friend.
They told me no one would be hurt.
- And you believed them? - I believed a lot.
But now,
I believe in nothing.
So did you do it?
Do what?
Verify procedure.
File reports.
You know that there was never any suggestion
of any wrongdoing regarding Agent Vail
on anyone's part.
So why are you here, director?
I'm here to see how you guys are doing.
So?
We're doing okay.
And Hetty?
- You know Hetty. - Mm.
She doesn't just keep things close to the vest.
She actually sews them in the vest and covers it with Kevlar.
I actually thought she'd take it worse.
Especially considering what happened in '99 with Agent Sullivan.
Maybe this time is different.
I hope so.
This place would fall apart without Hetty.
That it would.
Why should I help you?
You did the right thing helping my friend.
Turning your back on them took courage.
Did it take courage for you to kill my father?
Taking any life takes courage, Moe.
You know in your heart there's no other choice.
Was there no other choice?
Your father was pointing a gun at me.
Now you have to make a choice.
You can help me find Ala a Din Keshwar.
- So you can kill him too? - No.
So I can stop him killing other innocent people.
Will you help me, Moe?
Moe.
Will you help me?
Okay, Pierce. Let's see what you're hiding.
Whoa, whoa! It's just me. Just me.
Nate, you wanna get yourself shot?
Sorry. Sorry. I should have called out.
Maybe we should have, like, a password or something.
You know, like, I say "flash," you say "thunder."
Something like that.
We don't have to. It's not a good idea.
- What are you doing here? - I thought you could use company.
You know, checking out Pierce's garage.
Extra set of eyes.
- It's cool. - Yeah.
Proverbial man cave.
Such a cliché.
"I need space."
Is it bad that mine consists of a beanbag chair,
cases of Otter Pops,
and Steven Seagal's entire oeuvre on DVD?
Men.
They always find a way to leave you.
Thinking about Dom?
Dom. My father. My ex-boyfriend. My old partner.
That's quite a body count, huh?
We all lose people we care about.
I know. I'm a textbook example, right?
Girl who can't commit because every man in her life dies.
No. You're just human, Kensi.
It's only natural to be struck by...
This is a World War II fighter plane. The P-38 Lightning.
And?
This side of the wall is devoted to cars.
The other side to planes.
This, my friend, is on the wrong side.
This is the biggest photo here.
Maybe he just wanted to feature it prominently?
Or maybe...
...he wanted to hide something.
Whoa. Careful. It might be a stash of por...
Nothing.
Must be at least $50,000 here.
Whoa.
It's a flight plan.
Fuel-burn rates, heights.
Low and fast into Mexico.
Pierce was in on it.
I was right.
Keshwar lost his driver.
You got a moment?
I thought that was pretty self-explanatory.
Well, the words are clear, yeah.
The sentiment is valid.
Just as clear and valid as it was in 1999 when it was written.
This is the exact same letter of resignation you turned in
when Agent Sullivan was killed.
You just changed the date.
Pencilled in a new one.
Hetty, this is unacceptable.
- Unacceptable? - Yes.
No, Leon.
But you wanna know what is?
I choose these people.
And I assess them.
I train them.
I put time and stock and heart in them.
And they die.
Proving one thing I've always suspected.
That I am not cut out for this job.
You're more cut out for this job than anybody I've worked with.
No. I was never, ever, cut out for this.
I just happen to have the capacity for it.
Yes.
- Is Director Vance still there? - He is.
I found the van.
Eric found the van.
You in the van! This is Major Medina, Army CID!
- How did they beat us? - Sir.
They get too aggressive, they could blow everything.
Callen. Sam. Nate, stay with the car.
Throw your weapons out of the window.
Get out of the vehicle and down on the ground.
Keshwar could be in there.
On my signal, we go in hot and heavy.
Final warning. Hands where I can see them.
Get out of the vehicle and get down on the ground. Now!
Medina, pull your men back. You don't know these guys.
But they don't know us.
They do not kill my men and get away with it.
