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MAN: The KB-9E delivers
the most advanced technology

for engaging both mobile

and stationary
enemy targets.

New capabilities include
enhanced supersonic speed

and extended antiradar frequency coverage.
WOMAN: All missile

test systems active.
Sea range is clear.

Telemetry and
guidance at 100%.

It's showtime, Admiral.

WOMAN: Launching
in five,

four,
three,

two, one.

Now, that is
one beautiful sight.

(speaking indistinctly)

High-def W.I.A.
for B.D.A.

MAN 2: Target acquired.
MAN 3: GPS tracking...

(beeping)
Missile now approaching...

I have a course deviation
anomaly.

Engage backup
system.

It's just a hiccup.
90 degrees

off course.
Manually intervene

and redirect.

It's unusual.

WOMAN: Sensors
detecting

a new destination.
Unknown vessel.

What the hell?

Break target lock.
The missile's

not in sync with our systems.
Abort.

Send destruct code now.

(beeping)

Missile's not accepting

my signal.

It's a civilian cabin cruiser.

ADMIRAL:
Good God.

Do something.

(beeping)

♪ NCIS: LA 6x19 ♪
Blaze of Glory
Original Air Date on March 30, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Top o' the morning to ya.

You know what I got for ya.
I got you a wee gift.

Yeah.

A gift of good luck.
(chuckles)

A little late for St. Patrick's Day.
Yeah, but it's after the holiday

so everything's 80% off.
Including

the green beer?

Yep. A little
time shift,

you get much more bang
for your buck.

Which is why I celebrate
Halloween on November 2,

it's why I celebrate Christmas
on December 27.

Valentine's Day?

Don't ask.
Twice the flowers,

twice the chocolate,

quarter the price.
Did you get any leprechauns?

Oh, I hope not.

You got a thing
about leprechauns?

No, I just saw the movie when I
was little, and I had nightmares

for a year.
SAM: No, the Leprechaun

wasn't so bad.
Chucky was much worse.

Okay, well,

I don't understand
why they make movies

that traumatize kids like that
in the first place.

DEEKS: Actually, according
to Bruno Bettelheim,

the, uh, stories that involve

the darkness of abandonment,
injury,

and death allow children
to grapple

with their own fears
in remote and symbolic ways

that lead
to emotional growth

and better prepare them
for adulthood.

What?
Am I

the only student
of psychology here?

No, no, no. Thank you, Dr. Phil.

But you
must admit

a little evil leprechaun
running around,

pretty disturbing, no?
ERIC: Aye, gather round.

There's work to be done.
C'mere till I tell ya.

Oh, Deeks.

That was an awesome sale.

I rest my case.

Two hours ago,
defense contractor ADRD

conducted a guided
missile test for the Navy.

The intended destination
was this target vessel

off the Channel Islands.
It was a perfect launch,

and then the engineers found
themselves in quite a pickle.

Engineers in a pickle.
That never ends well.

Unfortunately,

they lost control
of the missile,

deviated
off course.

Oh, man.
Was anybody

on board?

One of many
unanswered questions.

We're concerned that
the missile's guidance system

has been hacked.

And if it has,

we need to find out
if other Navy weapon systems

have been compromised.

No time to lose, Mr. Callen.

Find who did this
and shut them down.

Got it.

DEEKS: I wonder if it's
the same crew that hacked

CENTCOM in January.
Mm.

Those were only their Twitter
and YouTube accounts.

These weapon systems
are extremely secure.

CALLEN: Well,
the FBI thought that, too,

until their terrorist
training scenarios

were hacked last month.

Why don't you find out
what mission control has to say.

On it.
Got it.

An off-course missile doesn't
score a direct hit like that

unless someone wanted
to sink that boat.

It's a Coast Guard case.

Let's find out what they drag up
from the deep.

(indistinct chatter)

We've got Coast Guard and
Navy dive teams in the water.

Any human remains?
Not yet.

Let's hope it
stays that way.

Cabin cover snaps
were in place.

Good indicator
that nobody was on board.

What kind of boat?
Phillips 32.

Hundreds of them
in Southern California.

Any registration
number?

So far we've got a five

and a "J."
In no particular order.

