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We've got a male, 30s,

victim of MVC.

Multiple fractures,
rigid abdomen

pulmonary contusions.

Got two liters of saline
running wide open

for a BP of 60 over 40.

ETA ten minutes.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?!

Holy crap!

Oh, my God.

♪ NCIS: LA 4x07 ♪
Skin Deep
Original air date on November 20, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Whose turn is it to pick
the food truck today?

Deeks.

He said he found something
really different.

Why doesn't he just
pick the shrimp curry?

Everyone likes
the shrimp curry.

I think he was going
for a culinary home run.

Why do I get the feeling
he's going to have

a major league strikeout?

You know, you really
should think about

expanding your palate, Sam.

I just got a thing
for the shrimp curry.

Think positive.

Maybe he has something
that'll blow you away.

You said Deeks was
picking, right?

He back yet?

Any minute now.

And it should be interesting.

Deeks loves food.

He also love Donny and Marie.

What'd you get?

Comin' at ya-- hoo-ha.

Little bit of that.

Heads up.

It'll change your
life, right here.

This looks like a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich.

That's what I'm talking about.

Did you experience
a head injury, Deeks?

Uh, not that I'm aware of.

But I do sleepwalk.

Hundreds of food trucks
in Los Angeles

and the best you can do

is a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich?

Seriously?
Okay, hold on a second.

This is not your
run-of-the mill PB&J

All right, people?

This, right here,

is organic hazelnut butter

with a mango-chutney marmalade.

That's what this is.

Uh-huh.

What are you look...
what are you looking at?

Yesterday's lunch
in the kitchen.

Pepperoni pizza.

There's only two slices.

Wait, no. Hold on.

Uh, guys.
Hold on a second.

You've got to
give this a shot,

because this...is a game...

Wow, that is...

that's terrible.

The victim was

Civilian Naval Technology
Scientist Kevin Stone.

He was already
in critical condition

because of a
random auto accident

when the ambulance
was attacked.

So, somebody wanted
him extra dead.

Yeah. Why the knife?

Could suggest
something personal.

Yeah, the gun's
more efficient

but it doesn't have the
same psychological effect

the killer wants.

So, revenge,
crime of passion?

Maybe.

This looks like it was
shot on a smartphone.

Exact-a-mondo.

It was uploaded
to a private

file-sharing Web site
this morning.

After the crime report
came in from the LAPD,

we picked some curious
chatter about a "sick" video.

Uh, it seemed a little
too similar, so we hacked in.

And what do we
know about Stone?

He was working on surveillance
and security projects

for the past six years.

He is single, lives alone,

uh, no disciplinary or
criminal record.

Anything on the killer?

You're looking at it.

This is the only
footage we have.

Lot of questions.

In the top three would be
why post it?

Who shot it?

Who's the killer and
why did he do it?

That's four.

Questions, because
yours was a two...

Doesn't matter.

And all of them very good.

It's just that we're
in the answer business.

So, Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna,

I've informed
Stone's supervisor

that you'll be paying him
a visit at the Naval Lab.

Mr.Deeks, Ms. Blye,
Rose will have

a preliminary forensics report
by the time you arrive.

On it.
Done.

And now, the dynamic duo.

Survey says?

Uh, tracing the
Web poster's I.D.

Good answer.

Stone was one of our
best and brightest.

Dedicated, good attitude.

Any unusual
behavior lately?

Anything that would
be described

as out of the ordinary?

Not that I saw.

He had been working
hard lately.

I think he was looking
forward to London.

London?

Yeah, a technical
conference

he was going to
attend this week.

What was Stone working on?

Mostly reconnaissance and
surveillance projects.

Anything particularly sensitive?

No, standard methods
of gathering intel.

He was developing tools to
streamline the process.

All low-level stuff.

Sounds vague.

Truth is, 99% of our work
is actually pretty mundane.

Mmm. Yummy.

Ugh.

1.5 kilograms.

I love liver.

Always have, ever since
I was a little kid.

Can't really explain it,

but liver and onions,

liver and bacon,

fried
chicken livers...

Dude, just stop.

You hate liver?

I hate liver.

Not unlike the vast
majority of Americans,

who don't have an appreciation

for the smooth
and silky texture

of a slightly
gamey organ meat

usually cooked medium rare
and served with a side of...

All right, I'm going
to be sick, Deeks.

I'm going to be sick.

Have you heard from Nate?

He's in Europe.

But he says he's well.

Aside from his
particular dislike

of braised tripe.

