You okay? You seem like something's wrong.
No, I'm okay. It's just one of those days at work, you know?
Well, you're off now, so snap out of it.
We're supposed to be having fun.
I'm gonna use the restroom.
I better see two more drinks on the table by the time I get back.
- You ready? - I'm ready. Are you ready?
- Guess so. - Okay, then.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are now about to witness
the end of Sean Koster's life as we know it.
What are you doing?
Michelle April Ardell...
...will you marry me?
Whoa!
Oh, my God.
- Are you mad at me? - Why would I be mad?
It's your vacation. Do whatever you want.
Oh, gee, thanks for that.
I thought you might wanna do something together, that's all.
- You're upset I didn't invite you. - I'm not upset, disappointed maybe.
Surprised definitely.
You always say, we're kind of like family.
If you wanna come, come. I'll even buy you a ticket today.
I'm not taking a mercy invite.
Of course I never really thought of you as a cruise ship kind of guy.
It's a sailboat.
Uh, I'm sorry.
We need you guys up in Ops.
Mm-hm.
We're training.
- Okay. - It's self-defense.
Right.
Oh, how was Jazzercise?
Hey, did one of you guys leave your leg warmers in the locker room yesterday?
- Ahem... - Huh.
What do we got, Eric?
This footage was taken last night by a patron
at Surfside Sully's in Santa Monica.
- Where's Hetty? - On the phone with Director Vance.
They've been going at it for 20 minutes.
The victim in the video has yet to be identified.
He had no ID and his face and fingerprints were essentially melted.
We're still waiting on dental.
- Nobody saw who did it? - Nope.
Witnesses said he came out of nowhere.
Autopsy revealed he'd been severely beaten with some sort of blunt object
before being set ablaze.
He suffered multiple fractures including the back of the skull.
Well, somebody wanted him dead.
Dead and unidentifiable.
Witnesses had a hard time putting out the flames
because the fire was phosphorus-based.
The victim had an artificial knee joint,
so I'm running the serial number through manufacturer
and hospital records trying to get a positive identification.
And why us?
The presence of phosphorus isn't enough to warrant our involvement.
On its own, no.
But the body had also been exposed to fluorodeoxyglucose.
- The fire couldn't hide that. - Radiopharmaceuticals.
The isotope matches the brachytherapy canisters
that were stolen from Cal West Hospital back in January.
As you recall, Jake Varley and Wendell Hertz murdered Yusef Afzal,
while trying to gain access to the nuclear medicine department.
When we caught these guys trying to sell the canisters, they had three left.
Looks like we found the fourth and it could have been opened.
Kensi and I can hit the crime scene, see what we find.
Great. Just leave your surfboard in the lockup.
What?
Don't look at me. I didn't say anything.
She doesn't have to. You left a sand bunker under your chair
after your last "investigation."
Yeah, that was from my shoes,
from my shoes from walking around the crime scene.
Mm-hm. And the seawater that was coming out of your nose all day?
It's allergies. I've got allergies.
No. This is not a debate.
That's no one's call but mine.
Oh, rubbish. He's lying.
The hell I will.
- Mother Hubbard. - No food in the cupboard?
- Something I can do? - No.
No, this one's stuck squarely in my lap, I'm afraid.
Oh, it's just all a bunch of bureaucratic nonsense anyway.
We must take it all with a grain of salt.
I find that it helps if the salt is followed by a shot of tequila and some lime.
I like the way you think, Mr. Callen.
Hey.
Eric identified the artificial knee.
It went to a recipient named Brent Dundas,
former Illinois construction worker, injured in an industrial accident.
We've got a Culver City address.
Looks like somebody might have been looking for something.
Either that or Brent has a girlfriend.
Huh?
You know how women never close a drawer?
They're coming to get something then they never do
and you wind up banging into it.
Mm-hm. Trouble in paradise?
Hey.
Special Warfare Insignia.
Looks like our dead guy might have been a SEAL.
Yeah, I got it. Thanks, Eric.
- And send Forensics over to follow up. - Okay.
