All language subtitles for NCIS LA s12e01_English

RADIO OPERATOR:
Attention,
unidentified aircraft.

You have entered the U.S.
Air Defense identification zone.

Please identify yourself
and destination.

Attention,
unidentified aircraft.

Please respond.

Clubber, this is Big Heavy.

Unclassified band is not
responding to comms.

Proceed as hostile intent.

Your vector is 06 006
for bogey.

CLUBBER:
I got them.

Angels 18 bearing
zero six niner.

20 miles out, walking the line.

Attention,
unidentified aircraft,

you are rapidly approaching
U.S. territory.

We are on a training mission
in international airspace.

Training mission, my ass.

Relax, Clubber, they're just
trying to rattle our cage.

See, they're already
veering off.

Dasvidaniya, comrades.

(speaking Russian)

Whoa! Do you see that?

Where the hell'd they go?

Might be shadowing
under the other one,

but he's in a deep dive.

(speaking Russian)

Molniya-tri?

(speaking Russian)

Where is he? You got him?

No, I lost him.

He's no longer on the radar.

Did they hit the water?

Clubber?

Clubber? Clubber, do you copy?

♪ ♪

Hello?

Hetty?

Anybody home?

(phone ringing)

Hetty?

Strange.

Hey, Hetty, it's Nell.

I got your message and I'm here.

In your office.

But you're not.

(phone continues ringing)

You could've at least
answered the phone.

Hetty, oh, my God!
Where are you?

Nowhere I want to be.

(sighs)

I'm so sorry
to hear about

your mother's passing,
Miss Jones.

Thank you.

And I want

to apologize for calling you
so late, but I need a favor.

Okay, what sort of favor?

A Russian aircraft disappeared

off the coast of California.

Wait, as in crashed?

I can't discuss it
on an unsecured line.

Okay, well...

Hetty, I-I don't
work here anymore.

I know, dear.

But the team needs someone
to run point on this.

(explosion)

Bugger!

I've got to go.

I'll check in when I can.

Good luck.

Oh, my God, Hetty,
no, no, no, wait.

(sighs)

You've got to be kidding me.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

(clears her throat)

NCIS Los Angeles.

Son of a bitch!

What happened?

I think somebody slipped us
a counterfeit bill.

Ah, yeah, that's
definitely a phony.

First-grade fugazee.

The old bandulu.

That's not cool.

It's definitely not cool.

It's also a felony.

And a job for our brothers and
sisters of the Secret Service.

You know what,
I typically just keep them.

I'm sorry, what?

Well, no, like,
to pay Callen and Sam back

if I ever lose a bet, you know?

You're joking, right... felon?

You realize in colonial America
that Benjamin Franklin

put on the actual bills
"to counterfeit is death"?

You mean the guy that flew
a kite into a thunderstorm?

Yeah, and because
of that courageous act,

he discovered electricity.

Did he, though?

Yeah, he did.

(phone rings)

He... did.

Didn't he?

Oh. Nell.

Who that?

Oh, Nell-asaurus,
pick up.

Hi.

Tell her I said hi.

Deeks says hi.

Thank you.

Oh...

What?

When?

Okay, but why are you the...

Okay, no problem.
We'll be there.

Bye.

What's going on?

Nell needs us
at headquarters now.

I didn't know that Nell
was working with us.

Well, technically she's not, but
I guess Hetty called in a favor

because it's an emergency.

What emergency?

A Russian plane just
went missing off the coast.

A passenger jet?

A strategic bomber.

FATIMA:
The missing plane is believed

to be a Tupolev TU-95.

Commonly referred to
as "The Bear."

It's a large turboprop with
a range of 15,000 kilometers.

Yeah, Russia likes
to buzz the coastline

from Alaska to California.

Any reports of wreckage?

Nothing yet.
If they hit the water,

we won't be able to see
anything until morning.

Do we know
what was on board?

No, but we do know
that it has the capacity

to hold 33,000 pounds' worth
of missiles,

including nuclear warheads.

What's Moscow say?

Nothing.

CALLEN:
Washington?

Nell's still waiting
for a response from SECNAV.

Nell as in Nell Jones?

Apparently, Hetty asked her
to lend a hand on this one.

Where's Hetty?

No idea.

But Nell has arranged
for someone from the Navy

to debrief you
with what they know.

He should be
meeting you soon.

Do you think

there's a chance
we shot it down?

I sure as hell hope not.

