All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles 6x13 En el cumplimiento del deber_track4_[eng]

Car is ready,
Ambassador.
Thank you.

Let's go.

This is for the benefit
of the State Department.

I get it. We'll finish
this conversation in Tunis.

Okay. See you
in a week.

(tires squealing)

(rapid gunfire)

(gasps)

MAN:
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

(indistinct shouting)

(rapid gunfire)

Get her out
through the back!

I'll hold 'em off
as long as I can.

Yes, sir.

Ma'am, with me.

Let's go.

(gunfire continues)

(grunts, woman screams)

Go! Fall back!

SOLDIER (in distance):
Fall back! Fall back!

KENSI:
How bad is it?
We know about as much as you.

ERIC: That's great,
'cause we know nothing.

We need everyone
up in the...

Okay... whew!

GRANGER:
Glad you could make it.

Two hours ago,

the consulate in Sfax, Tunisia,
sent out a critical message

that they were
under attack-- Jones.

NSA found this
on Al Tunis Brigade's

internal e-mail system,

just 30 minutes
after the attack.

ERIC:
We just downloaded this.

I haven't had a chance
to analyze it yet.

SAM: Who's that security
detail protecting?

That's Ambassador Nancy Kelly.

CALLEN:
And the officer next to her?

Military attaché

Tom Harris.
SAM:
Harris.

He's a squared away sailor.
Good man.

Ambassador Kelly and part
of her detail escaped

through the back
of the compound

and returned safely to
the embassy in Tunis.

Unfortunately,

local assets confirmed

that two American lives
were lost.

HETTY:
I'm sorry, Sam.

Commander Harris
and one of the ambassador's

security detail, a Mr. Clayton
Waters, did not survive

the attack.

Any security footage from
inside the consulate building?

ERIC:
That's a negative.

They cut the power
during the attack.
GRANGER: We assume that

Harris and Waters were shot
trying to buy time

for the ambassador's escape.

That sounds like Harris--
gun, rather than run.

Since Attaché Harris was Navy,

we'll join in the investigation
with the FBI.

They'll be in the lead.
ERIC:
I'm conferencing in

FBI Agent Brad Reese.
He's the ALAP

for the U.S.
Embassy in Tunis.

We're grateful to have your team
working with us.

SAM:
Any intel

or advance warning
that someone was gonna try

to assassinate
Ambassador Kelly?

Negative. The RSO runs
a tight ship here.

We haven't seen anything

that would point
to something like this.

These images that I'm sending
you over right now were found

on the dark side
of Al Tunis Brigade's Web site

in the days prior to the attack.

CALLEN: Yeah, typical
pre-attack surveillance.

DEEKS:
Establishing patterns

for the target.

The State Department
and the FBI are both working

on the assumption
that this was an assassination

attempt on Ambassador Kelly.

If they'd succeeded,
this would have been the seventh

U.S. ambassador killed
by terrorists.

Will you be heading back to the
consulate to process the scene?

No, I'll be heading
back to the U.S.

for a debrief tonight.
State says the area

is still too dangerous.

Could be weeks before it cools
down enough for agents to go in

and process the crime scene.
CALLEN:
This has to be done now,

or there's not gonna be
any evidence!

We'll have another Benghazi
on our hands.

No answers, just conspiracies.

Well, the terrorists are
in complete control of the area.

Which is something
I can't allow.

Harris was a friend.

I can't let this pass

without answers.

Can we send in military
to secure the area?

The host government has made it
abundantly clear,

any large footprint from
military or law enforcement

will be considered
an illegal occupation.

What about a small footprint?

Navy could get
us in there

off the books, under the radar.

Well, if you can get in,
we do have equipment

that will make your limited time
on target worthwhile.

(sighs heavily)

KENSI:
So what's the plan?

Would you see
if Harris gave his commanders

any intel
on terror threats?

Wait. We're not
going with you?

It's too dangerous
for a full team.

We're gonna travel
light and fast.

Besides, if anything goes bad,
it's better if it's just us.

