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(siren squealing)

OFFICER: 29 to Base. Section Mission,
heading eastbound on Douglas.

Possible DUI.
Requesting backup.

OFFICER:
Driver fled. Heading west.

Front seat passenger remains
in vehicle.

OFFICER 2:
37-1, right behind you.

In pursuit of driver.

What do we got?

OFFICER: Failed to stop
at a Border Patrol checkpoint.

Driver bailed,
passenger may be injured.

Passenger!
Let me see your hands!

(distant shouting)

Open your eyes.

Abre Los ojos.

MVC victim.

Requesting corpsmen
and transport to base hospital.

Wake up, amigo.

Despiértate.
Careful.

There's a nose bleed.

Sure as hell
doesn't look like blood.

♪ NCIS: LA 6x14 ♪
Black Wind
Original Air Date on February 2, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Morning!

Are we hiding
from Wile E. Coyote again?

This is a horticulture
makeover for the office,

I'll have you know.

Oh, yeah, what's wrong
with our ficus?

Uh, we're in a drought.

The snow pack is at 18%.

The reservoirs are almost dry,

and this little guy only takes

one sip of water a month,

in contrast to those
water-guzzling “Fi-Kai.”

Why'd they drain the fountain?

Oh, that leaky sieve was
costing us ten gallons a day.

Hey, who didn't flush
the toilet?

Oh, yeah, don't look at me.

I was supposed to put these up
into the bathrooms.

I was gonna hang
them up there.

I just hadn't
gotten to it yet.

Here you are, sir.

“In this land of fun and sun,

we don't flush for number one”?

What?
It's a clever reminder that saves

two gallons every single time.

That sounds a little unsanitary.

(scoffs)
It's not gonna happen.

What are you talking about?

That's 5,000 gallons a year.

These are critical times,

and critical times call for...

(screams)

What? Cactus karma.

Oh, no, a little
help here, please?

Get it out,
take it out right now.

Just pull it out.
No, no, not so fast.

You just pull it out,
it'll leave barbs inside.

Yeah, you know what,
Sam's right.

You might want
to Google that first.

Look on the bright side.
At least you weren't facing it.

(rattling)

Aztec rain stick
to bring forth a storm.

All are summoned.

Case on deck, sorry.

Just real quick,
Callen, could you just...

Gotta go.
Uh, can you just grab...

I don't want... Sam?
Duty calls.

(sirens wailing)

This is a Border Patrol pursuit
in Oceanside.

Camp Pendleton.

Southern border.

Undocumented immigrant?

Drug runner?

Neither of those
would make it our case.

The driver escaped, but the
passenger is currently in ICU

at the Naval hospital.

What type of injuries?
GRANGER: No injuries.

Severe infection
with the bacteria anthrax.

That's extremely fatal.

Any other cases?

Not a one.

So how did this guy contract it?

Well, anthrax occurs naturally

in cattle, sheep,
goats and horses.

GRANGER:
All very interesting,

but we need to assume the worst.

Bioterrorism attack.

Precisely.

And against
the Marine's home base.

Quite a publicity coup
for the terrorists.

Look, a rogue PhD in
a modest lab

could produce
weapons-grade anthrax.

Mexico's a big country.
That's perfect.

We'll start in Cabo,
make our way over to Cancún.

Mr. Deeks and Ms. Blye
will cover the hospital.

Mr. C and Mr. H will
head south of the border.

DEEKS:
Come on, not again.

Hetty, I know Mexico.

I've surfed every corner
of that country.

Oh.

So have I.

(laughter)

GRANGER:
All right,

Callen and Sam
will be undercover

as furniture importers.

Mexican customs, tax codes.

You'll be dropped in Tijuana.

Our NCIS country referrent

will be your guide.

Agent Fuentes.

We have agents in Mexico?

Yeah, they, uh,
do safety briefings

for ships in port,

and if local sailors
get in trouble,

they investigate the crimes.

The hospital will be good
for you, Deeks.

Might want to have them
check out your, uh...

(screams)

Morgan Freeman!
Yikes.

Or not.
Ow.

It's huge.

He's in a coma.

Intubated on a ventilator.

Can't talk, can't even
communicate with pen and paper.

Did you find a wallet or I.D.?

Nothing; right now,
he's a John Doe.