If we did, Russia would
consider that an act of war.

What are the SEALs'
involvement, Senior Chief?

If this thing crashed
in the ocean,

we're gonna be
the first ones on it.

There's a good chance
Russia will make

a play to recover
their property.

No doubt. That's why
we need to get there first.

If there's
any useful intel aboard,

and we suspect there will be,
we want it.

Not to mention
the need to secure

what could be
nuclear warheads.

Well, if there were
nukes aboard,

wouldn't we know already?

Yeah, we would hope.

So what can we do to help you?

National
command authorities

has Navy SPECWAR
running point on this.

It's believed that
both planes probably

flew out of Chukotka
or the Amur region

and have over
a 9,000 mile range.

If it isn't in the ocean,
it could theoretically

still be flying.

No way.

NORAD and Air Force
would've spotted them by now.

They should have,
but in this case

we have to anticipate and
be prepared for all scenarios,

no matter how improbable.

It's a large plane with
lots of fuel on board, and...

not to mention their weapons.

If it were to crash into
any residential neighborhood

or the downtown of any
major city,

the result would be
catastrophic.

Not as catastrophic
as the worst-case scenario.

So, assuming this
Russian strategic bomber

somehow managed to avoid,
evade...

become invisible to our radar,

what is the worst-case scenario?
A...

A nuclear attack?

Yes.

With one plane?

I mean, knowing that
our retaliation

could be annihilation?

The greater fear is
a rogue faction

within the Russian military.

At least that's the way
the Kremlin would spin it

after the fact.

China, the U.K., Japan, Germany,
every nation steps in

to prevent World War III.

Russia delivers a huge
mea culpa, offers billions

in restitution and aid,
but the damage is done.

An already weakened
United States is

economically wiped out.

China becomes the most powerful
nation in the world,

their relationship
with Russia flourishes,

and democracy as we know it
is dead.

You should be writing
children's books.

He's not wrong.

But bloody depressing.

The good news is the Bear is
a big, noisy plane.

So even if they were
invisible to our radar,

there's a pretty good chance
someone's gonna see or hear it.

What's SECNAV say?

NELL:
SECNAV hasn't responded
to any of my calls.

Sorry, can you hear me?

Callen? Sam? Hello?

All right, I'm gonna call you
back from the landline.

(scoffs):
I think someone messed up
my Bluetooth while I was gone.

Ooh, yeah, I think I saw Beale
stirring his coffee with that.

Ew. Where is Eric anyway?

Uh, he's officially on vacation.

And unofficially?

Mm, unofficially he is at
a Tokyo trade show.

That company that he was
working for last year

in San Francisco was bogus,
but the technology

he was developing
was very much real,

so it sort of reverted
back to him.

Oh, please tell me it's not
his robotic security chimp.

Um, I don't know, but I can
tell you that he's become

far more, um, what's the word?
Eccentric?

Eccentric's good.

Eccentric, since you've
been gone.

Wow, that makes me sad.

(scoffs):
Think how we feel.
Although I gotta be honest,

I'm intrigued by the idea
of a robotic security chimp.

Think about that.
Think if we had half a dozen

of those running around here.

One monkey is plenty enough
for me.

I'm so sorry.

What's up, guys?

Hey.

FBI Agent Rountree.

Yeah, working with NCIS now.

Special Agent Rountree
passed his FLETC training

while you were gone.

(whistles)

Wow. Congrats.

And even better because
I actually need someone

to stake out the
Russian consulate.

Log who's going in and out;
we need to see if there's been

an uptick in activity.

There isn't a Russian consulate
in Los Angeles.

(chuckles)
Yeah. And I love leg day.

NCIS Los Angeles.

Did I miss-- did I something?

Just, Hetty brought Nell in

to help out with
this situation,

but, um, Deeks can
bring you up to speed.

Uh, will, you send
him the address

and maybe give him the
surveillance protocol?

And you, please,
by all means,

grab any equipment you
need from the armory.

(clicks tongue)

There's a Russian consulate
in Los Angeles?

Unofficially, yes.

It's hidden behind
the Hollywood sign.

(chuckles)

I'm just kidding.

The Russians,
they operate out of the, uh,

Boba & Borscht
at the Farmer's Market,

and I know that
because I was undercover there

for six months working
at the, uh, Falafeloco.

What about Undersecretary Peel
or his assistant?

Yes. Yes, I do.

