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♪ NCIS: LA 6x17 ♪
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Original Air Date on March 9, 2015

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Whoa...

DEEKS: Look who's here.
Hey.

He's alive!

(laughing maniacally):
He's alive!

Hey, and better late than never,
you know what I mean?

(sighs)
Congratulations, Deeks.

I'm back eight seconds, and I'm
already having second thoughts.

For the record,

I wasn't late.

Eh, not to be a
stickler for details,

but you swaggered
in here at 8:02.

Aw, you moving a little, uh,
a little slow there, big guy?

KENSI:
Come on.

Do not listen to them.

I am happy
that you're back, Sam.

Thank you.

Come on, give the guy a break--
he got shot.

Mm-hmm.
DEEKS: What's the big deal?

I got shot.

Uh, once.

Well, it was two bullets.

Well, I've been shot
multiple times.

KENSI: Oh, my gosh, are
you guys really competing

over who got shot
more often?

You know what,
come to think of it,

you're the only person
that hasn't been shot.

Hmm.
Yes, I have.

Uh, with a vest on.

Okay, well, apparently,
I'm the only one who's smart.

(whistles)

ERIC:
Hey, look who's back.

What's up, Bulletproof?

Very funny.

ERIC:
I try.

Try harder.

What do you got
for us, Eric?

I got a beach body.

Hmm, that's debatable.

(laughs sarcastically)

There's a dead body
at the beach.

Now, that I believe.

GRANGER:
Agent Hanna.

So did you make that trade yet?

You waiting for the
stocks to split?

No, I made the trade before I
came in to work this morning.

That's why
you were late?

You were playing
the stock market?

SAM: G, when you say
"playing," that implies a game

where you're
winning or losing.

When I trade stocks,
I don't lose.

(chuckles)
But with Granger?

I'm standing right here,
Agent Callen.

You're gonna make a killing
on this one, aren't you?

Maybe.

You got a tip for me?

Maybe not.

Day trading.

With Granger.

KENSI:
Smart man.

Hang on a minute,
just a second.

Agent Hanna's gonna
catch up to you.

All right.

If you want me to
give you another tip,

I'm gonna have to
get a finder's fee.

Listen, you took a bullet
to the chest.

Yeah.

I rested up, I
ate my vegetables,

now I'm a
hundred percent.

Now I know you're lying.

Doctor gave me
the green light.

To sit behind a desk.

The doctor has no idea
what we do here every day.

What do I have to do
for you to prove to you

that I'm ready
to come back?

Burpees.

Excuse me?

Burpees.

Burpees?
Yeah.

Burpees.

You're joking.

Does this look
like my joking face?

Do you even have
a joking face?

You want me
to do bu...?

So you want me to get down
here on the ground right now

and do some burpees?

I would never
do that to you.

Let's hit the gym.

You want to hit
the gym with me?

Let's do it.

Right now.

Let's hit the gym.

Let's go.

Okay.

Who is he?

Fahad Ahmadi.

He's one of three Afghanistan
National Army soldiers

who were invited to the U.S.
for a security training

with the DEA.

NELL:
The DEA training is supposed

to help Afghans combat
drug trafficking

and conduct
surveillance back home.

Uh, the three soldiers
were living together

in an apartment less than
two miles from the crime scene.

So we invited Fahad Ahmadi, and
someone killed him on our watch?

That's one way
of looking at it.

A cyclist found his
body near the Strand

in Venice earlier
this morning.

ERIC: The only footage we
have is from a beach cam,

and it ain't pretty.

Mmm.

ERIC: After the attack, the
two assailants disappeared

into the boardwalk--
they're gone.

So basically we're back
at square one.

We don't even know
what these guys look like?

NELL: Basically.
KENSI: If the press gets hold of this,

it's gonna be
a feeding frenzy.

Yeah, they'll play up
the potential terrorist angle.

That's why the DoD
is in hyperdrive.

They've called on us,
all the other federal agencies,

and LAPD to investigate.

And I'm sure they're expecting
full interagency cooperation.

What can I say?

The DoD dares to dream.

One other thing.

SECNAV wants us to make sure

that this was not a hate crime.

