- Excuse me. - Hey.
Back inside, go.
Go! Go!
Everybody on the floor.
Don't be a hero.
Watch me close, watch me close.
Choose the two or the three, you lose.
Choose the queen, win some green.
All right, fifth time's a charm.
- Man. - Sorry, son,
you picked the wrong one.
Hey, Dr. Seuss, keep it down.
What? The kid is nice.
Kid is corny.
Deeks is flimflamming the support staff.
No, no, what I found was an entry point to a drug ring
through a low-level thug with a gambling problem.
And what I'm doing is sharpening my skill set to set the trap.
Because you gotta captivate the mark's eyes and ears
with what you're doing with your mouth
but also with your hands.
Captivate, not irritate.
I'm game.
Oh. Money on the wood makes the bet go good.
Money out of sight, take a hike.
- This I gotta see. - Uncle Marty throws them fast.
Uncle Marty here to last.
Uncle Marty?
Beyond creepy.
What you got?
Ooh.
Okay, okay, beginner's luck. That's fine.
You know, I'm feeling lucky. Double or nothing.
Double or...
You wanna...
All right, let's do it.
Okay, no, no, no. I want in on this.
Let's see, we have one, two...
You know what? Just all in.
You wanna bet all that?
Because that's a lot of twenties.
All right, okay.
You know what? Let's do it. Ho!
Coming at you hard and I'm coming at you fast.
Uncle Marty bringing the hurt. Uncle Marty about to take your shirt.
What you got? Hm?
You sure?
Oh, yes. Oh, yes, it is.
- Thank you. - Who is the loser?
Who is the loser? Are you the loser?
I threw it to the... How did you not know that...?
You may wanna try hustling upstairs instead of each other.
There's a situation downtown.
And I don't appreciate you coercing Miss Jones into your shenanigans.
X-ray was her idea.
Uh-huh.
Oh. All right, all right, yeah. Yeah, joke's over.
I need the money back because everybody's in on this but me,
which makes it super not awesome.
The kid is nice indeed.
- What are we looking at, Eric? - Looks like a protest situation
at a Navy recruitment center downtown.
Human barricade.
Protest turned into a hostage situation.
Oh, here come the sharks.
REPORTER:recruitment center downtown hostage.
I think that we see the SWAT team is now just getting into...
What do we know about the guy who took the hostages?
Not a guy, a woman.
- You know her? - You could say that.
The woman has just been identified as a Tracy Keller,
a Valley Village soccer mom.
The number of hostages is still unclear.
Oh, this is weird. According to the military database,
there's no Tracy Keller listed as next of kin.
That's because the name is an alias.
An alias for who?
My ex-wife.
We were in the CIA.
We went undercover as husband and wife.
Anything we should know?
She's smart.
Not just good grades, I mean other-level intelligence.
IQ's over 140.
Mm. Not that smart.
She must have missed the Sniper Awareness course.
Yeah, Nell's right.
She's putting herself at risk of a sniper's bullet
with all that window gawking.
Almost like she's posing for the cameras.
She seems way too hot for you.
What? I'm just saying.
- You keep in touch? - No.
She retired, last I heard. That was five years ago.
Undercover agents don't retire, they just go deeper.
You guys ever consider putting a bell around her neck?
Many people have tried, Mr. Deeks.
How does she hear that? - Shh.
Question is, if she retired five years ago,
why is she using her old alias?
Because that's a Navy recruitment center
and somehow she's figured out I'm NCIS.
She's trying to contact me.
Or she's taken a recruitment center hostage.
No, Tracy Keller was her alias only when we went undercover.
She looks like she's running away from home.
- You got this? - I'm good.
Don't take candy from any strangers.
So Tracy Keller.
What's her real name?
I only knew her as Tracy.
- What happened between you two? - Long story.
Give me the short version.
If she wasn't central to this case, I'd let it go,
but since she is, I need to know.
Let's say she's the kind of person that chooses the mission over her partner.
Well, let me get the lay of the land, see what I can dig up.
Maybe Uncle Marty can hustle L.A.P.D. Into letting us take over.
I'll take Kensi.
I just need to get some of that money back that l...
- Ha-ha-ha. - Never gonna happen.
What do you want, Deeks? I'm busy with a situation.
This is Agent Callen, NCIS.
My men are already in position.
I may have some inside information on the suspect.
