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This better be good, G.

You don't have coffee?

Do you want coffee?

No. I'm going back to bed soon.
What's going on?

I found these in that cabinet.

- What's that mean? What cabinet?
What are you talking about?
- You remember

a while back,
I asked you what Hetty kept

in that locked cabinet
in the archive room

where the old files are?

No.

You made the comment
that they were lined with lead

and you couldn't see in
with your X-ray vision?

Nope. But that's funny.

Tell me you didn't
break into that cabinet.

Well, technically,
I didn't break anything.

Well, that's one way
to end your career.

I shut off the
security cameras.

Oh, this just keeps
getting better.
Look.

You need to take a look at this.

So I can end my career with you?
That's a hard pass.

You just made me
an accessory

by showing me this stuff.
Just put it back. We'll pretend

- it was all a bad dream,
all right?
- Hold on.

Not until you look at this.

I'm not going
anywhere near that stuff.

Seriously, you should try
sleeping at night.

You know, after 48 hours,

you start hallucinating.
After 96,

- you're talking
sleep deprivation psychosis.
- Okay,

well, I'm not hallucinating,
and I'm not psychotic.

These are files
on foster children

going back decades, some
as young as the age of six.

So?

So, you don't find that strange?

Stranger than you waking me up
in the middle of the night

to inform me that you

violated God knows how many rules,

not to mention codes of conduct?

Subject 17.

Male. Caucasian.

Date of birth, August 8, 1976.

That's my birthday.

These kids were put through
all sorts of cognitive tests.

We call that school.

This wasn't school.

They were
psychologically profiling

and screening these kids.

For what?

I don't know exactly.

But it reads
like a junior version

of the same sort
of selection process

they put me through at the CIA.

Oh.

There you are, Hetty.

Agent Blye.

You going somewhere?

Well,
a short business trip.

What kind of a
short business trip

requires a suitcase
full of secret weapons?

Sorry. I don't want

to interrupt your packing
or anything, which...

clearly, I've already done.

Uh...

Can I ask you for something

- kind of personal?
- Always.

Okay.

Uh, as you may or may not know,

Deeks and I have been trying
to get pregnant.

Like, really trying.

I mean,
we've been to fertility doctors

and alternative medicine,
and, hell, we've even resorted

to a Magic 8 Ball.

Um... It's just

come to that time where
now we're considering adoption,

and I-- we.
We were wondering

if we could use you
as a person of reference.

Oh. Um, no.

Oh.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm, um,

I'm honored.

Truly, I am.

But I'm not, uh,
the right person for that.

What do you mean?
I mean, you're...

You're one
of the most respected people

in the intelligence community.

Yes, which is vastly different
from the parenting community.

Besides, a reference

from the director or SECNAV

would be
vastly more impressive,

and I think

I could make that happen
for you.

That... Wow.

That would be
great. Thank you.

I'll let you get back
to your packing. I...

Thank you again.

You never read anything so slow
in your life.

You know how sometimes
it's really hard for you to tell

you're starting to annoy me?

This is one of those times.

Remember the Russian dolphin case?

As opposed to all
our other dolphin cases? I mean,

- that Norwegian dolphin case
was a doozy.
- I sent you

and Rountree to the Marine
Institute. Do you know why?

- You have an unnatural aversion
to sea life?
- It was because

of something
Kilbride said to me.

"Stay away
from the sea urchins."

I'm being serious.

You're being weird.

He said that I had
a biased opinion towards Hetty

because she hired you,

but she created me.

He said

"created."

You don't think
that's an odd choice of words?

You've known her
since you were a teenager.

He was probably referencing

- her influence
on your life choices.
- Well,

according to this file,
I may have known her

since I was, like, eight.

You remember her as a kid?

No.

Then this is probably not you.

It's a bunch of
underprivileged kids

who were given an opportunity

to live life
to their full potential.

Please.
Nobody helps the underprivileged

unless they have
an ulterior motive.

G, look.

I know conspiracy theories

have replaced common sense

with a large portion
of the population,

- but you're smarter
than that.
- This is not...

Let me finish.

