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HETTY: Tell me, Arkady,

why do they want you dead?

Because I would not give them their ship back.

What was on the boat?

The only true currency accepted everywhere in the world.

Oil.

More than $100 million.

That's enough to finance a war.

CALLEN: One more question.

Who's Anna?

Nice Russian girl.

Any update on the oil tanker?

Yeah, it's not there.

Weather satellite couldn't find it.

And the ship's transponder's been turned off.

I have a hunch this one isn't quite over with.

(laughter, dance music pulsating)

PHOTOGRAPHER: Love it, ladies, love it!

(whoops) Oh, beautiful.

Work for it.

Show me you want it, baby.

Show me you want it-- yes!

Love it, love it.

Yes.

Love it! Beautiful!

Love it.

Wonderful, ladies.

Wonderful!

Now... into the surf, ladies.

Love it! Get in the water!

Let's party! Oh, I love you!

Ay, yi, yi!

What's the problem now, Lexi?

I-I can't, Sebastian.

Turn the music off!

Come on, Lexi, get into the water. You're blowing it.

I almost drowned as a kid.

I got a thing about the ocean.

That doesn't even make sense.

You are a swimsuit model.

Or at least you were.

Lexi...

you are not special,

but you are wasting my time.

Now get your ass into this water, or get off my set!

There is nothing in this water that could...

Aah! Aah! Oh!

(yells)

(screams)

(screaming)

(all screaming, shrieking)

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I just don't get it.

Clearly, you don't understand the concept of friendship.

I'm the friend telling you

you're being used as an ATM machine.

I mean, what is it for this time?

Real estate? An invention?

A Ponzi scheme?

(Kensi chuckles)

You don't know, do you?

Gentlemen, help me out-- if you have a good friend

that's in a jam and needs a loan, what do you do?

KENSI: No, no, no, don't withhold information.

This friend has had several loans

which he has not paid back.

How many is "several"?

Three. How many?

Five.

What was that?

Seven. Aha, there it is.

If it were me, I'd tell him the bank is closed.

It depends what it's for.

But I would establish terms up front

so there's no pressure on either of us.

But you should never lend anything

that you actually expect to get back.

What was that?

Yeah, what was that?

What was what? CALLEN: That look.

Was that directed at me?

Well, since you brought it up.

My night vision goggles, my stun baton,

my new headphones...

You know those got blown up in Mexico.

You borrowed them. They're your responsibility...

You see what I'm saying. Very difficult.

SAM: That's why it's called "borrowing" and not a gift.

(whistles) We got a case, boys.

And girl.

Thank you.

My vintage Rolex.

You wanted that back?

Why wouldn't I want it back?

It's old.

It's vintage.

Deeks, Deeks. DEEKS: Yeah.

Uh, d-did you, uh...

did you check out the business plan for my new app?

I mean, come on, it's gonna be huge.

Yeah, no, about that, I-I can't do it, buddy.

You haven't paid back the last eight outstanding loans.

Loans? Loans.

Those were equity investments.

Right, partner?

Come on, whatever happened

to "if we're not failing, we're not trying," huh?

Yeah, I know, that sounds fantastic.

I just, I can't... I can't do it.

Sorry.

Equity's only gonna get more expensive.

You're gonna regret this.

I already do.

What?

This body washed up in Long Beach this morning.

Hands bound, two gunshots to the chest.

Coast Guard found three more bodies just like this

two miles off the coast, same scenario.

They were executed.

Any idea who they are?

Remember Arkady's missing oil tanker?

This is the crew.

Well, part of it.

So the tanker's been recovered.

No, just the bodies.

So there was either a mutiny on board,

or someone outside took control of the ship.

That tanker's carrying over $100 million in oil.

Whoever stole it wants to convert it into cash.

Or sail it into the harbor...

and boom.

Brother and sister that brokered the deal with Arkady?

Yeah, Patrick and Elia Berkeley?

Patrick is being held

until sentencing at Victorville Penitentiary.

He's charged with circumventing

U.S. economic sanctions against Russia.

Okay, what about the sister? Metro?

Redondo.

Comfort of her own home.

She did a deal.

Pinned the entire operation on her brother.

Wow.

Turns out oil's thicker than blood.

What about Arkady?

We got a bead on him?

Uh, well, the trackers that Hetty had installed

on his cars indicate that he's at home.