If anything
goes bad,

it's better if
we're there to help.

You guys go visit
Harris's commander.

Let us know what you find.

Come on. Who's gonna
have your back?
He is.

He's got mine.

Be safe.

See you in a few days.

See you.

(knocking on door)
WOMAN: Captain Beck?

The agents are
here to see you.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

Harris was one of the best men

I've had the privilege
of commanding.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

How can I help you folks?

What can you tell us about
Commander Harris's activities

in Tunisia,
prior to the attack?

Typical attaché work.

Hosting dignitaries,
meet and greets,

formal functions,
that sort of thing.

He didn't mention anything
that would indicate

that he was concerned

about the ambassador's
well-being and safety?

No. He would have reported back
to me on something like that.

KENSI:
Are you aware of anything
unusual that may have

been going on at the consulate?

Like what?

Something that may raise
the ire of terrorists

looking to
justify an attack.

Nothing can justify
what those savages did.

That's not what
my partner meant.

We simply want
to figure out

why they decided to come after
the ambassador now.

I have no idea.
How often

did you communicate
with Commander Harris?

By phone or e-mail,
pretty much weekly.

Mostly small talk.
When's the last
time you saw him?

When he was back in the States

for a couple of weeks
last summer.

Has he been back
to the U.S. since?

No. He was

about due for his next R&R.

He gets two a year.

Okay. Um...

I think we're all done here.

Thank you very much.
And, of course, feel free

to call us if you think
of anything pertinent.

KENSI:
Thanks.

Off of the record,

I'm tired of playing politics

with those
who think assassinations

and car bombs
are tools of diplomacy.

I want you

to find out who did this,

and I want you to kill him.

Good luck.
See you at the exfil.

Copy that.

SAM:
Government-issued BDUs,

night vision goggles.

Not your typical Jihadi kit.

Yeah, scavenged
from the consulate attack.

ERIC: We're up and running,
guys. You got the feed.

CALLEN:
Eric, keep an eye on these boys.

We got you covered.

(speaking local language)

Sam, status.

We're headed
for the safe room now.

(tapping keys)

SAM:
Oh, man.

ERIC:
What is it, Sam?

Bodies are still
in the safe room.

They haven't moved 'em.

Door hinge is bent.

Got to make sure
these guys get brought home.

They will be.
But right now our mission is

is to find evidence to bring
their killers to justice.

Sam.

LIDAR ready to scan.

Turning LIDAR on.

How do we know
if it's working?

CALLEN:
Ow.

It's working.

Unfortunately,
we're not gonna be as stealth

as we had wanted to be,

not with these guys
wearing night vision goggles.

They'll see the lasers
through the windows.

Lucky if we have two minutes
on target.

We're gonna need
more than that.

Scanning the northwest corner
of the room.

Something's up. Look.

ERIC:
Guys, one of the guards

just ran to the front gate
to alert the others.

Looks like they're headed
your way.

So much for having two minutes.

Almost done.
This is my last corner.

GRANGER: Callen, Sam,
you have to get out now.

Come on, G, we got
to beat feet.

Ten more seconds.

HETTY:
Pull out, Mr. Callen.

The terrorists are out
of our field of view.

HETTY:
Pull out, Mr. Callen.

That's an order.

G, we got to roll.

Three seconds is all I...

Ah!

NELL:
Callen? Sam?

(gunfire stops)
HETTY:
Mr. Callen?

(static over radio)

CALLEN: We're out. Heading to
the exfil rally point.

They're out.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
We aren't the highest priority

at the DoD right now,
and satellites in the area

are a little overtaxed.

Excuses lead to abuses.

Owen, please.

Oh. There you are.

You guys gave me
a heart attack.

Almost gave you
a heart attack?

Imagine that.

What does not
kill us, only...

Makes me want to kill you.

We got
what we needed.

That was our assignment.
Yeah, let's just hope

you got what we needed.

I'm uploading
the LIDAR data now.

Use your wizardry
to make it work, Gandalf.

