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- Lemon drop?
- Not really my thing,

but keep them coming
for everybody else.

You know, if you ever get tired
of these downtown party ho's,

I'm around.

Whoa, I didn't think the Marines
made that much.

- You're not from here, are you?
- Seattle. How did you know?

L.A. Girls never ask
where the money comes from.

I'm gonna take a lap.

Catch you, Amy.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Yeah!

Aw. Heh.

Yo, B.

What's up, Alex?

On top of the world, dog.

What's up?

Over here. Whoo!

Brandon Valdivia.

No way.

It's not true.

Where's Brandon?

- Is this an argument?
- No.

A difference of opinion. I happen
to be right, you happen to be wrong.

For the record,
I'm right, you're wrong.

Operators are made,
they're not born, G.

- Skills can be taught.
- Mm-hm.

Hey, what was that guy's name?

- Swishman? Fishman?
- Swisher.

- Swisher. Chuck Swisher.
- Chuck Swisher.

Used to sit and study the ops manual
in the UC van.

- Yeah.
- Knew the regulation book

backwards and forwards.
Terrible operator.

Yeah, who used to overcompensate
for his lack of undercover skill

by knowing everything
about surveillance.

That doesn't make him a bad agent.
Teachers learn to be teachers,

cops learn to be cops.

And somebody taught Lebron
how to dunk from the free-throw line.

- SEALs learn to be SEALs, G.
- Oh, that's right.

You couldn't swim when you enlisted,
could you?

How long did they
let you wear the floaties?

Look,
I will take a lazy natural operator

over an all-night studier
any day of the week.

- It's too late, I already did it.
- Mm-hm.

Nature versus nurture.
Quite the conundrum.

You cannot use the word "conundrum"
before 9:30, Hetty.

Nine thirty-one, which means,
Mr. Callen, you're late.

So are you, Mr. Hanna.

Late for what?

Corporal Brandon Valdivia.
Twenty-five, single.

Went off the roof
of the downtown Apex last night.

Valdivia was stationed at a supply unit
at Camp Pendleton.

He just returned from a deployment
in Iraq three months ago.

Diagnosed PTSD.

Possible suicidal ideation,
anxiety disorder.

And because of his
mental health history,

L.A.P.D. Has already ruled it a suicide.

And we're investigating because?

Valdivia's family
is tight with their congressman.

The congressman calls SECNAV,

SECNAV calls the commandant
of the Marine Corps

who calls Director Vance.

It's the proverbial Pentagon shuffle.

Downtown Apex
is a high-end party spot.

They mix a meaningful mojito.

They have the most marvellous
pool on the roof.

It stays open all night
and it's kept at a balmy 92 degrees.

Have you people
never heard of a staycation?

Did Valdivia have any kind of record?
In the service or out?

No, not even a parking ticket.

- Did he have a room at the Apex?
- No, but I got a hit

on some turn-on service notices
for gas and electric.

The Social Security number
matches Valdivia's.

Looks like he had
an off-base apartment.

Culver City.

What's he doing with an apartment
90 miles from Pendleton?

Certainly not taking a staycation.

So do you think Hetty
was born or made?

Hatched.

How long have we been
working together, G?

- Two years?
- Three next month.

And the longest you ever had
the same partner was?

Your point?

Point is we complement each other.

- I'm a natural...
- I'm natural, you're made.

No, I'm the natural operator.

Well, if you're natural,
I'm supernatural.

That doesn't even make sense.

Let's see if Valdivia
left anything for us.

Clear.

Clear.

ESPN.

Military Channel.

Hoo-rah. I win.

- Beer and mustard.
- You sure you don't live here?

Meaningless sex with an endless
stream of beautiful women.

How empty.

This guy look depressed to you?

No suicide note.

It's like a post office in here.

What do you think
this guy was sending?

- "Guitar Hero."
- What?

I got receipts for the last two weeks
for 20, 40, 60, 80...

A hundred and 60 copies
of "Guitar Hero."

All paid for in cash.

