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Deputy Director Ochoa,

to what do we owe
the pleasure?

There's nothing pleasurable
about this visit.

You and your people need
to be extra careful.

Sokolov!

Anna, where's his gun?

Where's Sokolov? He get away?

- No. Anna got him.
- The ATF

suspended me.

Thanks to you, it's just
a matter of time

before my lawyer calls me
for an arraignment.

Does anyone really think
it's gonna go that far?

Welcome to the land of
stars and stripes, sir.

Good to be back, Liam.
House is secure.

Enjoy your evening.

Are you still holding
onto the myth

that Paris beats L.A.?

One's the center
of the universe...

and the other one is this.

I mean, I'm not
even gonna front.

L.A. does have its perks.

Nightcap to celebrate
our arrival?

Why postpone
the real celebration?

I'm gonna...
change.

And I'll, um...

go grab those nightcaps.

I love it all!

Remind me to thank

your shoppers tomorrow.
- Will do.

How about we start
that celebration, babe?

Babe?

Rick?

Rick!

♪ NCIS: LA 10x07 ♪
One of Us
Original Air Date on November 11, 2018

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@elder_man

All I am saying is, we have
stars of stage and screen,

and now we have LeBron.

It is an embarrassment
of riches.

You should experience King James
live and in person.

Mm-hmm, well,
his prices are

a little bit out of my reach.

Ah, it's a shame
you base life

on financial limitation.

I have secured season ticket.

You have season tickets?

Then, let's go.

Let's go to a game.

Well, all 28 of plus-ones

are currently
spoken for,

but I will text you if there is
last-minute cancellation.

- Okay. You do that.
- Okay.

Good to see you, Anna.

My sweet daughter.

I finally took
your advice.

I... I tried yoga.

Only took you breaking your back
to listen to my suggestion?

It's not the hot, sweat lodge,
boot camp type thing, it's...

More the hardwood floor,

sound bath, Westside kind?

Exactly.

And interestingly,
there's a neat little

pizza place
next-door, so...

I like pizza.

How are you?

I'm getting by.

Some women in here aren't fans
of law enforcement.

Are you hurt?

Bruised knuckles,
clean face.

I'll take a fight
like this any day.

My girl.

I'll see what I can do
about getting you moved.

Don't bother.

My lawyer says I'm going
to do some real time.

Years.

I had Deeks look
at the case,

and he feels that...
- No. Just...

just let it be.
Anna,

I'm gonna do everything in my
power to get you out of here.

I wish you'd done
everything in your power

to get me out of here
in the first place.

Oh, wait,

what-what do you mean?
What does she mean?

- Nothing.
- Callen, what did you do?

Arkady.

I told the truth.

And this is why we are
here instead of eating

Jean Leon chops at La Scala,

because I take it
what you told the ATF

hurt my daughter?

Anna...

Kissing person

that put me in jail would be
low on my to-do list.

This has to be your last visit.

- For both of you.
- Why?

I am not traitor.
Listen,

I'm going to be here for
a long time-- that's a fact--

and for me to survive
these weeks, these months,

these years...

I have to become someone else.

Someone that I was before.

Before what?

Before I met you.

Good-bye, Callen.

- No.
- Good-bye, Arkady.

I am going to get you

out of this place.
- Guard.

Deputy Director.

Agent Hanna.

Racking up
those frequent flyer miles, huh?

I thought Washington was about
as far from here as I could get.

Yet, somehow,

they keep dragging
me back in.

- You grew up here?
- Not L.A., but up the road

in Oxnard.
- It's my favorite place on the coast.

My money, some of the
best waves in California.

So you're a surfer?

Yeah, well, you see...
I wasn't the best kid.

Hmm?

There was a sheriff
who lived nearby,

and one day, off-duty,
he rolled up on me

doing something
I shouldn't have been doing,

and he broke it down.

He said,
"Either you're going to jail,

or you're coming with me
to the beach with my kids."

He was a surfer.

The sheriff's a good man.

Yeah, he's a great man.

You must be pretty
good at surfing.

Well, you ever heard
of Bobby Martinez?

The pro?

