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(jazz fusion playing on radio)

(sighs)

You're not changing that.

How can you listen to this?

Why can't you appreciate
a little improvisational jazz?

Why can't they all learn
to play the same song?

It's called fusion.

Yeah, confusion.

(phone chirping)

That's the Agent Needs
Assistance Alert.

It's Hetty.

(engine starts)

You just gonna run out of here?

I'm sorry.

I'm on call.

I thought you said you were
a dental hygienist.

I am.

It's a dental emergency.

Oh... huh.

It's, it's just, uh,
teeth missing,

tons of blood.

I will call you.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Is this a legit alert?

Sounds like it.

Ah.

Sorry.

You, uh, you
missed a button.

Oh, well, you heard the guy.

He was this close
from giving up his partner.

I had him eating
out of my hand.

How was that?

Just drive.

Uh-huh.

What do we know, Eric?

Hetty activated
her phone's distress code.

I tried to reach her
in case it was a false alarm,

but she's not answering
any of her numbers.

NELL: I want feeds from every traffic
and surveillance cam

in a half-mile radius
for the past three hours.

What about the teleconference
camera or her cell phone?

Teleconference
has been unplugged.

This is her cell phone.

We're blind.

♪ NCIS: LA 3x12 ♪
The Watchers
Original air date on January 3, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

ERIC:
Hetty had a radiant heat grid

wired into the walls
and ceiling of the boatshed,

so thermal imaging is useless.

We know her phone's inside,

we just don't know if she is.

I walked the perimeter;
I don't see any signs

that the place is booby-trapped.

How we doing on a visual, Kensi?

KENSI: You should be seeing
something right about...

now.

All right, we got her.

Anyone else?

Let me see.

We got a bogey under the stairs.

(door opens)

Hetty?

You okay?

Peachy.

Care to tell me
what this is all about?

Ask him.

Special Agent G. Callen.

Who are you?

The direct approach.

You know, that's
an interesting tactic

unless, of course, you walk
directly into a trap.

Is that what this is?

Could be.

I know you.

Not nearly as well
as I know you.

You know them, too?

That's great, you brought
your entire team with you.

Unfortunately, it makes it so
much easier to blow you all up.

You twitch.

I shoot.

Is that a catch phrase?

Who are you?

Owen Granger.

I'm your new assistant director.

I told him this
was a bad idea.

But he's the boss.

What the hell
was all this about?

I wanted to see
this team in action.

You almost saw
this team kill you.

That would have been awkward.

We were in the middle
of an operation

that could now be blown.

I was listening in.

If anything, I
probably saved Blye

from having to fake
more than her identity.

(scoffs)

I'm sure he means a headache.

So, Operations Center
briefing in 20 minutes.

I'll answer all your
questions and concerns.

KENSI:
It's almost

4:00 in the morning.

I must still be
on East Coast time.

In that case, make it 30.

Give you a chance

to grab some coffee.

I'm gonna take a nonfat latte
with an extra shot.

You think it's too late
to get my old job back?

We operate in an era
in which we are faced

with a multitude of enemies,
both at home and abroad.

Enemies with ever
increasing capabilities

in terms of weaponry, tactics,

and their ability to network.

Are you wearing pajamas?

I, uh, rushed in here
last night,

thinking it was
a real emergency.

Haven't had time to go home.

Are those badgers?

Polar bears.

Deadliest animal in the Arctic.

GRANGER:
Jones.

Eight days ago, Brent Bolton
died in a local parking garage

from what was reported to be
a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Unfortunately, there was
no surveillance video.

The gun that killed him was
registered to his wife Mia.

It was purchased 16 days
before the shooting.

Now, both Bolton and his wife...

We're in the middle of several
ongoing investigations.

I'm aware of your open files,

but right now,
this is a priority.

Both Brent Bolton

and his wife, Mia,

are employed by
Brindell Research,

an independent think tank
that works closely

with the Department of Defense
on everything

from economic policy
to weapons development.

