Oh.
You are not of this world, my friend.
"USN?"
If I'm not mistaken, which I often am,
you've got a Naval signature.
Well, that's just weird.
Not weird at all.
Toe-tag check.
Not sure where they think anyone's going.
Mrs. Smith, present.
Mr. Yusef Afzal is under the guidance of the eminently qualified Rose Carlyle.
Yeah, sorry. Edward?
- Edgar. - Edgar.
Um, I have to call a friend...
I mean, a colleague.
Don't touch anything, okay?
I can never get a signal in here.
What would I touch?
I love my job.
My temporary unpaid internship
that will hopefully lead to a fully realized life.
Uh, incoming are left up front.
Do you think you're clever?
That you can read people?
That you know things?
Well, I'm an undercover agent for a highly respected federal agency,
so I'm gonna go with yes.
And I'm sorry about your syrup.
What you so crassly refer to as my syrup
is my Michoac�n shade-grown agave nectar.
My personal sweetener.
But, however, it isn't that to which I refer.
I've just, uh, received copies
of your federal 360 coworker evaluations.
Perfect scores in every category, for every coworker?
What can I say? You run a tight ship.
You know what you have to do with these.
Redo them.
I'll race you for it.
You think you can win?
- Just because you're... - I didn't say that.
- Just because I'm... - I didn't say that either.
All right, let's do it.
Come on, top of the wall.
Top of the wall.
I have to, uh, warn you
that if you indulge in this sort of frivolity and brinkmanship
and I win,
I'm going to expect these tomorrow.
Deal.
I also need to tell you that I've had years of practice.
You don't scare me.
- Well, maybe a little bit. - Ha, ha.
I seem to recall a certain Sherpa saying exactly that
just before I beat him to the Everest summit
with a broken arm.
You expect me to believe that?
Okay, see, now you're bluffing.
On three.
One.
Two.
Wise choice.
And, no, I won't do this just for fun.
I wasn't gonna ask.
Ask what?
Wait a minute.
- Was she bluffing? - Who?
She does this to me every time.
She knows I think she's bluffing,
then she starts with these Yoda mind tricks.
Did Callen sleep last night?
So that I don't take the challenge, which is what she wanted?
You didn't have him reading Hegel again?
It wasn't me. I burned all my copies.
Copies of what?
- Whoa, what are you drinking? - Coffee by the half gallon.
I'm literally mainlining caffeine, because it's much more "effish."
That's an efficient way of saying "efficient."
So is this why I have to pull over every 20 minutes for you to pee?
It's a con.
No, it's a double con, that's what it is.
That's exactly what it is.
- Callen. - Okay, what did I miss?
Hey, Rose.
I came back. I saw him and I ran.
- Rose? - Oh, here.
- Rose, slow down. - l... l... Yeah.
The... And l...
So I was trying to call you but he wouldn't stop chatting.
Oh, dear, I shouldn't say that now that he's dead.
And right here, he didn't have far to go.
We're done.
So I was walking out because reception in here is lousy,
but I came back.
I saw him and I ran.
Rose, you need to listen to me.
They had a plan. They had guns. You did the right thing.
Did I? Then why do I feel so crummy?
- Were you and Edgar close? - No, not at all.
That's the worst part.
I barely knew him.
Nate always knew what to say.
Not that you guys don't, but, you know.
He's an operational psychologist. That's what he does for a living.
- I miss him. - We all do.
You said you were trying to call me?
Yeah, yeah. I found a residue on the body.
You know, the one that was stolen, and I recognized the Naval signature.
USN.
U.S. Navy.
Nate and I talked about it once.
Um, so when I saw it
I thought, do I know anyone in the Navy?
I'll need to see a sample.
Of course.
The coroner's van is missing. Eric's looking for it.
These guys are good.
Residue on a stolen body with a Naval signature.
Does that sound normal to you?
No, it sounds classified to me.