Whoa, don't we need, uh,
gloves or masks or something?

He's been decontaminated.

There's never been a case
of human-to-human transmission.

The anthrax can't jump
out of the body.

Good to know.

Mm-hmm.

Any signs of improvement?

He's getting
three powerful antimicrobials,

but even if we kill
all the bacteria,

the anthrax has already given
off a toxin that can destroy

every cell in his body.

That's not very encouraging.
With the most

aggressive therapy,
it's still 50% fatal.

Inside of his left arm,
did you guys write that?

He had that when he arrived.

4914 cc.

A cc is a cubic centimeter.

4,900 cc's,
that's almost five liters.

Five liters of what?

That could be anthrax.

That would be enough to take out
most of Southern California.

You know the part I don't like?

Avoiding Montezuma's revenge?

Being unarmed.

You know the drill.

You're caught trying to cross
the border with a weapon,

ten years in a Mexican prison.

You'd never survive.

I suppose you would?

Down here,
they don't feed you in jail.

You're friends and family have
to bring you your meals.

Me, I'd have a line a mile long.

You,

unless Jo drives down here
every day,

you'd starve to death.

All this time, I thought we were
more than just partners.

Nah, I'd take up a collection.

Send you a Happy Meal
every now and then.

Appreciate that.
Hey, fellas.

Let me know if you
need a taxi later.

Gracias.
Sure thing.

(pounding on door)

CALLEN:
Agent Fuentes.

Hello?

Hello?

It's definitely the right room.
Maybe we're early.

I got him, run, run!

Stop!

Easy, Mauricio.

They're on my team.

Agent Fuentes?

Paola.

Our country referrent?
Sorry, yeah.

I forgot to tell him
you were coming.

Welcome to Mexico.

So, what's the duty tax
on an armoire?

Ha, ha...
Trick question.

There's no tax under NAFTA,

but there's
a processing fee of...

BOTH:
.3464%

I like that!
Ah!

Where's Mauricio?

He had to go.

He your bodyguard?

Criminal informant.

He's a cartel driver
with a taxi service

on the side.

Trust him?

Ten years ago, his fiancée died.

Random victim
of cartel violence.

That should make him motivated.
Mm-hmm.

He's always been there for me.

We think an Islamic group

is working on biological agents.

Last week,
Mauricio drove cartel capos

to a cash drop
from a Middle-Eastern man.

Who's the guy?

Always in shadows.

There's no big demand
for cocaine in terror cells.

Well, he could be using
the cartel's expertise

to get bioweapons
into the States.

Public Health reported

an anthrax hit

on a sensor by the airport.

If they have a covert lab there
making anthrax,

that's a lot of real estate.

Sounds like a good place
for a furniture warehouse.

No, no, no, change of plans.

Furniture importers
are sedentary.

You two need to be mobile.

“Fast Gringos”?

Seriously?

After we just memorized
all those tax codes?

You guys can cook, right?

Okay, now, update from the CDC

is that it's the Ames
strain of anthrax,

the most deadly.

NELL: In nature,
anthrax spores clump up,

forming a harmless mass
of spores.

Which can neither float
nor penetrate into the lungs.

But if you have
a million-dollar lab,

you coat each individual spore

with silicon.

Those spores then fly
and penetrate

deep inside the lung,
causing fatal disease.

ERIC:
Your guy was infected

with floating clumps
of five spores,

uh, coated with an anti-caking
agent called bentonite.

And how would you make that?

All you need's
a tabletop lyophilizer.

We've notified
Callen and Sam.

Great, all right,
what do we have

on the pickup that crashed?

It was stolen two days ago

from a Santiago Perez

in East L.A.

FBI and Homeland Security
have interviewed Mr. Perez,

but there's no fingerprints
or video from the car heist.

Great. This case is just
full of dead ends.

Yeah, maybe not.
Will you zoom in on that address

on the license?

ERIC:
5113 Cesar Chavez Avenue.

That's two blocks away.

Two blocks away from what?

Number on his arm.

The photo I sent
from the hospital, pull that up.

I mean, that could
be an address.

4914 Cesar Chavez Avenue.

That's two blocks away
from where the truck was stolen.

To the Batmobile.

(truck beeping)

Two more burgers
on the grill, G.

Ah.

Gracias.

