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Who burned you?
A guy named Eugene Keelson.

Guy's got information
about G's past.

Things that even NCIS
doesn't know about.

Keelson!
If you kill me, you'll never
know the truth;

who you really are.

I just found a local
address on Keelson.

This place is filled with some
heavy-duty data

servers, and I think
we've got the key.

Clear.

Clear.

Is this place
what I think it is?

Everybody's dirty
little secrets.

Including Taylor, A...
whoever he is.

Document boxes.

Alphabetical by surname
and initial.

Must be hundreds
of them. Huh...

Lots of big names.

I'm gonna need the code number
or an angle grinder.

Damn.

What? You think someone who
makes a fortune buying

and selling information's gonna
make it that easy?

We're gonna need Eric.

G.

See if they've got one
on you... or Hetty.

Nothing on me.
Two boxes on Hetty.

Guys...

You're gonna want to see this.

"File burn."

It must be automatically erasing
the hard drives.

It's not gonna affect
the hard copy files.

Unless...

We gotta get out of here now!

Move!

Oh, that kinda burn.

Okay, okay, uh, I got it.

G, come on!

G, come on!

NCIS:LA 1x24
Callen
Original Air Date on May 11, 2010

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Okay, we'll send you
everything we've got on this.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks.
Thank you.

After you powered up,

what did you press?

Nothing. I didn't even touch
the keyboard.

Maybe we triggered
motion detectors.

I didn't see them,

and I was looking.

Okay, a... a timer.

If Keelson's not back
by a certain time... boom.

And if he's
stuck in traffic?

Cell phone. Dials up,

punches in the code,
deactivates...

I didn't do anything.

If you could turn
it off with a cell phone,

you could turn it on.

Maybe Keelson isn't the
lone wolf we thought he was.

Eric's gonna see
what he can dig up

on Keelson's warehouse.

Phone records,
utilities, all
the usuals.

Try to turn up
another name.

We good?

Yeah.

Yeah, sorry.

This is the file
he was working on.

Surveillance.

They're arguing.

Probably married.

Taylor.

Wonder what his dirty little
secret is.

Great.

450 A. Taylors
in Los Angeles alone.

Gonna need a first name to...

This is where he got
the addresses.

What addresses?

Every foster home
I ever lived in.

Keelson gave me
a printout, but...

this is... this is
where he got 'em. They're...

They're all handwritten.

What's it doing in
this file box?

Well, uh, he left in a hurry.
He could have

put them in there by mistake.

Keelson didn't make mistakes.

There's five more addresses here
in the back.

I don't know any of 'em.

Maybe this is our
connection with Taylor.

Any of those five new addresses
located in a 6000 block?

No.

We find a Bart's Mart
located on

a 6000 block, at least we got
a place to start looking.

Bart's Mart.

67 stores
in greater Los Angeles,

but only one
on a 6000 block.

6464 Woodman Avenue,
Van Nuys.

That's the apartment block
from the photo.

List of tenants, Eric.

Looking for Taylor,
initial "A."

Close.

Data search on Steven John
Taylor, same address.

Steven John Taylor, aged 45.

No criminal record. Divorced.

Ex-wife's name's Amy.

A. Taylor.

He's a she.

Age 42.
No children.

No current
address listed.

Still using
her married name.

That's unusual.

What's her maiden name?

I have to go right back
to the marriage certificate.

And her maiden
name is...

Callen.

Mr. Hanna, Ms. Blye,
Taylor's apartment.

Mr. Callen,

my office.

Hetty...

Go.

I much prefer

a good HB to a Bic.

Press firmly enough,

and people don't have to read

between the lines
to get the message.

The answer is no,

Mr. Callen.

Hetty, you don't even know what
the question is.

It's no to all of them.

Is there

any mention of this
in your classified file? No.

Was I aware you had
a relative? No.

Am I surprised? No.

Should you stay on this case?

Definitely no.

Is there any

possibility that this is
a coincidence?

Keelson didn't think so.

He had my details
in her file.

But he could be wrong.

Could be.

I'm sorry, Mr. Callen.
You know the rules.

It would seem
that while Keelson is dead,

there is still the possibility

that your true identity may have
been compromised,

along with the integrity
of this unit.

This is the second time

you've taken me off
the Keelson case.

Let's make it the last.

Should I read something between
the lines?

Oh... bugger.

Hetty's about to call you and
tell you that I'm off the case.

She is?

Before she does,
what have we got?

Well, I...

Okay.

The warehouse is owned by some
two-dollar corporation

registered in Nevada.

I'm still checking names
and the paperwork,

but they're all paralegals three
times removed from Keelson.

