All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles - 1x15 - 1515

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- How can I help you?

I was interested in
leasing a safe deposit box.

There are some requests in
life that are beyond my power.

Yours happens to be one for which

I am eminently qualified.

- Eminently qualified?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Okay.

Uh, means I'll have to ask
you a few personal questions.

Well, not too personal, I hope...

Curtis.

Uh, just name, address and...

telephone number.

It's essential, I promise you.

Just banking regulations these days.

- You know how it is.
- Yeah.

Nobody move!

Get away from the desk!

Behind the counter...

Let me see your hands!

The rest of you, on the ground.

Get on the ground!

Now! You, down!

Get down now! Face down!

Federal Agent! Drop your weapons!

Wrong move, lady.

Johnnie!

Johnnie, no!

Please don't.

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Whoa.

Not cool.

Definitely not cool.

You want me to handle this?

Knock yourself out.

It's stuffed.

It's a king cobra.

Its venom could kill a
grown man inside 15 minutes.

Thought these things were bigger.

Yeah, not so big until he's stretched out

and locked onto your butt.

Looks like Jeffrey Dahmer's evidence box.

Think this is Nate's?

Mine.

- Sorry.
- Mine.

Oh, we thought maybe Hetty
was having a garage sale.

What is all this stuff?

Just prized possessions,

sacred belongings, heirlooms and memories.

Irreplaceable items that
cannot be assigned a price.

This is priceless?

Are you kidding?

A full set of 72 ultra jelly bracelets

from Roppongi, Tokyo?

Wow.

G has a thing for ultra jelly bracelets

- from Roppongi, Tokyo.
- All right.

Ok, there was a break-in
in my apartment building,

and couldn't let the
crooks take my stuff, so...

Yeah, what is the price on
the black market these days

for a, uh, poppycock baby doll?

It's not just any poppycock baby doll.

This is, uh...

It's Pete.

I keep my mementos

in a GSA class 6 fireproof safe

drilled to the floor of my den

under false wooden panels.

Yeah, you got toe protected.

Okay, GSA class 6 is military grade.

What do you keep in there?

It's classified.

What about you?

Where do I keep my stuff?

- Yeah.
- Here.

No, no, I don't

mean memories. I mean...

I mean stuff, like this.

G doesn't have stuff.

I find pack rats and hoarders fascinating.

You know, they tend
to be closet romantics.

I'm sorry. Did you just call me a hoarder?

He said "pack rat" first.

Wow.

Ah, memories.

I still mourn the loss of
my most prized possession.

Traces of it are still
embedded in the asphalt

along a quarter mile stretch

of the Circuit De Monaco in Monte Carlo.

I don't even think it was
the most expensive thing

I ever owned, but it
certainly was the fastest.

I don't it was the most expensive thing

new case on deck.

Dude, is that a king cobra?

This happened last month on
Mutanabbi Street in Baghdad.

Six marines wounded, one killed.

An ambush.

Followed by a robbery.

$5 million in U.S. currency.

Reconstruction funds headed
for local contractors.

The Jihadist Raiders
Front took credit for it.

I've heard of these guys.

Formed in 1994

by Abu Al Jaleel.

The state department considers
the Jihadist Raiders Front

to be one of the more
high-profile terrorist groups.

They got cells right across the Mideast.

Well, how did th find
out about the shipment?

You need top secret clearance

to g access to those convoy routes.

Routes were leaked.

After the ambush,

delta raided a safe house

used by the Jihadist Raiders Front.

One of the things they
recovered was a SIM card

with an L.A. phone number
on it, belonging to...

Staff Sergeant Chad Jeffcoat,

who just happens to be a
military customs inspector

with access to convoy routes.

They called him three
days before the ambush.

Address?

Rents a Bungalow in Redondo Beach.

Address is on your phone.

His shift starts in, oh, an hour.

You really have a GSA
class 6 safe in your den?

I told you, I have to
keep my valuables safe.

What valuables?

I have a mint condition
Patrick Ewing rookie card,

a football signed by
the 1986 New York Giants,

and the entire run of the
silver surfer comic book series.

Plus a couple of tickets for
the Lakers-Knicks tomorrow night.

And they're both spoken for.

- What else?
- What do you mean, what else?