Five vacant warehouses.

We can check them out
after the lunch rush.

What the hell's this?

I went to Costco,
picked up some veggie burgers.

A whole case.

Some people enjoy a
healthy alternative.

Really?

Absolutely.
You do realize

you're in Tijuana,
not Malibu, right?

Good luck with that.

What the hell are you doing?

Cooks faster this way.

You're destroying the meat.

Hey, it says fast food
on our truck, all right?

Yeah, but you're squeezing
all the juice out.

The juice equals the flavor.

Move out of the way;
I'll man the grill, G.

Now it's gonna taste
like leather.

Hey, be my guest, George Foreman, all right?
Come on.

Keep it up,

I'll deep fry your taquitos.

Can I see your business license?

And your, uh,
Isesalud?

Yep. Public health permit.

We got that right here.

Oh, amigo...

this one says December.

You need to renew
it every month.

We can take care of that.

I need to shut you down.

Unless you can pay the fine.

Three hundred dollars.

I work for Public Health.

Your permit...
doesn't need renewal.

CALLEN:
Perhaps we could, uh,

make a little donation

to the police
charity fund.

Gracias.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

Not all cops are dirty.

Yeah, we'll keep
that in mind.

What's up with all
the assault rifles?

Ah. Private security.

(chuckles)

This isn't San Diego.

You might want to hire
some protection.

What are you guys
doing over there?

Air quality sensors.

So, got any veggie burgers?

As a matter of fact, we do.
Great.

I'll take two.

You're, uh...
you're a vegetarian?

GONZALEZ:
Hey.

Those cheeseburgers...

will kill you, man.

I'll slow-cook 'em.

It's better for the flavor.

Gracias.

NELL:
Hey, Kens, we're sending you

an expired drivers license
for one Alejandro Guzman.

He's a plumber currently renting
number 4914.

A pretty decent
match for the guy

who crashed and
ran at Pendleton.

And he was formerly deported.

All right, we're on it.
Thanks.

Check it out.

It's the same guy that's loading
his truck across the street.

Wow, fantastic.

Maybe he can get us a discount
on low-flow shower heads.

(chuckles) You know
showers account for

1.2 trillion gallons
of water a year?

Maybe he can get us
a low-flow fixture for your mouth.

Maybe he can get us
a water softener for your attitude.

(laughing):
Oh, touché!

Uh, excuse me, sir?

I am so sorry to bother you,
but could you help us?

Uh, my kitchen sink is clogged

and my boyfriend
is kind of useless, so...

Wow.

Oh, come on,
we live next to Mr. Perez.

You know that his, uh, truck
got jacked two nights ago?

Yeah, they found it
crashed down in, uh, Oceanside.

KENSI:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

DEEKS:
Really?!

KENSI:
Federal agents!

I gotta be honest, I'm not
happy with you, Alejandro.

I think I pulled
a hamstring,

I definitely stained
my jeans, and what?

Over a few simple questions?

Were you driving Perez's truck?

Who was in the front seat?
You know what?

Why don't we start off
with an easy one, huh?

(groans)

So my toilet's running.
Yeah.

Even after I exchanged
that little flapper thing

at the bottom of the tank.

So what the heck
am I supposed to do now?

So last night, after midnight,
what are you doing?

Are you asleep?

Huh?

You watching TV?

You shampooing your poodle?

No English.

Bueno.
DEEKS: Hmm.

I was in my bed.

Wow, look at that.
It's like a miracle.

Like, his English is back
and it's perfect.

Must've been a concussion.

Yeah, I can see
the scrape on his head.

How'd that happen?

I work under houses.

I hit a pipe.

There was blood
on the steering wheel.

We're just waiting
for a DNA match.

Do I need a lawyer?

Uh, do we know any lawyers
that represent terrorists?

Mmm.

Terrorists?

Yeah, yeah.

Your passenger was
infected with anthrax.

What is that?

Anthrax is a biological weapon.

Did you two
work together?

I picked him up hitch-hiking.

Oh, so you were
driving the truck.

Ah.

He's probably going to die.

(sighs)

The man in the hospital...

his name is Livio Guzman.

He's my son.

Hey, guys, just curious...

Is there any precipitation
down there?

A little.

Huh.

You can thank the rain stick.