The two other soldiers are
at the DEA's offices.

Where's the agent
who was in charge of them?

NELL: That would be
Agent Lindley Richards.

She's currently waiting
for you at the crime scene.

Why don't we all
pay her a visit?

I'll get Sam.

Nice, so interagency
intimidation--

I'm gonna bring the big stick.

Just remember
to play nice.

Of course.

CALLEN:
So what'd Granger want?

SAM:
I'm proud of you, G.

You waited the whole
ride over to ask.

CALLEN:
Ah, thank you.

DEEKS:
You're avoiding the question.

KENSI:
Yeah, that was good.

Just wanted to talk
about market stuff.

Futures, munis, IRAs,
stuff like that.

So, the usual.
Exactly.

Mm-hmm, then why did he want
to meet you at the gym?

Did you even
finish briefing me?

You never wanted to talk so much
about Granger in your life.

Agent Callen, NCIS.

We're looking for
DEA Agent Richards.

Agent Cornell.
Nice to meet you.

In fact, nice to meet you all.

You guys always work
as a pack?

SAM:
Funny. Not always.

So where's
Agent Richards?

Of course.

Agent Richards is, uh...

well, she's supposed
to be here.

"Supposed to be here,"
meaning she's not?

I hate to disappoint you guys,

especially since
we just met and all,

but she's not on scene
at the moment.

Exactly when will
she be "on scene"?

Sorry, but I couldn't
tell you.

McCoy.

Wow, so much for
interagency cooperation.

Well, we gave it
the old college try.

What do you want to do?
Find her.

Get Nell and Eric to help you
if you have to.

Don't let her out
of your sights

until she gives you
a full debriefing.

On it.
Got it.

Agent Cornell.

We're not finished
with you.

Yeah, I was kind of
afraid of that.

Did you know the victim,
Fahad Ahmadi?

No, never met the guy.

Who's responsible for him?

That would be...

Agent Richards. Right.
Agent Richards.

Look, the DoD wants our agencies
to work together on this, okay?

You had to have
heard something.

Why did the DEA select Fahad
to be in the training program?

Honestly, don't know.

(camera clicks)
What's that for?

That's for my boss,
Henrietta Lange.

You've probably heard of her.

No?

Oh, well, you soon will.

She keeps a file of
any federal agent

that obstructs
our investigations.

She likes to picture their faces
when she goes to sleep at night,

and she never forgets
a face-- it's amazing.

Mm-hmm.

Come on, you guys,
this wasn't my operation.

I hardly know
anything.

Well, we'd be happy
with hardly anything.

Like why Agent Richards selected
Fahad for the training program.

Look, Agent Cornell,

no one will know
it came from you.

Suit yourself.

Okay, okay.

Agent Richards selected Fahad
and the other two soldiers

because they all had
top security clearance

in the Afghanistan
National Army.

(cell phone rings)

Sorry, but I really do
have to take this.

Yeah.

Soldiers had access to
Afghanistan's classified ops.

I know one or two militant
groups that would kill for that.

No, they'd kill for it after
they got what they needed.

That's not what happened
this morning.

Unless...

whoever killed Fahad already
got what they wanted.

Hey, Nell.

Yep.

You, uh, you busy?

Yep.

On a scale of one
to ten, how busy?

Whatever number gets me
back to my work fastest.

Hmm, so, like, an 11?

Speak,
but make it snappy.

Okay.
(clears throat)

Our elusive DEA agent,
Lindley Richards,

she's nowhere
to be found.

Really?
Yeah.

I know she left her office
at around 8:30 this morning,

probably after finding out that
Fahad Ahmadi had been killed.

Wait, how did you...?

I did not hack
the DEA database.

I chose the
second option.

You phoned a friend.

Well, she owed
me a favor.

"She."

I do have female
friends, you know.

No, that's...
Th-that's a good thing.

Oh, good.

I mean, we didn't
date or anything.

It's a strictly platonic
collegial kind of relationship.

Cool.

Cool.

Anyway, (clears throat)

it was she who checked
the security log for me.

And then she
fell off the map.

Hmm.

