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We both know you killed Boyle.

I didn't.

Then who did?

Isn't it your department's job

to find the killer?

We did.

And he's sitting
right across from me.

The whole Internal Affairs
investigation--

John Quinn didn't kill Boyle.
I did,

and I did it to protect Tiffany.

That's

my resignation.

It's signed and dated
90 days from now.

If we haven't found
the mole by then,

you won't even have to ask me
to leave.

Is this

Natalie Grant?
I met Natalie

at the Promenade.

Some dive bar.

Natalie!

Wait!

Natalie!

Natalie,

who do you work for?

Where did you
meet them?

Rae.

Lemon Grove Park.

She said her name was Heather.

Tried to pick Granger up
a couple months back at a bar.

Do you really want to wait
till morning?

What do you think?

LAPD!

Hands up!

Stand back. Move away.

I've got a pulse.

We need an R.A. unit
at this location.

Female victim,
blunt trauma to the head,

breathing
but unconscious.

♪ NCIS: LA 8x13 ♪
Hot Water
Original Air Date on January 15, 2017

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@elder_man

Left-handed?

Looks like you've shaken off
the rust, Tin Man.

Did you expect anything less?

- No expectations.
- Right.

I know Hetty sent you here
to check up on me.

Can't a guy come down here to work
on his shot without an agenda?

Well?

Well what?

What are you gonna tell her?

That you have become
a conspiracy theorist.

Have I?
Kens,

you know I want you back
in the field more than anyone.

Not more than me.

And you seem ready,

but...
But what?

It's not my decision.

But you can still tell her
that you think I'm ready.

And she will still wait
until she thinks you're ready.

And I am. I have been working
harder than ever.

I have been coming here
every single day.

I am ready.
I feel like myself again. I do.

Can't hurt
to put in a good word.

I'll tell you what will hurt.

Hmm.

When I smoke you again.

Might need another squirt
from the oil can first.

Ooh.

Look at us, huh, so in sync,

walking into work
the exact same moment.

I got a question for you--
give me your top five

tourist attractions
in L.A.

Go.

I don't do tourist
attractions.

All right,
let me rephrase that.

Give me the top five places
you would take out-of-towners.

Give-give me, give me
Sam Hanna's L.A.

I don't do listicles.

Why? They're so fun
and digestible.

Yeah, so are gummy vitamins.
Doesn't make 'em okay.

Mm, not even
the bear-shaped multivites?

'Cause those are awesome.

I mean, how else
do you get your daily

recommended dosage?
Direct from

the source.
So y-you're

telling me that you eat
the exact amount necessary

of fruits and vegetables
every single day?

This house wasn't built
on gummy bears.

Ow.

Yeah. I'm gonna go have
to have that inspected.

Uh, why are you doing
all this tourism anyway?

You, uh, moonlighting
as a travel writer now?

No, no. No, I was
just taking your advice,

you know, that Kensi and I
don't have to do the same thing

every single day,
so I was just trying to find

some new and exciting things
to do.

Oh, so you're trying to find
a place to propose.

Oh, no. No.

Yes.

Do it at the beach.

Ocean breezes.

Sunset.

Maximum romance.
See,

this is exactly what
I was thinking.

But this is
also what she's expecting,

which is why I can't do that.

Oh. So you're looking
for the unexpected.

See, that's what I'm talking
about. You and I, simpatico.

We are so not simpatico.

We are simpatico.

- We are not simpatico at all.
- Guys,

needed up in Ops A.S.A.P.

That's it?

No quips?

No soliloquies?

No nerd trivia?

No show tunes?

No flugelhorn?

Not today.

What do we got?

Last night
Granger went back to the bar

where he first met Heather.

Natalie's handler.
Granger's been

trying to get her since
Natalie I.D.'d her weeks ago.

He's gone back

a few times without us.

Apparently,
this time,

he made contact.

Granger was with Heather
last night?

