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Yo, Don Ho,

how about a refill?

It looks good.

Hey.

Get him the money.

I told you my cocaine's pure.

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Bang! You're dead.

You have to clear yourself of the line of fire first.

Do it again.

Focus, Dom.

Bang!

You can't move until you know where the weapon is.

What if I step backwards?

Wait until you feel the barrel.

Again. Hands up.

Come on, come on.

Hands up.

What are you doing? Training.

To go undercover as a scarecrow?

Sam's helping me hone my agent skills.

Personally, I do not respond to being

whistled at like a sheepdog,

but Eric seems to have trained the others.

So I suggest you learn the appropriate Pavlovian response.

Which is go, little doggie!

Go!

Bang.

Very funny.

Roll 'em, Eric.

Director Vance received this footage

from the LAPD this morning.

It's the house security cam feed from the scene

of a double homicide in Malibu two days ago.

Three masked guys invaded the home of

a suspected drug dealer, killed two people

and stole a large sum of money.

What is the world coming to when drug dealers

aren't even safe in the comfort of their own fortified homes?

Your, uh, professional psychological analysis

is an invaluable asset to our team, Nate.

Thanks, Hetty.

But your stand-up needs some work.

Save it for open mic night.

Hmm?

Ouch. Shh!

Carry on, people.

So, what does this have to do with NCIS?

The suspects came in and left from the ocean.

And they were using military hand signals.

Throw it over, Eric.

What are you chasing, Sam? They're SEALs.

How can you be so sure of that?

I know that guy.

From body language, hand signals?

Hand signals are like handwriting or dancing...

everybody's got their own style.

That's Kurt Holgate.

Eric, punch him up.

All right, let's see what we have here, uh... Kurt Holgate.

Oh.

Impressive record.

Holgate and his team just returned from overseas.

They've been stateside less than a month.

They're no longer active service.

I'll look up Holgate's team.

But there's nothing in his history that would suggest

he's the kind of guy to get

involved in robbing a drug dealer.

You're right,

he's not that kind of guy.

You sure you know this guy, Sam?

Trust me, that's Holgate.

I should know, I taught him.

Another member of Holgate's

SEAL team, David Ramirez,

was shot and killed three weeks ago while...

walking out of a grocery store.

Police report says

it was collateral damage from what is believed

to have been gang-related activity.

No, that could be a complete coincidence.

And it could be a naval cluster bomb, Kensi.

We got to proceed cautiously on this.

Holgate's currently assigned to a Joint Task Force

over at the Federal Building.

Think maybe it's time we pay your old friend a visit.

So when's the last time you saw this guy?

Bosnia.

You got history with him?

We weren't dating, if that's what you're asking.

SEALs work together as a team.

Holgate had the tendency to act like a lone wolf,

if you know what I'm talking about.

Actually, half the time, I don't know what you're talking about,

and the rest of the time, I just disagree.

I really look forward to having Dom as a partner.

You'd miss me.

I complete you.

Hey.

Holgate.

Sam Hanna.

How the hell are you?

I'm well.

It's been a while.

What are you doing here?

Working. Joint Task Force stuff.

Heard you got out a while back.

How's retirement?

It's still a few years off.

I'm with NCIS now.

Why? You lose a bet?

I'm just kidding.

How's that working out for you?

It's real good.

Hmm.

Sorry to hear about Ramirez.

Yeah, thanks.

Uh, God's got a cruel sense of humor.

I got to run.

We should, uh, get together over some beers sometime.

Sounds like a plan.

All right.

He didn't ask you what you were doing here.

No, he didn't.

Here's the video of Sam's SEAL friend Holgate.

Freeze. Back it up.

What do you think, Nate?

He's trying hard

to appear relaxed and friendly,

but doesn't offer to shake your hand.

And the moment you say "NCIS," he deflects with humor.

Nothing in his financial records

to suggest any change in lifestyle.

I can get in touch with the coroner,

see if there's anything pertaining to the crime scene

that confirms SEAL involvement.

What?

You know, like-like ballistics.

Really?

You're throwing that out there with a straight face?

Ever since you profiled the Dickinson case,

you've had a thing for the coroner.

I... I don't know,

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

Uh, I mean, she's hot,

but she works on dead bodies all day.