Uh, Agent Richards,
not... my...

No, no, I-I got it.

Cool.

Now, I did manage
to find her car.

It's been parked on Jefferson
for the last three hours

at a one-hour parking meter.

Let me guess-- you have a friend
at the DMV, and it's a she.

The point is that Agent Richards
got a parking infringement

15 minutes
after she left her office.

I also managed
to find her cell.

It's off and the GPS says
it's inside the car.

Okay, how about
credit cards?

I mean, it's only
been a few hours,

but she hasn't
even used them.

What am I missing?

Why don't you check the credit
card statements again?

You know, if you made this
less of a teaching moment,

you could get back to your
own stuff a lot quicker.

Chimney Stack.

Chimney Stack?

In June, Agent Richards was
there maybe, what, once a week.

By December, she's
there every night.

And now she's at the
bar every afternoon.

So the Chimney
Stack is...

Is on Jefferson.
Uh-huh.

One block from her car.

Which means Agent Richards

either has a crush
on a bartender...

Or she's got
a serious drinking problem.

Thank you.

Wow.

This place is depressing.

I think that's
kind of the point.

I think we have found
our missing agent.

You think she's ordering
that shot of tequila

with a side of cosmic irony?

(chuckles)

Agent Richards?

I'm Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.

This is my partner,
LAPD Detective Deeks.

Do this again.

You sure you want to do that?

You sure you want to piss me off
before asking for a favor?

Wow.

We're not here to ask you
for a favor.

We are here to investigate
the murder of Fahad Ahmadi.

You chose him for
your agency training program,

is that correct?

How did you two find me, anyway?

BARTENDER: There you go.
Well...

Actually, I don't care.

(sighs)
I take that back.

I do care, because you
are killing my buzz.

Why, are you celebrating?

To the end of my career.

(sighs)

You don't know that.

I'm the one who vetted
those Afghan soldiers.

I convinced the DoD
to trust them.

Do you feel confident

in the Intel you gathered
about them?

I did.

But now those men are here
and on their own.

W-What do you mean,
on their own?

You don't know, do you?

The other two ANA soldiers,

they didn't show up for training
this morning,

and no one's seen them
since 7:00 last night.

They're gone.

Beach cam footage.

Fahad was murdered by two men.

One dead, two missing.

Told you I was screwed.

Let's just get it over with.

Talking stocks
with Granger, huh?

(chuckles) You act like
I was cheating on you.

I'm just surprised.

Why?

I didn't know you
played the market.

Seriously?
Which is fine, you know.

It's good that we don't
share everything in common.

Seriously?

What?

G, I love you
like a brother,

but we basically have
nothing in common.

Of course we do.

You don't know cars,
you don't know music,

and you definitely don't know clothes.
(phone rings)

I don't know clothes?

What do you got, Kens?

Well, the other Afghan soldiers
who were here

training with the DEA
are both missing.

Missing since when?

DEEKS:
Last night.

They were gone by the time

Fahad's body was
discovered this morning.

They could've killed Fahad
and made themselves scarce.

Kens, what's your read
on Agent Richards?

Once you get past
the tequila fumes,

I think that she's taking it
pretty hard, you know?

Like she's been had,
like the soldiers

were planning this
all along, but...

to be honest with you,

I think it's just
the guilt talking.

She chose these guys,
and now one of them

is dead because of it.

The DEA and the DoD
had to have vetted these guys.

If the other two did
have another agenda...

Our intelligence missed it.

DEEKS: Not only that,
but we brought them here,

which means if
Fahad was killed

because he didn't
agree with the plan...

Then his death is on us.

Stick with Richards.

All right, thanks.

I want to talk to the guy
at the DEA

who trained those two soldiers.

If anybody has a better idea
of what we're dealing with,

it'll be him.

Well, let's hope he's easier
to find than Richards.

SECNAV:
Do you?

Yes, we do.

We? I'm sorry, did you say "we"?

That's rich.

What does Assistant Director
Granger have to say

about all this?

Yes, I used the royal we.

Owen also knows

how important it is

that we find them, and we will.

And I'm just supposed
to take your word for it?

