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(whooping)

Whoa. That was a puff dragon
right there.

All right, Angel, come back
with something stronger, please.

Show 'em why you
the reigning champ right now.

Let me see. (laughing)

Let's go, Luis. Show me
something nice right here, man.

Come on. Show me
some fire, baby.

Show me that fire.
Show me that fire.

(laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

Right there. Right here.
Come on. Come on, Angel.

You gonna let us
take you out like that? Come on.

(laughter)

Show me something
nice, brah.

Ooh! That almost

got me right there, man.

Like that one, huh?

Aw, he took a big sip
for this one.

Show me some fire, baby.

Grand finale. Show me something
right here, Luis.

(groaning, laughter)

Oh, man on fire!

Man on fire!

Burning Angel.

Burning Angel.

And we got a new winner.

And new dragon. Luis

el Conquistador Morales!
Let me see you

blow it up for me, baby.

Show me something nice
right here.

(whooping)

Oh, what the hell was that?

Yo, yo.
Oh, man.

Oh, what the...?

That dude just jump
off the bridge?

That's nasty.

(groaning)

What the hell?

♪ NCIS: LA 5x24 ♪
Deep Trouble
Original Air Date on May 13, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

(blender whirring)

DEEKS:
It's almost ready!

(blender whirring)

It's alive!

It's alive!

Oh, gentlemen,
gentlemen, gentlemen.

Oh. Sam Dog, want some
of this latest creation?

Looks like someone drained it
out of a latrine. Pass. (laughs)

G-Bacon? Something
to clean out that seven pounds

of undigested red meat that's
putrefying in your intestines?

Long as I still have my teeth,
I prefer to chew my food.

Well, this is a lot easier
to digest.

Full day's nutrients.
Come on, no takers?

Looks predigeste
(laughs) All right.

Guess I'm the only person that
treats their body like a temple.

Yeah, Shirley Temple.

(laughs)
DEEKS: That's right. Laugh while you can,

gentlemen, 'cause humor
is the first casualty

of your impending
vascular dementia.

(laughing)

Morning, boys.
What's going on?

Your partner

has the body of Shirley Temple.

Tell me something I don't know.

Oh. You know what?

That just cost you a burst
of instant awesome.

Looks more like
a burst of instant...

No, don't say it. Please.

Don't say what?

Say what?

Just... drink your awesome.

Enjoy.

Sam has a little problem
with the, uh, "D" word.

Oh, yeah? What "D" word?

DEEKS:
Dentist?

Didgeridoo?
Dunkleosteus?

What is that?

It's a prehistoric fish.

Don't ask me why I know that.

Diarrhea.

No...! What did I just say?

(laughing)
I almost died

of dysentery in Angola... twice.

Oh.

Twice.
Ooh.

I'd rather be shot
than drink that.

Hmm, then just to clarify--

a clown with colitis
is like your worst nightmare?

Shut up, Deeks.

(laughing)
KENSI: Okay, too far.

Sometimes, I hate
being the only girl.

In fact, most days, I...

Eric, my friend.

Please tell me we have a case,
even if we don't.

Oh, uh, yeah.
Thank God.

It's like a high school
locker room down there.

You know what?
Never mind.

You wouldn't understand.
You're a boy.

No, actually,
I do understand.

I was a geek
in high school.

The locker room was
my Thunderdome.

Yeah? Maybe it's 'cause of that
Florence Henderson haircut.

Nell?!

What's the skinny, mini?

AKA Ms. Jones?

LAPD received a hotline tip

from someone who witnessed
an apparent suicide

off the Whittier Street
Bridge last night.

The body has been identified

as Lieutenant Commander Steven
Hill, an engineer officer

on the USS Darlington,
an Ohio-class nuclear sub.

Now, the Darlington has been
at sea for three weeks,

but Hill has been listed
as an unauthorized absence

for almost a month.

Family?

Wife and son.
His spouse

reported him
missing 28 days ago.

Any red flags? Gambling? Drugs?

NELL:
No.

Nothing on his file.

And, of course,
we can't question his unit

because they're already
underway.