They waited for the guard to make his rounds,
jimmied the door down the hall,
came right in, walked out the same way.
Okay, so that is there.
We also have them on camera here, here and here.
It's a closed-circuit DVR deck, but it's low-resolution.
They're wearing caps
and they're turned away from the camera.
Wow, bad guys, one.
Cops, zero.
Downloading.
Funny, isn't it? A thousand ways to die.
Only two ways to go, though, cremated or buried.
Not me, I don't wanna be buried and I don't wanna be burned.
But you will have to choose.
- Casket or urn? - Nope.
I'm going for cryogenic suspension.
Frozen in a suspended state of animation
and then thawed out when they have the technology to bring me back.
Can we keep you in the office?
With a little viewing window like an aquarium. That would be so cool.
You mock me, when I come back, do you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna marry your daughter.
- Oh, that is awkward. - That is creepy.
You know what I would love though, is for you to be my mother-in-law.
Think about that. Oh, Mrs. Blye, it's so good to see you.
What a wonderful one-piece jumpsuit you're wearing.
Would you stop? You're giving me nightmares.
Me helping you with your walker to the early-bird special?
Anything on the vic?
Ask Eddie Haskell.
I talked to L.A.P.D. And they're more than happy to hand the case over.
The report says it's a home invasion gone bad.
Yusef Afzal was killed by blunt-force trauma to the head.
He was hit, he fell and then died.
- And then half autopsied. - Then stolen.
It's a bad day even for a dead guy.
Eric found the van.
Kensi, take Beaver here and check it out, will you?
Beaver? Really?
Okay. No, that's fine.
If we're gonna do a nickname maybe we should do something cool.
Like Diesel? Or, uh, D-Rock or D-Unit?
Just think about it.
He needs decaf.
That's not much of a plan.
Steal a body, steal a van, drive four blocks, abandon the van.
I mean, this is completely nonsensical.
It seems to have worked for them.
Looks like one of your parking jobs, Deeks.
One of the reasons I became a cop. You can park anywhere you want.
Seriously, why did you become a cop?
You mean, like, honestly?
No, lie to me.
I wanted to protect people.
I wanted to do something that made a difference in people's lives.
That's really nice, Deeks.
That, and I know how girls love guys in uniforms.
- Overrated. - Really?
Overrated, the whole uniform thing?
You don't like that shiny badge? Those tight polyester pants?
Door, Deeks.
One, two, three.
Bomb.
Maybe they did have a plan.
What do we know about our stolen dead guy?
Yusef Afzal, 36 years old,
worked at Cal West Hospital as a computer tech.
No criminal record, nothing on Interpol, no watch list, nothing.
He was born here, he never left the country.
He's, like, the most boring guy in Venice.
And our body snatchers?
The bomb did an excellent job
of destroying any trace of what they were doing.
No visuals, no prints, no DNA,
and we're still tracking down that Navy signature
that was found on Yusef.
So why do you steal a dead body?
Proof of death.
- Satanic ritual. - Cannibalism.
- Just thinking outside the box. - You need to get back in the box.
But why this one? Why this corpse?
Why risk a murder conviction to steal it?
Maybe he's not Yusef Afzal. It could be a cover.
We could run Yusef'ss DNA,
see if he's in the SOCOM database.
It's a long shot.
I mean, if he's any kind of a jihadist, he'd be keeping a low profile.
Either he was a sleeper way below the radar
or Yusef has more secrets than we realize.
All right, according to L.A.P.D. Crime report,
neighbors heard yelling, came over, knocked on the door,
called the alarm company and 911 from the stoop.
Quite a neighborhood watch.
Report also says the perps escaped out the back.
Case is cold from there.
Oh, can I help you?
Can we help you carry Yusef'ss stuff to your car
because we're sort of wondering who you are?
And I'm wondering who you are.
We are investigating Yusef'ss murder.
Your turn.
Larissa Bay, his girlfriend.
I was just grabbing a few things of ours.
