All language subtitles for NCIS_ Los Angeles 11x06 - A Bloody Brilliant Plan (English)

- I want out.
- I'll help you cut ties

with the North Koreans and we'll work

with Justice on your incarceration.

- We need your help.
- That's what I'm here for.

It's what's keeping me from being

locked away in federal prison.

I am so sorry

I missed the opportunity
to be your father.

Right, Mr. Cooper, if you'd be
so kind as to open the door

and turn off the alarm,
it'd be much appreciated.

Anyone ever tell you
your breath smells like cat pee?

Sorry about that.

Hey, a word of caution.

Don't enter the panic code on the alarm.

Wouldn't want the cops to see
what you got in there,

would you? Huh?

Go to hell.

All right, all right, all right.

Now, if you would... and with haste...

open the safe.

I ever find out who's behind that mask,

I'm gonna kill your wife,
your kids, your mother.

I'm gonna your dog.

No, I-I understand...

it's all a bit distasteful, isn't it?

Here... you do love your head, right?

- What?
- Your head.

You know, y-you like it, yeah?

Uh, you know, you think with it,

you enjoy food with your mouth,

music with your ears.

Be a shame

- to blow it off.
- Well, you do that,

you'll never get inside the safe.

Now, Mr. Cooper,

it would be remiss of me not to point out

that I can do the old snippy ten times

before moving on to more...

delicate places.

So open...

the bloody safe.

Wow. Look at at that.

Hurry up.

Oh, I got to say there's something lovely

about a robbery that goes well.

Something scrumptious about it.

Hello, mate.

Bet these costumes make it
easier to pull the birds, eh?

Might have to keep this one.

Do one.

Oh, my God.

It's all here, you ugly bastard.

All yours.

I didn't think your girlfriend
could pull it off.

He called Frankie your girlfriend.

Just set up the meet.

Frankie?

Hello, mate. So good to hear your voice.

Oh, I am eternally grateful, mate.

Give him a kiss for me, sir?

Oh, it was nothing, really.

It was quite pleasant, actually.

Cooper folded like a T-shirt.

Means a lot to me, mate.

Well, look, uh, I'll see you
in 16 hours, mate.

Let's get your girl back.

From your mouth to God's ears.

- Safe travels.
- Oh, come on.

Frankie, when this is all over,
remind me, would you?

Ah.

Remind me to stick a knife
in Andy's neck.

Yeah. Of course. You can bank on it.

- Oh, I can get it.
- You're a pair of mugs.

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You sure Deeks' C.I. said this is where

the buy was gonna take place?

Mm-hmm. I mean, that's the minivan.

License plate matches.

You want to move in?

No, I don't.

You want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

Talk about why I'm here with you

and Callen is forced
to work with Deeks today.

Just changing it up.

You do know that a large part
of my job is determining

who's lying to me and who's not?

And I think you're lying.

Spill it.

Little friction with my partner.

Okay. Over what?

Went to a Halloween party last night.

Callen shows up dressed as a clown.

You know I have a little
thing about clowns.

Oh, that's right.

You're terrified of clowns.

I'm not terrified of 'em.
I just don't like 'em.

- That's all.
- Okay.

Then, this morning, he shows up
wearing a red clown nose.

- Why?
- To annoy me, I guess.

That's the only explanation.

So I told him to ride with Deeks.

- Annoy him, you know...
- Over that?

Callen has lost his Hellcat privileges.

You think that riding in the Hellcat

is a privilege?

No, it's...

No, it's a privilege
to ride in the Hellcat.

Doesn't look like these guys are showing.

What do you think? We should,
uh, move in and pick 'em up?

You know what, guys?

Not cool. Too far.

This is disrespectful.

I'm out.

Gosh.

Just so incredibly inappropriate.

You want me to talk to them?

No, I'm gonna handle this.

Okay.

That's hysterical.

Good to see that you're starting...

If you're four years old.

Uh, okay.

They're heading out. Moving in.

- Federal agents. Come out slowly.
- Federal agents.

Hands in the air.

