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(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(camera beeping)

You a pervert?!
That's my wife!

I just saw some cool shots.
I'm a photographer.

Give me the camera.
You were out in public!

Come on! Hey!
I am allowed to take pictures!

Give me the camera! Hey!
All right, all right, all right!

Hey! Hey!

(dialing)

(line ringing)

Come on. Pick up.

(grunting)

What are you doing?

(device beeping steadily)

No! No!

(car alarm blaring)

♪ NCIS: LA 5x13 ♪
Allegiance
Original Air Date on January 14, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

DEEKS: Kan du tale lidt
la-langsommere.

Kan du tale
lidt lang...

loom-loomsommere.
Kan du tale lidt

lang... s-somm... sommere.

SAM: Is Deeks
talking backwards?

Kan du tale lidt
langsommere... sommere.

I'm gonna go with
demonic possession. (chuckles)

Kan du tale... You know what?
Screw this.

Deeks, what
are you doing?

Well, I was trying

to learn Danish, and now I'm no
longer trying to learn Danish.

What you was trying
to say is

"Kan du tale lidt langsommere."

Wow. Thank you for that.

Does anyone know
how to say "show-off" in Hebrew?

(Sam and Callen speak Hebrew)

No. You know what,
forget it.

Just remind me to tell Nate
about my inferiority complex

next time I see him.

So, you really want to learn
a foreign language?

Well, I just figure that

between the two of you,
Kensi and I and Hetty,

we got, like,
two dozen languages covered.

But since we've never arrested
a terrorist

that speaks Pig Latin...

That's not to say
they're not out there.

So you want to augment
the team's skill set.

Nice initiative.
Well, you can tell me

that again after I learn
how to speak...

Turkish.

(speaking Turkish)

Scratch that.

(clears throat)
Korean.

(speaking Korean)

Really?

Really.

French.

Sérieux?
Canadian.

I was gonna say French Canadian.

That's a
different dialect.

You guys probably
didn't know that. Welsh.

Uh, you got us there.

Ah.

(Hetty speaking Welsh)

Mr. Deeks.

Gentlemen.

Thank you for that!
(phone ringing)

Wow, this has been a pleasure.
(clears throat)

Etective-day Eeks-day.

Think you need
to work on your, uh,

Korean there, big guy.
Why?

Pretty sure you said
"I speak like honey."

This coming from a guy

who told Deeks he looks like
a frisky rodent

in Turkish.
That was intentional.

Yeah, right.
DEEKS: LAPD.

They found something
at a crime scene

they'd like us
to take a look at.

Oh. You, see, Deeks,
you have other skill sets.

(chuckles)

Huh? Like liaising.
Right.

I always thought it was
pronounced "lazing."

(chuckles)
That's clever.

It's a play on words. I like it.

Detective found
this 20 feet away.

Pulled their guys off and
called us immediately.

M.E. already removed what
was left of the body.

Gas tank alone
can't do this kind of damage.

I'm thinking plastic explosives.

Watermarks
are destroyed.

There's nothing to indicate
who this guy was.

I got some Pashto.

Maybe Deeks can translate.

(chuckles)
That's hilarious.

I got a camera.

Might be a little crispy
even for Eric.

Challenge coin.

Financial Crimes
Enforcement Network.

FinCEN?
Never heard of 'em.

They investigate organizations
for money laundering,

financial ties to terrorism.

(line ringing)

ERIC:
What do you got, Sam?

Eric, can you find out if FinCEN
has any agents in Los Angeles?

Checking.

CALLEN:
Mirza Rahman and Rafiq Shahidi.

Okay, this might take a minute.
Call you back?

High-ranking
Taliban commanders.

Thanks.

So what's the connection
with L.A.?

That's a good question.

FinCEN currently only has
one agent in Los Angeles.

Stuart Green.

NELL: He flew into LAX yesterday
morning from Afghanistan.