I'd like to buy a vowel.

Waterproof case.

Wow.

That is not what you expect
to find

on a weekend pleasure craft.

Fentanyl.

It's 100 times more potent
than morphine.

48 vials. That's got
to have a street value

of 20 grand.

Drug dealers?
They do have enemies.

You know any drug dealers
that can hack a guided missile?

You're the first to arrive.

FBI and Homeland Security
are on their way.

You found evidence
that your system was hacked?

We have malicious code
embedded in our software.

Did you figure out
how they got into your system?

We have state-of-the-art
network security

with advanced
encryption,

multi-layer perimeter defense,
and intrusion detection.

This could have been an inside job.
Yeah.

We're putting
every single workstation here

under the microscope.
You have

any disgruntled employees or
workers who were recently fired?

No.

This is a good company.

WOMAN:
Excuse me. Peter,

we have something.

Last week, Doug got an e-mail
inviting him

to a military
R & D conference in Oahu.

I-It looked legit.

WOMAN: But the conference
doesn't exist.

The e-mail didn't come
from the Navy.

I clicked on the agenda, which
seemed to be in PDF format.

But actually
contained

an executable file
that embedded software

on his hard drive.

Software that could steal
his username and password?

Yes.
Giving them access

to all the weapon systems.

That is the likely possibility.

I wonder who else clicked
on that e-mail. Army, Navy,

Air Force, Marines?

Houston, we
got a problem.

(indistinct chatter)

G's in the wrong place.

Yeah? Where do you want me?
Not you. The letter.

Uh-huh.
Should be

before the numbers.
Got a "T."

Hmm.

We're still missing two numbers.

Should be good enough
for the twins.

(line ringing)

Eric, Nell, do your thing.

Oh, I'm working it.

Searching the
DMV right now.

Hey.

Hey. What do you got there?

Eh. A little, uh, snack,
in case we're hungry.

Mmm. Just the green ones?

Yeah, left over
from St. Patty's Day.

Interesting. Food in Ops.

Hetty know
about this?

Got it.

Hey, Callen.

What do you got, Nell?

So, the exploding boat
is registered

to one Stanley Maslow, DDS.

DDS? He's a dentist.

(crunching)

We got an address.

Eric, are you eating in Ops?

(gulps)
No.

(chuckles)

NELL:
He lives in Simi Valley.

You guys can be there
in 30 minutes.

I hate the drive
to Simi Valley.

I hate dentists.

STANLEY: Hey, you're lucky.
I usually play tennis

on my morning off.

Please, have a seat.
No, that's-that's fine.

Thank you.
So, uh, how can a dentist help the Navy?

Well, it's about
your boat.

There was a-a missile test
this morning,

and I'm sorry to say
that something went wrong

and your boat
was hit.

Damaged?

Destroyed.

How is that possible?

And-and what the hell is
the Navy doing testing a missile

in Marina Del Rey?

Marina Del Rey?

Yeah, that's
where it's docked.

Do you have any idea
what that boat is worth?

I did upgrades.

Dr. Maslow, your boat
wasn't at the marina.

It was off
the Ventura coastline.

That's impossible.

Oh, my God.

My son's been living
on that boat.

He's
a-a college student.

Spends school nights down there
and comes home on the weekends.

(phone chimes) Oh, thank God.
He's okay.

"All-nighter, big project,

crashed on friend's sofa."

Okay. So...

how the hell did my boat get
from the marina

to the Ventura coast?

Well, that's something
we're gonna have to figure out.

Do you have any
enemies, Dr. Maslow?

Not that I know of.

I get along pretty well
with everyone.

What about your son?
He have any enemies?

My son?
(sighs)

Look, Wyatt's a bit of a loner.

He has been
since his mother died.

I'm very sorry.

He's thrown himself
into his work.

Architecture.

Look, he rubs people
the wrong way-- I get that--

but not enough for anyone
to want to... kill him.

One other
thing,

we found some fentanyl
in the wreckage.

I'm a volunteer dentist
for the Smile Squadron.

Yeah,
we-we cruise

down to Ensenada and give
free dental work to the poor.

Fentanyl's used
for wisdom teeth extractions,

stuff like that.
You left narcotics unattended?