You know, memories.
If you need it for evidence, take it.
It's okay.
Maybe you can tell us a little bit about Yusef.
Where did you guys meet?
At the hospital.
I'm the charge nurse on the pediatric floor.
He was our computer tech.
I think he crashed my server a few times just to come by.
The old workplace romance trick.
Sounds like you two were serious.
I think we both thought it was going to be.
We were friends for years and started dating on Valentine's Day.
The police are calling this a home invasion.
Which is hard to believe. It's ridiculously safe. People everywhere.
Can you tell me about Yusef'ss background?
Where was he from? Was he religious?
His parents fled Beirut in the '70s.
They were Muslim but not observant.
So is that how he came to have a non-observant girlfriend?
I celebrate Christmas with my dad and seder with my mom,
and Yusef happily came to both.
Any chance that's not his real name, not his real background?
Yusef is not a closet radical or a militant,
if that's what you're thinking.
What he is, is completely American.
I'm just saying that people have an ability to hide a side of themselves.
Does your partner hide anything from you?
As a matter of fact, she does, yeah.
She's got a junk-food jones she doesn't think I know about.
But I find the Twinkie wrappers stuffed between the car seats.
That was one time on a stakeout.
If that was one time there's like 12 in a box, so that's...
The police report says that you were working the night of Yusef'ss death.
Think I had something to do with it?
Given the rocky family dynamic, you've got different religions,
- I think we're just saying... - You're not hearing me.
I loved Yusef.
After his shift,
he'd suit up and go into the NICU with me to rock the babies.
You have this all wrong.
Evidently.
You know, if he went into the NICU he can't be all bad.
- So you believe her? - I really wish somebody was lying.
Come on.
- Let me go buy you a Ding Dong. - Yummy.
This is the residue Rose got off Yusef'ss body, blown up.
See the geometric shapes?
It's a crystalline structure.
See the eensy-weensy little numbers?
That's a classified Navy project identifier.
It took some digging.
If you make a number that small, you're hiding something.
It's called Overwatch.
It's an experimental special-ops tracking system.
- And? - And that's it.
One-line description and then nothing,
nada, niente in the system on who, what, when anything.
They won't even talk about it over the phone. Insisted we do it in person.
Overwatch.
I know, it's very Sauron.
That's Lord of the Rings humor.
Sorry.
Overwatch is a tagging detection system
for use in counter-insurgency operations.
Sensor platforms can track insurgents as they retreat
or attempt to hide among the civilian population.
How about you tell us what's not in the catalog description.
Well, I can't get into specifics even with you people.
But the idea essentially is that you tag a guy with the residue,
you can track him anywhere on the planet by satellite
to within a yard away.
That's impressive.
You have no idea.
Special Ops started field-testing last month
in a single high-conflict war zone.
Here's our first go.
- Kunduz. - Afghanistan.
And here are the targets.
And here is the tracking history.
- How long does the residue last? - Few months, few days.
We give the residue the half-life we want.
And it stays on.
Clothes or skin. Let me show you.
You need, uh, steel wool or harsh chemicals to take it off,
and that's assuming you know you've been tagged.
This is inactive spray but it'll give you the idea.
Here, see for yourself.
Huh.
- Have there been any problems? - Tracking is spotty indoors.
And, uh, we had one incident involving a violent altercation
where the residue actually transferred subjects, but just once.
The real issue is overload.
Just the man-hours needed to analyze the data dump.
So many suspects doing so many questionable things.
Exactly. I gotta tell you this is a game changer.
But it's only as good as your human intel.
You have a target walk into a radical mosque, what do you know?
He could be using the bathroom
or hawking a new cell-phone plan to the imam.
Thanks to various concerns of a similar nature,
we're limited to Kunduz.
The geographic region is reasonably sized,
but there are lots of people to track while we work out the bugs.
Mind telling me how it ended up on Yusef Afzal?
Who, as far as we can ascertain, has never been to Afghanistan.
