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Okay, let's see what we got.

All right, Kensi just pulled in

blaring My Chemical Romance, which means she is not cheery,

- so I think we should just play it cool. - Deeks, I always play it cool.

I'm actually playing aloof, which is the antisocial version of cool.

Okay, so if I'm cool and you're aloof, what does that make you?

- Enigmatic? - No, no.

- Hetty is enigmatic. You are puerile. - Charming.

- Handsome. - Otiose. It means pointless.

What?

What? Nothing. We were just... Nothing.

He thinks you're in a bad mood.

- Pssh. - And we're supposed to play it cool.

- I'm actually playing it aloof. - Thanks, guys. Good looking out.

Well, if you must know,

I've killed another house plant. That is 14 since July.

Wait. That's it?

- That's the source of your sourness? - It was a cactus.

You killed something that thrives in Death Valley?

I went back to get another one but, oh, the guy cut me off.

He took my picture to put it behind the register.

You have a mug shot at the nursery?

For crimes against cacti?

She is a serial plant killer.

- Ignore them. It's not your fault. - No, I'm sure it's her fault.

Well, not unless it was a suicide. Did you photograph the crime scene?

- Why make me feel this way? - It's the job.

If you worked behind a desk and had normal hours,

all of those plants would be alive right now.

Probably.

Yeah, it's the job. Ha.

Yeah, we have to give up certain things to do what we do, you know?

Right.

Like my dream of home-grown oregano.

- You don't even cook. - I would if I had home-grown oregano.

If I worked 9 to 5

my evenings would open up for other things too.

Ha. Are you okay?

Eric, do you need help?

No, no. I think this is like a Harry Potter deal.

No, no. I'm all over this.

I know what you're doing. You're doing charades.

I'm awesome at this. You're pulling up your hands

because you're getting ready to milk the cow.

But it's just one udder of a cow and it's sideways.

You're milking a sideways cow. You're milking...

No, we got a case. This is a lasso.

I'm throwing it and I'm roping you all up to Ops.

That was a lasso?

Trying to figure out what a cow has to do with it.

- He used both hands... - I'm taking a mime class.

I'm watching a lot of YouTube videos about miming.

Look, check this out. Look. A wall, ha, ha. I'm in a box.

Whoa, the box is closing in on me. Aah!

I can be a leaf. I can be in a windstorm.

I can do a kite. I can do a kite in a windstorm.

Ooh, I can do an escalator.

- I can do a stair... - Stop.

Mimes don't talk. Stay in character. Go Method.

- Nice work. - Thank you.

Okay. These are photos taken outside L.A. County Morgue's office last night.

The man killed was Stuart Westridge, a private investigator.

Do we have eyes on what happened?

No cameras on the street.

And the morgue hasn't released its closed-circuit video feed to us yet.

Private investigator is gonna rack up lot of enemies.

The Navy has expressed interest in one of his cases

commissioned by the widow of a Marine.

Lieutenant Edwin Prietto.

He was killed in Afghanistan two weeks ago.

His wife Antonia requested an autopsy report

through the L.A. County Morgue's office

and hired Stuart Westridge to investigate her husband's death.

What does the operations report say about Lieutenant Prietto's death?

Not much.

Just that he was killed on the Pakistani border during a routine security sweep.

It's like the Wild West out there.

Constant threat of mortars, RPGs.

Last thing anyone's thinking about is writing a detailed operations report.

That or a convenient cover if you wanna hide the truth.

Mrs. Prietto, we are deeply sorry for your loss.

Thank you. I'm fine.

I don't know why I just said that. I am anything but fine.

I'm hurt. I'm upset. I'm looking for answers.

And I'm alone.

I keep waiting for Edwin to call.

Do you have any friends or family that can help you through this?

I joined a grief support group for the families of fallen soldiers.

I knew he was in harm's way, but I was still convinced

that Edwin would come home to me.

Well, it's normal what you're feeling.

Look, I have to ask, Mrs. Prietto.

Why are you suspicious about the events

surrounding your husband's death?

- The man from the Marines told me... - What man?

- The Casualty Assistance something. - Casualty Assistance Calls Officer.

Him.

He kept saying that Edwin died near the Pakistani border,

but I know that he was stationed in Kandahar.

He called me from there the day before he died.

I tried to talk to somebody else at the office to confirm

but it felt like they were stonewalling me.

So you hired Stuart Westridge to investigate it.

And now he's dead too.

