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Passenger
Brooks, please meet your party

in the baggage-claim area,
Carousel 4.

Passenger Brooks, meet your party

in the baggage-claim area,
Carousel 4.

Will passenger Helbard please
pick up the white courtesy phone?

Passenger Helbard,
pick up the white courtesy phone.

Maintenance,
please report to Security Check 5.

Maintenance, please report
to Security Check 5.

Ball cap.

Oh, hey.

Hey. Hey.

Heading for the exit!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey!

Karen. Yes, I love you.

Karen?

That's the one I've been waiting for.

Oh, does Karen have a last name?

Can't remember.

- You can't remember?
- No.

But God bless her,
she put me over the top.

I now have 1,000 Facebook friends.

I worked so hard for this. Friending
everyone I've ever gone to school with,

worked with, dated, or met.
The toughest part for me

was trolling through the hundreds
and hundreds of random members

for anyone willing
to accept my invite.

Do you know how many criminals
cruise the Internet,

picking through your chat logs,
looking for information?

- You're not on Facebook, are you?
- No.

- MySpace?
- No.

- Linkedln? Twitter?
- No. No.

- Friendster?
- Friendster? I'm an undercover agent.

- I love Friendster.
- That's not normal.

You're telling me what's normal?
I've never seen you wear pants.

I meant Dom.

Friendster's only popular
in Southeast Asia now.

Three of the coolest people
I've ever met are from Myanmar.

The normal's relative.

More often than not,
online social-networking communities

are a pathetic attempt
to fulfil the needs

of the intersocially challenged.

You know, people fearful
of face-to-face risk taking.

It's just a theory.

What is this, Mr. Callen?

That is a knit combed cotton.

With a blood stain.

I would never bleed on your wardrobe.
It had to be a bad guy.

Good, bad, or ugly, I don't care.

The point is
you neglected to tell me about it

and now it's set long enough
so that it might be permanent.

Hetty, it's just a shirt.

No, no, no. This is not just a shirt.

This is a Savile Row,
100 percent polished Egyptian cotton,

hand-stitched with pearl buttons.

That thing you're wearing
is just a shirt.

Yeah, but it's a comfy shirt.

Your new colour scheme is black.

I can live with black.

Oh, Kens.

Late night, huh?

Um...

Agent Blye
has been on assignment.

How did it go, deary?

It went very well.

We gathered very important intel.

That's wonderful. You can return
your outfit to the wardrobe.

Your clothes are waiting
in your locker.

Thank you.

Nice try, Hetty.

Director Vance is on the system
in five. Move.

Hey, Eric.

Why don't you make Hetty
one of your friends?

She's friend number 251.
She writes to me every day.

In Greek.

The man you're looking at
is a former Marine.

Walton Monroe Flynn.

He's currently working
for Citdential Security,

one of the largest
private security firms

contracted by the U.S. Government
in Iraq.

Ten days ago,
Flynn killed an Iraqi businessman

that he was supposed to be
protecting.

He went into hiding. Citdential found
out that he was on his way to L.A.,

tried to take him at the airport
this morning.

They made a mess of it.

One of their men ended up dead.

Cowboys.

That's why the DOD
wants us involved.

You can't have private
security contractors

operating like a police force
on home ground.

It's a political hot potato,
so do not drop it.

We'll find him.

You can start with Citdential's CEO.

His name is Peter Caldwell.

- Eric.
- Director.

Congratulations on the milestone.

Aw, thank you.

Facebook.

He's friend number 500.

He's kind of honoured.

After I became CEO, I personally
recruited Flynn from the Marine Corps.

He was not only an operator,
but an Arabic speaker

and the company needed them.

Three months ago, he started
exhibiting behavioural problems.

What sort of behavioural problems?

He was trigger-happy.
Started drinking heavily.

You left him on the line?

- An oversight.
- An understatement.

So, what happened in Baghdad,
Mr. Caldwell?

Flynn was part of a security detail
protecting an Iraqi businessman.

Nasir Amini was a key player
in the country's stability,

especially with the start
of the U.S. Troop withdrawal.

Flynn snapped. Took Amini out.

He got away
before we could stop him.

Flew out of the Middle East
via Istanbul.

We got a report
he was headed for L.A.

We tried to apprehend him
this morning.

Yeah, that didn't go so well.

Aimes was a good friend.
Flynn didn't need to kill him.

Flynn was one of our best.

He's trained to kill quickly
and efficiently.

He's even more dangerous
now that he's mentally unstable.

We'd like to help you find him.

I think you guys have done enough.

Let us take it from here.

This is the security-cam footage
from LAX.