Oh, yeah,
I'm just like him,

except if he was older
and sucked at surfing.

Let me know when you
want to hit the waves.

Ain't gonna happen, but

if you ever want to dive the
Channel Islands, I'm your man.

- Oh, you got yourself a deal.
- Okay.

Bring us up to speed.

Last night

in Malibu, man
by the name of Rick Dotson

was murdered at
a rental home.

- Knife wound.
- I know that name.

- He's an arms dealer, right?
- Yeah, big one.

He's been on NCIS's radar
for years,

- but never surfaced in America.
- He may have been

taken out by one
of his rival arms dealers.

Exactly.

That's why
we're pulling this case.

So, one of Dotson's

main competitors in the States

is a man named Colby Talbert.

NCIS San Diego has an
open investigation on him.

They want us to make sure

that this has nothing
to do with Talbert.

Got it. Any witnesses?

Well, no one saw it happen,
but his girlfriend,

Karen St. Pierre--
she found the body.

Deputy Director Ochoa
has rerouted Kensi and Deeks

over to the boatshed
to start questioning her.

A guy like Dotson

would have a well-trained
security team. Where are they?

Well, when L.A. County Sheriffs
arrived,

the only person
on site was Karen.

And she informed them that
the security team up and left

when they discovered
Dotson was dead.

Well, they're either in on it,
or...

Loyal until the paycheck stops.

Any surveillance footage?

Uh, no. Cameras are
on a closed system.

They're probably backed up
to a hard drive on property.

Okay, check out the crime scene.

- Yeah.
- Beale, grab your stuff.

You can check out the
surveillance system.

So, you're just
ignoring them, or...?

Ignoring who?

Sam. You said you
were going with them.

Oh, no. No,
you must have misheard.

They haven't invited me
in a while.

Beale, move it!

That sounds like
an invite to me.

That is very, very sweet of you,

but you really don't have
to invite my mom with you

shopping for your wedding dress.

But I want to.
I think it's a nice way

for us to spend time together,
you know?

Okay, well, that's
incredibly thoughtful,

and she will love it,
but I'm warning you now--

she's not gonna keep
her opinions to herself

about your dress or about
the employees' clothing,

or about the fancy decor in
the Beverly Hills boutique.

Oh, well, then,
it's a good thing

I'm not going
to a boutique.

I'm not buying
a new dress.

What? Uh, okay, listen, I
know we're not the couple

that's gonna be
driving Porsches

and living in Malibu,
but we do okay, so

there is no way you're getting
a used dress for the wedding.

No.

- So, whatever the cost...
- Mm-hmm.

...whatever the designer,
it doesn't matter.

I want you to get the
dress that you want.

I want it to be
your dream dress.

You're giving me permission
to get my dream dress?

That is so sweet of you.

That's not what I meant.

I meant that I want you to
get the dress that you want.

I know, and what I want
is to buy my dress

from Brides
Against Breast Cancer.

I use it, and then
I donate it back,

and another bride gets
to use it on her day.

That's amazing,
and now, somehow,

I feel both dumb
and arrogant.

Well, now you're in
your comfortable place.

- Thanks for that.
- Yeah.

Let's go talk to Dotson's
girlfriend, shall we?

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Spotted at least six cameras
on the sides of the house.

Windows are glazed.

I'd say it's probably Level B
or Level C protection.

Gate's the real deal.
It's not just for looks.

Impact resistant,
hydraulic swing arm.

Nell said the house was
rented out three months ago.

Maybe Dotson's people
came in and installed it.

Well, makes sense.

You got a guy like Colby Talbert
gunning for you,

you want the highest level
of security.

Hey, I just walked
the perimeter

to check out the surveillance
cameras, and I found this

hidden in the bushes on PCH.

I had the sheriffs

sign it over to us to check out.
- What is it? A Wi-Fi camera?

Yeah. It was positioned
to see Dotson's front gate.

Killers put it there.
They were watching.

They knew exactly when
Dotson was arriving.

That might rule out
the security team.

They don't need cameras
to know when Dotson got here.

Well, if it's not
the security team,

then someone was waiting
for him.

More like hunting.
This guy's a professional.