Yeah, well, it takes a certain kind of person.

So Nate probably seems pretty lively compared

to the stiffs she's normally working on.

All right, you know what,

your herd behavior is unbecoming, gentlemen.

Guys, guys.

Timothy Jackson.

What about him?

He's another member of Holgate and Ramirez's SEAL team.

In fact, he was Ramirez's swim buddy.

He's missing.

Since the 18th.

That's the same night as the shooting.

That's Jackson's trailer over there.

Thank you.

I haven't seen him around lately though.

SAM: If Jackson is Ramirez's swim buddy,

they're closer than brothers.

Swim buddy gets you through SEAL training,

helps you survive hell week.

Sounds like I could use a swim buddy to deal with Hetty.

Jackson's got a sweet trailer.

Let's take a look around.

See if he's coming home anytime soon.

Too slow, Secret Squirrel.

Not a lot of places to hide anything.

Hail, hail, the gang's all here.

You recognize these guys?

We're in Jackson's trailer.

That's my friend Holgate.

That's Ramirez, who died in the grocery store.

So who's the fourth?

I don't know.

You're a SEAL.

Where would you hide stolen drug money?

Underwater?

No, because I wouldn't steal anybody's money,

drug dealer or otherwise.

And I doubt these guys would either.

You're the one who I.D.'d Holgate

from the surveillance footage.

I know you don't like the thought of these guys

being dirty, but you want to hear my theory?

These guys are stuck overseas in some hellhole

for months on end, fighting for their lives,

watching their buddies get killed, and for what?

To save some people who would just as soon slit their throats?

You know, and if they do finally make it back,

they come back, they realize the local drug dealer

is wearing a watch on his wrist

that's worth more than their house.

So they use a little bit of what they know

to take a little something back for their retirement.

I can see you're really intrigued by this.

SEALs don't do it for the money.

For the chicks?

It's probably more like a calling,

like the seminary.

That's right. Mm-hmm.

If priests actually blew things up

and could kill you with a Bible.

Are you trying to get under my skin?

I'm just bouncing ideas off you.

Keep it up, I'm gonna bounce you off a rock.

I'll tell Nate you said that.

All right, Eric.

Thanks. Yeah, let me know if you find anything else.

All right, bye.

GPS trackers activated.

Good.

Eric confirmed Holgate's working alongside Homeland Security

on a human trafficking task force.

Well, what if Holgate's not involved?

Well, for his sake, I hope he's not.

I wouldn't want to wind up on Sam's bad side.

I think I already am.

What do you mean?

It just seems like nothing I do is ever good enough for him.

Sam demands the best from himself.

It's hard for him to accept anything less from anybody else.

You'll get used to it.

It's just... it's hard being the new guy.

Try being the new girl.

They used to make me crawl into the air vents,

under houses just because I was the smallest one.

Yeah, and when was the last time any of you

had to put on a bikini for an assignment?

Yeah, that's right. Try hiding a gun in your thong.

All right.

I just never thought of it that way.

Yeah.

It's obviously not like that anymore.

I mean, if you can prove that you can protect yourself

and protect your team, he'll let up.

If Sam is hard on you in the office,

it's really just because

he wants to protect you in the field.

Well, of course, either that, or he genuinely doesn't like you.

Oh, oh, oh. Heads up.

Holgate's on the move.

No, look, Kensi, he's not.

Looks like we've got a meeting, Dom.

I can't see anything. I'm going to risk getting closer,

try to hear what they're saying. Give me the ears.

Okay.

I'm sure we'll be fine.

Let's not jump to conclusions. It could be a coincidence.

You willing to take that chance?

What do you want to do?

Lay low, stay off the grid,

and keep your head on a swivel.

They could already be watching us.

He's watching you.

Watching me like he's paranoid

or watching me like he's checking me out?

What's the difference?

Well, usually the amount of time focused on my butt.

He's paranoid. No offense.

Where are you?

At home?

Well, that's funny, 'cause I'm looking

right at your car, you lying

son of a bitch! Who is she?

Because I would like to carve the bitch's name

in your paint job.

And don't call me.

I'll contact you when we're cool.

Uh, Dom, have Eric run these plates.

I think I just bought

the owner some body work.

Great.