He was supposed

to check in with
FinCEN last night.

They never
heard from him.

His file says
he was working with

a small team based in Kabul.

Deep undercover

at Prince's Money Market
investigating hawalas.

Ugh, you can never
trust a koala, man.

You never know what they're
hiding in their pouches.

In fact, I won't turn my
back on any marsupial.

Hey.
Hmm?

It's "hawala."
Mm.

It's an ancient system
of money transfer.

CALLEN:
Western Union

for the Muslim world.

Cheap, fast,
no I.D. required.

Sounds like a terrorist's
dream come true.

CALLEN:
We need to contact

the FinCEN team in Kabul.

That's not gonna be easy.

(people chattering)

(men speak Pashto)

GRANGER: We have a message
from Mr. Green.

Agents Kazimi,
Farhad.

Who are you?

We're friends.

NCIS.

Well, you better have

a damn good reason
for being here.

It's taken us four years
to build these covers.

Believe me,

we get it.

We have some bad news
about Agent Green.

Okay.

We're just waiting for Kensi
and Granger to come online.

You all right, Deeks?

Yeah, no.
I just... I got

this new shirt, and it's just,
uh... super itchy.

So I was just...
I should've just...

read the label
before I put it on.

I'm sure I was supposed to
wash it first or something.

But no, I'm-I'm good.

Okay. We're all set.

Agents, Detective.

Good to see you, sir.

Where's Kensi?

Well, it's nice
to see you, too, Detective.

I had Agent Blye stay behind
in Kabul

to debrief FinCEN Agent Farhad.

This is Agent Kazimi,
his partner.

Now, I don't
have to tell you

he's here at great
personal risk,

so let's make this quick.

Is it true?

Green is dead?

We're still waiting
for a proper I.D.,

but we confirmed that the car
was the same one

he rented yesterday.

What was Green doing so far
from Afghanistan?

Trying to plug a leak.

Intel?
Money.

Specifically money funding
I.E.D. attacks

on Afghan and U.S.
military targets.

Taliban's handiwork.

Agents Farhad and Kazimi have
traced the source of their money

to a global hawala network.

So you and Agent Farhad
went undercover

to access hawala records.

Green was
our handler.

Their most recent findings
indicate the terrorists' money

has been coming from
a hawala broker in Los Angeles.

Green came here
to find the broker.

Maybe he found him;
that's what got him killed.

Agents Blye and Farhad
will send you

the hawala records
within the hour.

Until then, let's be clear:

someone in L.A.
is funding brutal attacks

on Afghan
and U.S. military personnel,

and now we've got
a dead federal agent.

I want you to find
the leak and plug it

with everything
you've got.

We're on it.

NELL: We found
Agent Green's rental

on several traffic cameras
in Culver City

last night.

There's a lot of import/export
shops around there.

Make it easy to keep hawala
under the radar.

You get anything
off Green's camera?

Uh, mostly damaged data,
but these two photos

are the best so far.
DEEKS: Wow.

I see two pixelated Polynesian
women paddleboarding. No.

I see Kate Upton.

And she's doing the Dougie
while in a bikini.

This is...
HETTY: More than four

sexual references
in a ten-card Rorschach test

is a strong indicator
for schizophrenia.

(chuckles)
That's funny.

Okay, not funny.

CALLEN:
They almost look like

they could be rug patterns.
SAM: They are.

It's a Shindand design.

Major export of Afghanistan.

I've brought home a few myself.

There's only one

Afghan rug store in Culver City;
it's down on La Cienega.

Could be our
hawala broker.

Address on your phones.

DEEKS:
Okay, just to clarify,

neither one of you saw twins
in that photo?

Blondes.
I knew it.

You knew what?

You just said "blondes."
He didn't say anything.

I think
you're hearing voices, Deeks.

Maybe Hetty was right.

(camera clicking)

Eric, is this the owner?

ERIC:
That's him.