Well, the bodies aren't decomposed, yet,

so the ship could still be in the area.

We've looked everywhere.

It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

You guys handle the Berkeleys.

Start with Patrick, his sister double-crossed him--

he's got nothing to lose by speaking.

All right.

Might be difficult.

Patrick Berkeley was murdered this morning.

You're gonna have to start with Elia.

Better go deliver the bad news.

Think it's related?

Well, it could be just a prison incident,

or it could be more.

What I do know is

we got a second shot at finding that oil tanker.

Don't waste it.

You know, that leaves you, me and your favorite Russian.

Come on, you like him.

A little.

SAM: Yeah, keep it up.

Little bit?

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Awfully quiet.

Where are the guards?

Cars are here.

Still doesn't feel right.

What are you doing?

He rigged his car to explode.

What do you think he'll do to his house?

If I die because of Arkady's paranoia,

I deserve it.

(chuckles)

We got to get in there.

Could be bleeding out on the kitchen floor.

You don't want me to check it?

Where's your sense of adventure?

It's in here.

I just don't want it to splatter all over the driveway.

Uh-huh.

Good?

Clear.

It's all clear.

If Arkady brokered the deal for the oil,

there's got to be something here to lead us to it.

(chuckles)

Impressive.

You got something?

Smile for the camera.

It's a good thing he's paranoid.

SAM: The hell has he got in there,

blueprints to the Kremlin?

1-1-3-1.

CALLEN: He took his passport.

He's skipping town.

SAM: Why take a taxi?

Think he knows Hetty's tracking him?

(phone line ringing)

Hey, Callan. Eric.

Hey, what's up? What do you got?

Arkady got a taxi about two hours ago.

See if you can find out where they dropped him off.

On it. Yeah.

Well, something definitely has him freaked out.

He didn't wipe the hard drive on his security camera here.

SAM: Gotcha.

SAM: This guy.

(keypad beeping)

Documents, passports...

This could be anything.

SAM: Is that Resnikov?

His real name is Hans Schrieber.

Huh. Like I told you.

It's complicated.

So your old man helped people escape from Russia.

Yeah.

They sent him to the Gulag for that.

Guess I'm not the only one looking for answers.

It's pretty cool, your dad being a hero.

You got it honest.

What you got?

I'm not sure.

There's nothing in here to lead us to the oil.

Let's get out of here.

Arkady could be laughing at us right now.

DEEKS: Elia's still not picking up her phone.

So the Berkeleys inherit the family business,

they run it into the ground and end up economic sanctions.

Slippery slope. Yeah.

Question is-- why would Elia testify against her own brother?

Well, you're assuming they liked each other.

(knocks on door) Well, enough to go into business together.

Or maybe he told her to testify against him

to save her, you know what I mean?

Like a, like a personal sacrifice; an act of love.

Yeah, I would get that between a husband and a wife,

but a brother and sister?

(knocking)

Maybe they're both.

Ew! What?

It makes sense. Nothing you say makes sense.

Think about this.

This whole criminal empire is spawned

from the twisted frustration of forbidden lust.

Wow.

Thank you for that, Mr. Creepy.

That makes sense!

You know what I mean? She testified.

Okay, I'll give you they don't both have to go to prison.

Especially if they have business on the outside.

Right.

Like a hundred-million-dollar oil tanker.

This is the power of forbidden lust.

Deeks...

Three, two, one...

(Deeks exhales)

Kens?

(sighs)

We're too late.

So somebody wanted Elia and her brother out of the way.

DEEKS: Thank you, Steve. Appreciate it.

STEVE: You got it.

DEEKS: Well, the method is consistent

with the way the oil tanker crew was killed.

This is the second time somebody's tried to kill her.

This time? Not so lucky.

What about the hit man

from the Arkady sting a few weeks ago?

DEEKS: Nicolai Brantov.

Yeah, Callen thought he was working for the Russians.

Well, whoever he was working for,

they obviously haven't packed up and gone home.

(phone line ringing)

NELL: Kensi, what's happening with you guys?

Hey, Nell. Can you find out

exactly who Nikolai Brantov was working for?

Yeah, no problem. Great, thank you.

Yeah, I bet money whoever that is...

has the oil tanker.

Shotgun!

Gotcha.

Did you find the tanker?

Not yet.

If it's been unflagged,

it might be possible, but...