Should we go back upstairs?

No.

(SECNAV continues speaking)
Uh-huh.

But this is like watching

a super awkward car accident.
Right.

Exactly. I'm going nowhere.
Yes.

SECNAV: ...I want you to know
this is going to be on you.

We'll, uh, we'll be here f...

(dial tone)

She just hung up on me.

Rough call?

You want to talk about it?

No, thank you, Mr. Beale.

I don't.

SECNAV is turning up the heat.

The Afghan Army knows

that one of its men
has been killed.

And we have
the narrowest of windows

before they find out
two more are missing.

NELL:
And it spirals

into an international incident.

HETTY:
Ms. Jones,

profile those two soldiers.

I want to know what
they were doing

every minute that
they were inside the U.S.

Yes, ma'am.
And, Eric,

just keep looking
until you find them.

(softly): Okay.

DEA Agent Brenner.

Agent Callen.

This is my partner, Agent Hanna.
Coffee?

Please.

You good?
Good.

I just heard about
what happened to Fahad.

It's awful.

SAM:
Yeah.

You know,
the two soldiers you trained

are still unaccounted for.

Kamal Pajman and Abdul Farman?

Yes, I heard about that as well.

You think they had anything
to do with Fahad's murder?

Absolutely not.

You seem pretty confident
about that.

I spent every day

with those guys
for the last month.

They're soldiers,
honorable ones.

And they were committed
to rebuilding their country.

How did they feel about us?

Americans?

Uh, nothing but grateful.

They loved it here.

In fact, Fahad was even

teaching himself
to paddleboard.

He sucked at it, but, uh...

You think there's any chance
they loved it so much

that maybe they wanted to stay?

No.

No, this isn't their home.

What makes you such
a good judge of character?

I did two tours
in Afghanistan, Army.

You get pretty good at
reading a situation.

So what's your read
of this situation?

If there's a conspiracy here,

it didn't come
from Kamal or Abdul.

In fact, if I were you,

I'd be more worried
about their safety; I know I am.

Well, Agent Richards seems to,

uh, see it differently.

She feels like
these two guys played her.

They jumped at the chance
to come to America,

and they eliminated Fahad
when he got in their way.

Richards doesn't know what
the hell she's talking about.

Because she's a drunk?

If you knew
she had a problem,

why didn't you report her?

CALLEN: Why didn't you
make sure that

somebody capable
vetted these guys

before the DEA
brought them over?

Are you insinuating
that I let this happen?

That this is my fault?

I'm sorry if I insinuated that.

I meant to be very clear.

Everybody in our section knows
Richards is an alcoholic.

Uh, what I meant, uh...

No, what you meant
was your section

needs to get its ship in shape.

Yeah.

That's something
we're gonna have to work on.

Gentlemen.

Keep in touch.

If Brenner is right and
those other two soldiers

didn't kill Fahad...

That means somebody is probably
after them as well.

Ticktock.

Hetty?

Have you finished profiling
those soldiers, Ms. Jones?

Not quite,

but we did find them,

Just say it.

There was
an attempted abduction

at a café in Venice
this morning.

Not according to the LAPD.

But the people who were there
posted about it online.

NELL: In my research,
I learned

that Kamal Pajman got coffee
at that same café every morning.

I confirmed it with the café's
owner about an hour ago.

You think someone was going
after him?

Well, unfortunately,
the café is in a dead zone.

No cameras.

And for all
the social media posts

about a big
attempted abduction,

there were no photos attached.

(groans)
No, Hetty,

that's the good news.

Kamal Pajman got away.

NELL:
Abdul Farman wasn't so lucky.

He's a devout Muslim.

Now, the café abduction
got us thinking.

So we scanned footage
of mosques

closest to the apartment
that they shared.

And we found this.

NELL: Abdul was on his way
to morning prayer.

No one reported
his disappearance.

That's because no one knew
he was missing.

Now, we were able to identify
one of the guys who grabbed him.

He's a member
of Maktab Al-Khidamat.

The forerunner to al-Qaeda?

Yes. Now, maybe they're
trying to reassert their power,

make a name for
themselves again.

