All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S13E10 Where Loyalties Lie_Track03

Bang. You're dead, Nelson.

How's the shoulder?

I'll live. What the hell
is that thing, Top?

You'll know soon.
Right, Dr. Nash?

If that damn thing
can tell the difference

between a rifle and a pistol.

Let's run it again.

You heard her.

Let's go.

Hello?

Master Sergeant?

Who's there?

Security's on its way.

Oh.

And it's Deeks on the outside,

and Seabiscuit is gaining
slowly, and they're coming...

- Yeah!
- Oh, that was hot.

Speaking of hot, that breakfast
this morning was fire.

It had everything-- taste,
texture. It was amazing.

What are you talking about?
I made toast with butter.

What? That was just
toast with butter?

Well, that must have been some
sort of special artisan butter,

from artisan cows
raised on gourmet grass

and sleeping
- in sound baths.
- Let it go.

You're not turning the
- garage into a man cave.
- What?!

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

- Uh-huh.
- But now that you mention...

I just think it's silly

that we squander
our very limited real estate

with the parking
of automobiles.

Yeah, I like parking
the cars in the garage

because they're protected,
and also, it's safer.

The median price per square foot
in Los Angeles is above $500.

- $500!
- Mm.

That means our little
two-car garage is...

Hold on a second.
I'm doing math.

- Smells like smoke.
- Oh, my God!

Those cars are
costing us a fortune.

We-we should be
charging them rent.

Okay, you know what? Even if we
could afford to build it out,

what would you do with it?

I don't know.
Haven't really thought about it.

But I would start
with a pool table...

...a bar area,
two bar stools, big screen TVs,

- a golden shark.
- Yeah, so basically,

you would build the Squid
& Dagger in our house.

I mean, we can call it
a different name if you want to.

Speaking of which,
did you tell Callen?

I mean, what does it mean
to really tell anybody anything?

Oh! Deeks, you have to tell him
that we're selling the bar.

He needs time to
find a place to live.

I know. It's just that
every time I go to tell him,

I get this ominous message
from my Magic 8 Ball.

A lot of
"Reply hazy. Try again."

Lately, I've been getting
an "Outlook not so good."

Yeah. Maybe you shouldn't
consult with the Magic 8 Ball.

Well, it hasn't
let me down so far.

Do you know how many
"Yes" answers I got

before I finally proposed?

To go to that Italian restaurant
that we went to last week?

- Uh-huh.
- Which was amazing. Those garlic knots were the jam!

The jam, yeah.

Okay, well, let me remind you
that I proposed to you.

- That was romantic.
- But, also, listen. If you let him down

gently, I'm sure it'll blow over
really fast eventually.

You know who's great at that?

Mm.
Sam.

Yeah.

Good luck with that.
You know what?

Why don't you drop me
off at home first?

What? You don't want
to go with me

for-for-for moral support
- or for protection?
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Outlook not so good.
- That's not cool.

You threw it back at me.
That's a touché.

Ooh. Java a day

keeps the bad guys away.

- You make that up?
- I did just now.

But it's great,
- though, right?
- Yeah.

I should put it
on T-shirts for the team.

Put you down
for an extra medium.

Deeks, what are
you doing here?

I got to ask you a question.

Before my morning coffee?

This must be important.

I got an offer on
the Squid & Dagger.

It's the best one so far.
Also, the only one so far.

- You want to sell the bar?
- No, of course I don't want to sell the bar,

but I don't have a choice.

COVID wiped that
place out, man.

I mean, Kensi and
I are the lucky ones.

If we didn't have
another job,

we'd be on the
street right now.

Wait. Are you sure
you don't want to buy the bar?

'Cause this could be
your last opportunity.

Deeks, I don't even own a house.

Why would I want to buy a bar?

Well, for starters, it comes

with a golden
frickin' shark, man.

- Oh.
- I mean, that should seal the deal right there.

I was gonna hang on to the shark
if I sold it to somebody else,

but if I sell it to my friend,
the shark is yours.

Does Kensi know you're here?

Yes, yes, Kensi knows
that I'm here.

Which is the perfect transition,
speaking of partners.

Because the bar provides a place
to live for a young G. Callen.

Mm.

So the buyer
doesn't want a tenant.

They don't want some random dude

living above
their new fancy bar.

And now you have to tell Callen.