Because of his top secret rating

and his intimate knowledge
of our boomers,

we've been tasked
with checking it out.

Okay. Crime scene, family?

DEEKS:
Uh, Sam was

a sailor. You should
probably take family.

Crime scene.

Gah!

(chuckles)

Diarrhea.

Stop it.
Ow.

I actually felt that.

How does he do that?

Ow!
Felt that?

Yeah, 'cause you actually
hit me.

Sorry, did I get you
in your dunklesaurus?

Um, okay, just for the record,
it's Dunkleosteus!

(garbled radio transmission)

That'll do it.

Yeah, but why here?

And where's his car?
It wasn't up there.

Could have been stolen
in this part of town.

Or he could have walked?

From where?
Yeah.

There's not much around here.

Bus?

Who takes a bus to a suicide?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

Golden Gate Bridge,
Niagara Falls.

Both iconic.
This is just sad.

Well, maybe our guy
lacked imagination.

Or he was so distraught,
he didn't care.

Enge on a boomer is tough.

Just spending months at a time
on a sub takes a special type.

All of whom
are extensively screened.

So, LAPD got an anonymous tip.

Why don't we have Eric check
the area for cell phone activity

around the time of the jump?

(phone ringing)

Speak of
the chicken-legged devil.

What do you got, Eric?

Prelim autopsy report
from the coroner's office.

They're saying Hill was dead
before he hit the pavement.

SAM: Hard to jump
when you're a corpse.

Ah, unless you're a zombie.

You got a
cause of death?

Cocaine overdose.

(phone chimes)

What do you got?

Coroner's report says that Hill
died of a cocaine overdose.

Well, that doesn't
fit the profile.

No, it doesn't.

Are you sure
I can't get you something?

No. Thank you
very much.

Have people been bringing food
over all morning. I...

I have no idea what I'm supposed
to do with all of it.

I know this is incredibly
difficult, Mrs. Hill,

but we need to gather as much
information as fast as possible.

Yeah.

I kept telling myself
Steven was coming back,

but I didn't expect it
to be like this.

You reported him missing a few
weeks ago? Is that correct?

28 days.

Yeah, he was right here,

working on
the playhouse.

He needed something
from the hardware store.

I was going to go with him,
but Adam had just fallen asleep.

Adam's your son?

He's seven.

I haven't told him yet.

He's used to his father
being away

for extended periods
of time, but...

you know, this time
he's not coming back.

Did your husband struggle
with anything?

Alcohol? Gambling? Drugs?

No, he was squared away,
as you say.

Steven wouldn't have put Adam
and me through this willingly.

Mrs. Hill, what do you think
happened to your husband?

I don't know,

and neither do his friends.

The coroner report says
your husband died

of a cocaine overdose.

No way. That's impossible.

Steven didn't use drugs ever.

He didn't smoke.
He barely drank beer.

Now, I don't know
what happened to my husband,

but I know he did not die
from a drug overdose.

You need to leave.

Now.

Thank you.
Of course.

(throat clearing)

Okay.

(high-pitched grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(inhales deeply through nose)

(exhales through mouth)

(footsteps approaching)

Owen?

You've been wearing
the same shoes for six months.

What's wrong?

What have you heard?

Nothing.

But I can surmise

that the White Ghost
has come back to haunt me.

Look, you knew
this day was coming.

What's the official word?

Administrative leave
pending a full investigation.

Effective...?

Immediately.

Of course. Of course.

I'm sorry.

Spare me your platitudes, Owen.

You may need them yourself.

Somebody in Washington

is stirring this up.

It's a witch hunt.
Yes.

And unfortunately, I'm the one
left holding the broom.

Lieutenant Commander
Hill's wife says

he never used any drugs.

But toxicology proves he died
of a cocaine overdose.

Preliminary autopsy report
shows signs

of repeated needle use.

IV cocaine injection
is hard-core.

How long was he dead
before he was thrown off?

An hour, maybe less.

If your buddy O.D.'s,
you take him

to the E.R.;
you don't toss him off a bridge.

Yeah, this was deliberate.
It's either an act of anger

or it was meant
to look like a suicide.