It's looking like
Colby Talbert

didn't want Dotson
setting up shop in L.A.

So, the report said

the last time Karen saw Dotson
was in the bedroom.

Then he went to open a bottle
of wine, she went to change.

She comes back,
she can't find him

till she spots him
floating in the water.

She said he was only gone
two minutes, three at the most.

This killer was fast.

She didn't
hear anything.

Normally, I'd think the
killer was hiding inside.

But the security team
had already swept the place.

Hey, guys, I wasn't able

to determine where that Wi-Fi
camera was transmitting to,

but check this out.

That top row--

that's footage
from the side of the house.

No activity except
for the security guards.

But check this one
in the middle out.

Killer hid in the backyard

but didn't enter
from the PCH side of the house.

What was that down there?
Can you zoom in on that?

He swam in.

This guy's good.

Every mansion on this coast
has security and surveillance.

I'm thinking
he used public beach access.

Wouldn't attract
as much attention.

If he did that,
he'd have to swim...

almost two miles.

So this guy's not just a pro.

He's well trained.

We got to be looking for either
ex or current Special Forces.

Yeah.

Before you saw Rick
in the water,

did you hear or see
anything out of the ordinary?

No. Nothing.

Everything felt
locked up, secure.

I never got the feeling
there was an imminent threat.

Do you have a military or
law enforcement background?

Oh, no. No.
No, I don't.

I guess I've just been
with Rick for too long.

In his line of work,
he's a target.

That makes me
a target by proxy.

You cared for Rick.

Yeah, I loved him.

We've been together
for the past five years.

So you'll help us
find his killer?

Was Rick concerned about threats
from a man named Colby Talbert?

No.

No, they had actually come

to some kind of agreement
last week.

We met Colby and his wife
for dinner on Thursday in Paris.

Anyone else who posed a threat?

Um, when we, uh...
when we arrived at the airport,

his security team sent us
pictures of these three men.

They weren't flagged
as official security risks,

but if I saw any of them,
I was supposed to tell him.

We're still trying

to locate the security team
for questioning...

Oh, you're not going
to find them.

Rick hired very specific people
to protect him.

Last night was a total failure
for them, and they know it.

They don't want to be found.

Well, thank you

for this information.
- Hope it helps.

Yup.

Whatever you think
of Rick's profession,

he was a good man to me.

Sam?

There's no street parking

anywhere near Dotson's estate,

but I did find a lot
he may have used.

Yeah, I'm still trying to figure
out how I would've done this.

Swam from here
to Dotson's estate.

Copy that.

Excuse me? Special
Agent Callen, NCIS.

Can I talk to you for a second?
I've been working here all day.

- I got witnesses.
- Relax. This isn't about you.

I just want to ask
you about this lot.

Right on.

- What's your name?
- Alan Chen.

Alan, uh, looks like there's no
street parking around here, huh?

No, not for two miles south
and four miles north.

I'm looking for a vehicle

that may have been
parked here last night.

You don't happen to have any
surveillance cameras, do you?

No, nothing like that, uh,
but the lot is manned 24/7,

and we log any cars
that park here.

All right, well,
do you happen to know

what was parked here
about 11:00 last night?

Uh, at 11:00...

there were four vehicles here--
three sedans and a motorcycle.

Can I see that?

Thanks.

Yeah. No problem.

Nell, I'm sending you a list
of four vehicles.

Look into the owners.

So,

I've got some info
on the three men

whose photos were
on Karen's phone.

- Anyone with a record?
- One, possibly two.

First up is Zak Ebersol--
assault, grand theft auto,

but no way he killed
Rick Dotson, because last night

he was in a holding cell
in Los Osos on a DUI.

Sounds like a rock-solid
alibi to me.

Mm-hmm. Next photo is
barely even a profile,

so facial rec wasn't
an option here.

But there is a house
in the background

that we've located
in Culver City.

It's being leased
to one Jerry Fuentes.

Drugs, gambling.
Ooh, the list is quite long.

What about the third guy,
did we get an I.D. on him?

No. See, that's the weird part.

We have a full image
of his face,

but no records are coming up.