So the Navy has no record of a SEAL named Brent Dundas.
They have no record of Brent Dundas ever being in the Navy, period.
- You find anything? - Trace amounts of radiation.
Nothing to get excited about.
If that canister was here, it's gone now.
Here we go.
Scorch marks.
No, nope, I'm good, thanks.
There.
Dark stains, looks like oil,
but I bet you Forensics is gonna prove it's a blood trail.
Well, good work, Lassie. Now all you gotta do is find Timmy.
Yeah, feel free to dazzle me with your detective skills at any time.
Heh, heh. You couldn't handle my skills.
I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
That's classy.
Okay, so the address Eric gave us for Brent Dundas is in Culver City,
so we know he didn't walk here.
He didn't have any keys. He was missing a wallet.
Killer could have taken both to conceal his identity.
Which is why they set him on fire with phosphorus.
They knew his body would be unidentifiable.
He does what anybody on fire would do, which is try to get to some water.
Ooh. Check it out.
- A Navy SEALs bumper sticker. - SEALs don't usually advertise.
- Kensi. - Hey, Eric, I need you to run a plate.
It's 4-Papa-Charlie-India-485. Red Camry.
Got it.
Yeah, that vehicle is registered to Brent Dundas.
What?
When?
How you say? Bingo.
Okay. Thanks for the update. Keep us informed.
Car is registered to Brent Dundas, but get this,
he's not really a Navy SEAL.
You sure about that?
- Nice job locating Brent Dundas' car. - Thank you.
Forensics is working it over now.
So we have a Navy SEAL impostor exposed to radiation.
A trunk full of scuba gear and explosives.
Sounds like a guy trying to make a dirty bomb.
Only Brent Dundas didn't know how to make a bomb.
- How do you know that? - Internet searches.
He was looking up bomb-making instructions.
I'm trying to track purchases of phosphorus
but I'm not having much luck.
Brent Dundas' electronic footprint,
however, shows regular cash withdrawals from an ATM,
located in a Santa Monica bar called the Prince O' Whales,
including $300 less than two hours before he was killed.
And the bar is within walking distance from where you guys found his car.
I think it's time we pay the Prince O' Whales bar a visit.
Now we're talking.
Oh, actually, detective, Hetty asked if she could speak with you alone.
Oh, someone's in trouble.
- Yeah, right. - Just remember the distress word.
Yeah, if that doesn't work, just fake a seizure.
I'm not in trouble. I'm not in trouble.
Hey, am I in trouble?
Nell said you wanted to see me.
I'm not in some sort of trouble, am I?
Should you be?
Do you have something to confess?
No.
Well, in that case, this is for you.
This is for me.
You want me...
...to read it?
You want me to resign?
Well, I thought I was doing a good job.
Wait, is this about your Segway? Because if l...
Read the entire page, please?
Okay.
From L.A.P.D.
Oh, you want me to resign from the police force?
Mm-hm. The second page is an application to join NCIS
on a permanent basis as an agent.
Wow. Heh.
Uh, I'm flattered, Hetty. Thank you.
But I just don't know if this is the right thing for me right now.
You know, because I'm a cop
and I think it's more than what I do, I think it's who I am.
I understand.
But things do change and, uh, when they do, it pays to be ready.
Keep it, in case you ever change your mind.
I've signed and dated it so it's ready whenever you are.
Okay.
Thank you.
What about my Segway?
- Are you on double-secret probation? - No.
Is it the Segway?
No. It was nothing.
Just some paperwork that has to do with L.A.P.D.
And my liaison position here.
- This looks like your kind of place. - Looks like a dive.
Yeah, like I said, it's your kind of place.
So, what about pirates?
- What? - They're a real problem these days.
We'll be okay. They don't come this far inland unless they're on vacation.
I'm talking about your sailboat.
It's not my sailboat. It's a charter.
And, no, I'm not worried about pirates. SEALs eat pirates for breakfast.
What do they taste like, chicken?
Fish sticks.
Here you go.