Why does there have to be a "what else"?

Because that was way too easy.

And because that is your
"I'm hiding something" laugh.

- There is nothing else.
- No, there is definitely something else.

We're here.

That can't be it.

Conversation's over.

Is this a Navy Seal thing?

I'll show you a Navy Seal thing.

I'm waiting.

I have a Michael Jackson
glove from the Badtour in '87.

He threw it out in the front row

at the Madison Square Garden show.

One of those white gloves?

He was the King of Pop, G.

Yeah.

With the sequins.

The King of Pop.

Why was it just the one glove and not two?

If you have to ask, you just don't get it.

Jeffcoat. Focus.

How you doing?

Good morning.

Chad's a buddy.

We were supposed to pick him up for lunch,

but he doesn't seem to be around.

You haven't seen him have you?

No, not today, buddy.

Thanks.

Have a good day.

Hey, g?

Just the one glove?

Don't do it.

It's blood.

It's a blood trail.

No discoloration. That's still fresh.

Spent nine millimeter shell.

E shooter must have used a silencer.

Otherwise, the neighbors
would have called in.

Jeffcoat's wounded, he runs...

Second nine millimeter shell.

So, he takes a second round,

but he's still on his feet.

Runs towards the car.

Trail ends here.

Perp either finished
him off, or he got away.

How far can you get
with two rounds in you?

Not far enough.

So where's the body?

I always unlock the car

with the remote as I
come o the front door.

Trunk or backseat?

Trunk.

I'm going backseat.

Less lifting.

Nada.

Guess Chad's not coming to lunch.

Okay, if you were Jeffcoat,

where would you hide your
most prized possessions?

Depends on what my most
prized possessions are.

No loose floorboards.

Hmm... no wall safes.

Bedroom's clear.

Here.

Dishwasher door jammed.

False panel?

Oh!

Wow!

That's one way to launder money.

Ten-k brick.

It's a great place to hide stuff.

Unfortunately, I don't have
a dishwasher at my place.

If Jeffcoat suspected he was in trouble,

he would've taken this and bolted.

Not put on his uniform
and headed in to work.

Could've leaked the convoy route,

got paid, thought he was in the clear.

Or he crossed the wrong
person along the way.

Yeah, but who?

And where?

250,000. Sequential serial numbers.

That kind of money...

a guy could buy a lot of sequined gloves.

He wore it onstage.

It has sentimental value.
You can't put a price on that.

- Kensi.
- Yeah?

What's your opinion a man

who owns a sequined Michael Jackson glove?

The King of Pop?

I like this guy already. Who is he?

What's the word from treasury?

Serial numbers came from the
shipment of reconstruction funds

stolen by the Jihadist
Raiders Front in Baghdad.

Well, the attack was last month.

That's plenty of time for
Jeffcoat to get back to him.

And...

One of the keys you
found on Jeffcoat's lawn

was generated by an
airstrip in the North Valley

that rents out hangar spaces.

He own a plane?

Nope.

Don't lose it.

And don't spend it.

What is this?

Oh, uh...

The blues.

Yeah, may not look like it, but, um,

I got soul.

Cool harmonica, huh?

My harmonica.

Sorry.

It was sitting on the table.

I... I thought it was Dom's.

No. It was a gift from my dad.

You don't talk about him much.

We were living on a base
in the middle of nowhere.

And one night I wanted to go out
with my friends to the movies.

He said no.

He left me at home to go and have a beer

with some guys in his platoon.

So, I snuck out anyway.

Titanic.

- Huh?
- The movie.

I loved it. I still do.

And you can make fun of me
all you want, I don't care.

Anyway...

after that, I came home.

He didn't.

MPs found his body on the side
of the highway the next day.

Coroner needed dental
records to identify him.

What about his drinking buddies?

Questioned. Cleared.

Shipped out.

Se was never solved.

I was 15.

So, um,

I never got to speak to them.

Well...

He would've been proud of you.

You play this better than I do.

Well, you should see me play my banjo.

Hmm...

Looks like we missed a party.

Ah!

Via Baghdad.

From the looks of it,

this is the rest of the stolen five mil.

Ski masks.

Coveralls.

Never been worn.

Looks like someone's
planning on taking something

that doesn't belong to them.