Hmm. All right, got it.
Keep looking into him.

We'll go to Culver City,
check out Jerry Fuentes.

On it. Will do.

Hey, Sam,

I just sent you photos
of the two men

Dotson's girlfriend
was alerted of.

Nell, I think I saw this guy

with the goatee
on the beach earlier.

He's got no records.

Nothing's coming up
on facial rec.

It's like he's been wiped.

A ghost.

Got him.
Moving in.

Sending Callen
your position now.

Federal agent!
Federal agent!

Federal agent.
I need your bike.

Get off the bike.
Get off.

You need a helmet!

Stop the truck. Hands
on the steering wheel.

Special Agent Sam Hanna.

Good to meet you.

- Hey, Tom.
- Hey, good seeing you boys.

Thanks for doing us
that solid

and watching Mosley's son.
- No worries.

Good times.
I learned a ton, too.

I bet you didn't know the difference
between Supreme and BAPE.

You'd be surprised.

So, what'd you find out
about this Lance Hamilton guy?

- Does his story check out?
- Yeah, it does.

I don't know
what he's up to now,

but this man was indeed
a MARSOC Marine.

He did some missions with
friends of mine in the Teams.

What was their take on him?

Besides the fact that he had
the unlucky path to become a Marine?

Yeah, he's a solid dude.

You'd want him next
to you in a bar fight.

Yeah? What's he good at?

He's well-versed in surveillance,

breaching tactics,
and he's a shooter.

Said he left the Marines,
went to FBI SWAT?

Yeah, took the gig with the FBI
to be stateside.

Hamilton's wife was
sick for years.

She died two years ago.

He didn't take it well.

That's right around the time
that he left FBI SWAT and went dark.

Any idea who would wipe
his record off the books?

I asked, and no one
in the Teams knew of him

working for the Agency
or the other Intel groups.

Got it.

So, is Hamilton
still a good guy?

Well, that's what
we have to find out.

Roger that.

Kens, Deeks, you guys
at Jerry Fuentes's yet?

Yeah, we just got here.

Last time he was arrested,
he had two

illegal nine-millimeter handguns
in his car.

Got it. Thanks
for the heads-up.

Fantastic.

Agent Callen,
Lance Hamilton.

Guess I got caught
with my hand in the cookie jar

monitoring your murder
investigation of Dotson.

- Who are you working for?
- Justice.

But with State Department
equities.

Task force?

"Task force" usually
implies multiple people.

This is just me.

Why didn't you tell us
you were in L.A.

working Dotson's murder?
- Dotson's murder is

part of a larger national case.

I don't inform any agencies
when I arrive in town.

Okay.
So how do you want to play this?

You want our help, or you
want to go our separate ways?

What's upstairs?

Another interrogation room.

Hmm.

This arms dealer
Rick Dotson

is the fourth murder
in the last six months.

The first was

an opioid manufacturer
from Jersey City;

second, a heroin
supplier in Houston;

then a gang leader from Oakland;
then Dotson.

All high-level
criminals,

all killed by someone
with expert skills.

A highly trained vigilante.

That's exacty
why I'm on this case.

Certain people feel as though
we trained him.

Elite special forces.

This is one beautiful canoe.

Did you make this?

Hmm.

I guess I got a little
too close to Dotson

at Van Nuys Airport.

- His security team make me?
- Yeah.

They had a pic of you.

I didn't have any Intel
Dotson was the next target.

But he did match
up with all

the vigilante's past victims.

Guess I guessed right.

I wasn't expecting the killer

to move on Dotson so quickly
and from the water.

You have any idea who you think
the next target might be?

No.

One thing's for sure.

Guy we're hunting?

He's one of us.

Jerry Fuentes, it's NCIS.
We have questions for you.

Dude, I can see you
standing there.

Open up the door slowly.

Jerry?

Jerry! We got a runner.

Oh!

Stay down.

Oh, Jerry!

That's why you don't run.

Come on. This is
excessive use of force.

You were running from federal
agents. This is not excessive.

We only want to ask you
some questions, buddy.

Ready, Jerry? On three.
One, two, three.

Okay, okay. You're right.
I'll be cool.