Yes, unless--
better idea--

you can tell him.

- Me?
- Yeah.

I mean,
you're his partner, right?

Probably his
best friend.

You may be his
only friend.

And I'm sure he would
take bad news better

from you than he would from me.

It's not happening.

Come on, man!
What if I buy you a coupon

for all your lattes
and cappuccinos?

Then I detail the
Hellcat, huh? What if

I buy you a year membership
to the Jelly of the Month Club?

They got boysenberry

and raspberry
and snozzberries.

Deeks, you're funny.

Yeah. No,
I definitely feel funny.

The kind of funny
where you get nauseous

and then throw up on a Hellcat.

- Deeks?
- What?

Relax. It'll be fine.

Callen's cool.
Just talk to him.

He'll understand.

And get off my car.

Don't do that.
Just get off my car.

I got my shea butter
- all over it.
- Yeah, yeah.

Sunblocks, not shea butter.

I wear shea butter.

Hello?

Good morning, Mr. Callen.

Dr. Hodge. Hey, did I, uh...
did I miss my annual physical?

This is our
follow-up appointment.

My follow-up to what?

I haven't... I haven't seen you
in-- I don't know-- a year.

Um, our last video appointment
was two weeks ago.

You really don't remember?

I hate to break it to you, Dr.
Hodge, but, uh, that wasn't me.

Um, Mr. Callen,
are you feeling okay?

Yeah, I feel great.

Huh. Let me, um...
get back to you.

Okay. Thanks.

What do we got?

A call came in
from ONI this morning

after security
at an industrial office park

in Hawthorne found the body
of this woman,

Dr. Laura Nash,
shot dead inside

one of the warehouses.
She was leading a team

of engineers to develop
a short-range radar technology

for the Department of the Navy.

The only prototype
in existence was stolen

last night from the warehouse.

What exactly does this thing do?

This.

This was taken

during yesterday's
testing session, not long

before Dr. Nash was killed.

It's like X-ray goggles,
but on steroids.

Who are the tactical
role players?

Marine Raiders. Master Sergeant

David Maxwell was the
one wearing the headset.

He's worked closely

with Dr. Nash for the last
two years to develop this tech.

Hawthorne PD
has cleared their alibis.

What about surveillance footage?

Well, the warehouse has
a closed-circuit system.

So, Hawthorne PD's
still going through it,

but they haven't
found anything yet.

And what do we know
about Dr. Nash?

Well, she was a single mom.

We notified her daughter,
who's a freshman at Penn.

I, um, looked
into Dr. Nash's background.

Her husband died

when their daughter
was seven, so,

she's raised her all on her own.

And they killed her
just to get the radar tech.

Which makes me think
that whoever

is behind this is aware
of its capabilities.

And they will either

use it or sell it
to someone who will.

Could you imagine if an active shooter had this?

It's terrifying.

Well, it's not as terrifying

as if one of our enemies,
like Russia or China,

got ahold of it.
They would have

the resources to reverse
engineer it and mass-produce it.

All right, Agent Callen,
you and Hanna

talk to Master Sergeant Maxwell,

find out what you can
about this radar technology.

Agent Blye and Investigator
Deeks will hit the crime scene,

while Agent Namazi

looks into this
team of engineers.

We can ill afford to have one
shooter with this technology.

God help us
if it's a whole army of 'em.

Feels like I just lost someone
from my unit.

Dr. Nash was a civilian,
but she was also one of us.

Every successful mission
requires teamwork,

including civilians.

All she wanted was

to give our Marines an edge.

This radar tech's gonna do that

- and then some.
- When is the Department

of Navy planning
on rolling this out?

If it was up to me, our boys
would've had it already.

You saw what this thing
can do, but Dr. Nash wanted

to make sure it was perfect.

Refused to sign off until

every last bug
was checked out.

Who's taking over
the project now?

No idea. But if I made
the decisions, Kevin Tyler,

Dr. Nash's right-hand man,

her clone.

Clone?

The way they both went
about their jobs--

diligent, meticulous.

Even had the same mannerisms.

Though I'd say
Tyler's more personable.

Everyone loves him.

Was he there yesterday?

No. Just me, Dr. Nash,
and the two Marines

I brought to help
with the tests.

Tyler usually stays
back at headquarters

to monitor
the test training analytics.

Who else knows
about the warehouse?

Just the names I mentioned.