Okay, so if MAK took Abdul
and tried to take Kamal,

then maybe Fahad's death
was a grab gone wrong.

MAK would want them alive.

That's the only way they would
learn what the soldiers know

about Afghanistan's
classified military ops.

And what exactly do they know?

Well, they know how
their army plans

to disrupt the opium trade
in the Helmand province.

Drug trafficking in that area

has been a major source
of income for the Taliban.

If their army could
cut that off,

that would be a devastating
blow to the terrorists.

Which means that we have to get
to Abdul before he talks.

And we need to find Kamal
before MAK does.

Learn anything
from Agent Richards?

Yeah, she prefers Scotch
after midday.

And we're not gonna get
anything else out of her;

not until she sleeps it off.

CALLEN: Nell, tell us everything
you got on Kamal Pajman.

The soldier who got away, yeah.

He's 24 years old,

and no girlfriend, which isn't
unusual in Afghanistan.

He is off-the-charts
intelligent.

Considered to be
a rising star

in the Afghanistan
National Army,

and three years ago,
the Taliban made him an orphan.

Wow, that'll convince you
to join the fight.

Well, his motivation
isn't exactly clear.

What do you mean?

So, when the DEA
selected Kamal

to come train
in the United States,

he said yes without hesitation,

and Agent Richards made
a note of it in her file.

Because a soldier does
what's asked of him.

Or maybe Agent Richards noted it

because she felt
it was cause for concern.

That Kamal was
a little too eager

to get to the United States,
and now that he's here,

maybe the reason
no one can find him

is because he doesn't want
to be found.

If Kamal ever wanted
a fresh start, this would be it.

Yeah, it's not like he's got
a lot waiting for him back home.

You disagree?

When I read this Intel,

I see
a die-for-my-country soldier.

I think the reason no one can
find Kamal is because he was

attacked this morning
by the same men who took

one of his friends
and killed the other.

Okay, I don't care
which version

of the man you believe.

The security of the Afghan
National Army's at stake.

We need to find him.
KENSI: Yeah.

Before MAK gets their hands
on him like Abdul.

Nell?

I still think Kamal
has gone underground.

What do you think, Sam?

He'll try to contact
someone he can trust,

someone with authority.

Consulate General
to Afghanistan?

It's a good place to start.

Two teams.

Two theories.

It's what I call a perfect
solution in an imperfect world.

Mm.
Let's go.

We both love beer.

Can we agree
that we both love beer?

We can agree that if you offer
me a beer, I'll drink it.

But I'm more of
a champagne guy.

Champagne over beer?

Dom Pérignon Rosé?

Best bubbles in
the world, baby.

What about basketball?

You know I'm more
of a football man.

Pancakes.

Waffles.

JFK.

Movie or the airport?
(laughs)

You're funny.

We're running out of time.

There's no sign of Kamal.

According to Hetty's contact,

he's not already
inside the consulate.

If he was,

MAK would've sent
someone here by now.

Let's give it a little longer.

We don't know
how much longer Abdul has.

Hey, excuse me, miss?

Do you recognize this guy?

Uh, no, sorry.
Thank you.

Oh, 'bout to make it
hot, baby.

Look out!
Deeks?

What's up?!

Okay, so not a bite,
not a nibble.

Nobody in Kamal's neighborhood
recognizes him.

Well, that makes sense.

He's only been here
for a few weeks.

Probably spends every single day
at the DEA office training.

I have a question.

Yeah?

What exactly are you
doing to help the case?

Well, I got to be honest,
if I'm a stranger

in a strange land
and people are looking for me,

the first thing I'm gonna do
is change my appearance.

Mm-hmm.

Which is why I think
we should go in here.

Uh, this is not his style.

You don't know
what his style is.

This is nobody's style.

Who buys this stuff?

Okay, there's a, uh,

trunk in my garage--
it's a blue one

that says "College" on it?

Yeah, don't look in there.

Note to self.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Hi, I'm NCIS

Agent Kensi Blye, this
is Detective Deeks.

Do you recognize this man?

I do.
He was here this morning.

Knew that one was trouble.

And now you two
are looking for him?