His name's

Behnam Navid.

He immigrated
to this country five years ago.

Opened up the store
three years later.

That's right around the
time the I.E.D. attacks

started happening
in Afghanistan.

We need to get
inside and confirm.

Well, then I think
it's time for Sven,

fabulous interior
decorator to the stars.

Knock yourself out.

All right, but let's
go easy on the fabulous

this time, okay?

(Scandinavian accent):
Okay, bring on ze wonderful, ja?

Uh, look here.
Okay.

This is a Kazak design.

Kazak design, ja.

From Peshawar.
Hmm.

Hand-knotted...
and plant-dyed.

Beautiful, yes?

Ja, ja, it's okay,
it's okay.

Ze problem is ze club
is 10,000 square feet,

and what we need to do

is cover ze entire lounge area
with ze rugs.

Ja, what do you think?
Is this fantastic?

I think it's a little big.
Hmm.

A little over the top.
Oh, ja,

but I've always told you,
you can't be afraid of ze color.

I've always
said this to him.

You can't be scared
of ze color. (laughs)

Color's the last thing I'm scared of.
Okay.

All right.
Well, you don't want to be

ze boring beige boy,
now, do you, Chad, hmm?

Maybe.
No, come on, no one wants to be

ze boring beige boy.

(man talking indistinctly)

SAM:
Hey, Sven.

Huh?
Stop saying that.

Yeah, but you don't want
to be the drab Danny,

or ze gray Gary.

Remember, Chad,
you hired me

to make you fabulous.

Okay, that's Benham's
son, Ehsan Navid.

He emigrated to the U.S.
with his father.

Any contact with the hawala
brokers back in Afghanistan?

Uh...

looks like four
or five calls a day.

DEEKS: Ze blues
are so pretty over here.

Zey match my eyes.

(quietly): He's heading out the
side door, and he's got a gun.

CALLEN:
All right, stay with him.

Let's pick him up
when he's away from the store.

Okay, I've seen enough.
So long!

Chad,

where are you going?

Yeah. I-I got to...
get a new decorator.

I completely understand.

(humming quietly)

Where's he headed on foot?

I'm more concerned about
what he's got in the bag.

I think he
made us.

What are you talking about?
My character's bulletproof.

I think he made us.

Federal agents!
Freeze!

Drop the bag,
get on your knees!

SAM:
Hands on your head!

(panting)

Are you guys really agents?

I-I thought you were
trying to rob me.

Gun's not loaded.

Duffel bag is.

I don't understand.

Did I do something wrong?

Carrying a concealed weapon
requires a permit.

It's unloaded
and-and broken.

I just keep it to scare people
in case I'm robbed.

Where were you going
with the cash?

The bank. It belongs
to my customers.

CALLEN:
That's a lot of cash.

Hawala business
must be doing pretty good.

♪ We treat your money
as if ♪

♪ It were ours.

It's our slogan.

Your hawala
has a slogan?

Mm. And soon I hope
to have ads in coupon books

and penny savers.

You seem to be real proud of it.

Of course.

It's an ancient system.

Immigrants from
many countries send money

back home with our service.

It's how I send money
back home to Afghanistan.

You still have family
in Afghanistan?

Two sisters and my mother.

You would like to see them?

Sure.

If I could have my tablet.

They shot this for
my father's birthday.

I edited.

Those are my sisters,
Armegan

and Farah.

And, uh...
that's my mommy.

♪

Happy birthday.

I love you.

Oh, I'm going to add
a spin transition here.

We'll take a look at it
later there, Scorsese.

(music stops)
It's just a rough cut.

Do you know him?

I think so.

He was in the store
looking at rugs.

He's a federal agent.
He was murdered last night.

SAM: Did you know
your hawala

was being used to send money
to the Taliban?

Impossible. I...

I know the brokers
in Afghanistan.

They would not do business
with the Taliban.

But how would they know?