FBI's moving their equipment
into the gym to help work

the case.
Coincidentally,

while you were waiting
for your exfil, several...

suspected members
of the Al Tunis Brigade boarded

an Air France flight to Paris,

with a direct connection
to Mexico City.

You contact FBI
and Homeland Security?

Yes, and Border Patrol.
Now, we'll catch them

if they cross through
a border cross point.

But the problem is
they probably won't.

They're more likely
to try and sneak in.

What's up, boys?

How's the, uh, honeymoon going?

Really?
You two want to go there?

Oh, no, not us two.
Keep me out of this.

CALLEN:
You guys have any luck?

Commander Harris's boss,
Captain Beck,

said that Harris had
typical foreign services work,

nothing exciting
or out of the ordinary.

Eric, let me know
if you find anything.

You know it.

Welcome home,
Agent Reese.

Thank you.

DEEKS (Southern accent):
You buildin' a fort?

3-D evidence
printers,

capable of
reproducing evidence

smaller than the
naked eye can detect.

KENSI and DEEKS:
Wow.

Can you build me
a Stretch Armstrong doll?

What?
What?

Ignore him.

Was the data that Callen
and Sam collected adequate?

Oh, couldn't have been better.

Good.
Soon,

this will all be
an exact replica

of the U.S. Consulate safe room,
down to the most minute detail.

And then, after that,
you can build me

a Stretch Armstrong doll?

I'm just kidding.
What I really need

is, like,
a-a Hetty bobblehead doll.

Oh, my gosh. Would you stop?
What? I'm just saying.

We could put it on
the dashboard...
Hey, guys?

Hey.
We found something.
Captain Beck

told you he hadn't seen
Commander Harris

since he returned home
last summer, right?

Right.
Well,

State Department records show
that Beck traveled back

from a two-week trip
to the consulate in Tunisia,

just two days prior
to the attack.

And consulate
security logs indicate

that he spent
most of that time

in closed-door meetings
with Harris.

Why would Beck lie to us about
paying a subordinate a visit?

Maybe it's not the trip
that he's hiding.

Maybe it's the subject
of those closed-door meetings.

Maybe we have to pay
Captain Beck another visit.

WOMAN: I'm sorry,
can I help you?
KENSI: No, we do not need help.

Thank you.
I'm sorry, sir. I don't...

Please hold my calls,
Ms. Tucker.

I have nothing to add
to what I've already told you.

Captain, you know
it's a federal offense

to make false statements
in a federal investigation.

I did not make...
Sir, it would
behoove you

not to compound your prior lack
of candor with more lies.

We know you lied about
the last time you saw Harris.

DEEKS: And you
so conveniently forgot

to mention the fact that you
recently visited him in Tunisia.

My interactions

with my subordinates
have nothing to do

with your investigations.

Besides,

it's well above your pay grade.
It may be above

our pay grade, but it's not
above our security clearance.

KENSI:
Captain,

you knew Harris.

He was a good man,

and he deserves to be laid
to rest properly.

And so do

his assailants.
I'm sorry.

I'm afraid
I can't tell you anything else.
Captain, please...

I'd appreciate it
if you would

just leave my office, please.

Sir.

(machine whirring)

Whoa.

Is it just me
or is this a little freaky?

It's weird.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

No, no. Check it out.

What's missing here?

(phone ringing)

KENSI:
The hell is he hiding?

DEEKS:
I don't know.

I know
what he's hiding behind.

Hey, Callen,
you guys back yet?

Yeah. Hey, look,
we got a problem over here.

We're looking
at the 3-D recreation.

There's no visible entrance
or exit wounds.

Don't forget we can't see
the underside of the bodies.

The entrance wound
could be underneath them,

and there may not be
an exit wound.

SAM:
Yeah, but there's no signs
of blood pooling either,

and their body positioning
indicates...

they died of smoke inhalation.

There's no
blunt trauma.

Either way, we have
a very different scenario.

Why don't you guys head back.

All right.
Well,

we'll see you in 20 minutes.

Callen and Sam think
they found something.

Blue Chevy Malibu,
your 12 o'clock.

