What's going on?
Where's Hetty?
She asked me to brief you.
Have you heard from Deeks?
No.
What's up?
Besides us at 3:30 in the morning?
We're going tactical now.
I'll brief you in the armory.
Let's go. Wait a minute.
Where-where is Hetty?
Please, stop asking me that.
Then brief us!
As of 72 hours ago,
Special Agent Blye disappeared into the mountains
east of Khost, Afghanistan.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. What do you mean "disappeared"?
There is a strong likelihood she's being held
by a group of Taliban fighters
believed responsible for attacking U.S. military
out of Camp Chapman.
Why isn't Hetty here? Deeks.
Assistant Director Owen Granger went searching for the group
72 hours ago.
12 hours ago, both the CIA and U.S. military
lost all contact with him.
You will be briefed on all available intel
upon your arrival at Camp Chapman.
We're going to Afghanistan?
The mission is to locate and rescue Agent Blye.
I want to talk to Hetty.
Transport is waiting at LAX.
Wheels are up in 20.
Grab your weapons
and your go-bags.
Quickly.
Okay, let's move.
(sighs)
♪ NCIS: LA 5x19 ♪ Spoils of War Original Air Date on April 1, 2014
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♪
HETTY: Gentlemen?
Don't forget your most important weapon.
There's a half a million dollars in each case.
It was the most I could get given
the short notice.
Use it to buy information.
Put a bounty on their heads.
Whatever it takes.
Hetty... You're saving
a team member, time is of the essence.
I need to speak
with Mr. Hanna for a moment.
Would you take these cases?
(sighs)
(door closes)
Mr. Deeks is emotionally involved.
We all are.
Yes, but I'm sure you'll agree
his is a different circumstance.
He's also not a soldier.
Let alone a Navy SEAL.
You want me to watch his back.
Quite the opposite.
I want you to single-mindedly
remained focused on Agent Blye.
If you need to separate Mr. Deeks from the team, do so.
I understand.
I need you to bring her home, Sam.
I will.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(indistinct radio transmission)
I love the sunset in winter
from the Santa Monica pier.
My father used to take me on Christmas evening to see it.
Agent Callen.
Who are you?
Sergeant Makar, A.N.A. Special Forces.
You're to speak to no one on base.
No CIA, no military intelligence.
Under whose authority are you addressing us?
Owen Granger.
You know where he is?
You have to change out of these clothes.
Come with me. Quickly.
We're supposed to be briefed.
Now you're telling me
I can't even speak to an intelligence officer?
What the hell's going on?
Welcome to Afghanistan, gentlemen.
So, now what?
Wait here.
(closes door)
(dog barking)
We may have been set up.
(guns clicking)
It's Granger.
(man shouting in Arabic)
I thought you were lost in the desert.
Does anybody besides Sergeant Makar know you're here?
No. Why weren't we briefed?
I tracked a Taliban courier
from the mountains east of here to that house across the street.
My assets say
the courier's affiliated with the group
that's holding Agent Blye.
Who lives there?
No idea.
That doesn't answer my question.
Do you remember
CIA Agent Sabatino?
He and I were part of a task force targeting
a man called the White Ghost. SAM: Yeah.
I read the intelligence reports.
He's a Westerner aiding the Taliban.
That was the story.
A lot of the intel turned out to be falsified.
I suspect the CIA
has other reasons for wanting the White Ghost dead.
CALLEN: Does Sabatino
still want him dead? I don't know.
He disappeared three days ago. DEEKS: What does this
have to do with Kensi?
Hetty had Blye brought in to be the shooter.
She acquired
the target, and she missed.
You think it was intentional?
I know when I'm being played, Agent Callen.
Until I figure out what's going on, this mission is dark,
as in black as night.
We're on our own out here.
Is that the courier?
Yeah. I got to stay with him,
follow him back to the rat's nest.
Deeks, you stay here, find out who lives in that house.
What are you talking about? I'm coming with you.
Hey.
That's a direct order.
Leave him with a translator.
(men speaking Arabic)
Stay with him. See who's in the house.
Okay.
He's moving.
(overlapping chatter in Arabic)
(dog barking in distance)
(door creaks open)
You need to tell him to stop moving.
I did.
Don't shoot. He's blind.
(indistinct chatter)
Looks like he's going off-road.
Terrain's too rough for a truck.
Oh, we can't keep up with a camel on foot.
SAM: Granger's gonna need to get you a horse, cowboy.
I hate horses.
(computer beeps) I just received an e-mail...
from Kensi.
It's a video file. Play it.
(beeps)
I was asked to kill a man named Jack Simon.
I knew Jack Simon a long time ago.