Kaleidoscope found Arkady's taxi.

GRANGER: Where?

ERIC: Dropped him off at a garage in Studio City.

Arkady enters...

And then, four minutes later...

Dasvidaniya, baby.

Some guys stash burn phones,

Arkady stashes burn vehicles.

Yeah. Insurance on all those extra cars

must be a nightmare. (chuckles)

Where is he now? Uh...

headed west on Ventura Boulevard.

GRANGER: All right, get that Intel to Callen and Sam.

Copy that. And find that tanker

before it shows up 50 yards off the Santa Monica pier.

(clicks tongue)

Ah, screw it.

(tires screeching)

You idiot!

Classic road rage.

(sighs) CALLEN: You see that, Sam?

SAM: Ah...

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I would think he wasn't happy to see us.

Always happy to see my guys,

but something tells me

this meeting is not by chance.

And by "something," I mean my home surveillance system.

SAM: Nice truck.

Is it new?

Since I last saw you and your boss, I seem to have

"bug" infestation.

They're in my cars, they're in my clothes...

I had to buy a new wardrobe.

New wardrobe. What is this, polyester?

Egyptian silk.

You like?

Not really.

Of course not.

European cut.

Going to war, Arkady?

Did I not teach you anything about being prepared?

Mm-hmm. 'Cause you never know

when a bazooka's gonna come in handy.

What is this?

Looks like worthless old coin.

SAM: What do you know

about Elia Berkeley's murder?

News to me. Uh...

Sounds like she's having bad month.

Oh, and her brother Patrick was murdered in prison

shortly after the crew from that oil tanker

washed up dead on the beach.

It's been a busy morning.

Somebody is sending message. Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe you better come with us.

If this is some kind of pushback

from that oil deal, you could be next.

Sweet of you to worry,

but if someone is not trying to kill me,

I'm not doing my job.

You don't have a job.

Your words sting,

but I know

it's because you care.

Now, if you'll excuse me... Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on. What's your hurry?

Last time we saw you,

you were begging for our protection.

And now you want nothing to do with us.

Don't take it personally.

Or do.

Either way, I have business to attend to.

Well, the weapons alone in this truck

are enough to bring him in, Sam.

SAM: Even worse,

he ran a red light.

Mm-hmm.

Your move, Big Man.

(chuckles)

Always nice to spend time with comrades.

Lead the way.

Eric, what do you got?

Take a look at this.

(sighs) I initiated a search

in the visitation system at Victorville Prison,

see if we could catch a break.

You know, maybe Patrick Berkeley had a visitor,

or a phone call.

Shot in the dark.

Did you get any hits?

No, we did not.

But I did find something odd.

Three phone calls went out from a land line

between 3:12 a.m. and 3:42 a.m.

From where, exactly, inside the prison?

Third floor, "D" block.

Now, there's not a lot

of normal phone traffic around that time.

You know, a couple... (clicks tongue)

...booty calls and what not.

But who's making calls

that early in the morning,

from a land line, in prison?

Mr. Marty Deeks?

Uh, prison personnel?

Well, that's not that odd.

Guards working third shifts keep weird hours. So what?

All right, but add it to the fact that the call was placed

to a cell phone at this location.

KENSI: That's Arkady's address.

It is indeed.

I did a search for everyone with access to

that land line in "D" Block

and I came up with this guy.

Meet Sergeant Charles Turner.

Currently a guard

at Victorville Penitentiary.

But back in '08,

worked security for one Mr. Arkady Kolcheck.

This could mean Arkady's the one

that put the hit out on Patrick Berkeley.

We have an address for Turner?

Already in your phones.

Good job. Keep Callen and Sam in the loop.

Yep.

NELL: Hey, guys.

You asked if we could find out anything on the hit man

that tried to take the Berkeleys out.

Nikolai Brantov?

Unfortunately, we did.

He was working as a gun for hire, specializing in

"send a message"-type contracts.

He was busted a year ago on gun charges.

And guess who bailed him out?

Ivan Karposev?

Yep. KENSI: This man's a butcher.

Talk about a bad day getting worse.

Do we even know if Karposev's in the country?

NELL: We haven't clocked him yet,

but given the excessive violence,

it's definitely his style.

Any chance Arkady hired Brantov away from Karposev?

Very doubtful, Mr. Deeks.