- Oh, boy. - You wanna sit this one out?
Fine. But we're taking them.
- My men. My op. - They're praying.
- We're going hot.
- Pull back! Pull back now! - Get away from the van!
Everyone, away from the van.
- Let's go. Let's go. Come on! - They're martyrs.
- Gotta go! Come on! - Pull back!
I almost lost three men.
Four.
I'm not sure mine's worth counting.
We'll post up the bodies, see what we can turn up.
Well, at least Keshwar's out of the picture
and TAJ's back is broken.
I wouldn't jump to that conclusion.
Well, you just let me know when I can close the book on this guy.
You think he's in there?
Maybe they want us to think that so we can give up the hunt.
Dom?
Moe.
Keshwar wasn't in the van.
We all have to believe in something, Moe.
But first we have to have the courage to believe in ourselves.
A van blew up this afternoon.
Will you help me?
Okay, what do we know?
We know Mike Pierce was working for Ala a Din Keshwar.
Yeah, which means Keshwar's men paid off Pierce
but they held his wife captive.
Maybe Pierce was getting cold feet.
They wanted to make sure he went through with it.
But it all went south when Mike Pierce was killed at the airport.
Which means if he hasn't got a backup plan,
Keshwar's probably gone to ground.
Showed Moe the photos. All three of the men in the van
were from the youth centre. He knew them all.
Moe said one of them had a brother here in Los Angeles.
- His name is Tariq Hassan. - Eric.
On it.
All right. He's on a terrorist watch list.
- Last known whereabouts, Sudan. - One of the shooters from the airport.
Operations manager, Susan Brosnan.
She told us she performed background checks on both men.
There is no way this guy would have been cleared to work at an airport.
- Anywhere. - So she rubber-stamped him in.
Looked the other way.
So you think I helped that man?
Do I look like a terrorist to you?
Terrorist? No.
An opportunist, yes.
Bet you got a nice paycheck too, huh?
Look, I swear I don't know what you're talking about.
You can swear all you want.
But right now our agency is turning your life upside down.
It doesn't matter how they paid you.
We'll find out.
Or...
...you could make it easier on yourself.
Okay, wait. Wait.
Look, I work for very wealthy clients.
And I'm often given cash in return for favours.
What kind of favours?
You know, like stocking the plane with a certain food,
or drink, or party girls looking for a good time.
You name it, I've done it.
Someone asked me to give those men a job,
supply them with their paperwork.
Who asked you?
I never saw anyone face to face.
It was a voice on the phone or an envelope waiting for me.
I don't know.
- You mean, you didn't wanna know. - It was a lot of money.
It's too bad you won't be able to spend it.
You spring cleaning?
Heh. Call it what you will, Mr. Callen.
- It's your diary. - It certainly is.
You don't spring-clean your diary.
- Are we moving? - No.
Are you moving?
You didn't get fired, did you?
Certainly not.
You're not...
...quitting?
Uh, resigning. It's different.
Not from where I'm standing.
Oh, Mr. Callen.
I've been through a lot. Decades of "a lot."
And at some point you realise
there are remote islands you'd like to visit,
novels to lose yourself to,
culinary delights to fatten up on.
Huh.
Never thought I'd hear you rationalise.
If you feel the need to take the blame for Dom's death, Hetty,
you're gonna have to stand in line.
You are gravely mistaken
if you think I would let the death of one agent
- influence my occupational choices. - But you are.
That's one of the things I love about you.
Don't do this.
I'm afraid...
...my decision is final, Mr. Callen.
So Keshwar loses his ride to Mexico and can't risk public transport.
Steal a car, cross at the border.
- It's too risky. - Pay to be smuggled across then.
That takes time and contacts.
But he's obviously well-funded.
So who else could he pay off to get him out of the country?
Hmm.
The same people you pay off to get you into the country.
When you left the country and hooked up with Talib al Jihadiya,
how did you get back in?
On a ship.
I travelled from Sudan, boarding in Egypt.