A bunch of mom-and-pop shops.

Two and three at a time.

Why buy multiple copies
of a video game?

- Because it kicks major ass.
- I'll tell you one thing,

this guy Valdivia
was overpaying bigtime.

So basically, we've got a dead Marine
with no skill at volume-buying.

Oh, ye of little faith.

We've got receipts.

- Ever play "Guitar Hero"?
- Mm-mm.

I prefer the real thing.

Django Reinhardt, Gabor Szabo,

a little Hendrix
thrown in for good measure.

Dominic Vaile, I am liking you
more and more every day.

Speaking of video games,

Brandon Valdivia
went off the roof here,

and landed here, 227 feet down.

Now, normally, determining
cause of death in a high fall

is all about launch speed.

This one is more about
angle and placement.

Valdivia landed on his back,
relatively close to the building,

arms spread, in what's known as
the upturned-crucifix position.

That's a long way down.

His body could have flipped over
during the fall.

- Unlikely.
- But not impossible.

Also, he had a broken jaw.

- From the fall?
- Not if he landed on his back.

And there was no bruising
on the face,

which indicates
that the break was fresh.

- He was punched.
- Brandon Valdivia was unconscious

before he even went over the rail.

So someone knocked him out
with a shot to the jaw

and threw him backwards
off the roof.

Our suicide just became a murder.

It would take someone pretty strong

to throw a 200-pound Marine
off the side.

Eric, I got one camera
up on the roof.

- I'm on it.
- It's even better at night.

- Most things are.
- I'm the events coordinator.

- Callen.
- Special Agent Kensi Blye.

Did you know Brandon Valdivia?

Everybody knew Brandon.
It's so sad.

Was he a guest
at a lot of these parties?

Guest? He was the host.

For the last three Saturday nights,
Brandon paid for everything.

How much are we talking?

Open bar, hors d'oeuvres,
tray-passed shots.

This week, 27,000. In cash.

That didn't surprise you?

Who questions cash?

Don't ask, don't tell.

Amy was his waitress.

I'll be back.

You waited on
Brandon Valdivia last night?

He wasn't drinking.

Did you see him with anyone
in particular?

Just this guy he always hung with.
Alex, I think.

I don't know his last name.

Did you ever see Brandon and Alex
ever get into it or anything?

Fight? No. They loved it here.
Especially Alex.

You know, all you meet in this job
is Euro trash and wannabe actors.

Brandon was different.

He actually cared about who I was,
where I was from.

He had a lot of money, but mostly
he seemed like a nice, smart guy.

Now he's gone and that sucks.

I got customers.

Hey, I'll be right back.

All right,
your Alex is most likely Alex Walder.

He was Valdivia's rackmate.

They were deployed together in Iraq,

and now they're assigned
to the supply unit.

Okay, the Staff NCO in charge
is Gunnery Sergeant Jerrold Mulhearn.

Yeah, but he ships so much gear
out of Pendleton,

that they call him Gunny Pallet.

Like a pallet? Okay.

Great. Okay. All right, Sam and
Callen are headed to the base,

and Kensi's coming back here.

The quality's lousy.

Yeah. Not good enough
to run facial recognition.

What about the elevators?

All right.
Accessing last night's footage now.

Anyone pushing the top button
went to the roof.

Whoa!

Hello.

If only your vocabularies
could be augmented as much.

Busted.

We move more gear than
any other dock in the Marine Corps.

A hundred-thousand tons a year.

Everything from TOW missiles
to toilet paper.

That's impressive.

Any idea who would wanna see
Corporal Valdivia

take a swan dive off a roof?

Not a lick.

Kid was too stupid to have enemies.
I mean, no offence to the dead,

but that rock couldn't pour water
out of a boot

with instructions on the heel.

What about his hootchmate?

- Lance Corporal Walder?
- Yeah.

Dumber than a box of air.

Went to Sickbay this morning.
Probably swallowed his toothbrush.

Those two get along?

Yeah. Like Dumb & Dumber.