It was locked up in the hold
with 20 other boxes of supplies.

And the boat was docked behind
a locked gate in the marina.

Least
it was

last time I saw it.

Sure hope
the Navy's got deep pockets.

Yep. I don't
like dentists.

His boat is more
important than his son.

That fentanyl story,
very sketchy.

Better keep an eye on this guy.

M.T.E.

My thoughts exactly.

I text with
my daughter.

Come on.

(chuckles)

(indistinct chatter)

KENSI:
There he is. That's our guy.

Deeks.
Yeah.

Wyatt Maslow?
Detective Deeks,

LAPD. This is Special
Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.

My dad told me

to expect you.

Sorry, I can't shake hands.

Did you
make this?

It's stunning.

Quite the master
with the X-Acto knife,

huh?
You should see what I can do

with a 3-D printer.

When were you last
at the marina?

Yesterday morning. Uh, left the
boat about 7:00 a.m., I guess.

How did it end up in Ventura?
We're gonna review

the security footage.

You know anyone that
would want to hurt you?

No.

I mean, I don't know.

Maybe.
What does that mean,

maybe?
Well...

there's this one guy, Josh.

Uh, Joshua Pettiford.

Okay. What's going on with him?

My ex-roommate.
Computer science major.

He's the reason I had
to move on to my dad's boat.

You two weren't getting along?
Total slob.

Up every night till 3:00 a.m.

Snores like a jackhammer.

I tried, but I couldn't.

After months of fighting
over everything,

I finally moved out of the dorm.

And for that you think
he'd blow up your boat?

The guy's got
mad computer skills,

and he's totally unstable.

Computer skills. Okay,
like-like what, like hacking?

Day and night.

Where's his dorm room?
Yeah, might want

to pick up
some Hazmat suits first.

CALLEN:
Want a slurp?

No, thanks.

Mint is healthy
for you.

In Spanish it's
called yerba buena,

which is the "good herb."

(chuckles)

You really think there's
some real mint in there?

That's all artificial
flavoring and coloring.

Blue and yellow F, D and C.

Fresh, Delicious, Curative.

Artificial coloring is
made from petroleum, G.

Petroleum.
Makes it go down easier.

It also keeps my joints
very lubricated.

Your green arteries clogged.

(chuckles)

SAM:
Heads up.

(sighs)

New purchase.

No plates.

SAM: Yeah, that's
probably not a housekeeper.

Definitely
doesn't look like FedEx.

(shutter clicking)
SAM: Notary?

Realtor?

Or a drug runner.

CALLEN:
Eat up your spinach,

Popeye, we're on the move.

(engine starts)

(siren blares)

Driver, turn the engine off,
throw the keys out the window.

Not again.

SAM:
What the hell?

Going for the keys!

Now open the door
from the outside,

showing me both hands, sir.
Passenger, too.

Good, good. Now walk backward
slowly as possible, gentlemen.

SAM:
We're federal agents.

My badge is
in my right back pocket.

And we're both armed.

(Callen sighs)

My apologies,

gentlemen.
Satisfied?

We had a rash of
burglaries, and you two

have been parked there
for over an hour.

We were on a stakeout.
Okay, well,

could we offer
any assistance?

(scoffs) I think
you've done enough already.

(knocking)
KENSI: Dr. Pettiford?

(chuckles): Oh.
Wow.

Yeah. Wyatt
was not exaggerating.

DEEKS: This is bringing back
some happy memories.

KENSI: Oh, my gosh, you lived
like this in college?

Well, for a second there, I thought
I was back in your bedroom.

Oh-ho-ho.

(both chuckling)

Touché.

Got a laptop
on the desk.

(whispers):
Yeah, let's see here.

(beeping)

Huh. What do you think of that?

Revolutionary War flag?

Well, he's either a well-rounded student
of American history,

or he's a card-carrying
member of the Tea Party.

What...?

What the hell?

It's a brand-new
flash drive.

Oh!
Oh... whoa!

Really?

(beeps, buzzes)

Bet he didn't buy that
at the app store.

Security cameras in the marina
didn't record after midnight.

When they came back on
at 6:00 a.m.,

the boat was gone.
So the bad guys

are covering their tracks.