And what makes this anything
more than a domestic dispute?

Mia Bolton reported that she
thought she was being watched.

Well, maybe she just said that
to set up an alibi.

I hope it's that simple.

Access to their research
is worth billions,

and even more to their enemies.

I need you to determine
who killed Brent Bolton,

and what, if any, information
has been compromised.

I've already made arrangements
for Miss Jones

to be brought into
Brindell Research

as an interim replacement
for Brent Bolton.

Nell is
an intelligence analyst,

not an agent.

If someone is going undercover,
it should be one of us.

It's a think tank,
Agent Callen, not a cartel.

Miss Jones has
the training,

and besides having
an IQ that's higher

than your combined
credit scores,

Miss Jones was actively
recruited by Brindell Research,

along with several
other think tanks,

before winding up here.

It's what we call
a "no-brainer."

Keep me updated.

Agent Blye, I'd like
to speak to you

about your recent trips
to Hawaii

when you get a chance.

(phone ringing nearby)

CALLEN: "Double, double,
toil and trouble."

So, what, you're just going
to let this guy take over?

What'd she say?

Nothing.

Literally.

Okay, so maybe we should
talk to Director Vance.

SAM:
And say what?

He obviously approved it.

Hell, it was probably his idea.

Yeah, Sam's right.

Whatever this is, it's playing
out above our pay grades.

We go along with it
for the time being.

You and Deeks check
out Mia Bolton.

We'll work Brindell Research
with Nell.

ERIC:
So,

you're going undercover.

Guess so.

Cool, cool.

Yeah, I never knew

you'd been recruited by
a bunch of think tanks.

Oh, no?

Uh, no. You, uh,

never mentioned it.
Hm.

Well...

Which is, I don't
know, kind of weird

because, you know, you
think it would be something

that would have come up.

Well, I guess there are a lot of
things you don't know about me.

Like what?

Let's just focus
on the task at hand.

Right.

You know, just out
of curiosity's sake,

um, what-what is your IQ?

Ah... hm.

Oh. Not telling
me that either?

What can I say,
woman of mystery.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I got mysteries, too.

Hm.

Come on, what's the big deal?
I'll show you mine

if you show me yours.

Here's the paperwork you'll
need for Brindell Research.

Thank you.

I was talking... We were...

We were talking about IQ scores.

You know, I'm gonna
head up to OPS now,

and, uh,

coordinate that
surveillance feed.

Maybe you could swing by
Wardrobe on your way

and have them fit you
with some big boy pants.

CALLEN: Hetty said Vance
had been threatening

to put her on a shorter leash.

This is more like a cage.

Hetty doesn't do
well in captivity.

You think this is somebody's way
of trying to squeeze her out?

You don't have a
career like Hetty's

without making a few enemies.

She has managed to avoid
a lot of the back-stabbing

by staying out of Washington.

Maybe that's why
they sent Granger.

Guy reeks of being the kind of
bureaucratic assassin

(phone ringing) that can kill
your career with an e-mail.

ERIC: Yo.
- How we doing, Eric?

ERIC: Nell's been signed in
as Brent Bolton's

replacement.
She's through to security,

and is just heading
for Brent Bolton's office.

- I'll let you know if she finds anything.
- Good.

(beeps, buzzes, door unlocks)

(sighs)

(device chirping)

(sighs)

All right, Eric,

can you hear me?
Loud and clear.

(device chirping)

Everything seems...
pretty normal.

No listening devices
or cameras.

(knock at door)

Shoot. Someone's at the door.

(chirping stops)

- Hi.
- Hi.

I don't mean to bother you.
I just saw you come in, so

I just wanted to say
hello and welcome.

Hello and... thank you.

(laughs)

Come on in.

Thanks.

Sure. Uh...

So, you are...?

I'm JT.

Everybody calls me Thruster.

Great.

That was...
That was my call sign.

I was a fighter pilot

until I had to punch out
over Fallujah.

You know, detached my retina.

