All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S08 E14 Eng Sub

The man Arcady knew as Balinski
is actually CIA Officer Randall Sharov.

- My voice doesn't sound familiar?
- Hands up!

Granger's the least of your worries.
We've got new evidence in your case.

- We're gonna do this dance again?
- Cuff him.

You mind opening your trunk first?

Stay on your toes. Sam just
got picked up by the DEA at Heather's.

Looks like they're coming after me.

All of us arrested on the same day by
different law-enforcement agencies?

This is an attack on NCIS.

You made the deal
with the secretary of defense,

you had 90 days to find the mole,
and your 90 days have expired.

- Hands up!
- I'm in charge here,

and I can explain what's going on.

Oh, my God. Duggan's been shot.

- Where are you taking me?
- Disneyland.

Well, if it isn't Carl Brownnose.

You kiss
any federal-agent ass lately, Carl?

I can't ride with him.
He tried to kill me.

Aw. Well, now you two can make up
on the drive.

No, no, no.

- They're all yours, guys.
- All right.

Lock it up.

Relax, Carl, this is your lucky day.

Why do you say that?

We got a surprise for you.

- What?
- Wait for it.

- What's going on?
- We're breaking you out, Carl.

- Why?
- Because you're worth $50,000 dead.

But twice that alive.

The escaped convicts are armed

- and considered dangerous.
- This is not good.

They are believed to be headed

for the Los Angeles area
or possibly on their way to Mexico.

If any of the public see
or come into contact with any...

Now, this is very, very bad.

Unless Carl Brown was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Or is it the wrong place
at the right time?

I guess being in the right place at
the wrong time is not so good either...

Wait. Nell.

So suddenly he pulls the stick
out of the alligator's mouth

and at the last possible second
steps back

right before
the powerful jaws... slam down.

And he says, "Il will give anybody
a hundred bucks to do this same trick."

He looks around, everybody's like,
"There's no way I'm doing that,"

until this one skinny tattooed arm
raises into the sky, right?

And it's this old toothless hooker.

And she says,
"You know what, I'll give it a go,

but I'm not sure
that stick's gonna fit in my mouth."

Oh, come on, man, that's hilarious.

Are you kidding me?

Oh, the not-so-subtle
disingenuous slow clap.

Thank you, thank you.
I will be here all week.

I mean, that is your plan, right?

Well, actually, that's up to you.

It's not up to me, because I'm not
driving this train. Neither are you,

but the difference being, of course,
that I know that and you don't,

which is exactly what the people who
are actually responsible for this want:

Your overzealous obsession

with yours truly
to keep me locked up in here.

So now you're part
of a bigger conspiracy?

Yes, 10,000 times yes,
and I know it's crazy,

but it's God's honest truth
when I tell you

that my team is in trouble
and they need my help, please.

You're out of here.

- What?
- On your feet.

You're not gonna regret this.

Oh, I'm not talking to you.
Tiny, you're out of here.

- Thanks for your help, man.
- Let's go.

I'm sorry.

He's funny.

Oh, my gosh, wait a minute.

You were trying to use him
as intimidation?

Oh, you amateur.
I can't believe you did that.

It's so sad for me

to see you go to such great lengths
to be such a rookie.

Bring them in.

- Bring who in?
- All of you, step in.

What, this guy? Oh.

- Line up across the pavement.
- Um, okay.

You know what, there's actually
strict laws against overcrowding,

not to mention the unhygienic aspect
of this whole ordeal.

Enjoy your new friends.

Gentlemen, L.A.P.D Detective Deeks.

I like your tattoos.

You guys in a band?

Wake up.
Come on, man, this is important.

What's your operating budget?

Uh... I'm not sure exactly.

Two-point-eight billion dollars
last year.

What's the ATF's?

No? One-point-two billion.

Oh, don't feel bad. The FBI gets 9.5.

You know what my agency gets?

- Take a guess.
- One, 2 bil.

Seven hundred and 80 million.

Yeah, that's with an M,
to operate around the globe.

Seriously, man,
don't you need to sleep?

Come on, Sanchez, stay with me.
This is where it gets interesting.

I'm here with you, right?

L.A.P.D. has my boss
and one of my coworkers.

Now think.

Who has more money than all
our federal agencies combined?

The CIA.

They have a budget of $52.6 billion
that we know of.

Who else has the power to manipulate
both your Department of Justice

and my Department of Defense?