The worst part of all this is that

I haven't seen my husband's body.

I don't even know the results of the autopsy yet.

We can help you with that, ma'am.

Thank you.

- Thank you, Tony. - You got it.

You want to, uh...?

What are you squinting at? Time for some granny glasses?

No, I'm trying to visualize what you'd look like behind a desk,

- as a public defender. - Okay.

- Clean-shaven, short hair. - I looked exactly like this.

- Like this? - Yep.

Clients actually put their lives in the hands of this?

Okay, first off, I was very good at my job.

Says you.

Secondly, my clients were assigned to me, so they didn't have a choice.

Oh, I know the feeling.

- And thirdly... - Third.

Thirdly, everyone knows

that public defenders are the rebels of the legal profession.

Rebel without a due process clause?

Did Kensi make a legal funny? Is that what that was?

How you feeling? Pretty proud of yourself?

You know what? I'll give it to you. Touché.

- Touché. - Yeah.

Whoever killed Stuart Westridge hit his jugular and both carotid arteries.

Either they got lucky or they knew exactly what they were doing.

He bled out immediately.

Didn't even have a chance to call for help.

Certainly not with a severed windpipe.

L.A.P.D. tested. No fibers, no fingerprints. Car came up clean.

Which means the person who did this came prepared.

Police did find his gun and his wallet.

So robbery wasn't a motive.

Killer was a pro.

Motivation is somehow connected to Lieutenant Prietto.

Deeks, what if the Marine Corps is trying to cover something up?

- Rose. Thanks for meeting with us. - Of course.

But, Mrs. Prietto, this won't be easy for you to see.

I understand. Is that him?

Did you perform the autopsy?

- No, but I... - I would like to speak to the person

that performed the autopsy.

Of course.

It doesn't weigh anything.

Oh, yes.

Bone and tissue account for much of our body weight.

Once they've been removed, we become significantly lighter.

- Antonia, do you need to sit down? - What do you mean,

- "Once they've been removed?” - For the tissue donation.

My husband wasn't a tissue donor.

- He must have been. - Is this something you two discussed?

Yes. He would never have done that.

May I?

Bone's been replaced.

- With PVC pipe, probably. - Yeah.

It looks like nothing happened to him.

Then they removed the skin, but only underneath the arm.

Rose, was there anything else removed?

- I don't have his file. - Stop. Just stop.

Now do you understand why I know the Marine Corps is lying to me

about where he died?

Mrs. Prietto, we don't know what this means yet.

Well, I do. The Marines had the morgue strip my husband's body

so that they could hide what happened to him in Afghanistan.

Rose, explain to me how this could have happened.

How could a morgue remove tissue from someone who didn't consent?

I have no idea. We wouldn't have done it without it.

Tissue doesn't have the same time frame as organs,

and that's why it's performed in a morgue,

but only when the deceased is a donor.

Ian. These NCIS agents have some questions

about the prep you did on Lieutenant Edwin Prietto.

The Marine from a few days ago?

Walk us through what you did to Lieutenant Prietto's body.

I performed an autopsy, I extracted his tissue

and then cleaned and prepped him for the funeral home.

He's as meticulous as they come.

He would have never removed tissue unless the paperwork ordered it.

I thought I was following his wishes.

Show us Lieutenant Prietto's paperwork.

His file was just here yesterday. It listed him as a donor, I swear.

Look. No, you have to believe him.

Someone must have taken it.

We got access to the morgue's security footage?

Yep. This is Westridge breaking in.

And then, two minutes later...

Must be Lieutenant Prietto's missing file.

L.A.P.D. didn't find it in Stuart Westridge's car.

Which means the killer took it. But why?

- Ah, the million dollar question. - Nate.

- How are you? - Good.

- It's good to see you, man. - You too.

Give me a hug. Hey.

Hi, Nate.

So how are you guys?

We're great. What brings you to town?

I'm actually here at Hetty's request.

- For what case? - Nothing specific.

- Oh, no. - Come on.

- What? What? - Semi-annual psych evaluation.

For him or for us?

- For him. I'm fine. - Me too.

- Never better. - I'm glad to hear it.

- How about you, Kensi? - Really good.

Well, I promise it will be painless.

Sorry, Nate. G and I have to go interview a CACO officer. Right now.

Yeah, we have to go search this place, the dead investigator's house, yeah.

See you.

I'm not the enemy, you know?

They're a special bunch. Kind of tough to get through, but...