Whoa.

Not going to ask twice.

Schematics

from the certified national
bank in downtown L.A.

Jeffcoat was tied to a bank crew?

Why rob a bank when you've
already got a duffel bag

stuffed with millions of dollars?

Yeah...

Salerno, you here?

Federal Agents! Stop right there!

G, you okay?!

G?!

You really got tickets to the
Lakers game tomorrow night?

Huh...

I wouldn't do that.

Nope.

Bad idea.

The worst.

He didn't read the sign.

Gotta read the sign.

Okay.

What is it, Eric?

Uh, Kensi just called from the hospital.

The hostile that you
wounded in the shootout

just came out of surgery.

Michael Joseph Benelli.

He's an ex-con who
specializes in high-end heists.

And the money?

Just spoke with treasury.

It the remaining $4.75 million

from the convoy attack in Baghdad.

How does an L.A. bank crew
wind up with terrorist money?

Guys have skill sets.

They're always for hire.

You think a Jihadist
terrorist group paid these guys

- $5 million to rob a bank?
- Maybe there was something

in the bank they really wanted.

Maybe the money was just
a down payment for the job.

There's more.

I just reviewed the security cam footage

from outside the hangar and got this

from approximately 48 hours ago.

That's the mailman we saw
outside of Jeffcoat's bungalow.

Facial rec ID'd him as Damien Salerno.

Prime suspect in 14 bank robberies

over the last 15 years.

Finally caught him on an unrelated tax
charge. Released from prison in May of '08.

- Wasn't Mike Renko on that case?
- Yeah, he was.

LAPD also think 's involved
in at least five murders,

but they can't prove it.

Jeffcoat makes it six.

I guess Salerno decided

his piece of the piece of
the pie wasn't big enough.

He's what you call
mastermind and muscle rolled

into one felonious package.

Dr. Cohen to Peds ICU.

Dr. Cohen to Peds ICU.

Mr. Benelli?

Nice.

A nurse who wears black leather

looks like I made it to heaven, after all.

I need to talk to you.

You're not the cop that shot me?

No. You wouldn't be here if I was.

My kind of girl.

So, uh, what do you think
Salerno's going to do

when he finds out he's lost all his money?

Why don't you ask him?

'Cause you were the
only guy who walked away.

Then you're talking to a dead man.

Not if you work with us.

It took some digging,

but I think I figured out

why these guys are targeting
it this particular bank.

Okay, since 9/l1, the FBI has been trying

to cut off terrorist groups
from their financial assets.

Their most recent success was freezing

a series of bank accounts used
by the Jihadist Raiders Front.

What's the amount?

Over $50 million.

And guess where those funds are located?

Certified national bank,
downtown L.A. branch.

The raiders want their money back.

They hired the best heist team
in town to get it for them.

But Salerno doesn't come cheap.

He demands an up-front payment.

Right, so they attack the convoy,

take the cash, and ship to Salerno.

Jeffcoat must have been a middle man.

He had t security clearance

to leak the convoy route to the raiders.

He told them he'd bring
Salerno in to hit the bank.

Yeah, but no bank keeps
$50 million in its vault.

Don't need to.

Banks retain assets electronically

you have the right account numbers,

swift codes, passwords, you
can shift money electronically

anywhere, anytime.

Then why pay a heist crew?

Why not hire a hacker?

Because banks have
unique security protocols

for funds frozen by the FBI.

You have to have physical access

to the actual terminal to move the money.

But that's never stopped you before.

Well, most hackers don't have
access to the toys that I do.

I could makes all very
wealthy in about two minutes.

I mean, if you wanted me to.

Not that you would want me
to. Not that I would want to.

I'm just saying, you know?

What exactly are you saying, Eric?

I think this is an inside job.

All right, Eric, thank you.

What's his name?

Whose name?

The guy in the bank. The man
who's gonna wire the money back

to this terrorist group
and then tell the cops

that he was ordered to
do it by the bank robbers.

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

I'll tell you what I'm talking about.

I want the name of the guy in the bank

o's gonna wire the $50 million
to the Jihadist Raiders Front.

The bank robbery was just a front...

an excuse so no one will
suspect the man on the inside.

I'm tired.