He was a profoundly good man,
and now he's being hunted by the CIA.
So, I'm headed to the desert
east of Khost to find out what the hell is going on.
This is being sent automatically with a time delay.
So, if you're seeing it,
it's not good.
It was an honor and my pleasure to work with all of you.
Wouldn't change a second of it.
Find out
everything you can about Jack Simon.
Please tell him again
that we're not here to hurt him.
With all respect, we just want to know his name.
I think his name is Mullah
Fazlur Muhammad.
He's a cleric.
Has a wife, maybe a son.
Mullah Muhammad...
you're married, yes? You have a wife?
(Makar speaking Arabic)
No. My wife has died.
I'm sorry.
(Makar speaks Arabic) I have someone that
I care about very much.
(Makar speaks Arabic)
And I'm here looking for information regarding her.
(speaking Arabic)
She was here delivering humanitarian aid, and...
(Makar speaks Arabic)
...we believe the Taliban has mistakenly taken her.
(speaking Arabic)
You're a man of God, yes?
(Makar speaks Arabic)
My friend is a good Muslim and a good person.
(speaking Arabic)
She's unclean now...
like a rat.
I don't believe that.
(speaking Arabic)
(speaks Arabic)
Your women don't cover themselves.
They do not obey.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm.
(clears his throat)
I want my friend back very much.
(Makar speaks Arabic)
And I'm willing to pay a great deal of money.
(speaking Arabic)
(speaks Arabic)
(scoffs)
(speaking Arabic)
His neighbor's daughter didn't want to marry...
and ran away.
(continues speaking) So they cut off her ears
and nose, to show the women in town to obey.
(speaks Arabic)
Understand?
Yeah, I understand.
You're going to torture him?
(zip-tie zipping)
I don't do that.
You have morals?
What, you don't think Americans have morals?
I've seen what man is capable of.
All men,
from all sides. Well, I hear you,
brother, and with all due respect,
I just want to find my partner and go home.
And for the record...
I have morals.
Maybe in California.
But it is different here.
Being in this war changes a man.
And not for the good.
(grunts) So tell me, then, what kind of
magic trick are you going to use to get this man of God
to give up his secrets?
Jack Simon is a former Marine.
He left the Corps due to PTSD
and resurfaced six years ago in Afghanistan
working as a military contractor.
Now, digging deeper, we found that Jack
was also working for...
The CIA.
Jack and I were friends.
He fell in love with an Afghan woman.
Had a child, a daughter.
Well, according to this, Jack's wife
was killed in a drone strike.
They used his vulnerability
to coerce information from him.
They forced him to become an asset.
So...
why did the CIA make up the story about the White Ghost?
To give validity
to his execution.
He knew they were coming for him.
He'd asked me for help.
And I sent Kensi...
...to be his executioner.
Bring up a file
called "Jack's Ghost."
(computer beeping)
They were engaged,
ten years ago. So you knew if Kensi
was the shooter, she'd never take the shot.
I was trying to protect a friend.
Trying to give him a running start
from the wolves.
But...
just not at Kensi's expense.
Hetty,
don't blame yourself.
That's just impossible, Ms. Jones.
It's all my doing.
CALLEN: Hold up, there.
(men speaking Pashto)
SAM: Courier went through the mountains.
Too steep for horses.
A lot more men came through here.
At least a dozen. MAN: Water's completely gone.
We ride any further,
and we'll kill the horses.
All right, take the horses,
bring back supplies and more men.
As many as you can get discreetly.
We'll head into the mountains on foot.
You know,
with no water,
there's no walking out of here, now.
We're all aware of the situation.
MRE.
We're close.
That's the rat's nest.
Let's take it.
(man speaks Pashto)
(gunshot)
Clear.
The courier kept moving, probably towards Pakistan.
CALLEN: Sam.
Blood.
I'll type it.
Tracking U.S. troop movements.
(quick footsteps)
There's a latrine area outside. It's fresh.
From the size, I estimate at least 20 men.
Same blood type as Kensi,
B-positive.
Nine percent of the population is B-positive.
Doesn't mean anything.
(cracks, hinges groaning)
You know this guy?
No.
I'm not buying it.
Not buying it...
...or are you not accepting it?
Can we take down this photo of her, please?
No. Study it,
tear it apart. I want to know if it's real.
Yeah.
(electronic ringing) Line's open.
I should have been made aware of your relationship
with Jack Simon, and not as the
assistant director, but personally.
You owed me the truth on this.
Owed you the truth?
That's a debt you've not paid me tenfold, Owen.
Not in a situation like this.
You were part of the team sent to kill Jack Simon.
Maybe he still is.