You've had
a rough couple of years.

More than anyone could
or should have to handle.

Your father. Your sister.
Your nephew.

Joelle. Anna.

Not to mention
the COVID year we just had.

You need to get away
from all of this.

You need to go someplace quiet.
You need to unplug

and detox from all of it.

Trust me.

You made me do the same thing
after Michelle was killed.

Now it's your turn.

Deep down, you know I'm right.

Probably. But...

I mean, come on.

You got to admit
this is sketchy.

I don't know what "this" is.

It's probably best
we both don't.

Yeah, because you're
not Subject 17.

Look, fine. I...

Maybe I am obsessed, okay?

Maybe I'm messed-up.
But my whole life,

I have been searching
to figure out who I am.

- And just when I thought I knew,
this comes up.
- Mm.

Remember Pandora's box?

Want my advice?

Walk away from this.

Go on with your
life as it is now.

It's good. Enjoy that.

Because if you go
down this rabbit hole, G,

you might not like
what you find.

You might even get lost.

You know the CIA's motto?

"The Work of a Nation.
Center for Intelligence."

- That's the official motto.
- Yeah.

The unofficial motto.

John 8:32.

"Ye shall know the truth,

and the truth
shall set you free."

That's all I've ever wanted,
Sam.

We all deserve
to know the truth.

What are you
guys doing here?

- Working on something.
- Oh.

- Everything's still off.
- What are you doing here?

I came to see if
there was a tripped breaker

or something. But we got a case.

What's the case?

A passerby
shot this cell phone video

of two women
having an altercation outside

of a Trader Joe's
in Marina del Rey.

This is what happens when they
run out of Mandarin chicken.

No, I'm serious.
I had a woman hit me

with a bottle of
Two Buck Chuck once

'cause I reached
for the last bag.

When did soccer moms
get so vicious?

Why are we watching this,
Fatima?

Wait for it.

Oh.

That's that Russian SVR agent.

Zasha Gagarin.

Looks like Russia
recalled your asset.

I wouldn't say

she's that lucky.

And that's the woman

who was kidnapped
with the bomb vest.

Joelle Taylor.

Kensi and Deeks
are on their way to the scene.

They won't find anything.

Joelle would have seen to that.
Only thing

she can't control is
an eyewitness with a cell phone.

That's pretty brave,
trying to pull this off

- in broad daylight.
- She's desperate.

For what?

Revenge.

You will never believe

what just came
across my desk.

Well, if it was
a large cockroach

with only one antenna,

his name is Sheldon,

and he's become
sort of an office mascot.

Oh.

I put him through my shredder
last week.

Well, nobody told me
he had a name.

No, these were

travel orders.

You think you're
going back?

- Well, I think I have to.
- Well,

I think somebody has to,

but I'm not so sure
it should be you.

You made a bloody mess of things

- over there the last time.
- Hmm.

Now, I will sign the order,

but if you make it worse,
you will be sacrificed

for the sake of diplomacy,
and if you do

something really stupid
and find yourself

in a cage again,

you will be disavowed.

Well, that's-that's really...

terribly encouraging.

We don't really expect
to find anything

- here, do we?
- Well, if we find
Zasha's car,

we know where Zasha's been.

And Joelle
must have been watching her,

so that means we find out
where Joelle's been, as well.

So if we find where
Joelle's been, then...

Then we have enough clues to
figure out where she is now

- and where she took Zasha.
- They grow up so fast.

It's a fantastic theory,
Sherlie-locks,

except for the fact that Joelle
is a high-level operator,

which means she's probably
already had Zasha's car towed

as her own, right?
Stashed or ditched someplace.

Along with the van
that she was driving.

And even if we find
said vehicles,

both of them will be
wiped down or contaminated

to the point where they're
forensically useless.

Right. Sunshine
and gunpowder,

meet storm cloud
and quicksand.

Oh, I like that.
Quicksand's cool.

Quicksand is...? Right,
until it sucks you under.

What are you talking about?
That's the part

that makes it cool.
Otherwise, it's just a beach.