- It's not a bad beer. - No. It's good.
Hey, what can I get you, fellas?
You know this guy?
Who are you?
Federal agents.
Don't get up.
It's all right.
Yeah, I know him. Brian Young, he's a regular.
Guy's a retired Navy SEAL. Sits right there almost every night.
You know this guy as Brian Young, not Brent Dundas?
Never heard of Brent Dundas.
You sure you boys done this before?
- When's the last time you saw him? - Yesterday.
Hey, Star, when did Brian come in last night?
Uh, about 6, I think.
I don't remember seeing him leave,
but I think it was earlier than normal for him, though, like 7, maybe.
- Why? - He's dead.
Someone bashed his head in, set him on fire.
- What? - You think that was Brian?
I was just talking to him last night.
Was he with anyone?
He didn't come in with anyone, no.
I think he may have been sitting with someone at some point.
He was at the bar, I was waiting tables. It was busy.
Why would someone do this?
He was such a nice guy.
Excuse me.
You should've seen her when her cat died.
Had to give her Memorial Day weekend off.
The whole weekend for a cat.
Like to take a look at your surveillance tapes.
Sure, yeah, just show me a warrant.
That's how it's gonna be?
Hey, I'd like to help you boys out, man, my customers got privacy rights.
Well, we'll be back.
Bring some friends, man.
Two-for-one pitchers of draft between 5 and 6.
May I?
Trace amounts of radiation. Could be from the missing canister.
- Could be our guy. - Or somebody he was with.
What do you think is up with the alias, Brian Young?
Fake SEAL, fake name.
Something tells me by the time we get a warrant,
anything we could use on those surveillance tapes will be gone.
- Where is he? - In the back.
- Don't get up. - Mr. Fallon's busy
and you guys need a warrant.
So I suggest you turn around...
I said, don't get up.
- Hey, I told you you need a warrant! - We have probable cause.
And you need a lawyer.
I wasn't gonna destroy any surveillance footage.
I was just curious to see for myself.
You didn't have a beef with him?
No, man, I barely knew the guy.
Brian was a customer that came in to drink,
flirt with the waitresses and tell the occasional war story.
Well, he wasn't in any war.
His name wasn't Brian Young, it was Brent Dundas.
He wasn't a Navy SEAL that had his leg messed up in an IED.
Some guy living off of workman's comp from a construction accident.
What he told me, he was retired and working for private contractors now.
You know, Blackwater kind of stuff.
And he had some, uh...
He had some kind of classified assignment he couldn't talk about.
But he was celebrating, you know, like he had...
He'd come in to some money or something.
You know, buying drinks for everybody and stuff.
What about his friends or people he was hanging around with?
No, if it wasn't for the Navy SEAL thing,
I would have thought the guy was a loser, always by himself.
Yeah, I just thought it was the Ione wolf thing.
Yeah, he had a shine on for Star.
He talked to her a lot.
But you got any more questions, talk to her,
because I'm done until I see a lawyer.
He's a bottom-feeder, but I believe him.
It doesn't get us any closer to finding the dirty bomb material.
- How's it going? - It's not.
- You find anything? - Yeah.
This is the real Brian Young.
He was a Navy SEAL who died during the invasion of Iraq.
Young was born in Wisconsin, but grew up in Illinois
and attended high school with guess who?
- Brent Dundas. - You've played this game before.
They were even on the same swim team.
So not only did Brent Dundas and Brian Young know each other,
it's reasonable to believe they were friends.
That's where Brent got his stories and his identity.
Right. Our friend the bartender, here, said,
we ought to talk to one of his waitresses, Star.
She had a lot of face time with the victim.
Why don't you guys check it out, see if she knows anything?
Sam and I are gonna go through the surveillance tapes from the bar.
What are you doing?
Um... Nell's hogging the computers up in Ops, running a multi-variant search.
What is that smell?
Oh, sardines.
They're really high in Omega-3 fatty acids.
Smells like cat food. No wonder Nell kicked you out.
I don't know what's worse, the smell in here
or that the fact you were eating in Ops.