I need to sleep.

Well, sleep on this.

Yore facing a lot of years in prison.

We can cut you a better deal than Salerno.

Eric?

Yeah, Kensi?

You're on speaker.

- I'll take it from here.
- Yes, ma'am.

He's not going to tell us.

Yeah, it was a long shot.

I was hoping he'd cut a deal.

Will this guy lead us to Salerno?

Well, not willingly.

He's terrified of crossing
him, and for good reason.

Then maybe he'll
unwillingly take us to him.

Already on it.

Guys, guys, message from Mike Renko.

He says he's got someone who
can help us with this case.

Meet him at the boat shed.

On our way.

What's the prognosis, doc?

Well, Benelli's entire
value system is based

on the use of violence.

The threat of Salerno finding
him will be too much to bear.

He's gonna run back to his
boss and beg for his life.

Good thing I tagged him
before he woke up from surgery.

GPS and audio taped under the, uh...

shoulder bandage?

That was smooth.

Mm-hmm

Oh, yeah.

Hey.

Up top. Come on.

I need to get this tail started.

And you need to get out of t.

The ever vigilant
Special Agent Mike Renko.

Late night clubbing, rock star?

I was working undercover
with a bunch of tweekers.

Freaking guys never sleep.

What you got for us?

Detective Matt Bernhart.

He's a buddy of mine in LAPD.

Busted Salerno eight years ago.

You ill have friends in LAPD
after the thing with the cop?

And her horse?

You guys didn't tell
Hetty about that, did you?

How could you do that?

It wasn't technically illegal.

But it was disturbing.

Yeah.

So, Bernhart?

He's a good guy?

Uh... yeah.

I heard hesitation.

Sam, did you hear that? Hesitation.

I see it, I hear it.
Hell, I can even smell it.

Bernhart's been known to walk
outside the lines a little bit,

but he always gets results.

So he's dirty?

When you're a cop, there's a fine line

between being dirty and effective.

Mm-hmm.

We'll pass. This case is

already hot enough as it is.

Okay, first of all,

this guy's your best chance
at getting close to Salerno.

Second of all...

he's here already.

Hey.

Detective Matt Bernhart,
Special Agents Callen and Hanna.

How you doing?

- Good.
- Good.

- Hey, man, what's going on?
- How you doing?

- Good, good.
- All right.

All right.

Why don't you tell these
guys about Salerno, Matt?

All right.

He's getting old.

He's not pulling heists anymore.

He's planning them.

He's sending a crew in

and getting a cut of the score.

Good to know.

Now, Salerno's point man

is usually this psycho whack job

by the name of Johnnie Manning.

Johnnie Manning.

He wasn't one of the guys
who showed up at the hangar.

It's lucky for him.

Thanks for the heads-up, guys.

Wait. That... that's it?

You're kidding me.

Thanks, pal.

Thanks.

Callen, it's me.

Benelli's back at the
North Valley airstrip.

Looks like he's waiting for someone.

Okay, we're on our way.

Hey, Hetty.

590. Eight-round capacity.

not my favorite weapon, but it's, um...

It's a useful to in a tight spot.

Yeah.

Hmm... it's not loaded, is it?

Just checking.

I do prefer it with
the upper picatinny rail

and the modified standard heat shield,

but then my tastes are
more refined, no doubt,

than reprobate bank robbers'.

I'm sorry for asking, Hetty,

but, um, would it the recoil be just...?

It's a bitch.

No, no. I'm good. Good.

More of a... surveillance guy.

You know, with the
headphones and microphone.

Um...

Kensi talked to me

about her dad today.

Tragic.

Yeah.

You know, it's still an open case.

She said she still had some
questions for some of the guys

who were supposed to
be with him that night.

They're out there somewhere.

What happens when she finds them?

How do you know she hasn't already?

- What do you got, Kensi?
- Nothing.

He's just waiting.

Hello, Mick.

Salerno, where are you?

Where's my money, Mick?

Listen, I did everything I could

to keep it safe, you got to believe me.

I hear law enforcement got it.

What did you do, tip them
off, cut yourself a deal, Mick?

No. Salerno, no.

Kensi, do you see Salerno?

He's got to have eyes on Benelli.

No, I don't have him.