Oh, my gosh. Hey,
Fatima. What's up?

Wait for it. Wait for it.

- Really?
- Yep.

Okay. Thanks.

So, security cam
footage shows

that Zasha's car was towed.

Boom! Quicksand
for the win.

All right. Let's go, Sandy.

What's going on?
Why are you so sad?

You really didn't expect
to find anything here, did you?

No, that's not it at all.

Though that would have been
helpful. It's, uh...

My conversation with Hetty today

just really threw me off
when she refused

to be a person of reference
for us.

Well, hold on a second.
I don't think she refused that.

I think that she was just
offering up a better suggestion.

SECNAV?

- Yeah, that's not
gonna happen.
- It might not,

but the director could
and probably will.

I mean, I think Hetty's
just trying to be helpful.

No, I just don't think
that's what it was.

- She would do anything
for us, right?
- Right.

I think she genuinely believed

she'd be detrimental to
our adoption process.

Why? What is that about?

Well, she did go through

that awkward
adolescent cannibal phase.

Come on, sweetie.
I'm being serious.

What is more serious
than people eating other people?

- It's one
of the seven deadly sins.
- No. It is not.

- Cannibalism is not a deadly sin?
- Why do I bother?

What about when you-you turn
without using your turn signal?

Or you cut people off
on the freeway?

That's got to be
a deadly sin. Hey, Siri?

Tell me
the seven deadly sins.

- I can't with you.
- All seven of them!

You think Joelle
would hurt Zasha?

I think Joelle would do anything
to get to Katya.

She lost

her family and her leg
because of her.

Neither of which have
anything to do with Zasha.

Joelle knows that, but I think
she's probably hoping

she can force Zasha
to use her SVR connections

- to locate Katya.
- And if she can't?

Then again, Zasha may
know how to find her.

Katya's own country wants
her out of the picture

before she creates even more
problems for the Kremlin.

They must be
actively hunting her.

This could actually be
a good thing, though.

No one's gonna be upset

if Joelle takes out Katya.

No longer be a threat
for you and Anna.

You still with me
on this one?

Katya went to the same sort
of spy school as Anna.

Yeah, the royal princess place
that Arkady told us about.

The Institute of Noble Maidens.

He said they trained
those little girls since

they were children so that by
the time they were in their 20s,

they had almost ten years
of trade craft.

Yeah, nothing's changed.
They-they do the same thing

- with athletes, uh,
musicians, ballerinas.
- Yeah,

but he said that I should
know this more than anyone.

And I-I thought
he just meant

because Anna had told me
about her past,

but he meant because of Hetty.

He said Hetty did the same thing
with her orphans.

You heard him say that, right?

Right?

I just thought he was,
you know, being Arkady.

Plus, you told him
Hetty never trained you.

She just helped you out
when you were a teenager, right?

I don't know. I...

Reading these files triggered
something I'd forgotten

from when I was really young.

Tests I had taken. I...

They told me I had dyslexia,

and I had to do
these remedial exercises.

But the more I think about it...

...the more I remember.

Okay, thanks.

So,

no luck on the towing
company, which is weird.

It could have been bogus.

I mean, Joelle would have
provided it herself.

She'd still need
somebody to operate it.

Somebody she could trust.

I'm gonna have Fatima run down
any past known accomplices.

Where's Hetty?

Uh, last time I saw her,
she was in the armory

- packing.
- Packing?

Yeah, said she had

a business trip. If you ask me,
it was more of a "dark"

bus...

Everything okay?

With me? Yes.

Him, I don't know.

Why? What's going on?

If I had to take a guess,

Hetty hasn't told him everything
she knows about his past,

and some of it could be
a little disturbing.

What, are you planning a coup
I should know about?

Variety is the spice of life,

- Agent Callen.
- Uh-huh. Where's Hetty?

No idea.

You know what these are?

Who am I, Carnac
the Magnificent?

They're files
on kids that were given

a bunch of tests
that sound a hell of a lot

like intelligence
screening programs.

Nobody likes a dumb kid.

You once told me that, uh,
Hetty had created me.

Is this
what you were talking about?