Or both.

The question remains,
to what end?

Wonder Twins find anything?

As a matter of fact, we did.

Cell activity in the vicinity
of the bridge

around the time
Hill's body was dumped.

Most of it's probably
automobile traffic,

but I've got
some that remain

in the area long enough to have
possibly witnessed something.

Do you have any names?

Yeah. But only one
with a record.

James Martinez.

He's affiliated
with the Mission Street Gang.

That's their territory.If as

hanging around that area,
it's a good chance

it was someone from their gang.
Do you have an address?

Yeah, I got six.
He's bounced around a lot.

It's quicker
to just ask his gang.

It's quicker, but it's a hell
of a lot more dangerous.

Thanks, Eric.

Where's your sense
of adventure?

I left it in my "sense of
self-preservation" pants.

They still fit you?

Sure do.

So, I went back
through Steven Hill's records,

all of which confirm
what his wife said.

On Wednesday, April 16,

he bought a circular saw blade
from a hardware store

at 3:48 p.m. six blocks away
from his house.

And after that?
Nothing.

His cell phone gets turned off,
his car disappears

and his credit cards
are never used again.

Traffic cams?

Nope.

So maybe he was abducted.

I mean, he's an engineer
aboard a nuclear submarine.

He's got top secret clearance,
he's got access

to tons of proprietary
and technological

information.
So, what, grab him,

shoot him full of drugs,
pick his brain,

and then... and then what?

Kill him with an overdose,
throw him over a bridge,

make it look like a suicide.

That's not bad.
I mean, it's not nice,

but it's pretty damn clever.

Okay, so who grabbed him?

North Korea?

Pakistan?

GRANGER:
What did you expect?

Did you think this was gonna
go away quietly?

No.

(sighs)
Neither am I.

Tell them that.

Wait a minute. I-I have nothing
to do with this.

Well, maybe that's the problem.

Because if you are
not watching

my back, then you might as well
be stabbing it.

I hate it when Mom
and Dad fight.

Ms. Jones.

I need a flight to Washington.

I'm on it.

Hetty.

Is everything okay?

No, everything is not okay,

Agent Blye.

But would you
please return

to work?

You ever in a gang?
(scoffs)

All the years that we've been
working together,

have I ever mentioned
me being in a gang?

I don't know. Maybe you were
too embarrassed to admit it.

Do I look like someone
who would be in a gang?

Well, you know...

Well, what about you?

Mr. Crew Cut, bullet
scars, only goes

by "G."
You're, like, one

swastika tattoo
and a pair of Doc Martens away

from looking
like all the white supremacists

we ever busted.
I got better teeth.

You know it.
Guilty.

Here we go.

A little garden party
going on here.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Black tank top is Salazar,

their leader.

You guys lost?

Eh, we're just looking
for a friend.

I don't think
you have any friends here.

Yeah, you're
probably right.

CALLEN: Just want to ask
one of your boys

about something
he might have seen.

Nice car.

Yeah, it is.
Don't touch it.

I'm serious.

There's only one way
this goes well for you, Salazar.

How's that?
You tell us

where James Martinez is
and we're gone.

What makes you think I know him?

You wouldn't be much of a leader
if you didn't.

I don't know you,
and I know a lot of cops.

We're federal agents.
You wouldn't want to know us.

(chuckles)

CALLEN:
A body was dumped

off the Whittier Street Bridge
the other night.

Martinez might have seen
something.

Well, I can call LAPD,

have 'em send over their
urban assault team and just...

go house to house
and look for him.

Where's Martinez working today?

Fruit stand on Mateo.

Wasn't that easy?

(starts engine)
One love, baby.

SAM:
You know he's gonna run.

CALLEN:
No, he might not.

Trust me, he's gonna run.
You know how I can tell?

'Cause it's 85 degrees out
and we're both wearing jeans?

Exactly.
Mm-hmm.

Well, you could just hit him
with your car.

Nah.

I just got it detailed.

Yo, yo!

Yo, what you looking for?

Looking for you, James.

You run,
we chase you.

We chase you, we catch you.