Oh, well. Ahem. One of these days.

- What's going on with you two? - Nell and I kissed.

This is not happening.

I'm, uh, just pretty sure that it was just to get me in a pair of tights.

Just wanna put it out there, let you know.

Right.

Preliminary report on Mr. Westridge said

that L.A.P.D. didn't find anything here.

- Maybe they overlooked something. - Why? What do you got?

Holy Dewey Decimal System.

Looks like every case Westridge ever worked on.

- A lot of secrets for one man to keep. - Hmm.

And it looked like he used to have even more.

Antonia Prietto's file empty.

Okay, so there's no signs of a forced entry

which means whoever killed Stuart

stole his keys, made his way over to his house

and took the Prietto file before L.A.P.D. showed up.

Along with his computer.

Maybe he was using one of those cloud storage drives

or a backup thumb drive,

which means if we find that, we can figure out what he was working on.

- You know what this calls for? - What?

What are you doing?

Last time I did this, I almost found a nuclear bomb.

Are you kidding me?

Ahem. You know what this is, Kensalina?

Wireless hard drive, hidden in plain sight.

- Mr. Getz. - Hetty.

- Thank you for inviting me back. - Oh, pish.

You know you're more than welcome whenever you're in this time zone.

So, what's the real reason I'm here?

We both know it's not to conduct mental-health check-ups on the team.

Hmm. I thought that was plausible.

Okay. So I'm just a pawn in your game.

Well, I'm gonna figure out exactly what that game is.

Oh, don't you underestimate the value of a pawn. He's a soldier.

That was Mikhail's Achilles' heel.

- Mikhail? - Gorbachev.

We had a standing game in Moscow whenever I was there.

Sometimes I let him win.

That was to help the Cold War stay cold.

Can't I at least be a rook?

Maybe like a knight? Something cool?

Someday.

But today, you're my very tall pawn, Mr. Getz.

Maybe a bishop?

You presented Lieutenant Prietto's initial death notification to his widow?

Yes, sir.

You told her he was killed somewhere on the Pakistani border?

That's what was in the report.

Do you have a copy of the paperwork that was sent to the morgue?

You notice anything unusual about Lieutenant Prietto's case?

No, sir.

Says here he was a tissue donor.

Do you know when he filled this out?

Not for sure, but we recently changed that form,

so he must have filled it out a few months ago.

Maybe Prietto had a change of heart.

Yeah, but why not tell his wife if he knew how important it was to her?

Thank you, captain.

We'll let you know if we need anything else.

Yes, sir.

- Thanks. - Sir.

You think the wife knows something she's not telling us?

The body of an American Marine was desecrated on our own soil.

Then a man was killed investigating it.

Somebody's definitely hiding something.

Guys, you need to see this.

This hit the air five minutes ago.

This is Kent Shocknek, live in Los Angeles

where a veterans support group has informed us

that the body of Lieutenant Edwin Prietto, Killed in Afghanistan

was harvested for tissue at the Los Angeles County Morgue.

His widow claims the Marines ordered the extraction

to hide the true cause of her husband's death.

A Navy spokesperson commented only to say

they are looking into the matter. Now back to you.

- Antonia went public with her story. - So much for keeping a lid on this.

This is bad, G.

We're either dealing with a distraught widow

who's looking for answers

or a woman with a whole other agenda.

Yes.

Yes, of course, Owen.

- Granger? - You're absolutely right.

And Hetty's being nice?

Bye for now.

Hetty's always nice.

Granger, on the other hand, is having a conniption.

Evidently, this news of Lieutenant Prietto

is rapidly turning into a public-relations nightmare.

So, what do you wanna do now?

Well, I think we have to find out what the hell happened.

We found something.

Well, technically, Nate suggested it, I researched it

and Eric hacked the database...

Lieutenant Prietto's unit is still in combat in Afghanistan,

but another Marine was injured the day he died.

He's recuperating at the V.A. Hospital here in Westwood.

He may be able to shed light on what happened there.

Let's have Kensi and Deeks pay him a visit.

We should go talk to lan Bruckhurst, find the results of that autopsy.

Why don't you two work with Eric? See if this has ever happened before.

- Tick, tock. - Tick, tock.

Time to put a little pressure on lan.

Hey, Callen, wait up.

You got a minute to check in?

How are things?

Good. Good. How are things with you, Nate?

Great. It's really good being back.

But... Well, now that I'm not around so much anymore,

I just wanted to make sure you had someone to talk to.