What about the software
from the defense contractor?

The hack has the trademark
of an online group

that call themselves
Disavow.

NELL: They're anonymous hackers,
but we have a chat room tip

to a possible local member
who just so happens to be...

Josh Pettiford.

Exploding thumb drive dude just
bought himself a trip to the boatshed.

Have to find him first.
No. To nail this guy,

we need to infiltrate his group,

which is always
easier said than done.

Well, I wouldn't mind
a little undercover...

Forget it, Beale.
You're too old.

NELL:
Ooh, okay,

so, then, I guess it's my...

Listen, with
all due respect,

these are students--
we need some fresh blood.

HETTY:
Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like you to meet
Blaze Talcott

from Stanford University.

She's an expert
in network security.

Hi.
So...

just to clarify, you
brought a... student here?

GRANGER:
Blaze interned

with NCIS Monterey,
and she has a job waiting

at Quantico Cyber Division
when she graduates.

You're a senior in college?
Crazy, right?

HETTY:
Just what this mission needs.

I'm sorry, but isn't

this software-controlled material?
Her clearance

exceeds yours, Ms. Jones.

All right, then.

Well, let's all
get to work.

Hey. I'm, uh,

Tech Operator Eric Beale.
I've heard all about you.

ERIC:
Oh, yeah?

Oh, cool fingernails.

(chuckles)
Something to look at

when you're...
writing code all day.

Ah, yeah.

Okay.
(clears throat)

Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones.

And you must be Kensi

and Deeks?
Yes, we are.

Nice to meet you.
Hi. How you doing?

NELL:
So, Blaze--

that's some nickname, huh?

Uh, it's not a nickname.

I was conceived
at a Bon Jovi concert.

Oh. That
explains it.

Been there.
ERIC: Great, so let's begin

by brainstorming some techniques

to get Blaze inserted.
Uh, sure.

Great. So the hackers
will definitely

take over your computer
and search through every byte.

We'll prep a laptop
with, um...

Hacker code,
illegally downloaded songs,

pirated software and porn.

Did you just say porn?

She definitely just said porn.

Got to be legit.

Wow. To be honest,

kind of like this girl.

They'll insist
I turn my camera on.

All right, kids...

let's put on a show.

SAM:
Thank you, Kaleidoscope.

We got the Mini
from Simi Valley, Eric. Thanks.

No problem.

You know what?

I'm, uh...

I'm gonna stay out here
in case she comes out.

I'll just wait.

They're not real clowns.

They're just
little puppet clowns.

Wonderful.
(laughs)

Don't worry.

It has to be dark
for them to come to life.

You hope.

(lively orchestral music
playing)

♪ ♪

(orchestral music continues)

Could you just
not do that?

Could you just not?

(music ends)

All right, good job, everybody.
That's it for today.

See you guys next week.
Class at 2:00.

Thanks, Alex.

CALLEN:
Excuse me, miss?

SAM:
Special Agents Hanna,

Callen, NCIS.

And you are?

Malee. Malee Vipada.

That's an interesting puppet.
From Thailand.

Like me.
I understand you know a Stanley Maslow?

Dentist from Simi Valley.

Uh, I don't really know him.

But you did go to
his house today.

Well, his son Wyatt
is my boyfriend.

He left blueprints

at my apartment--
I was just dropping them off.

Anything unusual going
on in Wyatt's life

these days?

No. I mean...

he's a pretty solid guy.

What about
his old roommate,

Josh?
Oh, my God,

complete and total freak.

Josh was the T.A.
in my CS class.

Computer science?

Yeah. I'm a theater major,
but they make us take

Coding for Poets.
Josh helped me

with my homework
a few times.

What makes him a freak?

A) He never bathed,

and B) he took my phone
when I wasn't looking.

Took selfies
for me to discover.

He texted himself

and acted like I started it.

Huh, well, maybe that's his way
of flirting with you.

Uh, no, thank you.

But, I mean, through Josh,
I met Wyatt, so...

it's all good.
MAN: Hey, sorry, Malee,

can you help us pack up?

Yeah, uh, got to get back.

Maybe Josh is the jealous type.

So get back

at the competition
the only way he knows how.