And when we catch you,

we're gonna tell Salazar
you're our informant.

What'd you see
the other night

under the Whittier
Street Bridge?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I got to get to school.
Uh-huh.

He's funny.

And there he goes.

He must be late for class.

Really?

Yeah, I'll follow him
in the car.

(tires screeching)

Let's go.

(tires screech)

You almost had him.

I'm driving the rest
of this week.

Not if you don't catch him,
you don't.

Yeah.

(tires screech)

I'll keep the AC on.

Funny.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Down on the ground.

(grunts)

That's for making me run.

Hetty, do you have
a minute?

Is it urgent?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

Well, then it's not.

And if it's not,
I don't have a minute.

Does this, uh...
does this have anything to do

with what happened
in Afghanistan?

Agent Blye, I have work to do,

and I'm sure you must, too.

(sighs)

She shut me down again.

Wish she'd teach me
how to do that. (sighs)

KENSI: I'm telling you,
this has something to do

with Afghanistan.
You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

If it wasn't, she
would've said so.

(chuckles)
Survey says... heroin.

What are you taking at school,
pharmacology?

That's not mine.
Yeah?

Not anymore it isn't.

Hey.
Hey, what?

You said this wasn't yours.

It's still
somebody's personal property.

Was.

Now it's evidence.

I don't have
to talk to you guys.

I got the right
to remain silent.

Yeah, you also have
the right to remain stupid.

(chuckles) Or you can be smart.
You can tell us

what you saw under
the Whittier Street Bridge.

I don't even know where that is.

No?
(laughter on phone)

Man on fire! Man on fire!

Burning Angel!

Burning Angel!
Huh.

These must be buddies of yours
from your Mensa group.

Luis el Conquistador Morales.

Show me something, baby.

Let me see. Ooh!

(thud)
(laughs) What the hell was that?

No eyes on the bridge,
but you can hear a car.

Every engine has its
own acoustic signature.

That would be great if we had
an engine to compare it to,

but we don't.
True.

But I narrowed down the size
and type of engine,

and, by searching traffic cams,

I found three matches
in the vicinity at that time,

one of which is registered
to Michael Wilson.

CALLEN:
Guy's served tim

and he's a white supremacist.

Card-carrying member
of the Herrenvolk Brotherhood.

Currently on parole.

You may get a chance
to sport that Nazi tattoo

before the day's over yet.

Wonderful.
Send us his address.

Have his P.O. meet us
over there. Otherwise, I, uh...

I want their blessing
to check in on him.

ERIC:
Got it.

KENSI: Hey, have
either of you

spoken to Hetty today?
No. Why?

Because I think something's up.

It's Hetty. Something's
always up with her.

She's being called back
to Washington,

and Kensi thinks
it's about Afghanistan

and the whole White Ghost thing.

Okay, can you guys just talk to
her whenever you get a chance?

We will. It's gonna
have to wait, though.

You wanted to speak
with me, Hetty?

Look at this.

Lipstick gun.
(chuckles)

(chuckles)

They were all the rage
in the '50s.

Cool.

Must have that.
(chuckles) Mmm.

So is everything okay?

I doubt it.

Fallout from
the White Ghost incident.

Should I be worried?

Has that ever helped?

Careful, yes.

Vigilant, definitely.

Leave the worry to your enemy.

I will check in
with you every day.

However, should I fail to do so,

follow the enclosed directions

as soon as possible.

Understood?

What? No.

Yes.

I mean, yes, of course, but...

What's going on?

I wish I knew.

It could just be
the new administration

flexing their muscles.

Right, and if it's not?

You have your instructions.

Okay.

All right. Big hug.

CALLEN:
Set.

KENSI:
No answer.

Try again.

It's locked.
I'm gonna pick it.

(loud gunfire)
Geez!

(grunts)
You okay?

Yeah. I think so.

Some serious firepower.

You think?

Federal agents.
Throw down your weapons.

(glass shatters)
Grenade.

Son of a bitch.
CALLEN: Kensi, Deeks,

fall back, get ready
for them to come out firing.

Eric, we need backup.

On its way.
A hand grenade?