Hawala's completely
anonymous, right?

No names, just
remittance codes.

I'm trying to become
a U.S. citizen.

This is going to destroy
everything I've worked for.

Maybe not.

But if we're
gonna help you,

we're gonna need access
to your transaction records.

Yes, of course.

I... I'll need my tablet.

It's on the app.

You have an app... for an
ancient money-transfer system?

Yeah. There's an app
for everything.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

He sounds genuine.
He and his father

assisted U.S. forces
in the war--

that's how they
got their visas.

And he just took
the U.S. citizens test,

passed with flying colors.

Becoming a citizen will help him
bring over the rest of his family.

It's safe to say he's not
a killer or a terrorist.

ERIC: Well, according
to his Facebook profile,

he is an entrepreneur
with the soul of a dancer.

And a hopeless romantic.

And back on Planet Relevance.

(clears throat)

Ehsan's hawala records

don't list any names,
only remittance codes.

And comparing the codes from
the L.A. and Afghan brokers,

Agents Farhad and Kazimi
were able to trace

the money from L.A.
to a doctor in Kabul.

ERIC: He works
at a quarantined

tuberculosis clinic
in Parwan Province.

That's not far
from where Kensi's stationed.

(quietly): Does her head
have to zoom so big?

I'll have Granger
and Ms. Blye look into it.

And yes, Mr. Deeks...

my head does need
to zoom in this big.

It gives me power.

ERIC:
Okay.

Records indicate that
the TB clinic is being funded

by a top-rated
American charity, PlanetMD.

SAM: They do good work
sending medical aid

to hot spots
around the globe.

Well, somebody could have
infiltrated the charity

and directed donor dollars
towards terrorism.

And Green catches him at the
hawala and gets himself killed.

NELL:
Hey, guys?

PlanetMD has a fund-raiser
scheduled for tonight

in Hollywood.

Could be our best chance
to find the source of money.

DEEKS: Yeah, but the hawala
system is anonymous.

How do we know
who we're looking for?

Zoom in on him.

What is he doing?

ERIC: He's getting
his groove on.

(humming quietly)

Oh, my God, he has no idea
there's a camera on him.

SAM:
Nope.

And he's how we're
gonna make an I.D.

Deeks.

Huh?

Meet your new partner.

DEEKS:
Vibrant.

Sepia. Noir.

You look so good
you don't even need a filter.

Oh, Mr. Deeks,
I'd like to remind you

that you're going
undercover.

I'd better not find

that... selfie
on your Instagram.

Wait a minute,
you follow my Instagram?

Yes.

And if I have to look
at one more picture

of Monty in his sunglasses,

I'm going to have Eric
crash the account.

Check.

Selfie... gone.

How you doing, Ehsan?

Oh, Mr. Navid is in good hands.

Yes. So do you
do this often?

Go undercover?
Not with civilians.

I usually go undercover
with my partner.

Did something happen to him?

Did he die undercover perhaps?

Okay, first off, he is a she...

Did she die?

No. Nobody... nobody died.

Right. Good.

Then where is she?

That's a damn good question.

Hetty?

Mr. Navid, why don't
you go take a look.

Get out here.

(laughs)

(snapping fingers,
grunting rhythmically)

Ha-ha! Indeed!

Are you blushing, Hetty?

No, reminiscing.

Just... reminiscing, Mr. Deeks.

(phone chimes)

Uh-huh.

That's Callen.

Well, that means we got to go.

Don't be nervous,

Mr. Navid.

You've got the best
looking after you.

Best looking.

You ready?
Yes.

Mr. Deeks.

Yeah?

Keep him safe.

Of course.

Okay, you're all set.

Enjoy.
Thank you.

Glad you could join us,
Mr. Lopakhin.

(Russian accent):
Is Dr. Lopakhin.

Did not just spend
the last six months

working in leper colony
to be called "mister."

Is brutal contagious disease.