- Where did you get those?
- That's not important.

Many would beg to differ.

Did Hetty run a program

that recruited children
as future operatives?

Now, that definitely sounds
like a question for your mentor.

Answer the question.

Did you hit your head
or something?

You don't give
orders, Agent Callen.

You follow them. And
if you speak to me

in that imperative again,

it will be the last thing
you utter in this building

and, quite possibly,
on this planet!

Where's Hetty going?

Afraid you'll have
to ask her that, too.

Because you don't know
or you won't tell me?

Because it's classified.

- Uh-huh.
- Now, if she wants

to inform you, that's up to her.

My guess is she won't
for any number of reasons,

none of them very good.

But you do know
where she's going.

Probably a very dark
hole in a foreign prison

unless some despot
decides to keep her as a pet.

Your, uh, ex,
Joelle Taylor,

might just find herself in
the same kind of trouble.

Why is that?

Well, there is that business
of assaulting and kidnapping

a foreign national
in broad daylight.

The Russians are already
raging about that.

So, in addition to
her former agency,

she also has the
Russians hunting for her

as well as any freelancers

that they might be
employing over here.

She better hope that our people
get to her first.

- They won't.
- And you know this because?

I know Joelle.

There's no way
she would grab Zasha

in broad daylight
unless she had an airtight plan.

She probably wanted
to be seen doing it.

Why?

I think it's Joelle's way

of telling Katya
that she's coming for her.

So, then,
Zasha is in no real danger?

Mm. I didn't say that.

If Joelle thinks
that Zasha has information

that could help her
locate Katya,

she will do whatever it takes
to get it out of her.

Is there some Women-Who-Kill
dating site out there

that I don't know about,

or do you just have the world's
worst luck with the ladies?

All right. If we can't find
her, then what's our plan?

We're gonna make her come to us.

And how are we gonna do that?

Can you post something
on someone else's

- social media account?
- By "post,"

you mean hack
into their social media account

and make it look
like they posted it?

- Exactly.
- Technically,
yeah, I think so.

Legally and ethically...

I need to get a message
to Joelle.

Her family thinks
she's dead, but I know

she keeps track of them
on social media.

Hell, for all I
know, she's probably

- already hacked
into their accounts herself.
- Mm.

What do you want to say?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You're gonna stay
with me here.

You go to sleep,
I promise you won't wake up.

I don't know where Katya is.

Last we heard, she
was back in Russia.

If I knew where she was,

we would have grabbed her
by now.

Yeah, I'm not buying that.

I need Zasha
brought to the boatshed.

You have one hour, or I'm going
to speak with your family.

Aah.

Huh.

I can only imagine what kind
of evidence you're destroying.

Here.

You might want to
add this to it.

It's okay. I made a copy.

Do you care to explain?

Do you?

Am I Subject 17?

Oh, you shouldn't
have done this.

I shouldn't have done this?

You shouldn't
have done any of this.

Am I

Subject 17?

Tell me the truth.

The truth is...

- The truth is a fickle thing.
- Answer

the question, Hetty.

Ask me no questions,

- and I'll tell you no lies.
- Stop it.

Just stop it. Answer me.

I don't answer to you,
Mr. Callen.

Am I Subject 17? Yes or no?

This conversation is over.
The one

about how you got
that file...

Am I Subject 17?!

Do not use that tone with me.

Am I Subject 17?!

Yes!

Yes.

Sorry to interrupt.

Joelle got your message.
She's headed

to the boatshed.

I'll be there in a second.

This is far from over.

Hmm. Cut that close.

Where's the rest of
your misfit friends?

It's just us.

- Where's Zasha?
- She's safe.

I told you... I don't give a damn
what you told me.

I don't work for you.

Well, you don't work
for anybody at the moment.

That's right.

You know what they say.
This time, it's personal.

And that's
when you make mistakes.

You let the emotions in,

and you're done.

What do you want?

I want you to let Zasha go

- before this whole thing
gets out of hand.
- Gets out of hand?

One of her colleagues
tried to kill me,

and it cost me my leg.