You see it?

We're being played.

You need some more coffee.

And I need to speak
to your special agent in charge.

So are you feeling
a little more talkative today?

I guess so,

now that I've had some time
to think about it.

I'll tell you everything,
but promise me

you're not gonna tell anyone
I confessed.

Take all the glory.
Just chalk it up to good detective work.

A deal?

Deal. Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Gun! Gun!

- I need help in here! Hurry!
- Go!

- What are you doing? Give me that.
- Hand it over. Release it.

Got it.

Lock him down.

I want belly chains,
full restraints, now.

Yes, sir.

You're gonna pay for this.

It's gonna cost you.

I promise you that.

Sir, your weapon.

- Yeah?
- Kens, it's me.

I'm in custody. Give me a sitrep.

All right. So Deeks is still being held
by the L.A.P.D.

Same goes for Sam at the DEA.

We have reason to believe
Heather has links to the CIA.

We're trying to contact Sabatino
at the agency to confirm it,

but no luck finding him.

- Oh, and, um, Duggan's dead.
- What?

Yeah. Sniper got him
outside the boatshed.

- I'm almost sorry I asked.
- So Hetty and the others are safe.

- You have a plan?
- I'm working on it.

We need to be able to stay in touch.
I won't have this phone very long.

- I can handle that.
- But what about Granger?

Well, last I heard,
the doctor said that...

You're only making this worse
for yourself.

I sexted your mom.

So far, the manhunt
for the fugitives has come up empty

as both federal and local law
expand their search.

So far, the manhunt for the...

So this is how it ends.

Please release
all nonessential personnel.

They'll be safer on their own
away from here.

- Where are you going?
- The hospital.

Whoa, whoa, we can't split up.

That's the number one rule
of horror movies.

The minute you're out the door,
it'll be like:

"Reh! Reh! Reh!" Ahem.

The wolves are here for all of us.

Someone needs to watch
over Granger.

Okay. Then I'll go with you.

No. I need you here. So do they.

I no longer work for NCIS,
remember?

You're in charge, dear.

What if they come for you
and Granger first?

Well...

I will make them regret it.

This house must not fall.

Does anybody else feel
like an abandoned puppy?

You gotta suck it up, Beagle.
We've got work to do.

Eric, send everybody home.

Tell them to stay vigilant and remain
on standby for further instruction.

Nell, don't let anybody gain access
to the building,

and that means
sealing the burn-room cubby.

Yup.

Wait, what are you gonna do?

It's time to lock and load.

Hey, where do we keep
the hand grenades?

- We don't have hand grenades.
- We should order some.

Maybe just take it down a notch,
Rambeale.

- Um, I prefer Bulletproof.
- Ugh.

What is that?

- Flashbangs.
- Beale.

Uh, I saved your life
with one of these once, remember?

I'll never hear the end of it.
Fine, you can have flashbangs.

Kens, really don't think
that's the best idea.

What I think is a good idea
is that we move.

- Let's go.
- Whoa, you guys,

this could be my new team name.

What do you like better,
Flashbang or Bulletproof?

How about Soundproof?

What the hell is this?

End of the road, Carl.

Inside.

Oh, I'm not going in there.

Get in the damn cage, Carl.

- Any problems?
- Nope.

Went off without a hitch.

Good.

Mr. Garvey, what about our deal?

Word's already on the street.

Every headhunter from L.A.
to Hoboken

will know Brownie Boy's here
within a matter of hours.

Ha, ha. Oh, good.

You can get this one some lunch

before you return him safely
to his facility.

You said I could see the beach.

Did I say that?

Take him to the beach.

But shoot him

if he starts any funny business.

You got it.

Let's go.

See you around, Carl.

Is this another one of your psych ops
designed to break me, Hetty?

Oh, you've been broken
for some time, sweetheart.

That's why you're here now for bait.

Okay.

Pistol, rifle, flashbang, rifle.

Knife, pistol, pistol, flashbang, knife.

That ought to do it.

I should probably get
a few more flashbangs while I'm at it.

Hello.

And who are you?

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

- We've got a problem.
- You noticed?

- No, this is way worse.
- Ahem.

What's with the tablet knife,
Ghetto Q?

Will you forget the knife
and look at the code?

What's going on?

I was going through everything
we had on Sabatino

- to figure out how to contact him.
- Okay.

- Is this a Trojan horse?
- Yes.