- Get out. Hands in the air.
- Hands up.

Put your hands on the van.

Turn around.

Put your hands on the van. Let's go.

Don't you move.

There's nothing.

It's empty?

I guess it is, isn't it?

Get in the car.

- Let's go. Come on.
- Get in the car.

- Get in the car.
- Let's go.

Okay.

Here's what we know.

Your boss, Andy...

He's not our boss.

Most assuredly not.

He used to be.

Yeah, decades ago.

They were dark times.

- Yeah.
- Okay. Your partner.

No, I'm afraid
that's not correct, either.

Absolutely not correct.

Or, as I like to say, incorrect.

All right. Your friend.

No, we don't like him at all.

Mm, 20 years ago, I would have
pulled out his heart,

grilled it and had it for breakfast.

Oh, speaking of breakfast,
don't happen to have

a spot of tea, do you?

No, we don't have a spot of tea for you.

- No tea?
- Here's what we do know.

Andy Green is an arms dealer.

Slash thief.

He stole the MAHEM weapons system.

- Oh. What's that do?
- It fires

projectiles of molten metal
to penetrate armored vehicles.

- Sounds nasty.
- Very Star Wars-y.

He's trying to sell it.

It should have been in that van.
Where is it?

Dunno.

Enjoy the next 15 years
in federal prison.

Uh, hold on, lads.

Think we could do with your help.

Yeah, you do.

Look, but it's not about that.

Andy... we know him.

We worked with him back in the '90s.

Few months ago,
he stole this MAHEM thing,

and apparently, tried to sell it,

but wanted too much do-re-mi.

Too much money... do-re-mi.

So this guy, Steve McMillan...
he comes along,

tells me to get Andy to sell
that company on the deal,

but I didn't want to go back.
I changed my life.

He's on the straight and
narrow. Done a great job.

- Thanks, mate.
- Well, you did the work.

So, anyway, I told him to bugger off.

Next thing...

someone took my daughter, Angela.

McMillan comes to me.

He says they'll give her back

if I get Andy to sell this,
uh, weapons system.

- So you told Andy to sell the rocket?
- Yeah.

Apparently, wanted too much money for it,

and wanted me to pay the difference.

So that's where I come in.

So I acquired the necessary funds

from a despicable criminal in London,

sent it over across the pond,

and then joined my mate here
to get his daughter back.

We went up to Santa Clarita,
we dropped off the rocket.

We're waiting in the street,

and was gonna do the exchange
of my daughter,

and you boys turned up
and jaspered the whole thing.

Hey. Translate.

Yeah, you screwed it all up.

Oh. Thank you for that.

- You're welcome.
- They spotted the old bill.

English?

We invented English. It's our language.

We can do with it what we want.

They made you. They done a runner.

I didn't get me daughter back...

thanks to you boys.

Top of the morning to ya.

Think I found something to
help our fuddle inquiry here.

So I spoke to Scotland Yard,

and they filled me in on our little...

Nell?

No, this is Fatima.

Nel's up in San Fran with her mum.

Why does everybody
in Ops still have an accent?

What did Scotland Yard say?
Without the accent.

Sorry, uh...

Sorry. Ricky and Frankie

used to be arch criminals,

but they've been upstanding
citizens for a while now.

Frankie even volunteers at
the hospital in Yorkshire.

Andy Green is another story.

He's wanted for illegal arms sales,

racketeering and murder.

The Brits want him
extradited immediately.

Good guys making bad decisions
for the right reasons.

Seems a little bit like us.

Update on your friend Micky:

He's a complete idiot.

More than you'll ever know.

He gave us the address
for the daughter pick-up,

but not the weapons sale.

So the stories line up.

Come on. You've got to Adam and Eve us.

- What?
- Adam and Eve 'em,

Believe 'em.

It's Cockney rhyming slang.

Adam and Eve... believe.

- Enough.
- Righto, guvnor.

Begs your pardon.

So your cooperation will go a long way.

Well, I don't care about that.

Just want to get my girl back.