(hissing through teeth)

Now I'm flying a desk.

Oh, brother.

So, you're replacing Brent?

Is it true he died?

Yeah. They say he shot himself.

So, suicide?

Well, spouse-icide is
more likely, you know.

He and his wife, Mia,
both worked here.

They fought so much,

they were never allowed
on the same projects.

- Really?
- Yeah.

ERIC: What a gossip.

His call sign
should have been "Yenta."

This is for you.

For me?

This should, uh, should
help you get up to speed

on all our
current projects.

All rightie.

Well... thanks.

(laughs)
ERIC: And...

his fly is open.

(awkward laugh)

(clears throat)
Yeah.

What are you, eight?

(computer chirping)

(sighs)

So, Assistant Director Granger,

you moving
to the West Coast permanently?

They don't let you out much,
do they, Beale?

Why do you say that?

Lucky guess.

That and you kind of remind me
of one of those Twilight kids.

(paper shuffling)

So, uh, why's the new guy want
to talk about your Hawaii trips?

- I don't know.
- Hmm.

When I was there, I spoke to a
few Marines who knew my father.

Spoke to them about what?

About his death
and the day he died.

I didn't hear anything
I hadn't already heard.

Well, apparently, someone didn't
appreciate the questions.

(door in house opening)

Oh, and who do we have here

meeting our murder
victim's wife?

(camera shutter clicking)

Could be her lawyer.

(camera shutter clicking)

KENSI:
Oh.

Huh.

Wow. And if so, apparently,

the, uh, lawyer-client
privileges include benefits.

(crowd chatter,
birds singing)

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

You got it.

SAM:
Right.

Okay. (sighs)

Kensi and Deeks spotted some guy
at Mia Bolton's house.

They're taking him
to the boatshed for questioning.

Thanks.

Coffee cart gives you a
free latte on your birthday.

Happy birthday, OLeg.

I look like an OLeg?

More than I look
like a Fareed.

It's a nice park.

You know, if somebody
was shadowing Mia Bolton,

pretty good place
to do it from.

You can see her
come and go to work.

Yup. And they got
free City Wi-Fi.

How convenient.

Brindell Research employees get
tired of being cooped up.

They come outside to grab
a coffee, soak up a little sun.

Fire off a couple e-mails.

They know they're supposed
to be encrypted,

but even if they are,
they're still vulnerable,

flying around along with
their cell phone calls.

Finish their latte.

They throw the empty cup
in the recycling bin.

(camera snapping)

Coffee cup has

their name on it,
along with their fingerprints,

which makes it easy to match up
with the business cards

in the jar trying
to win the free muffin.

He even knows
your birthday.

And that's
just one guy.

(wry chuckle)

Then you got Bobby Fisher
over here.

SAM: How many think
tank employees

have taken up that
challenge at lunch?

Sweet old guy that prods them
with small talk,

(camera clicks)
gathers seemingly trivial

personal information.

Let's not forget
about future soccer Mom.

(camera clicks)

Babies are a magnet.

Before you know it, she knows
the name and ages of your kids,

what school they go to
and where they take karate.

Of course you'd have to be
paranoid to think like that.

Well, paranoid
or vigilant.

And that's just low-tech
human intelligence gathering.

Now, if you really wanted
to spy on Brindell Research,

you would have to set
up somewhere close by

so you could use a laser
mic or an EMR detector.

(camera snapping)

But it is good coffee.

Damn good.

Witnesses said that you and
your husband fought... a lot.

We both had strong opinions.

Why'd you buy a gun?

I... I thought
someone had been following me.

Did you tell the police that?

No.

But I told Brent

and some of my co-workers.

Did they believe you?

Brent didn't.

That's why
he took my gun.

I thought
we were being followed.

He got so angry with me
that he said

he was going to get rid of it.

But you never saw anyone?

No.

Brent left the car,
and I waited.

After I heard

the gun fire, I ran out
to see what had happened.

I thought maybe it discharged
when he threw it away.