- At least let me make first contact. - Well, she's not communicating.
As soon as I get the orders, we're going to breach.
You got ten minutes.
If you're still in there when we breach, I'm not responsible.
Done.
I owe you.
Yep.
What'd you say to him?
There's this rule about not dating the captain's daughter.
- He broke it. - All over the captain's desk.
- Hey. - Hey.
Tough perimeter to enforce. Plenty of holes if we wanna get in.
No need.
Deeks came through.
- The kid is nice. - Condescension noted.
It's for her protection, not mine.
I'm still upset over her getting the dog in the settlement.
What's the distress word?
Buddy.
I always loved that dog.
- You ready, Eric? - Ready.
Nell?
I'm good.
Here we go.
- Three. - Two.
One.
- What? - Wait, we lost the signal.
Looks like we're down, you guys.
You got 30 seconds till they're back online again.
Camera phones in the crowd?
Too far away for anyone to get a high-res image.
Well done, Mr. Beale.
You too, Miss Jones.
Still fashionably late, I see.
Hello, Tracy.
Callen.
You look good.
Having a shotgun pointed at me tends to bring out my natural glow.
Sorry.
Had to make sure.
- I haven't seen you since... - Uzbekistan.
Heard you retired.
Sort of.
Did a stint with the Bureau.
Now I'm in the private sector.
So all this to get my attention.
Why didn't you just call? Text?
Oh, texting is so last week.
And hostage situations are all the rage?
Well, given my current situation,
it was the only way I knew how to contact you.
What situation?
Whatever happened to us, huh? We used to be great together.
My meticulous planning paired with your gift of improvisation.
We were unbeatable.
I absolutely agree. Heh.
We were great till you hung me out to dry.
You never let me explain.
Explain what?
It was a crappy thing to do to your partner.
To me.
I don't quite remember it that way.
Regardless...
I need your help.
Whenever you're ready.
You have to know I didn't have a choice.
- They're hunting me. - Who?
The United Brotherhood Party.
They chased me in here.
The white supremacists?
I'm gonna need your earwig and your cell phone.
Don't do it, G.
Kensi, Deeks, we're blind.
I'm setting up the laser mike now.
Just so you know, my boss is gonna bill you for that.
I was working undercover,
trying to recoup a shipment of stolen Spike missiles from the Brotherhood.
The plan went awry and they're trying to kill me.
- Undercover for who? - Like I said, private sector.
Why don't you just call your people? Have them bring you in from the cold?
Because right now, I'm not sure who I can trust.
And you think you can trust me?
I could always trust you, Callen.
Yeah.
That's me.
Trustworthy.
I'm sorry I can't say the same.
I'm gonna need something a little more tangible.
There's a warehouse. Fourth and Hill.
Dead Brotherhood member shot twice in the chest.
That should be tangible enough, huh?
- Go. - Sam, there's a body.
Fourth and Hill, Kensi and Deeks are on the way.
G, you trust her?
I'm not sure.
Oh.
What happened at the warehouse?
I was following up a lead.
Next thing I knew, bullets were flying. Had to shoot my way out.
You used to be a better shot.
Back in the day, they'd all be dead.
Back in the day, I used to have a partner
I could depend on to have my back.
So how far do you think Callen and this Tracy lady
took their whole "pretending to be married" thing?
I don't know, use your imagination.
On second thought, don't.
Mm. Too late.
Wait, so just out of curiosity,
unh, what happened to your last partner?
He met an unfortunate end.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Go.
- How many partners have you had? - Why?
You know, just wondering.
I'm just wondering if you're like the Elizabeth Taylor of partners.
- Deeks. - What?
- Focus. - Well, I'm trying.
I have the right to know if you got, like, partner poison or something, right?
I mean, do they call you "Kiss of Death" Kensi,
or "Bad Luck" Blye, or, I don't know, a widow-maker?
Dead guy, Deeks.
See, that's not funny.
Not you, you idiot.
Oh, hey, yeah, dead guy.
Well-dressed dead guy.
Reminds me more of the guy that denied me a Jet Ski loan
than a white supremacist.
It's because he's not.
He's FBI.
- Yeah. - Callen, we've got a body here.
Took two center-mass, but he's not a member of the Brotherhood.
He's FBI.
Special Agent Rick Timmons.
Okay, thanks.
Did they find the body?
Just like you said.