Okay, can we dispense with
the food talk, Deeks?

Does he have any
new... friends?

Um, well he's been undercover
so we don't really know much

about his personal life.
Sorry.

But I am sure that he is
thinking of you fondly.

And we will
give him your regards.

Of course.

So, the stab wound

was the cause
of death?

In combination with the injuries
he suffered in the accident.

But there was something curious
about the stab wound.

There was already
scarring in the region.

Like he'd already been
stabbed there before?

It's too clean for that.

This looks like it was from
some kind of minor surge.

There's interior scarring as
well, and a gap in the tissue.

Like something
was inside of him.

Implanted inside of him?

Yeah, very possibly.

And the killer
carved it out.

Thanks, Kens.

The killer took something
out of Stone's body.

What do you mean,
out of his body?

Something small that was
put in surgically.

How about you tell us what Stone
was really working on, huh?

It was the latest prototype

of a highly advanced
intelligence device.

A major breakthrough
in surveillance

and intelligence gathering.

Go on.

If it gets into the
hands of our enemies,

it not only could be
a serious problem

for U.S. security
interests,

but it'll set our program
back at least five years.

Well, I guess that's the
one percent that not mundane.

The technology is
called I-SWEEP.

Intelligent Small World
Enemy Encroachment Proxy.

It's about the size
of an aspirin.

With some of the motors as
small as a grain of sand.

There's a micro-solar
cell on top.

It supplies the power.

Several vibrating legs
allow for movement,

including one that
acts as a sensor.

Relays information
for surveillance

and intelligence
gathering.

We're looking
at the future.

Today, it's automatic
checkout counters

replacing cashiers.

10 years from now,

robots'll be
doing our jobs.

Maybe they'll program the robots
to pick a decent food truck.

This may look like
science fiction,

but make no mistake--

the military's been developing
this technology for years.

It's a game-changer.

Well, right now,
it could be a game-changer

for the highest bidder.

Indeed, Mr. Callen.

If one of our enemies was
to acquire this device,

it's doubtful they'd be
able to manufacture it.

They could develop technology
to render it ineffective.

The device had been in a secure
vault in the tech lab

for several weeks, while they
developed testing procedures.

And Stone was one of
several scientists

working on the project,

any of whom could have
had access to the vault.

And if it went missing,

Stone knew all of them would
have been searched.

But they probably weren't
going to be looking

under his skin.

LAPD delivered the
contents of Stone's car.

It included a suitcase
and a plane ticket.

He was on his way
to the airport

when he got into
the accident.

He was supposed to be going
to London for a conference.

Only he was stopping
in Istanbul first.

Turkey.

Right next
door to Iran.

Have we I.D.'d the
smartphone shooter?

Uh, yeah.
Lance Eddings,

26-- dropped out of
high school at 16.

Mostly does
odd jobs to get by.

Uh, social services
records indicate

he was abandoned by his
family at age three.

He spent the remainder
of his childhood

in various
foster homes.

He is currently living
in a low-income apartment

in Hollywood.

We'll check out
Stone's apartment.

Kensi, Deeks, see if
you can find Lance.

Or his smartphone.
Okay.

Eric, we need FISA
warrants all around.

Got it.

Never ceases to amaze me, G.

A man dedicates himself to
developing technology

to keep his country safe,
only to sell it out.

Why?

Day trading, for one.

Stocks, currencies, futures.

Looks like he has accounts with
several online brokerage firms.

Was he doing that bad?

Well, bad enough he doubled down
on some pretty risky securities.

He was probably
desperate.

Vicodin and Keflex.

A painkiller and an antibiotic.

Two medications you'd
take after a surgery.

Prescribed two weeks ago.

Which is about the time Rose
said the incisions were made.

Who's the doctor?

Dr. Adam Keller.

Westside Beautification
Center.

I think it's time to remove
those frown lines, Sam.

Thank you.

You, uh, look like
you got something

on your mind.

Listen, Kensi,
we're partners--

you can ask me anything.

Donny and Marie? Really?
Sam. Damn it!

So he says.
All right, listen, here's the deal.

We were in line,
waiting for coffee,

and I was bored,

so I just absentmindedly
started humming,

and I was feeling...
A little bit country.

And a little bit
rock and roll.

Is that so wrong?

Does that make me
a bad person?

Not at all.
Just a little bit creepy.

Oh, good, then that doesn't change
anything between us.

106.

Our videographer's
apartment.

NCIS. Open up.

Ready?

Federal agents!

Clear!

Clear.

Lance is a surfer.