We keep an extremely tight lid

on anything
related to testing.

You, uh, wanted
to see me, Admiral?

Where is the report

that I asked for
on the engineers

who worked under Dr. Nash?

Oh, I'm still interviewing them.

What is taking you so long,
Agent Namazi?

I have seen snails

move through molasses
with greater speed.

Um, uh, you know, it's just
a lot for one person, sir.

And I'm used to Agent Rountree
being here, and so, without...

He is not.

You are. Get it done.

Yes, sir.

Did you catch the game
last night?

Yes.

Agent Rountree's sister
was ballin'. I mean,

32 points, nine
boards, six dimes.

And she hit the game winner.

It's like

she willed the Bruins
to victory.

Should've called "bank."

Right.

Anything?

Yeah. Got a big empty space
with a, uh, office

and a bathroom up there, plenty
of storage, parking everywhere.

I'm just saying,
if we ever strike it rich,

you can have the garage
for your cars.

I want my own
- custom warehouse.
- Cool.

I was asking
about the window.

Did you manage
to get that open?

Oh, yeah. No, that's jammed
with a layer of dust.

There's no way the killer
- came in through there.
- Okay.

Well, in that case, they must
have come through the side door

because that is the only
other entrance without a camera.

Yeah, but there's no signs
of forced entry, which means

the killer either picked
- the lock or had a key.
- Hmm.

So the test ran until 7:30 p.m.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, the coroner's report

has Dr. Nash's TOD at 8:03.

Which means the killer
came through that door

some place
in that half-hour window.

Except CSU says surveillance
cameras saw the Marine testers

outside in the parking lot
hanging out until almost 9:00.

See, that doesn't make any sense
because the parking lot

has a direct line of sight
to the side door.

There's no way they just
missed the killer walking in.

Unless they didn't.

I see a sparkle in your eye.
What do you got?

Maybe the killer
was already inside.

Maybe they came in

while they were running
the tests.

That's interesting.
When no one's paying attention.

Someone could just slide
right in and then they hide,

and they wait for Dr. Nash
to be on her own.

- Then they kill her.
- Yup.

And they steal the radar tech.

I like it. I mean,
I don't like it, but...

I like it.

Mr. Callen,

this is Bill
over at Certified National Bank.

We spoke a few days ago.

Listen, I'm sorry.

We can't approve your loan
application at this time.

Um, hope your mother's okay.

Call me back if you have
any questions. Bye-bye.

Anna?

No. Uh, a robocall.

Stop. I know what
you're thinking. I told you.

I am done trying to find any
of Hetty's other protégés.

Okay.

Hey, guys.

I, uh, just completed

the prelim interviews with
everyone on Dr. Nash's team,

except for one person--

Navy Reserve Petty Officer
LS-1, Kevin Tyler.

Dr. Nash's right-hand man.

- Mm-hmm.
- Why hasn't he been interviewed?

Never showed up for work today.

It's his first missed day
in five years.

- Did you try calling him?
- His phone's off-line.

When was the last time

somebody actually saw Tyler?

Yesterday around 4:00 p.m.

A co-worker ran into him getting
into the elevator to leave,

but he didn't say
where he was going.

And now he's missing,
along with the radar tech.

Well, we find one, we may find
the other. Why don't you dig up

whatever you can on Tyler?
Talk to his co-workers again.

Maybe somebody knows something.

Oh, and send his address
to our phones.

I'm sending it
to you now. Oh.

LAPD flagged his address
for a routine welfare check.

It looks like
a neighbor reported

that his door was left open
all night.

So he's diligent
and meticulous

but he forgot
to shut his door?

How long till
LAPD gets there?

The call's still
in the queue,

so ETA's 45 minutes.

Cancel it.
We'll go by ourselves.

You got it.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

I love our life and wouldn't
change a gosh darn thing.

And yet, this morning you wanted

to change the garage
into a man cave,

and now you want to turn said
man cave into a man warehouse.

Just dreaming out loud, baby.

Sweetie, I get it. I know
how you feel about the bar.

I feel it, too.
I just really think

that we need to prioritize
where we put our focus.

And right now,
our priorities are...

bringing a child
into our lives.

I think I just found
the killer's hiding place.

Oh, thank God.

I can't wait to leave.

The place is literally
filled with rats.

With a perfect view
of the testing area.