Yusef Afzal, he's not one of ours.
- We didn't put it on him. - So who did?
Access is highly restricted.
The residue isn't even stored stateside.
Bottom line, I have no idea.
Commander, can you bring up L. A?
As I said, there are no subjects stateside.
Humor me.
We don't use this domestically.
I don't understand.
Okay, this... It's gotta be a glitch.
Some glitch.
Because it looks like someone is illegally tracking dozens of Americans.
Or there's dozens of Afghan terrorists roaming around L.A.
Okay, got it.
It's not a glitch.
No, it's not a glitch.
The Pentagon just went on high alert.
Software says it started about three weeks ago.
A hundred and twelve subjects have been tagged.
Who? Why is the Navy tracking them?
It's not us.
Our satellites are picking up the residue.
The Overwatch software is recording and time-stamping it.
But the rest of the data has been encrypted.
We cannot read anything.
So somebody hijacked the world's most powerful tracking technology.
Basically, yes.
We haven't had any luck breaking the encryption.
He's spoofing his IP address.
Masking his real IP with a fake one. This guy's good.
He also hacked the tasking of satellites to collect over L.A.
Very good.
All right, so why tag a hundred people in Los Angeles?
And what's the connection to Yusef?
What about the targets?
Can we follow people home, check their work addresses,
cross-check them that way?
The encryption makes the computer think they're the same person.
So we just see these icons pop up willy-nilly.
But we did find a common vector.
Masjid Farook. It's a mosque in Westchester.
On any given day at afternoon prayer, you can get ten, 20, 50 targets.
So the hacker targeted this mosque.
Masjid Farook is not known to be a radical hot spot.
The imam likes publicity
and there's the occasional fringe speaker,
but it's not considered a security risk.
Well, what about its members?
Anybody on the watch list?
No one to set your heart racing.
I doubt whoever's behind this
is gonna get caught outside the mosque in a van
with a pair of binoculars and adult diapers.
But it wouldn't hurt to have our own surveillance to cross-check.
Eric, send the details to Kensi.
Nell, it's a nice visual.
I had another thought.
It's a little out there.
Okay, so this guy spoofed his IP address.
Yeah.
Now, he probably visits other sites from the same computer.
Maybe sometimes he forgets and visits, I don't know, ESPN
and is spoofing his IP address...
And sometimes he visits and he isn't spoofing.
Leaving the real IP address behind.
Now, that is very, very good.
Tall guy, 10 o'clock.
Mm-hm.
Kaffiyeh approaching our 9.
What do we think we're watching here?
Feels like random people going to a random mosque,
not a hotbed for terrorist activity.
If somebody's tracking them they probably have a reason.
Larissa said that Yusef came here.
Well, when he wasn't at shabbas and Christmas dinner.
Look what happened to him.
Well, I think it's nice that he can move between worlds.
How about moving between the worlds of murder,
abduction and covert tracking systems?
Is that nice?
Happy family, 8 o'clock.
Do you think they should know what's happening?
That some hacker is targeting them?
I mean, we already have one dead body.
Yeah, they have the right to know
that some creep is tracking them to the bathroom,
the corner bar, to their girlfriend's.
How about invading their privacy and compromising their safety?
Then again, who knows what the imam would do with the information?
He could denounce the situation, put it on YouTube,
send it to every tinderbox in the Middle East.
Oh, here we go.
High-speed target,
old lady with a walker, 9 o'clock.
Yeah, she's trouble. Ha, ha.
- Deeks, did you see that? - See what?
The guy with the tan jacket just sprayed something on someone.
What? Let me see.
- That's our guy. - Let's go.
Too late, Kensi, follow that cab.
Go, go, go.
So by cross-checking exact page views with the time of day,
politics in the morning, cricket at night,
and because people are painfully predictable in their Internet browsing,
I matched this spoofed IP address and this IP address.
Which is Brentstein & Associates.
A small firm specializing in risk analysis.