So,

after searching all
Middle Eastern microbiologists

working in Mexico,

we have a person
of interest.

ERIC:
Fuad Naziri, Ph.D.

NELL:
He works for Eliminado.

It's a San Diego
pesticide firm

with a production
facility in Tijuana.

Where can we find him?

ERIC:
Hmm.

Lunch every day
at the same café.

(lively Mexican music playing)

That's a San Diego magazine.

You American?

How about that?

We're from L.A.

Yeah, we got
a food truck.

You tired of tacos?
You ought to check us out.

SAM:
Fast Gringos.

You don't look like
you're on vacation.

I work here.

Uh, pesticide research.

Like a scientist?

This is gonna
sound strange,

but do you know anything
about anthrax?

Why would you ask that?

We work in an industrial park.

and there's rumors
of a case there.

You think we're safe?

I don't know anything
about anthrax.

My work is with
Mexican fruit fly eradication.

Sorry, but I'm due back
at the office.

Hey, maybe we can
grab some beers sometime.

Start a ex-pat business club.

Yeah.

Don't be foolish.

Down here, you do not congregate
with groups of Americans.

It's a dangerous place.

Have a nice day.

Hey, I got his tail.

You got a huge line at
the food truck, though.

Man, I've been talking
that thing up.

(Sam chuckles)

That's really not necessary.

I'm like your VP
of marketing, man.

You should seriously think

about giving me
a raise, you know?

Stock options, or like
a golden parachute...

Something, you know?

CALLEN: Naziri's definitely
got the know-how

to weaponize anthrax.

His pesticide company
could support aerial spraying.

He's on a short leash
with Mauricio.

Let's move the
food truck back.

Work the dinner
crowd at Eliminado.

Livio is the night janitor

for some warehouses in Tijuana.

When did he get sick?

ALEJANDRO:
A week ago.

He got antibiotics
at the farmacia,

but it got really bad.

I wanted him up here.

How did he cross the border?

Where he worked,

he knew about a drug tunnel.

They're extremely
dangerous, though.

Cartels,
they use them for drugs.

Never for immigrants,
'cause someone could give it up.

Where did you meet him?

Otay Mesa.

I was trying to get him
to the county hospital,

near my house.

How did he get so sick?

Well, best guess is
somebody's prepping anthrax

in one of his warehouses.

I have a grandson,
a daughter-in-law.

They... they used
to bring him dinner.

She's not answering her cell.

You think they're sick, too?

Well, I hate to say it,

but anything's possible,
Alejandro.

We need you to show us where
the tunnel exit is in San Diego.

If you take me to my family.

In Mexico?

DEEKS:
Mm-mm.

There's no way.

It's fair.

I'll give you the drug tunnel...

you give me my family.

I really want to help this guy,

but I don't want to risk...
There's Arabic chatter.

Anthrax is on the move
today or tomorrow.

KENSI: Okay, so we cut
this guy a deal.

And we shut down
the tunnel.

That's easier
said then done.

By the time we mobilize
a task force

with Homeland Security
and Border Patrol,

it might be too late.

Oh...

We can handle this.

Granger...

We bring the father,

secure the tunnel exit
and we wait.

That's it.

We should bring
a few flashlights

just in case,
though, right?

All right.

There you go, amigo.
Gracias.

Veggie burger on wheat.

The last one.

We gotta restock.

You gotta move, too.

You're staking out
the wrong spot.

What, did you get bad Intel?

The public health report

gave us the wrong address
for the anthrax.

Wrong address? Why would they?

Mexican authorities
might not want

the U.S. taking credit
for the investigation.

They want to seem capable.
Yeah.

New address is on the back.

It's another
industrial park,

and it's also
where Naziri works.

We're on the move.

Make a right at the corner.

Got it.

It's four miles to the...

(engine revving)

Wait, slow down, caballero.

Can't.

Accelerator's stuck.

(chuckles) Stay calm,
put it in neutral.

I'm in neutral.

Well, hit the brake!

Brake's not working.

I'll turn off the ignition.

Hold on!

(tires squealing)

Move your legs, all the way.

You don't want
to be down there.

Yeah, you got better ideas?

CALLEN:
Turning.

Get out of there, Sam.
I see it, just a minute.

We don't have a minute-- get up!

Sam?!

(tires screeching)

Well...

think they're on to us?