And hopefully you guys
can help me do that.

Look... we need to recover
the weapons system.

And we want to help you
save your daughter.

So we're partners, then.

That's great.

That's going a little far.

Oh. Individuals working in harmony

to achieve the same goals.

I would offer that's quite accurate.

So you have no idea who stole
the MAHEM weapons system

or who took your daughter.

Well, I would start with McMillan.

He's the go-between. He knows everybody.

Fatima.

McMillan may be involved
in the illegal arms trade.

Sending this Steve McMillan.

The DMV photo's on your phone.

I'll do a deeper dive if it's not him.

That's him, 100%, yeah.

It's absolutely him.

So Fatima's the name
of your supercomputer, is it?

Yeah. Something like that.

Ah, that's very cool.

Kens, Deeks...

Talk to Steve McMillan.

- Bring Ricky and Frankie.
- Got ya.

It'll keep McMillan from
playing dumb, it will.

Sorry. I couldn't help it.

I can't stop.

Bob's your uncle.

Tallyho.

Kens.

Stay here.

Ready?

Federal agents!

Kens.

Fatima, we got a GSW.
We need an ambulance now.

Hey. Hey.

Do you hear me? Who did this to you?

Bottoms.

Bottoms? Okay. Who's Bottoms?

Bottoms who? Hey.

Clear.

Hey, guys, I looked around the house,

there's no cameras inside.

We've got one out front.

Looks like McMillan knew
the person at the front door.

Yeah, they used him
to get him to open the door.

No faces on the other guys.

McMillan grabbed him by the throat,

so you should have the FBI run
DNA of McMillan's fingernails.

All right, I'll talk to them.

Tracking McMillan's GPS,

it looks like he went
to the same location

several days a week in Lake Sherwood.

That big ol' rock star mansion.

Looks like a party.

Send me the info.

Looks like he went there all the time.

- I don't know him.
- I do.

Super Fat Willie's.

- What?
- Most people call him Super Fat.

He runs a big poker game out of that room

Five, six tables, all Brits.

So McMillan likes to gamble.
Somebody there might know him.

Let's go in and take a look.

Ain't gonna happen.

Them players will be thick as thieves.

Yeah, they'll never talk to you.

When I asked him who shot him,
he said Bottoms.

Okay. Well, we find a guy named Bottoms

that has a connection
in the arms business.

Well, maybe it's a card cheat.

Somebody who deals
from the bottom of the deck.

Might be somebody in that game.

Frankie was a card cheat, weren't ya?

- Yeah. Damn fine one.
- So that's perfect.

You go in, spot the card cheat,
we got our guy.

Well, I mean, yeah,
you know, we can vouch for you,

but if you ain't a
subject of Her Majesty,

you are not getting in.

What? Are you kidding me?

You're telling me we can't
do the accent well enough

to get through the door?

A couple of phrases
at the card table, right?

- I've seen Mary Poppins.
- Please.

Huh?
Besides, it's our only option. Gentlemen.

Well... you're gonna have to look

a little bit more different than that.

You look like you're going
skateboarding or something.

It's a poker game, mate.

All right.

You're gonna need the proper clothes.

It's all got to be right.

Callen, you're from Deptford.

Sam, family's from Peckham.

Kensi, you're a Bromley twist-and-twirl.

Twist-and-twirl?

Twist-and-twirl means girl

Ah.

Deeks, you're from Croydon.

The jewelry, the cologne...

everything has to be authentic
down to the last detail.

We're also gonna need jam jars...

real fine English cars.

That'll help us get
in the door, big time.

Thank you.

Welcome. Come on. Come on in.

Take a seat.

Welcome, sir.

All right, lads.

- Joining.
- Whoa.

Hang on a minute. Let
me, uh, let me toss in.

- Of course, mate.
- All right.

There you go. Thanks, Red.

I'm down. Lovely.

Nice.

- Another deal, sir?
- I'm good.

All right. Very good, then.

Give me an Irish whiskey.

That one.

Thanks.

Oh, brings back memories.