None of which had anything to do
with Zasha.

You don't know that.

Not with any certainty.

Yes, I do.

Look, nobody wants Katya
more than I do.

Don't be so arrogant.

She disabled the GPS.

Nice.

I suppose my car has a
tracker or two now, as well?

Tell us where Zasha is.

Stay out of this.
This isn't your fight.

You made it our fight

when you grabbed Zasha Gagarin.

And why is that?
What is she to you?

She works for us.

Oh, she's
your little Russian informant.

How precious.

You are such a hypocrite.

You don't give a damn
about her. You just want

her intel. You know, at least
I'm honest about my intentions.

She's been in limbo.

Possibly because
her people found out.

They've been watching her.
They probably saw you grab her.

Hell, they probably
followed you here.

Yeah, nobody tailed me.

You only have one play here.

Make it fast.

Or what?

We arrest you.

You have no jurisdiction
over me.

We're federal agents.

You kidnapped and assaulted
a foreign national.

Keep it up, we'll hand you over
to the Russians.

You arrest me,
and you'll never find her.

She'll be dead from dehydration
within a week.

You tell us

where Zasha is right now,

or I will bring proof
to your family

that you're still alive.

And all the love
they have for you

will turn into white-hot hatred
for the rest of their lives.

Or maybe they'll understand

that it was the only way
I could protect them.

That's a big maybe.

Give me an hour to get her.

Not a chance we're letting you
out of our sight.

Okay, fine. Then you drive.

Don't do something
else you'll regret.

Can still see
your son grow up.

You're not gonna be able
to do that from prison.

Yeah, grow up without me.

That was your decision.

- Was it?
- All right, look,

we can help you get Katya.

Okay? But we have to work
together, and you've got

to let Zasha go before
this thing can't be undone.

Guys, you've got company.

How many?

Six.

Six. You weren't tailed?

You had a whole parade
following you. Nicely done.

All right,
they're surrounding the place.

Kensi and Deeks
are about ten minutes out.

All right, you two
get over there.

I'll ready a REACT team
and alert LAPD

to secure the perimeter.

Hopefully, these jokers

will stand down
once they realize

they're walking
into a hornet's nest

- of federal agents.
- Now, I have a better idea.

I don't recall
asking for suggestions.

Sam and I will take Joelle

to secure Zasha.

Assuming she hasn't been
already taken.

How are we gonna get out of here
if we're surrounded?

I hope that mascara's
waterproof.

Move. Move, move.

You got to be kidding me.

I'd rather face
the Russians

than get typhoid from...

You're welcome.

Hey.

We're out of the boathouse.
Redirect everyone to...

Where we going?
Where we going?!

2343 South Larson.

2343 South Larson.
Let LAPD round up the Russians.

They're not going anywhere
without an Uber.

Hey, hey! Not
in the Hellcat.

You're the one who pushed me
into the water.

That's because
you led those guys to us.

You know, I'm not even supposed
to get my prosthetic wet.

If I have to get this thing
repaired or replaced,

I'm sending NCIS the bill.

The hell you are. You're paying
for this car to get detailed.

Oh, dream on.

Either of those cars yours?

No.

Wonderful.

Tell the others
to go on earwigs.

- Somebody beat us here.
- Are you guys gonna
give me a weapon?

No. You're gonna stay here,
outside the car.

You need
all the help you can get.

The day I need your help
is the day I quit.

- Then I guess you should have
quit a couple years ago.
- Enough.

Backup's coming.

Too late. Her people got her.

Federal agents!

Let the woman go!

I don't think they care.

Can I have a gun now?

- No!
- No!

We got to take out
their cars. Cover me.

They went back in the building.

At least four armed men,
possibly more inside.

They're using Zasha
as a human shield.

Yeah, where'd they
find these guys,

- Craigslist?
- I'll go around the side

in case they try
and sneak out the back.

I'm just supposed
to wait here?

You're welcome to leave.

You know, you can be a real ass.

You're still
welcome to leave.

Federal agent!
Throw down your weapon!

G, you good?

I just drove him back inside.

I don't think
it's gonna last, though.