NELL:
Okay, well, you are

all set. Enjoy.

Oh, and don't forget
your gift bag

on the way out.

(quietly):
Nice backstop.

Should give you some
space to operate.

Anyone interesting yet?

Uh, no.
Eric's still running faces,

but it's gonna take some time.
Mm-hmm.

Yes?

CALLEN (over earpiece):
I'm in Deeks.

Where are you?

Just follow
the quinoa dumplings.

Ehsan got over his nerves
pretty fast.

Keep him focused, Deeks.

Sorry, guys, I'm gonna
have to cut him off.

Have you tried this?

Yup. Yeah, they,
uh... they're great.

But listen, I
need you to, uh,

keep your head in
the game, all right?

We're here to find
hawala customers.

Of course.
Of course.

I'm sorry, Marty.
Okay, just, uh...

focus on the faces,
follow my lead.

You got it?

Whoa.

Hello, ladies.

(deep voice):
Hello, ladies.

God bless America.

Deeks.

Ehsan.

(clears throat)
Just the faces, Romeo.

Just the faces.

Status, Mr. Hanna?

They're in position.

Kensi, what do you see?

KENSI:
There's no activity

around the perimeter
of the clinic.

Windows are boarded up,
so I can't see inside.

SAM: That's the way
terrorists like it.

Are you ready to breach?

KENSI:
Locked and loaded.

Walls are too thick
for a clean read.

Infrared's picking up
sporadic signatures.

Somebody's home.

The question is: how many?

GRANGER: And are they doctors
or terrorists?

If we're not careful,
a Marine fire team invading

a medical clinic...

Could end very badly.

Might even trigger a
backlash of local tribes.

That's if it's a TB clinic.

If it's not, and we do nothing,
more soldiers die in attacks.

It's my call, Henrietta.

HETTY:
Of course, Owen.

(sighs)

KENSI:
So what's your decision?

(breathes deeply)

We're going in.

Note to self:
don't shoot any doctors.

Gas masks on.

Don't want to catch anything.

Okay, let's move
into position.

You speak Pashto, right?

Yes. And Arabic and
English, of course,

and a little Dari
for business.

I'm surrounded
by polyglots.

I'm sorry?

Uh... polygons.

The-the geometry... I was just
noticing and appreciating

how remarkable
this photo is.

You like it?

I love it.

It was taken
by a nurse

who works at our clinic
in the West Bank.

Wow.

Only $5,000.

DEEKS:
$5,000.

Well, it's going
to a good cause, right?

It's okay.

You don't have to
pretend to like the art.

Ex-Excuse me?

Anna Chang.

Executive Director, PlanetMD.

It's obvious you two are

more interested
in the celebrities.

CALLEN:
Heads up, Deeks.

You've been flagged by security.

I don't take kindly to paparazzi

crashing my fundraisers.
I'm sorry,

there must be
some sort of mistake.

Uh, Ms. Chang,
if you look at the list,

you'll see
our names are on it.

Added at
the last minute

and not approved by me.

That's a red flag.

Now, are you
going to leave, or am I

going to have to
make you leave?

I'm going in.

Uh... excuse me, Ms. Chang,

you have a clinic
near Bamyan.

Yes?

Afghanistan?

We do.

That is where

my family is from.

My youngest sister,

Farah...

she had cholera when
she was just a baby.

We all thought
she might die.

Then your doctors came,
and she got better.

I have no money
to give to your charity.

What I earn goes to them.

But I would like
to offer you...

my thanks.

I...

I'm glad your
sister is well.

Please,
enjoy the evening.

Both of you.

Thank you so much.
It's nice to meet you.

Mm.

Just to be clear,

we had that under control,
but, uh...

you did good.

You recognize somebody?

Uh, yes.

He comes into the
hawala twice a month.

Eric, we got our guy.

Bow tie, gray suit.

I got him.
His name is Roger Ali.