We did it.
It would take a warrant and a day and a half
to identify which computer.
And by then he'd have wiped his hard drive and be long gone.
Empty office.
Could access their employee list.
Interference?
We've got company.
One more minute.
Uh, excuse me.
Could you help me out here?
Depends on what you need.
Ha, ha. You're funny.
Uh, I'm looking for Alan, he's an accountant.
I've decided I need a numbers guy in my life.
Am I on the right floor?
There's no Alan here and we're not accountants.
I suggest you try the directory in the lobby.
Wait. You know what?
Maybe it wasn't Alan. Adam, Alex?
- You getting this, Eric? - Got it.
Running a broad spectrum search.
- Uh, Assan? - Nope.
- Great. Well, thank you. - Okay.
Oh, sorry, sorry. One more thing.
- Yeah. - Do you have a restroom?
I have this condition.
Thank you.
You better have a plan, G.
Hey, Eric? I think I got something.
Hector Cage, former Department of Homeland Security.
Worked on a bunch of boring stuff, boring stuff,
and the early development team of USN6457.
That's the code name for Overwatch.
I'm waiting, Eric.
This is your plan?
I let you take lead and ride shotgun for this?
Xeroxing blank pieces of paper?
People only see what they wanna see.
Dumb Luck Club.
Callen, Sam, we've got something.
Hector Cage, he's an analyst. I'm sending you his photo now.
See?
Good plan.
Dumb luck.
Where's Hector's office?
Hector Cage? We'd like to ask you some questions.
- Whoa, what are...? - We found the guy.
Huh. So did we.
You ought to be more careful, Hector.
Three years Homeland Security Computer Department.
- I need a doctor. - You saw a doctor.
I saw an EMT.
You're fine. You got a clean bill of health.
You can answer questions.
Early development team, Overwatch.
According to your former boss,
you had access to the prototype of the residue.
Then you moved on to Brentstein & Associates where you do...
Stochastic analysis of terrorist risk. Which means l...
Predict the chances of a random terrorist attack.
Insurance companies love you guys.
Buildings are targets. Buildings need insurance.
Who should be paying for all that risk?
Let's get back to where you hacked into classified military software.
One of the guys you tagged turned up dead.
Nice mosque.
Ha, ha. And his ID badge says he works at a hospital.
That is a grade-A soft target.
Do you guys care at all if he espouses the destruction of America?
If we want your opinion, Hector, we'll visit your blog.
Right now, let's focus on where you were two nights ago.
I was at work, pulling an all-nighter.
That can be verified by multiple surveillance cameras and people.
Anything else or?
That's a nice spray bottle.
Do you do that one at a time?
It's a pretty time-consuming hobby.
You are dangerously underestimating the terrorist threat level.
Privacy is history.
International flights, gone. Five years, max.
We are all gonna be tagged and monitored,
every inch of every border is gonna have a guy with a gun.
What a hopeful vision for the future.
Isn't stochastic analysis about random threats?
Yes.
How do you predict something that's random?
I think your job is making you crazy, Hector.
Crazier.
What are your employees gonna say
when we tell them you've been breaching national security?
You haven't broken the encryption.
Why do you say that?
You wouldn't be talking to me if you did.
Just looking at the data points here, guys.
You have a dead body and you'd love to know where he's been.
I guess this is the part where you make a deal with me
for the encryption code?
The encryption codes you got from Hector Cage are working.
Eric, we need everything you've got on Yusef.
- All right, I'm pulling it up now. - Hector's alibi checks out.
The desktop cam matches the security cam,
which matches the coworkers' statements,
and the footage is stored off-site.
These guys are seriously paranoid.
Dead men don't walk.
Not unless it's Halloween.
Maybe someone should tell Yusef Afzal it's not Halloween.
Where does he think he's going?
Cal West Hospital. What, is he going back to work?
What's going on, Eric?
According to Overwatch,
Yusef Afzal just entered the south entrance of Cal West Hospital.