Makes me itchy to get back in the game.

Go easy, son. What'd you see?

Ah, right.

So, the ginger dealer
is definitely a cheat.

He's working with the older lady.

Truth is, I think
the whole place is a cheat.

I think Super Fat's running one big con.

I'm gonna look around some more.

Don't lose it all.

All right. I'm gonna pop outside then.

All right.

NCIS, mate.

That is a terrible accent.

What's your name?

Michael Giger.

Michael Giger, you friends
with Steven McMillan?

Never heard of him.

So that's how this is gonna be, huh?

Yeah, looks like it is.

- How you doing? Deal me in, will you?
- Hi.

Yep.

Tony, table four.

Oh, hello there.

Hey.

- Federal agents.
- What? Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What's all this about?

Nothing serious, just the murder
of Steve McMillan.

Well, I know nothing about that.

You don't know a Steve McMillan,
Mr. Albert Goshman?

I never said that.

You didn't say that you didn't know him.

There's a lot I didn't say.

- Do you know a Steve McMillan?
- I don't recall.

Do you not know Steve McMillan?

That doesn't sound good.

- Hold that lack of thought.
- Okay. Yep.

No, no, no, no, no. Not the face.

Not in the face. Look, veneers.

Whoa!

What the hell?

Come here.

Enough! Stop!

We're federal agents.
What's going on here?

This one's been cheating.

He's been copping aces from that table,

and playing them over here.

You got to be kidding me.

Look in his pocket.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Please accept my utmost apologies.

What are you thinking?

It's old habits, you know.

Cheating's a reflex.

I mean, it's like breathing, really.

This is a nightmare.

Did they say where my girl was?

Well, obviously, we got interrupted.

And they're a little reluctant.

That's okay, I can be very persuasive.

So neither one of you has
ever been called "Bottoms"?

No.

Either one of you ever heard
the other one called "Bottoms"?

- Yeah, him. Cheater, he is.
- That's his name, low-life scoundrel.

Give me five minutes
on me Jack Jones with them,

I'll get it out of 'em.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

Why don't you tell me
what Jack Jones means?

I know what Jack Jones means.

It's a tome... phone

to make him groan?

Jack Jones means alone.

Enough of the rhyming, all right?

I hate rhyming.

Suppression of our culture, that is.

Wouldn't hurt him to learn something new.

Just out of curiosity,
how were you planning

on getting them to talk?

- Got a crowbar? I'll show you.
- I thought so.

Let's get these two out of here.

- We'll deal with this at the boatshed.
- All right,

- let's go, come on.
- Gentlemen.

I like it. Shall we?

In private, eh?

Got a crowbar in there, do ya?

- Hammer?
- We're not doing that.

- It's quite effective.
- No!

You know what really works?
Dentist drill, right?

We're not drilling anyone's teeth.

Oh. Just trying to lend
some expert advice.

Let's go.

Soft, these Americans, eh?

You blokes are very set in your ways.

Reminds me of me mum.

Oh, can I drive the Rolls?

- No!
- Hey, y'all.

We got the DNA sample back from the lab.

We just need a sample
from the card cheats.

That'll lead to warrants,
lawyers, a lot of time.

Yeah, time we don't have.

Whoever has the MAHEM weapons
system is gonna want

to move it or sell it
as fast as possible.

See, he's talking to
Fatima the supercomputer

through a little transmitter in his ear.

- I know.
- Truth is, we only have

to make them think we have their DNA.

All we have to do is get the
cheaters to drink from a glass.

Just got to do it fast.

Drink fast? Well, that's easy.

Anybody got any nice Irish whiskey?

Yeah, like pigs to slop.

This is not such a big deal, fellas.

We're just talking.

Nobody's gonna get in trouble.

Compliments of our boss, Henrietta Lange.

What?

Well, say thank you to Ms. Lange for us.

- Yeah.
- To a damn fine lady.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. Cheers.

Cheers.

Oh, yeah.

- All right.
- Yeah.

I do hope you're not trying
to get us drunk.

