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[panting]: Let's go. Let's go.

[whoops]

Good morning!

It's 6:30 a.m., fam.

While you're drooling on your pillow,

I just tore up five miles,

burned 800 calories.

Yeah. That's your homework,

along with today's strength-training drill.

The pull-up is numero uno for the upper body.

Overload creates bulk.

With the pull-up, you're hitting it all--

Lats, traps,

biceps, rhomboids.

Hey, man, uh, you're in my shot.

Okay.

Uh, come back later.

Looking for cans.

Uh, yeah, they'll still be here.

I need cans.

And I need a clean shot, man. This is how I make my living.

Me too. A nickel a can.

Can you give me five minutes?

Uh-uh.

[chuckles]

Okay.

Five bucks for five minutes.

Deal.

There we go. Thank you.[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

What the hell?

Hey, hey.

Hey, you all right, man?

Hey, hey, hey.

[grunts] Hey, man. Hey, hey.

Can you hear me? You got to say something, man.

[buzzing][grunting]

?

Ugh. Tastes like yesterday's coffee.

I cannot complain.

Good morning.

Hey. Uh, don't get too comfortable.

Nell has a case upstairs.

I was gonna try to finish my ROIs.

These new forms take forever, right?

Oh, yeah.Mm.

Mm. Can't complain.

Anybody else having problems with their computer?

Uh, yes. The I.T. department is doing

a, uh, software update today,

so...

It's gonna be down all morning? All morning.

[sighs]

That sucks.

I cannot complain, though, guys.

Okay. Why do you keep saying that?

I'm begging you, don't ask.

I'm actually doing the 20-Day No Complaining Challenge.

Studies have shown, conclusively,

that if you don't complain for 20 days,

you become much happier.

I'm on day one and I feel very happy.

I find that very interesting.

It's great. I mean, you can think the complaint,

you just don't say it out loud.

Thoughts become things.What?

Whoa. Deeks,

I'm happy 'cause I don't keep things bottled up inside.

You know what I mean?Oh.

Got to let it out.DEEKS: Well, that's interesting,

Sam Hanna, because complaining,

my friend, is a lot like bad breath.

When it's you, no, you don't notice.

When it's somebody else, it stinks.

Oof. What'd you have, tuna fish for breakfast?What?

[chuckles]Sardines, thank you.

[laughs]Want to make out?

NELL: Okay, so,

Lieutenant Paul Tatum-- he drove up from San Diego

this morning but he never made it

to his meeting at the Wadsworth VA.

They found his car

abandoned off the 405,

fresh blood on the dashboard.

There was one witness, however.

Personal trainer Marco Ruiz.

When Ruiz went to go check on Tatum,

he was hit with a stun gun.

Wow. No good deed goes unpunished.

According to

LAPD's report, when Ruiz came to,

Tatum was already gone.

Any videos, traffic cams?No,

unfortunately. Ruiz was recording

a workout video for his clients, but his phone was stolen.

Possibly by a nearby homeless man.

Meeting at the VA--

is he a doctor?

Administrator, actually.

Medical, dental benefits.

Like human resources.

Not really a national security risk.

DEEKS: But someone could've been denied coverage.

Now they're seeking revenge.

So, this is interesting.

Before his current position, Tatum was working

as a nuclear engineering officer on an aircraft carrier.

That is a pretty major change.

About a year ago, he was transferred

due to "medical reasons," and I'm still trying to gain access

to those files.

He knows our nuclear systems.

Somebody could grab him to get that intel.

DEEKS: Or, maybe those

medical reasons caused him to crash the car and wander off.

Have we notified all the ERs?

Yeah.SAM: Anybody else

from his department come up for the meeting?

Yes. That would be Commander Susan Yelton.

All right, Sam and I'll talk to her.

What about the, uh, trainer?

Looks like LAPD's already taken his statement.

Why don't you and Kens start with the crash site?

What? Crash site? No, no.

That's down the 10. In this hour, in this traffic?

[clears throat]

[chuckles]: Oh.

Can't complain.

I could get used to this.

Not me. I liked you better when you complained.

[chuckles]You know what? I have an idea.

Yeah.Why don't you try the 20-Day No Annoying Challenge?

[scoffs] 20 days? Sweetheart, we ain't gonna make it 20 minutes.