You know, she could, she could
be on her way up.

She will try

calling again first. What else?

Um, okay, so I

checked phone companies.

Phone lines in and out
of the warehouse.

And I found a dedicated data
line, like a fax line.

But here's the thing...

What is the thing, Eric?

Um, it's never had
a call...

Ever! The only charge on
the phone bill is

for the line rental.
No calls in, no calls out.

Except for one this morning.

So someone dialed in
to trigger the explosives.

Yeah, ten-second call.
So I figured if it were me,

I'd want to be close by,
make sure it all works.

Time-stamped video
puts him on the scene

30 seconds before the blast
with a clear view

of the warehouse.

That's how I narrowed
down the search.

Okay, so he makes the call,
and then you see a change in

the light on the left of the
frame as the building goes up.

He stayed another 30 seconds,
and then left.

Not your typical reaction

of someone witnessing
a building exploding.

Did you get a cell phone?

Still trying to get it.
But I did get a license plate.

That's the number.
That's the address.

That's the guy.
Carl Browning.

Rap sheet: grand theft auto,
burglary, assault and fraud.

This is Eric.

What in the world's taking you
so long to answer the phone?!
Hetty...

Taylor's got some
noisy neighbors.

Uh-huh.

Looks like the neighbors
have got a noisy Taylor.

Is that...?

Yeah, it's Mighty Mouse.

Huh, I was thinking
Tom and Jerry.

No, no, it's the mouse.

Taylor hasn't got kids.

So what?

Cartoons?

Not cartoons.

The mouse.

Clear!

Clear.

Bedroom and bathroom look
a lot like this.

The whole place is trashed.

He turned the TV up
to mask the sound.

Searching for something.

Guessing they didn't find it.

Eric.

Sam, Callen's got
the information

and is on his way
to Browning's house.

What's the address?

Put your hands
where I can see 'em.

Federal agent.

You alone?
No.

As a matter
of fact he's not,

Special Agent G. Callen.

Kort.

You know, Callen,
you're not missing anything.

No one ever calls me
by my first name.

It's 'cause no one likes you.

CIA do this?

We were late
to the party, like you.

Place was already trashed,
television blaring.

And like you,
we wanted to have a chat

with Mr. Browning.

Unfortunately for both of us,

Mr. Browning's done chatting.

Browning worked for Keelson.

Keelson's dead.

Yeah, I got the memo.

Tell me, did he have a file
on you?

Hmm, no.
But he did have one on you.

Ashes in the wind.

Scuttlebutt said

you triggered
Browning phoned it in.sion.

That's how you found him.

Phone logs.

How'd u find him?

Your backup just arrived.

A little late to be of much
use, I would have thought.

I mean, if we weren't
on the same side...

Sam, Kensi...

Trent Kort.

He's with the Agency.

We used
to work together,

Callen and I.

Kort was just gonna explain
how they knew about Browning.

We've been keeping tabs
on an Iranian.

Karim Akbari.

He lead us here.

Why is the CIA interested
in Karim Akbari?

Sorry. Classified.

Crime scene's
yours, Callen.

Let me know
if you find anything.

You, too.

Kort.

Crime scene?

Browning.
Someone decided

to make him the
light fixture in
the living room.

Akbari?

Maybe.

So why did Kort give up Akbari?

See how we'd react,
if we're chasing the same guy.

Guess we are now.

Did you find her?

No one home.

Place was turned over. Pros.

TV on?

Mighty Mouse.

Woody.

Hmm... same pros.

Call Eric, see what
he knows about Akbari.

Hetty took me off the case.

Sam.

Eric, full-court press,

Karim Akbari, Iranian.

Got him.

But only for a second.

File just got locked down.

By whom?
Our friends at Langley.

Kort just shut us out.

I'd send you home,

but I know that would just
move you from that chair

onto that sofa.

I'ststill looking for a place.

I just got a rather
officious phone call

from a mid-level...

timecard puncher at the CIA.

He wanted to know why

we had requested access
to a classified file

of an ongoing operation.

Have you ever
heard of, um,

Karim Akbari?

I don't know anything about him.

That's not what I asked,

Mr. Callen.

That was me, Hetty.

Akbari was given to us
by a CIA operative.

I got Eric to run it;
we got red-flagged.

Sounds like the CIA
is stonewalling us.

I know a lot about stonewalling.

After I finished with the, uh,

meme card puncher, I called
the director of the CIA,

who offered to brief us on Karim

Akbari.

The agent's name is Trent Kort.

Sam and Kensi--
boathouse in a half hour.

She knows. You can't go.

Where you going?

To shoot someone.

Well, I think
you killed him.