Embedded in an e-mail he sent to Kensi
when they were in Afghanistan.

- What's the payload?
- Spyware.

- What?
- How did we miss this?

I don't know. Must have been a flaw
in their security setup there.

You think Sabatino knew about it?

I don't know if he did or if he didn't.
But if he did...

You just found our mole.

Yeah, two years too late.

Look, if there was a virus
in Sabatino's e-mail,

none of us were looking for it.

I knew something was off
about this guy.

- I thought he helped save you.
- I don't know, did he?

Or was he just saving himself?
Maybe it was part of the setup.

Okay, it looks like it only infected
our e-mail server,

which is how they must have gotten
access to our employees' information,

which in turn, allowed them to target
someone like Carl Brown.

Well, Heather said the CIA
was behind it. This just confirms it.

Why are the CIA after us?

I don't know.

But we have to get
to the bottom of this.

Alert the team
and get them back here.

Whoa, now you're leaving?
This may be the only place we're safe.

We're not safe anywhere.

Your lawyer's here.

Thanks for letting me use
your phone.

Thank you, Special Agent Morgan.

I'd like to speak with my client
in private, please.

And of course, that means
no recording of our conversation.

We'll still be watching this one.

Can you read lips?

Well, Mr. Callen,
I've reviewed the charges.

Honestly, I don't think
they have much of a case.

So I've prepared a statement
for you.

Please feel free to look it over
while I get you the hell out of here.

Agent Morgan, I'd like to speak
with you and your SAC.

You're crazy
if you think you're getting him out.

He's already proven himself
to be a flight risk.

Let's see what your boss
has to say about that.

Shall we?

That's my girl.

I'm going to tear you open...

from the inside out.

She... She said that?

Man, my grandma
didn't mess around, homey.

She was a real OG.

Straight-up, tough, but fair,
and she always kept it real.

Damn, man, I miss my grandma, man,
for reals, every day.

Listen, you gotta know that
she's up there right now, you know,

looking down on you,
watching out for you.

Amen to that, brother.

Amen to that.

Deeks, you have a visitor.

- Are they bigger than a bread box?
- Heh.

- Hey.
- Hey, what are you doing here?

Detective Whiting said I could see you.

That is uncharacteristically
kind of her.

Maybe my message of love
is wearing off on you.

No. She promised to tell me
everything about the murder

of your former partner,
Detective Francis Boyle.

My God, you're like a dog
with a bone.

That case isn't cold, it's frozen.

There's nothing left to tell.

Especially from her.
She didn't even know me.

She might know now.

- I just...
- Hey, hey.

No contact with the prisoners.
Keep your hands behind your back.

What did I tell you? Knock it off.

Hey, get off me.

You know what? Just for that,
I'm not talking anymore.

Well, you don't have a choice.

Your subpoena's already
in the works.

Why don't you stick your subpoena?

Guard.

About time you shut up.

Oh, let's hope that was new
in the box. Ahem.

- Beale?
- Hey, Deeks.

Good to hear your voice again.

Yeah. What's up? What's the plan?

What was that?

Oh, just, you know, man,
I was just talking to my grandma.

Deeks. Deeks, I'm here.

Callen is too.

We just gotta get Sam back online
So we can communicate.

Hey, Special K.

- Sullivan?
- Yeah.

Oh, my gosh. Hi.

- Good to see you.
- I didn't even recognize you...

- You like it?
- With the beard. Yeah. Um...

I am in a huge rush, but I thought
you were being deployed.

Yeah, yeah.
No, but I got in this thing

and so, you know...

But it's not a big deal.

I really don't even need it. See?

- Look. Yeah.
- Oh.

- Then why are you...?
- Yeah. In fact, it's for you.

What? Unh!

- Ah. There you go.
- Kensi?

Kensi, what's happening?

Kens?

Eric, you got eyes on Kens?

- No.
- Well, get them.

Kensi?

What's the latest, Eric?

Looking, I'm still looking.

Oh, jeez.

Beale?

What? Beale, what is it?

Kensi was abducted
by the guy she was talking to.

- Sullivan?
- Who the hell is Sullivan?

He's a vet from rehab.
You need to get that footage

to L.A.P.D., Detective Ellen Whiting.
Do you understand?

I'm on it.

What...?

Those things will kill you.

Get him. Get him.

- Hello.
- Hey.

- Hello?
- Kensi's been kidnapped.