Wow, your powers of
observation are astounding.

No robot is ever
gonna replace you, Kens.

"To my little bro. Sonny."

That's Sonny Amador.

Who's Sonny Amador?

Are you kidding me?
He's, like, a surfing legend.

Well, look at these.

He's a conspiracy theorist.

"The truth the government
doesn't want you to know."

Looks like wiping out

wasn't the only thing
Lance was worried about.

So where did he go?

Where every surfer goes

when he wants to escape
his problems.

He took his board.

How's your beach body?

That's a
nice shot, Jerry.

You're up, Bill.

Still waiting
on Davis, yeah?

The starter confirmed what the
doctor's receptionist told us.

He has a standing foursome
every Thursday on his day off.

Only, today, he never showed.

Yeah, no one saw him in
the clubhouse, either.

Although one of the regulars
thought they saw him pull up earlier.

What do you think?

Damn it! Fore!
He lifted his head.

Maybe the most ridiculous
game ever invented.

It's a metaphor
for life, Sam.

Nothing to react to
but your own actions.

Doesn't look like fun.

It's just you, the ball,
the course and your thoughts.

No one to throw the ball to,
no one to catch it...

You just stare down your fears.

Didn't take you
for a golfer, G.

Never played a day in my life.

Too scary.

So, what does
the good doctor drive?

Eric said it was a
charcoal gray Prius.

Got to love L.A.

You got a plate?

I do.

2-Quebec-Romeo-India...

4-4-5.

Got it.

What do we got?

Looks like a hole in one.

So, here's an amazing
coincidence... not.

Semih Demir--
a high-ranking officer

in the Turkish
Diplomatic Service.

Homeland flagged him

coming in from Istanbul
this morning.

Mr. Demir is suspected of being

more than a little chummy

with a certain network
of Iranian intelligence agents,

feeding them U.S. intel

which he culls
from his diplomatic connections.

And one of those Iranian agents

specializes
in surveillance technology.

The Turkish government

is well aware of
the accusations,

but Mr. Demir is
highly respected.

There's no hard evidence,
so their hands are tied.

And now he's here,
the day after a plan

to smuggle a classified device
out of the country falls apart.

You guys on him?

He hasn't checked in to
a hotel, hasn't rented a car,

at least not in
his own name.

We're monitoring facial rec,

credit card hits
and traffic cams.

And how's our progress
with tracking down

our videographer, Lance Eddings?

According to neighbors
at his apartment,

he spends most his weekends
with Sonny Amador and his boys.

Did you look
into Sonny, Eric?

Yep.
Who's Sonny Amador?

Dude, Sonny Amador,
former world-class surfer.

He's a two-time champ of the
U.S. Open at Huntington Beach.

He was the real deal, man.

We're talking one of the kings
of pipeline on the North Shore,

dominated Todos Santos
in the mid-'90s,

and was always in the top ten
of the world tour

until a knee injury
sidelined him in 2002.

And that's when
he started collecting records

of a different kind.

Yeah, uh, several arrests

for low-level weed dealing
and petty theft,

and one for fraud.

Yeah, he and his crew
counterfeit-labeled

cheap surfboards and tried
to pass them off, um,

claiming his brand
endorsed them.

Not exactly Point
Break, are they?

No.

Nonetheless, it would seem

Mr. Eddings should be found
in their company.

He's our best chance

to find this missing
surveillance technology.

Given his paranoid profile,

I think he's gonna be more
than a little skittish.

Perhaps it's time

for you to break out
your Sex Wax, Mr. Deeks.

All right.

Ew.

Relax, Ms. Blye.

It's just surfboard wax.

Oh.

Maybe you better
brush up on your lingo

if you're going to back him up.
Yeah.

Hang loose, bro.

Good luck with that.

Ah.

("Secret Agent Man"
intro playing)

♪ There's a man
who leads a life of danger ♪

♪ To everyone he meets,
he stays a stranger ♪

♪ Well, every move he makes

♪ Another chance he takes

♪ Odds are he won't live
to see tomorrow ♪

♪ Secret Agent Man

♪ Secret Agent Man

♪ They've given you a number

♪ And taken away your name

♪ Beware of pretty faces
that you find ♪

♪ A pretty face
can hide an evil mind... ♪

Dude, you cut me off!
Sorry, bro!

♪ Oh, be careful what you say

♪ You'll give yourself away

♪ Odds are you won't live
to see tomorrow ♪

♪ Secret Agent Man

♪ Secret Agent Man...

You dropped in on me!