Just give me a gun.
Let me get in there.

This is my mess. Let me fix it.

We are fixing it. This is
what fixing it looks like.

- Where's everybody else?
Who's close?
Four minutes out,

- guys. Sit tight.
We're even closer.

- Almost there.
- I'll send Rountree in as
soon as they get here.

- Copy that.
- Hey! Hey! Hey, hey!

What? What's happened?

Joelle just ran inside.

Son of a bitch.

I should have drowned her
when I had the chance.

We got a plan?

Well, I tried waiting them out,
but I got a feeling they're not

gonna be in there
any longer than they have to.

You weren't going to this party
without me, were you?

Wouldn't dream of it. With
Joelle going in there,

we may be up to
two hostages.

If I was them,
I'd try to split up

and escape
in different directions.

Divide our resources.

The building schematics have
just been sent to your phones.

I shouldn't need to remind you,
but I probably do.

These are foreign operatives

ostensibly rescuing
one of their own

from a rogue CIA officer.

They were using Zasha
as a human shield.

You have body cam footage
of this,

- Agent Callen? I didn't think so.
- We can s...

Now, this is already

an international incident.

You start racking up bodies,
it's just gonna get worse.

At the moment,
this is a CIA problem.

I do not need

NCIS dragged into it, as well.

News flash, Admiral.
We're already in it.

Nonlethal,

ladies and gentlemen.

Is he kidding?

No, Agent Blye.

I am dead serious,
no pun intended.

Now, this shouldn't be a problem
for your team

if you're all as good

as you seem to think you are.

Can I get an amen?

- Copy that, sir.
They may be willing to free

Zasha and leave Joelle if
we offer them safe passage,

but I'm not betting on anything.

Deeks and I will take
the high ground.

Rountree will stay
and cover this side.

Okay, Kensi and I will breach
and make them an offer.

Fatima will cover
our entry.

I like this plan.
It just feels like a winner.

We're federal agents!

There's no way

you're getting out of here
unless we let you!

We can do that
if you send Zasha out!

You can leave without her!

Zasha, do you hear us?

Joelle?

Joelle, go back to the car

before you make things worse!

All right, this is
the real deal, gentlemen.

But it's a limited time offer!

Leave while you still can!

You try anything stupid,

you're going
to prison instead.

I hope these guys speak English.

Callen, you see anything?

I can't see anything
through this glass.

What are the chances
of us getting satellite images

- of their heat signatures?
- About the same
as my getting a permanent.

Maybe I should just send in

a couple of robots with jetpacks
to do this for you.

Hell, in Vietnam,
we were lucky if they

gave us maps,
and we were in the jungle,

not Boyle Heights.

Yeah. Maybe that's why we
did so well over there.

Stow that crap, Hanna,
or your next assignment

will be in Djibouti.

That's the type of Djibouti
call you don't want to get.

Our boys

are in a tight 360
using the women as cover.

We don't have a shot.

Okay, well, this is like
looking through egg drop soup.

- We can't see a thing.
I say

we hit them all at once.

Try and catch them
in the confusion.

Shock and awe
is my specialty.

God, I wish.

Let me know
when everyone's in position.

I'm good.

Fatima?

I'll just be one second.

God, the kids are so cute
at this age, are they not?

Agent Namazi?

Almost there.

We got to go now.

Move!

Go.

Federal agents! Stay down!

- Don't you move!
- Hands behind your head.

Interlock your fingers.

- Now.
Yo,

- you good?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Fine.

What in God's green heaven
is going on there?

All good. No casualties.

Did you blow something up?

Just a little broken glass.

Looks like you're gonna
need more than a detail.

What the hell was that?

Callen said shock and awe.
That was shock.

Looks like you got the awe.

Except for you,
it was more like, "Aw."

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Joelle, stop!

Stop!

I got her.

Oh! Oh, wow.

- Ooh.
That looks like

it hurts more than getting shot.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

This thing is way faster
than I thought it would be.

I mean, it's a monster.

That was hilarious.
Oh, it was hilarious?

Wreck my car,
it's hilarious?