HETTY: Ivan Karposev

is the kind of man you don't double-cross

and live to tell the tale.

Karposev tortured and murdered four federal agents

in a weapons trafficking sting last year.

He even went so far as to force an agent

to kill his own men by lowering them

into a vat of hydrochloric acid.

HETTY: The man has

no regard for life.

That's why you'll always be

at a disadvantage with him.

Karposev's after the oil tanker.

I think the question is...

does he already have it?

Two people associated with the ship are dead

and Arkady is connected with at least one of their murders.

Yeah, but we don't know

if Arkady or Karposev killed Elia Berkeley.

We don't even know if Karposev is in the mix.

Yeah, but what if he is?

And he has the tanker?

Then a dangerous threat just got more powerful.

Let's let him sweat.

If Eric and Nell come up with a concrete link

between Arkady and Elia Berkeley,

we'll bring the house down on him.

You see the way he reacted when I showed him this coin?

Oh, yeah.

I'm going to try and run it down.

I'm good.

I got this.

Wow.

Pretty nice for a prison guard.

You could afford it

if you weren't being such a sugar daddy.

What are you talking about?

I gotta keep my ladybird happy.

Oh, I'm not talking about myself.

I am referring to the mooch you call a friend.

Wow. Kind of walked into that one.

Yes, you did. See that?

KENSI: Uh-huh.

KENSI: Hey. See what I see?

Oh, yeah.

That is the definition of probable cause.

Mm-hmm.

On three.

One, two, three.

DEEKS: Clear!

Clear.

Wow.

Turner's got boxes full of cash

back here, which means he either likes to make it rain,

or he's hustling on the side.

Deeks?

DEEKS: Yeah.

(whistles) Looks like Turner's making a killing

selling contraband to the inmates.

Captive buyers.

Supply and demand.

TURNER: Listen up!

I'm a cop and I'm armed!

We're federal agents!

We just want to talk, Turner.

(door opens, rapid footsteps)

He's running.

DEEKS: Split up! Yep!

(grunting)

Ow!

Deeks, you okay?

Yeah.

Ah... no, I'm fantastic.

(Deeks whoops) KENSI: All right.

What, are you living out your pro wrestling fantasy? Huh?

You know, I'd be lying

if I said that didn't feel awesome.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

You have a tracking device on me, too, Hetty?

I was just wondering

why my employee wasn't

on the job.

Law requires that I take a one-hour lunch

plus two 15 minute breaks every day.

Well, I'll let it slide,

if we consider this a working lunch.

That is what I'm trying to figure out.

Ooh! Vladimir Lenin.

Special edition. Very rare.

This was minted, but never circulated.

You know it was rumored that Lenin was

critical of Russia in his private life.

Meaning?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Obviously, it meant

something to these people.

And possibly your father.

This whole thing with Arkady

and Hans Schrieber and my father, I...

Arkady knows more than he's telling me.

Was I meant to find this?

Anything's possible with that man.

Don't let the personal get in the way of the professional,

Mr. Callen.

And if they're all wrapped up together?

Pray they're not.

What's up?

Thanks. No problem.

Wow, he's still out cold, huh?

(laughs): Are you gloating?

Listen, why don't you go, uh, distract

the guard with your cleavage?

(quietly): Really?

I'm gonna use the defibrillator

to wake him up.

What if it doesn't work?

What are you talking about? Your cleavage always works.

(chuckles)

I was talking about the defibrillator.

Well, then he dies.

And we harvest his organs, make a killing,

move to Mexico. Ready?

Done.

(defibrillator machine whirring)

All right. Clear!

Wait! Don't.

Oh, look at that-- and the Oscar goes to Turner.

How do you know Arkady Kolcheck?

Who?

Used to work security for him.

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

All right, clear! Wait!

KENSI: You better start knowing, otherwise

we're gonna jump-start your memory for you.

Arkady paid me to get some information from an inmate.

Patrick Berkeley. Why did you kill him?

I didn't.

I just let some other inmates in

to press him and... it went south.

So you did kill him.

What was Arkady looking for?

Listen, Turner,

we know that Berkeley told you something and you called Arkady.

Hmm. Wow.

Which gang is more prominent at Victorville?

Is it the Latin Kings?

Yeah, I think it's the Latin Kings.

Remember, they got that big bust recently?

It was, like, 50 kilos of cocaine on the border?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Congratulations, Turner.