I've got it. Thanks.

Fourth man in the photo is named Morris Raspen.

If he was part of the team, I'm sure Ramirez's widow knows him.

Mrs. Ramirez?

Yes?

I'm Sam Hanna. This is my partner Callen.

We'd like to ask you some questions

about your husband and his teammates.

You're a SEAL, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

I never asked him about his job.

I knew it was dangerous.

He'd always say, "Don't worry, baby.

You ain't getting rid of me that easy."

Never expected to lose him

just running to the grocery store.

So he didn't know the men who shot him?

No. They were drug dealers.

Are you still in touch with the other members of his team?

SEALs take care of their own.

The wives are pretty close, too...

those who have wives.

When was the last time you saw Timothy Jackson?

He usually comes by here Friday, but he never showed up.

He stops by to check on me and my son.

Tim and David went through BUDs together.

Hmm. I think sometimes

he was closer to my husband than I was.

Do you have any idea where he is?

No.

When was the last time you saw

Morris Raspen?

At the funeral.

He was the newest member of the team.

I don't really know him.

Excuse me. Yeah?

I've been combing through financial, email,

phone records... everything I can on Timothy Jackson,

and nothing stands out.

I didn't think it would.

But I can tell you where he was the day of the shootings.

His credit card was used at a place

called The Sunset in Malibu.

All right, thanks.

So, I open this guy up to do an autopsy

and there's this miniature cuckoo clock

where his heart should be, still ticking.

And as I pull it out, it goes off.

But instead of a bird popping out,

it's this little garden gnome.

He jumps out of the clock,

flips me off, and then runs out the door.

Oh! Um...

I'm more of an operational psychologist,

so, uh, I don't really do dream analysis.

Oh. Okay.

But if I were to hazard a guess,

um, I'd say that the clock obviously represents time.

Um...

And, uh, the autopsy death.

And yet, there's this magical creature

that lives on inside him

that's set free by your actions.

So, I helped to release his soul.

Uh, yeah.

Okay.

Then, uh, why did he flip me off?

Gnomes... notoriously cranky.

Okay.

So, uh, no one has come to claim our friend, the drug dealer.

Ballistics were inconclusive.

No way to tell if SEALs were responsible.

Okay, two .9mm slugs to the chest from about 15 feet

turned his heart into hamburger.

Uh, the shooter double tapped him just left of center.

Knew the anatomy of a kill shot.

That is a professional.

So, the same gun was used to kill both drug dealers?

There was only one drug dealer.

There were two victims. You mean the cop?

We were told that two suspected drug dealers were killed.

Yeah. The other victim was an LAPD officer.

Bullet fragmented too much to make a match.

Why wasn't that in the report?

Yeah, well, the guy was so deep undercover

that we didn't get the info until today.

Those guys are cowboys.

I know the type.

Why are we just hearing about this now, Nate?

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

Problem?

Uh, you could say that.

One of the guys killed in the shootout was an undercover cop.

This just keeps getting better and better.

That's our missing SEAL's motorcycle.

How you doing?

Sorry, guys, we don't open for another 20 minutes.

That's all right. I was actually just hoping

to talk to someone that was working here a couple days ago.

You're looking at her.

Let me ask you something.

Do you recognize any of these guys?

Uh, yeah. Three of those guys were here.

Pretty cute. Good tippers.

You didn't happen to hear

what they were talking about, did you?

No. It was pretty busy.

But I do know they got into an argument at one point.

About what?

Like I said, it was really busy. They took it outside.

So, you saw them leave?

No. Sorry.

How long's that motorcycle been there?

I don't know. Couple days, maybe.

Never really thought about it.

Figured it belonged to a local or something.

Do you have surveillance cameras inside?

Well, the house where the shooting occurred

is just a couple miles down the road.

Just a short drive.

Or a short swim.

Why would somebody swim?

Because they could.

What do you got, Eric?

All right. Well, call the Sheriff's Department back

and tell them to put us on the guest list.

Thanks.

Good news or bad news?

A body just washed up at Point Dume

that matches the description of Timothy Jackson.

Lifeguard pulled him in.

Tried to revive him, but, uh...

looks like he's been dead a couple days.

It's Jackson.

Looks like a single gunshot wound

to the side.