What the hell are
you doing here!

You're on my beach!

Locals only, bro!

Just hold on!

Just hold on for two seconds!

Quit...!

Sonny, hold on a second, man!

I came here to meet you!
You're the reason I started

surfing in the first place--
just hear me out.

All right? Huntington, 1999.
You were in the finals,

and you were losing, right,
and there was

only a minute left on the clock,

and this set
came out of nowhere.

You remember this, huh?

And you paddled out...
to the horizon, you turned,

and you dropped into
this huge barrel.

You put, like, three
fingers in the wall

and you were so deep
inside that tube

that no one thought
you were ever coming out.

And when you did,
you we going so fast...

I shot the pier.
...you shot the pier.

Straight tens from the judges.

Listen, man, I just came here
to interview you.

Interview for what?

I do a surfer's blog.

Bro, I just...
I just wanted to highlight you

for this week, that's it.

Beers on this dude!

That's fine.

I'll buy beers.
All right, brah.

And that was Oahu?

North Shore.

Judges cheated me
out of a trophy.

Said my heat was over.

That sucks.

Bartender.
Hey.

Could I have...

Hi. Mind if I, uh,
buy you a drink?

She likes me;
just wait for it.

I'm thinking that

you're kind of a
Mojito type, yeah?

Bartender, what's your
most expensive drink?

Uh, that would be
the Partida Elegante Anejo.

That's 50 bucks
a shot.

Huh. Actually, I'm the Par...
Partida Elegante

Anejo type?

Yeah.
Is that your type?

Yeah.
Yeah?

Let's make it a
double, shall we?

Ooh.
Yes, sir.

As I

"Daily Double""

Well done, Mr. Deeks.

But let's not blow

the whole case budget
in the first hour, shall we?

I'd hate to have to
move the decimal point

on your next paycheck.

Yeah, those mani-pedis
don't come cheap.

Forensics report

just came in
on Dr. Keller.

Anything
of particular interest?

Maybe.

There were traces of
aluminum silicate on the car seat--

that's the same substance
that was in the ambulance

when Stone was killed.

Right.
Aluminum silicate,

when mixed with water,
creates clay.

For sculpting?
Or pottery.

I just got a hit
on Demir's credit card.

Ali Baba-- it's a Turkish
restaurant in Hollywood.

Got it.

The most competitive food truck
scene in the country--

that's the best
he can come up with?

Food trucks are supposed
to be about food, G.

Yeah, especially if
they all serve shrimp curry.

Never said it had
to be shrimp curry.

Chicken's okay, too.

It's so nice
to see you all again.

What you like?

Please excuse me.

What can I do for you?

You seen this man recently?

Doesn't look familiar.

He used his credit card here
an hour ago.

Name's Semih Demir.

We have many customers.

Their private lives
are their own business.

So you're saying he was here.

We'd like to take a look
in your back room.

Do you have a warrant?

I don't think we have a warrant.
Do we have a warrant?

No warrant.
You know what we do have, Sam?

We have the phone number
for the department

that gives out
food truck licenses.

Like the stupid Nut Truck.
Exactly.

A kebab truck would
make much more sense.

Four or five of them.

Parked outside this restaurant
during the dinner hours.

Semih is a friend
of my family in Istanbul.

He needed a car,
so I loaned him mine.

Where was he going?

I have no idea.

Now, please,
leave my restaurant.

Do you have any
questions about the menu?

Nice guy.

The inside of
the barrel dropped out,

and I was shooting

like a rocket toward the reef.

Didn't even have time
to get my hands up. Bam!

Head first.
Ouch.

You! I know you
from somewhere, bro.

Where do I know you from?

Harvard Business School?

No, you kook.

I arrested that guy
couple years back.

Uh-oh.

Lance just walked in;
keep smiling.

So, uh,

I'll handle
the drunk guy,

and you go chat it up
with Lance,

preferably outside, got it?

I'm gonna need
a reason to leave you for him,

so I'm gonna
start an argument.

No, I got a better idea.

Aah!
Ouch.

Yo, man, I remember
where I know you from.

You're that dude--

Where do you think
you're going, sweet thing?

Out!

♪

Going...

going...

Gone.

Bugger.

♪

Lance got away
in an orange VW van,

VEGN GRL.

Victor, Echo, Golf,
November, Golf, Romeo,

Lima.

All right, registered
to a Freedom Weinberg.

Hm. Think she might've changed
her first name?

I thought the best way
to piss off your parents

was to moo every time
they said your name.