Killer could've
watched the Marines go,

and then move in on Dr. Nash.

This person's good.

Yeah.

Not good enough.

Kevin Tyler?

Federal agents!

Clear.

Whoever killedDr. Nash

may have come for Tyler, too.

If that's the case,
what did they want with him?

Maybe they wanted
the radar tech.

And they used
Tyler to get it.

What is this I'm looking at?

It's an analysis
of the threads

that Kensi and Deeks found
at the warehouse.

This is a cotton twill that's
been soaked in dye processed

from the leaves of
an Indigofera plant.

In other words,
it is raw denim.

Impressive.

I was a Denimhead.

Japanese selvedge was all
I wore in college.

What in Sam Hill is
Japanese selvedge?

We call them... jeans.

Oh, no.

Actually, it is
much more of subculture.

We take great pride
in our denim,

especially the process
of breaking them in.

Mm-hmm. We call it
"wearing them."

And washing them.

Oh, no, never wash them.

What? Gross.

So gross.

No, freezer is so much better,

and it doesn't ruin the fade.

Huh. Oh.

I hate Los Angeles.

On that note.

Well, it looks like
this isn't just

any pair of raw denim.

It contains a non-pigment
black overcoating.

Okay, so, it's double-dyed--
black over indigo.

That's right, and it looks like
the dye is still fresh.

So just to clarify, these come
from a new pair of jeans then?

Most likely. I mean, the initial dye

would've already broken in
had they been worn

- more than a few times.
- But if they're new,

why are there
- threads falling off?
- Could have been

cut at the hem, you know,
turned into shorts or something.

Even knee holes
would leave threads.

Do we know who sells them?

Uh, a number of manufacturers
do, but I was able

to trace the dye

to an indigo mill based

in Osaka, Japan.

And the only
U.S. manufacturer

that they've shipped
their fabric rolls to

is right here in Hollywood.

Of course it's in Hollywood.

Hey, babe,

I could really use
a new pair of denim.

Yeah, I could use
- a new freezer.
- Hey.

- You know what?
- Shopping spree.

- I'm down. Let's do it.
- Cool.

No signs of forced entry.

You think Tyler knew
his kidnappers?

Oh, maybe they forced their way
in when he answered the door.

Huh.

Oh.

Looks like our man was inked up.

Tattoo tracing paper.

He saved 'em?
That's a little weird, right?

Well, some people hold onto it
if the tattoo is meaningful.

It's like a keepsake.

Isn't the tattoo the keepsake?

When are you going
to get your first tattoo?

How do you know
I don't have one already?

Nah, you can't keep it
to yourself.

Well, maybe I have it somewhere
that you just don't get to see.

Uh, no, no. Never mind.

I-I don't even know why I try.

Well, I do.
You're a glutton for punishment.

No denying that.

Oh, got another one.

"W, K, 4, L."

WK for life?
Hmm.

Could be a gang reference.

Hmm. Tyler grew up in Venice.

Lot of gangs in the area.

2008.

He would have been 16.

Could be
an initiation tattoo. Fatima?

Yeah.

Could you check
for any gangs in the Venice area

that have the initials "WK"?
You got it, Sam.

Anything about this crime scene
feel a little off to you?

You mean the way things are just
tossed around, random?

Where was he
when they took him?

Was he, living room,
kitchen, back room?

I'm starting to wonder if
this is a crime scene at all.

You think Tyler staged
his own kidnapping?

When was the last time
your kidnapper gave you time

to pack up?

Hmm.

Oh. See, now that is what
I'm talking about.

Look at this.

I'm getting a very, uh, Marlon
Brando, The Wild One vibe.

Oh, you have no idea how wild
I could be with this bad boy.

Uh, no, sweetie. That is
the title of the movie

that Brando first wore it in.

I could have been a contender.

- I could have been somebody.
- Yeah, take it off.

Stella!

And here we are.
These are the jeans.

Wow. These are nice.

425 bucks. Huh.

What? For one, or do they come
in a pack of three?

You know what? I really
feel I should try them on.

You know, really get
- inside the killer's mind?
- No. No. No.

We can tailor those to
fit any way you like.

Really wish you wouldn't
have said that.

Hi. I am, uh,
Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.

This is my partner,
- Investigator Deeks.
- Hi.

Ruby. It's my shop.
How can I help?