Looks stressed.

Travel can do that, particularly
if you're on the run for murder.

- Background?
- Broken home.

Dad busted in a drug conspiracy
when Flynn turned 7.

Mom was a drunk.

- That's a great start.
- Oh, it gets better.

String of foster homes,
a few trips to juvie.

He signed up for the Marines
the day he turned 18.

And the military gave him the family
and structure that he never had.

The only other choice
would have been a gang.

Why did he pick one over the other?

It was a chance
to get away from it all.

Gangs give you structure,
but they keep you in the same place.

The military's all about starting over.

Unless you start
to repeat your behaviour.

Flynn's military record shows
commendations for bravery,

but there's also a handful of side trips
to the brig.

Run the video, Eric.

Flynn bolted from the terminal
with two Citdential agents on his tail.

Outside the terminal, they chased him
across three lanes of traffic

where a third Citdential picked him up
as he ran into a parking garage.

Flynn evaded the agent
in a stolen car.

The chase wound up on the roof.

When the agent started firing,

Flynn mowed him down with the car
and took off on foot.

Brutal.

Any other insights, Nate?

The question is, where did he go?

The logical answer would be as
far away from the airport as possible.

Spock said, "Logic is the beginning
of wisdom, not the end."

- Double back.
- Double back.

Fast forward, Eric.

There's our guy.

He went back to the terminal.

He was waiting for someone
to pick him up.

You gotta love Star Trek.

Double espresso
was speaking to me.

Been hearing voices
from caffeinated beverages long?

Since the brownies started
giving me the silent treatment.

- Couple of things you should know.
- All ears.

Citdential sent Flynn's psych profile.
It's juicy stuff.

- Baited breath. What else do you got?
- Hetty's in the kitchen.

All indicators point
towards a psychotic break.

My guess is undiagnosed PTSD
complicated by his upbringing.

What about his upbringing?

Possible abuse in foster homes.

Probably didn't know his parents
or where he came from.

A childhood like that
can cause psychological...

I get it.

Uh, okay.

Something I don't get is he might have
had a breakdown in Iraq,

but he certainly was lucid
about his trip to L.A.

He could have gotten
off on the East Coast,

but instead, he flew straight here.

He's in L.A. For a reason.

Ragtop Jeep.

Surf racks on the roof,
bumper stickers on the rear.

Rear licence plate was blocked
by the spare tyre.

No plate on the front.

Well, what kind of bumper stickers?

"I had a handle on life, but it broke.

Don't steal,
the government hates competition."

And my personal favourite,

"Be sincere,
whether you mean it or not."

Speaking of the driver...

No facial, tats on the left arm.
Male or female.

- Male.
- Woman.

Yeah.

More on the tats.

Tebori style.

It's a traditional form of tattooing.
They use needles instead of a gun.

Only a couple of places
do that kind of work.

Well,
orange suggests impulsiveness.

The surf racks,
an adventurous nature.

The Jeep is youth
or the pursuit of youth.

The bumper stickers.

Sense of humour,
maybe contempt for authority.

- The tats?
- I could go one of two ways.

To an older generation,
they're a sign of rebellion

and to someone younger,
because they're so ubiquitous,

it might mean conformity.

So basically, you don't have squat.

I'd say it's more of a broad spectrum
of possibilities.

Yeah. That's what they call squat.

There's something else.
A link to L.A.

A really, really good link to L.A.

Flynn's former foster brother
owns a gun shop in the valley.

Chad Ellis.

Thanksgiving must be a hoot.

You looking for someone?

One of my pit stops as a kid
was a couple blocks from here.

Wonder if I'm passing anyone
I used to know.

Not that it matters now.

If it didn't matter, you wouldn't
have brought it up, G.

Oh, my God, he's so hot
Oh, my God, he's so cold

Oh, my God, I'm so messed up
I don't know which way to go

Be there in a second.

What was your first like?

We're talking tats, right?

Yeah, we're talking tats.

San Diego, 16, nervous as hell.
Didn't really know what to expect.

Afterwards, I just kind of felt
like a man, you know?

I don't know how else to explain it.

We're talking tats, right?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

Uh...

This your work?

Did it about two years ago.

Chick named Cherry.

Does Cherry have a last name?

The world's full of people
with no last name.

Sting, Prince, Br�no.

Cops?

- Would it make a difference?
- I don't have time for this, okay?

She paid in cash. That's all I know.

If you don't mind,
I have a customer waiting.

There can't be many places left.

Nowhere you're ever gonna see.

Why would Chad Ellis' gun store
be closed on a weekday?

Better question is,

why is the door unlocked
if the store's closed?