(scoffs)
I have to call Gina.

That man gave you a problem?

No, not if we're
getting into specifics.

But he was a weirdo.

How so?

First, he shows up before
I've even had my cup of Joe.

You just don't do that.

On a Monday?
No, you don't.

So, I tell him
the register's closed.

He says he'll pay cash
and, get this,

doesn't need the change.
Go on.

I got to know
how this story ends.

I like you.

I like you.
From the moment you walked in.

You're a Capricorn, aren't you?

Oh, he's something.

What did he buy?

Do you see the fashion-forward
merchandise I have here?

This is
the L.A. experience!

These clothes are
in all the magazines.

But the guy you're asking about?

This is what he chooses.

This doesn't say L.A.

This says... Milwaukee.

Hence, he's a weirdo.

I rest my case.

Guy asked me where
the closest bus stop was.

And I couldn't
tell him fast enough.

So, our guy's
wearing a black T-shirt,

baseball cap,
heading for a close bus stop.

That narrows it down.

Nell's right.

Kamal's going in hiding.

Come on, Kamal,
where are you?

G, there he is.

CALLEN:
Guard just locked the gate.

I don't like where
this is heading.

Kamal?

Federal agents.

(tires screeching nearby)

(grunting)

Kamal's gone.

And you're a sorry
consolation prize.

Where's Abdul Farman?

I don't even know who that is.

What were you planning on doing
with Kamal Pajman?

The guy from the consulate?

Those guys just
asked me to drive.

I swear.

Did you kill Ahmad Fahadi?

What? N-No.

Listen, that wasn't me.

Are you part
of Maktab Al-Khidamat?

No!

Dalbir Gilani.

You're a fourth-year student

at Culver City Community
College. Hmm.

That's a two-year college.

You know that, right?

Studying Theological Ethics,
then a few

propaganda videos
and chat rooms later,

and you're a member of MAK.

Your professors
must be so proud.

As they should.

I'm a soldier.

Maybe you're not aware
of the important work

Maktab Al-Khidamat is doing.

Hm. Enlighten us.

We're uprooting
criminal regimes.

Like the Afghanistan
National Army?

We're purifying the lands

by enforcing
the judgments of Islam.

Did you kill Fahad Ahmadi?

No. No one asked me to do that.

SAM: So...

if the judgment of Islam called
for Fahad Ahmadi to die,

would you have answered
that calling?

That's what I thought.

Yes.

I would've done it.

I would've killed him.

You call yourself a soldier

because you think
war is something

that's played out overseas.

The danger in that is
you think you're safe.

But you're wrong.

Fahad's blood is
on your hands.

You're gonna pay for his murder

even if you weren't
holding the knife.

KENSI: All right,
Eric, go ahead.

ERIC: So, I won't bore you
with how the sausage is made,

but just know

that Kamal Pajman was, uh,
not easy to find.

Of course he wasn't easy to
find-- he's well-trained,

and for all he knows,
he's in enemy territory.

Right, but...

the takeaway is
that I found him.

And it was...
(laughs)

virtually impossible.

Well, consider this
a virtual pat on the back

for doing your job.

So, where is he now?

Um, well,
after the consulate building,

he headed south.

He's in Culver City at a diner
on Washington and Centinela.

I'll let you know
if that changes.

I want to go back in there.

I think we're close
to breaking him.

I want to find out
where MAK's keeping Abdul.

Okay. I want to be there
when we find Kamal.

Wait, so, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

We're gonna do a little,
uh, partner swap here?

That's a good idea.
All right.

I'll head out with Sam.
And at the end of the day,

we can swap back and talk
about all the valuable lessons

we learned
from our new partners.

On second thought, Kensi,
you should probably stay here.

Yeah, no, sorry, too late.
See you!

You two have fun.

KENSI: Yeah, why don't
you, uh, do some bonding?

Yeah, maybe compare pancake
recipes or something.

(laughing) Oh, yeah?
You like pancakes?

You know who likes pancakes?
I like pancakes.

Sometimes I make pancakes

with marshmallows,
but not the big ones.