And this morning.
Wow,

G-dog, mixing a little business
with pleasure, huh?

Not exactly.

Early this morning, LAPD

received a phone call
from an unknown source regarding

possible gunshots
at Heather's house.

When LAPD arrived,
they found Heather bound,

badly beaten, with a broken rib.

Where was Granger?
He was still there

when the cops arrived.

He was arrested on site.

There's no way that
Granger did this.

Not even if it meant getting us
closer to the mole.

You know that,
I know that, but...

- Has anyone spoken to him?
- Negative. LAPD

isn't giving us any information.

Honestly, we expected
more cooperation out of them,

given our relationship
to the suspect.

I'll go down there, see if
I can pull some strings.

Where is Heather
right now?

At the hospital.
Still unconscious.

Sam and I will head
to the crime scene,

see how far we can get.

And how much we can find out
about Heather,

who she works for.

Cool. Uh,
what should I do?

We'll call you as soon
as we find something.

Yeah. Um, where's Hetty?

God, if I had a dollar
for every time

I've been asked
that question,

I'd have $2,389.

Oh, uh, downstairs.

Thank you.

Impeccable timing.

What's going on?

Ms. Blye, you remember
Under Secretary Duggan.

How could I forget? To what
do we owe this pleasure?

The under secretary is here
to oversee...

my departure from NCIS.

Well, that's ridiculous.

You made the deal
with the secretary of defense.

You had 90 days
to find the mole,

and your 90 days have expired.

So you're just here
to see heads roll,

even if they're the wrong heads?

Ms. Blye.
Hmm?

I am a woman of my word.

Assistant Director Granger
will be in charge

until I find
a suitable,

permanent
replacement.

I need to brief him immediately.

Where is he?

Oh. Um...

I haven't seen him.

Hmm.

We know Granger wanted
to plant surveillance,

if he ever got this far.

The question is:

how far did he actually get
before Heather was able

to execute her
own game plan?

I don't like the feeling
of any of this, G.

Yeah,
makes two of us.

There's Evans.

Good place to start.

Detective Evans.

Before you even ask,
the answer's no.

We understand your position.

We don't want to make this
any more difficult for you.

I can't let you inside.

But...

maybe I didn't see you loitering
around the yard

for a few minutes.

Any signs of the victim
waking up?

Not yet.

Clock's ticking.

Have a seat.

- Have a nice day.
- Hi!

Remember me?
From, like, three minutes ago?

The, uh, officer that you
said was gonna be at his desk

was not actually
at his... desk.

My mistake.

I know you heard me
when I said this,

but I don't think
you were really listening.

I'm-I'm a cop.

As in I
am a cop.

As in I am one of you guys.

Would you like
a homecoming parade?

Nope. No, no. I don't... I don't
need a homecoming parade.

I just need to get
to Owen Granger,

please.
Were you listening when I said

that Assistant Director Granger
was being processed

and I don't
currently know where he is?

But you know how to find him.

And you know
how I know that? Again,

I'm a cop, and I
know how to use

one of these little
keyboards in the system.

Have a seat, Detective Deeks.

Oh, uh, congratulations.

The, uh, beautiful ring

you have on your hand.
You're obviously,

you're obviously married.

For eight years.

Well, it's never too late
to celebrate, right?

Just out of curiosity,

where, uh, where were you asked?

I bet it was someplace amazing,
right?

He do a hot air balloon?

Or, oh, like a vineyard?

Maybe on top of, like, a snowy
mountain peak in Mammoth?

That'd be beautiful.

I asked.

Oh. I guess it is 2017, right?

Although that would
make it 2009 or 2010,

which is very progressive.

He's a lucky man.

He's a she.

0 for 2 then.

Um, while you continue

to-to look for Granger,

for real, where-where,

where did you propose?

Make it 0 for 3.

Which means...

you're out.