You and me both.

- You do want someone to talk to. - You know what I really want?

I wanna meet somebody.

- How did you do it? - How?

Well, it's not really my area of expertise,

but I like to lay a foundation first, you know?

- Get to know them as a friend. - That's exactly what I told him.

But how long, you know, before you ask her out?

Oh, well, that depends.

- Well, this time, for instance. - This one was tricky.

It's like three years.

I don't think I'd have the patience.

He really doesn't. Three years?

If she's the right one, you will.

That's great. Nate, thanks for the talk.

- All right. - Thanks, guys.

And the psychologist becomes the patient.

He never knew what hit him until it was already over.

I hate it when he does that.

Sergeant Charles, thank you for talking with us.

- If you need a break, just let us know. - Trust me, I enjoy the company.

All I wanted in Afghanistan was some privacy,

but now that I'm here, I'll talk to anybody.

Nurses all think I got crushes on them.

- Nothing wrong with that. - No.

So, what can you tell us about the day you were wounded?

Not much. My memory's spotty.

Doc says it's because of the head injury and that it'll come back,

but I wouldn't mind if I blocked the whole thing out for good.

Do you remember how Lieutenant Prietto died?

Sergeant, you okay?

Yeah, uh...

I didn't realize Lieutenant Prietto didn't make it. He was a good guy.

I'm sorry.

Do you remember anything about your mission?

What you guys were doing on the Pakistani border?

Pakistan?

Look, I don't remember much,

but if the Marine Corps said we were there, that's where we were.

I think I'll take that break now.

You hit a nerve there.

Ian, a few more questions for you.

Can it wait? I'm busy right now.

Only take a second.

Hi.

Does he have to stand behind me like that?

- I do. - He does.

So were you able to determine the cause of Lieutenant Prietto's death

- from your autopsy? - Yes. It was a single bullet wound.

Entered under the left axilla,

traversed through the pericardium, severed his spinal cord.

What can you tell us about the bullet?

Not much.

Fragmented on impact with his vertebrae.

Probably impossible to trace to a specific weapon.

Or to know if that's what actually killed him.

Did you notice anything unusual about the way Lieutenant Prietto died?

Exposure to chemicals, substances in his bloodstream, anything like that?

No. His cause of death was consistent with the Marine Corps' casualty report.

Okay.

Make sure Mrs. Prietto gets a copy of your autopsy results.

I will.

And I'll also apologize for whatever mistake was made.

Okay.

Good morning and welcome to the Fairfield Manor Funeral Home

where we acknowledge a life and cherish a memory.

How can I help you?

We would like to speak to your director about Lieutenant Edwin Prietto.

Please come with me.

You can wait in here.

But don't touch anything, for obvious reasons.

I'll go get him now.

Nothing creepy about this place at all.

- I think it's got character. - Yeah.

Pretty sure I saw that fountain in the Serial Killers Digest.

- David Lerner? - Yes.

I'm happy to discuss Lieutenant Prietto,

but we're still waiting on his body.

The Marines delivered him directly to the morgue.

But didn't Mrs. Prietto hire you to arrange the burial?

We have a relationship with the CACO office

because we offer at-cost funerals

for fallen servicemen coming home to Los Angeles.

Were you aware that Lieutenant Prietto was a tissue donor?

No, I was not.

We may have to do some additional cosmetic work before the viewing.

Apparently, Mrs. Prietto wasn't aware of that either.

Ah. I see.

It's entirely possible he decided to become a donor

after seeing his fellow servicemen wounded in combat.

Regardless, we will do whatever we can

to help Mrs. Prietto through the grieving process.

Thank you. We will contact you if we have any further questions.

Thank you so much.

Eric, what's up?

You've had the investigator's hard drive for an hour.

I'm sorry. Someone had some really pungent sauerkraut for lunch

and it's throwing me off my game.

- Okay, we're in. - Good.

All right, open the last folder Stuart accessed.

Let's see what he was working on.

Okay, he just updated this one yesterday.

Hours before he was killed.

Those look like surveillance photos.

Eric, can you enlarge those?

- That's Rose. - No, that can't be right.

I mean, we know Rose, right? She's a friend.

Who just became a person of interest.

Hetty, we don't know what these photos mean.

Well, except that a private investigator, who's dead, was looking into Rose.

He was hired to investigate

what happened to Lieutenant Prietto in Afghanistan.

Why would he be interested in Rose?