Okay. [clears throat]

So if I was recording my workout like Ruiz did,

I'd put my camera somewhere around here,

and that might show us

Tatum's car or his pursuer.

And it would help us ID the homeless man.

You just gonna hang there or are you gonna show me what you got?

What are you talking about? I just did 173 of them.

Right now I'm just stretching it out.

Ha, ha. Very sexy.

Okay, so let's think about it.Yeah.

So, maybe Tatum goes to get coffee.Yeah.

Kidnapper drugs him and then follows him

until the car crashes.

Hiyah!

[shouts] Or

Tatum got mugged when he made a pit stop,

got hit over the head, drove away with a bad concussion,

lost control of his car.

Okay, then, who took down the trainer?

That would be the homeless man.

A homeless man with a stun gun?

It is rough out there.

Unlikely.

Listen, we know Tatum had a medical condition.

So what if he had a stroke or a seizure,

and that made him crash the car, and then he-then he walks off,

confused, doesn't know where he is.

Well, he didn't walk too far.

He was bleeding from his scalp and the blood drops trail

into the street, and then they just stop.

Because that's where he applied pressure

and/or a Good Samaritan came by, picked him up on a moped.

Or someone evil pushed him into the car and drove off.

Evildoers?

Either way.

We got to find a home security camera

that's gonna show us something.

And we got to find

a homeless man with a stun gun.

Or Colonel Mustard with a candlestick.

CALLEN: Diabetes.

I-I thought that excludes you from military service.

Well, Paul didn't have diabetes when he joined.

Last year, after he was diagnosed,

they moved him to a noncombat position.

Any conflicts on the job?

No.Poor performance?

Never. His record was spotless.

Did he deal with complaints

or denial of benefits?

Never, just seps.

Navy separation branch.

Exactly. For retirees,

end of active service, disability.

Did he have his computer with him this morning?

YELTON: Most likely.

Was it recovered?

Not according to LAPD.

YELTON: Well,

it's a secure laptop.

Could he access demographics of retirees on it?

Yes.

But as soon as we heard about the accident,

we shut down his password

and remote access.

What time was that?

A little after 8:00 a.m.

Car crash was at 6:30.

There's a gap there

where someone could have stolen

the home address of every retired sailor.

Along with the names of their spouses...

...their kids.

So, 32 minutes after the crash, Tatum logged on

to his laptop and opened just one document.

The retired Navy SEAL file.

Uh, we need to alert everyone on that list.

Mm-hmm. Done.

Uh, so, was he using Wi-Fi?

Uh, no.

Ten blocks from the crash, while still on the road,

it looks like he used his cell phone as a hot spot.

Well, he wouldn't have done that unless he was forced.

If they're after intel, they could have opened files

on cryptographers, weapons system experts, submariners.

But it was just the SEALs.

Maybe it was something personal against a member of the teams.

Where'd the cell go next?

As soon as Tatum logged off, it just went dead.

Like the battery had been pulled.

Well, what about the trainer's cell?

Also dead.Okay, so,

guy gets kidnapped,

forced to open a restricted file.

Then what?

If that's all they wanted, it's over.

They ditch him.

Or worse.

Nell, check all traffic cams between the crash site

and the spot where Tatum logged on.

We'll head back to Ops.

Yep. I am already on it.

Hey.So? Anything?

Couple of doorbell cameras, but nothing that covered the road.

I found a security system,

but it doesn't show past the sidewalk.

Where is Big Brother when you need him?Mm.

Be a lot easier to do our job if we were in China.

Hey, Kens?Yeah, you think that that's our guy?

I think there's a pretty good chance.

Watch out, he might have a stun gun.

Or a candlestick.

Hey.

Hi. I'm, uh, I'm Marty.

Isaac.

I'm Kensi. Nice to meet you.

Um, listen, there was a, uh, there was a car crash

that happened right here.

I saw.KENSI: Oh.

Great. We are investigating,

and I would like to ask... Oh, no, no.

I didn't do anything.We just want to talk to you.

Actually, Isaac, we can pay you.

Got a, uh, fiver with your name on it?

The muscle head gave me five for doing nothing.

Wow. Negotiating. I like it.

All right. How's ten sound?

So, uh, how long have you been on the street?

Never. Group home.Oh.

Group home for...?