He could be anywhere.

So, now it's a sprint, huh?

See who gets taken down
first... me or the bank.

Are you nuts? You're still
going through with the bank?

It's not like

I can give them back their
down payment, now, can I?

The Jihadist Raiders
Front is expecting this job

to get done in the next five days.

None of this should have happened

if you hadn't taken down Jeffcoat.

We could've pulled the
bank job and walked away.

Oh, I'm still pulling it.

You want me to show you
how much I need your help?

Guys, Benelli's down. Benelli's down!

We're moving in!

Shot came from the North.
High ground, North gate.

I can't see him. I can't see him, Sam.

All right, everything Salerno had

on certified national bank is right here.

Got the game plan, escape route.

Everything but the date and time

they plan on making their move.

What are the chances Salerno's
gonna get a new crew together?

He either goes tough with
this, or he's gonna be looking

over his shoulder the rest of his life.

We identify the inside man at the bank,

then the Jihadist Raiders Front

will lose the key piece
in this whole plan.

Just combed through a list
of the bank's employees.

Ran them through some vectors.

No red flags like criminal records,

except for one who sticks out.

Meet...

Curtis Lacross.

Okay, did his college
year abroad in Egypt.

He's active on Jihadist web sites with

a radical bent, and

he's made seven phone calls
to Baghdad in the last month,

all to satellite phones
that are now disconnected.

It's a raiders tactic.

They issue new phone
numbers every 14 days.

Makes them impossible to track down.

Curtis is also

single.

He got active membership to four different

online dating sites.

Hmm...

Hmm...

Am I the only one who
wonders why there is a suspect

in every case who
happens to be a bachelor?

Well, seeing as how

criminals tend to be males
with antisocial proclivities...

And also wonders why
that always seems to be

the vector that we go after first.

The lowest hanging fruit

is the easiest to pick, Agent Blye.

Seriously, Curtis is gonna
take time to get close to.

Salerno and his crew could hit this bank

at any point in the next five days.

As despicable as the man is,

Salerno isn't our primary target here.

The Jihadist Raiders Front is.

We need to confirm who's
working inside the bank

and make sure they give up

everyone else involved,
both here and in Baghdad.

And the clock is ticking,

Mr. Callen.

You ever thought of
getting a safe deposit box?

Okay

time to dial in the Kensi charm.

Yeah, always me with the charm.

Jelly bracelets.

For good luck.

Okay.

Okay, Eric,

Kensi's going in.

All right, Sam.

Accessing the bank cameras now.

Hands where I can see 'em!

You we too far, Johnnie!

Hey, say my name again,
you're next! Roll with it.

Sam, I'm down.

I'm going in.

Cell phones on the ground in front of you!

Let's go! Move!

Anybody that works here, line up

behind the counter. Let's go. Come on.

Move! Let's go.

All employees, we're moving
to the back of the bank.

Single file line. Now!

Okay...

Eric, I'm going around the back.

All right, Sam, I'm gonna
disable the fire alarm

and locks, so you can get
inside the bank's emergency exit.

You want to live, do not look at me,

do not look at my colleagues.

Do you understand?

Let's go! Now! Get back, come on!

Two minutes!

Speak to me, Eric. Bandit: Go, go, go!

LAPD's on their way.

Move it!

Keep moving!

All right.

This is it.

You know what to do.

Now!

Me on!

I... never got the call.

There's been a change of plans.

The cops are onto us.
Salerno pulled it up.

You want your money, we gotta do it now.

Him.

Curtis? What is this?

You're about to find out.

My name is Connor Lavery.

I'm the manager of this branch.
I don't want anyone to get hurt.

Just please... just tell me
what it is you want me to...

Get your hands up!

You're gonna take us to your office.

Right now, Connor.

Let's go.

Approaching back door.

The door's locked, Eric.

Hold on. It looks like the bank upgraded

their security system last month.

I'm going to need some time

to work my way around it
and breach their server.

As quick as you can.

What do you want me to do?

Account 6441865-313.

There should be about
$50 million in there.

You will transfer
everything in that account

to this bank, using your pass codes.

Istanbul?

Do what he says,

and you might see your
wife and kids again.

Yes. Okay.

Come on, Eric.

Going as fast as I can, Sam.