Maybe he thought that she was responsible

for harvesting Lieutenant Prietto's tissue.

The only one way to be sure is to ask her.

Slow down, Mr. Callen. I think I'd like Mr. Getz to take the lead in this.

You want me to question Rose?

But I know her. Isn't that a conflict?

An NCIS agent will question a person of interest. Nothing more.

I don't know how comfortable I am interrogating Rose.

Now, that's your word, Mr. Getz, not mine.

Nate, the only way to clear her name is to get answers.

Just talk to her like a friend.

It's your move, Mr. Getz.

- I guess it's time to play the pawn. - You have your assignment.

Is this the real reason you brought in Nate?

Mr. Hanna, you know I don't kiss and tell.

- So this is where the magic happens. - Ha, it's something like that.

- Is anyone else here or is it just us? - Ah.

Or are we on camera? Wait, am I gonna meet Hetty?

Heh. I doubt you'll meet Hetty today. She's off playing chess.

- Cool. - Come here.

Okay.

- Oh, this is stark. - Yeah.

It's our interrogation room.

So we're definitely on camera now. Hi, Mom.

Rose, could you please take a seat for a minute?

You're acting so formal.

I need to ask you a few questions.

Questions like what's my favorite movie?

Or questions like

where were you the evening of November 4th?

Somewhere in between,

but a little closer to the second one.

What?

You...

You're interrogating me?

Nate, do you think I had something to do with what happened at the morgue?

Please sit.

What is this?

Where did you get these?

These photographs were taken by the investigator Antonia Prietto hired.

Who's now dead.

Why am I in these pictures?

I was hoping you could tell me that.

So this is Rose's place.

I would've thought it would be more flowery.

I feel icky just being here. She's our friend.

How do you think Nate feels?

Have you ever had to interrogate someone you're close to?

Oh, yeah.

One time, there was this banker, she was wearing this sweet pantsuit.

- Very repressed, but I got her to... - Not talking about role-playing.

"Oh." Heh.

- Kens? - Yeah.

It's gonna be fine. It's Rose.

I know.

And the investigator was gonna tail everybody

- that works at the morgue anyway. - Exactly. This is just a formality.

- Deeks? - Yeah?

I found Lieutenant Prietto's morgue file.

Hello, Rose.

- You found it. - Yeah. On your dining room table.

What?

Well, I don't know how it got there.

Please tell me you can give us better than that.

Callen, I had nothing to do with preparing Lieutenant Prietto's body.

There's no reason his file would be in my house.

Wait, you went through my house?

You brought me here so they could go through my stuff?

- Rose, it's not like that. It's just... - What?

It's my job.

If you had nothing to do with Lieutenant Prietto,

why'd you sign his paperwork?

I didn't process this and that is not my signature.

Look, Nate.

- Here's the receipt for Sprinkles. - Sprinkles?

It's a cupcake place.

Nate took me to dinner last night, so I treated for dessert.

Can I see your driver's license?

She's telling the truth. It's pretty close

but that is not her signature on this file.

Eric and Nell found something.

Eric, you wanna tell them what you found?

Nell and I combed through the County Morgue files, like you asked.

In the last 18 months,

there's been a spike in the number of tissue donors.

They weren't all military, but each one was disease-free when they died

and buried by the Fairfield Manor Funeral Home.

And lan Bruckhurst's name is on all their morgue transfer orders.

So lan and the funeral home were working together.

Stealing tissue from dead bodies,

then turning around and selling them on black market.

And Lieutenant Prietto wasn't the only one.

Eric, I need you to trace lan Bruckhurst's cell for me.

Way ahead of you. He's at 4372 Santa Monica Boulevard.

That's the Fairfield Manor Funeral Home.

How do you wanna play this?

With a little help.

Okay.

Good afternoon and welcome to the Fairfield Manor Funeral Home

where we acknowledge a life and cherish a memory.

How may I help you?

Uh, my name is Beatrice Fitzpatrick.

And this is my son, Chester.

We need to make arrangements for Daddy.

Is the director available?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Please wait here while I fetch him.

You remember Felix, don't you, sweetheart?

I skinned him myself.

Please tell me you're in character.

Hello. I'm David Lerner. Uh, Mrs. Fitzpatrick?

Oh, yes, yes. And this is my son, Chester.

Your son.

Well, your father must have been a very tall man.

Don't pretend like you knew Daddy.

Oh, no, of course not.