With a top secret Navy missile.

Beale, love what you've
done with the place.

Show him the code

for the JPL hack.

It's amazing.
After five minutes

of hack chat,
Josh took the bait.

They've already moved
to a private site.

(beep)
BLAZE: Yes!

He loves my zero-day
and man-in-the-middle attack.

Way to go, Eric.

Couldn't have done it
without you.

DEEKS:
Wow.

Am I detecting
a sense of chemistry here?

Mm-hmm.

Are you kidding me?

She's like a little sister.

I'm training

a junior agent.

This is the educational process.

Right.

So... you don't think she's hot?

She's not my type.

BLAZE:
Guys, he wants my camera on.

Uh, all right,
quiet on the set, please.

Really?
Always wanted to say that.

Hello there.

Wow. (laughs)

You sure write some killer code.
Tip of the iceberg.

Who can I put
on the TSA no-fly list for you?

Seriously?

All right...
let me ask you a question.

Blaze away.

If an attacker does a scan
looking for open TCP ports,

can all of the packets
use a spoofed IP address?

Ooh, uh, that's
a tricky one.

You know what, why don't
you tell him that, um...

BLAZE: No. Any SYN/ACK responses
to the TCP SYN segments

go to the spoofed address.

Open TCP ports are not detected.

Okay.

We should meet.

Look out for a text.

Ciao.

Yes, yes,

yes!

BLAZE (squeals):
We did it!

DEEKS:
Oh.

That's all very educational.

(Eric and Blaze laughing)
Oh, yes.

I'm learning a few things, too.

BLAZE:
We could have played online.

Well, it's better...

in person.

All right, now, given a
random array of numbers,

implement a merge-sort function
to arrange in ascending order.

You want me to write code
while playing chess?

And...

telling me why
you don't have

much of an online presence
after high school.

I value my privacy.
Don't you?

All right, code away, Blaze,
I'll handle the chess.

Uh, looks like
he's trying a Danish Gambit.

Respond with E-5,

then B-C-4.

Looks like the signal
to shut up.

My turn. Who started Disavow?

A guy named Isaac,

but no one really knows
his true identity.

He's a bit
of a legend.

What happens if I join you?

I mean, it's like
climbing Mount Everest.

Okay? I mean, we
just do it 'cause

it's there, you know?
Not for evil or for money.

Here's your code.

Sorry to bother you guys--
we're in from out of town.

Do you know
if there's a... Is there

a bike shop that's close to here?
Yeah,

we got a flat
and our, uh,

rental shop
is a few miles away, so...

You can try the place
after the playground.

Oh... Why do you even wear a helmet?
Oh, Sorry. I'm sorry.

That hard head of yours
could crack the cement.

Honey, I don't think this is the time.
Yeah, well, we got a flat

because he insisted
on going through the grass

and I said that there would be thorns.
There's

obviously glass in the parking
lot, 'cause since when

do palm trees have thorns?

The palm stem is scandent

because of the rugged, hooked
prickles that could shed.

I minored in botany.
You also majored in bother-me.

(chuckles)
(Deeks mock-chuckles)

Oh, you're funny.
Maybe you should audition

at The Comedy Store
while I go shop at Rodeo, huh?

We got to capture all the
sights, you know what I mean?

Only two days left
in the honeymoon.

Things are going well,
I think, so far.

Oh, sorry, can you
hand me my, uh,

my pop...
soda?

Where's your head? Who did I marry?
Really, really? Really?

What did I marry, huh?
Really?

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, wow.
This is nice.

With two versions--
Python and C++?

Wasn't sure
which one you wanted.

Hey, my laptop. Stop!

Come on, Kens.
Hey, whoa, whoa.

(chuckles) Deeks, Deeks.
Oh!

You're not gonna catch him.

Why did you give us a flat tire?
It was our justification

for stopping at the chess park.
Well, you should have listened

to me. We could have said
bad brakes, loose chain...

No, we had to sell it visually,
all right? And he

totally bought it. Why...
Are we still in character?

Great.

Go, go!

What else is in

that backpack?

Everything to keep her safe.

Then we have a problem.

So nothing threatening from

Josh to Wyatt?
Nothing.