Well, we have a few questions
about these jeans in particular.

- The Palomas.
- Yeah.

My best seller.

Because they come
in a pack of three?

Sticker shock.
He's not a Denimhead.

For what goes into a pair
of these, they're a steal.

- Mm-hmm.
- Unless, you know,

you prefer mass-produced jeans
with stretch.

- Ooh.
- Oh. You mean range of motion?

- Oh, no, no.
- Little bit of that action?

Sorry.
Huh?

It's just, do you have
a customer list

that we could possibly
take a look at, please?

Sure thing. Be right back.

Thank you, Ruby.

So, if everything in here
is incredibly high quality

and priced accordingly...

Then customers aren't
hurting for money, so, maybe

whoever stole the technology
isn't trying to sell it.

Maybe they're trying
to use it.

White Kings.

W-K-4-L.

White Kings For Life?

They're a white supremacist
gang in Venice,

known for trafficking
narcotics and weapons.

Wait a second.

Tyler had background checks
in the Navy and at Z3.

Why wasn't this ever flagged?

I don't know,
but if he can hide all this,

imagine what else is out there.

Fatima, go through
all of Tyler's units

in the Navy before he joined Z3.

See if anything unusual
comes up, and, uh,

get me a list of all known
members of the White Kings.

If Tyler's close
with these guys,

I want to know who
we're dealing with.

Copy that.

Beverly Hills,
West Hollywood and Malibu?

We sure this is a customer list
or a membership to Soho House?

Oh, come on. There are
plenty of Hollywood types

who would like a simple thing
like a well-made pair of denim.

Yeah, but how many Hollywood
types can break into a warehouse

and steal high-tech
radar equipment?

I'm thinking the Rock,
maybe even, uh, Jason Momoa.

Ah, you're just fantasizing

about putting them boys
in them jeans.

I'm just dreaming out loud.

Chris, uh, Hemsworth?

What just happened?
Why are you blushing?

- Nothing.
- Did you just have a stroke?

Stop it.

Did I just hit something real?

- Moving on.
- What is happening right now?

- Moving... on.
- Okay.

So if we rule out people
that actually bought the jeans,

then how is the killer
getting his hands on 'em?

Donations.

Donate what?

What if the jeans
we're looking for

weren't sold?
Maybe they were donated.

Okay, I have a question.

Who buys a new pair of jeans
just to give them away?

Well,

if you manufacturer clothes,
you always end up with seconds.

- Right.
- You know, garments with minor faults

that fail QC.

- I'm with you.
- Instead of

sending them back,
what they do is,

they either sell them
at a discount,

or they donate them to charity.

I didn't see any discount bins
in there, so...

So, maybe Ruby is donating hers.

Oh, Ruby.

Shall we?

Uh, excuse me, Ruby.

I knew you'd be back

to try 'em on.

Actually, um, I have
a few more questions

- about those jeans.
- Shoot.

Um, what do you do
with your seconds?

Throw 'em in a box.
About every six months or so,

give 'em to this guy

who runs a community
- outreach center in Venice.
- Wow.

When's the last time
- you did that?
- Maybe a week ago.

And how did you meet this guy?

Um...

through my sister.

Okay. Were they together?

Not exactly.

She had a...

She had a problem
with methamphetamines.

Oh. I'm, uh...

I'm sorry to hear that.
That must've been really hard.

Kaylee was my best friend.

We did everything together.
I mean, if you saw

how she used to...

She wasn't even the same person.

Were you able
to get her any help?

We tried everything.

She didn't want help,
ended up on the streets.

And then she was taken in
at the community center?

They have a no-drugs policy,
but Manny didn't care.

Gave her a
place to sleep,

wash up, hot meals.

Treated her
like she was his own family.

That's just who he is.

So she's okay now then?

No.

She relapsed, and

it was too much
for her body to handle.

Oh.

I'm-I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

I'll never forget
what Manny did for her.

I don't have much,
but I give what I can.

Go ahead, Fatima.

Well, it looks like all signs

point to the White Kings

having a casual org structure,

which is why it's taking so long
to ID their members.

Well, that could be by design.
Makes it harder to know

- who's running things.
- Well, makes it hard to know

who the members are.
That might be why

Tyler never got flagged
in his background checks.

Or maybe he's just really
good at covering his tracks.

I found several inventory errors

at each location
that he was stationed

during his time with the Navy.