Well, not to be pedantic,

but it's actually three strikes,

then you're out,
so in this case,

I would just have a really
terrible batting average.

Either way,

Granger's the least of your
worries, Detective Deeks.

Agree to disagree,
Detective Whiting.

We've got new evidence
in your cold case.

It might just be the
smoking gun I need.

Oh, no pun intended.

You really got nothing better
to do in Internal Affairs?

We're gonna, we're gonna do
this dance again?

We really are.

Wow.

And I'm so glad
you're here.

Saves me a trip
in L.A. traffic.

Cuff him.

Cuffs? You don't think
that's overkill?

Unless that's
some sort of fetish.

You know they got apps
for that now, right?

Oh, look. It's, uh,

Detective Deeks
with handcuffs on.

Swipe right.

Cuff him.

Whatever you need.

I want this person fired.

This person...

Wow.

I forget how good
you are at that.

So Deeks has
been texting me.

He goes, "Whiting.

New evidence. Arrested."

I think she has
him at the precinct.

Also, two members
of our team arrested

on the same day
for different crimes?

That is not a coincidence.

I know. It feels like an
offensive, doesn't it?

Yeah.

What else did Mr. Deeks say?

I mean, it's all cryptic.

I don't think he even
got to see Granger yet,

but he's also
stopped responding,

so I think he's in custody, too.

All this time hunting
for the mole,

and now it seems
as if the mole

is headed straight at us.

I'll tell Callen and Sam.

What do you want to do
about Duggan?

Oh, let's leave him in the dark
as long as possible.

Okay.

It's trash day.

Heather's bins
aren't out.

Most people put them out
the night before.

Unless you're like me and
you don't generate any trash.

Excuse me?

I have almost
no carbon footprint.

Coming this fall:

An Inconvenient Lie.

Well, joke all you want.

I'm just doing my part.

Yeah. I've seen
inside your fridge.

Those beer bottles
empty themselves?

Those are recyclable.
They don't count.

Zero.

Zero, huh?

Completely empty.

So either Heather's watching

her own carbon footprint, or
she's smart enough to hide it.

Or this isn't her real house.

I got Kens.

Yeah?

Roofies.

AKA a good way
to drug you into forgetting.

Yeah, well,
we got bigger problems.

Deeks just got arrested at LAPD.

For what?

Something about new evidence on
his cold case.

IA picked him up
when he was looking

for Granger.

DEA?

What the hell
are they doing here?

I'll see what's going on.

Agent Hanna.

Sanchez.

I hate to ask, but, uh,

you mind opening
your trunk for us?

You do know this is
a government vehicle, right?

Yeah, I know, but we'd
appreciate the courtesy.

Sure.

I'm afraid you're
gonna have to come with us,

so we can straighten this out.

Hold-hold on!
Look, Sam.

Something is wrong!
Sam...

You think I would come
to a crime scene

with a corpse and cocaine
in my car?

Huh?

Your weapon, please.

Are you kidding me?

Look, Sam, your weapon.

Cuff him.

Can you at least tell me
if Granger is still here?

I cannot.

Can you tell me
where Detective Deeks is?

I cannot.

Can you find somebody who can?

You know Deeks is a lawyer,
right?

He told me.

Repeatedly.

Of course he did.

All right,
I'm gonna level with you.

Deeks is my partner.

He's my fiancé, actually.

Well, not officially.

He proposed
while I was in a coma.

I was in a helicopter crash,
and that's why I was in a coma.

I couldn't walk
or anything like that.

And I'm actually lucky
to be alive.

The point is

I'm just waiting
for a real proposal,

so I can actually say yes.

That explains a lot.

Please, could I just have
five minutes with Deeks?

No.

Seriously?

Coma didn't pull
at a tiny heartstring?

Wow.

Detective Whiting?

Detective Whiting.

Hey, give me a minute.

Detective Whiting, hey!

Nobody is giving me
a shred of information.