Holding four guys.
Now there's three. One of them

is now at your two o'clock
with a gray sport coat.

You see him?

I do.

Okay, now we got one guy pulling

a briefcase out
of the back of that car.

Might be private security.

Either way, I don't like it.

You got my back?
Always.

Ow.

Gun! Federal agents.

Stop! Freeze! Freeze!

(engine revs, tires screech)

(tires screeching)

KENSI: Eric, I need you
to find a blue Chevy Malibu

north on Flower.

Got it, Kens.

You okay?

Yeah. Better than that guy.

Tunisian government
negotiated the release

of Waters'
and Harris's bodies.

They're on their way home.

Good.

Leave no man behind.

Guys, Kensi and Deeks
were just in a shooting

outside Beck's office.

Where are they?
ERIC:
Heading back.

They're okay. They took out
one of the shooters,

still trying to find the rest.

What the hell happened?
We're...

putting the pieces together now.
But check it.

Going over the video again,
we found this.

They're carrying RPGs.
If you've got rockets

and your intent is to
kill the ambassador,

why would you let her
go into a secure building?

ERIC:
But wait, there's more.
Act now

and we'll throw in this,
compliments of the FBI,

taken in Koreatown
this morning.

NELL:
The Feds have this bank
under surveillance because

of suspected ties
to terror financing.

But that's not all.

This limited time offer
also gets you this guy.

That's right. It's the shooter

that Kensi and Deeks just killed
outside of Beck's office.

GRANGER:
Same guy.
I think you just confirmed

the bank's ties
to terror financing.

Now, the angle of their faces
in relationship to the camera

isn't ideal,
but facial recognition gives

60% probability
that at least two of the men

are the same men
from the consulate attack video.

GRANGER:
Get these photos
out in a BOLO

to all law enforcement
in the area

with a warning
not to approach,

just to notify NCIS and FBI
if they're spotted.

On it.

Gentlemen,
I've just been informed

that Ambassador Kelly

would like to see

our replica

of the consulate crime scene.

The ambassador is here in L.A.?

Well, she's here
for Commander Harris's burial,

day after tomorrow,

at Los Angeles
National Cemetery.

SAM:
That's why these
guys are in L.A.

They're here for another
attempt at the ambassador.

No bullet holes in the walls,

bodies or floor.

Really bad shooting.

Most of these guys
just pray and spray.

There's a pretty clear
boot print here.

Yeah, looks like the breacher
has some weight to him;

this would be about a size 13.

Take a picture, see if

Eric and Nell
can find something.

DEEKS:
What's up, gentlemen?

You guys good?
DEEKS:
Peachy.

What's the status
on the ambassador?

CALLEN:
We alerted her security detail,

as well as
the local authorities.

REESE:
The FBI's all over it

as well.
KENSI:
Question is,

why were those guys at
Captain Beck's office?

And, uh, was that
money for him?

Well, he's gotta know
something went down,

because of the shooting.

No, we told him
it was drug related,

so that should buy us some time.

KENSI:
Yeah.
ERIC:
Oh, man!

This is like the world's
greatest Lego set.

Do you have any idea
what I could do with this?

Eric, do you have
something for us?

Oh, yes, sir.

I have something that you're
going to like very, very much.

NELL: Turns out
our evasive Captain Beck

has some mysterious contacts.

So we did a little backtracking

and we located security camera
footage of Beck

in the parking garage
of his Navy office,

in the alleyway

behind a coffee shop
in Beverly Hills...

and on the lowest level of a
parking garage in Santa Monica.

ERIC:
We've tracked much

of Beck's recent
local movements,

and he only meets this
individual in secluded spots.

Hmm. Super Secret
Squirrel stuff.

CALLEN:
Go back to the photo

in the alley.

Can you get in
any tighter?

Huh.

That's CIA.

I worked with him in Russia.
'97.

Went by the name of Otto.

Otto?

Well, it was in Moscow.

I worked with him again,
two years later, in Caracas,

and he was going
by the name Steve.

Sounds like the CIA.