And his entire
extended family.

You wanted to see me?

No. You said you
wanted to see me.

You're our operational
psychologist, Nate.

I've got some personal stuff
going on in my life,

so you have to see me.

That's your job.

I'm missing
something, aren't I?

What to tell Hetty
when she asks.
Okay, what's Hetty

going to ask me?
Why you came
to see me.

And the real reason is...?

Shouldn't this be
in the evidence locker?

Aren't we breaking,
like, the...

chain of evidence or...?

You're off the case,

but you need to know the...

Could I go to jail?

Have you done
something wrong?

I think I'm about to.

I could do some
handwriting analysis.

You recognize any
of these addresses?

It'evevery orphanage and
foster home I ever stayed at.

And these five addresses
at the back?

No.

I could run a search, see if
they have anything in common.

In fact, I could...
do it right here.

And you could...

just happen to...

look over
my shoulder...

if you wanted to.

Becae.e...
how would I even know

you were...

doing that?

Okay, snap up here.

Most of these are
government buildings.

That's the old
Allingham Street Orphanage.

Looks like that one's
run by the county.

So is the one
in Torrance.

Let's just take a peek

at that list again.

Four of the five addresses
are either state,

city or county-run orphanages.

And the last address

is a private residence.

It's also the last entry.

If I were looking for answers,

I'd start with
the last address first.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hi.

I-I'm sorry to disturb you.

I was just hoping you
might be able to help me

find someone who
possibly stayed here

a long time ago.

Her name's Amy.

Oh, of course.

I remember Amy.

Such a beautiful woman now.

And you are?

I-I work for a law firm.

We believe she may have
inherited some property,

and I just need to
confirm her identity.

Mm.

Well, then you'd better come in.

Thanks.

Such a long time ago.

25 years, at least.

She's here somewhere.

My "children."

Some of them not
for long, a few days.

Others a few
weeks, months.

Amy was one who
stayed a long time.

Hard to
believe, huh?

So many.

Most of them from
broken families.

Some ohahaned.

Is, um...

is your photo up here?

Not here.

But someplace.

Many places?

Thirty-seven.

Oh, here she is.

This is Amy.

She must have been
about 15 at the time.

She stayed almost
two years. She...

She was a troubled girl.

Something in her past, I think,

that she kept to herself.

She still sends me
a birthday card every year.

Not all of
them do anymore.

I used to worry when
I would just suddenly

stop hearing from someone.

And then one day I realized...

they probably just
found their way.

At least that's what I hope.

That's the latest one.

wewerful emotion-- hope.

Yes, it is.

Hmm...

Amy ever talk about her family?

It was a long time ago
to remember something like that.

That's okay.

Thank for everything.

Yeah.

You know, Amy...

Um, Amy was an orphan.

But I do remember.

She said she had a brother.

Karim Akbari.

Formerly a senior member
of Savak,

the Shah of Iran's
secret police back in the 1970s.

Wasn't Savak trained by the CIA?

In 1979,

the Shah was overthrown
and went into exile.

There were rumors

that his supporters moved
half a billion dollars

out of Iran into various
bank accounts in Europe

to be used to restore
the Shah to power.

But 18 monthlater,
the Shah was dead.

And e moy
was never recovered.

After the Shah's death,

Akbari started looking for it.

While he didn't find the money,
he did find this man--

Michael Lawson--

an American banker
who lived in Iran.

Akbari believed
it was Lawson

who transferred the money

and had access to the account
numbers and passwords.

Lawson was found murdered

six weeks
after the Shah's death.

Let me guess.

Strung up by his feet
to a light fitting and tortured.

Keelson uncovered
information

that suggested the money
was still out there.

Akbari found out,

came looking for Keelson

and found his associate,
Mr. Browning, instead.

And there endeth
the briefing.

So, which one does the CIA want
the most?

Akbari or the money?

Akbari is a zealot.

If he gets his hands
on that money,

his plan is to try and buy
nuclear weapons and invade Iran.

Not a good outcome
for any of us.

We're all on the same side here,
Agent Hanna.

I'm glad to hear it.

I guess then you won't have
a problem telling me

how you got onto Browning.

We intercepted a call
between he and Akbari.

Used it
to trace Browning's address.

Got there too late.

Akbari was demanding information

about someone named Amy Taylor.

Happen to know
who that is?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Yeah.

Get off me.

Federal agent.

No one move!

Eric, south on Lincoln,
blue van.

I am in pursuit.

Need LAPD backup.

I'm on it.

Crap.

Hetty, you need
to come up to Ops... now.

Did you see it?

Someone get an ambulance!

Okay, no problem.