We're almost there.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Almost, almost.

It's... it's done.

Yeah? We're good, let's roll.

I copy.

Copy that.

Follow me.

Come on, Eric! Three seconds, Sam.

Get down! Get down!

Go!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Curtis has left the building.

On behalf of the LAPD,

I'd like to say it's a pleasure
doing business with you.

You're good.

Yeah? And you have no idea

how much it pains him to admit that.

I'm a man of many flaws.

Taste in friends is not one of them.

Most of the time.

Come on, this is my idea of a good time.

He's growing on me.

Yeah, does a good psycho.

Ah, well, there's worse
ways to make a living.

All right.

Show ain't over yet.

Okay, everybody, this
operation is concluded.

Many thanks to all of you

at the LAPD for your help with this op.

Remember, the bank employees

do not know this was
an undercover operation.

They've all been transported

back to the precinct for questioning.

Impressive performance.

Not quite Oscar-winning,

but definitely worthy of a nomination.

Hey, at least I made
Curtis believe it was real.

Next time

I'll be the bad guy.

All right.

Fine by me.

Got it, Eric.

We're on our way..

The GPS tracker you slipped

into Curtis' shirt is up and run.

All right, LAPD's gonna
question all the bank employees.

Stay with them.

All right. Where do you think
Curtis is gonna lead us now?

We'll find out. Okay.

Guess the jelly bracelets worked.

Looks like he's here to meet someone.

Eric, tell me you have
control of that wire transfer.

We can't let the raiders
get a hold of that money.

I'm getting close.

Still trying to figure out the subtleties

of the Turkish electronic banking system.

Okay, Mr. Subtle. We''ll, stay on it.

Kens, have all the bank
employees been released yet?

Half an hour ago.

LAPD's not too happy about
it. From what they can tell,

none of them were involved in the heist.

Thanks, Kensi.

That's Lavery, the bank manager.

Wasn't how I thought it'd go down.

You never said anyone
was gonna get killed!

They shot that woman.

She was a federal agent.
She left them no choice.

So, now we're both accessories to murder.

That's not the only problem we've got.

Transfer hit Istanbul.

Problem is, money's disappeared.

What? How'd this happen?

You tell me.

You think I stole it?

I'm supposed to be on a
plane to Syria in two hours.

You were the one who was
always in it for the money!

And I was supposed to take my cut
and go back to work Monday morning

so, where did it go?

I...

It can't be.

I think I look pretty good, too,

for a guy who took two shots this morning.

What is this?

For the first time today, it's
exactly what it looks like.

CBP has just apprehended Damien Salerno.

He was, quote, "trying to get
over the border into Mexico."

He's with Renko now,

about the Jihadist Raiders Front.

Well, that is great news.

you still haven't found
a satisfactory spot

for your stuff?

No.

I was going rent a safe deposit box,

but, um, what happens when I want my stuff

and the banks are closed?

Ah!

I've done a pretty good job, I think,

of letting go of my attachment
to most physical objects

but I've never been able to let go

of my antique jewelry collection.

It's in a safe place,

and I could certainly
make room for your things.

Oh, I would never want to take
away space from your collection.

Oh, well, that would be impossible.

I have an entire warehouse in Santa Monica

devoted to it.

Okay.

Thank you.

But, um... there's just
certain things, you wanna keep

within arm's reach.

Well, in that case,

we have extra space in
the archives room in back.

Your things would be safe and close by.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Callen.

Mr. Hanna.

What can I do for you this evening?

A quarter mile stretch of asphalt.

Circuit de Monaco. Monte Carlo.

It's not the most expensive
thing you've ever owned.

But it was definitely the fastest.

Gentlemen, I'm late

for a very important meeting.

Ferrari?

Aston Martin?

1955 Porsche Spyder.

A... work of... art.

I just never got used to the understeer.

So, uh,

I have this safe at home.

GSA class 6.

I keep a few things under lock and key.

Like tickets to the
Lakers-Knicks game tonight.

I thought those were spoken for.

I wanted to see how you'd handle

with the sequins. Yeah.

And?

And I am cutting you a break... again

I like you cutting me a break.

Very nice, and I'll even
let you wear the glove.

Gonna take a pass on that one.

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