Would you be able to locate him?

I could pull a few strings.

DEEKS:
Wow.

Now I know how Mr. Magoo felt.

Who?

Magoo.
Seriously?

"Oh-ho-ho, Magoo!

You've done it again!"

What?!

DEEKS:
Seriously?

Nothing?

Whew! Wow.

Obviously before your time.

My time is your time,

so how is that possible,
Einstein?

Because you don't
have an appreciation

for vintage animation.

And if by that you mean
I don't like old cartoons,

no, I don't.

DEEKS:
First off, the word "cartoon"

is demeaning to the art form.

And secondly... (coughs)

...cartoons are cool.
Oh, yeah?

You think they're cool?
Yeah, I think
they're rad.

How rad do you
think they are?

I think they're awesome possum.

How awesome possum?
REESE:
What is this?

This? Oh, don't
worry about this.

It's just adorable
partner banter.

You're gonna come to love this.

No, here.

DEEKS:
Oh, wow.

Looks like you invited him
to dinner at your house,

because there is
human bite marks

on that piece
of paper.

KENSI:
There are also marks that
look like writing indentations.

DEEKS: Well, let's get Eric
to see what it says.

CALLEN: Partial document
in Harris's hand.

Looks like one word
stands out-- "Dogleg."

Sounds like a codename.

Let's see if the CIA
can shed some light on it.

Let me handle this guy.

Hey, buddy,
how the hell are you?

Good.

This is my partner,

Huggy.

Walter.

Pleasure to meet
you, Huggy.

Well, it's been a while.

What can I do you for?
Well, I got a couple

questions I think you might
be able to help us with, Wally.

Uh, you know I hate,
uh, "Wally," Butch.

Come on. Yeah.
Show some respect, Butch.

I'm sor... I'm sorry.
It-it slipped my mind.

What can you tell us
about Dogleg?

Nothing.

I'm not much of a golfer.

Uh-huh.

CALLEN:
I get it.

But two good men
died in Tunisia

and I know you got information

that could help us
find the killers.

Sorry, but you're barking up
the wrong flagpole.

CALLEN:
Walter,

we got another

Benghazi here.

Never been to Tunisia.

Or Benghazi. Sorry.

Is that it?
No, that's not it.

A friend of mine died
while trying to eat

a document that
referred to Dogleg,

so I'd appreciate
some genuine cooperation.

SAM:
Don't look at him,

look at me.

I believe he was

trying to protect
whatever Dogleg is.

I want to know
what was so important

that he was trying
to protect it and not himself.

I shouldn't tell you anything.

G?

Relax, Hugs.

I didn't say I wouldn't,
I said I shouldn't.

Now, I'm only gonna
point you in a direction;

the rest is up to you
to figure out.

DOGLEG is the code name
of a top secret

black op in Tunisia.

I oversaw it for the CIA.

Doing what?

There's a lot of
good undercover people

on the ground there.

Answer the question.

Look, I warned them

it'd piss off the natives.

Like I said,

you want to find out more,

you're gonna have to do it
on your own, gents.

Hey...

and keep your heads down.

You're just gonna
let him walk away?

I can't exactly
hold him here, Hugs.

Where the hell he go?

That's why they
call 'em spooks.

Don't you ever get sick
of drinking that stuff?

You probably have enough tannins
in your system

to turn you into
a suede handbag.

Do you actually have
anything on your mind,

Assistant Director?

Or are you just looking
for a kitten to kick?

Are you comfortable
bringing the ambassador here?

I am.

Hasn't been
the safest place lately.

And we still

don't know who our mole
was working for.

Then this should be a good test

of our security.

So we got nothing
on your friend Otto.

He, like, disappeared.

But we do have this,

from the consulate's
outer security cameras

prior to the attack.

I don't see anything.

Oh, uh, um...

just bear-bear with me.

Hold on...

Bu-bu-bu-bu...

Maybe you should just
tell us what it was.

ERIC:
Uh... y... I-I could,

but it would...
it's more of like a visual.

Things would just...
just hang tight.