Autism.Oh.

But you collect cans.

To buy snacks. Food sucks.

I don't blame you.

Did you see this guy?

That's the muscle head.

Uh, did you see anybody hurt him?

He got zapped.He got zapped.

Did you see the guy with the stun gun?

What-what did he look like?

White guy.

S-Sunglasses.

Baseball hat.

Had a white star.

And did that guy move the driver?

Drove off with him.

In what kind of car?

Wh...

Follow you, or...?Here.

Here, as in you were hiding here,

so you couldn't see what happened?No.

Here.

Hold on a second.

Wait, is this a license plate?

Whoa. Isaac.For the car?

Nice! Wow. Nell, I'm sending you a license plate.

I need you to run it.NELL [over comms]: Got it.

Isaac, you, my friend, are amazing.

In fact, I think you just earned yourself another ten bucks.

How about a 20?How about a 20, she says.

Fair enough, 20. You know what? Let's just go with 40.

Good work, Isaac!

Good work.Isaac, yeah!

Any luck with the license plate?

Yeah, if the witness was accurate,

it's a 1990 Ford Explorer.

1990? That's not the most reliable getaway car.

It's also registered to a Rent-A-Mess in Culver City.

Hmm. All right, we'll send Kens and Deeks,

they're in the area.Mm-hmm.

What're you getting from Kaleidoscope?

Here's where it gets interesting.

So, point A

is the location of the crash, point B is where Tatum's cell

logged on, and point C is two miles away,

where we have the car passing through the intersection.

SAM: Someone's slumped in the passenger seat.

It's probably Tatum.

Now, seven minutes later, that same car passes

back through point C, moving in the opposite direction.

Without the passenger.NELL: Mm-hmm.

Unless he moved to the back.

Based on the timing, if Tatum left that car,

it happened within a one-mile radius of that traffic cam.

CALLEN: This is a needle in the haystack.

It's Century City-- there are office buildings, mini malls.

Yeah, but anyone would notice a bloody Navy officer

in a public place.Maybe he cleaned him up.

What is that in the corner-- is that-is that a park?That's a

city baseball field.SAM: It's a good chance

it's not being used until after school.Mm-hmm.

Worth a try.

DEEKS: It was a 1990

Ford Explorer.Yeah.

Uh, that's the first one in production. It's very rare.

It's rare. So how much would it go for?

Oh, $20 a day.

You got a driver's license

and a credit card from that renter?

Uh, no credit card.

He left me $2,000 cash deposit.

American money.

He didn't give you a credit card

and you didn't think that was weird?

Well, everybody doesn't have good credit.

You got a copy of the driver's license from that renter?Yeah.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Oh, come on. This is obviously fake.

Why you say that?

Because the guy was white.

This guy's African American.

Copy machine is no good.

Huh. Well, I have

a sneaky suspicion you're not going to get your car back.

Oh, I don't care.

I paid $1,200 for it.

He gave me $2,000 deposit.

I'm not worried.

Okay.So, what did he actually look like?

Like picture on driver license.

Mm-hmm.Do you have

security cameras?

No, that's too expensive.

Speaking of too expensive,

I saw a Maserati in the lot right there.

How much does that thing rent for?

That's my car. It's not for rent.

Oh.Oh, interesting.

Hmm. Listen, we're just asking

for your cooperation here. Do you know what I mean?

I'm cooperating.

Okay, um,

how do you think we make this work?

I think I have LAPD come down here, run all the VINs,

see if you're renting out some stolen vehicles.

Yeah? Call the IRS,

have them sort through your tax returns,

because I'm pretty damn good at math,

and the truth is there is no way that you can afford

that Maserati renting out clunkers for $20

a day.Okay, okay, okay.

Clock radio is a... a video recorder.

DEEKS: Huh.KENSI: Wasn't too hard,

was it?No.

It wasn't too hard, no.

[grunts]

You can reach.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Excuse me.

[chuckles]Easy,

tiger, easy.

That was a good idea.

Hard to find a place

more deserted than this in the morning.

Well, if you believe the traffic cam,

he's less than a mile away.

Nell's gonna check the area

for vacant apartments or offices.

Some place they could have hid him.

You know, your personal information

could have been compromised, as well.

There's no way for them to find me from what the navy still has.