Steve, where are you?

Is this Amy Taylor?

Who is this?

I'm a federal agent.

Amy, you need to listen to me.

Your ex-husband
has been injured.

If he knows where you are,
he told someone,

and they are coming for you.

Is this your car?
Whoa!

I'm a federal agent.
Give me your keys.

Yeah, yeah.
Give me your keys.

Come on.

Eric, check this number.

I need the location
of the cell phone last dialed.

Okay, call was to a cell phone
in South Central

near the river.

Callen, I can only
narrow it down

to a four-block radius
bordering Allingham Street.

Callen?

Line must have dropped out.

Then get it back.

Allingham Street-- that's

one of the addresses
in the notebook.

Does Callen know that?

Yes.

Eric, the cell phone number

Callen had you
trace-- who owns it?

He's found her.

Amy?

Who-Who are you?

I called.

I'm the federal agent.

My name is Callen.

Who are you?

I'm your sister.

I don't have a sister.

Now, who the hell are you?

Sam and Kensi are 15
minutes from the orphanage.

Try Callen again.

My name is,

uh, Hannah Lawson.

And until the age
of about 11,

I... I lived in Iran

with, uh, my... father.

His name was
Michael Lawson.

My mom--
she died when I was three,

so my father was...

He was just everything to me.

Oh, a while after
we got back here, um,

my father showed me
this-this hiding place

in the house
that were staying at.

Inside it was
this-this leather satchel.

I don't know
why he showed it to me,

but he said it was our...

secret.

And a couple of days later,

some men, they forced their way
into the house.

They were, uh, Iranian.

And they turned
the television
on really loudly,

and they... tore
the lighting

fitting.

Eventually, the, uh...

all the lights blew out, and...

they couldn't see me
in the dark, and...

I ran away.

I just lived
on the streets.

Finally...

welfare picked me up,
and this is wh...

where they brought me.

I barely spoke for months,
'cause I was so terrified

that those men would come

and get me.
I just wanted a...

a different name.

Why my name?

You...

you had a sister.

Her name was Amy,

and she...

she slept over there,

and she was my friend.

I don't have a sister.

She told me about you.

No.
Yeah.

She said she used to push you

in-in a little cart, like,
a little red cart, and you

used to squeal

to go faster
and faster.

Faster!

And one day,
it crashed

and you hurt
your arm.

Aah!

I'm so sorry.

And Amy cried,

and you didn't.

And then she swore

that she would always...
always protect you.

Come on.

Federal agent!

Come on.

G?

I'm good.

It's Kensi.

Eric, we're secure.

Callen and...

whoever she is are both fine.

What happened to her?

We used to sneak out

at night...

down to the river.

This one...
one time she slipped.

I tried to save her,

and it just...

just swept her away.

So I hid in her bed.

And they thought Hannah
Lawson had gone missing.

Both blondes,
both the same age--

they... didn't
really know us,

and they didn't
really care.

It was easy to pretend.

And about a month later,
they found her body.

And she was
buried with my name.

Hannah Lawson.

And I lived with hers.

Amy Callen.

Done.

You sure you've got
the authority

to sign jurisdiction
in this case

over to us, Kort?
Wouldn't be here if I didn't.

She gives us the address,

we're done.

We have no more
interest in Ms. Lawson.

2175 Ellison Way,
Marina Del Rey.

It's in a wall cavity
between the laundry
and the bathroom.

It's in a
leather satchel.

I'm rather fond of Los Angeles.

Maybe I'll put in
for a transfer.

I hope not.

So, what's gonna happen
when he finds out

the place was demolished
15 years ago?

I'm not gonna hang around
to find out.

Me, neither.

She loved you so much.

You know, she cried herself
to sleep every night,

'cause she couldn't
be with you.

What'd she call me?

Baby brother.

No, I...

I mean...

Just baby brother.

You disobeyed my directive--
I can't let that stand.

And you wouldn't have
done the same thing?
Oh...

I know my family, Mr. Callen.

Believe me when I say,
sometimes I envy you

not knowing yours.

I'm standing you down...

Hetty, come on...

...for one day.

Use it wisely.

♪ ♪

Something to share, Nate?

This first address--

that was the first orphanage
Callen was sent to.

He was five years old.

I really can't understand

why they would separate him
from his sister.

Each address
was entered chronologically

all by the same person.

Why is that surprising?

It's an aging hand, Hetty.

Different pens,
different pencils.

These addresses weren't
all added at the same time,

but as they happened.

Every time Callen moved,

the same person
wrote down his new address.

You're saying someone...

someone was watching Callen
all those years?

The same person.

♪ ♪

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