Careful, Dom.

Lucky escape for the cat.

For Chad, not so much.

I cross-checked the name Cherry
with orange Jeeps through DMV

and I got a hit on a Cherise Dawson.

From there, it was cake.

Opened her electronic belly up
like a pop-up book.

Work and home addresses,

phone numbers and logs,
e-mail address entry.

And we are just getting warmed up.

Guess where she went to high school?
No?

Ridgewell High
in Springfield, Missouri.

Guess who else went there?
Feeling the love?

That's right. Walton Monroe Flynn.

And are you ready for this?

She's one
of your Facebook friends?

Not mine.

Walton Monroe Flynn's.

A few months ago, he friended her.

For you older guys, that's the lingo

for when someone asks you
into their friends list.

What's the lingo for when someone
smacks you with a flip-flop?

Okay, so for a couple weeks,
he played the catch-up game.

You know, nothing revealing.

And then it stopped.

Well, that's not unusual.

After the first blush
of curiosity wanes,

that realisation sets in that
most of these old acquaintances

have nothing in common anymore
and communication ends.

But here is the fly
in the psychological ointment.

A week ago, Flynn contacted her again
and said he was coming to L.A.

Wanted to reconnect in person.

Put Flynn and Cherise up
side by side.

- What are you thinking, G?
- She looks innocent.

No, he's using her.

Might be for money, might be for
a place to crash, but he's using her.

You could be right.

You know,
something's bothering me

about the gun-shop murder.

Coroner said that Chad Ellis
was beaten to death.

There were two pistols missing
from the inventory.

If this is what Flynn wanted,
why not just take them?

Why torture him?

He was an interrogator in Iraq.

He could have gotten a taste for it.

Maybe.

We should keep a quiet read
on our two leads.

See what shakes up.

Would you like her house
or her work?

Now, you're sure
about the census-taking thing?

No, not just census takers, Sam.

Census takers for a community action
organisation for social justice.

Look, Cherise is a tattooed
Venice hippie chick.

She'll practically invite us to move in.

Not home.

Or she is
and she ended up like Chad.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Hm. Ginseng iced tea,

soy milk, veggie burgers,

half a cheese steak sandwich.

Left us a present.

Cherise?

Yeah?

Oh, my God. Is that you?

Uh...

Regina Sanders. Ridgewell High.

Oh, come on.
I haven't changed that much, have I?

All right, I do have to confess.
I have had a little work done.

But I'm still me. Just a little more
in some places, a little less in others,

depending on what body part
we're talking about.

I'm...

So... You don't remember me,
do you?

- I am sorry.
- No, it's fine. Don't even.

It was a huge high school
and I wasn't exactly "Miss Popularity."

- I have to go to work.
- This is so cool that we met like this.

I have been thinking
about senior year.

Ever since I got an invite on Facebook
from Walton Flynn.

Remember him?

Uh, kind of.

I was his lab partner in chem
for, like, a semester.

Whoever thought
that he would remember me?

I do admit,
I did have a little crush on him.

But then I did have a crush on pretty
much anyone who wore pants.

Except Darlene Coporale.

But that was a different story,
if you know what I mean, right?

So have you spoken to Walton
since graduation?

No. I don't mean to be rude,
but I am late for work, so l...

Oh, absolutely.

Amazing to see you.
Well, okay, bye.

What do you got?

Our girl practically jumped out
of her skin when I mentioned Flynn.

He might have been here.

Eric's checking fingerprints
we pulled off an empty bottle.

What's the plan?

Eric's monitoring the home phone,
cell, Facebook page.

We're about finished wiring the place
and then we just wait and watch.

All right.

Wait and watch.

Wait and watch.

Is that a frog?

It's a swan.

From where? Chernobyl?

- Is that a wing?
- Yeah, it's a wing.

- Why are there three of them?
- There aren't three. That's the tail.

The tail?

Nothing.

I just didn't know
that swans had tails.

Well, they do.
A duck has a tail, right?

Maybe.

Or it could be a duck, then.

Keep it up.
You're gonna have to duck.

I'm just saying.

- What?
- Is everything okay?

Great.

Cherise just pulled into her street.

We got her.

We can take it from here, unless...

Thank you.

Company.

Eric, we've got an SUV behind us.

Three-India-delta-
whisky-six-seven-four.

I got it.

Think that's our man Flynn?

I don't know, but if it is, he's not alone.
There's two of them.

All right, it's a fleet vehicle registered
to our Citdential Security friends.

Didn't Sam make it clear to those guys
this is our investigation?

What do you want me to do?

I got it.

What's she doing?