What kind of ship?
A cargo ship.
You remember the name?
Was it flying a flag?
Yes, the flag, it was red.
Had a moon on it and a star.
Turkish flag?
Maybe Keshwar's trying to get out the same way he got Moe back in.
- Eric. - Yeah.
Port of Los Angeles.
Cargo ships that arrived ten days ago flying the Turkish flag. I need it now.
You got it.
Okay, six Turkish-registered ships on the current Harbor Commission list.
Three arrived in the past four days.
Two arrived more than two weeks ago.
Got it. The Hamideh.
Arrived ten days ago.
Uh-oh. It's scheduled to depart within the hour.
- Where, Eric? - Berth 403. You want backup?
No time.
Put Army CID in the loop.
There she is.
Guard on the gangway. Probably more each deck.
- I'll take Kensi. - Right behind you.
Hair.
- What are we supposed to be? - Drunk.
- Don't judge me. - I wouldn't think of it.
Hey, where do you think you're going?
We're going to our stateroom, thank you.
You've got the wrong place.
Hey, I paid good money for this cruise, okay?
I paid pretty good money for her too.
- Oh. - Save that for the stateroom.
- Oh. Whoa. - This is not your cruise ship.
Yes, it is.
Wow. Worth every penny.
Keshwar. We know he's here. Take us to him.
- You'll have to kill me. - Oh, I won't kill you.
I'll just blind you and paralyze you, make you wish you were dead.
Let me ask again.
- Where is he? - In the bow.
The bow.
Shooter on the deck.
Federal agents, stop!
- Who else is shooting? - Maybe we got backup?
Put your hands behind your back. Now.
Federal agents!
Medina! CID! We got him!
Thanks for the diversion.
The diversion?
Keshwar.
Men dying all around him and he slinks away like a rat.
- Not this time. - This is our guy, Medina.
No way.
We caught him, we deliver him. I got a backup team on the way.
- Who told you he was here? - Your boss. Thank him for me.
Come on. This way.
Eric, let me talk to Vance.
- Vance. - Has Army CID been briefed on this?
In the interest of joint operational intelligence, yes, they have.
I told Major Medina that Keshwar was being held on a Turkish ship.
Well, he beat us to it.
Medina just took Keshwar into custody.
Callen, I didn't say which ship.
Medina never gave me the chance. He hung up before I could tell him.
Major.
Just wanna know what it felt like.
What did what feel like?
That moment
when you went from protecting your country to betraying it.
I'm not sure I know what you're saying, Callen.
Why you didn't want us on the case. Why you were determined
to storm that van.
You wanted them dead so they couldn't identify you.
You were helping Keshwar all along.
Tell me it was just for the money.
It was.
- It is. - Shoot him.
You know I can't go with you, Callen.
You can't shoot all three of us.
I can try.
It is over.
So...
...what happens now?
You're gonna be placed under arrest.
You made a choice to join TAJ. There are consequences.
But you tried to help Dom.
You helped us find Keshwar.
That counts for something.
I brought you here, Moe.
You were 7 years old.
You remember what I told you?
I am your brother.
And you are my brother.
That's right.
I'm still your brother.
And I yours.
Director Vance.
- Sorry. - It's okay.
I'm headed back to D.C.
I'm setting up interviews for Hetty's replacement.
If you'd like be considered for the position...
No, thank you.
I'm very happy where I am.
Then I'll be in touch.
Take care.
A toast to your, uh, pending retirement.
A symbolic libation.
So you're not mad at me?
No.
Because I realised something.
I'm actually jealous of you.
Now you get to relax.
Sleep in late, have long lunches with your friends,
play canasta until your fingers bleed.
Now you're toying with me.
Save your whisky and your breath.
Vance already has my letter of resignation.
You mean this one?
Uh, where did you get that? Did Vance give that to you?
Well, not exactly.
You know, you can take the kid off the street, but, uh...
Did I mention the canasta?
Oh, hell.
Better make it a double.