Give me a damn minute.

I'm not at liberty to discuss

Deeks' case with you,
Agent Blye.

Really? 'Cause last I checked,
it was ice cold.

It warmed up.

Okay, so what is it?

What could you possibly have?

I'm not discussing this
with you.

Because you have nothing.

The case is reopened,
Agent Blye.

And my guess is

is that you have an awful lot at
stake in clearing Deeks' name

once and for all.

Somebody is trying to create a
problem where there isn't one.

Who is the source of this
new evidence you have?

You know what?
It occurs to me now

you probably know what
happened all those years ago.

Maybe more than you did
last year.

Perhaps now
is a good time

to subpoena you and find out.

Thank you for nothing.

Your timing couldn't be better.

I just baked
these cookies today.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Ramirez.

So have you had any other
visitors today?

Anyone asking questions
about the neighborhood?

Hmm. No. Not since last
week when little Marco

from two doors down
stopped by to apologize

for not picking up
after his dog.

L.A. problems, huh?

Oh, frankly,
I don't mind.

In this drought, my lawn can
use the extra fertilizer.

Uh, excuse me.
I just have to get this.

Oh. I'll get you some more milk.

Kens.

No luck getting
to Granger and Deeks.

No one is talking.

Where are you?

Leaving LAPD right now.

Stay on your toes.

Sam just got picked up
by the DEA at Heather's.

Hold on, what?!

What did they charge him with?

Somebody planted drugs
and a dead body in his trunk.

Callen, this is crazy.

They're coming after all of us,
and we need to stop them.

Where are you now?

I'm not gonna say.

Look, Sam found
evidence of pills

that Heather may have used
to drug Granger.

Now we know what Granger
was doing while

Heather was getting beaten.

Look, I got to keep moving.

Looks like they're
coming after me.

Who? DEA?

ATF.

We're all bring targeted
by different agencies.

Whoever's doing this
has a lot of pull.

Yeah, and a lot of connections.

Someone like Duggan.

He definitely has
the connections.

Morgan.

Yeah. What?

Damn it. They must be
tracking me through my phone.

He's across the street!

Kensi, stay off the phone.
Hang up now.

Let's go! Let's go!

How are your cookies, dear?

Dear?

All right, nowhere to run,
Agent Callen! Nowhere to run!

Easy, easy, easy.

Good boy.

All right,
let's cuff him, guys.

Let's go.

All right, hands behind your
back; you know the drill.

Hands behind your back.

Get him in line for escort...

Ms. Lange.

Why haven't we heard from
Assistant Director Granger yet?

Well, I'm not his keeper.

You don't find it unusual

that no one seems to know
where he is?

Oh, in this business,
nothing is unusual.

Wow.

You have had quite the career,
Henrietta.

You know,

despite all of this,

I've always admired you
a great deal.

I regret that this is how
it must come to an end.

Uh, no one is sorrier than I,
Under Secretary.

As your last order of business,

find Granger.

You guys heard from Callen?

ATF picked him up
right after you talked to him.

Okay, so, Callen was right.

The mole is all over our system.

We have to
operate offline

if we're gonna stay
one step ahead.

Is anyone else feeling
really off-balance here?

I think that's the point.

It's like the worst round
of multiball ever.

Yeah, my flippers
are on overdrive.

I'm sorry, what?

Pinball.
Pinball.

People still play that?

Duh. Where have you been--
in a coma?

Ooh!
Too soon, Eric.

Okay, so, which ball

are we gonna have to focus on
to get us out of this mess?

First, they took Granger.

Who went after Heather.

Who's still unconscious.

Which means we don't know what
really happened at Heather's.

So I have to
make it back

to the house and see
if I can find something there.

Mm. LAPD has that place
on lockdown.

There's no way
you'll get in unnoticed.

Plus, it's probably
just a safe house.

And we have no surveillance?

Not from last night
or this morning?