Maybe the residue transferred subjects?
Maybe to his girlfriend?
Or to the killer. Violent altercation?
Maybe they're the same person.
Eric, find Larissa Bay.
Larissa Bay is scheduled to work today
in the pediatric wing of the tower.
- Kensi, Deeks, take Pediatrics. - Talk to us, Eric.
Looks like the target is headed for the north wing.
I can't tell which floor, looks like the third.
No, no, the fourth.
Tracking is kind of spotty indoors.
Deeks, Larissa just logged into her station
on the pediatric floor.
ID and fingerprints are a match.
Ready?
Larissa, put your hands where we can see them.
- What? - Guys, we got her.
Wait, the target is still in the north wing, that's two wings away.
- The target is not Larissa. - What's going on? What is this?
- You're not the one we're looking for. - No kidding.
I'm sorry.
Eric, target status. Where is he?
The target is in the north wing.
Okay, I got you. Callen, Sam, you are almost there.
Um, it looks like the target is slowing down.
Room 420. Room 422.
Okay, he's stopping. At the end of this corridor take a right.
North wing is Radiology.
Yusef spent the last two weeks there doing a software overhaul.
Now what, Eric?
Go down this hallway, make another right.
The target is still stopped. You should have him.
Nurse Adler to Oncology.
Talk to me, Eric. Wrong floor?
No, he stopped. He's 20 feet in front of you.
- No, he isn't. - Where is he, Eric?
You're ten feet away. You're five feet...
Guys, you're right next to him.
Air duct?
Neuro-psych evaluation to room 422.
I'm getting a bad feeling about this.
Looks like we were chasing Yusef after all.
Eric, Room 423, we need to get through this door.
I'm on it.
They took the body for this iris scanner.
It was all about getting through this door.
- Eric? - It's a secure hospital door
that needs an iris scan, how easy do you want this to be?
- So you're not thinking? - We know one way in.
Oh, by all means, you should if you want to. I won't judge you.
It's not exactly my first choice.
Oh, so you want me to?
I didn't say that.
Oh, boy.
Thank you, Eric.
Go.
Eric, we have an empty shelf.
It has fluorodeoxyglucose, tositumomab
and brachytherapy canisters.
- What are these? - They're radiopharmaceuticals.
Guys, it's nuclear medicine.
Well, if it was here, it's gone now.
Everything a terrorist needs to make a dirty bomb.
Hetty's talking to the FBI, CIA and Vance.
I alerted L.A.P.D. They were obnoxious to me, but they're all over it.
Also, we got nothing from the hospital surveillance videos.
Eric's monitoring the city's nuclear alert sensors.
- Do we know what was taken? - Yeah, four brachytherapy canisters.
Enough material to contaminate several city blocks
depending on which way the wind is blowing.
It wouldn't cause mass casualties, but thousands of people would get sick.
That's not the real threat.
The real threat is the first act of nuclear terrorism on American soil.
If this happens, nothing will ever be the same.
Radiation pagers.
It registers nuclear material in case we can get close enough.
It vibrates or beeps depending on the setting.
Directional radiation detector.
State-of-the-art Geiger counter.
- This one has a mute button. - Ah. Give that one to Deeks.
We've got a hit.
A NEST sensor went off on the 10.
The NEST system, a.k.a. The Nuclear Emergency Support Team,
has sensors all across the country
that go off when nuclear material crosses them.
Hospital's here, sensors went off here and here.
We confirmed the wavelength matched the missing material.
Then 12 minutes later, a sensor went off here and nothing since.
Which put us in Venice.
Works for me.
Let's go.
Well, you'd think somebody would do our national security a favor
and leave some of these bags at home.
- I'm getting a low reading. - Me too.
I got something, but it's fluctuating.
He must be moving through the crowd.
- Sam, you getting anything? - Yeah, he's here.
This might be a buy, G.
Eric, you got eyes?