Surf's been pretty big lately.

Stronger currents, could have taken him out for miles.

Yeah.

This is from the Sunset Restaurant

in Malibu on Saturday.

Holgate and Raspen take Jackson out for some fresh air

around 2:11.

How do you know they're not leaving?

They didn't close out their tab.

SEALs wouldn't leave unfinished beer on the bar

if the place was on fire.

Eric.

All right, jumping ahead... Here we go.

Holgate and Raspen return

without Jackson at 6:39.

So Jackson left?

If he did, it was without his motorcycle.

It hasn't moved from the parking lot since that day.

All right, well, Kensi and Dom observed

Holgate talking to someone this afternoon

who we now know was Raspen.

That's Raspen meeting Holgate.

Holgate told him to lay low.

So, Jackson, Holgate and Raspen rip off a known drug dealer

as pay back for Ramirez's death,

but Jackson is shot in the process

and drowns during the escape.

And the money?

Maybe it goes to Ramirez's widow?

No sign of that.

Keep looking.

And Raspen is the best way in.

He was the newest member of the team

Yeah, well, Raspen seems to have gone underground.

SEALs are your people, Sam.

Do you have anything you'd like to add?

No.

Being a SEAL is a big part of who Sam is.

If these guys are dirty, they threaten his very identity.

They will protect each other at all costs.

Nate, you don't have to worry about Sam.

This is a joyous occasion.

I'm assuming all our cases are closed.

Otherwise, how could you be here working out

in the middle of the day?

I'm just waiting for Callen.

Mm-hmm.

What's wrong, Sam?

Why does something have to be wrong?

Can't a guy get some exercise?

Pilates is exercise.

Beating the hell out of something

is an aggressive expression

of male frustration.

Mm.

This is about your SEAL brethren.

Have they disgraced the uniform?

When does duty trump loyalty?

Hmm?

Nobility, honor, betrayal.

Oof!

All you need is a... a backstabbing whore,

and you've got the makings of a... Elizabethan tragedy.

Don't mock me.

I criticize, I scold, I chastise...

I've even torn someone a new one,

but I never mock.

You, Sam Hanna, are more than this job

and much more than a SEAL.

What if Holgate doesn't lead us to the money?

We go to plan B. What's plan B?

We don't have one yet.

What are... what are you doing?

I, my friend, have to pee.

Uh, whoa, whoa, in-in here?

Yeah, well... oops, sorry...

my bladder's gonna burst if I don't.

Can't you just go into, like, a coffee shop

or, like, a restaurant or someplace?

Dom, we are on a stakeout.

Welcome to the glamorous world of surveillance.

I'll just go for a walk, a quick walk. I'll be back.

Sit your butt down.

Aw, man, damn it, Holgate's out now, you see, and I...

I can't pee now.

Are you satisfied?

And you know what?

If I pee my pants,

you are so paying for the dry-cleaning.

Bringing up his tracker now.

He's accelerating.

Well, stick with him.

He's taking evasive action... he must know we're following him.

No, wait.

He's driving in a a big circle.

He's making a cleaning run...

he's making sure he's not being tailed.

He stopped moving.

Whoa, whoa, stop the car, stop the car.

But I can catch him. Doesn't matter.

This is what he wants, for us to show ourselves.

Just pull over.

There must be a traffic cam nearby.

He's not in his car.

Eric, can you get a location from his cell phone?

Yeah, I'm trying.

Hey, Callen, it's Kensi. Holgate ditched his car.

We're gonna try and track him on his cell phone.

Tell Eric to shut off his phone.

If Holgate knows he's being tailed, he's gonna warn Raspen.

We're just about to pay him a visit.

Holgate is in the wind.

Yeah, okay.

Where do you want to meet?

Raspen.

Drop the gun.

I'm an NCIS agent.

I'd do as he says.

Recognize your SEAL buddy, Jackson?

Yeah, he probably looked a little rosier

last time you saw him.

Hmm.

We've got you and Holgate arguing with Jackson,

leaving the bar together,

and then coming back without him.

I think he hooked up with a girl.

Yeah, there's no footage of that.

And his motorcycle never left the restaurant.

Maybe he went home with her.

He's lying.

Actually, he's trying very hard not to lie

by avoiding definitive sentences.