Walder followed Valdivia around
like a little lost puppy.

Until last week.

They got up in each other's grill,
ended up rolling around on the deck.

I figured I either had to pull them apart
or turn a hose on them.

- You know what that was about?
- Hell, no. I just wanted it to stop.

Appreciate it, gunny.

Look like you still handle yourself.
You a Marine?

Navy. Been out a while, though.

I'm just an old box kicker,
so you take this with a grain of salt,

but there was a time
when you could make these kids

into regular Marines.

Now if they aren't gangbangers
or convicts,

they're just some other kind of
major knucklehead.

It's almost getting too hard
to be worth it.

I hear you.

I said, almost.

Yeah, right.

Hello! Brain-dead.
I see half a dozen...

Gunny Pallet said
Walder went to Sickbay.

No, I checked.
He's not there and he's not in his rack.

I said move!

Eric. Yeah, get me an ID
on Alex Walder's vehicle.

- Tell me if it's left the base.
- Checking that for you right now.

Why buy multiple copies
of the same video game?

When I see multiple purchases,
- Resale.

People buy stuff
and sell it online all the time.

All right,
so first we search for the item,

and then we see
who has the most active listings.

Biggest local seller
is B Dog V in Culver City.

Brandon Valdivia.

He was buying the games
for an average of $129,

but selling them
for half that at auction.

Buy high, sell low.
That doesn't make sense.

Maybe they were fakes.

No, his feedback is perfect.
A hundred percent. Right there.

Maybe we're looking
at the wrong side of the equation.

Eric, can you compare the retailers

where Valdivia bought the games
to each other?

Well, we already know
they were small operations.

I mean, they aren't owned by the same
family, if that's what you mean.

They're spread out
all over L.A. County.

No discernible geographic pattern.

What about where the stores
got the games?

Distributors? Wholesalers?

All right. Different wholesalers.

A few had the same distributor.

They all use different banks,
but each bank is...

Wait for it.

- On the Secret Service
Counterfeit Currency Alert.

Different banks, different reporting.

That's why Valdivia
went to so many different stores.

And that's why it took Treasury
two weeks to issue an alert.

Valdivia bought
all those video games

with what the Treasury is calling
top-quality counterfeit bills.

- I gotta call you back.
- Thanks, Eric.

He bought them with the fakes,

sold them online,
got real money in return.

Not a bad little plan.

Yeah,
but where is a 25-year-old corporal

getting high-quality
counterfeit Benjies?

The quality is too good
for them to be homemade.

He's probably buying them.

[CELL PHONE RINGS

- Yeah.
- All right, take a look at your laptop.

I'm streaming you something now.

Got a search
going through Kaleidoscope,

and I got a hit on Alex Walder's car.

- Where?
- It just went off Pier 60 in San Pedro.

They're trying to locate any survivors.

The accident was caught
on a dockside security camera.

Stunned onlookers
watched in horror

as the car went off the pier
into Los Angeles Harbour.

You got it.

All clear.

Thanks.

Okay.
So Valdivia gets tossed off a building,

and Walder takes a long drive
off a short pier.

Somehow, they're all connected
over counterfeit hundreds.

You're going in, right?

The police divers can handle it,
I'm sure.

Yeah, but you're a SEAL.

You've been looking a little pale lately,
maybe you should go.

Uh-uh. Too many bullet holes
in me, Sam, I'd sink.

Well, the tide's going out. The body
could have floated out after impact.

Current would have
pulled him away pretty quick.

Eric? You got any more security
camera angles here at Pier 60?

Already checking.

Oh, and the Secret Service wants
to talk to you about counterfeit bills.

- Stall them.
- Too late.

Natalie Giordano, Secret Service.
I like your clubhouse.

You guys got a secret handshake
and a stash of girlie mags?

- Sam Hanna.
- Callen.

Just Callen.

Nice to meet you, Callen,
"Just Callen."

These are the bills
that Valdivia passed.

1995 series.
Rotating serial numbers.

Beautiful craftsmanship.