'Cause that is

a tall hill to climb, that is, my friend.

You're gonna need a lot more
than that little bottle.

Yes.

- Cheers.
- Is there a reason

we're being left out?

All right!

Closing time, gentlemen.

What is that?

- Evidence bags.
- Yeah, you put things in there

you might want to present at a trial.

Yeah, like fingerprints
at a murder scene.

Or DNA from under a victim's fingernails.

Thanks. I'll take these to the lab.

Mmm.

Ah...

Well, we got a new grand
champion of bad decision-making.

Results are in, gentlemen.

Come with me.

Come on.

Get up.

What's going on?

He's letting him go.

What?

Come upstairs with us.

Sit down.

Why'd you let him go?

'Cause you are

the winner, winner, chicken dinner.

Free lifetime membership
in federal prison,

- gym fees included.
- Your DNA matches the DNA

found under Steve McMillan's fingernails.

Wasn't me.

Well, despite some common misconceptions,

science doesn't lie.

Thing is, we know you were just there

to let the bad guys in the door.

DNA don't lie.

It wasn't me.

I don't know what to tell you.

Well, you help us get the others,

maybe you only spend a few years.

You only gave the others
access to McMillan.

You didn't kill him.

You shouldn't do the time.

I...

didn't... do it.

You really gonna throw away
your life for these guys?

Come on, don't be stupid.

Okay.

They threatened my younger kid brother.

Showed me a picture with crosshairs

- over his head.
- Who was it?

North Koreans, I think.

- Dangerous guys.
- You don't have the name?

No. Sorry.

They've got my daughter. Give me a name!

I've got this covered!

Let him speak!

- I don't have one!
- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey! Hey! I don't have one!
- A name!

Hey!

I didn't want to know his name.

I just wanted them
not to shoot my brother.

He's 19 years old.

- Are we good?
- Yeah.

Where's Giger?

I zip-tied him to the table.

You sure they're North Korean?

Steven yelled it at me
when they killed him.

- Said they were spies.
- That makes sense

why they'd want the MAHEM weapons system.

Once they had Ricky and his daughter,

McMillan, the go-between,
he was expendable, right?

They were cleaning their tracks.

I can do this police stuff. I really can.

You definitely found your calling.

We need to get a sketch artist
down here; maybe we can match it

to one of our North Korean
assets here in the U.S.

I know someone we could use for that.

I bet you she's available.

Hey.

It's good to see you.

It's good to see anybody.

Looks like living in the country
has served you well.

Yeah, I started a garden,
if you can believe it.

- Good for you.
- Yeah.

I got two carrots and a potato,

until everything turned yellow and died.

- The secret's composting.
- Really?

Yeah. I'm English... we know gardens.

Hmm.

I'm Frankie.

This is Ricky Dorsey.

His daughter, Angela Dorsey,

was taken by a group
of North Korean spies,

so he could use his influence

to help them acquire this.

It uses magnets to fire molten
metal through steel armor.

A rail gun that shoots lava.

- Yeah.
- Did they get it?

Yeah.

- Look, how can she help us?
- Let's just say

that she is an expert
in North Korean spies.

Well, let's show her the sketch.

Yeah.

Yeah. I know him.

His name is Seok Nahng.

He's in the U.S.
under one of a dozen aliases.

Sam, Callen, we're gonna have

to make a deal if I'm gonna do this.

Can we talk in private?

Give her what she wants, please.

What is it that you want?

I just didn't want to talk
in front of him.

What is it?

Listen, Seok Nahng was praised
by Kim Jong-un for his ability

to collect information
during interrogations.

He was singled out for torturing people.

He's a sadist.

That guy's daughter's
probably already dead.

And that might be a good thing.

We might have a little bit of time.

Yeah? Why is that?

Trying to get the MAHEM weapons
system out of the country

is too difficult and too risky.

The North Koreans
have engineers here already,

so they'll be spending time
with the weapon,

deconstructing it,
downloading all the code

from inside its computers
and sending the intelligence out

over the Internet back to Pyongyang.