Why don't you text us
when you find it?

No, no, wait! I got it,
I got it, I got it.

Ambassador Kelly
and Commander Harris.

Trouble in paradise?

(phone buzzing)
Maybe Kensi can
read her lips.

SAM: It's gonna have to wait.

Ambassador's rolling up.

Madame Ambassador,
right this way.

And we'll come in here.

This is the 3D render

of the crime scene.

This is FBI
Special Agent Reese...

REESE:
Ma'am.

HETTY:
...and LAPD Detective Deeks...

Ambassador.

HETTY: ...and NCIS
Special Agents Blye...

Hi.
...Callen, and Hanna.

Ma'am.

SAM:
Madam.
You're the two

who recovered all this evidence?

Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

We'll find justice for them.

KELLY:
They died so I could live.

No one can ever
repay such a debt.

CALLEN:
Ma'am, is it possible

we could have
a moment of your time?

Certainly.

How can I be
of assistance?

SAM: We have some
conflicting hypotheses

about the terrorist attack,

which we were hoping
you could help clarify.

You can have a seat here.

Thank you.

The terrorists had RPGs,
yet they didn't use them.

No bullet holes in the
walls or the bodies.

It appears they died
of smoke inhalation

because the terrorists
were trying to smoke 'em out.

I don't understand.

CALLEN:
Ma'am, we believe

this might have been

a kidnapping attempt,

not an assassination
attempt.

SAM:
These are from

the terrorists'
internal communications.

Not all these images are of me.

How do you know
I was the target?

CALLEN:
She's right.

There are five people

in all of these images.

I've got you,

personal assistant Lois,

Harris, your driver,

and the head of
your security detail, Ray.

You ready?

Go.

CALLEN:
Harris, you, Lois, driver.

Ray, Harris, you,

Lois.

Harris, Ray.

You, Lois, Harris.

Ray, you, Harris.

Harris, Driver, Ray.

What do we got, Sam?

Harris is
the common denominator.

He's in all of
these images.

Meaning the terrorists
were trying

to kidnap Harris.

Not you.

Do you have any idea why?

No.

But you might.

If I had to guess,

I would say that
that argument is

about Dogleg.

Am I right?

I was arguing with Harris
about the Dogleg op

he was running
out of the consulate.

SAM:
We need to know everything

about this op.

It involves dozens
of covert operatives

throughout Tunisia.

The kind of risky op that,
if it goes south,

it's a career-ender.

This op ended lives.

So careers are not high priority

for us right now.

Who else was involved
with Dogleg?

That's what I was mad
at Harris about.

I wanted to know what other

American personnel
were involved.

I'm the ambassador.

I'm responsible for every
American in that country.

We appreciate that, ma'am.

But can you give us

the identity
of anyone else involved?

Harris would not

identify any
of the operatives in Tunisia,

which is what got me so upset.

He kept telling me I'd be safer
if I didn't know.

What about outside of Tunisia?

Do you know anyone that was
involved that wasn't in Tunisia?

Only Harris's boss.

Captain Beck.

I believe he was
in charge of it.

What is it?

Your security detail may be
protecting the wrong person.

If the terrorists
were after Harris

in Tunisia and that failed...

They're probably in L.A.
to get Captain Beck.

Not you, Ambassador.

Eric, get Kensi and Deeks over

to Captain Beck's house
immediately.

Let's hope Beck is
smart enough to talk now.

Deeks?
That's not good.

Kens?
Yup.

Anything?

Nothing.

Clear signs of forced entry
on the front door.

Same as the back.
(line ringing)

Wow, looks like your

house after you clean it.
Thank you.

Go for Beale.

Eric, looks like
Beck was abducted.

See if you can find
any footage in the area

that'll give us
a direction of travel.
Got it.

Come here.
You know if Beck talks,

he's gonna compromise
the safety

of a dozen U.S.
operatives overseas.

Look familiar?

Yeah, it looks like
the same size and tread

as the boot we found
at the consulate.

Yup.

Eric, I'm sending you
a picture right now.