Wyatt asks Josh
to clean up the room.

Josh replies in one word.
Well, if you're smart,

never put anything in a text
that can come back and bite you.

However, between
Malee and

Wyatt, a plethora
of lovey-dovey emojis.

CALLEN: "Miss u miss u wanna kiss u"?
Aw,

young love.
(short beep)

Ooh, Just got
a message

from the Coast Guard
Marina Del Rey.

It looks like
the Point Dume cameras

got the boat on night vision.

They're
currently

working on enhancement.
Great,

we'll check it out. Kensi
and Deeks have Josh covered?

Yes, the GPS tracker is in place
and we were able to clone

the thumbprint
using the soda bottle.

Good.
And Josh admitted to

Blaze that it was his crew
that stole that her backpack.

They went
through it with

a fine-tooth comb,
and she's in the club.

Keep us posted.
MAN: This way.

Here you go.
Really? You could have just asked me.

More fun this way.

Yeah. So, uh, Jeremy actually
bought the place last August.

How can you afford a house?

Well, a little help
from Roller Raccoon, huh?

My gaming app
for the smartphone.

Should have called it Cash Cow.

Heyo.
Heyo.

(both whooshing)

I went to school with a
thousand guys like those two.

Smart? Successful?

Try dorky.

So... I mean,
living room's a cool place

to just sort of chill, kick
back, write some code or...

you can power up
on nutrition or...

Caffeine, got energy drinks.
Whoa, whoa,

critically low on chips.

Food run.

Nice ride.
Yeah? Borrow it any time you want.

(door closes) Yup. Uh, well, uh,
why don't you,

uh, make yourself at home.

You want to play a little
Battlefield Hardline?

Oh, I shouldn't.

I don't want to see you
cry when I kick your ass.

Yeah, prepare to die.

Okay, the scooter's clear.
Cueing the car.

(tires screeching, thump)
DEEKS: Aah!

You hear that?
Yeah.

KENSI: Are you okay? Don't move.
DEEKS: Aah! Oh, God.

KENSI: Don't move, sweetheart.
DEEKS: Aah!

Help. Hi,
help me.

Ouch. Ow.
Should I... Should I call 911?

No, no, no, I got it, just help
me get the bike off of him.

Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay.
I think I have some internal injuries,

I can't feel my spleen.
I can't feel my spleen.

Eric, Eric, are you there?

Read you loud and clear.

I found the defense
contractor hack

in Josh's computer.
I just sent it.

Got it.
Great work.

The cloned thumbprint

opened all the files.
Even the locked ones.

Who are you talking to?

No one.

Are you a cop?

No.
Are you wearing a wire, huh? Let me see.

Come on, let me see.
Let me see it. (grunting)

Stop!

Stop it, you're hurting me!
Kensi,

Deeks...
Move in.

I swear to God,
I'll kill you if you're a cop.

Freeze.
Federal agents.

Oh, aah, aah!

(coughing)

(Kensi laughs)

Was that necessary?

You guys weren't really
in a bike accident, were you?

It turns out my spleen
is gonna be fine.

Look, I've never seen this
before, okay? I mean,

I didn't write it,
I didn't send it,

I don't know how it
got on my computer.

We know how much you hate Wyatt.
He was

a neat freak. We didn't get
along, okay? I don't hate him.

But when he

started going out with
Malee, you got jealous.

Oh, my God. Look, Malee is a pain in
the ass code kitten, all right?

She used to beg me for
homework help. He can have her.

You left selfies on her phone.
Yeah, she asked me

to take them.
So what you're

telling us is you didn't

want a relationship with her?

Why would I waste my time
and money with a girlfriend

when the Internet
is full of free porn?

That's a valid point.

Hey.
DEEKS: Hey.

What are you doing on my laptop?
Seriously?

Josh and Isaac,
the leader of Disavow,

have been fighting
in the back room of their

Dark Web site.
How did you get in the back room?

You gave me the password, fool.

Josh wants to use
their hacking skills for

a political agenda.
No, to

expose government
and corporate corruption,

okay? I'm actually
making a difference here.

Wow, look at

you, Dudley Do-Right.

But Isaac wants to keep it pure.