In most cases, several.

And yet,
Tyler was never written up.

What kind of inventory?

Equipment, weapons,

a few rifles here,
some body armor there.

But nothing big enough
to raise any red flags.

Yeah, but over time,
he's stockpiled enough

to outfit a small militia.

Where could he have kept it all?

Maybe they sold it.

White Kings were known
for trafficking weapons.

Tyler could've been
their supplier.

That means he could've helped
them steal the radar tech.

But I don't get it.
If they've been running

this scheme for years, you know,

taking small amounts
from large-inventory items

to avoid drawing attention,

then why go
for the radar tech?

It's one of one. It goes
missing, everyone notices.

Well, maybe they didn't
care if they were noticed.

It could have been their
chance to cash out.

Then they'd need a buyer.

Somebody who has the money
and wants the radar tech.

And someone who's willing
to be charged

with espionage
if they get caught.

Well, a foreign operative
checks all three of those boxes.

If that's the case,
they're not keeping it here.

They're gonna get it home
as fast as possible.

Fatima, check every
international flight

leaving L.A.
in the next 24 hours.

Narrow if down using facial rec,
anyone flagged by ONI.

And focus on the regions
that have state-sponsored

espionage operations.
You got it.

So, basically,
Russia and China.

Basically.

- Manny Ortiz?
- That's me.

- Hey.
- What's going on?

Investigator Martin Deeks.

This is Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.

Hi. We'd like to, uh, ask you
about some donated jeans

you received from Ruby over
at Schaeffer's Garment Hotel.

Oh, yeah. Those are real nice.

But you got to be crazy to pay
that kind of money for jeans.

My thoughts exactly.

- Hey, thanks again.
- All right, take care, brother.

- Who's that?
- Volunteer.

Yeah, we got all kinds
of people helping out--

carpenters, electricians.

He painted the inside,
made it look real nice.

Huh. And what's going on
here today?

Uh, big event. We're
giving scholarships

to ten high
school seniors,

all from immigrant families,
first-time college students.

- Wow. That's amazing.
- It's incredible.

Yeah, these kids have been
through a lot.

I'm so proud of 'em.

Anyway, uh, what
about the jeans?

Oh, just wanted to know
what you did with them.

Usually, I leave 'em inside
for whoever needs 'em,

but those we gave
to the volunteers.

We don't have any money
so we can't pay 'em,

but we could hook 'em
up with nice stuff.

Do you know which volunteers?

Oh, they all got something.

My only rule is, don't take it
if you're not gonna wear it.

Any way to get their names?

We don't take names.

We take anybody who will help.

But I will see
what I can do for you.

- It's appreciated.
- That'll be great.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Keep up the great work.

So, I ran the names
on all the flights

out of L.A. through ONI.

And then I checked those
against the countries

that are most likely to target
us in an espionage attack,

and one name kept popping up.

Jun Chen.
She's actually leaving L.A.

tonight on a flight
to Lisbon.

She's a professor
from a university in Shanghai.

What's she doing here?

She's a visiting
professor teaching

Chinese language courses.

But she's been here five times
in the last three years

on a series of work visas.

Where is she teaching?

Different universities
across the country.

I haven't found
anything really unique

that they share in common

except for their proximity

to a naval base
or a defense contractor.

But...

get this.
ONI, with the help

of Scotland Yard, discovered
a spy network operating out

of North America and Europe.

Now, every place
she's been to is on their list.

Well, that fits
a lot of markers

of the PRC Ministry
of State Security.

Why hasn't she
been arrested?

They just hadn't been able
to piece it all together yet.

Oh, well,

facial rec has her entering
a nail salon

in Marina Del Rey
20 minutes ago.

Agent Castor and his partner are
in the area.

All right, have Castor swing by,

pick her up, give her a ride
to the boatshed.

- We'll head over there.
- You got it.

I do not understand.

I am a visiting professor
from Shanghai.

But that's not why you're here.

I have a work visa.

Five cities in the U.S.,
four more in Europe.

We know what you did
at each stop.

And we know what you're
doing here in L.A.

Tell me you found something

on this Chinese
operative we can use.

I mean, I don't think I've ever
seen a cover this good.

I mean, it's like
she's a ghost.

I mean, the only thing
I could find was an address

for her parents'
apartment building in Shanghai.

Why don't you come clean?