Um, please follow me. I would love to show you the facility.

Hetty, Nate, keep him busy until we find lan.

And this is Felix.

He's almost like a second child to me.

I think we're good.

Kens, Deeks, you're good to move in.

Okay, that's a big oven.

And it's on.

I think someone's in there.

Quick, check to see if it's lan before the face melts off.

You check to see if it's lan before the face melts off.

- I don't want to. - I don't want to either.

- Do it. Son of a... - Not it.

- Unh! Ugh, that is not him. - Are you sure?

Yeah, no, I'm absolutely sure.

It's a woman who hopefully died very peacefully in her sleep. Yuck.

Okay.

What are you doing?

He could be hiding.

From who? He doesn't know we're looking for him.

- Eric. - Yep.

- Please call Ian's cell phone. - I'm on it.

What'd I say?

- You got me? - Mm-hm.

Uno, dos...

Oh. That's all kinds of dead.

Guess their partnership went south.

But we still don't know what they were doing with all the bone and tissue.

Then let's go find out.

So, Mrs. Fitzpatrick, now that I have a better sense of Daddy,

exactly what type of service did you have in mind?

Well, I've always envisioned palominos galloping alongside the procession.

And, um, doves.

Yes. Doves.

Of course.

That would be our platinum package. Wonderful choice.

It's very tasteful, yet it has that certain panache.

Yo!

- You David Lerner? - Yes, but I am with a client right now.

If you wouldn't mind stepping outside for a few minutes.

I do mind. You owe us money.

I am so sorry.

- Look. - Listen.

Ian Bruckhurst owes us money, but we can't find him.

He used you as collateral,

ergo, you owe us money and we're here to collect.

Yes, but you can't hold this gentleman accountable

- for someone else's debts. - Mummy's right.

Well, Mummy needs to mind her own damn business.

This man owes us 45 large.

Whatever for?

You need to learn when to shut your trap.

Shut my what?

Unless you want me to choke you out with that dog you got around your neck.

Excuse me. I demand to know what this is all about.

Oh, I'm sorry, shorty. I don't kiss and tell.

I think I've heard just about enough.

Chester, we're leaving.

No. Mrs. Fitzpatrick, please, I...

You ready to stop playing games?

I don't know who this lan person is

and I certainly don't have $45,000 for you.

He told us all about your little scam there at the morgue.

From what we hear, you're rolling in it.

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

We know all about Lieutenant Prietto.

Well, who doesn't? The guy's all over the news.

We know you stole his tissue and you did it to about 50 other people too.

Please, I...

All right, all right, but it was maybe half that number at best.

Then you got our money.

I don't have 45 grand. All I've got is lan's cut.

We'll take it.

All right, just gotta go to the office and, um...

Now, these I like.

This something I can reserve?

Port, arms.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Present, arms.

- We wanted to pay our respects. - Thank you again.

I'm sorry for the accusations, but I knew something wasn't right.

We're happy we could help you find the truth.

I couldn't have said goodbye to him without knowing.

You helped me find closure.

Well, your country owed you and your husband that much.

I won't forget this.

Hey, Nate.

Why don't you go talk to her?

Good luck, buddy.

Rose.

- Hi, Nate. - Hi.

I knew you were innocent.

I had to ask you those questions.

- It's my job. - I know.

I hope you can forgive me.

Me too.

Turns out a civilian was forging paperwork.

He was checking the tissue donor box

on dead Marines returning to Los Angeles.

The funeral parlor would reach out to the family,

then make sure the casket got sent to the morgue.

At which point, lan would forge Rose's signature and harvest the tissue.

The money must have been worth their while.

It's a booming business.

And bone and tissue from healthy bodies

goes for $200,000 a pop.

Mr. Granger pulled a couple of strings,

learned that Lieutenant Prietto

was killed in an ongoing classified mission.

That's why the Marines couldn't tell Antonia the truth about how he died.

It would've compromised the lives of too many Marines.

How's Mr. Getz?

He's been better. But he'll be fine.

Would you look in on him, Mr. Callen?

And give him this. Tell him he earned it.

- That's a good-looking chess set. - Mm-hm.

And, Mr. Hanna, would you please take a seat?

Ahem. I just want to commend you

on your undercover performance yesterday.

Your words sounded quite genuine.

Thank you, Hetty.

I hope you're not upset.

I'm sensing some hostility here.

Oh, Mr. Hanna. I'm just getting started.

What do you mean by "shorty"?