Portrait, vignette, ornaments,
lettering, script, scrollwork.

Not some Photoshop job either.

These were printed in a press
with real plates.

These are seriously tight.

We need to get into
the distribution network

and find out who sold these bills
to Valdivia.

We're tracking a murder.

Generally, hundreds show up
in Las Vegas near the casinos

where no one bats an eye at big bills.
That's where I'm stationed.

Do you ever get up to Vegas?

Now and then.

Hundreds are double hard
to counterfeit

because they have to beat the pen.

On counterfeit notes, the detection pen
reacts to the starch in the paper

and turns brown.

So the printing quality is amazing,
the paper, not so much.

That's why Valdivia passed them
at the mom-and-pop stores.

Less likely to use the pen.

So I say it's an open book
on everything we find.

I catch my counterfeiter,
you catch your murderer.

Who knows?
Maybe it's one and the same.

Ain't it great to share?

Well, regardless,
I will be staying here

until we get a collar
on whoever printed these.

Can you recommend
any good restaurants nearby?

FYI, no salads.

I think room service
is probably your best bet.

Room service? Really?

She did leave that door pretty
wide open with the restaurant thing.

Could have drove
a truck through it, G.

I don't date law enforcement.

Might wanna make an exception
this time.

Sam, you know the rule.
They got their own handcuffs, I'm out.

Look,
I think you're making a big mistake.

The room service she wants to order
isn't on the menu.

Eric, tell me something good.

I got into the traffic cams on the pier.
I pulled this.

It's not the best image,
but it's good enough to see.

Nobody in the driver's seat.

A few people on the pier,
they see the car go over.

They run toward the crash.

Except that guy. He's walking away.

Zoom, zoom, zoom.

I ran him through facial recognition.

Hello, Alex.

Guys, we've got a broadcast beacon
from Walder's phone.

Begins at the pier.

He checks his voicemails,
then switches off his phone.

He's only done this four times,
but it's enough to track a pattern.

It runs north up the 405
to the 10 East.

He could have hitched a ride
or jumped in the back of a truck.

Hey, nine minutes ago, someone
checked Walder's cell-phone voicemail

from a pay phone
on Wilshire and Western.

He's using pay phones now.
He thinks it's harder to trace.

He's moving east, and fast.

I mean, what is Walder doing?

What a good Marine is supposed to,
improvising.

Bring up the L.A. Metro map.
I wanna see the Purple Line.

He's on the subway.
Next stop is the last one.

Seventh and Fig.

A block away from the Apex Hotel.

- Why is he going back there?
- Maybe he left something behind.

Walder.

Don't do it. Don't do...

Let me go! Let me go!

Get your hands behind your back.

What's the matter with you?
You trying to jump off the roof?

What do you have here?
What do you have here? What is this?

- Are you crazy?
- No.

Then you must have been
real scared then.

So scared you thought
jumping off a roof

was better than
getting caught by us?

Who did you think we were, Alex?

Why did you go back to the roof?

I wanted to honour my friend.

- To be close to him.
- Maybe you shouldn't have

- thrown him off the roof.
- I didn't kill Brandon.

He was my best friend.

Every day in Iraq,
I was sure we weren't coming back,

but Brandon was like, "Dog,
keep your head down and follow me."

And I did.
I did and I came back home.

Your gunny said
he had to pull you two apart.

I was trying to get him
to stop having the parties.

Stop spending the money.

I told him.

He was gonna get killed for it.

Killed by who?

There was this kid.

Jason.

He was a couple years
older than me,

I lived with him in a foster home.

He looked out for me.

Not for any other reason,
it was just the right thing to do.

He used to make up
these "G" names for me.

G-Money, G-Ride, G-Force.

One night, our foster dad got drunk
and he beat him to death.

I felt bad because I didn't do anything
to help him.

I still do.

Who killed Brandon, Alex?

Rick.

Rick Pargo.

Wow, that was pretty damn cool,
Callen. Any of it true?

Rick Pargo. You know him?

