All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S08 E18 Eng Sub

Let's drink to...

You've already made two toasts.

My turn.

To watching the best chef this side
of the country make our capellini.

Dude, it's like watching
Mark Zuckerberg code.

Easy. That's sipping tequila.

Hey, I'm paying for it.
I decide how to drink it.

To not letting other people
tell you how to drink.

Hear, hear.

Yeah?

What did you find out?

I told you I wanted it next weekend.

Hold on.

Hey, I gotta finish
this call outside, all right, bud?

Yeah, do your thing.
I'll just... I'll order an Uber.

- Clippers Saturday?
- Can't. Saturday's Body Day.

Body Day? All right,
I know arm day, I know leg day.

Your workout terms
are very confusing.

Body Day is the day that I officially
start doing body work on Jennifer.

Why do I know that name?

It's the one you suggested.

For the car?

That you gave me?

Jennifer, of course.

Yeah, well, she needs
a new paint job and new upholstery.

But I replaced all the wire,
transmission, the suspension,

rebuilt the engine.

Nothing sounds like
the growl of a '70s Challenger.

Oh, that only took five years.
Well, four.

Think you mourned Charlene
for a whole year

while Jennifer sat in the garage.

Yeah, well, a gut punch
like that takes it out of you.

Gotta move on and get over it.

- We're still talking about a car, right?
- Sure.

Then I hope Jennifer enjoys
her new body.

Me too.

What are you guys talk...?
Your Challenger.

For a minute, I thought
you guys were... You know what?

It's way too weird
for so early in the morning.

We have a case up in Ops.

Yesterday there was a cyberattack

on the
U.S. Treasury Department's system.

The hacker was able to download
several terabytes of data.

Okay. So, what's our connection?

Stolen information contained
lists of undercover IRS agents

and their
counterterrorism investigations.

That's a good reason.
What else do we know?

NSA pinpointed the breach's source
to a two-mile radius in Sherman Oaks.

Now, they've been able to narrow it
down to two potential suspects.

Here's the strange part.

One of the suspects, Logan Gorman,
was found dead last night

in a private dining room
at Delucia's in Beverly Hills.

His body was found
in a state of paralysis.

ME found what appears
to be a needle mark on his neck.

Delucia's? Sure it wasn't
after seeing the check?

But was he with anyone?

Uh, the man he was with
hasn't been ID'd yet

but an artist is working
with the restaurant staff

- to create a composite sketch.
- What about security footage?

- Anything?
- Nothing yet.

You said there was
a second suspect.

Yes. Actually, the NSA flagged
two additional people

and they happen
to be a married couple.

Tara and Paul Nelson.

They live two blocks from Logan.

They're clean, no criminal record.

And NSA Agent Michael
Donaldson is running point on this.

Apparently he has a personal
relationship with Deeks.

Oh, he's a friend of Deeks?

I don't trust him.

Kensi and Deeks went
to the boatshed to talk to him.

Me and G will go to the crime scene,
see what we find.

- Okay.
- We're off to Beverly Hills.

Mr. Callen, I've got
something else for you.

Sending you an address
and instructions now.

Mr. Hanna, Ms. Kolcheck
has been briefed.

She'll meet you in Beverly Hills

to investigate
Logan Gorman's murder.

Restaurant's on my way.
I'll drop you off.

- Thanks.
- Yup.

There he is, Mikey Donaldson.

Marty Deeks.

- Been a while, huh?
- Doctors in the house.

- Doctor.
- Doctor.

- Doctor.
- Okay. I just got it.

Your initials, MD.
You're doctors. That's funny.

Right-o. You must be Kensi.

I'm glad somebody
appreciates that joke.

- Well, it's a pretty good joke.
- Well...

- How do you guys know each other?
- Surfing buddies.

Without the "surfing" part
of that sentence.

Fine, I tried surfing once,

I got sunburned after
about 20 minutes,

and then I passed out
and hit my head on the surfboard,

and Deeks here saved the day.

- We've been friends ever since.
- Well, I'm glad you made it.

What do you have for us?

- Doctor.
- Doctor.

So a cunning
Sherman Oaks resident

got into the systems
of the Treasury Department,

looked around and nabbed
about eight terabytes of data,

all of it having to do with
ongoing counterterrorism operations.

Treasury wants
to locate the perpetrators

as soon as possible,
and we'd love your help.

Who else is the NSA looking into?

Tara and Paul Nelson.

Tara is a cybersecurity analyst
and she's an expert in IDS,

Opensource Intrusion
Detective Systems.

And Paul used to be
a systems administrator

for a healthcare company, and now
he does some private consulting.

Together, they have over 20 years
of high-tech experience,

no criminal background.

So, why are we targeting them?

We pulled Logan's cell phone records,
found he was in contact

with Tara and Paul
for the last couple weeks.

Given his past
and their tech experience,

we might be looking
at a hacking ring.

So, Paul and Tara, where are they?

We're looking for them.

Any information we have,
we'll pass along.

I'd appreciate it if you'd reach out
if you find anything.

- Will do. As always.
- All right.