And I need you to understand
that we need to be kept informed

if we are to be
of any help whatsoever.

Good day, sir.

Well. Did not miss that.
(clears throat)

That's what I call
institutionalized bureaucracy.

Well, we've missed you.

I missed you, too.

Hmm.

Really sorry to hear
about your mama.

Thanks. She, uh,
she fought a good fight.

The apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

(laughs softly)

How are you really doing?

Uh, I'm okay.

You know.

It's-it's been
a while now, so I'm good.

Mostly.

Just trying to figure out

what I want to do
with the rest of my life.

Well, when you do figure it out,
will you let me know?

(both chuckle)

I think you are right
where you're supposed to be.

I hope so.

I mean it.

It's really good
to have you back.

Even if it's just
for a little while.

Oh. That means a lot.

(phone ringing)

Well, I'm not getting it.

Yep, that's for me.

NCIS Los Angeles.

CALLEN:
Are we even sure
this second plane

ever existed?

I mean,
it's been several hours.

There's no sign of debris
or a crash site.

It's a big ocean.

Sure, but what if the Russians
specifically came in close

to test out some phantom
cyber technology.

If they could spoof our radar,
causing us to see planes

where no planes exist,

they could have us
chasing our tails all day.

That would explain
the recent rash of UFO sightings

by military pilots.

Then again, the plane may have

flown out to sea below radar,

and the Russians are
already home laughing at us

while we're on
a wild goose chase.

Well, what are
the other possibilities?

I mean, on the
outside chance

that they were able to do
an emergency landing,

somebody had to see
or at least hear something.

That is an extremely
loud airplane.

If all four engines
were working.

What if they were down to one?

Or none.

They went into a dive
off the coast.

Could have been
a bird strike.

No engines, no sound.

They would have been forced
to try and glide

into a dead-stick landing.

Hmm. If they were low enough
to avoid radar,

they're not gonna glide
very far.

But look where they disappeared.

Last known location,
they're headed out to sea.

Okay, so they're down
to one engine,

they're flying below radar,
along a rugged coastline

that's sparsely inhabited,

in an area that's prone
to heavy fog.

(sighs)
Find anything yet?

Uh, no, not yet, but Sam
and Callen are theorizing

about an emergency landing.

Well, so, Sam thinks that
the crew would blow up the plane

and then send out a Mayday.

They would insist
the plane had crashed,

so by the time we could
get anybody out on the scene,

all the useful intel
would have been destroyed.

Wow. The White House
and the Kremlin both save face

with a lovely PR event
while the crew

are safely repatriated
back home.

After, of course, the requisite
Disneyland photo shoot.

Of course.

I'm sure the
Air Force

and Navy are all over this,
but we should cast a wide net--

so, local flight clubs, plane
spotters, ham radio operators--

to see if anybody's reported
any unusual aircraft.

(tongue clicks)
Great minds.

I don't know about great,
but... "just fine."

If these pilots were forced
to make an emergency landing,

there are a ton
of abandoned airfields

throughout California,

not to mention
desolate desert roads

and even salt flats
that could work

if you were trying to delay
detection as long as possible.

Any chatter in the areas
with unusual air traffic?

Not with
our traditional sources,

but I did some trolling on some
UFO websites and social media,

just to see if I could find
anything out of the ordinary.

Let me tell you, that is a deep,
dark rabbit hole to go down.

There's not one,
but three separate accounts

of a small humanoid creature
going through dumpsters

in El Segundo.

I think we know that guy.

I think we
arrested that guy.

There were also
several sightings

of a large unknown aircraft
flying low

over the Los Padres
National Forest.

It'd about 42 miles
west of Bakersfield.

If they were flying
between Saint Lucia

and the Diablo Mountain Ranges,

that would explain why
they went undetected on radar.

Could be worth
checking out.

I think you mean to say
someone should check that out.

That's, like,
a three-hour drive.

No.

I can get us there,
door to door, in two hours.

And that is what scares me.

And I can get you there
in under an hour.

CALLEN:
Oh, yeah? Did, uh, Hetty leave
you a little magic wand?

No, but she did
leave me in charge,

and if I'm calling the shots,
then you guys get a helicopter.

That works for me.

Don't leave me the keys if
you don't want me driving.

I could get to like this.

Hey, how about doubling
our expense accounts?

Uh, let's not push it, huh?

You took a shot.

Mm. I took a shot.

Took a shot.