Mm, hope you're right.

Kids and all.

They're safe. Trust me.

Okay.

You don't believe me?

Course I believe you. I just want to be certain.

I mean, part of the reason we do this is to protect

those we care about, the very people that make us vulnerable.

Easier when you're operating solo.

Hell yeah.

Nobody could hold

anything over me 'cause I had nothing.

Now...

Having people you love makes it all the more worth fighting for.

What brought this on?

Hold on. Sam.

[grunts]

Lieutenant Tatum.

Hey, sit up, sit up.You okay?

Uh-huh.Hey,

I'm Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS.

And I'm Special Agent Callen. We're gonna help you out, okay?

What happened?[grunts]

Let me take that. Let me get that for you.

How'd you get here?

Who brought you here?

Nell,

we got Tatum. Send an ambulance.

Look at me.

Huh?

Tell us your name.

You been eating these?

These could have been poisoned.

He's sweaty.

Rapid pulse. I think

he's got low blood sugar from too much insulin.

He needs something to eat.

Yeah, well, not these.

I got something in the car.

You'll be all right.

Just relax.

KENSI: All right, we got baseball cap

with a white star. That's what Isaac said.

Come on, buddy. Take those sunglasses off.

I can fast-forward.

Oh, there's where he handed you

the ID that's obviously not him.

KENSI: Little bit...

Hold on, hold on. Slow down. Slow down.

Look up.

Come on, buddy, look up.

Come on, come on, come on.Look up.

There.

[shutter clicks]Got it.

Okay, we have a deal, then?

Huh? No LAPD,

no FBI, no CIA?

Well, not today.

Huh?DEEKS: Because we are,

uh, definitely, definitely coming back.

Aw.

[speaks foreign language] These people.

How you feeling?

I'm fine.

What's your name?Paul Tatum.

What's the year?2019.

Paul, what's the last thing you remember?

[exhales]

Driving to a meeting at the Wadsworth VA,

where I should be right now.

Not if you can't remember the past five hours.

Paramedics are on the way.

Thank you, but it's not necessary.

CALLEN: Well, based on your reaction

to that bar we gave you, your blood sugar level was very low.

No, it's impossible.

Where's my...

Where's my phone?It's here.

Needs to be checked for prints.

All right, let me show you something.

I won't open the bag.

All right. I have

continuous blood sugar monitoring

linked to an insulin pump.

See?

All right. So, here's the app.

Look. Normal blood sugar, 84.

Insulin running at a rate of three units

per hour. It's perfect.

Well, go back to the last five hours.Sure.

I... Wait.

This is weird.

After I had breakfast, all the data--

it's-it's been wiped out.

Does this thing ever malfunction?

No, never.

And how do you adjust the insulin dose?

With my phone or from a laptop.

It's got Bluetooth.

Which means it could have been hacked.

TATUM: What? No.

Why would anyone hack my insulin pump?

Good news, guys.

Even though they wiped out his cell phone app,

the insulin pump maker has secure cloud storage

with all of Tatum's data.

Well, what does it show?NELL: All morning,

ten units an hour.

Do you ever use ten units of insulin an hour?

[exhales] No, never. I'd be in a coma.

In that case, you wouldn't be able to cooperate

and give him your password.

Right. Yeah, for that, my blood sugar would have to be

in a pretty tight window, like 40 to 50?

Can you unlock your laptop using biometrics?

Your iris, uh, fingerprint?

No. But, you know,

for some reason, my fingertip is pretty sore.

Isn't that where you prick it to test your blood sugar?

Yeah, the old-fashioned way.[shutter clicks]

CALLEN: Five punctures.

They were checking his sugar.

SAM: And if it got too low,

they fed him jelly beans to bring it back up.

Just to keep him in a specific window.

Just altered enough that he'd cooperate.

This is crazy.

I agree. All set?

Mm-hmm.We'll keep you in the loop.

Thank you.

NELL: Okay, so, a little more progress here. It looks like

the insulin pump was hacked last night

from an IP address at the public library.

That's how you stay anonymous.

I've also ID'd

the SUV renter.

A Zachary Vale. 25 years old, American-born

and has a computer science degree from Cal State L.A.

Well, he's got the skills.Where does he work now?

Well, he was a math tutor, but it looks like

for the past six months he's been collecting unemployment.