- Thanks.
- You should probably

get the top checked out.

It's looking a little red right there.

I prefer sun-kissed. Ahem.

Remind me to call my,
uh, dermatologist.

- Hang loose, bro.
- Yeah.

Kensi, been a pleasure.

- Pleasure.
- Doctor.

Thanks so much for your help.

You're missing someone.

I wouldn't say I miss him.

G.'s on a special assignment
for Hetty.

I don't know anything about it.

Did you learn anything
from the waiter?

He said that Logan
still had his wallet,

and was wearing what looked
like a pricey watch

when his body was found.

That means it wasn't a robbery.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I checked our reservation records,

and Logan had only
dined here once before.

This time, he requested to sit

at what we refer to
as the Captain's Table.

Close-up view of the chef,
impeccable service.

Logan was trying
to impress someone.

Logan's only other request
was privacy.

He insisted his client enter and exit
undetected through the kitchen.

Towards the end of the meal,
I drew the curtains closed.

That's when Logan was murdered.

Whoever did this slipped out the back.
No cameras.

No other diners to ID him.

I pride myself
on giving excellent service.

I had no idea being
so accommodating

would lead to
such terrible consequences.

Of course you didn't. Thank you.

It's a bold move.

Murdering someone a few feet away
from a whole staff.

This guy's got nerve.

Hey, where's Hetty?

Kids, today is the day that Hetty

- is beta testing her hologram.
- What?

Her image is gonna appear
right here.

- Just wait for it.
- Yeah, right.

Really?

Here it comes.

Hello, everyone.

I brought reinforcements.

Here's the welcoming committee.

Dave Flynn, welcome back.

Kensi, Deeks, hey, guys.

Oh, you must be Nell.

- Yes.
- And Eric, wow.

You guys are basically legends

down at the NCIS Cyber Office
in San Diego.

- Please.
- Come on.

Mr. Flynn now works
as a digital forensics specialist.

- He'll get you up to speed.
- Okay.

We just learned from NSA
that Tara and Paul Nelson

were out of town last night
during Logan's murder.

They're now on their way
to a two-day couples' retreat

in the Angeles Forest.

Undercover overnight operation?
What, what!

Kensi and I are all over that. Do we
keep marshmallows in the Audi?

We always keep
marshmallows in the Audi.

Mr. Deeks, slow your roll.

You and Ms. Blye
will be foregoing your undercover

for your overwatch duties.

Woodland Couples Connect

is a two-day retreat
for Silicon Beach couples

to get away
from their screens for a while

- and reconnect in nature.
- That sounds pretty perfect.

Who's going undercover?

Really? Ha, ha.

Us? Me and Eric?

Undercover as a couple?

- Cool.
- Super cool.

The NSA wants us to stay really close
to the Nelsons at this retreat.

We could bring them in at any time,
but if we keep them in play,

we might have a shot
at catching a buyer.

Under no circumstances
can that data change hands.

I just finished teching out
your overwatch vehicle.

- It's waiting in the driveway.
- All right.

Chop, chop.

- I'll see you two on the flip side.
- Okay.

- Have fun.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Wait, so I'm leaving Ops,

and you will be up there
talking in my ear?

- It's all just happening so fast.
- I know.

Eric, buddy,
it's gonna be okay, okay?

I've done my homework.
I know the system. I'm ready.

I've had my coffee.
A lot of coffee, actually. Oh!

By the way, the only way to get
to the lodge and your cabins

is to hike in and out
from a designated trailhead.

So, I would wear
hiking boots and pants.

- Pants?
- Yep.

Good luck out there.

Eric Beale in pants?
This is gonna be great.

No. Oh, come on.

I thought we'd get,
like, a super awesome Airstream.

- We gotta take this thing back.
- This is super awesome.

Okay, the only type of people
that use this type of RV

are serial killers
and hippies at Burning Man.

- Not really sure which one is scarier.
- Uh...

Hippies at Burning Man,
hands down.

Smelling of patchouli,
rocking out to Ani DiFranco.

Can we please just take the Audi?

No. How many times
have you been on a stakeout

and had a Western omelet
at the same time?

I don't usually crave eggs
while fighting crime, thank you.

All right, get in.

I'm driving,
and this is not up for debate.

Okay.

Literally never
even crossed my mind.

This place looks rather rustic.

- You want the side by the nightstand?
- No, whatever's fine.

Okay.

Glad we worked that out.

What's up?
You seem kind of stressed.

No, just running through
my back-story.

- First two-day undercover.
- Me too.

But we're ready for this.

Eric Sherwood of Reseda,
malware specialist.

Yes, we are, Nell Quinn
from Culver City,

cybersecurity consultant.

Hmm. Deep breath.

Let's go.

Kind of musty.

All right.

Hold on, let me just plug this in.

Sorry...

Okay. I think we could...
If you just asked me to move,

that'd probably be easier than...

- Got it. Move over.
- Okay.

All right. Signal's up, you guys.

We are alive and live.
Tracking you both.

You should have eyes on the lodge.

We do. We also have eyes
on two Bear Grylls wannabes.