Not that I have any real
experience with that.

I just think...
Uh, do we have an address,

Mr. Beale?

Yeah. She lives
in our own little

Haight-Ashbury-by-the-Sea--
Topanga Canyon.

We should probably skedaddle

before they realize

the guy they're fighting over

has already skedaddled.
Let's go.

Hey! What about
the interview?

Ah, I'm gonna have
to catch you later, bro,

'cause right now I'm gonna go
ride a little wild surf.

I hope you choke
on your liver.

♪ I see the sunrise
in her eyes ♪

♪ Like the diamond
in my sky... ♪

Look for the orange van.

There.

Was it really necessary?

I mean, was it
really necessary?

Are you talking about my clever

but crude excuse for getting us
out of there together,

or my clever but,
uh, very successful

placement of my hand on your...?
Both.

See, I was undercover,

so, actually, it was part
of my character.

Really? My character was
about to start an argument,

which I happen to be very good at.
Yeah, that's-that's very true.

Hey, man.

Do I know you?

Okay, how many people

have you actually
arrested around here?

Now I know.

You look just like that guy
from Scooby-Doo, man!

Evidently, not enough.

No, don't do it.

You enjoyed it, though,
a little, right?

What, my hand on your...
Yeah.

No.

No, what?

No, I didn't enjoy it.

Why? What was wrong with it?

Nothing. It was fine.

It was, uh, firm.

It was good.

All right, I enjoyed it.

A little.

That is so disappointing.

Pass it over here.

It's open.

It's crazy good.

Hey, it's from Mendocino.

Who are you?

Federal agents.

Hey.

Don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me!

Relax.

Come on, bro.

Whoa... dude!

Bad karma, Shaggy.

Yeah?

You're next, Patchouli.

You're next.

Let's go.

You can't get in my head.

I'm blocking you out.

We're not trying to get
inside your head, Lance.

Oh, you guys have ways;
I've read about it.

Listen, man,
we just need your help.

What kind of help?

We know you recorded
something terrible.

And we also know
that you posted that video

on a file-sharing site before
you deleted it off your phone.

Now, that guy
in the video,

he's still out there.

And he's gonna
hurt somebody else.

Is that what you want?

No.
All right.

Then help us.

Kid's a mess.

You might be, too, with
what he's been through.

I don't want anyone else
to get hurt.

We know you don't.

And we're not here
to hurt you, either.

You're not in trouble, Lance.

Okay.

Okay.

Is there anything
you can tell us

about the man in the ambulance?

What he looked like, what kind
of car he was driving...

Yes.
Yes, what?

I know what he looks like.

I followed him home.

I know where he lives.

I don't see him,
but this is the place.

- Nothing yet.
- How long we gonna wait?

If they're here, he'll be here.

That's him.

The guy with the bandana.
Bandana.

Run!

On your knees.

Hands
behind your head.

Juan Martinez.

He has a record.

Mostly dealing-- small amounts
of meth is the worst of it.

So the Iranians reach out
to a cartel

and give the job to some
low-level street hustler?

That doesn't
make any sense.

Well, cartels use guys
like this on some jobs, sure.

Not for something on this level.

I'm going to have to join
the doubt parade here.

I just checked
Martinez's Facebook page.

He was at a quinceanera
when the murder took place.

He was tagged
in a dozen photos.

Lance.

He's playing us.

The supposed killer
you led us to

is a street dealer
with an alibi.

Who are you protecting?

Okay, the man
with the knife

has classified
military technology,

technology he's going to sell
to enemies of this country.

You're making that up.
Why would we do that?

Because you're part of it.
What, the great

government conspiracy?
Authority has

always attracted the lowest
element in the human race.

They will submit
to any indignity,

perform any vile act,
do anything to achieve power.

Every government is...
Is "a parliament of whores."

P.J. O'Rourke.
I love him.

But it's fiction.

And fiction reveals truths
that reality obscures.

Ralph Waldo Emerson--
and he also said that

"truth is beautiful,
without a doubt,

but so are lies."

You saw a helpless man
get stabbed to death.

Don't you think that's wrong?

Don't you?

You have 20 minutes.

After that,
you're gonna go to prison

for obstruction of justice.

You know, maybe
he'll get lucky.

Maybe they'll put him in Lompoc.

Oh.
You know what's great about Lompoc?

You get a little
glimpse of the surf

when you're sitting
in the prison yard.

I want to talk to Sonny.

Why?
Because I do.

He's in over his head,
and he knows it.