If Hetty caught you, she would shoot you on sight.
- Where is Hetty? - I haven't seen her.
No wonder you're acting so brave. I've gotta find her.
You wanna keep going through the surveillance tapes?
Not with you. You and your fish breath go work in the gadget room.
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You threw your empty sardine can in my recycling bin?
- Gotta save the planet, man. - Go save it somewhere else.
And bring me a new bin.
Nell, have you seen Hetty?
No, not since this morning.
- What are you doing? - Oh, I'm looking for bacon.
As in Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.
Uh, collaboration distance?
Cluster analysis?
Okay, basically, I'm going through the Prince O' Whales
credit card transactions of the past couple of months,
and data mining through their customers
to find any links between Varley and Hertz.
The two men who stole the radiopharmaceuticals.
Hopefully, I'll find a common vector.
- Good luck with that. - Hm.
Right.
Brian was always a gentleman.
You mean Brent?
- Did you see him outside of work? - No.
No, we never dated or anything, if that's what you're asking.
He seemed like a kind soul, but tortured.
Like he was always a little sad.
I figured it was from being in the war.
Only he wasn't, his friend was.
He said he lost his best friend in the war.
Maybe he just never got over it.
Maybe it was Brian... Brent's...
Brent's way of honoring his dead friend.
By becoming him?
It was his way of being someone he wasn't.
A lot of people want a better life for themselves
and dream of being someone they're not.
"Star" sounds a lot better than Sarah Anne Shulman
from Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania.
I don't know about that, Sarah Anne sounds pretty to me.
So are you two like "together" together?
- Is it that obvious? - No, we're just partners.
- With privileges. - Oh, definitely not.
- Kind of. What about you? - No.
Are you in a relationship?
Not really.
Now, that's a crime.
Uh... You should take this, just in case you remember anything else.
Okay, thank you very much, Star.
Even if you just, you know, need to talk or anything.
I'm gonna take this. It's for your own security.
And we're gonna go.
What are you doing?
I was just being a good cop.
Cop blocker!
I'm gonna crush the life out of you.
I'm gonna gut you like a fish.
Problem, Mr. Hanna?
We need a new plasma.
What's wrong with this one?
It's stupid and it's pissing me off.
Seriously, I'm gonna shoot it.
What's really wrong, Sam?
You mean besides a guy posing as a SEAL
that may have built a dirty bomb?
Oh, well, that is a serious situation.
All the more reason to keep one's cool.
I'm cool.
You know,
it's been a very long time since I have heard you laugh, Sam.
Hell, life itself can be absurd.
But you have to embrace that.
If you can't smile now,
how can you possibly laugh in the face of death?
Hetty, why are you telling me this?
As a sailor, Sam, you know the importance of a solid anchor.
You have your faith, your family, your sense of humor.
Mr. Callen doesn't think he needs anyone.
He does. He needs you.
You're his anchor.
And I sense there's a storm coming.
Hetty, you're a lot of things, but a psychic isn't one of them.
You wanna level with me?
I just did.
I give up. Can't find her anywhere.
You're kidding, right? She was just here.
Seriously, what kind of tracker are you?
Well, she's avoiding me.
What was she talking about?
Ships, anchors, death.
To be honest, she's kind of creeping me out.
I got bacon.
What?
A man by the name of Ryan Long
split a restaurant check with Wendell Hertz last December.
In February, he paid a bar tab at the Prince O' Whales
the same night that Brent Dundas made a withdrawal from their ATM.
So Ryan Long is the link between the stolen radiopharmaceuticals
and our dead man, Brent Dundas.
And that, my friends, is bacon.
Ryan Long's been arrested on several occasions.
Mostly minor offenses stemming from various protests.
He's a self-proclaimed anarchist.
You got an address?
No. He only uses a P.O. Box.
He does, however, own a motor home
that Eric tracked down using Kaleidoscope.
And as of 11 minutes ago, it was in Playa del Rey near the airport.
Looks like it's been abandoned.
