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Stingray 6, this is Hawkeye.

Live fire exercise green to go.
Requesting permission to fire.

Permission to fire granted.

That's a roger, Stingray 6.

- BFT has you cleared.
- Target is confirmed.

You have authorisation to fire.
Hauling back.

Hawkeye is fired
in five, four, three, two, one.

Hawkeye, this is Stingray 6.
Confirm missile fired. Over.

- Stand by.
- Hawkeye,

we are getting a misfire alert.

Your drone is veering
off course. Return to previous vector.

What the hell's happening?

Target coordinates are shifting.

Mike, get out of there,
I've now lost control of the drone.

We have radar
confirmation of missile fire. Advise.

Mike, the missile's live.
Get out of there.

Mike.

So?

- So?
- I wanna know.

You want to gossip at my expense.

Come on. How did it go last night?
Date number two.

It didn't. Cancelled.

- He cancelled?
- I cancelled.

It wouldn't have ended well.
It's pretty much over.

I thought the first date went great.

Look, you guys,
I am the best first-date girl in town.

I mean, I bring my A-game.
Funny, flirty, charming,

- spontaneous, tasteful.
- Like me.

- And the second?
- Second date.

Antsy, bored, distant,
impatient, irritable.

Like G.

I decided to save everybody trouble.

End it early
and embrace my skill set.

- The first date's the last date.
- Absolutely.

Few men know how to deal with
a smart, strong, independent woman.

They say they want a soul mate
to share their dreams

and their hopes with,

but all they really want
is a substitute mommy.

As a professional psychologist,
I have to completely...

- Nate, sit down.
- Okay, well, I'm gonna sit.

- Mission briefing?
- Sexual-harassment guidelines.

There's a seminar next week
and it is mandatory.

Even for you, Mr. Callen.

George Hamilton once told me

that what men really love
is a woman who plays hard to get.

Or was it Sinatra?

Huh.

- Saved by the whistle.
- Yeah.

All right, footage from Camp
Pendleton, tagged, "classified."

- How old is this?
- Approximately 24 hours.

What are we looking at, exactly?

The battlefield through the eyes
of an unmanned aerial vehicle,

commonly referred to as a UAV.

The future of warfare.

Field operatives in Pakistan
call in a target

to a pilot sitting behind a joystick
in California.

The pilot hits a button,
it rains missiles down on the bad guys.

Like a video game, but real.

This feed is from a live-fire
training exercise at Pendleton.

A Marine unit was working in tandem
with the drone.

This one happened to be armed
with two missiles.

- Who changed target coordinates?
- Still trying to figure that out.

Here's the feed
from the missile's warhead camera.

The Marine was killed.

Run it back. There.

Sergeant Michael Hazlett.

Specialised in coordinating UAVs
with the ground teams.

- Married. Three kids.
- Who was flying the drone?

Air Force Captain Mark Holden Briggs.
Says he didn't misfire.

Drone fired itself?

I think we need to take a look
at that drone.

Good luck with that.
It disappeared from radar.

- Crashed?
- They can't find it.

- What killed Sergeant Hazlett?
- Theory one: Pilot error.

- System malfunction.
- Sabotage.

It was a joint op between
the Marine Corps and the Air Force.

So security clearance
could narrow those choices.

Air Force doesn't want us
going through their dirty laundry.

Logging that request means 50 pages
of print and a day's wait.

We're sitting on our hands
while the trail runs cold.

Bureaucracy.

It's all about who you know.

We know anyone?

We know people.

The kind of people
who know people.

- Hetty and Frank Sinatra.
- Don't go there.

He told her men like women
who play hard to get.

- Sam.
- Which suggests

that Hetty was playing hard to get
with Frank Sinatra.

I told you not to go there.

Yeah, you did.

Old blue eyes and Hetty.

- I guess Hetty did it her way.
- Here he comes.

What agency is this guy with?

CIA, NSA, DOD.

Some say he's a black-ops handler
for all three.

But he's our guy.

He's not our guy. He's Hetty's guy.

Gentlemen,
this conversation never happened.

You have 60 seconds.

How secure are these UAVs?

Hackers are testing U.S.A.F.
Security protocols constantly.

Over the past month,

we had four experimental UAVs
breached domestically.