Compare it to the bootprint

that we found
at the consulate replica.

Got it.
I'll start scouring databases.

Thank you.

Hey, you were right.
Bootprints were a match.

Ah, great! So, we're looking
for a guy in boots.

Just to clarify--
we can eliminate anybody wearing

flip flops or clogs?

Mockery aside-- you're right.

The boots were
a very common brand name

so they weren't
much help on their own.

DEEKS:
Well, Mockery is

my middle name.

When we combine the boot
brand, the foot size,

the satellite images of
the consulate aftermath,

the terrorist videos

and our own files from
the Al Tunis Brigade...

Ladies and gentlemen,
we present to you

the Cinderella
for our glass boot--

Tunisia's own Munir al Zarzi.

CALLEN:
I assume from his nom de guerre

that he's from Zarzis?

Coastal town in Tunisia?

Yes. He was captured
in Afghanistan in 2002.

He did seven years in Gitmo
and was released in 2010.

He's not your typical

weekend warrior.

He's a true believer.

A hardcore Jihadist.

NELL:
He also oversaw

the beheading
of 19 of his captives.

Lovely.

ERIC:
We did a Kaleidoscope search

for Munir al Zarzi

in the vicinity of the bank
from the FBI surveillance video,

and found this.

NELL:
This was a traffic camera
in Koreatown,

less than a mile from the bank.

ERIC:
We then tracked his car
to a compound in Hancock Park.

Best guess-- he's still there.

CALLEN: We're going
tactical now. Tell Hetty.

Alert Agent Reese, and have
the FBI SWAT team spun up.

Will do.
Got it.

Alpha Team will approach
the main gate

on the north side.
They'll be entering
a fatal funnel

if they go through
that front gate.

Terrorists will be
expecting that.

Exactly. That's why
we need Alpha Team to make

their presence known
outside the gate.

We, Bravo Team, will approach
the south wall,

Charlie Team

will secure a third
breach point to the west.

Do we have any intel

on exactly where
the hostage is being held?

Negative, but we're fairly
certain Captain Beck's

being tortured for information.

Timing is everything!
Everybody moves on our command!

Reece here.
Alpha Team is in position.

Kensi, Deeks, you ready?

Affirmative. Charlie Team is
waiting on your green light.

Charlie Team, hold.

Bravo, hold. Alpha?

On my count.

Three, two, one.

Execute!

Execute! Execute!

(men yelling)

Bravo Team coming in.

¶ ¶

Drop your weapons.

Okay, okay.

Secure!

REESE:
On your knees!

SAM: Alpha Team,
secure the terrorists.

CALLEN:
Got this, Reece?

Got it. Go! Go!

Charlie Team, Execute! Execute!

Execute!

Go.
Go! Go!

Okay, yeah.

(grunts)

(man yells)

You're welcome.

Take it that's not a surrender?

You are so very wrong!

This will never come to an end!

We are only just...

Aah!

Yeah, I thought about hitting an
eight, but then I decided just

to, you know, choke down
to seven iron.

Bet you're happy to see us now,
Captain Beck?

I didn't tell them anything.

I didn't say a word.

We know.

Could tell by your face
you kept your mouth shut.

Good job, Captain.

Agent Reese and his team
are leaving now.

I just wanted to thank
you guys for everything.

It's our pleasure.
Hey.

We're happy we could help.

Yeah.
DEEKS:
Hey, about that, uh,

3D printer of yours...

Already packed up
and out of your hair.

Great, so that means I'm not
gonna get a Stretch Armstrong

or a Hetty bobble head doll?

What's wrong with you?

Hmm?
He's a bobble head.

Yeah, he's more like
a Ch-Ch-Chia pet.

(Nell clears her throat)

Guys...
It's okay.

I'm not sure how, but this?

This works.

CALLEN: Yeah, well,
we're all just kind of

one big happy, slightly
dysfunctional family.

Yeah.

Good night, Callen.

Good night, Kensi.

Good night, Nay-Nay.

Good night, John Boy.

SAM:
Shut up, Deeks.

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