Except he wasn't a white supremacist, he was FBI.
Agent Rick Timmons?
Tell me you didn't know he was FBI.
I didn't know. Not for sure.
If you want my help, I need the truth now.
Three weeks ago, my ex-partner at the FBI
was killed in a shoot-out while investigating the Brotherhood.
Now the Bureau says they don't have enough evidence to charge anyone.
What, so you're doing your own private-sector investigation?
We were partners.
Just partners?
It's been a long time since I let anyone get that close.
What, you don't believe me?
I saw the surveillance footage.
- You weren't followed. - You don't know that for sure.
You have to help me get out of here.
I can take you to our safe house, discuss your options.
- It won't work. They'll find me there. - Take it or leave it.
- I guess I'll leave it. - I guess I can't help you.
If I step foot outside, they'll kill me.
Please, Callen.
Okay.
I'll stay.
Let the hostages go.
Got the floor plans, Eric, thanks.
Are you NCIS?
Agent John White, FBI.
Sam Hanna. FBI taking over?
It's a federal building, but L.A.P.D.'s in place.
We don't wanna open any windows during the transition.
- I've got a man in there. - You wanna tell me how?
Our guy worked with her once.
You missing any of your agents?
As a matter of fact.
We found a body four blocks from here with FBI credentials.
That's Agent Timmons.
His wife just had a kid.
Woman inside says she shot him in self-defense.
Wanna tell me what this is about?
Her real name's Tracy Rosetti.
Former FBI.
We're pretty sure she's connected with an arms dealer on the watch list,
James Thomas Mason.
This is a delicate situation, Agent Hanna.
- We can't afford to screw it up. - Here they come.
My guy managed the release of the hostages.
I'll take that kind of screwup any day.
I'm gonna suggest we breach.
I'll give you a heads-up so you can get your man out.
Appreciate it.
- Who's the suit? - FBI.
G is running out of time.
That was awesome. I wasn't even sure it would work.
We make a good team.
You two can rest on your laurels later.
What have you got on the arms dealer Mason?
James Thomas Mason, international arms dealer.
Suspected involvement in the Tuareg Rebellion in '07,
Andean diplomatic crisis in '08,
and for arming both sides of the Mexican drug war.
He entered the country three days ago, but Homeland lost his tail shortly after.
- Well, assist Homeland in finding him. - I'm on it.
What did you find on the Spike missiles?
Mason is rumored to be responsible for a shipment of Spike missiles
that were hijacked from China Lake.
It's the smallest guided missile in the world, but it packs a big punch.
Easy to deploy and versatile.
A gunner at a remote location
can switch targets or abort an attack while the missile is in flight.
Each missile uses a computer-coded SIM card
to program targeting,
making the missiles accurate to within inches.
In the wrong hands...
Callen and Sam getting this information?
Streaming live to their smart phones.
There's an L.A.P.D. SWAT team out there ready to take you out.
It can't be worse than what's already out there.
- What are they waiting for? - Me.
I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.
For now.
Just like old times, huh?
Me, you and...
What was the name of that mangy old dog you loved so much?
Kensi, Deeks, shooter on the roof opposite.
Take the front.
Eric, I need a back door out of here fast.
Buddy. His name was Buddy.
Uh, FYI, SWAT is breaching.
- Callen? - Got it.
We gotta move fast.
Unh. Federal agent.
He's L.A.P.D.
You killed a cop.
- Back up! - Back up.
- Back up! - Take it easy.
Easy, guys, guys, calm down, settle down.
Screw you, Deeks. Your buddy shot one of ours.
I did not shoot this guy.
- Are we good? - I'm good.
They're the ones with the problem.
Powder burns. Come here.
Tissue damage from perforations of unburned grains of gunpowder.
This guy was shot at close range.
I was at least 50 meters when I took the shot.
Took the shot from there.
I missed.
The shooter got away.
I didn't shoot your man, guys.
Target not acquired. There's no one in there, sir.
What do you mean, no one's in there?
She's gone, sir.
- I thought your guy was good. - I never said that.
He thinks he's good. He's really not.
As soon as you hear from him, call me.
- If he's still alive. - Will do.
Nice move.
Run into any resistance?
Just from her.
A little reluctant to give up her weapons.
You sure know how to pick them.
She was right about one thing. Somebody wants to take her out.
How do you wanna handle it?