So, hacking for hacking's sake.

Josh was winning folks over and
they were turning against Isaac.

NELL:
Guys, something new here.

The code on Josh's computer
was planted by Isaac.

You can see it
in the coding patterns.

Well, that's interesting.

So it seems that Isaac planted

the software on your computer
to frame you.

Oh, really?

Wow. Thanks. Okay, so we
done here? Will you guys leave?

And by the way, you're
never gonna find Isaac.

You're never gonna find him.

Oh, ye of little faith.

We've unraveled Isaac's
encrypted, relayed messages

twice around the world.
Turns out Isaac

is a young man
we've all heard of.

A young man by
the name of...

Wyatt Maslow.

Hello, Isaac.

By the way,

I'm in awe
of your talent.

Not too many people can
hack a guided missile.

I was never going to do it.

I've never, ever caused
any harm with a hack.

It goes against my philosophy.

It's just a hobby.

What
happened? Uh,

Josh drive you crazy
as a roommate?

Hey, was... was Josh
gonna take over

Disavow?
No.

Then why?

Malee begged me to do it.

I had to defend her honor.
You had to

defend her honor?

They were doing homework...

and Josh gave her a drink.

She got sleepy.

Next thing she knows,
he's on top of her,

kissing her, pulling
her pants down.

And he would've raped her
if she didn't fight back.

Did she file a police report?

She knew they'd just
screw up the investigation

and Josh would walk.

She said that her plan
was the only sure way

to send him to jail.
And you went along with this?

Is Malee your first girlfriend?

You must really be in love.

I would do anything...

for her.

Oh, what
a sociopath.

Look, I never
touched her, okay?

Why would Malee make
up a story like that?

Look, I don't know,

all right? I mean,
he's just as crazy as him.

It sounds like

we need to spend some
quality time with Malee.

(electric whoosh)

Callen and Sam
need to hear this.

Go ahead, Eric.

Blaze had some doubts about
Malee's heritage and appearance.

Her nose and cheekbones.

So we dug a little deeper.

Turns out her Thai
passport is a fake.

Malee's real name is Taman
Budiano and she's from Jakarta.

Indonesia.

Her parents were killed
by the police there in 2009.

Members of

Jemaah Islamiyah.

The group that bombed the

stock exchange,
embassies, hotels.

She tried to steal the military
hack off Josh's computer.

Yeah, but it

wasn't there.
Which is why she

ditched you and jumped
in bed with Wyatt.

Blaze did pretty good.

No, Blaze did great.
Where is she?

Isn't she with you?

No. We sent her back
to Ops hours ago.

Malee would
never do that.

Did you hack
any other Navy systems?

Did you?
I guess.

Which ones?
Lasers, rail guns.

Was she ever alone
with your laptop?

Maybe, but there's
nothing on it. The...

There's a portable hard drive
in a safe in my dad's house.

Did you tell her about it?

Where are we, Eric?

Kaleidoscope and facial rec

firing on all cylinders.

Kensi and Deeks en route
to Malee's house.

SAM:
What about Blaze?

Comms are dead,
not responding to texts.

CALLEN:
Where's the safe, Wyatt?

It's in the bedroom
down the hall, on the left.

Check the
kitchen.

Dad.

Dad?

Sorry,

Wyatt.

Why would...

Oh, my God.

He didn't do anything.

Sam.

(sighs)

With that software...

terrorists could destroy
just about anything.

Including the entire
Pacific Fleet.

I need an update on Malee's
apartment, Mr. Deeks.

DEEKS:
The place is empty.

Almost like she moved out.

Her car's missing, too.

Looks like they left
in a hurry.

Well, that security camera's
been smashed.

See if you can find anything,
Eric.

Got the mirror
of a motor scooter.

Like the one
at the Venice house.

We hear anything from Blaze?

Nothing yet.

I got bad news that's about to
get worse.

I got an earwig that's crushed.

And that's definitely
one of ours.

They ditched the scooter.

Why would Blaze

go after Malee on her own?

GRANGER:
The girl's resourceful,

but that would be
way out of line.

KENSI:
I've seen Blaze in action.

She could kick Malee's butt.

One-on-one, yes... but in
this case she was outnumbered.