We do, however, have a warrant for his apartment.

All right, send Kensi and Deeks.

Did you check his social media?NELL: Yeah.

He's got both Twitter and Instagram,

but doesn't look like he's posted since high school.

He's a loner who can't keep a job.

So what's his interest in the teams?

Nell, how's it going with the SEAL notification?

Everyone has confirmed receipt of the alert.

All right. Let's catch this guy

before he tries something stupid.

Clear.Clear.

This place looks like an IKEA showroom.Yeah.

Suddenly, I'm craving Swedish meatballs.

Or maybe he's a fan of Marie Kondo.

I doubt that.

Doesn't have a TV anywhere.Yeah,

but none of the kids do anymore.

They just stare at their phone all day long.

All right, well, aside from instant noodles,

cupboards are bare.

Oh, the carefree days of youth.

I think his wardrobe needs help.

Think different. He's a computer guy.

Okay, if he's planning

something big, it's definitely not from here.

Well, maybe he's got a separate supervillain lair.

You know, like, a mountaintop villa

with an underground lab

or a volcanic island surrounded by frickin' sharks

with frickin' laser beams attached

to their heads.Slow your roll, Dr. Evil.

What do you got?Check it out.

So, "fight against the friends of the devil,

"surely the struggle

BOTH: of the devil is ever feeble."

Wow. Well,

looks like we got ourselves a righteous man.

Any progress?Well, the library scan's still downloading.

But I do have something new on Tatum.

So, about a year ago, he got into a heated argument

outside of a bar with his ex-wife's new boyfriend.

He didn't seem hot-tempered.

Yeah, well, things can change after a few cocktails.

No charges were filed then,

but last week, she married the guy.

Okay, now that would make you depressed.

Mm-hmm.Okay, so he was a nuclear officer.

Lost his respected job

to become a desk jockey and now he's lost his wife.

Well, if he's hit rock bottom,

he could have given himself the overdose.

[beep]Mm. Ooh. Got him.

Zachary Vale in the library

right at the time of the insulin hack.

Now, why is he doing this?

I have no idea. Look, we have got to dig deeper

on Tatum and his hacker.

Every e-mail account, every phone call.

Yep. I am on it.

Maybe Kensi and Deeks have found something in his apartment.

Well, that was a colossal waste of time.

Are you complaining?

What? No, I'm not complaining.

Not for 20 days. I'm just stating a fact.

Hey, Nell, should we be looking

for that Ford Explorer?Uh, no.

It was ditched in Inglewood.

Did you guys find anything in the apartment?

Yeah, a whole lot of nothing.

Yeah, he doesn't have much, but apparently, he does have faith.

Yeah, he wants to "fight against the friends of the devil"

because their "struggle is ever feeble."

Where'd you hear that?

Well, it's on the fridge, like an inspirational message.

Not exactly sure why a Bible-quoting kid

is grabbing a Navy officer.

That's not the Bible, that's the Koran.

It means one shouldn't go to war for wealth or fame,

and it's often misinterpreted as a call to jihad.

Well, that changes things.

Nell, scour his digital footprint.

Let's look for wormholes into the dark web.

Any plans, uh, co-conspirators.[phone rings]

Yep.

It's Tom Olsen. Hey, Tom.

Hey, Sam. How's it going?

Everything okay?

Yeah. I got the alert, and something's a little strange.

Hold on, I'm here with G. Putting you on speaker.

Hey, Callen.What-what's up, Tom?

I went out to my pickup truck,

and the gas tank cover's scratched up.

I got signs of forced entry.

They definitely broke the lock.

All right. Keep the perimeter clear.

We're on our way.

SAM: No cell phones,

no timers, no explosives.

Not even wires.

They didn't mess with the ignition.

Maybe it's just somebody siphoning gas.

Yeah, you can't assume that.

They could've put the entire device inside the gas tank.

Well, the bomb squad's on the way.

Streets have all been closed,

neighbors are evacuated or hunkered down.

Anything else we can do?

Can't open the gas cap. Could be a detonator switch.

Or could be a chemical bomb.

We saw those in Iraq.

Gas can take hours to dissolve through packaging.

Well, at that point, let's just wait for the bomb squad.

Uh-oh.

What?

There's bubbles.

It's chlorine gas! Pressure's building up. Get back!