Tell us where the
radar technology is.

What radar technology?

Please, I have a flight
to catch to...

You're not gonna
catch that flight.

When we're done with you here,
the FBI, CIA, NSA--

they're all gonna want to
have a few minutes with you.

But I did find

something interesting
about the apartment building.

Half of the tenants
that live there

are from the same farming
village in Hunan province.

It's the home

of a phosphate mining
- and fertilizer company.
- Hmm.

You're gonna spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Now it's up
to you to decide

how comfortable
that stay will be.

Oh, wow. Uh,

according to hospital records,

uh, the cancer rate has doubled
in the last 20 years.

Ever since the company
began operating.

Where is it?

Those callouses

and scars on your hands.

You didn't get those

from spending endless hours
in the library.

Those come from long
hours in the fields,

under tough conditions.

Years of physical labor.

The kind people do

every day
in small farming villages.

You find labor to be shameful?

I grew up working with my hands.

There's nothing
shameful about it.

There's also no shame in wanting

to leave a village
that's become a toxic dump site.

A lot of people dying,
more than should be.

Most don't do anything about it.

But you did.

You got out,

you got to the city, you got
educated, you met people,

you... carved out a niche
for yourself.

Right?

Now, you want to do
the same thing for your parents,

other people
in the village?

Get them out too, hmm?

That's how it
works, right?

You help out
the government,

they help out the
people you care about.

Until you get caught.

Then they'll kill you
to keep you from talking.

Listen.

We can help protect you
on the inside,

keep you safe.

Maybe in time,
even help your loved ones.

First, you got to help us.

If this fairy tale
of yours was true,

and I am the person
you claim,

then you already know

that I am at peace dying
in one of your prisons.

Because in this fairy tale,

it would be many times worse
for me

and the people I love

if my government knew I gave up

the radar technology.

I will not tell you
where it is.

But I will help you.

The person

who sold it to you?

Give us a name.

It was two men.

And in my line of business,

we do not ask for names.

- Is that one of 'em?
- Yes.

He was the younger man.

What about the other one?

The other man was much older,

like a father to a son.

How much did you pay 'em?

$2 million.

But the older man--

he wanted something more.

What did he want?

Devil's Wrath.

What is it?

All right, thanks.
The bomb techs

I train with said
it's an explosive

that China's supposed
to be working on.

High-intensity,
no trace residue.

An untraceable explosive.
Why aren't we seeing more of it?

It's unstable.
You can't detonate it

with a cell phone
trigger. You got to be

within a couple
of hundred yards.

Hey, guys, I just spoke
with my contact over at ATF.

He's worked the Venice
gang scene for years.

He knows all
about the White Kings.

He said a man named
Seth Wilcox is kind of

like their O.G. godfather.

He served four and a half years
at Pelican Bay

for a felony weapons charge.

Got out last year.

Isn't that the painter--
the guy with the blue flannel?

Yeah, that's him.
Hey, guys, we just saw

Wilcox leaving a community
center in Venice. He was

painting the inside for an event
they're having today.

What kind of event?
They're awarding

college scholarships
to graduating seniors

from immigrant families.

Immigrants.

Non-citizens, DREAMers.

That's right in
Wilcox's backyard.

And he's got to hate that.

So why would he help them?

Maybe he's there
for some other reason.

Wilcox could be trying
to blow up the community center.

I mean,
he could've planted the bomb

while he was inside painting.

Yeah, but they were cleaning
the place out to get it ready.

Wouldn't somebody
have found it?

Nobody's gonna bother a
painter patching up a hole.

He could have put the bomb in
the drywall. Call the center,

- tell them to evacuate now.
- I already did,

but no one's answering,
and the event's about to start.

We got to get down there.

On our way.

We're pulling in now.

Looks like it's about to get started.

We got no sign of Wilcox

or Tyler.

You guys go inside and start
evacuating. We'll look for 'em.

Copy that.

They'll want to take off
as soon as they detonate.

They got to be in
one of these cars.

Well, unless they went
into the community center,

make sure it's full of people
before they blow it.

Got 'em.

Three o'clock.

That road dead-ends
to the alley.

We'll take 'em
from behind.

Shooter! Cover!

Kens, Deeks, you good?

We're evacuating now.

Go.
Come on.

Sam, cover me!

Hands in the air! You're
surrounded! Hands in the air!