Maybe that's what I'll do. I'm gonna rent an RV.
Heh. I'd love to see you in a trailer park.
No, no, no. Drive across country.
Sailing the backwaters of America.
Just me and the open road as my companion.
You're breaking my heart.
Ryan?
Like I said, abandoned.
Nice driving, slick.
You not only wrecked your wheels, you totaled your house.
You know this guy?
No?
Well, this is what he looked like
after he was lit on fire with white phosphorus.
- I had nothing to do with that. - Why'd you try and get away?
Because I know how this government operates.
Yeah, I know I'm on a watch list.
You know, people equate anarchy with mayhem.
And that's not true.
I'm an advocate of peaceful resistance.
Well, this country has a rich history of anarchy.
Henry Thoreau was an anarchist.
- Did you know that? - I didn't know that. You know that?
Robert Louis Stevenson thought Thoreau was a girly man.
He called him a skulker.
A skulker.
You spy on us with your satellites.
You can turn on our cell phones without us knowing.
You take our photos. You listen in on our conversations.
Am I right?
What can I say?
You're right.
That's old-school stuff.
You've heard of Bluetooth, right? You don't think they invented that
just so you can talk to your mom while you're driving, do you? No.
Every time you put that little earpiece in,
we have remote access to your temporal lobe.
That's right, Ryan.
It's like hooking up a fiber optic cable into your cerebral cortex.
We know what you're saying, what you're seeing, what you're thinking.
That's just the consumer model.
We got a machine in the next room.
It can suck out your memories.
The only problem is, once they're gone, they're gone.
Ffft. Instant amnesia.
Me, personally, I think it's a bridge too far.
But we're at war here.
And it is a war on terror.
And I think the guy that did this has access to a dirty bomb,
and I think you know where he is.
- Where's he going? - Oh, don't worry about it, kid.
It hurts, but you won't remember any of it.
You can't do this.
Come on, you said yourself you know how we operate.
Seriously, I had nothing to do with this.
The guy you're looking for is Shepherd.
Who's Shepherd?
I don't know his last name. He used to be in our group,
but he started advocating militant aggression so we booted him out.
He formed his own group. Propaganda of the Deed.
- He talk about using dirty bombs? - No, but I wouldn't put it past him.
- Where do we find him? - I don't know.
That guy is way off the grid.
The only way I ever contact him is through his blog.
This is Shepherd's blog site. Propaganda of the Deed.
Frighteningly enough, he appears to have a fair amount of followers.
He's advocating violence as a means for social change spurned on
in part by the revolutions going on in the Middle East.
The website is hosted outside the country.
And he uploads his blogs by Internet cafés.
He's doing a pretty good job of shielding his identity.
Well, he's advocating the use of militant action,
but my guess is that he has no military experience.
He can espouse the use of dirty bombs.
Hell, he can buy the materials on the black market,
but he doesn't know how to go about it.
That's where Brent comes in. He's pretending to be a SEAL.
Shepherd's pretending to be a revolutionary.
It's a match made in heaven.
Until Brent Dundas can't deliver on that bomb, or refuses to,
when he realizes what a wing nut Shepherd is, you've got game over.
Okay, so how do we smoke out this psychopath
before he actually succeeds?
Shepherd may still be looking for someone who can make a bomb.
Maybe it's time we introduce him to a real Navy SEAL.
No. No way.
We're running out of time.
Our best bet is to draw Shepherd out.
And the best way to do that is to use me as bait.
Ask Ryan Long to set up a meet
and help coordinate the long-awaited uprising.
With you as the newest weapon to support the cause?
We're gonna have to be prepared to deal with a potential dirty bomb.
Okay.
I'll round up detection, protection and containment gear.
Ah. Hetty, what are you doing?
Oh, just a little spring-cleaning.
What's the word on Shepherd?
Well, we're setting the trap. I just hope that he takes the bait.
Well, be careful.
There's nothing as dangerous as a trapped animal.
True.
Here, I have something for you.
Oh. Wow.