He works for an
outside finance company

that handles PlanetMD.

He's in charge of dispensing
funds to overseas clinics,

including the TB clinic
in Afghanistan.

HETTY:
We have confirmation.

Mr. Callen, take Ali alive,

quietly and discreetly.

Roger, I'm a federal
agent. Don't turn around.

Just walk to
the front door.

(grunts)

(people murmuring)

(Russian accent):
I am doctor.

This man have
allergic reaction.

He needs hospital.

Please, help me
bring to my car.

SAM:
That was discreet.

Oh, bugger.

They're about
to breach.

GRANGER:
Three, two, one.

(shouting)

GRANGER:
Clear!

SAM:
Anything inside?

No medicines, no equipment,

no patients.

Well, and I guess, no TB.

Something tells me
these guys aren't doctors.

(sniffs)

I got C4.

I got timers, detonators,
pipe bombs.

Hetty, are you seeing this?

I'm afraid we are, Ms. Blye.

Okay, last chance.

No games, no threats.

SAM:
Your American passport

is a fake.

Your real name is
Mujtaba Abdali.

You graduated with
a degree in accounting

and English from
Kabul University.

CALLEN: And for the past
few years, you've been

skimming money from PlanetMD
to pay for Taliban attacks.

I was sending funds
to medical clinics.

You can't convict me
of anything.

What about murder?

You think we'd
get you on that?

I have no idea who that is.

Choice is yours.

You can talk... or Guantanamo.

Bring on your prison.

Bring on your isolation,
your waterboards.

I have no fear.

Allah is with me.

Eric, I'm sending you
the second one right now.

See if facial rec gets anything.

ERIC: I'll take care of it.
I'm running it now.

(chuckles)

GRANGER:
Agent Blye.

Yeah?

Let's take a look at this.

Okay, nice and easy.

Yeah.

Okay.

No visible
triggering device.

Get your EOD team
in here now.

Sir.

Cell phone receivers
and detonators for bombs.

Seems to be where the attacks
were supplied and planned.

There's a couple
hundred pounds of C4.

These are definitely the guys.

What do we have here?

Well, my Pashto
is rudimentary,

but this is
definitely a ledger.

And these look like
hawala codes.

Okay, we just cut off
the blood supply.

I want to cut off the head.

I'll get this to
the FinCEN agents,

see what they make of it.

Ali was only trained
to do one thing.

Move money.

Doesn't mean
he's not our killer.

Okay, so, uh, we got a
little bit of a problem.

Ehsan here is refusing
to give back the suit.

I'm not refusing.

It is a request.

(chuckles)
No way. Get changed.

No, no, hold on a second.
He says it's for a girl.

I don't care if it's for the
President of the United States.

She's not just a girl.

She is a dream,
an angel on this earth.

You'll be an angel in Heaven
if Hetty finds out.

For her, I am willing
to take that chance. Look here.

I don't care
what she looks like.

She's not just
a pretty face.

She's kind, funny.

And she loves

to play Madden football.

DEEKS: Wow.
That is kind of awesome.

There's no way.

EHSAN:
In this suit,

she would see who I could be.

Please.

Just for one night.

Well, she is a
stone-cold fox.

Really? We're gonna lose our
jobs over a... a pretty girl

that plays computer football?

Ah...

It's only for one night.

Yeah, come on, G man,
it's for love.

The kid's in love.

Look, if we do this, it is
never, ever spoken of again.

Suit? What suit?

I-It's a pact
we'll take to the grave.

Get your hand
in here, too.

Till death.

Which may come quicker
if Hetty finds out.

Make us proud, Ehsan.
Yeah.

GRANGER:
Kensi, they're coming on.

KENSI: Yeah.
Give me a second.

Kensi, let's go.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

I have helmet hair.

When you wear a helmet for
too long, it just kind of...

makes it awkward.

Oh.

I wouldn't know about that.