Hands up!
Slowly

put that gun on the ground.

Put your weapon
on the ground.

Don't do it!

Put that gun on the ground!

- Put it down.
- Slowly.

Stand up,

hands in the air.

Don't do it.

Detonator's in the car.

Bomb squad just got here.

You good?

We're good.

That is good to know.

Um, let us know if
you find anything else.

Wow. Well, it looks like

Seth Wilcox and Kevin
Tyler were planning

to make a run for it.

LAPD found fake passports,

$2 million in
small bills,

and more of those
Chinese explosives

stashed away at a hotel
- near Tyler's house.
- Hmm.

They also found a
pair of Paloma jeans

in Wilcox's bag,
cut off at the hem.

Hmm.

Well, he must have
gotten the jeans

volunteering
at the community center.

Then wore them to the warehouse.

He killed Dr. Nash.

Well, um, we managed
to stop a bomb,

save innocent lives, uh,
recover Chinese money

and high-tech explosives,

and get Dr. Nash's killer.

All things considered,
that's a pretty good day.

All things considered,
pretty good is not good enough.

That radar technology
is still out there.

Right. Yeah. Yeah.

But there's always tomorrow.

Now that was a party.

- Yeah.
- I feel like we became honorary members

- of Manny Ortiz's family.
- Mm.

You know, I was
talking to this girl,

and, uh, she's attending
UCLA next year.

I told her I'd introduce
her to Rountree's sister.

She cannot wait.

Yeah, well, I cannot
wait to get home,

plop down on the couch,
put something on

that has over-the-top action
and a nonexistent storyline.

Really? I was
kind of hoping

for more of a storyline
and less action.

Well, you know what?
If we had additional space--

say, for instance,
the size of a,

I don't know,
two-car garage--

we could actually do both.

Okay, let's do this.

On weekdays

we park our cars in the garage,

and on weekends
you have free rein.

Can I put in a little TV,

tiny little couch,
maybe a golden frickin' shark?

You can have
a tiny little beach chair.

- Sold!
- Sold.

Yes.
What? What? What?

I still got to tell Callen.

- Okay, let's go do it.
- No, no.

I'm the one
that asked him to move in.

I should be the one to tell him
he's got to move out.

- Okay.
- I'll see you at home. You can pick the movie.

How about The Wild One?

Hey, Johnny,
what are you rebelling against?

What do you got?

I can already tell
you're gonna be up all night

thinking about this--

how Tyler and Wilcox
got as far as they did.

This didn't just happen
out of nowhere.

This thing was planned
years ago.

All Wilcox needed was someone
like Tyler to make it work.

He's been molding him

from a very young age.

Yeah. Makes you wonder how
many other people out there

are like Wilcox,
planting their people

in law enforcement, military,

intelligence community.

Oh. Kam's in town. I'm going
to dinner with her and Josh.

- You want to come?
- Can I have them guess my tattoo?

You're right.
I'm a glutton for punishment.

- Told you.
- Hey.

Yo.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Do you need something?

Yeah. I mean, I don't know

if I would actually consider
it needing something per se.

Deeks.

I got an offer
on the Squid & Dagger.

Too good to
refuse. I, um...

I'm gonna sell the bar.

You're selling the bar?

Yeah.

Thank God.

I don't... I don't think
that you, um...

Sorry. I don't think
that you heard me.

No, I heard you. Congrats.

Right, well, then,
I don't... I don't think that

you're fully understanding,
'cause if I... if I sell

the bar, it means that
you got to find a new place...

A new place to live.
No, I... I get it.

It's just, it's a lot,
and you-you don't seem very

fazed by that.

I've had a little bit
of practice at this.

Right.

Just out of curiosity,
when's the last time

you lived in a place this long?

Never.

In fact, I actually don't know
how I made it work.

So why did you do it?

Why did you stay?

I thought
you could use the money.

I know things have been
tight around here lately,

and I figured
at some point

you and Kens would want to buy
a house and... start a family.

Thank you.

Yeah. Of course.

You would have... you would have
done the same for me.

In a heartbeat.

You know, uh,
the house we bought--

it's a two-bedroom,
if you want to...

- Not a chance.
- Okay.

Anna, you know how much
I love you.

Anna, you know
how much I love you.

Anna, you know
how much I love you.

Anna, you know
how much I love you.