You told 'em
to throw down their weapons.

DEEKS:
Guys, nobody's coming.

We got nothing, nobody coming.

KENSI:
Is that Wilson?

It's hard to say.
Guy's in pretty bad shape.

Is he gonna make it?
Eh, it's doubtful.

Found a couple other
bodies inside,

including a woman that
was shackled to a bed.

She may have been executed
before we got there.

There was a single gunshot
wound to her face.

This?

CALLEN:
Looks like her I.D.

Found it in what might
have been her purse.

Sent a photo
to Eric.

Hopefully he'll get
a match at the DMV.

What's shaking, partner?

Hey.

Hey.
Hi.

Hi, hi.

All right, there... Hi.

Did you guys make this mess?
Yeah, we did. DEA Agent

Talia del Campo, you
remember Agent Callen,

Agent Hanna.
How you doing?

Good.
Good to see you again.

You, too.

And this is, uh,
Special Agent Kensi Blye.

Hey.
Ah.

You actually do exist.

I thought you were
an imaginary friend.

Imaginary friend?

You were on another assignment
the last time we hooked up.

DEEKS: Partnered up. She...
We were teamed up.

Partnered up.
They teamed us up

'cause there was an explosion
at a fish market.

Right. Yeah.

What's your connection
to Michael Wilson?

The DEA's been

following
the Herrenvolk Brotherhood.

They move half the meth
on the West Coast.

What about coke?

Not traditionally,
but they've been forming

some new alliances. Why?

Something else we're
working on. Nothing big.

(laughs) Right.

You guys hate to share.

Something wrong?

Oh, no. Sorry.

Uh... you're
just not what I pictured.

KENSI:
Oh, yeah?

What did you... picture?

TALIA:
I don't know. Uh,

I guess the name threw me.

When I heard "Kensi,"
I guess I just expected

Barbie's Malibu cousin.

Thought I'd
be seeing

a blonde California girl.
(chuckles): Oh.

Not even close.

I can see that now.

Okay, then. We're gonna
run down this lead.

We'll, uh... we'll let
you know what we find.

Yeah. You three should... talk.

See if you could find something
to help on this.

You sure you don't want me
to come with you?

SAM: We're good.

You think it's safe to leave
Deeks alone with those two?

(sighs): Oh... hell
of a lot safer

than being here when
the claws come out.

DEEKS:
All right, uh,

why don't you follow us
to the boatshed.

Good. I'll grab my car.

Sure. See you there.

See you.

She's pretty.

Who? Talia?
No, Queen Elizabeth.

Heh. Regal, maybe.
I always thought

her sister, Princess Margaret,
was the hot one. Ow!

Don't be an idiot.
You're the one

that brought up the Windsor sisters.
You can't tell me

you don't think she's attractive.
You know what?

I honestly never even noticed.

Aah! God!
All right...

Okay, I've not noticed
that she's not...

not attractive.

She's beautiful.
You're beautiful.

(exhales)

(groans)

I don't know why
you punched me then.

What is that for?
For good luck.

That's not... that's not good luck.
Why don't you just

get in the car and drive.
Rabbit feet,

four-leaf clovers--
those are good luck.

Your abusive nature, there's
nothing good-lucky about that.

Anything yet?

ERIC: Yeah. Got a hit.
Jennifer Anderson.

She a missing person?
No.

Single?

Uh, married.

Huand Charles
Anderson, no kids.

Guy owns a yacht-building
company in Marina del Rey.

Successful?

Barely.

Then that rules out
a kidnap for ransom.

Unless the kidnappers
didn't know he was struggling.

Or he hired them himself.

She have
a life insurance policy?

If she did, it might take me
a while to find it.

All right.
Let us know when you do.

Yeah.

Last time I was here,
you had to carry me

to the bathroom.
Remember that?

She had a stone fish
spine stuck in her leg.

Right.

Okay, I'm gonna go to the b...
Excuse me, I'm gonna go to the b...

Please. After you.

Oh, no. You go ahead. Please.

TALIA: I can wait.
No, no, guests first.

I insist.
DEEKS: Why don't I

just...
I'll run to the bathroom.