MAN:
Put your hands up!

Let's just hope that they've
taken her as a hostage.

Okay, I've got them

on a traffic camera,
First and Beaudry.

That's two blocks from the
theater where Malee studies.

CALLEN:
We got eyes on the Mini.

Looks like somebody's home.

Malee's got two
guys with her.

And one possible hostage.

They didn't have time
to complete the data transfer.

How many of these creepy things
you think they got in here?

There's got to be hundreds,
maybe thousands.

It's a good place
to hide a hard drive.

(gunshots)

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Where's Malee?

I'll cover the exit.

Federal agent!
Drop your weapons!

We walk
or the girl dies.

Okay, okay.

Don't hurt her.

Now!

(grunting)

Cuff him.

Sam.

(handcuffs clicking)

Malee's on the run.

She's headed into
Vista Hermosa Park.

We'll try to get eyes on her.

Searching traffic cams
and satellites.

Is this a park
or a jungle?

We've got to split up.

Hey, watch it.

West trail's clear, Sam.

No sign of her.

Got her.

Crossing the lower field.
On it.

Federal agents!

Hey, what?

(gunfire)

Drop your weapon!

I don't have a shot, Sam.

Drop your weapon.

MAN:
Please, please.

CALLEN:
Let him go.

(whimpering)

Okay, okay.

You're going to patch
that back up?

They got a show tonight.

♪ ♪

♪ Another op'nin',
another show ♪

♪ In Philly, Boston
or Baltimo'e ♪

♪ A chance for stage folks
to say "Hello" ♪

♪ Another op'nin'
of another show ♪

♪ Another job
that you hope that lasts ♪

Why did Hetty want
to meet us here?

I don't know.
Reward for a job well done?

Eh, maybe she just wanted
to torture Sam.

(Sam laughs wryly)

Come with me, everybody.

♪ Four weeks,
you rehearse and rehearse ♪

Hey, Beale.

♪ Three weeks,
and it couldn't be worse... ♪

Everyone... gather round.

So, I wanted you all
to experience

a bit of L.A. history.

You know, when I first saw
Mr. Baker perform,

(laughs): I think I was about
five years old.

It was at a little girl's
birthday party

given at the home
of Judy Garland.

You were playmates
with Liza Minnelli?

It was quite the soirée.

(laughs)

Tonight, we'll toast
with something

wholesome for a change.

Ooh.
(exclaiming)

HETTY:
Oh, bravo.

Thank you very much.
KENSI: Now we're talking.

Nice.
And one for you.

And one for you, sir.

And one for Hetty.

No ice cream for you?

Uh, no, I'm just going
to go meet Blaze

and some of her
friends from SWE.

The Society of Women Engineers.

Nell, it's just coffee.

I'm going to talk to them
about careers in CS.

It's like a mentoring thing.

Really?

That's your story?

Yeah.

Okay.

Have fun.

(sighs)

Burning the midnight
oil, are we?

Just retrofitted the drone
with infrared.

Cool.

Hmm.
So...

how was Blaze?

She's ready to move on.

To Quantico, I mean.

Fully trained.

So, you met her friends?

They were busy texting.

I mainly talked
to her dad.

He's an electrical
engineer.

Blaze thought that he and I...

have a lot in common,

like we could be friends.

Seriously,

that guy's got to be,
like, 45 years old.

Hey, I'm sorry.

(laughs softly)

It's all right.

Can I fly that?

(laughs softly)

Go for it.

But be careful.

I'm serious.

You're going to need this.

Yes, ma'am.

Why so many buttons?

Guess you haven't done it

in a while.

5.5 channel requires
a new skill set.

So it takes a little time
and understanding.

All right,

so you still have
your standard throttle,

yaw and elevator function.

But...

aileron
and collective pitch.

Uh-huh.

Ready?

Ah...
(laughing)

ERIC:
Whoa. So cool.

All right,
easy, Maverick.

Let's just...
let's just hover.

And...

All right, easy.

Okay, I'm letting go.

You've got this.
All right, all right.

Tilt left.

More throttle.

Losing altitude. Tilt up,
not toward the floor.

ERIC: Damn it.
Guess we got hacked again.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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