Blast from the past.

He's pretty well known
by our guys at Treasury.

Commercial printer charged
with forgery and counterfeiting.

Seven times and no convictions.

I mean,
we've been after this guy for years.

Eric, see if you can place Rick Pargo
on the hotel rooftop

the night Brandon Valdivia
was killed.

Checking that for you right now.

- Nate?
- He is terrified.

- You're kidding.
- So why go back to the place

your friend was murdered?

He said he wanted to
honour his friend?

Fear is a primal instinct.

It overrules everything,

including cerebral concepts
like honour.

Whatever took him back there
was so important

that he had to suppress his fear.

Until he ran into you guys
and then the fear kicked back in.

And I don't blame him. I'd probably
wanna throw myself off a roof

if I saw you guys coming at me too.

You left a few things out, Alex.

- What? No.
- You heard of good cop, bad cop?

This is bad cop, bad cop.

He can do things to make
waterboarding feel like a sponge bath.

You said you went back to honour him.
What do you know about honour?

We were on patrol in Baghdad,
clearing buildings.

We were in this huge old print shop.

Had presses and plates
and everything.

We took a look at the plates.

They were
for making American money.

Hundred-dollar bills.

We took a set of plates,
hid them with our gear,

smuggled them
when we came back.

- Where did you find Rick Pargo?
- He found us.

Someone must have told him.

We gave Pargo the plates.

- He made some test batches, but...
- The paper wasn't good.

Brandon was supposed to destroy the
bills. Instead, he laundered them online.

One more question. What's this?

Brandon gave it to me
the night he was killed.

It's a serial-number generator.

Agent Giordano,
we're in the middle of something here.

I thought we were gonna share.

It generates a new serial number
on counterfeit bills.

This is a good one too.

Saddam had master forgers
working all over Iraq.

That's why they're printing
1995-series bills.

They're using old plates.

A hell of a case
you guys stumbled into.

You're a bartender.

You work at a little place
in the valley.

Yeah,
I'm also Alex Walder's girlfriend.

Oh, the things we do for our country.

Ha, ha. I once had to hide in a cake.

Never mind.

That brute, Pargo,
will undoubtedly frisk you,

so a wire is out of the question.

- Ah. Watch.
- Ah-ha.

Tank style, leather band.

Microphone and transmitter
smartly concealed within.

I like.

Rick Pargo is, in many respects,
a classic narcissist.

He's beaten seven cases against him
in the past.

I consulted on one of them
and I saw him in the courtroom.

He literally acts like he's above the law
and that makes him very dangerous.

Okay. I'll tread lightly.

Pargo will construe
any conciliatory gestures as weakness.

It's best if you consider
at least one well-timed bold gesture.

Like kicking his ass?

One more thing.

Courtesy of our colleague
from the Secret Service.

Have you met her yet?

I have not yet met Agent Giordano,

but I'm under the impression
from multiple sources

that you could take her.

I'm looking for Rick Pargo.

Who's asking?

Alex Walder's girlfriend.

Never heard of him.

This way.

You a cop?

I can't hear.
This guy's not taking any chances.

How long do you wanna give her?

A minute. Then we go in.

Enjoying yourself?

Are you?

You got my number generator?

It's safe, like Alex.

- Alex is dead.
- So you think.

I believe you might be interested
in seeing this.

Born operator.

Yeah.

Well, then, maybe we'll call Alex

and tell him to bring
the number generator over here.

If he wants to see you alive again.

Hold it.

- Move away.
- My boyfriend's an idiot.

I'm just here to make a deal.

That was really impressive.

I think I like you.

All right, darling.

With the number generator in place,

I can print 20 million
in under two hours.

- What stopped you before?
- Paper.

Yours can't beat the pen, can it?

That's why I'm here.

I have access
to a primo paper source.

- Let's say I'm interested.
- If I introduce you,

how do I know
I won't end up like Brandon?

You think I killed Valdivia?

I'm just a businessman.

And I'm just a debutante.

I got a partner who's supposed to
come through with the paper.