What? How?

Some guy named Sullivan
she met in rehab.

I'm still trying to figure out who he is.

Callen is out of custody
for the moment.

Still working on Deeks and Sam.

Are you at the hospital
with Granger?

No, I'm not.

Hetty?

What's wrong, Hetty?

Your little scheme
not going as planned?

Oh, God. Carl, shut up,

or I'll kill you myself, honest to God.

Are you seeing this?
I told you my team was in trouble.

Do you believe me now?

How do I know that this wasn't staged
just to get you out?

It wasn't. Oh, my God.
This is on you.

And if anything happens to her,
so help me God.

If she had stayed and talked to me
like she promised, she'd still be here.

If you didn't lock me up,
she wouldn't be alone.

- She'd have her partner.
- Whose fault is that?

Oh, my God,
you just don't get it, do you?

This is so much bigger than you
and your witch hunt for dirty cops.

I help you find Kensi,
you tell me the truth.

I told you the truth.

Yes or no?

Okay. You know what?

We find Kensi

and I will tell you everything
you wanna hear.

But first, we find Kensi.

Let's get you out of here.

How'd you get out?

I explained to the special agent
in charge what was happening.

- Why? How'd you get out?
- Doesn't matter.

He escaped.

He escaped? What do you mean?
Why didn't you reason with them?

They weren't being reasonable.

You pulled a Houdini
and now you're a fugitive?

Sometimes it's better to beg for
forgiveness than ask for permission.

- I thought Deeks was a bad influence.
- Where are we?

Still looking for Sullivan and
the vehicle. Kensi's phone's off-line.

And what do we know
about this Sullivan?

Not much. Kensi and Deeks
are the only ones that have met him.

Hospital rehab records
lead nowhere.

- Sullivan must've been an alias.
- Oh, he's probably CIA too.

CIA?

Oh, man.
This just keeps getting worse.

- Is Hetty still with Granger?
- No.

- Where is she?
- Don't know. She hung up on me.

Have you been able
to contact Sabatino?

Uh, not yet,

but he may have been the first one
to breach our security.

- Sabatino's the mole?
- It looks that way.

And now they got Kensi.

Yes. But why?
What are they gonna do with her?

I mean,
what is the CIA's beef with us?

That's probably a question for Hetty.

You worked for the agency.

You know what they're capable of.

How we doing, Special K?

- What the hell is this?
- Well, what does it look like?

Well...

it looks like you read
Fifty Shades of Grey too many times.

I think you're gonna need
a little more rehab.

Yeah? Let me out of this chair
and I'll show you who needs rehab.

Still feisty.

Okay. Why are you doing this?
What is this?

Well, because you and your team
have become a royal pain in the ass.

You're CIA, aren't you?

I'm actually the one who's going
to be asking the questions.

I'm not telling you anything.

That's what they all say.

You're gonna feel a little prick.

Good night.

If Hetty isn't with Granger,
then he's exposed.

L.A.P.D. still has him as a suspect.

- They have a cop on him.
- Yeah, but is that gonna be enough?

Maybe, maybe not.
We can't afford to send anyone else in.

- We don't have the manpower.
- Why did Kensi send everyone home?

Hetty told her to. Said they were safer
spread out on their own.

Well, Anna can't help.
ATF called her into Washington.

What about Nate?

Hetty sent him to Cuba
on assignment last week.

- Cuba?
- She knows Kensi was grabbed?

- Yup. Eric told her.
- She didn't say where she is

- or what she was doing?
- No. She never checked back in.

- Her phone's off, so is Kensi's.
- Turn them on.

I tried. They must've removed
their batteries.

Check e-mails and phone messages.
I wanna know what she's been doing.

Find out where she was
last time Eric spoke with her.

I'm on it. Hey, who are you?

L.AP.D.

- How'd you get in here?
- She's with me, unfortunately.

This is Detective Ellen Whiting,
Internal Affairs.

The old ball and chain.
As you remember,

this is Special Agent Callen,
Special Agent Hanna.

- Seriously, Deeks?
- What?

She said she wouldn't let me go unless
she came with me, so here she is.

Besides, we could use her help.

So any idea why this guy
would wanna kidnap Agent Blye?

You want my help or not?

Do you want something?

Oh, I get it.

This is supposed to be
one of your Yoda tricks.

And so, what, you'll just sit there
staring at me like a gargoyle,

hoping I'll get so freaked out
that I'll say something useful?