(sighs)

Hi.

Hey, it's good to see you guys.

You're missed.

NELL:
Hey, Kens.

Where's Deeks?

Uh, he's, uh,
with a witness.

Oh. Tell him I said hi.

GRANGER:
Agent Kazimi.

KAZIMI:
I've got bad news.

We've analyzed
the ledger you found.

The transactions match up
with the hawala in Los Angeles.

We secured the source
of the money. He's in custody.

Good. But we've got
a bigger problem.

The ledger indicates payment
going the other way.

CALLEN:
From the hawala

in Afghanistan to the hawala
in Los Angeles?

Yes.

Why are they
sending money back?

The money goes
where the resources are needed.

NELL:
So, the money's coming

back here because...

Because there's going
to be an attack.

It's been flowing that way
for the last 18 months.

So, there's a cell
in Los Angeles.

It gets worse.

Monday was the last
scheduled payment.

The money stopping
can only mean two things:

the mission's no longer viable
or it's about to go down.

All right, alert
Homeland Security and the FBI.

You have intel
on who you're looking for?

CALLEN:
Because of hawala's anonymity,

we don't have a clue.

CALLEN: All right,
let's go over it again.

DEEKS:
So we got a terrorist cell

operating in Los Angeles,
receiving funds

for the last 18 months
at $6,000 a month.

I mean, that's...

It's over
a hundred grand.

It's not expensive
to build a bomb.

It's the day-to-day costs.

It's the housing
and the food.

They've been planning
this a while.

Ali's still not talking.

What about you two? Anything?

CALLEN:
Nada.

Nic. Niente.Neechivo.

You don't have to rub it in.

Report's back from
the crash scene.

The explosive used to
kill Agent Green was C4.

Okay, so we know
they're bombers.

What's the target?

I think I know.

I was able to reconstruct
one of Green's photos enough

to make out this black van
with a replaced gray door.

I ran that feature
through Kaleidoscope.

And I found one a block away

from the Santa Monica
Civic Auditorium.

In 30 minutes, there's a
naturalization ceremony.

SAM:
Mass casualties,

symbolic value.

That's the target.

Is it too late to cancel?

People are already
moving inside.

How many new citizens?

1,200.

And we only have one way
to I.D. the bomber.

NELL:
Just traced Ehsan's cell.

He's at Goose Egg

Café on Lincoln.

I'll go pick him up,
meet you there.

Ehsan?
Marty?

Hey. I'm so sorry
to interrupt.

We, uh, need you...

Wow. You are even more
beautiful in person. Well done.

Ehsan, who is this?
What is going on?

Ehsan, I really need
to talk to you.

I'm so sorry.

Excuse me.

We need you to I.D.
another customer.

Of course, no problem.
This is different.

We think this guy is carrying
a large amount of explosives.

He could detonate them any time,
which means this is your choice.

I understand, Marty.

Let's go.

You sure?

Mm. My country needs me.

Sam, we're inside.

Ehsan's got the earwig.

SAM:
I see you.

Callen's already on over-watch.

Ehsan, check as many faces
as you can as fast as you can.

And remember
to smile, all right?

It's supposed to be
a happy day.

SAM: There's a group coming up
behind you, Ehsan.

DEEKS: Don't stare.
Just check 'em and move.

Check 'em and move.

EHSAN:
It's... it's hard.

Several hundred people
visit my hawala.

And not just Afghans.

Somalis, Iraqis and Sudanese.

MAN (over P.A.): Ladies and gentlemen,
we are about to begin.

Everyone please move
into the main hall.

All right,
we're running out of time.

Look carefully.

I see him. Uh, bald,

brown jacket,
heading into the main hall.

Okay. I got him.

He's heading into D Tunnel.
He's not carrying anything.

He's probably wearing
a suicide vest.

Ehsan, stay in the lobby.
Excuse me.

I don't see him yet.

Almost there.

I got him.