They don't want to build just one weapon.

- They want to build hundreds of weapons.
- Exactly.

Good morning, ladies and gents.

Fatima. Enough with the accents,
all right? It's exhausting.

That's Fatima?

Obviously, she's a virtual interface

created by the supercomputer.

Don't know what that's about, but...

Anyways, uh, we took the list
of aliases for Seok Nahng

that Jennifer Kim gave us.

We found two U.S. passports...
one for Michael Lee

and one for Michael Park.

Eh, so, take a look there, gentlemen.

Sorry, I couldn't help it.

Michael Lee and Michael
Park are the same person.

And they're both Seok Nahng.

You've never seen him?

No. Are you sure that's him?

Absolutely.

I've met him.

We found the cell phone

from Michael Park, and we
traced it back to a Chevy Tahoe

parked outside a warehouse in Pacoima.

That's a good place to start.

- Sent the GPS to your car.
- I'll meet you gentlemen there.

Tahoe's here.

Phone is still inside.

I don't see anybody inside,
but it's a big place.

- Let's breach.
- Yeah.

Yes.

Have fun with that.

Federal agents!

Clear.

Clear.

- Clear.
- Clear.

They're not here.

Yeah, but they were here.

It's what Jennifer Kim said.

They had engineers deconstructing
the weapons system.

I didn't see them leave
on the security cameras.

There's a window right there
they could have jumped out of.

They left the phone; they left the car.

They wanted us to come here.

What, you think they're watching us?

That would mean they knew we were coming.

Was she inside?

There's nobody in there.

I traced a call from Seok Nahng's phone

20 minutes before you got there.

We know who it came from?

Willie Hollingsworth, aka Super Fat.

What, the guy that runs the poker game?

What does he have to do with any of this?

I don't know, but the who
is not the interesting part.

Where it came from
is what's really worrisome.

It came from inside the boatshed.

I'm calling the number.

Let's see who picks up.

Take the phone out of your pocket.

We took your cell phones.
What's going on?

Stole it off Super Fat during the fight.

Why on earth would you tip them off

that we were coming?
We're trying to help you.

Well, if you'd have gone in
and busted them,

my daughter wasn't there,
whoever's holding her,

they would've killed her immediately.

And it's kind of what happened.

Because they knew we were coming.

Anything in there ever
indicate that she was there?

No.

Right. So, you would have gone in,

caught them or killed them, right?

And Angela would be dead.

Well, now you're going to prison.

I'm fine with that
as long as Angela's alive.

- That's all that matters.
- And how, exactly,

do you plan on getting her back now?

I did a deal with Nahng.

I have something he wants.

W-Well, what's that?

Jennifer Kim.

I figured they'd want
their traitor back very badly.

And, after all, she is
a former North Korean spy.

So...

My daughter for Jennifer Kim.

Why would they trust you?

Well, I just tipped them off

that federal agents
were gonna knock on their door,

so right now

I'm probably their best friend.

I mean, in many, many
ways, you got to admit

it's a bloody brilliant plan.

So, you offered me
in exchange for your daughter.

Wait, did you have anything
to do with this?

No.

We didn't even know he had a phone.

It's the only way we could
guarantee they release Angela.

- They just need to see you.
- They don't want an exchange.

They want to kill me.

Do you understand? They want to kill me.

I'm not doing this.

We're not asking you to.

You're too valuable of an asset to risk.

Look, I know you don't
give a damn about me,

but Angela is innocent.

Everything I've done bad in my life

was made good the day she was born.

But I guess this is all
about the weapons system, eh?

You don't know us.

We tried to get your daughter back.

The play that you made

was completely outside of
what is acceptable risk.

For who?

For me.

This is what we're gonna do.

If the call comes in,
we'll go to the meet.

We'll try and...

bluff and see if we can get
Nahng to show us Angela.

And if he doesn't?

We take him down.

You know that's most likely
not gonna work, right?

It's the only option we have left.

Did you even raise your daughter?

I was in prison when she was born.

I didn't see her
until she was seven months old.