I had it custom-made to look like the one I used on Bette Davis
in Death on the Nile.
I can't take that, Hetty. I'm sorry.
Oh, I insist.
But be careful.
Oh, that is the coolest thing I've ever seen.
I figured you'd like it.
Like you, it's both feminine and deadly.
Therein lies its true value.
You think I'm feminine and deadly?
Among many things.
It's what makes you so good at this job.
The true challenge is knowing when to stop.
What do you mean?
The job.
The importance of what we do, the excitement of doing it.
It makes it very difficult to give up.
When the day comes for you to hang up your gun...
- Oh... - And it will.
You're going to wanna come home
to something more than a collection of antique weapons.
Unfortunately, most of the guys that I meet...
...are trying to shoot me, so...
Not to worry.
Sometimes you find them, sometimes they find you.
You just have to keep your eyes open.
- Enjoy that. - Thank you.
- Detective. - Hetty.
- I thought you were getting the gear. - I am.
Are you? Because that looks a lot like a makeup brush.
You putting on some radiation-proof foundation?
You got a little lead-lined mascara in there?
No, it's just something Hetty's getting rid of.
- Really? - Yeah, but you have to be careful...
Mm-hm.
You two scare me.
Good.
Could you try not to act so nervous?
- I am nervous. - Then think about something else.
All I can think about is the picture of the burned guy you showed me.
You know, you'd be doing me a favor
if you could erase that memory.
Deeks, Kensi, you in position?
Yeah. You guys wanna bring me some chicken tenders?
Not really.
Do you wanna get Deeks some chicken tenders, Sam?
Sure, if he makes himself useful
and washes my car while he's out there.
Hold up, we got someone coming your way.
Drew, what are you doing here?
Shepherd sent me.
What is this? I thought Shepherd was coming.
It's just for security purposes.
Shepherd just has some questions first.
Shepherd.
I'm here. Get on with it.
Eric, Shepherd sent a proxy.
He's got him on the phone.
We're already trying to trace it.
What SEAL team were you in?
DEVGRU, formerly SEAL Team 6, out of Dam Neck, Virginia.
- What's unique about SEAL Team 2? - Seriously?
Arctic warfare capability.
Can I try Famous Battles for 200?
Just answer the questions.
Who is Harry Constance?
He was a Vietnam-era Navy SEAL who completed over 300 missions.
All of which you could find on Wikipedia.
We were here to blow something up, not to play Trivial Pursuit.
That's enough, Drew.
Take me off speakerphone.
- Take this outside. - Excuse me.
Eric, how we doing on that trace?
We're closing in. He's nearby.
The call's coming from a landline.
What's he doing?
Sam, Callen, he's running away.
He left without his bag. Go. Go. Go.
Everybody out of the bar, now!
Come on. Get out of the bar. Go.
Stay down!
We're just lucky no one was injured.
I'll keep digging
to see what else I can find on your bomb delivery boy.
I'll call if we catch some fish.
Make sure you let Hetty know it was not a dirty bomb.
Will do.
The guy's name is Drew Stetson.
He's a runaway and all-around misfit.
He's got a warrant for a misdemeanor in Arizona.
It's gonna be the least of his worries now. California Penal Code 12308:
Attempted murder with an explosive device is a life sentence.
Thank you, counselor.
According to our boy here,
Shepherd wanted to blow up Ryan to set an example.
He also confirmed Shepherd has a dirty bomb
and he's determined to use it.
I don't suppose he knows where.
Shepherd will reveal when the time is right.
Maybe Eric will get lucky with his phone trace.
It was a payphone, there wasn't a surveillance, ATM or traffic cam
within about a quarter of a mile.
Shepherd just posted to his blog.
It's essentially a call to arms.
He's trying to incite his followers into a violent revolt
against what he sees as a corrupt government.
He's delusional.
He's also armed and dangerous.
He already killed one person and he tried to kill us.
We know he has the radiopharmaceuticals,
he's learned how to make a bomb.
Got a lot of followers.
It only takes one nut job to encourage copycat behavior.