Or suddenly, I'll have the urge
to spill my guts

and reveal the most important...

Oh, for God's sake, shut up, Carl.

God.

You know, I don't need you to talk.

I don't want you to talk.

I just want you to sit back there,

just quietly like a good little monkey.

Oh, my Lord.

I only met him twice.

He was supposedly a Marine,
clean cut, 30s, fit, amputee, left leg.

It could've been the right leg.
I don't remember.

That's a good place to start.
Prosthetic labs and services.

See if there's more footage
at the hospital.

- Tell me you got something.
- Yeah, but you're not gonna like it.

Ms. Lange, it's Agent Sanchez

from the DEA.
We kept your man as long as we could,

but he was getting adamant
about being released,

and we were no longer comfortable
holding him.

I'm sorry. Hope it helped.

What the hell?

She knew they had me in custody
and asked them to hold me there.

That's why they treated us
the way they did.

Yeah, wait,
but nobody asked me to hold him.

Yeah, but I bet someone tipped you off
with new info so you would.

On the same day Carl Brown escaped
from prison transport.

- Something reeks of munchkin.
- Eric.

She set us up.

Can someone please explain to me
what the hell's going on?

Our operations manager
had us arrested.

- Why?
- Either logic says that she's the mole,

or she wanted us off the street.

She wanted us safe
while she does God-knows-what.

- She put a body in your trunk.
- Along with several kilos of cocaine.

- She put one in his house too.
- A body?

My guess is she borrowed them
from Rose,

L.A. coroner's office.
It was probably a John Doe.

You say this
like you've all done this before.

- Who are you people?
- That's why she sent everyone home

and told Nell and I
to hunker down here with Kensi.

Yeah, we buggered up
that plan, huh?

Yeah, now Kensi's in trouble.

We'll find her,
even if we have to tear this city apart.

- We don't know where to begin.
- Call SECNAV.

We need a full-court press
on the CIA,

find out whatever we can
about Sullivan.

- Where are we with Sabatino?
- Nowhere. We still can't find him.

What about Balinski?

What's his real name,
CIA Officer Randall Sharov?

We pulled his sorry ass
out of a Russian prison.

Is he still working for the agency?

It doesn't matter if he is or isn't.
He still owes us.

- Maybe Arkady has contact.
- Yeah, lucky us.

What was Hetty's
last known location?

I pinged my last call to her
to a cell tower in South L.A.

That's two miles south
of the sports center.

Yeah, let's search for any
of Hetty's vehicles in that area.

Just because Hetty's there
doesn't mean Kensi's gonna be there.

No, but at this point,
she knows more than we do.

Lower.

She's small.

Carl.

This a friend of yours?

- No.
- Well...

- But he was a friend of mine.
- Me too.

Oh, bugger.

Ah. Officers Sharov and Sabatino.

Has the CIA gone completely rogue?

No, just the cool kids.

Your turn.

Wanna have the honors, Carl?

Oh, yes.

- You get anything more, Eric?
- Not yet.

You hear back from Arkady?

No, he's probably
at a spa somewhere.

It's a long shot, Beale,

- but I'm sending you some tire tracks.
- Got it.

See if they match
any of Hetty's vehicles.

L.A.P.D. turn up anything
on the abduction yet?

They would've called me if they had.

That happened in front
of your precinct.

You should try getting some detectives
that can detect.

So why did Hetty come out here?

It's isolated, it's empty.

It's a good place to set up a meeting
with somebody you wanna get rid of.

Let's see if she left anything behind.

Now, you've heard of shooting fish
in a barrel, right?

Well, this is shooting Hetty
in a cage.

Don't gloat, Carl. It's unprofessional.

No.

No, no.

Look at me. See, my face

is going to be the last thing
you're ever gonna see.

The hell it is.

You, I expected more from you.

You sound like my father.

Was he a traitor too?

And you, I should have left
in that Russian prison.

I'm glad you didn't.

This is how you thank us?

Your job is to chase after drunk sailors
and wayward Marines.

You were warned
to stay out of the Middle East.

I was protecting my people.

And in doing so,
you undid months of our work

and jeopardized the security
of the entire region.

You have no idea
what we're doing over there.

All right. Enough talking.

Time to face the music.

At least tell me where Agent Blye is
before you kill me.

You owe me that.

No, we don't.