Shouldn't we know that?
I don't answer to you, Agent Callen.
You answer to me.
We're deep in the field, Assistant Director.
What are you saying?
What I'm saying...
is we stay on mission.
I don't buy the photos.
ERIC: I can't find any evidence
of Photoshopping. CALLEN: I don't care. If they know Kensi
and Jack Simon are intelligence assets,
they could have left the photo to...
discourage us from crossing the border into Pakistan.
SAM: We keep tracking the courier.
HETTY: There's something else
that you should be aware of.
Uh, piecing together intel,
I've discovered what I believe is a CIA team
seven miles to the north of you,
and they've accessed intel on Jack Simon.
They're hunting him.
(beeps)
Our comm's almost done.
This'll be our last communication for a while.
You can still track us by GPS.
Then Godspeed.
To all of you.
We'll see you on the other side. (beeps)
Let's move.
We should do a quick search of the area.
For bodies.
(loud clanging)
No, no, you know the rules.
No eating
and no sleeping... (clanging)
...until you talk.
Tell him again. I believe you've made that point
abundantly clear in the last 48 hours.
(sniffs) You smell that? Mmm. Smell that garlic?
Mmm, 'cause you got to admit, I'm one a hell of a cook.
Well, that's not true. You'd have to admit it
if you could taste it, but you can't.
You can if you tell me who it is
that you're communicating with in the Taliban.
And all you got to do is give me a name.
What can that hurt?
Translate.
I thought we weren't going to torture him?
(sighs) Brother, I know what torture is
and this ain't it. Seems to be
getting pretty damn close. (speaking Arabic)
Allah Almighty will strike
you American infidels.
Our jihad will spill blood in the streets.
(phone buzzes)
Hold that thought. I don't want to miss a word.
Let me just get this.
Go for the American infidel.
HETTY: Mr. Deeks.
Hetty, please tell me something good.
You should know:
Agent Callen has sent us a photograph
of Agent Blye that appears...
Hetty.
...as if she's been killed.
But w-we believe
that the photograph is highly suspect.
Send me the photo.
There's no need.
Hetty, show me the... Hetty, send me the photo.
(typing) It's on its way.
Have you gotten any information
from the cleric? (long, deep breath)
Mr. Deeks... (beeps)
You know what I'm looking at right now?
I'm looking at a picture of my partner with her throat cut.
Is that what you do to women?
Huh? You cut their throats...
(Makar translating) ...you cut off their ears and their noses?
Oh, that's right. That's right, ' cause you're the guys that shot that
little girl in the face-- what was her name, Malala--
because she wanted to go to school. Is that Islamic law?
(speaking Arabic) To shoot a little girl in the face?!
That's Islamic law? (grunts)
(panting)
Tell me who is contacting you from the Taliban.
Give me a name. Translate.
Stop it. Get off him. Get back.
You tell him to give me a name or I swear to God
I will shoot him in the chest. Translate.
This is not gonna get you an answer.
Give me a name.
This is not gonna get your partner back.
That...
that is my partner.
Now translate what I told you.
(whispers): Blood.
I could use some water.
All out,
Sabatino.
That sucks.
Did you see Agent Blye?
No.
I caught up to the Taliban. They shot me.
They headed to Pakistan?
Fast.
Sure could use a pressure bandage, gentlemen.
What about Jack Simon?
Didn't see either of them.
GRANGER: Don't lie to me.
Is Jack Simon the White Ghost?
There is no White Ghost.
That was made up. Jack Simon
did some work for us.
His only mistake was
he ended up knowing the identity of a half a dozen of our assets.
Jack wanted to stay in country.
Only problem is...
CIA can't have Jack Simon living in some hut,
knowing their names and faces.
So you're gonna kill him? Nah.
I wanted to get to him first.
Talk him into going back to the U.S.
What about the CIA team to the north of here?
They are here to kill him.
And they're not gonna give a damn about Kensi.
Which is why, gentlemen, we are dark.
Give the man a bandage.
(gunshot)
(shouting)
(speaking Pashto)
(gunfire)
SABATINO: Give me your Sig.
You got an eye on him?
(gunshot) SAM: 20 feet south of the peak.
I'm heading up. Keep him occupied.
(speaks Pashto)
Damn it.
(rapid gunfire)
(booming gunshot)
(gunfire)
(loud gunshot)
CALLEN: Ask her her name.
(speaking Pashto)
Khatira.
Is your father a member of the Taliban?
(translating)
(scoffs, speaks Pashto)
Her parents are dead.
The Taliban uses orphans like this.
Suicide bombers, soldiers, slave labor.
SABATINO: They sent her out here to slow me down.