We poured over every angle.
Still nothing.

Guys.

Heather's awake.

She just I.D.'d Granger
as her attacker.

No...

God.

Let's go.

You ready to talk?

Not to you.

That hurts.

I thought we had something.

Yeah, well, it's not you.

It's me.

Just so you know,
I don't want to be friends.

I want to speak
with another agent.

I'm not taking
requests, Agent Hanna.

Sanchez, let me explain
something to you.

I know we've crossed paths, but
you don't know me very well.

Now, I can give you
a crash course,

that I guarantee
you won't enjoy,

or you can give me
what I want right now.

Trust me, it'll go a lot faster
if you indulge me.

Give me a name.

Talia Del Campo.

You're out of luck.

Talia's away on assignment.

How far away?
Too far.

So you're stuck with me.

And stuck in here
till we can sort this out.

Well, this is fun, huh?

Me and you back
together again?

I mean, is it just me,

or do you have an overwhelming
sense of déjà vu?

And I'm happy to do it over
and over again

until we get to the truth,

Detective Deeks.

Yeah, how about we not do that,

and you go and get my captain,
like I asked you to?

Your captain's not available.

I don't believe you.

You don't have to believe me.

Just know that right now,

I'm the closest thing to an ally
you've got around here.

You're the cl--

Oh, my God,
that's a scary thought.

That's even scarier
than thinking

that I have to drink this
coffee for one more day.

Speaking of which, we talked
about this, didn't we?

I mean, you've had
a whole year to upgrade.

I'm not looking for, like,
a barista with a bow tie

offering me lattes, but maybe
you could get coffee better

than what it is they serve

in the vending machine
of my carwash.

Can't do it.

Are you done?

Oh, that depends.

You gonna go get my captain?

Deeks, I already told you,
he's not available.

Yeah, I remember
when you said that earlier.

You know,

as a cop,

you know what I use more
than any of my training?

Intuition.

And you, you know,
being the diligent,

finely-dressed-
in-that-pant-suit cop

that you are probably
use the same thing,

so what's yours telling you
right now?

That I'm closer than ever
to getting the right guy.

And that's because
you have what exactly?

Name Tiffany Williams
ring a bell?

You know what?

You probably know her better
as Julie Sanders.

You know,
former hooker

and informant that you've been
paying to keep quiet.

I was just helping her out.

Why?

Because she needed help.

I don't believe you.

I was a Boy Scout.

I got a patch to prove it.

Ooh!

You know what's hilarious
about this is that, uh,

this information just drops
out of the sky on the same

exact day that
Granger gets framed

and then arrested.

Like, you-you do realize
you're being used, right?

I ran into your partner earlier.

Oh, Kensi is here.

Well, well, good luck with that.

Is it fiancée now, too?

Is it gonna break your heart
if I say yes?

'Cause I should
probably tell you,

I don't believe in polygamy.

And Kensi would make
a terrible sister wife.

That's probably why
she didn't want to talk to me.

Yeah.
I mean, I just mentioned

the word "subpoena," and
she practically ran out of here.

Let me be perfectly clear
about this.

You leave her out of it.

Lucky for you,
I may not need her.

Although,

I guess that makes you unlucky.

Doesn't it?

Coffee's on me.

When you get a chance,
you put on that bow tie,

and maybe bring me back
a cappuccino.

Gonna tell me
what I'm doing here?

Well, I have bad news,
and I have worse news.

You don't really seem
like the type

who cares which one comes first.

I'm the type of guy that
likes to get to the point.

We found 500 pounds
of stolen explosives

on your property,
Agent Callen.

That the bad news?

Well, that depends
on whether or not

you consider us finding a dead
body in your garage worse.

Let me guess.

Someone tipped you off.

You seem like
the kind of person

that's willing
to listen to reason.

Try me.

Look, we're both Federal agents.

I don't steal explosives.

And I certainly don't leave dead
bodies laying around my house.