Oh! Jerry.

Oh, I think you broke me.

Jerry, it's pretty evident
you're not a fighter.

So let's hope you can
become a professional

question answerer
pretty quick here.

Yeah, okay. Please
just let me lie here, though?

- You know a Rick Dotson?
- I knew it.

You work for Dotson.

You don't give us some
nice, concise answers,

we're gonna be forced to
book you for assaulting a federal agent.

Actually, it's more
like attempted assault.

Well, technically,
it's an attempted assault

into a perfect setup for a judo throw,
but I think it's still a felony.

Yeah, it was a pretty
good throw, though.

You got a lot of air, Jerry.

You want to
go to jail, Jerry?

I brokered a gun deal
for Dotson last year.

And the buyers disappeared
and it fell through.

That it?

Well, not so much.

Jerry.

The buyers stole Dotson's guns
from me.

Dotson wasn't
too happy about that.

Where were you yesterday
around 9:00 p.m.?

With my parole officer
for dinner.

Why do you want
to know where I was?

'Cause Dotson was
murdered last night.

What? Awesome.

- Jerry.
- I mean, R.I.P.

Hey, thoughts and prayers
all the way, bro.

Jerry Fuentes's alibi
checks out.

His parole officer corroborated
the whole dinner story.

And I pulled footage from
the restaurant to verify that.

Fuentes was there from 9:00 p.m.
to 11:20 p.m. last night.

But we're not
back to square one,

at least not yet,
so we have some

new info on the four vehicles
parked at the beach last night.

Three sedans and a motorcycle.

Motorcycle was used in both the
Oakland and the Houston murders.

Well, we may have
located your man.

The motorcycle is a Ninja H2,
registered to a Casey Aguilar.

Ex-husband was a man
named Daniel Aguilar.

Aguilar was
an Army Ranger, career soldier,

served with honor
and distinction.

But 20 months ago,
when his service was up,

he didn't reenlist, like he'd
done every other time before.

Aguilar might be our guy.

Daniel Aguilar doesn't have

a local L.A. address,
but he did rent a storage garage

in Westchester about 18 months
ago, after his divorce,

and it's not far from Kensi
and Deeks's current position.

Send Kensi and Deeks
to the garage,

send the location of Aguilar's
ex-wife to our phones.

Yeah. Copy that.

Hi, I'm Casey Aguilar.

Uh, my boss said
you'd like to talk to me?

We're federal agents. We'd like
to ask you a few questions

about your ex-husband, please.

Is Danny okay?

He hasn't done anything wrong,
has he?

We don't know that.

We need to find him
and talk to him.

Have you
seen him lately?

No, no. Uh, he's deployed.

Germany, I think.

Ma'am, he left the service
20 months ago.

He what?

Do the two of you
share the motorcycle

that's registered
under your name?

Motorcycle?

A Kawasaki Ninja.

N-N... I don't have
a motorcycle, no.

We believe he keeps it at his
storage garage in Westchester.

You must think I'm such a fool.

I don't know about
any of this.

Danny is such
a kind and good man.

Whatever you think he's done,

he's given his life
to this country.

He's a hero.

Casey, I'm sorry to ask this,
but it seems that you care...

Yeah, I love him,

with everything.

I love him,

and I know that he loves me.

So, why are we divorced?

23 months ago,

our son William was nine.

He was practicing his guitar
in his room.

He was so driven,

so talented.

He practiced every day
for hours.

It sounded like fireworks.

I just thought it was kids with
leftover Fourth of July stuff.

Then I heard the window break.

And William,

his scream.

He never let go of the guitar.

The kid next door
was dealing drugs.

I, uh... it was
a drive-by shooting.

I'm so sorry.

William would have
turned 11 next month.

Danny was so
close to him.

He wasn't the same
after William's passing.

He was a different man.

He couldn't even
be around me anymore.

S-So, when you find Danny...

Please don't hurt him.

Hey, Kens, the search warrant
for Daniel Aguilar's garage

just came through.
You are good to go.

Federal agents.

- Huh.
- All right.

I see maps.

And blueprints. Looks like
Dotson's Malibu house.