Like a hostile divorce hearing.
Last chance, you either tell us everything
or we turn you over to the FBI.
I already told you everything. And I want my stuff back.
You know, for a person with such a high IQ,
you're not being very smart.
Have it your way.
Sam, call Agent White.
Tell him where he can find her.
Wait.
The FBI was running an undercover sting
based on a tip that they received.
But it was bigger than anyone realized.
The Brotherhood tried to buy stolen Spike missiles
from an arms dealer.
James Thomas Mason.
Mason acquired the Spikes,
but he didn't have the computer-coded SIM cards needed to activate them.
Without the SIM cards, the Spikes are useless.
With them, they're worth millions.
The agents running the sting pulled some strings
to get the missing SIM cards.
Plan was to sell them to Mason and retire with the money.
How many agents are we talking about?
- At least three. - And you know this how, Tracy?
You know me.
I will stay here all night.
One of the agents was Walter Stone.
My ex-partner.
He engineered the whole thing.
- Why didn't you tell us this? - Hence the ten-year rule.
Hm?
You should know your partner for at least ten years prior to marrying them.
Why would I do that?
You date me for a decade, you deserve my hand in marriage.
I'm not sure what to make of it.
That sounds so much more like a punishment than a reward.
It all happened so fast.
Did it just slip your mind to mention that your FBI boyfriend
was involved in an illegal arms deal?
Hey, I was trying to figure things out.
I know how this looks.
I just needed time to think.
Where are the SIM cards now?
Walter had them.
I found them in a warehouse they used as a meeting place.
As I was leaving, I was attacked and I had to shoot my way out.
I didn't know who to trust so I turned to you.
Need the names.
All night, Tracy.
Agent John White.
He was the one who shut down the investigation into Walter's death.
You got proof?
My word isn't good enough for you?
White needs the SIM cards to complete the arms deal.
Where are they, Tracy?
They're in a safe place.
They're the last bargaining chip I have, Callen.
If White needs the SIM cards to complete the deal,
why try to kill the one person who knows where they are?
Assuming she's telling the truth, White either found the SIM cards
or he panicked, tried to take her out before she started talking.
- Hey, you guys got a moment? - Little busy, Eric.
You're gonna wanna see this.
I grabbed the security footage off a database
that you guys are better off not knowing about.
Taken from the roof opposite the recruitment center.
That's the L.A.P.D. Sniper.
- It's Agent White. - She was telling the truth.
That'd be a first.
Guys, hang on. White doesn't know we're onto him.
We need to draw him out.
The code cards get us White.
White gets us Mason, the arms dealer.
Mason gets us the missiles.
Let's say we buy your story...
You have proof.
Surveillance cameras.
You're going to contact White.
Tell him you have the code cards and you wanna make a deal.
Convince him you gave us the slip.
Done.
Then you're gonna tell us where the cards really are.
I've been lonely
What is she singing?
Our wedding song.
Lee Williams & the Cymbals.
You got married to Lee Williams & the Cymbals?
Hey, it was a fake wedding, okay?
Getting pretty sunny out here.
- You want me to, uh...? - You can't put any sunscreen on me.
How did you...?
Guys, heads up. Here comes White.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
You miked?
No.
Wow.
I usually only get to frisk, like, meth heads and dirty hookers.
Been going over this thing in my head.
Get in the water.
Now.
There goes our mike.
Yeah, but her hotness meter just went up like a bajillion points.
Do we have a laser mike?
It wouldn't work.
Too much distortion from the crashing waves.
Kensi, can you read them?
I lost the visual.
I'm moving in.
You and Timmons killed Walter so you could keep the money.
It's an interesting theory.
Actually, Timmons was next.
You took care of that for me.
It's too bad Walter never told you where we were meeting Mason.
You could have retired in comfort.
Where are the damn codes?
- Federal agent. - Unh!
No!
What the hell, Tracy?
He killed an FBI agent and a cop.
The world's a better place.
I disarmed him. There was no threat.
Walter said he always carried a backup in an ankle holster.
You can believe what you want but he was going for that gun.
You're wrong.
With White dead, there goes our meeting with the arms dealer.
Maybe not.
Here. San Pedro Container Yard, 3:00.
We've got an hour to recover those missiles
before they figure out how to use them on some federal building.
- We'd better hurry. - Now that's the man I married.
- What do you have in mind? - We go in as Walter and Tracy.