Then how do you explain how they
ended up on your property?

The same way that narcotics
and a body showed up

in my partner's trunk,
conveniently

just before DEA showed
up looking for him.

The body?

I bet it was dead
more than 12 hours, wasn't it?

Yeah. Clearly, it was
killed somewhere else.

Just like the body
in my partner's trunk.

T-This whole thing is a set-up.

Sounds like a, uh,
convenient theory.

Just look into it. Sam Hanna,

Martin Deeks, Owen Granger--
all of us arrested

on the same day by different
law enforcement agencies?

Come on, this is
an attack on NCIS.

My only concern, Agent Callen,
is you and your crime.

Yeah, well,
it shouldn't be.

Your job is to protect people.

And the longer my team
and I are locked up,

the more people that
are at risk, okay?

You want that blood
on your hands?

Hetty, Heather's awake.

It's about time.
Duggan is getting restless.

It was my job

to find the mole, and now,
everyone's paying the price.

Is it possible
that Duggan is behind this?

I mean, could this just be
part of his plan?

Excuse me.

I just got an alert from County.

Granger's been stabbed.

What?!

Oh, my God!
Is he alive?

He's alive,
but it's not looking good.

Mm.

Everything all right, Henrietta?

I need to talk to you.

Henrietta, we've given you ample

leeway up to
this point.

You cannot talk your way
out of this.

I have no intention
of doing that.

But I do need
to speak

with you, alone.

An early friend and mentor

always used to say that a woman

is like a tea bag.

You never know how strong she is
until she gets into hot water.

So does that mean
she knew First Lady...?

Yeah, I think so.

Wow.

Come, sit down.

I haven't been entirely honest
with you.

Why am I not surprised?

Owen Granger has been in police
custody since this morning.

We just got word
that he was stabbed.

Is he alive?

For now.

Meanwhile, three
of my agents

are being held by different
agencies across the city.

Now, if none of this
is news to you,

then, bravo, you win.

You think I'm behind this?

Are you?

No.

Henrietta, why didn't you tell
me about any of this sooner?

Because I didn't realize
what you have to gain

until now.
I thought

my career depended
on finding the mole.

Now I realize...

yours does.

I don't follow.

Taking me down

would be big for your career.

But not as big

as finding the mole.

I can't help you
unless I know everything.

I agree.

Fun fact:
I do not miss hospitals.

Mm.

Just the food, right?

Watch out, Jones.
I'll bring you takeout.

Entering Heather's room now.

Knock, knock.

I'm here to take you
to your MRI.

No one mentioned an MRI to me.

Well, um, it's right here
in your chart.

But do not worry,

you are in good hands.

Here, let me help you.

There you go.

I see you
didn't eat anything.

I prefer to eat food.

Yeah, we can agree on that.

Here you go. Up.

I need to see your I.D. before
you take the patient anywhere.

Well,

unfortunately,
my previous patient got

some unsanitary fluids on it,

so, um, kind of waiting
for a new one.

I can't let you out of here
without hospital credentials.

Okay, if you insist,

I can definitely bring it out
of the trash.

But, um, you might need a mask
and some gloves

and maybe
even a shower

afterwards.

Sorry. No I.D., no exit.

Mm. Okay, well,

in that case,

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

I'm here to protect you.

Do as I say,

and you'll stay alive.

Where are you taking me?

I'm taking you
someplace safe.

Tell me what the hell
is going on here.

Heather,
I'm a Federal agent.

We have credible Intel
that there's a hit out on you.

You got to trust me.

Why on earth
should I trust you?

You got no other choice.

Thank you.

Nell, we're leaving
the hospital.

Okay, got it.

All right, Heather.

I'm gonna need
you to walk.

Get down! Get down!

Get in the car. Get in the car!

Stay down!

Nice, Beale.
Way to sell the blanks.

Whiting!

Whiting!

...176, 177!