Has this happened before?

Every other time it happened,
drones crashed within ten seconds.

Practise runs.

Hackers are trying to see
if they can get the hang of it.

Your time is up.

Tell Hetty I haven't forgotten
about Nepal,

but as far as I'm concerned,
we're even now.

It didn't seem like 60 seconds to me.

Bad cologne.

A copy of the UAV's video feed just
popped up on sphereguide. Com.

- Which is?
- Like YouTube for hackers.

Can you trace the IP address?

The poster's signal was bounced off
six different servers.

He doesn't wanna be found,
but I'll get him.

Rewind it.

This is the feed
from the drone's camera.

Looks like it landed
in the desert somewhere.

Based on its last coordinates,
it's gotta be local.

So there was no crash.

How many missiles
were on the drone?

Two. It fired one.

And here comes our man.

- What are you up to?
- He powered it down.

He must have loaded
the drone in the back of the truck.

Who is this guy?

Proud new owner
of a Hellfire missile.

And he's somewhere in L.A.

I started a facial-recognition search

- on the driver.
- There's no plates on the truck.

- How are we gonna trace them?
- Kaleidoscope.

The R & D guys over at China Lake
developed the algorithm.

What is it?

It's the Naval Weapons Centre's
brand new visual-query system.

Feed it the description of a person,
place or thing,

it scans live feeds
from traffic cams, ATM cams,

and satellite images for a result.

- You've gotta be kidding me.
- I kid you not.

All right, search terms:

Blue 18-wheel semi,

and Middle Eastern man
in his 20's behind the wheel.

What if he isn't mobile anymore?

Then we wait. He'll have to
move the drone eventually.

What's to stop him
from flying out of country?

The UAV's transponder.
It automatically activates on takeoff.

Once it's online, we can track it,
so he's not gonna risk it.

My guess is if we see it airborne again,
it'll probably be in targeting mode.

Every government and terrorist
in the Middle East

wants a piece of that technology.

He'll have no problem
finding a buyer.

Eric, alert Homeland Security.

We can't let this guy
get it out of the country.

How fast can we get that footage
off the web?

With or without the cooperation of
sphereguide. Com's legal department?

Okay, cutting through legal tape.

I just crashed their entire server.

Idiot hackers!

Uh-oh.

Sam, I think we're due
in the boathouse.

Walking.

- Eric did it.
- Hey, Hetty.

I was watching that viral video
with the cats and the trampoline.

And the site just froze up
and crashed on me.

Did you have anything to do
with that?

Gentlemen, a tale of the tape.

Captain Mark Holden Briggs,
32 years old,

earned valedictorian honours
from the Air Force Academy

and graduated the top 1 percent of
his class at U.S.A.F. Weapons School.

Smart guy.

Also has a narcissist-egocentric
disorder.

Type of person who believes the world
revolves around him. If he's guilty,

he'll have what he believes to be
perfectly good reasons for his actions.

Joystick jockey with an attitude.

Antagonising him is not a way
to break through him.

Do I look like an antagonist, Nate?

This is by no means
an admission of guilt,

but I want my JAG lawyer present.

Maybe he'll get here eventually,
but traffic's a bitch today.

Mike Hazlett...

Mike Hazlett was a good man.

A friend.
I knew his wife and his kids.

Friends don't always get along.

Check the paperwork.

We ran a full diagnostic.
There was no system failure.

I did not misfire. It's all documented.

Then what happened?

A hacker got into the system.

It's experimental.

It's flawed and I knew it.
Mike knew it.

Maybe you made a mistake.

Maybe that mistake let a hacker
in the system.

I don't programme them, I fly them.

And I don't make mistakes.

Maybe you got paid
to fly it somewhere off the grid.

Paid?

You think I sold out?

I should be flying F-22s
over Afghanistan right now,

but I'm stuck in Riverside,

rotting away in a steel box

next to joystick jockeys raised
on energy drinks and video games.

What happened yesterday
was inevitable.

Drones can get hacked.

Fighter pilots can't.

And now America's about to find
that out the hard way.

Everything that came
out of Brigg's mouth

could be considered motive.

His body language
is indicating something else entirely.

- Which is?
- Well, he's frustrated and angry,

but Briggs is not our guy.