I got released,

I made it up with her mother,

and I've spent every single day with her

until she joined university.

Everysingle day.

Call's coming in from Nahng's phone.

Put it through.

Here we go.

- Hello.
- Here she is.

Daddy.

Daddy. Daddy, help me, please.

I'm coming for you, sweetheart.

722 South Anderson. 2:30.

The tarmac in front of Hangar Four.

You and Jennifer Kim.

We see anybody else,

I kill your daughter.

That's a small airport in San Bernardino.

They're looking to make an
exchange and leave the country.

We're gonna have to leave now
if we're gonna be there by 2:30.

Yeah, they did that on purpose
so we couldn't

recon the area and set anything up.

We got to go... quickly.

Have the REACT team back us up,
but keep them a mile back.

- And have the FBIwmonitor air traffic.
- On it.

I'm going.

Use me to get them to show you Angela.

Don't fight me on this.

We get it. Let's move.

We're late.

You're gonna have to walk out there.

You're gonna be completely exposed.

- Make sure they can see the cuffs.
- Yeah.

All right, you ready for this?

Let's do it.

Thanks for doing this, by the way.

You know, my father
wasn't really even there

one day for me. You did good, Ricky.

I got four guys in a pickup.

All right, the FBI's gonna pull

fire trucks onto the runway
if anyone tries to take off.

I see four men.

No sign of Angela.

Jennifer...

_

Where's my daughter?

Give us her.

I'll tell you where
you can pick up your daughter.

No deal.

Don't get so excited.

She's right here.

Kens, I'm not gonna lie.
This is a long shot for me.

I got eyes on Angela.

Jennifer, you're on Nahng.

I got the man on Angela.

Send her over.

Everyone, on my command
once I get a clear shot.

- There's too many.
- Come on, guys, we got to go.

Too bad you'll never see Korea.

Execute.

Son of a bitch.

Daddy. Daddy.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Yeah, I'm all right. I'm all right.

Nice shot.

Fatima, two GSWs. Need
immediate ambulance.

- I'm okay.
- Daddy.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

We need ambulances fast.

Put your hands right there. Right there.

Press really hard. Right there.

It's okay.

It's hard to breathe.

You're gonna be okay. Just breathe.

The vest took the hit.

You'll be okay.

Thank you, brother. Thank you.

MAHEM weapon system
was recovered 20 minutes ago.

That's great news.

After what you did today,

I'm gonna fight to get you
into witness protection.

Be a fresh start for you.

No more guards. Complete freedom.

Thank you. But I have to say,

today was as much about me
as it was about Angela.

How so?

When I worked for North
Korean intelligence, I...

thought I was doing good for my country.

It defined me, you know?

So,

when this girl was in trouble, it hit me.

If I'm not gonna do good today,

then, really, who am I?

You're your father's daughter.

That's who you are.

We have to know our parents
to know ourselves, huh?

Mm. Believe me, I know all about that.

- Really?
- Yeah. That is a long, long story.

Well, I look forward
to hearing it one day.

Granger would be very proud of you.

Now we're talking.

- Thanks.
- In honor of our British friends.

- Oh, look at that. Speak of the devil.
- Hey.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Hospital said they wanted
you overnight, at least.

Didn't tell me that. Did
you know about that, Frankie?

I think the nurse yelled something

like that as we ran into the elevator.

Stubborn bastards.

No one can tell either of them anything.

- Mm.
- Just keep your hands

on your wallets, huh?

Oh, come on. There's honor
among thieves, Samuel.

Except we're not thieves.

- Nor are we anymore.
- Yeah.

Although it was nice to dip
back in for a moment, wasn't it?

- Yeah, flex the old muscles.
- Hospital said

you cannot drink with the painkillers.

That's why I didn't take them.

Right, raise a glass.

All right. To what?

To tough guys,

fathers, daughters.

- Friends.
- And old criminals.

We're not that old.

We're also not criminals.

Hey, we all have
a little gangster in us, huh?

- All right, cheers.
- Cheers to that.

Cheers to that.