Go!

Go!

You good?

We're good.

Unlike my truck.

Thank you.OFFICER: Yes, sir.

Yep. Exactly what we thought.

They found chlorine on rubber hose fragments.

NELL: Hey, guys.

CALLEN: Nell? What are you doing here?

Just making sure everyone's okay.

Could have called.

I know, but I figured Hetty would kill me

if anything went wrong on my watch, so here I am.

How's everything going with Tom?

He's fine. He went to the hospital for some stitches.

We're checking

the security footage from his house.

The gas tank's on the opposite side.

We'll see if someone stops.

All right, well, I've got some updates.

So, I've checked into Tatum's personal e-mails.

Looks like he's on very good terms with his ex-wife.

He went to her wedding last week,

even bought her a nice gift.

Well, so much for depression.

Mm.What about Zachary Vale?

Oh, that guy is stealthy,

but I found some digital dandruff.

Did you say dandruff?Yeah.

Digital dandruff.

Like, more subtle than a digital footprint.

Anyway, I hijacked a malicious

Tor exit node,

and then I booby-trapped the path with a magnet link.

Oh. Eric would be proud.

No. Eric would be jealous.

And what did you find?

So, I followed him into the dark web,

all the way to an al-Qaeda website.

That's probably where he learned his bomb-making skills.

According to his messaging,

it looks like he's a homegrown al-Qaeda supporter.

He wants to avenge the death of Osama bin Laden and his son.

But why? How does he have any connection to that?

Honestly, I don't think he has a connection.

By the look of it, this guy doesn't have

a connection to anyone or anything.

So get a damn job. Get a hobby.

Make new friends.

You see what happens when you isolate yourself?

That's cute.

So what's this guy's damage--

he-he wants to be a part of something?

He wants to be accepted? He wants to be important?

Well, that's what terrorists exploit to suck in new recruits.

Oh. This recruit is going after the teams.

This one particular message is quite disturbing.

"You will all know my name when death comes to an army

of non-believing assassins."

Special Forces.

They all need protective measures.

That's hundreds of families across the entire country.

Well, I think we can narrow it down a bit.

So, on the dark web site, several offered to lend a hand,

but Zachary won't accept help from anyone.

Well, that's good. He's a lone wolf.

Like the Unabomber.

And because of his desire to fly solo,

it has financial upsides.

For the death of one Navy SEAL,

the website is offering five Bitcoins.

$50,000?Mm-hmm.

So he may be faking his ideology,

and his motivation might be pure greed.

Exactly.

I can look more into it back at Ops, obviously,

but I just wanted to make sure you were all okay.

Yeah.Okay. Thanks, Nell.

Got it.Text us

when you get home.

Okay.

Hey. Would you look at this?

There's a bicycle.

Right here.

He stopped.

Right. For about ten seconds.

That's enough time to pop the fuel door and drop a device in.

He's got a hoodie. You can't ID him.Yeah,

but you can ID the bike.

It's a Brush bike.Yeah.

Electric with pedal assist.

They rent by the minute.

Right. So he had to ditch his car.

Needed a way to get around.

They use GPS to log miles.

Meaning the bike in this video has a record.

Including the name of the renter.

Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Feels like d�j� vu all over again.

Nell, you sure about this?

As sure as hogs are made of bacon.

DEEKS: What?My mom used to say that. [chuckles]

KENSI: Okay.Now, the bike

on Tom Olsen's street was rented by a Martha De Leon.

Apartment number three.

And on the security footage,

can we see if it was a woman riding the bike?

Ugh, honestly,

can't tell with the hoodie.

Maybe, uh, he's recruiting his neighbors.

Thought he was a lone wolf.

Well, sometimes lone wolves need packs, Kensi.

Mm-hmm.Is that her?

Yeah.

Are you, uh, Martha De Leon?

Yes.

Hi. We're federal agents.

Can I ask you,

when was the last time you rode a bike?

I think Ronald Reagan was in the White House.

The good old days.

Do you know a, uh, Zachary Vale?

[exhales] Nice boy.

He carries my groceries,

and he won't even let me pay.

Mm. So he's been inside your apartment?

Uh, to put away the food.

Right. Do you have your credit card on you, by chance?

Y-Yes, but I never use the damn thing.