Uh, "I think he..." "Maybe he..."

Lies of omission are still lies.

You three didn't rip off a drug dealer?

Seriously... that's what you think?

How about you and I

tell each other something... that we don't know.

Okay, I'll begin.

One of the drug dealers that you killed...

was an undercover cop.

Yeah.

Where you going?

To expedite this process Sam, stop.

Don't go in there. Give Callen a chance.

We're wasting time.

Sam, I know you're angry

and you take their actions personally...

Whoa, whoa, stop.

Do me a favor, and stay out of my head.

Okay, okay. Let's just take a step back

and think about this. SEALs have a word for that.

It's called retreating.

It's something we don't do.

Now, if he doesn't get anything from that guy by the time I get back,

I'm gonna jog his memory from the inside out.

Is it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet?

It's Bach!

Bach! Can't you hear that?

What do I have to do

to get through that impenetrable cranium of yours?

Sam, I...

Oh, for the love of Gucci.

What is the matter with you men?

Sorry, I was just letting off a little steam.

Like the Little Engine That Could?

I know you lost a target.

Big deal; it happens.

Get over it.

So you heard about that.

Of course I heard about it.

I know what you ate for breakfast, sweetie.

You think Callen and Sam never screwed up?

Okay.

Once Callen fell through a skylight

installing a camera

and landed in bed with the target.

Really? And ask Sam about the time

he backed over a suspect's beagle puppy.

And don't you think

they walked in here holding hands.

Once I had to turn a fire extinguisher on them.

Really?

No.

These are just charming anecdotes

I made up to bolster your self-esteem.

Oh, oh, and listen.

Pivot on your back foot

when you punch.

Otherwise, you're losing all your power.

Drop the gun. You drop the gun.

I'm an NCIS agent.

Yeah? Well, I'm LAPD.

And this is my crime scene.

I knew the Navy was behind this.

Not in any official capacity.

Official, unofficial.

Either way, the dead guy that washed up on the beach was one of yours.

My partner died here

in my arms,

shot by one of your men.

They're not my men.

Then why are you here?

The surveillance video doesn't tell the whole story.

I wanted to walk through it for myself.

What's your excuse?

I was hoping to find something

that might lead me to my partner's killers.

Looks like I did.

I want names and addresses.

Full Navy cooperation.

Unless you want the news media

all over a story about rogue SEALs

going off the reservation and killing a cop.

Yeah. Yeah, he's right here.

I'll tell him. That was Kensi.

Still no sign of Holgate.

We've either got to charge this guy or let him go.

And you didn't even bring doughnuts?

No, I did not bring back doughnuts.

I went back to the beach house to walk the crime scene.

What'd you find?

This guy.

Grozen. He's an LAPD.

There were two undercover cops there.

Recognize that guy?

Should I?

He's an LAPD detective.

That's right.

There were two undercover cops at that drug deal.

If this guy's an undercover cop, then he shot his partner.

You're telling me that this guy

shot another cop?

This guy...

shot this guy.

I was there.

But if this guy is LAPD, then he's a dirty cop

because I saw him kill his partner.

So whose idea was it to go to the beach house?

Or I'll hand you over to LAPD, okay?

See how those boys treat cop killers.

Jackson learned that one of the suspects

in Ramirez's death lived there.

The guy was linked to one of the Mexicali cartels.

Is that why Jackson chose the restaurant...

'cause it was close to the beach house?

Come on, Raspen.

I'm throwing you a life-line here. Take it.

Jackson wanted to plan an op to go after the guy.

Holgate tried to talk him out of doing anything stupid.

Well, he obviously didn't do a very good job, did he?

He's answering quickly, with no real elaboration.

His visual accessing cues are consistent.

I think he's telling the truth.

Jackson kept talking about how the president

declared a war on drugs

and that's what he was going to bring them.

And then... boom, he bailed off into the water.

And you followed him.

We didn't have a choice.

We figured a cold swim would probably sober him up,

but he was so fired up, we couldn't catch him.

And by the time we did, he was already at the house and had secured a weapon.

You're telling me that you went unarmed into the home

of a drug dealer... knowing full well

that you were outnumbered and outgunned?

It was a little improvised.