They don't give a damn if she lives or dies.
Ask her if the Taliban has any American prisoners with them.
(translates)
SAM: Doesn't mean anything.
She says yes, she says no, we're still going forward.
GRANGER: We have no communication. No water.
And we're gonna have to move damn fast to catch the Taliban
before they get to the border. What's your point?
What do you want to do with her?
We leave her here, she dies of exposure
or the Taliban finds her.
And she tells them all about us.
Position, number of men.
We can't leave her alive. We're not
gonna kill a child. Agent Callen,
why don't you ask your partner what we should do.
We'll take her with us.
GRANGER: If she slows us down--
and I want you to understand this--
you're trading her life for Kensi's.
She won't.
End of discussion.
(grunting)
75-pound girl
across the desert with no water.
How long is that gonna last?
(grunts)
Truth is, the cleric's never going to talk.
We should be leaving here, now. We're in danger.
We're not leaving.
Maybe you should stop before you do something you regret.
(faucet squeaks) No, get back.
(water running) Please.
Don't do this.
He's not gonna tell you anything.
(sniffs) You want to know the truth?
I don't even care if it works.
(exhales, grunts)
You good?
Yeah.
GRANGER: That's them.
Too far away to identify Kensi.
Damn, that's a lot of 'em.
SABATINO: Too many.
We spotted the Taliban in the valley.
How many?
35. Way too many to attack.
What are you suggesting? Well, we don't have much ammo.
We're outnumbered seven to one, and he's wounded.
I'm not letting them walk into Pakistan.
I'm willing to cross the border.
But we're gonna have to wait to attack until the Afghan soldier
comes back with more men...
He may not come back. How's he even gonna find us?
I'm not waiting. It's suicide.
They cross over that border,
Kensi is as good as dead. GRANGER: She might be already.
I'll do it myself if I have to. You'll wait.
That's an order, Agent Callen.
And make no mistake, I'll do whatever it takes
to make you wait.
(grunts) (breathes heavily)
(speaking Arabic)
He's talking about how much he loves the Taliban.
He's not gonna tell you anything.
You tell him
I need the name of somebody holding the American.
You tell him to give me one name (grunts)
and I won't do this.
(translates)
(speaks Arabic)
I don't know any names.
(muffled yelling)
Tell him I'll see him in hell. (gagging)
(muffled screams)
Give me a name. Give me a name!
(panicked gurgling)
God, give me a name.
Give me a name.
Breathe, and give me a name, you s... (gags, spits)
Shh, it's okay, it's okay. (coughing) It's okay. You're okay.
you're okay, you're okay. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, you're okay.
You're okay, all right?
Promise I'm not gonna do it again.
Tell him I'm not gonna do it again. You're okay.
Tell him!
Shh, it's okay. Like I said,
this place changes a man.
It's okay, shh. It's okay.
They spotted the Taliban. They number about 35.
Granger doesn't want to engage.
We're outnumbered, we don't have much ammo.
But we've got money.
GRANGER: We got to keep moving.
Stay with us.
CALLEN: Send Sajadi back here.
Go on.
I need you to translate every word I say.
This is 10,000 American dollars.
(Sajadi translates)
We have 500,000 here.
(Sajadi translates)
500,000 U.S. dollars for the American prisoners.
Do you understand?
(translates)
We are small in number,
but we will pay.
Why would you say that? Translate.
(translates)
Take the cash and you deliver the message.
(Sajadi translating) Run, up the next canyon-- fast.
MAKAR: You know, it's stupid to beat yourself up
'cause you're a man too good to torture another human being.
If I knew it would have worked...
I would have cut off his head off with a razor blade.
(quiet laugh)
Oh, torture...
it only works in giving our rage a place to go.
And you my friend--
you have a lot of rage.
(sighs)
My partner, um...
My partner is the person I care about most on this planet.
And she's here because of me.
Like you,
I despise this man and the Taliban.
But in the end, the question of war and torture--
it's not what it does to our enemies,
but what it does to ourselves.
(sighs)
Here.
Tell him to eat.
(speaking Arabic)
SABATINO: Granger?
That's our girl.
(gunshot)
Don't even think about it.
GRANGER: Something
tells me she didn't escape.
I sent her.
She's gonna offer
money in exchange for the prisoners.
She's going to tell them everything about us--
our position, how many men we have.
It'll at least delay them going into Pakistan.
He told her about the rest of the money.
They'll be coming for us now.
But I guess that's what you wanted.
(singing)
SAM: It worked.
Here they come.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
It's time to dig in.
Let's get to higher ground.