What are the chances a Russian
bomber is still in the air

over the continental U.S.?

Zero to none.
Country's on high alert.

We would have spotted it by now.

You thinking this
is a waste of time?

I'm thinking these guys
would rather crash than risk

a bomber of theirs
falling into our hands.

Even if it is a
Cold War dinosaur.

Unless it was a Trojan Horse
loaded full of malware,

waiting to be unleashed as soon
as we try to access intel.

That's pretty elaborate
just for that.

I'm not talking about the plane,
I'm talking about the people.

Russian operatives disguised
as defecting crew members?

If that's the case, why
not put out a Mayday?

Risk the chance
of being shot down?

Maybe they really were
incapacitated.

Well, then, there
should have been a crash.

With the possibility
of weapons on board.

Unless they
really landed.

And they're unloading
those weapons as we speak.

So wipe that table down.

I just wiped it down.

(door opens)

ARKADY:
You ever consider
renting out

for funerals?

Oh, my God, look at that dome.

What happened?
Did you lose a bet?

Very funny.

Training for triathlon.

Really?

Uh-huh.

What are your events, drinking,
gambling and smoking? Ha.

For your information,
this cuts down

on wind and water resistance.

In fact,
I have no hair on my body

all the way down at this point.

Absolutely did not need
to know that. Did you?

But now I can't
stop picturing it

and it hurts so bad.

Yeah.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Everybody's a comedian.

(sniffles)

Oof, this place is dead.

It's, uh, closed, so yeah.

Why is closed?

W-Why are we closed?

Yeah.

W-We're closed
because most people

don't drink at this hour.

We have word for people
like them in Russia.

(speaks Russian)

S-Sla-slav-slavaki?

Underachievers.

In which case, I am not,
so I think I will have

ice cold vodka.

Uh, none of this well swill
you feed to the peasants.

Top shelf. Nyet.

What is this,
part of your training?

No, today is
cheat day.

So...

...what is urgent?

There's a possibility
a Russian bomber crashed

or had to make
an emergency landing

someplace off the coast
last night.

Oh. First I've heard about it.

Well, what are the chances
of you hearing more about it?

Oh, I see. Yeah, you want me
to make phone calls?

(Russian accent):
Uh, pleased to please. Yes.

Okay, sure.

Pa-yé-kha-lee.

Yep.

(whistling)

Better leave a tip.

There goes my retirement.

It helps me think.

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicking)

(exhales)

Recognize
any of these players yet?

FATIMA:
Yeah, definitely
a couple of them.

I've passed them
on to the others.

They're all listed as
private businessmen,

but a couple have been flagged
as potential Russian assets.

I know I'm new to this whole
thing, and, uh, I kind of like

the whole food truck idea,
but this is not

the most discrete vehicle
in this neighborhood.

Yeah, well,
doesn't really matter.

We know that that's
an unofficial Russian consulate

and they know that we know.

But we like to play along

just to keep up
diplomatic appearances.

So you think they know I'm here?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure

they're watching you
watching them.

Look, for the most part,

espionage is a rather
polite business.

Okay, that's just weird.

(laughs)

(babbling indistinctly)

KENSI:
Do you think
he's actually taking names

or he's just enjoying
a day of free pool and vodka?

Well, my Russian is pretty
rusty, but I think he just said

something wildly offensive about
a koala bear and a spatula.

Or he just ordered us pierogies.

I'm done with this.

Go get him.

Hey.

(speaks Russian)

Do you have a name for us?

What, you think you just
call up Spies "R" Us

and get the information
you need?

Espionage is
delicate balance.

You cannot use
brute force.

You need to tease information
out like gentle lover.

I don't understand.
I literally just threw up

in my mouth a little bit.
I'm so confused.

You can be so mean.

You want to see mean?
I can be mean.

No. Not particular, not mean.

I don't want mean.

Okay.

I'm going to deal with
lokhmataya sobaka.

Maybe you should try and leave
my sobaka out of this.

This is the person
you want to talk to.

She can tell you what
you need to know.

Oh, yeah? What does she do?

She works for SVR.

Why would a Russian
agent talk to us?

I didn't say she would
talk to you.

I said she's the one
you want to talk to.

Supposedly, she has
a big addiction.

Drugs?

No. Shopping.

She's known as
Princess of Rodeo Drive.

That's funny.
I'm the Count of Costco

and she's
the Duchess of Dog Town.

Eh?