Besides, we knew they had weapons.

We could just take theirs.

Got to love SEALs.

Where's Holgate now?

I've told you enough.

He could be in serious danger.

I'm not worried about Holgate,

and I'm not saying anything else until I see a JAG lawyer.

Fair enough.

This is a bad idea.

Trust me, doc, sometimes you got to let the big dogs work it out.

Let me guess.

You're the bad cop.

Something like that.

Unless you're a lawyer, I'm not talking to you.

So save your breath.

I'm not a lawyer, I'm a SEAL.

What's our motto?

"The only easy day was yesterday."

That's right.

Now things are about to get really hard for you.

Forget how stupid you were.

You broke the most sacred vow of all...

never leave a man behind.

Okay, that was good.

No matter what happens, we never, ever leave a man behind.

But that's what you did to Jackson.

We didn't know he was shot.

That's no excuse.

More of a reason to stay with him.

We tried to help him.

He was struggling swimming with the money

so Holgate took it.

You stole the money? Jackson did.

He was going to give it to Ramirez's widow.

One minute he's swimming right next to me...

the next minute he's gone. So you just took the cash

and you left him.

We searched the water for him for a couple of hours.

Where's Holgate?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me.

I don't know.

Slightly different technique.

You left a man behind,

and you're about to do it again!

Because if we don't get to Holgate before Grozen does,

he's going to wind up dead just like Jackson.

Then you have the blood of two murdered SEALs on your hands.

Holgate's holed up in a motel in the Valley.

So, guys, how we gonna get Grozen to confess

when his own people can't?

Because we've got something Grozen wants.

... on the Sunset Strip in Hollywood.

Next up, the big burner... Wake up, sunshine.

Time to go to work.

Ggoing out to all you early risers out there...

Hey, remember me?

You shot my partner.

The Navy wants to prosecute as well.

Whoever can give him the toughest sentence

should take him to trial.

Oh, I'm good with that.

Just don't turn your back

on this guy... he likes to run. Don't worry.

His running days are over.

Watch your head.

Where the hell's the money?

What money? I'm gonna shoot you right here, right now.

You think I won't?

Are we going to be able to track him as well?

Like a tagged moose.

I'm not going to ask you a second time.

This guy's going to kill him.

I don't have the money... my partner does.

What's his name? Raspen. Morris Raspen.

Where do we find him?

Probably at the golf course.

Grozen and Holgate coming up on your right.

Anybody else?

One bogey in the trees by the clubhouse.

Hmm, the elusive Mr. Raspen.

I thought your buddy was kidding

when he said the golf course,

but I get it now.

Public place, yet it's wide open,

so you can see anybody approaching.

And you'd have to be a sharpshooter to make a shot

from any real cover.

How many SEAL snipers you got hidden around?

I'm just working on my short game.

Throw your piece in the pond.

All of them.

Where's the money?

In the bag.

Back up for me.

Ah, yeah.

Okay.

Wow. I should have brought a caddy.

Why don't you go join your buddy?

Come on.

Put your hands up and drop.

Holgate's hit!

G?

I'm good.

Kensi?

We're good. Shooter's down.

Hold this tight.

Eric?

Ambulances are en route.

What happens now?

Only easy day was yesterday.

So what's the word on Holgate?

He's out of surgery.

Docs figure he'll have a full recovery.

It's still not a lot of fun.

Although I do appreciate him taking a bullet for me.

I'm really trying to give up getting shot so much.

That's the least he could have done.

Everybody go home?

For the most part.

Dom and Eric went to a club.

Nate is debriefing Kensi about her shooting

over a Pink's chili hot dog.

I don't know where Hetty is.

I'm sure that little ninja's lurking around here somewhere.

I bet you were really good at Legos as a kid.

Legos?

Yeah, those little colored block things you snap together.

I know what Legos are.

So you still mad at Holgate and those guys for what they did?

I get why they did it.

I get what they did.

When you're in combat together,

you trust someone with your life.

It's a brotherhood forged in fire.

Well, we've been shot at.

A lot of times.

I didn't mean it like that.

We don't have a brotherhood forged in fire?

Okay, okay, stop.

I even brought you a beer to cheer you up.

Don't make me break this rifle out again.

Love you, man.

Good night.

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