- What do you got, Eric?
- A hit.

- Kaleidoscope?
- No, that's still looking.

We got a lead on our hacker.

He posted the UAV attack footage
from the Rathmore Tech campus.

More specifically, the science
auditorium at 10:23 a.m. Today.

- You got a name?
- We've got 67 names.

So many students were logged
onto the wireless hub at the time,

all of them taking a daylong class
in advanced computer science.

They are on lunch break now.
They reconvene in about 90 minutes.

They're scheduled
to have a guest speaker.

A reformed hacker
who now works for the FBI.

What is the good news?

Well, the only people
that can put an actual face

to the hacker's name
work for the bureau.

So we can improvise.

Eric, find out who posted that video
of the drone landing.

Ho, brah!

- Excuse me?
- It's a surfer thing.

It's a surfer thing?

Yeah, as in a spontaneous expression
of ecstasy

that could accompany
the perfect swell.

The kind that just crests like that.

- Eric? You can hang up now.
- Just riding in it.

Yeah. No, wait. Facial recognition
just ID'd our semi driver.

DMV database.

Yousef Kaleem.

No criminal record.
Home address in Venice, California.

You went soft on him.

Briggs.

Man, I know you're not gonna go here
with me right now.

We're in the middle of chasing
our only lead on our only suspect.

You know your ears wiggle
when you try to avoid a conversation?

It's kind of adorable.

Okay.

For years,
I dreamed of being a SEAL.

I gave up everything else
to get there.

Everything.

If I saw the finish line

and found out that the Navy
was gonna bump me somewhere else,

I'd be angry too.

And my ears don't wiggle.

So, what are we this time?
A couple of salesmen who got lost?

Maybe some guys looking
for an old college friend?

How about we're two armed federal
agents trying to apprehend a terrorist?

Oh, yeah.

Do it.

Clear.

Clear.

"And Allah will rain the fire of the just
down on Zion and America,

the two Satans,
crushing the infidels."

It just needs a little reggae beat.

Islamic discussion boards 24/7.

Get your hand out of the bag.

This is not the way of Allah.

- What do you know about Allah?
- Kaleem.

You quote the Koran in Arabic,
but you still do the work of infidels.

- We just wanna talk.
- Nobody wanted to talk to me.

Well, we do, all right?

- We wanna talk. I promise you.
- Put the satchel down.

Run.

What happened?

- Kaleem's dead.
- How?

- Shot.
- Blown up.

You guys are thorough.

Yeah, what are we doing now?

We focus on the hacker
who posted the UAV footage.

Is that blood, Mr. Hanna?

- Mostly.
- Yours?

Other guy's.

- Can we bill him?
- Not anymore.

You wouldn't happen to have
a pair of pants, would you?

Shirt?

What happened in Nepal?

Excuse me.

I told you to never mention Nepal,
G.

You crazy?

I bet you it involved Sherpas.

Sherpas?

Razor Mantis?
As in the sexually carnivorous insect?

As in the one
that has a mating ritual

which begins with the female
biting off the male's head?

Nate, this is what I get for opening
up to you about my dating life?

The real Razor Mantis was supposed
to speak at the Rathmore Tech class.

And we're improvising.

Right. Fine.
So, what's my background?

FBI arrested you for stealing files
from the Department of Defence.

And you cut a deal to avoid jail time
in exchange for teaching classes

about the perils of cyber crime.

What if one of the students
checks up on my story?

Consider yourself backstopped.

As far as the legal system
is concerned,

you are the Razor Mantis.

Many of the students
are hackers themselves.

Now, they've heard of you,
but they don't know what you look like.

Hackers are feisty so they might try
to challenge your authority.

Which is what we want.

That's right.
You wanna elicit a response.

And I suspect hubris
will be his downfall.

In terms of your computer skills,

you might be out of your league
with these Rathmore Tech kids.

Oh, please. I have proficiencies

in IPsec architecture, Kerberos,
and PlutoPlus with the FBl...

These kids invented that stuff, so...

These guys have spent more time
with their World of Warcraft avatars

than real women
who aren't called Mom.

Ah. Just in case.

Great.
Because there's nothing I love more

than falling back on my sexuality
to get the job done.

Oh, and those shoes
are crocodile stilettos.