Yeah, I got

a rear motorcycle tire.
That's a 200/55.

Well, that would
match the Ninja H2

registered to Aguilar's ex-wife.

Yes, it would. That's gas.

Not a lot, but it
hasn't evaporated yet.

That means he just left.

Found his armory.

At least two handguns
are missing.

Which means he just left here
on his bike with two guns.

Well, what are the odds

that he's on his way
to take out his next target?

So, we've reviewed the materials

Kensi and Deeks recovered
from the storage garage,

and the one consistent name
is David Whitaker.

Does Whitaker fit the profile
of the other victims?

Yeah, he moves cocaine in bulk,
so a very high-level player.

So, where is he now?

Unclear. We know he landed at
Van Nuys Airport flying private,

was picked up by an SUV,

but we're searching for it now.
- Mm-hmm.

I was asked by LAPD
to detain Whitaker

if the opportunity arises.

They've got outstanding warrants
on him.

Copy that.
And, Agent Hamilton,

thank you
for offering transparency

and cooperation on this matter.

Well, as much as this Marine
hates to admit it,

you Navy people run
a tight operation.

Hmm, must be my LAPD influence.

Yeah. Not likely.

Ooh. Whitaker's SUV
was just spotted

rolling through Olympic
at La Brea.

We'll head that way.
Let us know when it lands.

You got it.

Nell, we're parked
just off Fairfax.

Let us know when you get eyes
on Whitaker.

Just so I have
this straight,

we're here searching
for an Army Ranger

to make sure he doesn't kill
some dirtbag drug dealer?

- That's about right.
- I've been sent after criminals

just like the ones
Aguilar's targeting.

Only differences
were, they were

in foreign countries and
I was given a commendation

after I got 'em.

Oh, this is so messed up.

Aguilar's off
serving his country

and his kid gets killed
in his own home.

The guy's lost.

He's trying to kill as
many criminals as he can

as fast as he can.

Any one of us could go down
that rabbit hole.

Well, hopefully, we can find
Daniel, get him some help.

Some peace.

Yeah.

I got Whitaker's SUV.

It's parked outside a
restaurant on Melrose.

Head into the restaurant
as customers.

You got Whitaker.
We're gonna move towards you,

split up, we'll try
and locate Aguilar.

Copy that.

Hi, excuse me. Could we get
a table for two, please,

preferably by the window?

- Do you have a reservation?
- Uh, no.

You need a reservation.

There's, like, four
free tables back there.

Well, then, you should have
called yesterday

- and booked one of them.
You know what?

Why don't you take that
reservation book and just...

Aah!
Okay, sorry about my sister.

She's a little crazy.
I'm so sorry.

Marty. What's your name?

Alessandra.
Alessandra, wow.

Is that Italian for "princess"?

That's a beautiful name.
And an accent.

Where you from?
You from Greece?

- Italy?
- Portland.

That's what I was
gonna guess next

is Portland.
I love Portland.

The land of trees
and food trucks and hipsters.

Skinny jeans and their man-buns.

Listen, this is my fault,
and I'm sorry.

I should have called ahead
and made a reservation,

and I didn't.

But it's a big day
for my sister.

Just got her GED.
We're very proud of her.

And, uh...

so if there's any way
that we could get a table

to celebrate
this monumental occasion,

that would be amazing.

Sure.

For you.

I'm so proud of you.

Looks like the kid's
still got it.

- Still got it? Okay.
- Right this way.

Yes, of course.
Right this way, thank you.

- You know what's so crazy?
- What's that?

You look just like my dad.

Oh, that's...

Aguilar could be anywhere.

He might be trying to make
a long-range shot

from one of these buildings.

Nothing behind the restaurant.

Me, too.

- I got Nada.
- Yeah, Whitaker,

he's with, uh,
two bodyguards and a girlfriend.

Looks like they're here
for the long haul.

They just ordered two more
bottles of champagne.

Hey, would you mind
taking a selfie with me?

I just called my dad,
and he does not believe me.

No, he doesn't mind
taking a selfie.

Go ahead.

Yeah, let's definitely
get in there and...

That's a good angle.