I've got a traffic camera on the corner of Market,
another on Main, a little fuzzy,
and an L.A.P.D. Dash cam sitting near the entrance.
Sam, what have we got?
Hey, man.
- Kensi, Deeks, watch the crowd. - Got it.
Eric, do we have any other runners?
I might have someone. Heading east on Main.
I got him, on my 3. Guy in a navy coat.
He's going. He's going.
You okay?
Yeah, your timing is fantastic.
Do you recognize him?
He's one of the guys from the morgue.
- Whoa, easy. - Stay away.
Everybody get back.
I'll kill her, man.
Calm down. Calm down.
- Take him, chief. - Aah!
- What are you thinking? Bomb? - Trigger or timer.
Triggerman would have to be nearby.
Timer could go off any time.
We've gotta open it now.
- We could call the bomb squad. - That's a thought.
- It might take too long to get here. - Flip for it?
I was the one reaching for Yusef'ss head.
That head is looking pretty good right now.
Don't blow us up.
It's not a bomb.
He was here to sell it.
The buyer was here, somewhere.
We identified the two men.
Wendell Hertz and Jake Varley, both Canadian, both traffickers.
Guns, cigarettes, prescription drugs.
Who graduated to dirty bombs.
No known political affiliations. They seem to be in it for the money.
Oh, and Hertz had a PET scan at Cal West Hospital
the same day Yusef was updating the system software.
Orchestrated it to canvass the hospital.
They were looking for somebody with access.
Maybe thought Yusef was vulnerable because he was a Muslim.
Paid him a call to make a deal. He refused. It got deadly.
Then he came up with the idea of going to the morgue
and stealing Yusef'ss body.
What about the buyer?
Unfortunately, it's buyers. Several.
We hacked into Hertz's voicemail and some encrypted e-mails.
And?
We ran the voicemail through a beta version of Shibboleth,
it's an accent identifier,
and one of the buyers came up as mid-mountain regional.
Homegrown terrorists.
- Cameras show anything? - Nothing yet.
We're running facial recognition on the looky-Ioos,
tracing license plates leaving the area.
We did find this.
It's a home-security system on the canals.
You have footage of my tackle and my sweet right hook? Oh.
No, no, where's the footage of the fight?
This is all I got.
Ow. Nice move, Diesel.
D-Unit in the water.
That's hilarious. That's where I shot the guy.
Where's the footage before this of the fight?
Whoa! D-Rock in the water.
Know where the footage is? It's in here.
You know what it is? Awesome.
I'm gonna go tell Hetty.
Hetty?
It could be him. I can't be sure.
Well, he had this on him.
It's the makings of a dirty bomb.
Wow! I mean, wow.
You should feel good.
I do.
Hey, so I took your advice. I tried to contact his next of kin.
- Edgar, my coworker who died? - Right.
But he didn't seem to have a next of kin, or, well, kin.
And an unmarked grave, that just didn't seem right.
But then I'm like, is he an "RIP" kind of guy or more "in loving memory"?
And I really didn't have anything to go on
except that he really liked working here.
So I thought maybe he'd like to stay.
I thought that I would cover all the bases.
And now Edgar can be around the one place I know he loved.
Or liked.
I think.
Rose, Edgar would have loved this.
Ha, ha. Thanks.
- That wasn't me. - I'm not accusing, I'm offering.
Congratulations are in order.
Oh, I'm not so sure about that. There's still a lot of loose ends.
We don't know where the canister is.
It'll turn up.
That's what I'm afraid of.
That, Mr. Callen, is tomorrow's work.
Go get some rest.
Good night, Hetty.
Hey, Hetty.
No.
- You don't even know what I was... - Absolutely not.
Did you check your inbox?
I redid the evaluations.
In that case...
...once.
- All right. - On the count of three.
- One. - Wait, you haven't even stretched out.
- Two. - You haven't warmed up.
Three.
- Damn it. - I told you I was good.