You scuff them,
tear them, lose them,

and I'll end you, tootsie.

Checked out Kaleem's house.
Found a weapon stash.

Two handguns, a semiautomatic rifle
and three more grenades.

Nate says he's more of a follower
than a leader.

- What else?
- He used to work for a tech company.

A.J. Concept Solutions.

It was started up just over a year ago
by a man named Arthur Janson.

- I'm gonna need to meet him.
- I'll track him down for you.

Oh, jeez, these jeans are too tight.

I told you not to mention Nepal.

Okay, everyone.
Take your seats, please.

As you might have heard
from Dr. Knorr,

I'm going to be your guest lecturer
for this afternoon's session.

When I was arrested by the FBI,

I was known as the Razor Mantis.

For eight years, I specialised...

Once they've logged on,
you can scan their hard drives?

Yeah. I'll just be throwing up
additional data on the touch screen.

You'll be picking out anyone
that's suspicious.

- That'll be most of them.
- And we're off.

Predictably, each student
just ran a search for the Razor Mantis.

And check this out.

Today,
we'll be discussing the overlap

of our domestic cyber-crime
community with terrorism abroad.

Question.

Do you think the slave-generated
data bots out of Silicon Valley

are vulnerable
to Sigma 7 overrides?

That is an excellent question.

There could be two answers.

There could be two answers
to that question.

- Overrides. There could
be two answers to that question.

Yeah. No kidding.
That's why I asked you of your opinion.

What he's asking makes no sense.

That's because it's a trick question.

Sigma 7 overrides are incompatible
with slave-generated data bots

because those bots can't exist
on single-tuned harmonic filters.

Those data bots can't exist
on a single-tuned harmonic filter.

Anyone else wanna try
and stump me with a trick question?

All right. Fifty hard drives scanned
and downloaded.

We're almost there.

What's the difference between string
system code and MVO-6 languages?

Oh, really? You wanna go there?

Kensi, ignore him. Just look down
at your laptop and hit some keys.

Tell him you'll answer
once the guy to his left

stops messaging him
about your bra size.

I will consider
answering your question

once the guy to your left stops
IMing you about my bra size.

This is what we want. Few guys
are getting paranoid and logging off.

That's what you call
eliciting a reaction.

I'm sending you their names
and search results.

Okay, we've got an outlier. Joel Hardy.
On financial aid. Low income family,

but he's made some big purchases
recently.

2009 Ducati.
Let's see, a trip to Vegas.

And $20,000 in computer hardware.

This could be our hacker.

To your left, seventh row up,
end seat.

He's fidgeting.
He doesn't want to make eye contact.

Yeah, he's hiding something.

Trying to play it cool.

Far more serious than those
incurred in corporate espionage jobs.

All right, Kensi.
Here comes your excuse to follow him.

Excuse me. I have to take this call.
Let's take a ten-minute break.

Someone higher up
financed his spending spree.

He can lead us there.

Eric, tell me about this guy.

Old parking tickets, bad habits,
friends, taste in music, anything.

He shut down his laptop
before I could mine anything relevant.

- Gotta go in cold.
- Just act like it's the first date.

Hey. Hi.

- Do you have a minute?
- No.

And shouldn't you be finishing up
your lecture?

- Shouldn't you be staying to hear it?
- I've got a thing.

- A thing?
- Yeah. Somewhere to be.

Oh, I see.

Okay. Well, I'm sorry I bothered you.

Have fun at your thing.

Wait. Wait.

- Hey, what's she doing?
- She's playing hard to get.

Hey. Hey.

What did you wanna ask me?

- I'm stuck in town for the night.
- Bummer.

Do you know
where I could get a drink or five?

Depends.

You want company?

I got it. Arthur Janson?

You must be the gentleman
my secretary mentioned.

- What can I do for you?
- Yousef Kaleem is dead.

He was your employee.

- You mind telling us about him?
- I'm afraid I don't know that much.

No? He worked here for over a year.

Kaleem was a business associate.

- Are you in a rush, Mr. Janson?
- I don't get close to people on the job.

Trust me. You open that door up,

you're asking for a needy,
whiny, slacker of a colleague.

I know exactly what you mean.

Any details will help.

I hired Kaleem because he was skilled
at writing computer code.