Those interest rates are criminal.

Mm.Here you go.

Thank you.

Yeah, he probably took a photograph of this

to set up the bike account.

There's been some unauthorized activity

on your credit card.

You think it was the Russians?

Or the Ukrainians.

Okay. Yeah, no,

it's too soon to tell, so we'll get this canceled for you

and get you a refund.

Thank you.

And if you see Zachary,

tell him I baked cookies.

Chocolate chip,

his favorite.

Okay.

By chance, those chocolate chip cookies--

those aren't gluten-free, are they?

All right.Are they close?

Excuse us.Do you have them? Like, is it...

I could just ta...Thank you.

Ooh. Good timing.Oh.

I got the rental company to cooperate.

Is that the path of his bike?Yep.

Even though he disabled his own GPS.

Okay. Then how'd we get the map?

Well, there's backup in the bike's frame,

just in case someone tampers with it.

He covered a lot of ground.That he did,

with stops at a hardware store,

a pool supply company and a cell phone kiosk.

Shopping for his next bomb.Mm-hmm.

Was he near the homes of any SEALs?

No. Thankfully, we are all clear in that arena.

It looks like he ended up at the beach.

That is correct.So he got his shopping

for supplies done. Now he needs a place

to get to work.Maybe he rented

a garage.

Where was he before the beach?

Well, for about ten minutes,

outside of an abandoned school.

Be a good place to steal some copper wire or old pipe.

Wait, that school is... seven miles from the beach?

It's, uh, 7.2, to be exact.

Top speed of that bike's 20 miles an hour.

You'd need to go 30 miles an hour

to get to the beach in 14 minutes.

Three-pointer for the mathlete.

You like that?

I do.

Look, if he wanted to ditch the bike,

he could've tossed it in somebody's truck

and stayed at the school.

Is there any chance we can try for a heat signature?

Mm. Not right now.

Maybe in a bit, once the satellite passes over.

The school's all locked up, but

that kid'll be able to disarm any alarms.

Well, no one's gonna bother him in there.

He's got all the room in the world to build bombs.

We're gonna need the FLIR.

[sighs]Have Kensi and Deeks tac up.

Tell 'em to meet us there.

Yep, I'm on it.

Satellite shows the east building's vacant,

one person in the west.

Copy that. Thanks.

It's clear on the right.

The main building is lighting up around the door.

[panting]

With all he's got, we might need to call the bomb squad.

No.

He sees the cavalry coming,

he might blow the whole place up,

make a run during the chaos.

Oh, but he'll take on the two of us?

Only gonna be one when I go in alone.

What's with the one-man army thing all of a sudden?I just don't see the sense,

especially in this scenario, of both of us getting blown up.

Which is exactly why I need to go with you--

'cause I'm the one that actually knows how to defuse a bomb.

I know how to defuse a bomb.

[whispers]: G, stop, stop, stop.

It's a pressure plate detonator.

Wired to a brick of plastics.

Walking through a mine field.

The FLIR shows a safe path.

That's only for electronics.

He's already used a chemical weapon.

We need a better plan.

Such as?

I'm thinking.

Special delivery.

Thank you.

KENSI: Just the one guy in there?

That's all we see.DEEKS: Should we send in the robot?

We could wait him out, disarm everything remotely.CALLEN: Well, we could,

but that would only take care of the bombs he has here.

He already tried to kill Tom Olsen.

He could have other devices in place ready to blow.

We need to find out who's at risk outside of the school.

Yeah.NELL: The drone's programmed

to scan with the building's blueprints.

All right, we're all set.

Stay safe, guys.

DEEKS: I'll get your back.

Straight ahead, we're good.

IEDs are

only on the entrance doors.

[drone whirring quietly]

First two classrooms are clear.

Slow and steady.

Wins the race.

How's it going in there?

So far, so good.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Uh, guys, we got company.

Got at least two guys in what looks like a cargo van.

You're clear.KENSI: Might be here to help move his stuff,

plant more bombs.

Take 'em out quietly.

I'm not sure our man knows we're in yet.

SAM: If he hears gunshots,

he could go suicidal, blow everything up.

Including us.

Copy that.

Federal agents.Down on your knees.

Put your hands on your head.

Turn the van off and put your hands...

Turn your hands up...No! No!

I got the passenger.