Well, make sure you tell her

it is for children
of Krasnogorodsky.

(scoffs) That's easy
for you to say.

What does this have to do with
the children of John Krasinski?

Krasnogorodsky.

Krasnogorodsky.

It is a code phrase so she
knows she can trust you.

You're welcome.

That's it?

You want me to do
your job for you?

20 minutes, I have appointment
with my trainer to work out.

You have-- Y-You're gonna
work out after this?

Well, that's why I only drink
three-quarters of bottle.

Beast mode.

Hmm? Hmm?

Hmm? Hmm.

Go this way. I'll go.

He's gonna outlive us all.

(exhales)

Her name is Zasha Gagarin.

She's a grad student at USC.

Thought she was somebody's kid.

That's probably her cover.

Yeah, all right,
well, what's my play?

Follow when she leaves,
don't lose her.

Fatima, in a food truck?

Either that or you can Uber.

How much longer you
want to keep this up?

Why? You ready to call it?

Uh, yeah,
I was ready an hour ago.

I'm not convinced
there ever was a second plane.

And if there was, that they
somehow managed to land it.

Let's go home.

Hold on!

Three o'clock, starboard.
Bring us around.

Well, I'll be damned.

CALLEN:
Doesn't look like anyone's
here to meet them.

Not yet, at least. Aircraft
appears to be intact.

They got lucky.

I don't see
any external weapons.

Maybe this really was
a training mission.

Unless they already
unloaded everything.

Plus, there's no way
for us to know what else

they could have been
carrying inside.

Well, I guess that means
we need to take a look.

(speaking Russian)

They spotted us.

Hey! We're not here
to hurt you.

You don't think anyone's
in that tail gun, do you?

I sure as hell hope not.

CALLEN:
I guess we're gonna find out.

(mechanical whirring)

Incoming!

(booming gunfire)

(both crying out)

Are you guys okay?

Yeah, as long as we
stay under this plane.

Unless they blow it up.

Well, there is that, too.

Okay, the plane is equipped with
a self-destruct mechanism.

I'll send you a photo.

It's just above the jump seat
behind the pilot

on the left side
of the aircraft.

Now what?
You don't have a plan?

And you do?

I didn't really think
we were gonna find this thing.

Well, we did.

We need a plan.

SAM:
Check this out.

Footprints.

Looks like a few of 'em
went off that way.

Well, maybe they needed
to find a bathroom.

It is a long flight, you know.

I'm gonna check it out.

Don't let any of them leave.

Yeah, I'll do that.

That's not a plan, you know.

Does anybody on board
speak English?

Ya Grisha Aleksandrovich
Nikolaev.

(speaks Russian)

Stay away.

What's your name?

(repeats in Russian)

Is anybody hurt?
Do you need medical aid?

No! Please go away.

Yeah,
that's not gonna happen, pal.

You guys can't
stay up there forever.

(Deeks scatting over comms)

She said go ahead and have
some French fried potatoes.

I'm sorry, I don't
have any cash.

Oh, that's okay, that's okay,
'cause, uh, turns out that...

Ooh, I do.
Mm. Mm! Mm-mm.

For the children of
Krasnogorodsky.

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

Oh, hey, ow!
I'm talking about a, uh, oh,

a little Russian bomber.

Yeah? Went missing...
(cries out)...off the coast.

Went missing off the coast.
I need to know who was inside.

I need to know what
the mission was.

(shouting):
Kelly Clarkson!

And, uh, I'll be in the back.

In the alley,
digging through the dumpster.

When you come up
with something, and then...

(coughs) ...you can come
tell me, and I'll give you--

I'll give you the backpack.

The backpack, crack-a-lacka
in the backpack.

Backpack, backpack.
Backpack. Backpack!

Think she's gonna play?

It's hard to say.

She doesn't seem to be
doing anything.

Hey.

What's up?

Uh...

You got any change?

Nah, nah...

(loudly):
Randy Travis!

How 'bout them shoes?
I like them shoes.

You wanna trade for the shoes?
What size are you?

I don't-- I don't--

Let me get the shoes.

I don't--

I'll trade on the shoes.

How about for the hat?
You wanna trade for the hat?

No. Hard pass.

You don't want the hat?

All right.
(sniffs)

(clicks tongue):
Is that hazelnut?

(sighs)

(clears throat loudly)
What kinda--

What kind of man
orders hazelnut, hmm?

What kind of man
orders hazelnut!