Come to think of it,
lately he's been spouting off

about politics and religion,
on the job.

Real crazy,
venomous anti-American stuff.

Why didn't you just fire him?

Equal Opportunity Act
makes it illegal for me

to fire him
based on his religious views.

I was amused
that he hated the country

that kept him gainfully employed.

That's one of my big complaints
with the mujahideen.

No sense of irony.

Unfortunately,
the same could be said for my clients.

If you'll excuse me.

I don't whine, I'm not needy,
and I don't slack.

Two out of three ain't bad.

Any luck with the semi
and finding the drone?

The kaleidoscope is still looking.

Bet you're the guy who thinks pressing
the elevator button over and over

makes it get there more quickly,
aren't you?

Yeah.

I like the way you party.

- It's only money, right?
- Mm-hm.

You very clearly know
how to spend it.

Well, let's just say I know
the right people and leave it at that.

The right people?
I know all about them.

I've done favours for half
of Silicon Valley.

The other half pays me
for protection.

You dig that?

Running network protection schemes
on yuppies chasing stock options?

Well, it beats working for a living,
doesn't it?

Call it money. Don't call it living.

And what's living to a guy like you?

Bypassing military-grade
quantum cryptography.

And?

Guy's gotta save something
for a second date, right?

Mm-hm.

- I'll be back.
- All right.

Dom, keep an eye on him.

You look like a man on a mission.

- Uh, maybe later.
- Ohh.

Dom, everything okay in there?

Dom, are you there?

Dom?

This is security cam footage
Eric pulled from the bar.

Joel Hardy walked in that
bathroom less than 30 seconds ago.

Rewind it.

Now hold on that guy
that comes out just after Dom goes in.

Walked right past him.

Don't let it bother you. There's no way
you could've known who he was.

Well, the bad news
is our only lead in this case is dead.

The good news is you're off the hook
for date number two.

Sure. Hop on the Kensi abuse train
and while there's still room onboard.

There. That's him.

Run him
through the facial recognition.

You're not responsible for this, Dom.

You did your job.

And when doing my job
isn't enough?

Come and see me
and we talk about it.

Thanks.

I'm ready to go back to work now.

- Thanks, Rose.
- Okay.

- Let me know if anyone does.
- Oh, I will.

- I'll tell Nate you say hi.
- Yeah, he has a thing about coroners.

- News?
- No.

No one has claimed Kaleem's body yet
or what's left of it.

Extremist views tend to estrange
one from one's friends and family.

I hope the 72 virgins were worth it.

How's the team holding up?

Two bodies in one day.
That's a lot for anyone to handle.

It's to be expected.

It's when they stop being affected
that I begin to worry.

Well, they've got a ways to go
before they get to that point.

That's good to know.

Wake up, sweetheart.

I found this
in Joel Hardy's apartment.

Good enough to fly a UAV, Dom?

With the right software and uplinks,
yeah.

It needs to be hooked up
to a computer.

It's with Eric.
He's trying to crack the encryption.

Let's look at connections.

Starting with Yousef Kaleem.

Okay, Kaleem is the perfect fall guy.

Anti-American views,
strong religious beliefs,

and weak enough for someone
to convince him

to take on the high-risk work

of snatching the UAV
from its landing site.

Joel Hardy.

A whiz kid who could beat
the Air Force at their game,

but he was immature.

He spent his money carelessly.

He did drugs,

and he was reckless enough
to post the UAV footage online.

Which is probably
what got him killed.

Which means
he's not the ringleader.

Captain Briggs, our pilot.

Wild card in the deck.

Well, he's got an axe to grind
with the drone programme

and the brain
to pull off a conspiracy like this,

- but he's not acting like a guilty man.
- Ho, brah!

- Scores.
- What was that?

It's Eric. He caught a break.

I just breached Joel Hardy's laptop.

Level seven nokVault software
with the triple encryption code.

Found a programme
that would enable the user

to penetrate the kind of quantum
encryption used by the Air Force.

Joel sent it
to A.J. Concept Solutions.

We got a hit.
Hamzi Khan. An Afghani.

Former beat cop in Kabul.
Retired in '03.

Not the first guy I'd hire for a hit
in L.A.

His wife died in Afghanistan
in 2007.