No. You...
Just go to the... Nope.

back away.

You know what? I suggest
you actually go after me.

You see, he refuses to put
the toilet seat back down.

And I can't tell you
how many times

I've had a wet butt thanks to him.
I don't think

that means what you think
that that means. (clears throat)

(clears throat)

What? Sitting on a toilet
without looking down?

I mean, that's just
plain reckless.

All right.

Aah!
That... is for not telling me

how beautiful she is.
(groans)

Ah, you should've seen the last one.
Uh-huh.

It all makes sense now.
I get it.

What makes sense now?

Your partner is smoking hot,
and you are very clearly

madly in love with her.

So...
No, no. No, no.

I mean, we're very
close, honestly,

but it's much more of a
brother-and-sister relationship.

Really?

So you're telling me
that the two of you never...

(clicks tongue twice)

That would be
against regulations.

That's not a no.

Mm.
Mm-hmm.

You know, I wouldn't have let
regulations stop me

if we were partners.

I'm sorry, just to clarify--
if you and I were partners,

or if you and...
Kensi were partners?

(whispers): Either/or.
Wow.

Gonna go ahead and save
that image in my head.

Why don't you tell me
why you guys burned down

Michael Wilson's house?

Because that's just how we roll.

What can you tell us about
the Herrenvolk Brotherhood

and these, uh,
these new alliances?

Well, there are 450 active gangs
in Los Angeles,

which translates
to about 45,000 gang members.

The irony of the present
system is, once you guys

bust them,
all of them end up

in the same...

place.
They're forced

to interact with each other;
the smarter ones then realize

that they have a lot more
to financially gain

by working together
than shooting each other

over a street corner.
(whispers): Exactly.

(chuckles)

Um... uh, so what about the...

(clears throat) the Herrenvolk, uh,
the Brotherhood?

They're aligning themselves
with someone, I suppose,

'cause the... they
got to do that.

I'll help you out.
We thought

they may have been working
with the Brenasolo Cartel,

but as of this afternoon,
any proof we may have had

went up in smoke.

Mm. That makes it...

(imitates explosion)
Mm-hmm.

...difficult.

Gentlemen, can I help you?

Charles Anderson?
Mm-hmm.

Special Agent Hanna.

Special Agent Callen.

NCIS.
We just want to ask you

a few questions about your wife.

What about her?

When was the last time
you spoke to her?

Yesterday.

Not today?
Not yet.

Well, she's in Europe
with a friend.

Do you have a number
where we could reach her?

(chuckles)
Not until she reaches her hotel.

She's on a train to Istanbul.

What is this about?

Her driver's license was found
at the scene of a shootout

and ensuing fire this morning.

A woman's body
was recovered.

Had her purse
been stolen recently?

Mr. Anderson?

Are you sure...

are you sure it was Jen?

We're waiting
for a positive I.D.

They swore they
wouldn't hurt her.

Who did?

They wanted me
to design

and build them a boat.

Who?
I don't know.

They never used any names.

Drug dealers.

They were supposed
to release her today

after their run.

What kind of boat
did you build for them?

A submersible.

A submarine?

GRANGER: The cartels have
been using narco subs

since the '90s.

Originally, they were primitive,
low-profile semisubmersibles

with just the exhaust
and a cockpit out of the water.

But lately,
they've been making them bigger

and more sophisticated.

ERIC: Anderson sent
the one he built in pieces

to be assembled in Colombia.

According to the specs,
it's capable of traveling

2,500 miles and diving
to a depth of 60 feet.

That makes it almost
impossible to spot.

TALIA:
We estimate that

at least a third
of Colombia's cocaine export

is coming in via sub.

But less than 15% of them

are actually caught.

So even if they spend
a few million dollars on one

and lose it,
it's still worth it.

Oh, absolutely.
The Colombians have found

subs being built
capable of hauling

200 tons of cocaine.

We're talking a street value

approaching
the billion dollar mark?

That's billion
with a capital "B."

Unfortunately, the only one

who would have known
where to find this sub

is now clinging to life
at the USC Burn Center.