So far, he hasn't.
That's what got Valdivia so impatient.

Now Valdivia is not with us anymore.

Four-thirty.

Oh, just so you know,

if this goes south,

I will not hesitate to kill you.

What, you wanna frisk me again
before I leave, Rick?

We're in.

I'm Gordon Taymis,

the youngest son of a prominent
Canadian paper-making family.

- Do you think I ought to wear a tie?
- Hmm.

You're disillusioned.

Your father wears a tie.

I thought Canadians
were all supposed to be happy?

Never mistake politeness
for contentment.

What are the three P's?

- Let's see. We've got printing press,
- Mm-hm.

- Patent green ink,
- Yeah.

- And paper, of course.
- Ah.

What's the power requirement
for a ten-ton intaglio press?

That's a trick question, Hetty.
It takes at least a 20-ton press

to get the proper raised finish
on authentic paper.

- You're ready, Mr. Callen.
- Thank you.

Take her out to dinner,
after the case is over.

- Agent Giordano?
- Mm.

Then take Sam the next night.
You know how he gets.

Rick.

Gordon.

- How you doing?
- Hey.

I hear you're in the paper industry.

Family business.

- Third generation.
- My old man was a printer.

Ink in the veins.

I'm sorry. This...
This just doesn't feel right.

It's okay, it's okay. Relax.

I'm just used to meeting
in boardrooms, not in bars.

Sit down, sit down. Finish your drink.

I've seen your work.
It's extraordinary.

- Twenty-ton intaglio press?
- Mm-hm.

And I mix my own ink.

1995 series, though.
That's old paper.

Single security strip,
still in circulation.

That's your problem,
you need the right paper to match.

My family company,
we have the contract

with the U.S. Bureau
of Printing and Engraving.

We supply all the cotton
and linen rag.

Yeah, but every single sheet
has to be accounted for.

It does.

I'm the compliance officer.

Really?

Hmm.

So, what?
The family business doesn't pay?

My current level of compensation
is inadequate.

You see, Gordon has a family
and a wife in Vancouver,

and a very good friend in L.A.

How much paper do you need?

A three-foot stack should do it.

That's 2000 sheets.

That's $20 million.

Can't handle it?

How are you gonna move
$20 million?

Oh, I got a window once every 90 days
where we can unload all we print.

- At par, guaranteed.
- Par?

A hundred cents on the dollar?

My cut's 40 percent.

Ha, ha, ha. You get 20 and you
take care of her out of your end.

And I'll need a sample.

The sample is right in front of you.

Son of a...

Pargo said "we." He's got a partner.

Eric couldn't place Pargo or Eddie
on the roof.

Neither of them killed Valdivia.

But if we can deliver the paper,
maybe we can meet the partner.

Nobody gets a hundred cents
on the dollar for counterfeit.

And what is this 90-day window
all about?

Bigger question is:

How do we get 2000 sheets of paper
by tomorrow?

Hey, Callen.

Somebody is clicking through
your backstop website.

"Supplying high-end cotton
and linen products

to only the most discerning customers
worldwide."

- Nice turn of phrase, Eric.
- I minored in Lit.

Okay. So I traced the IP address
back to Rick Pargo.

Oh, he's going deeper now.
I hid a hard-to-read shipping manifest

for the U.S. Bureau
of Printing and Engraving

- in the background of one of the shots.
- So if he clicks on it, he's hooked.

He's downloading the JPEG now.

- Yeah.
- Hey, Gordy. How you doing?

- Hi, Rick.
- Looks like you and me

are going into business.

I need paper.

Look at you, you got in with Pargo.

Is that a double-double?

I missed lunch.

We're sharing, right?

So how much paper do you need?

Two-thousand sheets.

By tomorrow.

That's good.

Testing my wire, Sam.

I got you in my earpiece, G.

We're going in.

Search them.

You're my newfound friend, Gordy,
you know that?

Got the number generator.

- Where's my money?
- Your money will be here in a bit.