On what?

On your cushy new job as the librarian

when you become an inmate.

You know, for snitching to the cops.

You can't do that.

Oh, watch us.

Hey...

so why don't you tell us what it is that Berkeley told you?

(defibrillator whirring)

Berkeley said there was a backup

GPS system on some ship.

There's a laptop pinging its location.

Where?

His sister's house.

If Arkady has that laptop, he knows where the tanker is.

I'll call Callen and Sam.

Oh, uh... (clears his throat)

good luck on the inside.

Don't drop that soap!

What if Elia didn't give up the laptop

and Arkady couldn't find it before he had to bug off?

It could still be at the house. It's worth a shot.

Find that laptop, find the tanker.

Back to Elia's.

I told you last time I hate this tiny room.

How much longer do I have to stay here?

As soon as you tell me about your buddy Charles Turner.

Who is Turner?

Prison guard.

Victorville.

Do I look like I associate with prison guards?

This prison guard called your cell phone.

Must've been a wrong number.

The call lasted three minutes and 22 seconds.

Where is Callen?

He'll be here.

Am I being charged with something?

I'm busy man.

Due time, due time.

I thought we were friends.

No, Callen and I are friends.

He lets you hang around

because of some ties to the past.

You're just a source to me.

So if you have somewhere to be, you're not gonna make it there

unless you start answering my questions.

Okay.

Ask questions.

Where is the oil tanker?

If I knew, I would tell you.

Where's Elia Berkeley's laptop?

(both chuckling)

(mutters)

Hmm? (grunts)

Yeah.

(groaning)

Not as fast as you used to be, Arkady.

This is out of character, even for you.

You're desperate.

Tell me why. (groaning)

You need to let me out of here.

Tell me why.

(grunting)

Suit yourself.

Make yourself comfortable.

You're gonna be here a while.

Elia had to have been trying to get back in on that oil deal.

Well, she's got a hundred million reasons to try.

And she obviously didn't know they were coming after her

or she would've gone into hiding.

Clearly the Berkeleys didn't know

who they were getting in bed with.

Kens!

Get down!

You okay? (groans, laughs)

My bruises are gonna heal faster than my hearing.

Did you hit him?

Yeah, I think I winged him.

Car didn't have any plates on it.

(groans)

(loudly): I said I think I winged him; the car...

Yeah, I heard you!

Okay, you don't have to, you don't have to yell about it.

My ears are fine.

(door closes)

Arkady give up anything?

He took a swing at me.

What?!

Can you believe that?

(laughs)

He's pretty spry for an old guy.

What you gonna do?

I have the distinct feeling that Arkady's running out of time.

(computer chirps)

Hey, guys.

What do you have, Eric?

Footage of Arkady outside

of Elia Berkeley's house this morning.

Took me a while to round up all the neighbor's security footage.

Thank you, Eric.

My pleasure.

Hate to say it, but it looks like

Arkady took out Patrick and Elia Berkeley.

Arkady's a broker.

He's not a buyer or a seller.

Maybe he was trying to put the deal back together,

and someone got to the Berkeleys first.

The same person who T-boned Kensi and Deeks?

It's got to be Karposev.

Why would Arkady be so desperate to get out of here?

He could just kick back,

let us take care of Karposev.

There's got to be another reason.

You're holding me against my will.

This is not legal.

Holding a murder suspect is plenty legal.

Murder? What murder?

No, not just one-- Patrick and Elia Berkeley.

Prison guards kill inmates all the time.

Had nothing to do with me.

Doesn't explain Elia.

We have footage

placing you outside her house before she was murdered.

Elia was alive when I got there, and when I left.

Where's the laptop?

Better yet, what's on it?

You working with Ivan Karposev?

I thought you guys were supposed to be smart.

Then why don't you enlighten us?

You want the tanker?

Oh, you know where to find it.

GPS location.

I'll verify it.

We're wasting time.

I know you know what that is.

I saw the same image

on the clippings you gave me from Hans Schrieber.

We use these coins to identify refugees wanting

to escape from Russia.

They would hand them to me...

...and I knew I could trust them.

Who gave the refugees the coins?

The man on the other end.

My father?

Possibly.

But I cannot say for sure, Callen.

What happened to Elia Berkeley?

Karposev didn't want any complications with the oil sale.

Sadly, Elia was a complication.