If these guys are bringing in
several tons of coke,

there's only a few players that
can move that kind of weight.

Somebody's bound to talk.
We can help with that.

I can see what kind of
chatter my people have heard.

CALLEN:
Good.

Eric, go through Charles
Anderson's phone records.

These guys had to have
contacted him more than once.

Let me see what I can find.

Sam and I will head back
to the Wilson house.

Now that we know what we're
looking for, we may get lucky.

What's the status on Hetty?

She's being called back
to Washington.

Don't ask me why.
I wouldn't tell you if I knew.

I feel like we've had
this conversation before.

Those who ignore the past
are destined to repeat it.

What does that have to do
with Hetty?

Ask her.

We're asking you.

You got to be
very careful, fellas.

Your fairy godmother isn't going
to be around to protect you,

so I suggest
you get back to work.

We'll talk later.

You can count on that.

(sighs)

NELL:
Callen? Sam?

Where have you been?

I was checking out the two cars
you found at Wilson's.

So, one is his,
but the other

is being leased by Santa Monica
College student Ali Hanna.

Uh, no relation,
I'm guessing?

Any chance
he's a white supremacist?

I don't think so.

Anyway, he's here
on a student visa from Cyprus.

Could be one of the bodies
we found inside.

Maybe they jacked him
for his car.

That may be.

I looked into the GPS.

Lots of bars and strip clubs.

But what's interesting is
this address in San Pedro.

It's a wet dock rental
for ship repair.

But Anderson's sub
was assembled in South America.

And they usually sink 'em after
they unload the cargo offshore.

Might be worth looking into.

We'll check it out.

Okay.
Good job, Nell.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

We got eyes
on this place, Eric?

No. Sorry.

(men shouting and grunting)

(rapid gunfire on TV)

Who's winning?

Federal agents. Put your
hands on your head.

Anybody else here?

Go to hell.
Don't say anything.

I blame the video games.

(handcuffs click)

You're not going to believe
what we're looking at.

This is going on
my Christmas card.

Eric, we found the sub.

Have Kensi and Deeks
meet us here.

Got it.
Alert the harbormaster,

the Coast Guard
and the Navy.

Copy that.

You think anyone's on board?
After you.

You know damn well
I'm not going on that thing.

I'll stay here.

Thought you were wearing

your sense-of-adventure
pants today, huh?

Yeah. I don't have a problem
with adventure.

I'm just not a big fan
of confined spaces.

Huh.

Let me help you with those.

Just the carry-on.

The briefcase stays with me.

(trunk closes)

♪ ♪

(door creaking)

(gunfire)

G!

(gunshots)

(gasps)

(gunshots)

Hey.

G?

All good.

It's all clear
back here.

I think we're
a little late.

Looks like the drugs
have been loaded out.

Fertilizer?
Yeah, somebody else

has other plans for this thing.

This whole thing's
a giant torpedo.

Eric, we're going to need
the bomb squad, as well.

(staticky):
Eric... we're gonna...

Callen, come again?

You're breaking up!

I said... need the... quad.

Agent Callen?

(staticky):
Agent... Hanna...?

I said we're gonna need
the bomb squad!

GRANGER (staticky):
Agent Hanna...?

NELL (staticky):
You're breaking up.

Better go up topside.
No.

If anybody's going topside,
it's me.

(footfalls on ladder)

MAN:
Ahmed?

Ahmed?!

They must be on the boat.

Federal agents!
Throw down your weapons!

(bullets ricocheting)

Ali?

We have to leave before
anyone else shows up.

Cast off.

What about Ahmed?

He's dead. Help Ali.

Go. Hurry.

Eric, do you copy?

Eric, do you copy?

Kensi and Deeks are on the way.

(whirring)

That's not good.

Harbormaster,

Coast Guard and Navy have

all been alerted to this
vessel and its location.

You cannot escape.

Neither can you.

(Sam grunting)

Sam? Callen?
Can you hear me?

Agent Blye, what the hell
is going on?

(tires squealing)

Guys, we're here.

Go.

Callen, Sam,
do you hear me?

Callen, Sam,
do you hear me?

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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