In the meantime, we've got work to do.
You are a printer, right?

- Ink's in my veins.
- We'll see. Let's go.

Unload it!

All right.

I'll ink it, you wipe it. That work?

Let's do it.

Just enough to fill the grooves.

The pressure does the rest.

He's a born operator, Dom.

Oh, yeah.

Three seconds, $3000.

There's no feeling like it.

All right, they're printing.
We got all we need.

No, you've got all you need.
I'm waiting on one more player.

Yeah, if he ever shows up.

- I'm here to catch a counterfeiter.
- I'm trying to catch a murderer.

And it's not Pargo,
because he wasn't on the roof.

Already dry.

They're flawless.

Company.

Eyes open, G. It's Gunny Pallet.

He's Pargo's partner.

Unbelievable. All right, I'm going in.

Dom, if the truck leaves,
follow them.

It's all there. Twenty million.

Just like the real thing.

- Yeah.
- It's all in the paper.

I'm sorry, you want your money.
Here you go.

Guys, we had a deal.

Where are you gonna get
your paper next time?

Whoa, whoa,
I mean, wait a minute. L...

All right, we can renegotiate.
I mean...

How does 10 percent sound?

It sounds expensive.

Wait until we leave,
then take care of them.

Frank!

Get in there! Get in there!
Now, now! Get in! Let's go!

I told you I'd kill you.

Pargo.

It's over.

Eddie!

Eddie's taking a nap.

Kensi?

Turn over.

- Dom?
- Following the money.

Callen.
Pallet's back at Camp Pendleton.

And the counterfeit money's
still on board.

- We're on our way.
- You've got $20 million

in counterfeit hundreds.
Why go back to the loading dock?

Because you're gonna
ship something.

Eric, give me a list of all flights
leaving Pendleton

in the next four hours
and what's on them.

Sending the manifest to you now,
Sam.

We got payrolls in Afghanistan,

embassy ATMs
all over the Middle East and Asia.

Twenty million in cash
flying out tonight.

Pallet just printed 20 mil
and he's swapping it for the real thing.

We should be in on that swap.

Tell Hetty we need to intercept
the real money.

The plane leaves in two hours, G.

Standby. The game is in play.

Armoured truck on its way in.

Get that pallet unloaded.

You need to sign
for this money, sergeant.

Signed and sealed, corporal.

- On your way.
- Aye, aye, gunny.

Hello! That pallet on the right
goes on the aircraft.

- Your right, not my right, brain-dead!
- Yes, sergeant!

Let's move it!

Let's go, lollygags.

We've got aircraft
going OCONUS at 1800.

Now, move!

That aircraft ain't gonna wait for us.

That's going 8000 miles.
Get it secure.

Move!

What the hell?

Sorry to disappoint you, gunny.

A C-130 with your fake
20 million has been turned around.

What happened to almost, gunny?

The federal government
prints 20 million every hour.

And for what?

Two more wars
that civilians won't let us win?

That's how you justify it?

I wouldn't do that if I was you,
gunny.

You tell me
that it's the same Navy now

that you enlisted in, chief.

I can't say it is,
but they still ask the same of us.

And that was always
good enough for me.

Not for me.

Not anymore.

Don't do it, gunny.

Don't move.

Part of Pallet's job
was shipping $20 million overseas

every three months,
so he decided to make a switch.

Valdivia's mistake
was spending it too soon.

Messed up Pallet's plans,
so he threw him off the roof.

Yeah, just leaving. On my way.

Born operator?

He's growing on me.

Mr. Callen?

Hetty.

While congratulations are in order,
there is one small loose end.

The money?

The money.

Today, Mr. Callen.

Strangely,
the Treasury wants its money back.

- Done.
- You don't wanna count it?

So do you wanna go get a hamburger?
Or we could order room service?

I've got this rule about dating cops.

So you mean
I have to wait till I retire?

I guess.

Well, I'll put it in my calendar.

Maybe you could take
early retirement?

Maybe I will.

She must have been some cop.

She was.