Either that, or the taco carts
don't like the competition.

DEEKS:
One, two, three.

All right...

we got electricity.

And ventilation.

KENSI:
Tunnel rat.

DEEKS: And they're
on the move.

Wait for backup?

Yeah, that would
be prudent.

Yeah, but we got great odds--
three on one, let's do this.

Come on, Granger.

This was not part
of the plan.

All right, go.

All right.

And you stay right here.

This place must have
cost millions.

DEEKS: Yeah, they probably
recouped it in a day.

KENSI: Stop!
Federal agents!

Alta!
Hug the wall!

I'm hugging it.

GRANGER:
Keep it dark!

GRANGER:
Alejandro's down.

Damn it, cover me!

I thought you'd leave
without me.

My grandson...

I have to see him.

GSW upper arm,
through and through.

(gunfire continuing)
Control the bleeding!

Control the shooter!

The belt should
stop the bleeding.

(groans)

DEEKS:
Approaching.

KENSI:
It's us.

Did you get him?

Uh, yeah, I winged him.

He got away.

How's he doing?

It's arterial--
he'll need a hospital.

I'm okay.

I want to stay with you.

You could lose this arm, sir.

My son is dying.

Without my grandson,
I have nothing.

Please.

We'll take care of him.

I promise you.

All right, let's get you
to the hospital.

(groans)

Careful.

All right, where do you want us?

Right where you are.

Don't do anything stupid.

All right, how far
do you think it is to Mexico?

Hundred yards, tops.

If this leads
to the anthrax lab,

we will shut it down,
we will secure it.

Well, that doesn't sound stupid,
it sounds smart.

Shall we?
We shall.

DEEKS:
See that?

KENSI:
Mm-hmm.

I told you I winged him.

No pulse.

Move forward with caution?

And if we see anything weird,
we just put it in reverse.

Not stupid at all.

Got a ladder.

Bienvenidos a México.

Mm-hmm.

Who's going up?

We should probably
“rock-paper-scissors” for it.

West coast rules?

Let's do it.

On three.
Okay.

BOTH:
One, two, three.

Rock beats scissors--
you're going up.

Wh-What? N-No.

No, the winner stays, the loser goes.
Who came up with that rule?

I think it's pretty obvious,
'cause the winner lives

and the loser faces
certain death.

Fine.

I go up.

You're such a gentleman.

No, all right, I got it, I got it...
Hey, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is why you should
never fall in love.

Aw, don't worry,

they probably fled
when they heard the gunshots.

Or maybe they're
waiting right there

with a bunch of AKs
pointed at my head.

I don't see any feet.

Looks like some sort
of storage room.

Uh-oh.

Hey, Kens,
we got another body.

DEEKS:
Soplón?

KENSI:
Means “blow.”

He was a whistle-blower,

it means he snitched
on the cartels.

Can we take a picture of
that and send it to ops?

Yeah.
(camera on phone clicks)

(phone ringing)

Well, hello, there,
we lost you for half an hour.

That's 'cause we were
underground in a drug tunnel.

We're up now.

ERIC:
Now I got you on GPS.

In Tijuana.

And you are a stone's throw
from Callen and Sam.

Three warehouses to the west.

Awesome, thank you,
on our way.

CALLEN: This is the only vacant
warehouse near the anthrax hit.

You got an image?

Looks good.

And not too vacant.

(cell phone chimes)

Kensi and Deeks are
in the neighborhood.

Oh, no.

What?

What?

Oh, Mauricio.

I'm really sorry.

PAOLA:
Oh, God.

I pulled him into this.

He wanted to help us.

We'll see this through.

You need some time?

No.

No, we gotta push through.

You're sure?

Yeah.

All right.

What are we looking at here?

Um...

Well, we got, um...
cell culture incubator,

we got fermenting flask,

and, um, lyophilizer.

Everything we need to make
a first batch of anthrax.

Yeah, looks like
they cooked and bailed.

All right, so when
can we get in?

After the guys
in the moon suits

wipe everything down
with formaldehyde.

KENSI:
Callen.

We got your photo.

SAM: That was a
trusted informant.

Kensi, Deeks,

Special Agent Paolo Fuentes.

He worked with her.

I'm so sorry.

DEEKS:
Sorry.