That's-- You should probably
put a filter on that.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, of course. Thanks.

- When you got it, you got it.
- Stop talking.

Guys, I have Aguilar.

He's dressed as a delivery man,

he's entering the back
of the restaurant.

I'm two blocks out,
coming to you.

One block out, moving in.

- I got Whitaker.
- And I got Aguilar.

David Whitaker,
I'm a federal agent.

You need to take cover.

All right, let's go.

Gun!

All right.

Kensi?

- Kens!
- On Aguilar.

Sam!

You gonna hit my lady
with a champagne...

- Deeks.
- ...bottle?

You okay?

Yeah.
I think I broke my hand.

I've got Aguilar.
Alley, east of the restaurant.

Federal agent.
Drop your weapon, Aguilar.

Drop your weapon.

Come on, Aguilar.

Set the gun down.

Aguilar, there's a lot
of ways out of this.

Nobody has to get hurt.

Put the gun down.
We can help you.

I don't see it that way, man.

All this crime,

right here at home,
it killed my son!

The criminals I'm after

are top of the food chain...
the ones that are above the law.

Don't you get that, man?
I'm taking them out.

I understand, brother.

I do.

Daniel, right now
there's no light.

It's hard for you to find a way
out of the darkness

inside your head.

I know.
I've been there.

I'm telling you,

you can make yourself better.

We can help you escape
this darkness, man.

Just put the gun down,
let us help you. Please.

Don't do it.

Damn it!

Nell, paramedic.

We're okay.
You're gonna be just fine.

You got this, Daniel.
You got this.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

This doesn't feel
like a win.

With all the training
and experience Aguilar had,

this was the only endgame.

He wasn't gonna
die in jail.

Doesn't make it any easier.

No, it doesn't.

Do not beat yourself up.

You didn't have a choice.

His shot hit the wall behind me.

He was eight inches off.

He was an expert marksman
with the Rangers.

He wasn't aiming for me.

He wanted this over.

This had nothing to do with you.

You got your thing?

Yeah.

Get out of here.

We got this.

Casey...

I'm so sorry.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- No, no, he's okay!
- I'm so sorry.

I'm...
No, tell me he's okay!

He's okay.
Tell me!

I'm sorry.

No!

So, where is it you need to go?
I'll give you a ride.

Well, I need to go to LAX.

I want to go to a bar.

- What we did today...
- Listen, Sam,

it's a complicated world, man.

Aguilar chose to deal
with his loss

with the only solution
that made sense to him.

Some days I'm inches away
from that solution

making sense to me.

Just some days?

What, exactly, is it
that you do for Justice?

I handle cases like these.

Sensitive cases that
certain people don't want

showing up in the news cycle.

Hmm.

That's why I'm
a one-man band.

Only way I can keep it
closed-loop.

And it's national?

No home base.

Hmm, so you're either
running from something

or hiding from something.

I don't hide, brother.

Me either.

Guess I'm running
from the fact

that I don't have a home
since my wife passed away.

We moved from base to base.
Some of the accommodations...

they were not the best.

I've stayed in those places.

Jessica could turn a ten-by-ten
shack into our home.

I'm sorry.

- Listen, Sam.
- Yeah.

I know you got a great thing
going on here in L.A.,

but if it ever becomes
too small of a pond,

if you ever got your own demons
that need running from,

I'd be honored if you came
and partnered up with me.

- Let's get a drink.
- Let's do it.

Will the defendant please rise?

Anna Kolcheck, the purpose of
this hearing is to sentence you

for the killing
of Abram Sokolov.

Is there anything
you would like to say

to this court before I rule?

No, Your Honor.

Very well.

According to federal guidelines,

the sentence
for voluntary manslaughter

should not exceed 15 years.

But because
of your exemplary service

as a former Chicago
Police Department detective,

your letters of commendation
from NCIS,

and your service
as an ATF agent,

I sentence you to seven years,

with the possibility of parole
after three years served.

This court is adjourned.

♪ Come big endings ♪

♪ From small beginnings ♪

♪ Come big endings ♪

♪ From small beginnings ♪

♪ Come big endings. ♪

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