If he doesn't come clean soon,
that microbotic device

is gonna be
on its way to Iran.

Guys...

LAPD reported finding
Sonny Amador's body

off a fire road

in Malibu Canyon,
just a few hours ago.

Shot to death.

That's a hell of a coincidence.

Sonny must have a
connection to this.

Well, he's certainly got
a connection to Lance.

Eric...

send this photo
to my phone.

Think this'll break him?

Sonny was Lance's
emotional safety net.

He was like
an older brother to him.

Now with Sonny gone,
Lance has no one.

It might just shut
him down completely.

The man in the ambulance,
the one you're protecting,

we think he did
this to Sonny.

How many foster placements
did you have, Lance?

Nine.

I had 37.

For me, the good ones
were the hardest.

You start to feel
a little bit at home...

make a friend...

Sleep through the night.
Yeah.

Yeah, that was great, wasn't it?

And then something would happen.

And they'd ship you off.

Usually not to someone so nice.

Only, this time,
you don't let anyone in...

'cause it's too risky.

But here's the thing, Lance...

we're not
in foster homes anymore.

Sometimes we have to
remind oures...

we're not that helpless
little kid anymore, either.

We need to find
the son of a bitch

that did this to Sonny.

I called Sonny,

told him what I saw
in the ambulance,

that I got video of it.

He told me to send it
to him, so I did.

Sonny thought
we could get some money.

He told me to follow the guy.

I left a note on his car

telling him to check out
the Web site.

We posted just enough video

to show him we could
screw him if we wanted.

Sonny went to Malibu.

to trade the footage
for a payoff.

I led you to the wrong guy
so we could pull it off.

Sonny said we could get,
like, 50 grand.

He said that
he'd take me to Hawaii.

We'd live it up.

Surf pipeline every day.

I downloaded Lance's video
from Sonny's cell phone.

The killer is...

Clint Sears, 45.

Convictions for fraud,
and a Homeland file

connecting him
to Al Qaeda-friendly players.

And I've got
credit card records here

that show Sears
and our Naval scientist, Stone,

frequenting the same restaurant

half a dozen times
over the past month.

Sears must be the middleman

between Stone
and the buyer Demir.

And he was probably
following him to the airport

to make sure he got on
the plane when Stone got

into the car accident.

So, to save the deal,
he ambushes the ambulance

and cuts the device out of him.

Is this his current address?

It is.
And his computer is on.

Remote-accessing it now.

Hm. Doesn't seem to be
any current activity.

He could just be away
from his computer.

He could, but I
don't think so.

Uh, the last Web site
that he visited

was a traffic check,
two hours ago.

Where to?
Calabasas.

Oh.

I also got a hit
on Demir's car.

He was headed north
on PCH 30 minutes ago.

That's the quickest way
from this side of the hill.

That's lot of ground to cover
and not a lot of time,

if Sears
is already there.

There's not a lot of
traffic cams in the hills, so...

chances are slim that
we'll get another hit.

Got something else.

Looks like Sears
has entered

several amateur
ceramic competitions.

The aluminum silicate.

Says here he's a member of

Agave Ceramic Studio
in Calabasas.

Got it-- Agave Studio,
Palmwood Drive.

That would be familiar
territory for Mr. Sears.

He'd know the layout
should things go wrong.

Demir's halfway to Malibu.

LAPD can't detain him
'cause of his diplomatic status.

Well, that's not the only way
to slow him down.

Eric, we're approaching
Agave Studios.

Copy that.

What about Demir?

Oh, he's not going
anywhere for a long time.

♪

♪

Federal agents!

Sears, put your hands
in the air!

Got it.

♪

I don't see your wet suit.

No surfing for you?
No.

Uh-huh.

♪

I just want some curry shrimp.
Mm-hmm.

Hetty.

Mr. Callen, I thought
you'd like to know that

the microbotic device is safely
back at the Naval Tech Lab,

and Mr. Demir is on a plane
back to Turkey.

The CIA will be keeping
a close eye on him.

That's good to know.

How about Lance?

Ah, young Mr. Eddings?

He was picked up by that woman
with the-the curious name.

Freedom.

Indeed.

Right after he was released.

They seemed very happy
to be reunited.

It's funny, isn't it,
how people...

find their way in life.

Anyway, I think,
uh, Mr. Eddings will be fine.

Me, too.

How's the surfing lesson going?

Yow!

Swimmingly.

Where's the shrimp curry?
He said he sold the last one

to the bad surfer
who looked like the

dude from Scooby-Doo.

♪

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