Oh, we've been made.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You boys need me
to call a tow truck?

- We're good.
- Okay.

And it's another
busy morning on the 101

into downtown Los Angeles.

Traffic is slow and go...

No sign of Flynn.

Not even a phone call.
Cherise was home all night.

So why is this guy here?

We need to be more proactive
than just a stakeout.

- Well, what are you thinking?
- We get close to her at work.

Who's good at video games?

Back in the days,
I was pretty money at "Donkey Kong."

Yeah.

Nate's profile did suggest

that she's attracted to bad-boy types
who need saving.

Did he?

These were on sale at Lucky Brand.

They, uh, already have rips,
so a few more won't matter.

And this is the latest drivel
from what they call the music scene.

I thought we were going all black.

Well, sometimes damaged goods
can actually be more valuable

because of their unique qualities.

- Is that right?
- Mm. It's a thought.

I will try and take good care of them.

Don't try. Just do.

For your UltraSoft interview,

r�sum� and a little dirty laundry
on the manager.

Should work like a charm.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Wells.

We really don't have anything
for you.

You haven't looked at my r�sum�.

Okay. Well, I'm sure
you're more than qualified.

Let me guess. You've been gaming
since you were a little boy.

Experience in all platforms
and genres.

You have previous employment
in the field. Glowing recommendations.

Am I close?

- Very.
- Yeah.

Well, unfortunately, that's also
the history of the other 22 applicants

on the list ahead of you.
So I'm sorry.

Well, I guess we'll both be sorry.

I'll be out of a job
and you'll be in trouble.

Okay, well, I do like your confidence,
Mr. Wells, and you know what?

I'll even bite. What do you have
that no one else does?

What's under that r�sum�
you haven't read.

Um... Ahem.

Where did you get this?

Where's not important.

That I won't talk
about your creative tax return is.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

All right, this is you.

Now, let's see if you're as good
a gamer as you are an extortionist.

Welcome to Warrior Wing.

Make allies now or die.

Possible motive
for the killing in Iraq.

Amini wasn't a fan
of the American military presence

and especially
the private security firms.

He wasn't shy
about letting anyone know it too.

Eric? You there?

You guys, Callen's in trouble.

I got a situation here.

I'm pulling up your computer now.

Bug problems.
Really big bug problems.

All right.
You're up against a devil-droid.

You have to transform yourself
into a dweed.

I already feel like a dweeb
sitting here.

Not a dweeb, a dweed.

It's a combination
between a dwarf and a steed.

All right,
grab your treasure torch and...

Okay. Not good. Not good.

You have used up
17 virtual life-forces.

One more and you die.

Okay, we need to go to plan B, Eric.
Fast.

All right, you got it.

- Do you hear that, Sam?
- On it.

- Whew.
- Hello?

Mission accomplished. Lights out.

Listen up, everybody.
It's a building-wide power outage.

Engineering says they're not
gonna have it up anytime soon.

- I guess we get the day off.
- Yeah.

Okay, she's just left the building.

You've got about 20 seconds.

Is that a real 20 seconds,
or 20 seconds give or take?

Uh, more like five now.

Oh, yeah. Great.

I'm trapped under the next car over.

Do I have to do all the heavy lifting
around here?

Whoa!

Sorry.

It sounds like the starter.
Let me take a look.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Oh, yeah. Your solenoid's fried.

Is that bad?

Well, you could tow it to a mechanic
or I could switch it out tomorrow.

- You can do that?
- I can.

Well, you're a geek and a gear head.

- Yeah, I also cook.
- Nice.

I'll tell you what.
Let me give you a ride home.

- Oh, no.
- Which way you headed?

- You've done enough. I can call a cab.
- No way.

We geeks need to stick together.

I'll grab my bag.

All right.

Sweet.

I'll bet you didn't realise you'd have
to work hard on your first day.

How can I thank you?

That depends on how threatening you
think a bathroom and a beer would be.

Uh, considering my boyfriend's
gonna be home any second,

I don't think I have a lot
to worry about. Yeah.

Sounds good.

In position.

Back lane's covered.

I hope he realises how lucky he is.

Well, we hardly knew each other
in high school.

When we reconnected out here,
it just happened so fast.

I still can't believe it.

Heads up, people.

Our boy's here. Lock and load.

As soon as you say the word, G,
I'm coming through the front door.

He's entering the house.
Stand by, everyone.

Hey, babe.

Hey, baby. Mm.

Oh, Steve works with me.

He gave me a ride home
when my jeep died.

You want me to get you a beer?

It's my first day.