If Mauricio was made...

It means we're all sitting
in the crosshairs.

How'd you find us?

The infected man's father.

He showed us the tunnel
his son used

to cross the border
into San Diego.

He has family here?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, he's got a grandson
and a daughter-in-law.

PAOLA: Let's hope
they're still alive.

If the cartel knows
that his son used a drug tunnel,

they're gonna kill him.

Send a message not to mess
with their business.

Did you get an address?

Yeah, all we need is a ride.

Grab the van, take the family
to the consulate.

I'll wait here until the
coroner arrives for Mauricio.

You'll need one of these.

We'll check out
Naziri's warehouse.

See if we can link
it to this lab.

Okay.

CALLEN:
Hello?

Dr. Naziri?

G, body.

It's Naziri.

(sighs)

SAM:
Who wanted him dead?

CALLEN:
Well, take your pick.

Tijuana cartel,
the Sinaloas, the Zetas.

If he's in bed
with those guys...

Or he's just a good guy.

We told him about the anthrax,
and he started poking around.

ERIC:
Callen, Sam.

We found your guy Naziri.

So did we.

He crossed the San Ysidro border
into the U.S. 15 minutes ago.

What are you talking about?

NELL:
As a vetted U.S. citizen,

he went right through
the SENTRI lane.

Yeah, he gets quick clearance
by the border patrol

with his RFID card
that pulls up his photo,

license,
car registration.

SAM:
It's a little weird,

because we're looking
at his dead body.

So who's driving his car?

No.
No, mijo.

He sees bad things every day.

Sí?

Ah.
....Mighty Mouse.

Sí?

Yeah?

(motorcycle approaching)

Deeks.

DEEKS:
Get in the van, now.

Let's go.

We can't outrun
these guys, come on.

DEEKS:
Hold on.

(laughs)

(engine revving)

DEEKS:
Gun. Kens.

How far to the consulate?

Far enough.

(engine starts)

All right, so he's got
Naziri's car and his wallet.

Guy would have to be a dead
ringer to cross the border.

(phone chimes)

NELL: Here's the photo
from the checkpoint.

SAM:
He could pass as Naziri.

Can you erase his
beard and his glasses?

Yeah, no problemo.

It's that guy when
we paid off the cop.

Baja Department of Public
Health-- Gonzalez something.

NELL:
Searching.

Yeah, his first name
started with a “D.”

He was working with
the cherry picker,

setting up
the pollution sensors.

ERIC:
I got bingo.

Without the facial hair,
he is Diego Gonzalez,

PhD., microbiologist.

Here's his birth certificate.

So Gonzalez was his
mother's maiden name.

His father's name was Jamal...

an Iraqi chemical engineer.

Who died in 1999.

An industrial accident

at an American plant in Tijuana.

So the death of his father
causes anti-American feelings.

He takes his mom's name
but his dad's faith.

That could explain
the veggie burger.

The hamburger meat
wasn't halal.

And if he worked for
the Health Department,

he would've been in a position
where he could've changed

the report on the location
of the anthrax.

Wants to use the tunnels
to move it, pays the cartel...

When that plan fails,
he uses Naziri as backup.

So he's got the anthrax
across the border,

what's his next move?

NELL: Oh, wow,
here's the missing piece.

Gonzalez recently trained

as a helicopter pilot.

So...

He could use Naziri's I.D.

to access the corporate helipad
outside San Diego.

ERIC:
Guys, Eliminado security cam

shows Naziri's car
at the parking lot.

This is going down now.

We gotta get up there.

SAM:
On scene, Hetty.

The stairway
to the helipad

is on the left.

HETTY: The engines
have just started up.

That helicopter
must not get off the ground.

Five-minute warm-up
before takeoff.

Got any local help
on the way?

GRANGER:
Can't risk it.

First sign of police,
he'll dump that tank

and release the anthrax
into the atmosphere.

You know where
they're headed?

The federales
found aerial photographs

at the Gonzalez apartment
in Tijuana.

ERIC: Naval Amphibious
Base Coronado.

Home of the SEALs.

Probably payback for the guys
who took out Bin Laden.

Coronado should
scramble their F-18s.

Already airborne, Mr. Hanna.

That'll have to be Plan B.

Why are we always Plan A?