But I found him...

lying in the stairwell...

in a pool of blood.

The gun was beside him.

And you still never saw anybody?

No.

I loved Brent, and I would
never do anything to hurt him.

He wasn't just my husband.

He was my... colleague...

and...

my best friend.

Do you know what it's like

to lose the one person you love

more than anything
or anyone in the world, and

you don't even know
who did it or... why?

Maybe we should, uh...
we should take a break.

Yeah, Kens?

Yes.

(seagulls calling,
bell clanging)

KENSI:
Give you some water?

- What's up with Kensi?
CALLEN: I don't know.

Maybe it has something to do
with those trips to Hawaii

that Granger wants
to talk to her about.

(computer chimes)
What is it, Eric?

Hey, I just wanted
to give you a heads-up

about Assistant Director
Granger.

What about him?

Uh, he's on his way
to the boatshed.

And there he is now.
Okay. Good-bye.

(computer chimes)

You guys keeping track of me?

It's what we do.

How's this coming?

They're taking a break.

You know, it's a funny
thing about interrogation.

Some people think it's a
skill that can be taught

like anything else.

But the best have
a God-given gift

that goes way beyond knowing
if somebody's telling the truth.

It's like being able
to look into a person's soul

and know their deepest secrets
and darkest fears.

Now, that sounds
like a catch phrase.

No, I... I think
I've seen this movie before.

Look... I'm not here
to make friends,

but I'm also

not here to become your enemy.

You need me, and I need someone

to lead this unit
into the next millennia.

We already have
an operations manager.

You're here for Hetty.

I'm here for a lot of things.

Conventional wisdom is great

when you're fighting
a conventional enemy,

but that's not the case anymore.

SAM:
Hetty has more skill,

wisdom than any of us
could hope for.

You know, your loyalty
would be admirable

if it weren't
so operationally unsound.

If I'd been

a real enemy, I could have
killed the lot of you last night

because of that blind loyalty.

CALLEN:
Had you been a real enemy,

Hetty would have had your head
on a stick before we got here.

Yeah.

I'm well aware of the urban
legend that is Henrietta Lange.

Folklore is best suited
for the history books.

Like it or not, the old guard
is changing, gentlemen.

Now, one of you can rise up
and assume that challenge,

or I'll find someone else
who can.

Your choice.

How does this guy fit
into your life?

That's Roger...

McAdams.

He's just a friend.

Roger's in insurance.
He's an actuary.

Did your husband have a life
insurance policy with Roger?

No. They didn't even
know each other.

I met Roger
in my writing class.

I needed a creative escape,
so I'm writing a novel.

Oh, that's fantastic.
About what?

It's a love story between
a noble woman and a young artist

set in Vienna
during the Black Death.

Nothing says romance
like the plague.

And Roger?

What's his novel about?

He's writing a spy thriller.

She looks like she hasn't
moved since we left.

She hasn't.

Maybe she ran out of batteries.

You find something?

ERIC: Roger McAdams
really is an actuary

from an El Segundo
insurance company.

The only problem is,

he looks like this.

As you can see, he is
clearly not the man

from Mia Bolton's house.

So, who is this guy?

We don't know yet.

Facial rec hasn't found a match.

I was, however,
able to identify

your friends from the park.

Your coffee vendor
is Ari Peretz.

He's a former Israeli national

who became an American
citizen in 2007,

after a career
in Jerusalem's Moustarabine.

It means "those who
pretend to be Arabs".

They're a no-joke
undercover army unit.

Ooh, it gets better.

Meet Faton Hoxha.

He's a former Albanian
chess master,

rumored to have worked
for the KGB before the

Iron Curtain came crashing down.

Like many,
he has denied it ever since.

What about, uh, soccer mom?

Oh, she checks out.

She's actually

just a soccer mom.
But two out of three

people in this park have
intelligence experience

from two different countries.

That suggests they're working
for a private employer.

Maybe they're helping
Mia Bolton's

mystery man with his spy novel.