And what about you?

Karposev cannot touch me.

Benefits of being connected.

Prove to me

that you're not just trying to pin all this Karposev.

I have an associate on the crew.

Check my phone.

Remember the girl?

Anna.

Anna.

Yes.

Karposev sent a video.

She's in danger.

Well, this associate must be pretty important

for you to stick your neck out like this.

I am loyal to the people who work for me.

I don't buy it.

It is true.

You guys all right?

Still in one piece.

Okay, LAPD got a call about a shooting.

DEEKS: Wait a minute.

Isn't that the car that rammed us?

There's Ivan Karposev.

DEEKS: The Devil himself.

Look at this shoulder-- I knew I winged him.

DEEKS: Tell me he's not gonna...

Mm-hmm.

(clears throat)

That guy was supposed to find the laptop and didn't deliver.

This is what happens when you come back empty-handed.

KENSI: Arkady didn't kill Elia.

Karposev did.

I'll call the guys.

(anxious gasping)

CALLEN: He's telling the truth.

Her name's Anna.

If Arkady didn't kill Elia,

he probably didn't kill Patrick, either.

So I triple-checked Arkady's GPS coordinates--

it's the middle of the Sahara Desert.

He's playing us.

No, he's too desperate to play us.

He's bargaining.

He wants something in return.

It's time to find out what it is.

It's funny...

coordinates you gave us put the tanker

in the middle of the Sahara Desert.

Must have been typo.

Try again.

No typos this time.

No typos...

if you take me with you.

By the time you find Karposev,

he will have unloaded the oil, and he will be gone.

And your associate with him.

Does not have to be this way.

Deal?

Deal.

I have your word?

You just have to trust us. Okay.

Let's do this.

Come on.

ERIC: Ready when you are.

Latitude: 33.4.

Longitude: 118.2.

That's San Pedro.

Ship's still in port, in L.A.

He stays with the truck. We had deal.

The deal was we bring you with us. And we did.

Now the deal is you stay here. Let's move.

♪ ♪

One, two, three.

KENSI: Must be the remaining crew members.

Deeks, $100 million in oil is about a million barrels, right?

I mean, I don't have my Acme oil converter,

but according to Eric and Nell, yeah, that's about right.

KENSI: There's only 97 barrels here.

That means we're too late.

Callen, Sam, Karposev's already moved the oil.

Shooter!

DEEKS: Split up.

DEEKS: Down!

(man groans)

KENSI: Stay down.

Stay down.

Let's go! Turn over.

I got him, Kens.

Deeks!

Yeah?

This place is rigged to blow.

How much time?

I don't see a timer.

They haven't set a detonator, yet.

All right, let's get him to Sam and Callen now.

(man grunts, groans)

Clear. What you mean, "clear"?

You almost got yourself shot.

We told you to stay in the truck.

Where's the guard?

I'm still plenty fast for old man.

KENSI (over radio): Callen, Sam, we're coming in.

Who's this?

We found him rigging the ship to blow.

Get down.

Where is rest of crew?

Karposev got to them before we got here.

Was there woman? No, there was no woman.

W-What is he doing here?

Told him to wait in the car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

Where is she?! Where is my Anna?!

What do you mean "your Anna"?

She's your daughter.

Yes, Callen.

She is my daughter.

And this man knows where she is.

SAM: Where's Karposev?

Where's the girl?

Fine.

He's all yours, Arkady.

Let's go. Wait, wait, wait!

Karposev took her with him.

Where?

To Russia.

That's where the auction for the oil's taking place.

Where is the oil now?

It's gone.

We off-loaded most of it

onto three smaller tankers, out at sea.

(laughing): You'll never find them.

The ships were never flagged.

Don't know where they're from, where they're going.

So why'd you bring the ship back to L.A.?

Where's the rest of the oil?

The cartels bought the rest.

We were set to sail the ship

back to sea and blow it with the oil we kept.

And the world thinks the oil blew with it.

Makes for an easier sell.

Karposev sells that oil for $100 million,

he becomes a next-level threat.

My contacts in Russia can track Karposev,

if only...

you help me find my daughter Anna.

I don't like it.

Arkady's contacts may be our best shot at getting Karposev.

Okay.

Find Anna, we find Karposev, stop the sale.

I hate to admit it,

but we need him.

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

CALLEN: I hope you like vodka.

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