I use the little ones
and then I combine them

with chocolate chips--
you know what that is?

That's delicious!

Let's just focus
on Dalbir Gilani.

Okay?

I call them s'more-cakes.

'Cause it's the same
ingredients as a s'more.

You can try them.
Bring it by the house?

You...

you know, 'cause you got
a good rhythm going.

I'll just...
stay out here and...

stretch my calf muscles.

What happened
to the other guy?

Oh, Agent Hanna?

Paperwork.

To prosecute you for the murder
of Fahad Ahmadi.

"Murder"?!
Yeah.

Look.

I can possibly
help you out here.

Just tell me where your friends
are keeping Abdul.

I don't know!
Dalbir.

Let me explain to
you how this works.

Okay?

You tell me
where I can find Abdul,

and maybe...

you don't spend the rest of your
life in solitary confinement.

Man, come on!

I don't know!

They don't tell me
that kind of stuff.

I'm low level, I swear!

You're probably right.

How long have you even been
a member of MAK, anyway?

A few months.
Exactly.

You haven't even had enough time
to prove yourself yet.

Right. I get it.

They know I'm for real.

How could you have
proved that already?

They thought my girlfriend
was gonna be a problem.

She's not Muslim.

You handled that?

I know how to prioritize.

A smart guy like you,
I have no doubt.

Exactly.

Wow. Well played,
Callen, well played.

You got him wrapped
around your pinky.

Not that it isn't something
I haven't done a thousand times.

Except for, of course,
I did it in a courtroom.

With a ton of people.

Judge staring me down.

Jury... sizing me up,

saying, "What you got,
public defender?

What you got?"

ERIC:
Uh, Deeks?

Huh?

You... you know
that I can hear you, right?

Yeah. No, no. Yeah, no.

I definitely know
that you could...

I mean, I knew
that you were there,

if that's what you're asking.

Good. Because I'm here, too.

DEEKS:
Oh.

Nell. Hi!

What's up?

Detective.

Ooh.

Granger.

Of course Granger is there.

It's like the whole
Ops-apalooza.

What's going on, guys?

What can I do you for?

GRANGER: Question.
Hmm?

Do you crumble graham crackers
into your s'mores-cakes?

Do I crumble... crack...?

Are we, are you being serious?

Do you really want to know?

What do you think?

I think that you want
to know where Abdul is.

And?

And Dalbir had to prove
his loyalty to MAK

despite having
a non-Muslim girlfriend,

which means he had
to do something recently

to take advantage
of said girlfriend.

So, we just have
to figure out who she is

and where she fits
into the story.

And if we follow
that line of investigation,

I'm pretty sure we'll find out
where they're keeping Abdul.

DEEKS:
Hey, so just for the record,

to clarify, I wasn't really...

I wasn't talking to myself,
earlier, when I was...

That was kind of
an inner monologue that I then

said out loud, subsequently,

which kind of defeats

the purpose, but, um...

Guys?

Find the girlfriend.

Yeah.
Got it.

All right, Eric.
Thank you.

So Kamal left the consulate
and crossed the road

into that pawnshop about
seven minutes ago.

He's liquidating
whatever he can.

He's planning to run.

Well, can you blame him?

I've got the street.
You got the car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

He saw you at the consulate.
He'll recognize you.

I'll take the street,
you take the car.

Touché.

What did you just say?

Touché.

Great observation.

You know Deeks says that
all the time.

Yeah?

Now I know why.

Good call, good call.
No, yeah, okay. No, I...

You made one.

All right.
Ha, ha, ha.

Kamal Pajman?

Kensi Blye, NCIS.

Hey!

Stop, Kamal!

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

(horns honking)

(engine roaring,
tires screeching)

KENSI:
Stop!

(tires screech)

Kamal...

listen to me.

We know who you are.

We know who's after you.

We're here
to protect you.

Why should I believe you?

We know what happened at
the café this morning.

Abdul was taken

by the same men
who tried to grab you.

Maktab Al-Khidamat.

They took Abdul?

As he was walking to mosque
for morning prayer, yes.

And Fahad?

Fahad was killed

while running on the beach
this morning.

I'm sorry.