You think Mia'd be up
to helping us get this guy?

Can't hurt to ask.

What if there are
two Roger McAdams?

I wish there were, Mia.

(exhales)
He was my friend.

No,

no, he was just
pretending to be.

You don't have to do this.

I want to...

For Brent.

MIA (via wire):
Hi.

Sorry to call you in the middle
of the day like this.

ROGER:
No, no, don't worry, it's fine.

What's, uh, what's wrong?

MIA:
I heard some things today

that upset me.

Uh, what sort of things?

I'm sorry, I don't know
if I can do this.

She's getting cold feet.

Hang in there, Mia.

Just hand him the thumb drive.

CALLEN:
Get ready to move.

If she breaks, we're gonna
have to take this guy.

Hey, talk to me.

What is it?

This is what my husband, Brent,

was working on.

I think it may have been
what got him killed.

I don't know what
to do with it.

Good girl.

Look at him.

He's practically drooling.

Um, maybe... maybe you
should give it to me.

Just to...
just to be safe.

What a mensch.

I mean, hey, hey.

We're friends,
Mia, right?

You've gone through
a tough time, so...

It's the least I can do.

KENSI:
Now walk away, Mia.

Just walk away.

I have to go.

Yeah, all right.

I'll, uh, I'll call you.

Okay.
Yeah.

(engine starts)
He's moving, Eric.

And we are tracking.

Oh, look. Top goon's back.

You're a fast reader.

Well, I skimmed.

You know, we, uh, we usually
let the newbies get settled

for a couple days,
but there's

a brainstorming session on
the European Financial Crisis

at 2:30 if you want to sit in.

- Sure.
- In the meantime,

I am going to grab a
sandwich in the park,

if you want to
join me for lunch.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Okay.

What? This guy could

be a serial killer
for all you know.

Mmm.

(high-pitched feedback)
(screams)

You okay?

Yeah, I just have this

buzzing in my ear.

This is so going
in my operations report.

(car door closes, alarm chirps)

Guy may have just been handed
the keys to the kingdom,

and he decides
to get a haircut?

SAM:
Hold it, he's coming back.

(car alarm chirps)

That was fast.

Maybe they don't
take walk-ins.

He's on the move again.

He may be,
the flash drive isn't.

He must have handed
it off to somebody.

CALLEN: Kensi, follow him.
We'll hang with the thumb drive,

see where it goes next.
- We're on him.

(tires squealing)

(gasps)
Son of a bitch!

You guys okay?

Yeah, but we're
losing the target.

Just for the record, that's
called a side view mirror.

(groans)

(battle cries)

(grunts and groans)

(grunts)

(Hetty groans)

I was told you
were meditating.

But I am.

I see you've added
to your bag of tricks.

Just a little exercise.

More fun than the StairMaster.

I was referring to your ability
to mesmerize your staff

into believing
you're the second coming.

My staff are a complementary
team of independent thinkers.

And you would be wise not to
let your personal vendetta

cloud your judgment
of them or me.

Is this where you quote Sun Tzu
in a thinly veiled threat?

I'll leave the clichés
to you, Owen.

Your remaining time

might best be spent getting your
affairs in order, Henrietta.

I'm not afraid of you.

That was your first mistake.

(man coughing)

(bottle rattles on floor)

(doorknob rattling)

(man groans)

(coughs hard)

Oh, hey, man.

Hey, man, what's up, man?

Hey, hey, man,
can I bum a smoke?

I'll trade you a sip
for a cigarette.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Just give me a cigarette.

I want a cigarette;
I'll give you a sip.

Got the good stuff.

(makes squeaky noises)

Get lost.

Oh...

(coughing) Oh!

Well...

That was rude and
environmentally hostile, but...

uh...

I appreciate the DNA.

Oh, and here we go.

Well, looks like
I'm going inside.

If I'm not back in ten minutes,

it's 'cause I'm in trouble
or I'm getting a bikini wax.

Welcome to my world.