Feel the burn, Whiting!

Whiting!

I can do this all day!

What do you want?

Hey. Uh, Whiting.

Where's Whiting?

She's not here.

Oh, okay.
What's your...

what's your name again?

- Northam.
- Yeah, it's written on your badge.

Listen, Northam,
can you, can you go grab

the-the captain for me?
My captain?

He's not available.
Yeah. Can...

But if you could just...
All right, if you...

It's nice to see
my tax dollars at work!

Thought
you might be hungry.

I don't want a sandwich.

I want my phone call.

Suit yourself.

You're telling me one thing.

The evidence is telling me
another.

I've told you everything
you need to know.

Well, then this is
gonna be a long night.

I'll tell you what.

You let me out of here,

and I'll do my job.

And yours.

Any chance of showing me some
mercy and getting rid of these?

I don't think
I'm going anywhere

fast in my current condition.

Yeah, I can absolutely
help you out.

As long as you help us out.

We know you were
working with Natalie.

We know Natalie was
working with Carl Brown.

We also know that

you're taking orders
from someone.

What makes you so sure?

'Cause that someone told you
to pin the attack on Granger.

She presumably took
a beating for the cause.

She may not be easy to break.

And we don't have
much time.

We also

found evidence of
drugs at the scene.

So we know that's how you got
Granger unconscious,

so that you could take a
beating and frame it on him.

Unless you have a
different explanation,

I'm thinking it's time
to face up to the facts

that whoever you're working for
no longer needs your services.

And that, Heather,

means you need
protection.

We can protect you.

Like you protected Granger?

I just saved your ass.

It'd be a lot easier to toss
you out on the street again.

And, believe me, that's exactly
what I want to do right now.

You didn't protect Natalie,
either.

Who are you working for?

It's not LAPD.
It's not DEA.

It's not ATF. Another agency,

perhaps?
An independent?

Heather, you don't
cooperate with us,

you are in pretty bad shape.

You either end up in
high security prison,

like Carl Brown,

or like your friend Natalie,

dead.

Make a choice.

So what's it gonna be?

What happened? Why did
Agent Blye stop questioning?

Because I think we're
finally getting somewhere.

I have nothing more to tell you.

If you say so.

Hetty.

She's working for the CIA.

I feel as if the entire
alphabet is after us.

Yeah.

How do you know
she's with the CIA?

Duggan, you should
really brush up

on your Morse code.

Oh,

Fudgsicle.

We got company.

Mother Fudgsicle.

Hetty, we have a problem.
We've been swatted.

A tactical team is unloading
outside the boatshed as I speak.

Oh, God.
Don't tell me. FBI.

Who are they coming for now?

It could be any one of us.

This has gone way too far.

I'll handle it.

No, I will take care of this.

It's time I do my job.

I'm Under Secretary
of Defense Corbin Duggan,

Stop right there!
Get your hands up!

and I request
that you stand down.

Hands up!
I'm in charge here.

And I can explain
what's going on.

Sniper!

Shots fired!
Cover!

Oh, my God!

What happened to Duggan?

He's been shot.

- Medic!
-All right, full cover everywhere.

Looks like it was a sniper.

From where?

Where did the shot

come from, guys?

I don't know.

All right, move in, move in.
All right, let's go!

Get him cover, cover.
Move! Move!

Is he dead?

We don't know.

I didn't think it
could get any worse.

Now they got Duggan?

The one person
who could've helped us.

What happens now?

I don't know.

Get on that door.

We got to get out of here.

FBI!

Only one way out.

Bugger.

This is a brand-new suit.

Go! Move! Get in!

Break right!
Break right!

FBI!

Full sweep!
You go with him!

Hands up!
Stay down.

Clear!
Yeah!

Two left clear!

Clear on the right!

Clear.
Clear!

Watch her.

Commander!

You need to see this!

Secure the premises!

Secure all the other exits!

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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