How come I always get

the big guy?

Nothing's lighting up.

Hold it.

Classroom on the right, there's something on the floor.

It's a trip wire to a mousetrap.

Triggers a pressure cooker.

Just like the Boston Marathon.

Safe, for now.

First floor's clear.

Moving upstairs.

[grunting]

This one's called resisting arrest.

Good for another year in lockup.

[grunting]

Yeah.

[groans]

And this is why you don't fight girls.

Get over.

[whispers]: What is that on the door?

It's a mercury switch.

Any movement--

kaboom.

I'll keep that in mind.

It's a double trigger with a rotary switch in the hinge.

If you miss it, it's fatal.

[sighs]

You sure

that's the right wire?

I'm sure.

Geez.

We go in there,

we're sitting ducks.

What if I send the drone in there?

He could be hiding backstage.

He could be upstairs in the control room.

It's not gonna be easy to clear.I don't want to clear it.

I don't even want to use the camera.

Could be a good plan.

If it works.

Might be a second entrance.

Check it out.

SAM: I'm gonna need a minute here.

CALLEN: How we doing, Sam?

We're good.

Drone is set to circle.

This has to go down fast.

Liftoff in three, two,

one.

[automatic gunfire]

[grunts]

This guy was serious.

You need to make any of this safe?

Nothing's ready for prime time.

How'd you know he'd shoot at the drone?

Got lucky.

Yeah.

Very lucky.

Looks like his hit list.

Wow. Caught my guy in a heartbeat.

What took you so long?

Oh, we stopped for a Frappuccino.

Did you want one? Sit.

So, did you boys meet in the dark web or in a training camp?

You know what? Save your breath.

You're gonna have to do a lot of talking later.

Lot of fun conversations with the counter-terrorism

task force, Homeland Security and the FBI.

CALLEN: Nell, let's evacuate the neighborhood

until we clear the ordnance inside.

NELL: Copy that, Callen.All right, thanks, Nell.

Where's Zachary?

Oh, he's waiting for the coroner.

KENSI: It's a shame we can't ask him

about his plans.It is.

But we got the next best thing:

a list of his top ten targets.

Bomb squad's checking them out.

Well, it looks like you two

got everything under control out here.

LAPD'll be here

in five minutes.DEEKS: Five minutes?

Wow, we got some time to kill.

Should we do a sing-along?

You boys know "Anchors Aweigh"?

No? How about "God Bless America"?

I can start it.

? God... Don't.

Okay.What?

Hey!What's up?

Yeah.

No, got it.

And-and thanks for the update.

So the bomb squad was able to visit the homes

of ten retired SEALs.

Defused two letter bombs in mailboxes.

That's good news. Wow. That's very good news.

Fantastic.

What is this?KENSI: What we have here is

Squid and Dagger Stout.

From our very first test barrel.

Yes. Deeks has started a microbrewery.

Well, good for you.

Thanks, man. Appreciate it. Cheers.[laughs]

Ugh! Mm.What is that face?

Is that made with real squid?

[all laugh]

Did I make it with real squid. No, that's oysters,

my man-- that's why

it has that amazing aromatic flavor.What?

That's oysters.

You don't... you don't get that?

What about you, Callen? What do you think?

Well...

I can't complain.

Oh. Wow.

Didn't see it coming. Touch�,

Deeks, you know you can't go 20 days

without complaining-- it's impossible.

It's doesn't matter. You know why?

Because happiness is gratitude minus complaining.

So... less complaining, more gratitude,

super happy.

I'll buy that.

Cheers.Cheers.

How about you?I'm very happy.

And I'm gonna be even more so when I finish this beer.

Seriously.

I don't complain.

I'm, uh...

I am grateful.

What are you, uh...

what are you grateful for?

I'm grateful that we took care of business today.Mm-hmm.

I am, uh, grateful for, uh...

luxurious accommodations upstairs--

five stars-- and then I am grateful

for my very

talented coworkers.

Never heard you say that.

Well, I don't have to say it,

'cause I think it.

KENSI: Well, here

is to the thoughts of G. Callen.

To the thoughts of G. Callen.

Damn straight.[laughing]

Cheers to that.Cheers.

I will drink to that.Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.Seafood.

SAM: Not good. [Kensi coughs]

DEEKS: Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

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