(chuckles)

(indistinct chatter)

Somebody's got to
feed these jellyfish.

Otherwise, they
can't swim none.

Oh, hey, man, hey, man,
can I use your bathroom?

Get the hell
out of here!

Yo, hold on, hold, hold!
Fire in the hole.

Hold on, fire in the hole!

Fire in the hole...

Can I use your baño for two
seconds? Got to talk to a man

about an elephant. Ow! Oh!

DEEKS (mumbling):
I am the 99%.

Hey, see you, boys!

Sign says exit, I get you,
I get you, I get you.

(crashing)

Ahh!
You come back,

I'm calling the cops.

Okay. All right.

Come on.

DEEKS:
Well, that seemed excessive.

ERIC:
Cameras are online, guys.

(groans)

Deeks, you okay?

Mm... Oh...

I think I went a
little too method.

Might have shook
something loose.

Tell me you're kidding.

I'm kidding.

(inhales deeply)

But I may need
to make a pit stop.

(engine starts)
Anybody want to trade partners?

You're not getting this
anyplace else, mama.

Huh?

Looks like a data
retrieval operation.

ERIC: The thumb drive we handed off
to Roger is still there.

Probably being analyzed
by one of these guys.

Check out the back wall.

CALLEN: Those are security
shredding bins.

They're used for sensitive
documents, data storage devices.

That one's open.

What are the chances
Brindell Research

uses the same Steel Tower
data destruction company?

I'd say pretty even.

In fact I used one
at Brindell Research today.

That's why Hetty insists on
destroying everything in house.

I just assumed she liked
burning things.

Eric.

Everything I can find
on Steel Tower.

(phone ringing in distance)

Anchors aweigh.

Oh.

Excuse me.

(sighs)

Tracking is online.

A little whiplash
yesterday?

No, I'm fine.

You know, you never told me
about your father.

Yes, I have.

Not about how he died.

That's 'cause I'm still trying
to figure that out myself.

Just if, uh-- I don't know, if
you ever want to talk about it,

I just... I know a thing or two
about fathers, so...

You shot your father.

One time.

All right, it's not
like I killed the man.

(chuckles)

Well, I didn't say
I was an expert.

I just meant that...
Heads up.

KENSI: Guys, he's putting the bin in
the truck without shredding it.

ERIC:
And I'm still getting

a signal.

(tires screeching)

(horn honks)

Federal agents.

Need to look
in your truck.

I think this one's got

a surprise
inside.

CALLEN: You guys are supposed
to destroy on pickup.

Looks like you forgot
to do some shredding.

CALLEN:
Juan Garcia worked

at Steel Towers
for six years.

It's one of two jobs
he has,

in part to pay for
his daughter Emma's college.

Four months ago,
he received these--

surveillance photos.

This is his daughter Emma.

Juan was told to stop shredding
Brindell Research bins

and deliver them to our friends
at the hair salon.

And if he didn't,
they'd hurt his daughter?

Exactly.
He say

who told him to do this?

He wasn't given a name,
but he positively identified

our old friend.

KENSI:
Who still hasn't been identified

and who we let get away.

If by we, we mean you
because you were driving.

So what do
we do now?

We can't use Mia again.

Well, you know
that photo you sent me?

There is
an office space

rented in
the building

across the street from
Brindell Research.

I looked at the list of tenants,

but I wasn't actually able
to find out who owns it

'cause it's an LLC registered
in a nondisclosure state.

I did find something.

Their security is a joke,

which is probably another reason
why they like the building.

It's our guy-- Roger.

Phony Roger.

CALLEN: I think we've got
everything we need.

Time to pay him
a visit.

(door bursts open)

Federal agents.
Hands where we can see 'em.

MAN:
What the hell is this?

You boys look like
you're up to no good.

Lawyer.

Federal agent.

Hmm, funny.

I want my lawyer.

The longer you stall,
the longer my rights are denied.

It only hurts you.