I didn't realise I'd be dealing
with "Talisman Four:

Warlords of the Vesuvian Moon"
and a solenoid.

Yeah.
I never got into the gaming thing.

Yeah, well, it's just...

It's something that kept me away
from dealing with the crap at home

when I was a kid so...

Yeah. Good to meet you.

Thanks.

Army. Don't hate.

Can't hate anyone who's served.

- Iraq?
- Two tours.

That's rough.

Yeah. Not as rough as after.

Come on. What is he waiting for?

Why isn't he giving us
the signal to go in?

Stand by.
We've got some action out here.

G, company. Front door.
Coming in hot and fast.

Dom, maintain your position.

Get down! Flynn!

Stand down! Stand down!

Holster your weapon.

Holster your weapon.

We're okay.

- What was that?
- Collecting our man.

- We were doing our job.
- You were doing our job.

If you'd done your job, we wouldn't
be here cleaning up your mess.

Hey, hey, hey. Look. Look. All right,
we jumped the gun, all right? Our bad.

But he killed one of our own.
You know how that feels.

I know about the rules of engagement
and code of conduct.

Now, get out of here before I forget.

You okay?

You're not a game tester, are you?

Did Flynn say why he came
to see you?

Uh, I wanted to believe
it was because he liked me.

Maybe he does.

It was the SIM card.

He gave you a SIM card?

I downloaded it for him.
It was encrypted.

He tried to pretend
like it wasn't important to him,

but he wanted me to decode it
for him.

I couldn't.
I mean, the card was damaged.

I'm a tester, not a programmer.
What did he expect?

Oh, everything he told me was a lie.

Maybe not everything.

It's him.

- Are you okay?
- Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I'll explain everything later.
Put your friend on.

- Yeah?
- I didn't do what they said I did.

Okay.

Well, why don't we
meet somewhere

and you can tell me
what really happened.

I've got unfinished business.

What kind of business?

I've gotta cut the head off a snake.

Then I'm a ghost.

Tell Cherise... Tell her I'm sorry.

I think you ought to tell her yourself.

You and I both know
it doesn't work that way.

Tell me what?

He told me I'm supposed
to stay away from you.

I guess he really does like you.

This SIM card is pretty messed up.

But it has something to do
with what Citdential is doing in Iraq.

Flynn may have lost it in Baghdad,

but whatever he's doing here
is different.

This is planned.

Enlarge that Citdential logo,
will you?

Bigger.

He's gonna take down Caldwell.
Citdential CEO.

Cutting the head off the snake.

Eric, get me Caldwell's schedule.

And I need to know
what's on that SIM card now.

All right, tonight he's giving a speech

on Middle East security
for a global conference

at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel
on Hollywood Boulevard.

Oh, it couldn't be more public.

When Caldwell gets out of his car
at the entrance,

he's gonna be completely exposed.

A perfect place to make a hit.

Wait, I got it. The SIM card's a video.

One hell of a video.

Okay, Kensi.
We're outside the Roosevelt.

Here comes Caldwell.

Talk to me, Kensi.

Eric, do we have
any more camera angles?

Wait. I've got him.

Flynn on the move.

Flynn, drop your weapon!

- Stand down!
- Keep your positions!

You know what this is about, Caldwell.

Eric, they need to see
the SIM card video now.

I'm already on it.
There's an electronic billboard

above the club across the street
from Madame Tussauds.

- Can you do it?
- Uh, maybe.

You don't have to do this.

If I'm going down,
that son of a bitch is going with me.

We decoded the SIM card.

Callen, it's on the screen
across the street. Madame Tussauds.

Look behind you.
Look at the screen.

Take him out!

Guess that leaves just you.

The video is from a mini-cam
that was mounted on Flynn's gun.

Kind of like a dashboard cam
in a cop car.

So Caldwell takes Amini out
and sets up Flynn to take the fall.

Then tortures his foster brother
Chad Ellis to death.

Shrinks have a term
for someone like that, doc?

Yeah.

Really screwed up.

DOD will do your intake locally,
then they'll ship you off to D.C.

For protective custody
until the trial's over.

Yeah, right.

And one day we'll both live
in the 'burbs,

barbecue with our neighbours,
and coach Little League.

I don't know.

Teaching your son how
to play baseball sounds pretty idyllic.

Yeah, it does.

But that's why we do what we do,
so others can live those lives.

When Caldwell goes on trial,
if he goes on trial,

I'll do whatever it takes
to keep you from testifying.

Protective custody or not.

The man does have access.

I've got half the Joint Chiefs
on a speed dial.

Ha.

What are you doing?

Ohh.

Oh.

Oh, how clever.

A duck.