I don't know where she is.

She's with Ferris,
which is unfortunate for her.

And why is that?

Because they have
a personal history together.

From rehab?

Prior to that.

She just doesn't know it.

So Sullivan
is really CIA Officer Ferris.

Thank you.

What's so funny?

Men, ha, ha...

are so damn predictable.

Oh, you think so, do you?

Well, if we're so damn predictable,
why are you the one in the cage?

Oh, Carl...

I'm in the only safe place
left here now.

- What the hell was that?
- I think we just found her.

You better hope not.

Hetty?

This looks
like a professional detonation.

Keep your eyes open
for secondary devices.

I got a body.

He's got a bullet hole in his head.

Yeah, I got another body.

It's Sharov.

Hetty!

Yeah?

Did I get them all?

How many were there?

Three, plus the one I shot.

The man holding Kensi
is a CIA officer.

- Sullivan.
- Ferris is his real name.

All right. Find their phones.
They gotta have his number.

I've got Sabatino!

He's still alive.

Gun!

- Whiting?
- Unh.

Whiting? Uh-oh.

Okay. I got you. I got you.
Hey, Sam!

All right. Keep pressure on her
until I can get a bandage.

I got you.

You're bad luck, Deeks.

Yeah, I know. I know, but I need you
to stay with me, okay?

You gotta look at me. Stay with me.

Otherwise, you're not gonna hear
my confession.

I killed my ex-partner.

I killed Boyle.

You were right, okay?

You were right.
All along, he was a dirty cop,

and I shot him with his own gun
because he was gonna kill that girl.

You understand me?
You were right.

You're telling me
because you think I'm gonna die?

You're not gonna die. Look at me.
You're not gonna die.

I'm telling you this
because we made a deal.

And I'm a man of my word, okay?

I'm not a bad guy.

I just did a very bad thing
for a very good reason.

But you're gonna be fine.
You understand? You're gonna be fine.

I got you. Ambulance is coming.

You're gonna be fine.

- You gotta trust me.
- Eric.

I got a cell phone. I need you
to get everything you can off it.

- See if you can locate Ferris' phone.
- I'monit.

Hey, is Hetty okay?

She's fine. Carl Brown and Sharov,
not so much. They're dead.

Detective Whiting was shot
in the neck.

She's in bad shape.

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

How was your nap?

You've got one chance
of surviving this.

Let me go and run for your life.

Mm... I don't think so.

If you hurt me, my team will hunt you
like the dog you are.

Your team are a bunch
of self-righteous, arrogant idiots.

And what's up with that little lady
with glasses?

It's like she's right out
of The Wizard of Oz.

I mean, you got to admit,
she's kind of creepy.

You know,
she brought this on all of you.

What does that even mean?
What are you talking about?

Are you all completely clueless?

I mean, you wanna run
around Los Angeles

like Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys,
be my guest.

But you cannot interfere
with global security.

That's a job for the big boys.

- You are so delusional.
- Heh. No, honey.

It's actually you who doesn't know
what she's talking about.

Have you ever heard of lex talionis?

Eye for an eye?

Not just a pretty face.

I did not lose my leg from an IED.

No.

It was the day after Christmas.

The Brits and Canadians
call it Boxing Day.

We'd been in the tribal regions
for months brokering deals

with the Hazaras, the Hezb-e-Islamis,
the Tajiks, you name it.

And we were this close

to getting Mullah Akhtar
Mohammad Mansour on board

when we ran
into some local heroes.

Nothing we couldn't handle,

except they had some Americans
helping them.

One minute, I'm riding my horse,
the next thing you know,

we're taking sniper fire.

And some bitch blows my leg off.

You and your team
shouldn't have been there,

and you shouldn't have been
interfering with our operations.

So you see, for the other guys,
it's just business.

But for me, it's...

It's kind of personal.

We thought you were Taliban.

Well, you thought wrong.

We didn't know you were American.

- It was a mistake. A mistake.
- That should've never happened

if you hadn't have been meddling
in things that don't concern you.

We tried to warn you
a bunch of times.

But you just won't listen,
and you won't go away.

So here we are.

I am sorry.

I am sorry that I shot you in the leg.

I am so sorry.

Don't worry, Special K,
I'm not gonna kill you.

But I am going to pay you back

- for what you did...
- Come on, man.

- Come on, man, no.
- ..tome.

No! No!

No, stop!

Stop! No!