MAKAR: Before,
when he was asking for forgiveness from the Taliban,
saying what I thought was a term of endearment--
"I love them like my son"--
I think what he was saying was,
"I love my son,"
and wanted forgiveness from him.
You mean, if he told us anything,
he'd be betraying his son?
I may be wrong.
Yeah, no, but
you found the photo of that boy. I mean, maybe...
Maybe he's the father of one of 'em.
MAKAR And if a courier
is coming here,
then his son must be someone of high-ranking.
(panting)
They're coming in just from behind me, just north.
They're coming up from the mountain, from the east.
SAM: Sabatino?
Here, tag these mags.
(gun chamber clicking) Here.
Here, here.
I see 'em. I got six here.
(sighs) (distant shouting)
Wait a minute. They're sending the girl back.
(Khatira yells in Pashto)
SAJADI: She says
they won't kill us if we give them the money.
No. The deal is for the American prisoners.
(Sajadi speaks Pashto)
(speaking Pashto)
She gave 'em the message.
(sighs)
(breath quivering)
(rapid gunfire, yelling)
(grunts, rapid gunfire)
(yelling)
Conserve your ammo!
Let 'em get closer!
(distant yelling)
(yelling, muttering)
Look, you keep fighting.
(grunting) (rapid gunfire)
(yelling)
Keep fighting! Keep shooting!
Turn over!
Nine o'clock!
GRANGER: I got eight over here.
It's too many.
Sabatino.
(distant yelling)
(yells) I'm hit!
Granger, help him!
(rapid gunfire, panting)
Hang on! Hold on.
(rapid gunfire)
(bullets ricocheting, shell casings clinking)
Ammo's going fast.
Reloading.
Maybe we should surrender.
We're going to die if we don't.
They're gonna kill us anyway.
We run out of ammo, we got two hands,
we got knifes, we keep fighting.
Hell, yeah. Let 'em come.
(rapid gunfire)
(groaning)
Reloading. Last mag.
(distant shouting)
Aah! Ah, it's jammed!
Incoming!
Oh!
(muffled sound of groaning and gunfire)
(muffled sound of coughing)
(muffled sound of gunfire)
(muffled yelling): I'm out of ammo!
We should give up!
(muffled, indistinct sound of gunfire and groaning)
You hear that!?
Do you hear that?!
(helicopter blades whirring)
(clearly): Do you hear that?
(helicopter blades whirring, bullets ricocheting)
(distant shouting)
MAKAR (over P.A.): Rafik Shahidi.
(speaking Pashto over P.A. in helicopter)
What are they saying?
They have the father of someone,
and they want to do a prisoner exchange.
(speaking Pashto)
(continues speaking Pashto)
(speaking Pashto)
They stopped firing.
They stopped shooting.
(sighs)
(shouting over P.A. continues)
(sighing)
Allahu Akbar.
(kissing)
Allahu Akbar.
(distant shouting)
Let's go.
(groans softly)
(panting)
(pants)
(sighs)
You okay?
No.
They beat her up pretty bad.
Let's get the wounded
on the chopper. We got another one coming for us.
(men speaking Pashto)
(man shouting)
(shouting and chatter)
GRANGER: Grandmother,
this is Fox Three-Zero,
requesting immediate close air support.
MAN: Roger that.
MAN 2: Raptor One on station.
Standing by for nine line.
Copy all, Grandmother, Fox Three-Zero out.
You're calling in an air strike on the Taliban?
Yeah, they won't make it half a mile.
Khatira? Khatira?
You go with them,
you die.
Come. Come with me.
(panting)
Put her on the chopper.
Agent Callen?
That was a good mission.
Yeah, it was.
(helicopter engine whirring)
Let's go. Get 'em out of here.
(distant chatter)
(distant shouting)
If there's any way,
I'll be in touch.
Take off.
Granger won't be able to hold off the CIA for long.
Okay. Bye.
Callen talked you into taking her?
Didn't have to talk too much.
Um... thank you.
Uh, good luck.
You, too.
Hey.
(gasps quietly)
Um... Sabatino and Sajadi are out of surgery.
Doc says they're going to be okay.
Oh, thank God. That's good.
I'm really glad you're alive.
How come you never hug me like that, huh?
(chuckling)
(distant shouting)
SAM: They laid out a spread for us in mess.
Wheels up in two hours.
And Granger got us a direct flight into Edwards.
Thank you you guys for what you did.
See you at mess.
DEEKS: See you at the mess.
(distant shouting)
(sighs heavily)
(voice breaking): It was really bad.
Shh. No, it's okay. Come here. Come here.
(crying) It's okay.
I got you.
(crying quietly)
We're going home.
(voice breaking): We're going home.
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