Let's get ready
to take this guy.

We have a problem.

What is it?

EHSAN:
This man-- every time

he came into the store,
he was with a woman.

You saying there's
a second bomber?

I just saw her. Green jacket,

brown skirt.
She's heading into Tunnel C.

I'm on it.

Ehsan, you're done.

Get out of the building.

MAN (over P.A.): Ladies and gentlemen,
Judge Malcolm Smith.

We got to do this now.

I got the woman, Deeks.

Yeah, I'm right behind her.

MAN:
Hello, everyone.

I am Judge Malcolm Smith.

We will begin
in a couple of minutes.

He's got a dead-man's switch, G.

SMITH: If you haven't turned in
your permanent resident card,

you can do that
after the ceremony.

I shoot him, he lets go,
the bomb detonates.

Bad news. She's got one, too.

We take one down,
the other one blows.

CALLEN:
You guys got to do it together.

You mean grab the switches?

At exactly the same time,

and keep 'em closed
until I can get a shot.

Great. This is a fantastic plan.

I can grab it when you're ready.

Okay, now, I'm going
to ask you all

to please
remain standing,

and we will get
this show on the road.

It's now or never.

I'm in position.

On three.

I'm taking the woman first,
Deeks.

Make sure I have a clean shot.

Got it.

SAM:
One.

Two.

She's about to go.

(silenced gunshot)

(people screaming)

I don't have a shot!

SAM: Take it! Take it!
Don't worry about me!

(silenced gunshot)

Sam?

I'm good. Deeks?

DEEKS:
Aside from a bullet

whizzing six inches
from my head, I'm fantastic.

CALLEN:
Sam?

Oh, G, he must have activated a
timer while we were struggling.

I got about 30 seconds.

I'm coming to you.

Okay.

I'm good.
She didn't activate hers.

Sam?

I need two hands
to defuse the bomb.

(timer beeping)

I can take it.

Come on. Come on.

Just hold tight.
Hold tight. Hold it tight.

(sighs)

What are you doing here?

I thought you might
need some help.

Okay. You can let go.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Still wearing that suit?

Yeah.

Last night went... very well.

CALLEN:
You guys good?

Awesome.

DEEKS:
Speak for yourself.

If someone could give me a hand.

I'm, uh...
still attached to a bomb.

Don't touch anything.
Stay put, all right?

MAN (over TV): Seven hours
after the foiled bombing,

officials finally reopened the
Santa Monica Civic Auditorium.

Police and federal officials
cleared the building

and assured everyone
that it was safe to reenter.

But the real story here
was one of perseverance

for the thousands
who came to be naturalized

as American citizens...

(sighs)

(phone chimes)

(phone chimes)

Undeterred by the terrifying
events of the day,

they moved back inside and took
the oath of allegiance.

And I can tell you

from personally meeting
some of these new citizens,

they could not be happier
or more proud.

This is a dream come true
for many of these people.

A lot of smiling faces...

Cannot imagine a happier day.

You can say that again.

(Hetty clears throat)

Uh, is this about the suit?

Uh, I was just about to take it off...
No.

No, no. On second thought,
keep it on.

What's happening?
Am I in trouble?

No.

Mr. Navid,

you're about to become a citizen
of the United States of America.

Really? Now?

You passed your test.

Thwarted a major attack.

Besides, you're dressed
for the occasion.

HETTY: And I've been in touch
with the State Department

about starting the visa process
for your mother and sisters.

MAN:
Please,

put up your right hand
and repeat after me.

(sighs)

I don't need to repeat.

I know it by heart.

I hereby declare, on oath,

that I absolutely and entirely

renounce and abjure
all allegiance

and fidelity to all
foreign prince, potentate,

state or sovereignty
of whom or which I have

heretofore been
subject or citizen.

That I will support and defend

the Constitution and laws
of the United States of America

against all enemies,
foreign and domestic.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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