Give Rountree a break,
would you?

And save some of that
performance

for next year's summer stock.

DEEKS:
Very funny.

KENSI:
Our girl's making a phone call.

Let's hope she's not calling
the cops on Deeks.

(speaks Russian)

Four sets of prints
heading northwest.

Where do you think
they're going?

Well... Highway 166 is
a few miles from here.

Beyond that, Los Padres Forest.

Any luck
with those on the inside?

They've stopped responding.

Nell...

NELL: Callen?

How we doing on getting
additional intel on this crew?

Well, Kensi and Deeks
got the name

of a possible source
from Arkady.

Rountree tracked her down,
and Deeks made contact.

We made an offer to pay
for the information.

Unfortunately,
she has yet to respond.

How do you want to handle this?

Well, we can't let

Russian
military personnel disappear.

No, but we also
can't let them blow up

a potential source of intel.

(sighs)
Nell's call.

Hetty left her in charge.

M-Me? I've been gone for months,

and now you want me
to make a decision

with international
political ramifications?

Relax, Nell.
He's kidding.

No, I'm not.

All right, Sam, can you track
those you think left on foot?

Without question.

And, Callen, can you
continue trying to establish

any form of communication
with those still on board?♪

I have been trying,
but we need an in.

I'm working on it.

I'll try to get military
and civilian coordination

of air and ground support.

All right, now, look, this has
to be handled with restraint.

These guys are
already spooked.

If they start seeing a bunch of
military activity, they could...

blow this plane up
with them in it.

And you under it.

That, too.

This nose gear is too damaged
to function properly.

No way they can taxi
or take off.

This plane isn't going anywhere.

Copy that.

Hey, Sam, if you keep me
informed of your progress,

I can send the others to meet
you from the opposite direction.

Hopefully,
that way you can trap them

before they get too far.

You good tracking them
by yourself?

Gee, I don't know.
You gonna be okay

if I leave you here
by yourself?

Just don't do...

Do anything stupid?
Yeah, likewise.

Yes.

I love you.

Yeah, love you, too, buddy.

How long does it take
to drink a cup of coffee?

She might be
stalling while someone else

is looking to make us.

(sighs)
She's on the move.

She's heading
in your direction, Deeks.

Don't...

blow this.

(clears throat)

Are you hungry?

I bought you muffin.

I got a gluten allergy.

You like this one.

Mm, well, it's more
of a gluten aversion.

Thanks for the muffin.

I'm leaving my weapons
down here.

I'm coming up.

I just want to talk.

I don't know
how you guys feel about

Mexican food, but, uh,

I can find you the best fish
tacos this side of Ensenada.

(gunshot)

(grunts)

Okay!

You're more pizza guys,
I get it.

Did I make a mistake
leaving you there alone?

No.

Just having a little
conversation with the guys here.

You probably should've led

with a couple of Russian jokes.

Uh-huh.

I just found
a 7.62x39 cartridge casing.

Probably from an AK.

I think one of these guys
took a shot at something.

Maybe he saw a rattlesnake.

Yeah, thanks for that.

It's a good chance others still
on the plane are armed, as well.

Thanks for the heads-up.

NELL:
We've got some names.

Arkady came through
for us big time.

I'm sending you a list of six
airmen believed to be on board.

Hopefully, at least one of them
has a social media presence.

Good work, Nell.
Do we know why they're here?

Well, that we have not learned.

So sorry,
all I got were the names.

Even those cost us a fortune.

I'm just praying
that they're legit,

or else Hetty's gonna be
royally pissed.

Well, don't worry,
Hetty's not gonna fire you

on your first day back.

Oh, I don't care
if she fires me.

I just...
don't want her to kill me.

Good luck, friend.

(phone chimes)

Yeah, you, too.

Kapitan Gonchgarov?

It is important
that you speak with me

for the safety of your crew.

Kapitan, can you hear me?

CALLEN:
Starshina Kunetzov!

Are you still aboard?

Maxim Yurtaev?

Praporshchik Barinov?

Let's just have a conversation.

(clicking, beeping)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I just found
two more cartridge cases.

Must've been a big rattlesnake.

These are nine millimeter.

Russian markings.

Maybe from a Grach handgun.

Well, hopefully, they only
had one rifle on board,

and they decided
to take it with them.

I don't know, G.

Something here
doesn't make sense.

If I was to take a guess,

I'd say these guys were
shooting at each other.