- It's hilarious.
- Sorry, Sam.

I'll show you hilarious.

It's not funny.

I mean, it's a little hilar...

Not funny. Mm-mm.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

So, now what?
You arresting me?

What you did today
was unacceptable.

- What they did to me
was unacceptable.
- And what you did

to Zasha was...?

Look, we have a mutual interest
in finding Katya.

But if you

cross the line again,

I will put you away for good.

- Callen?

Would you really have told
my family I was still alive?

What do you think?

I think
if you ever go near my family

with that intention,

I'll kill you.

It's good to see you again,
too, Joelle.

My tummy is growling
like Winnie-the-Pooh.

I want paneer. You want to stop

at Frankie's
on the way home?

I'm still thinking
about my conversation

- with Hetty today.
- And?

Wow. You want to
talk about it?

Adoption is amazing.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know?

And the idea of...

giving a child a safe home
and a loving family

is such a privilege.

And I'd probably want
to do that regardless.

But?

I just really wanted us
to have a baby together.

Yeah, me, too.

Little genetic
ninja assassins.

But...

then I think about all the
things that had to happen

to get us where
we are right now.

Right? I think about
your mom and her life.

I think about
your dad and his.

I think about Mama Deeks.

I think about my
despicable father

and their parents and
their parents before them,

and I realize, like,
all these things

brought us to where we are
right now in the process,

and so maybe all we have to do
is just trust the universe.

Right?

What if the universe
doesn't want us to have a baby?

Well, then forget
everything I said,

and the universe
can bite me.

We'll just do what
rich people do,

- and we'll just
steal our babies.
- You can't say that.

We'll just travel
all over the globe

and get a bunch of
different babies,

all different ethnicities.

And Angelina Jolie
will be jealous

'cause we have a whole soccer
team. It's gonna be great.

We live in a two-bedroom
house. It's gonna be fine.

Oh, you always know
what to say

to cheer me up.

Well, that may be
my superpower.
Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Making you laugh,
that may be my gift.

Okay, well, what's the
refund policy on that gift?

Oh, that's
store credit only.
Ugh.

No cashing out
at this point, baby girl.

Lucky, lucky me.

Afraid you missed her.

She's gone.

Where is she?
Or is that classified?

It is,

but she's probably gonna
get herself killed, anyway,

so what the hell?

Syria.

Trying to clean up a mess

of her own doing.

To be honest, I didn't think
she'd make it back

the first time, so who knows.

She's harder to kill

than that cockroach
everyone seems to love.

What is she doing over there?

I just told you, she is

cleaning up... Specifically.

Well, that is classified.

Let's just say
that her great white whale hunt

went south,

and now some others
are paying for it.

Why aren't we helping her?

Because you don't throw good
money after bad, Agent Callen.

Hopefully, she'll be able
to pull another rabbit

out of her hat.
She does have a knack for it,

I'll give her that.

And if she doesn't?

I guess I owe you a thank you.

It's not mandatory, but it is
considered a polite gesture.

If there was any doubt before,

I'm definitely burned now.

Yeah.

But you're free.

To be hunted
for the rest of my life.

- I don't even have
a country anymore.
- Well,

these days, that might
actually be a good thing.

You do me one more favor,

and I will help you.

Another favor?

I have

nothing but the clothes
I'm wearing because of you.

Do you have a better option?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to keep
an eye on someone.

Tell me what they're doing.

You want me

to go to Syria?

You'll be safer there
than you are here.

Who's this? Your mother?

Please. You know who that is
as well as I do.

Maybe better.

Yeah, we know who she is.

What's she doing in Syria?

That is what you're
gonna find out.

Sydney Violet Richards.

My initials are SVR?

Is this your idea of humor?

I thought it could be
our little inside joke.

Hilarious.
Hmm.

This passport expires
in eight months.

Yeah, that sucks.

But this should not take
more than a few weeks.

You do this,

I will get you legit,
government-issued papers.

And you can even pick
your own name.

The subject shows

an exceptional memory.

Given the proper opportunity
and education,

there's no telling
what he could achieve.