Rifqua Khan.

She was the victim of a UAV attack.

A missile blew up the school
where she was a teacher.

She and eight children were killed.

Pulling up her photo now.

Well, she's not an ethnic Afghani.

Rifqua is Arabic for Rebecca.

Janson
has a sister named Rebecca.

So a Predator killed Janson's sister,
who happens to be married to Khan.

And now they want to give America
a taste of drone warfare.

Hey, Eric.

Thanks. Kaleidoscope
just picked up our 18-wheeler.

Pulled out of a warehouse
downtown.

He's headed south.

His route lines up
with the Port of L.A.

- Show your hands.
- Show me your hands.

- Put them up.
- Get out of the truck.

- Get out.
- Please, I was just doing my job.

- Face down.
- Get down on the ground.

- Spread them out.
- I got him.

This guy just needs this truck
dropped off at the port.

Don't move.

- This guy?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's him.
- Face down.

- We've been had.
- Yeah.

Callen, we've got a situation here.

Janson wasn't trying to move
the drone out of the country.

He wanted it airborne.

The transponder just went online.

Where's it headed?

It's circling Los Angeles.

I tapped into the LAX
air-traffic control system.

It shows an unidentified aircraft
circling Marina del Rey

- at 10,000 feet.
- What are our options?

Crash the Air Force's
satellite drone server.

Sounds like a good idea.

Every UAV around the world
would go haywire.

Dozens of missions
would be compromised.

None of which is as important

as preventing a terrorist attack
on American soil.

It's not gonna work.

Janson installed
his own server overrides.

He knows what he's doing.
Bypassing them will take hours.

How long would it take to scramble
F-22 out of Edwards?

Including flight time,
20 minutes tops.

It's too long. Eric, find Janson.

I told you guys everything I know.

Your UAV is airborne.

- Where?
- Up there, somewhere, circling.

We think the guy who hijacked it
is gonna use it.

Nobody listened to me.

You see?

You see what happens when you
replace men with computer systems?

Eric triangulated the UAV signal
to this location.

Janson's gotta be around here
somewhere.

Joystick, throttle.

This was used to get control
of your UAV.

We're gonna hack into the system
and get it back.

I watched a friend die.

I couldn't help him.
I can't do that again.

Last night,

I watched a kid bleed out
on the floor of a bathroom

because I couldn't get there in time
to save him.

There's nothing I can do to fix that.

I don't get a second chance.

But you do.

Sometimes our best
isn't good enough.

True.

But that's no reason
to give anything less.

All right, I've gone to Janson's network
firewall. I just need to bypass...

Sam, I'm in.

I've got his targeting information.

Holy crap.
William F. Cooley High School.

Eric, get that school evacuated now.

- I'm calling L.A.P.D.
- Not fast enough.

Got it.
Now commencing with fast enough.

I need specifics, Eric.
Anything that might give Janson away.

All right, if he's controlling the drone,

he's gonna need a satellite dish
or antenna array.

Sam, I found it.

- Where?
- Janson is on a yacht called Rebecca.

- Let's go.
- It's docked in Slip 15.

Wow, how you doing?

- Unbelievable. Is this a Lungelli?
- This is a private vessel.

What do you think this is?
Thirty-five metres? Maybe 40?

You know,
I bet you this is actually 40.

Composite hull. This is unbelievable.

- Get back.
- It's beautiful.

- Kensi, hostile down. Slip 15.
- I'm on the way.

This is a long shot.
This gear has all sorts of bugs.

It isn't working. It's not responding.

I'm out of time.
I can't hack the drone.

If you can't hack the drone,
can you hack the missile instead?

Don't do it. Don't do it.

You're too late.

Come on. Come on.

I got it.

You guys got a place
you wanna ditch this missile?

I believe we do.

Hey.

Thanks.

Good night, Hetty.

That Nepal story was crazy.

You told Sam?

- She didn't really tell you, did she?
- Sorry, G. It's classified.

Oh, Chinese takeout and a glass
of red wine never looked so good.

I thought you had a date
with that guy tonight.

- The one who...
- Cancelled on him.

- Kensi.
- Hey, Kensi.

- Is Dom there?
- Yeah, he's here.

It's Nate. Still wanna talk to him?

I'm good.

He's good.