Well, if one or more
of them decided to...

take this opportunity
and try and defect,

the rest of them would try
and stop them.

They have a radio,
maybe we could reach them.

(phone chimes)

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, let's try this again.

Praporshchik Barinov?

I'm coming up to talk.

Go away!

I don't want
to shoot you!

I don't want you
to shoot me, either.

And I'm sure that your son Dima

wouldn't want his father
killing an unarmed man.

I know some of your men
have run away.

And I also know that they
may be shooting at each other.

Let's work together.

Let's make sure
that everyone stays alive.

Little hot up here.

I take it you guys
don't have AC?

Look, why don't you
come down with me?

Get out of this oven.

Get you something
cold to drink,

I'll get you in touch
with your embassy.

We're not leaving.

But you need to.

CALLEN:
Why is that?

You're not thinking about
blowing this thing up, are you?

Look...

Dima may not care
about killing me,

but I'm pretty sure he
doesn't want to lose his dad.

You must leave now.

You really want to give up
ever seeing your wife

and your son to protect
this old relic?

I mean,
don't take this personally,

but this thing
belongs in a museum.

It's not worth
giving up your life for.

You can leave and live.

Or... you can stay and die.

Or...

we can all leave
and we can all live.

You like that idea, right?

He doesn't speak English.

(speaking Russian)

I'm pretty sure
he understood that.

You outrank him,
he's gonna follow your orders.

You-you willing
to kill him, as well?

(helicopter whirring)

Sam, we've landed right
outside the tree line.

We are a few clicks
southwest of your position.

Two SEAL teams have
also touched down nearby.

Copy that.

I'm tracking four people who may
have been engaged in a gunfight.

(gunfire)

Sounds like they're at it again.

Yeah, we hear it.
Heading your way.

We got a situation here.

One guy with an AK

holding off three crew members
with handguns.

Why are your other crew members
shooting at each other?

Look, you're not
supposed to be here.

What happened?
Just-just talk to me.

I... I don't know.

We passed out.

And when I woke up,
we already landed.

Passed out from what?

Did one of the crewmen
tamper with your air system?

Is that who the others are
hunting? Is he trying to defect?

♪ ♪

(shouting in Russian)

Hey, guys, we may have
a slight problem here.

You mean besides
three guys shooting at me?

And the two that want
to blow me up with them?

Yeah, well, admittedly, neither
of those are great situations

to be in, but the SEALs
and everybody else

are getting
pretty anxious to move in.

CALLEN:
Wonderful.

Speak for yourself.
I could use some company.

KENSI: Sam, hold tight,
we're almost there!

CALLEN:
Hey, guys,

we're running out of time, okay?

This place is going to be
swarming with U.S. military

at any moment,
and I won't be able to help you

when they decide
to storm this plane.

It would be
a big mistake.

No, killing people
that don't need to die,

that would be a big mistake.

You got permits for those?

(Sam shouts in Russian)

You know how much I love it
when you talk dirty.

On your knees!

Easy.

Federal agent!

Drop the weapon.

Look,
I know what you're

thinking, man--
you've come too far to stop now,

but I guarantee this is not
gonna end the way you're hoping.

(gunshots)

Hey!

Don't mess
with the new guy!

You good, Rountree?

Yeah, I was just, uh,
distracting him for you.

Oh, is that
what that was?

'Cause to me,
it kind of just looked

like you were getting shot at.

Whatever.

Okay, a simple "thank you"
would suffice, but...

Oh, thank you.

Don't mention it.

So, gentlemen, this your
first time in California?

(explosion)

Callen.

G, do you copy? G!

What the hell happened?

CALLEN:
We made a compromise.

And what does that mean--
is everybody okay?

KENSI:
Yeah, we're cool.

ROUNTREE:
Me, too.

CALLEN: Everyone's fine, Nell.
No casualties.

Everyone's intact.

I can't say the same
about the plane, unfortunately.

You blew up the plane?

It was a
training machine.

There was, other than the
tail gun, no weapons on board.

And, besides, I didn't
blow up anything, okay?

For the record,
they did.

You didn't stop them.

I saved their lives.

Huh.

You know what, next time,

you stay with the plane, okay?

Oh, obviously.

Yeah.

Come on.

I know how
to take care of a plane.

SAM:
Go with him.

CALLEN:
Thing was old anyways.
Let's go, come on.

We'll get a table for three.
Fish tacos.