How do we know Mason hasn't seen these guys?
Walter said Mason was unpredictable. He didn't trust anyone.
Identity was a concern so they handled all communication electronically.
It's a risk we're gonna have to take.
Works for me.
Not you.
Just like old times.
Service road from the south is the likeliest entry point.
It runs parallel through the entire property.
Okay, fanning out from the east
is gonna give us the best shot to cover the road.
It's fully operational.
Testing.
Care to help a girl out?
The coded SIM cards that arm the missiles were where Tracy said.
Impressive.
Now we just have to keep them out of Mason's hands.
Can I talk to you for a second?
Is he gonna be okay?
You worry about Deeks. G's cool.
What?
I'm cool too.
I appreciate you trusting me back there.
That's what partners do.
I never stopped caring.
I tried to reach you.
You never let me explain.
You made it pretty clear where your head and heart were at.
I was young.
Ambitious.
I made a mistake.
One that I regret.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Remember when we used to talk about getting away from it all?
Just you and me on some remote island.
Buddy hated the beach.
Mason knows his stuff. Restricted airspace.
No surveillance. It's a virtual blind spot.
He's sure to have heavy-duty muscle backing him up.
He'll want to verify the codes work.
Which means the missiles will be someplace close.
Nobody makes a move until we've confirmed he's got them.
We good?
Let's go, Tracy.
- How are we looking, Sam? - A lot of blind spots.
I'm gonna have to reposition to get a line of sight.
Kensi, Deeks, see if you can get a bead on the Spike missiles.
Roger that.
Heads up, we have company.
Expecting trouble?
You're the one who brought the backup.
Yeah, well, you never know who you can trust these days.
Still, it never ceases to amaze me that when meeting an arms dealer,
people invariably bring arms.
James Thomas Mason.
Agent White not joining?
He's tying up a few loose ends at the Bureau.
We have the SIM cards.
Down to business. I like that.
May I?
I'd like to, uh, kick the tires, so to speak, if you don't mind.
Be my guest.
Cheers.
The money transfer?
Easy.
A bunch of blinking lights doesn't mean this thing actually works.
Give me a minute to find out.
- Nice coveralls. - Psst.
Yo, Johnny.
I'm here to show you this card trick that Charlie just showed me.
- No Johnny here. - He's supposed to be.
Anyway, I'll show you how. It's amazing.
Federal agent.
Shut it down.
Put your hands behind your head.
Sam, we've got the missiles.
Okay, Kensi, stand by.
I wanna give this a real test.
Sam, what's going on?
I'm okay, hold your position.
Did you see that?
The container on either side are barely charred.
- The target's vaporized. - You happy?
Or would you like to do another test?
Quite happy.
I do hope Agent White is able to tie up his loose ends.
There you go.
Money transferred to the agreed account.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Likewise.
You two make a cute couple.
Oh, uh...
Let's just try one more, shall we?
We switched out the SIM card for fake ones.
Oh, dear.
There seems to be a malfunction.
I'm disappointed.
Federal agent.
Let's go.
Federal agents. Stop the car.
Tires or driver?
Tires.
Out of the car.
Put your hands behind your back.
So, what happens now?
We try and recover the money.
Offshore account, good luck with that.
You have to let me walk away.
You know I can't do that.
Come on, you got the missiles.
I got closure.
Not a bad settlement.
I let you walk out of my life once.
You owe me.
I can't wait to hear Hetty's debriefing on this one.
Never vacationed in the Caymans. Always working.
Working now?
Afraid so.
How?
White's cell phone.
The one you took off his body.
We dusted it for prints.
White's weren't on them, yours were.
You switched them.
We've been tracking you since you left the scene.
Just needed enough time for you to clear the cash.
You know,
I never did apologize for what happened.
Forget about it.
When we tripped that alarm and you offered to hold the guards off,
- I thought we were on the same page. - So did I.
Why do you think I searched for you? I went in worried you were dead.
Imagine my surprise to find you at the safe house, sipping tea.
We knew that mission was bigger than either one of us.
Not for me, it wasn't.
I never would have left you.
- It was the only way. - No, there's always another way.
I guess that's the difference between you and me.
You know,
we could start over.
- My real name is... - Rosetti.
Nice boat.
Didn't think I'd keep my partner
from a free trip to the Cayman Islands, did you?
Ah...