"The spark that will ignite the revolution will be set today."
They want it to be symbolic.
And for it to be effective, he'll need those radiopharmaceuticals in the air.
Well, keep looking for Shepherd and a list of possible targets.
You avoiding me?
If I wanted to avoid you, Mr. Callen, you wouldn't find me.
What's going on, Hetty?
Oh, many things.
Perhaps you should be more specific.
I have to flinch first, is that it?
Fine. I got a nut job running around the city with a dirty bomb.
He's already tried to kill us. You haven't weighed in on this.
I have alerted the NEST Teams.
And apprised the local authorities
of the appropriate emergency protocols.
Thank you.
Is there something else you think I should be doing?
I don't know.
Well, I think you've got it covered, Mr. Callen.
If I didn't...
...I'd tell you.
That's good to know.
Being in charge sucks, Mr. Callen.
Everyone looks to you for guidance and answers,
even when you have none to give.
Well, I've never known you to ever be at a loss for words.
The true test of a commander
is when he is as frightened and confused
as those who look up to him.
In that moment, when you can't find it in yourself...
...you will find it in them.
That's leadership.
G., initially we thought Shepherd would go after a hard target,
like a federal building or a courthouse.
There's a rally today in Pershing Square to support the troops.
It's symbolic, easy access, lot of people.
Best chance of escape.
All right, Monty. It's go time.
Come on, buddy.
- Hey, Monty. - Well, well, look who's back.
What the hell is that?
For your information, he had to have surgery.
Poor thing.
Listen, if there's a bomb here, Monty will sniff it out.
Good boy, Monty.
You sure that's a police dog, not a lab specimen?
Seriously, Deeks, at least get him a pair of pants, all right?
Just ignore them, Monty. They're jealous of me too.
All right, find the bomb.
Come on, brother, this side first.
No, no.
Here we go.
Wanna check here? Come on, let's go.
Sam, check out Johnny Guitar.
Guys, I think I found something.
False alarm.
What do you got, buddy?
- Well, sure. - Yeah, why not?
Hey, fellow, how you doing?
I told you it's just a guitar.
Wanna tell me what you're looking for?
Sorry, pal.
Must be something good in there.
I got him. Public Works, guys.
L.A.P. D! Everybody out of the area!
Guys, it's a trash can.
Everybody down. Out of the way!
All right, Shepherd.
- Up. - You haven't stopped anything.
I'm just one of thousands. The resistance is growing.
And soon, your authoritarian oppression will come crumbling down.
You know what they call anarchists in prison, Shepherd?
Shower toys.
Let's let the bomb squad do this.
- I'm trained for this. I can do it. - You are.
And you're very good at it, but they're already here.
It'd be a shame to make them put those suits on for nothing.
Yeah. And, you know, it probably wouldn't hurt
if we picked up the pace just a little bit.
One day, Sam, this dog will save your life.
And I think somebody owes Monty an apology.
- Okay, nice work, mutt. - That's not very nice.
- I was talking to Deeks. - Thanks.
Hey, a sailboat sounds pretty good about now, doesn't it?
Yo, you okay?
Yeah, I was just thinking.
About what?
Something Hetty said. I'm worried about her.
She's worried about you.
Why would she be worried about me?
You can be a worrisome guy.
She pulled me aside and wanted to talk about it today.
Me too.
But not about you.
We had a real heart-to-heart today about the future.
Me three. She's talking about things changing.
Guys, she's putting her affairs in order.
Hetty?
I've been calling you.
- I'm sorry. - Why didn't you answer my calls?
- Where is she? - Miss Lange? She's gone.
She tendered her resignation...
...effective immediately.
Who are you?
Lauren Hunter. Her replacement.
Her replacement?
Is this a joke?
I'm not much of a joker, Agent Blye.
- Nell, get me Dir. Vance on the phone. - That won't be necessary.
Director Vance is coming online in Ops to brief you all momentarily.
Agent Callen,
I'd like to have a word with you in my office when you're finished.
Hey. Hey.