SAM: See that? Anthrax tanks
in the chopper and the truck.

CALLEN:
If we puncture them...?

How long can you
hold your breath?

Not as long as you.

SAM:
Federal agents!

(groans)

He's getting it up to speed.

SAM: Can't hit
the internal tanks.

Aim for the tail rotor.

(instruments beeping)

(alarm wailing)

(gunfire)

(engine powers down)

(motor starts)

He's pressurizing the tank.

We wait too long,
he's gonna hose us down.

Not if we hose him first.

Check it out.

(gunfire continues)

We got two bullets.

We got two bad guys.

SAM: Shooter down!

(alarm blaring)

Nice job, Dr. Venkman.

We came, we saw, kicked ass.

Corazon.

DEEKS:
Alejandro, this is

Dr. Church.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Doctor, what are the chances?

Well, with a deep coma,
it's hard to tell.

His brain needs time to recover,
and nobody knows

(conversation in distance)
if or when that will happen.

Excuse me.

CALLEN: There were
special circumstances.

GRANGER: Which only
they can authorize.

It's the policy.

SAM: And you agree
with that?

GRANGER:
I didn't say that.

What's going on?

Homeland Security's here.

ICE-- taking Alejandro
into custody.

What?
Wait a minute, they can't do that.

GRANGER: Reentry of
a returned alien

with aggravated felonies...

Guy's a fugitive.

He's a cooperating defendant.

The guy helped shut down
a drug tunnel, Granger.

Mm-hmm. Which is under
the jurisdiction of the DEA

and the tunnel task force.

There was a limited window
to prevent a bioterrorism attack

that could have
wiped out Coronado.

SAM: They're gonna
put a good guy in jail

to teach us a lesson?

No, they're doing their job.

It was their place, not NCIS,
to cut him a deal.

You got to be kidding me.
They...

What's going on?

Alejandro, we are so sorry.

You said I would be able to...

This is temporary.
We're gonna take care of it.

We just gotta make
a couple phone...

Don't make another promise
you can't keep.

Where's the mother?

Getting a medical exam.

She'll go to detention
with the boy,

and then they'll get returned.

No! They'll...

They'll get killed.

Oh, this is not what you said.

DEEKS: I know, and I'm
gonna take care of it.

This is not what you promised!
I'm gonna take care of it-- listen...

You're gonna wait with us.
You're gonna wait with us.

We did the best we could.

Did we?

Yeah, I think we did.

Oh, my God.

SAM:
What?

We got a flower
on our cactus.

They have been known to do that.

Yeah, but not this one.

Saguaro only blooms one day
a year, for, like, 24 hours.

You guys, this is weird.

I mean, this is a sign.

Actually...

I'm sorry to burst your bubble,
Mr. Deeks, but this

is a Cardón cactus,
not a Saguaro.

This blooms

every night for three months.

Three months
is a long time.

So is four hours
on the phone to Washington.

Please tell me
you gave ICE an earful.

Homeland Security had every
right to take Alejandro away.

They had a right,
but it doesn't make it right.

I managed to smooth things over
with every agency we offended,

so Alejandro's getting released.

CALLEN:
What, are you serious?

GRANGER: His grandson
and daughter-in-law, too.

You got them released?

SAM:
Good man.

My God, I'm gonna hug you.

No, you're not.
Yes, I am.

You're giving me a hug.

HETTY: This was
an exceptional mission

and deserves a celebration.

Tell me that's tequila.

Aha.
Ah?

You know it had to be.

Oh, ho, ho, ho!

It's an extra añejo.

Come to papa.
Uh-huh.

And we obviously have
a cactus to go with it.

Yes.

This cactus is from
Argentina, not Mexico.

Ah, that's where
I went wrong.

And there's a tale.

Two young lovers
who were forbidden to marry,

so they ran away,
up into the mountains.

Avoiding all drug
tunnels, of course.

(chuckles)

Now, the goddess of the land
took pity on them.

She changed the young man
into a giant cactus,

and she took the spirit
of the young woman

and put it into the plant.

Occasionally,
the young woman emerges

to enjoy the view,
in the form of a cactus flower.

Protected and together
for eternity.

Ah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

arriba!

ALL:
Arriba!

Abajo!

Al centro!

Y pa'dentro!

HETTY:
Ah! La vida es buena.

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