Fahad is dead?

(sighs)

SAM:
We think it was a mistake.

They want you alive,

so they can interrogate you
about the army's plans

for the opium trade
in the Helmand province.

Taliban in the Helmand province

fuels insurgents
in the rest of my country.

And now that the U.S.
and the allies

have pulled out of
the region...

It is more important than ever

that we protect that land.

Which is why you're in America
training with the DEA.

We know.

What do you want me to do?

We want you to find Abdul.

And avenge Fahad's death.

What do we have?

Dalbir Gilani's girlfriend

is Nedda Japour.

She's American,
but her parents

are immigrants
from Afghanistan.

NELL: They own a shoe repair shop
in Hollywood,

and when Nedda's not in school,

she's working
the front of the store.

All right,
so he's gotta be familiar

with the shoe repair shop.

Here's what's strange.
It's the middle of the day.

The shop is closed.

ERIC: Yeah, no one's
answering the land line,

and Nedda and her parents'
phones are turned off.

So I took a peek
at the traffic cams

near the closest
major intersection.

And?

And a certain white van

has been driving back and forth
on that street all day.

Shoe repair shop.

It's a perfect place
to torture Abdul.

MAK doesn't even
have to bring tools.

Eric, have Kensi and
Sam meet us there.

You must be Kamal.

Agent Callen.

Detective Deeks.

Got an entrance in the front

and an entrance in the back.

DEEKS:
Blinds are shut.

Place says it's closed,
and we have no idea

how many guys we're gonna
be going up against.

Is there a plan
to get in

without kicking
down a door?

They are looking for me.

If I knock,
they'll open the door.

We good?

We're good.

You heard the man.

You'll need a weapon.

Thank you.

That's actually my backup.

Then say "you're welcome."

You're welcome.

It's got a light trigger,
go easy.

Kensi, Deeks-- take
the front with Kamal.

Flush out as many
as you can.

Sam and I will
take the back.

Okay.

Be smart out there.

Okay.

Uh, that means
don't do anything stupid.

Don't worry. From him,
it's a term of affection.

(speaking Pashto):

♪ ♪

Go.

Eric, we've got Abdul.

Send an ambulance.

ERIC:
Copy that, Callen.

Where are the hostages?

(woman sobbing quietly)

Got a family.

Clear!

We're federal agents.
You're gonna be fine, okay?

Gonna be fine.

(gasping, grunting in pain)

(gasps, sighs)

Abdul.

I didn't tell them.

I didn't tell them.

I know.

I know.

(door opens, shuts)

I hear the DEA offered you
an extension on your visa.

That's right.

I'm a lucky man.

It's a great opportunity.

Continue your training,
spend a little time

in the land of the free,
home of the brave.

Yes.

I also heard you turned it down.

I'm grateful for what
you and your country

have done for me and my people.

But it's time for me to go home.

Mm.

It was an honor
meeting you, Sam.

It's been an honor
having you fight beside us.

Maybe one day,
when the fighting is done,

you will come to visit me
in my country.

I'd like that.

Take care of yourself.

"Don't do anything stupid."

(laughs)
Got it.

Good night, Hetty.

Monet.

What's that?

You and Mr. Hanna,

you both appreciate

Claude Monet's paintings.

How did you even...?
Personally,

I find them a little dainty.

(laughs)

But to each his own.

(laughs)

Good night, Hetty.

Good night, Mr. Callen.

Night, guys.
See ya. Night.

Coming?

I am gonna
catch up with you.

Okay.

Uh, Hetty...

can I steal a moment?

Yeah.

Um...

When you asked me
to profile Kamal today,

I thought I did.

I thought I had
researched him enough

that I was inside his brain,

that I could predict

his every action
and reaction and...

And...?

And I was wrong.

I analyzed him

the best that I could, but...

yeah, I was wrong.

Well...

intelligence only
takes us so far.

Why is that?

We're human.

We're too...

mercurial to ever
really be known.

Hmm.

Hetty, as an
intelligence analyst...

not exactly encouraging.

Well, I-I'm not suggesting

that it is.

It's a reminder--
our work is never done.

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