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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.