That's true-- if we were cops
and you weren't stealing

classified Department of Defense
secrets.

You see, we're federal agents
and you have violated

a number of National
Security laws, at least...

A dozen.

Yikes, I was
gonna say seven,

but we have a little
thing called the, uh,

war on terrorism.

Maybe you've heard of it.

KENSI:
I hope he buys this.

Not to mention the
murder of Agent Griffin.

Special Agent Ian Griffin.

His partner saw
you murder him.

That would be Special
Agent Reece Watson.

You knew them as Mia
and Brent Bolton.

Your surveillance is mediocre,
your countersurveillance...

Sucks.

Bad.

CALLEN:
What can I say?

You got played.

I didn't kill anybody.

Your word against
a federal agent.

Look, I wasn't even armed.

Okay?

I was just
tailing 'em.

Bolton pulled
his gun on me.

I tried to get
away from him.

I shoved him down the stairs,

the gun went off when he fell.

That's the truth.

You'd swear to that?

Yes.

Yes!

(clears throat)

No.

Yeah.

So what do we
tell Mia Bolton?

(sighs)

The truth-- that her husband
died protecting her.

(door opens)

They still inside?

Hey.
Yeah, but you can't go in there.

Hey.

Nice work.

What are you doing?

We'll take it from here.
We're not finished here.

GRANGER:
Yeah,

you are, and you did
a great job, seriously.

I thought this would
take you guys weeks.

I am genuinely impressed.

I'm sorry, guys.

He just walked
right in there.

Granger.

That's Assistant Director
Granger,

Agent Hanna.

Our conversation is gonna
have to wait, Blye.

Now, in the interim,
you stay out of Hawaii.

CALLEN:
So, what, you hand him off

to one of the other agencies
for some bureaucratic favors?

You see, now
you're catching on.

I told you NCIS is part
of a bigger whole.

Welcome to the big picture.

(sighs)

SAM: We catch him, Granger
gets the glory.

This is my fault.

How do you figure?

I should have let you shoot him.

Well, it's probably not too late
if you run out there.

Won't be needing
this anymore.

Guess this means
no more lunches with Thruster.

Sorry, I was just, um...

Jealous.

Looking out
for you.

That's what partners do.

We're not partners.

Well, I mean,
we sort of are, aren't we?

Callen has Sam,
Kensi has Deeks.

We're like the partners
of OPS.

Guess so.

I mean, come on,
we're clearly

the two coolest people
up here.

And the smartest.

I mean, your IQ
is like what?

It's like...?

Nell, okay,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Partner?

(phone ringing in distance)

Well, aren't you a
sorry-looking bunch?

I was beginning
to think that Granger

had turned you into stone.

Never mistake motionlessness
for inactivity, Mr. Callen.

Crocodiles get most
of their meals that way.

Granger took our guy.

Yes, but you solved the mystery
of Brent Bolton's death

and broke up a spy ring that was
threatening national security.

You should all be proud.

What were you
hoping for,

a ticker tape parade
and a photo op?

We were hoping

to follow through with it.

Patience, Mr. Callen;
this is far from over.

Now, I want you
to all get out of here.

I have a standing
reservation

for a private room
at the Geisha House,

but they'll only
hold it until 10:00.

- Really?
- Well, no,

they'll hold it until whenever
the hell I get there,

but I want you
all out of here.

D-Don't worry
about the bill.

I'm expensing it
to our new assistant director.

(Kensi chuckles)

Nice.

(laughs)

DEEKS:
Wait a minute, Hetty,

are you, uh...?

You're not joining us?

Not tonight, Mr.
Deeks, I have plans,

but thank you
for asking.

Of course.

These plans of yours have
anything to do with Granger?

He's here to
stay, isn't he?

He's here definitely.

How long he stays
remains to be seen.

(sighs)

Should I be
worried about you?

Not as much as he should be.

I don't suppose you want
to tell me the story of you two?

It's still being written.

Well, I hope it has
a happy ending.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Not bloody likely.