You guys are looking
pretty cute right now, not gonna lie.

Cool.

You must be Eric and Nell.

I'm Genevive,

the guide to your
Woodland Couples Connect journey.

We're just about
to break into groups.

- Oh. Perfect timing.
- Here's your welcome packet.

Oh, aren't you two the cutest?

Enjoy yourselves.

And don't be afraid to mingle.

Alrighty.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Let's say hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

My boyfriend and I
were a little late to the party.

But that wouldn't fit
on our nametags.

I'm Eric and this is Nell.

- I'm, uh, Paul.
- And I'm Tara.

I am so silly. I forgot
to confiscate your devices.

Don't forget this is
an unplugged retreat.

We keep your phones
charging in the supply closet,

and you'll have 15 minutes
with them at dinner.

- Okay.
- I'm terribly sorry.

No, no. That's the point.
Them's the rules, right?

Thank you for cooperating so fully.

- Wow, Genevive is so sincere.
- Yeah.

And she has supersonic hearing.

That text wasn't even that loud.

I know, right?
She's like Batman or something.

Or Catwoman,
because she stole all our phones.

If we wanna get technical,
she would be Selina Kyle,

Catwoman's alter ego,
because she's the thief, right?

- Well played.
- Thanks. Heh.

Um, I think we're breaking out
into groups of two couples.

Do you wanna pair up?

Or, well, I guess if two pairs pair up,
then it's quad up.

- Quad up, yeah.
- Quad up.

Yeah, whatever it is, we're there.

Should we catch up with you?

Awesome. Bye, guys.

I'm getting some static in my ear.
Can you hear me?

Yeah, the comms weaken
the further you go from your phones.

Yeah, I was afraid of that. Um...

I'll just try to...

Pair the Bluetooth
with a range extender

to enhance the signal radius.

- I was about to say that.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, go ahead.

Hey, Sam.

Excuse my Russian bluntness,
but is Callen okay?

He's been going through
a rough patch. I mean, we all have.

- You tell me.
- Well, he shut down on me

for a while,
which was understandable.

Then he purged
all the furniture from his house.

Then things were great, and...

And now I'm not sure.

Furniture thing is pretty typical.

How about using
a dining room table as firewood?

- Is that typical?
- Maybe not, but I get it.

You know, you gotta find a way
to cope with the demands of the job,

even if it means
literally burning up your past.

How do you cope?

I talk to Michelle.

She hears it all.

Nothing beats having someone
to listen to you who gets it, you know?

How you doing?

Dave, I'm sending you a pic
of our victim Logan's computer setup.

Whoa, exceptionally rare
for a home computer setup.

Okay, those three black boxes
with the lights are called RAID arrays,

which is extra data backup
for the extra paranoid.

The two side-by-side cords
on the back, fiber-optic cables,

good for getting into restricted places
and collecting information.

Look at this.

Tara and Paul...

with Logan.

So not only do they know
each other, but they double-dated.

Take turns telling your partner

the moment you knew
you were in love with them.

Look into their eyes.

One person in each group go,

then switch.

Eric, why don't you go first?

Okay. Well, um, okay.

- We should turn off the comms.
- No, we should not.

- Would you stop? It's amazing. Listen.
- No, this is so awkward.

- I don't wanna do this.
- We're doing our jobs.

Nell... Heh.

When you subbed in

on my bar trivia night.

We were friends before, but...

That's when everything changed.

And that's when I knew.

That's when I knew
I was in love with you.

Not only because your unfathomable
knowledge of pirate diseases

helped break our losing streak,

but because of how amazing
you were with my friends,

and how amazing you are with me.

I can't top that.

- You go first, hon.
- Um...

I knew that I was in love with you

when you came to my home
and you met my family.

And, um, my sister Chelsey had just
found a robin in the backyard

with a broken wing.

And she loved animals,
and she was so upset, and...

It's okay.

- What are you doing?
- I seem to have misplaced

- my tiny little violin.
- Oh, my gosh, you are such a jerk.

Come on, bud.

Get you a little food, huh?

Hi. Why don't you go inside
and get yourself a snack,

and then take a little nap?

I don't know, I have to talk to him.

Gotta go.

- You can't be here.
- Well, I am.

You okay, Beth?

- Guy bothering you?
- No, babe.

Just someone from work who
happened to be in the neighborhood.

- How are you doing, man?
- Good.

I'll meet you. Send me an address.

Just go.

So funny running into you.

I'll see you at work on Monday.

- Take care, pal.
- You too.

Oh, Ginger Peach.

That's a good one.

I'm pretty sure I took the last one.

Sorry. But I'll trade you Earl Grey.

- You sure?
- Oh, yeah.

It's one of my faves.
I drink it with my boss all the time.

All right.

Hey, I noticed you were
kind of upset before.

Is everything okay?

Oh. Yeah, I don't know
what came over me.

Maybe it's because
you and Eric are so simpatico.

You know, my sister
loved animals, too.

We lost her about 12 years ago now.

How is that possible?

We used to play this game
down at the city pool.

It was this dolphin game, and she was
way too old to be playing it. Heh.

But I was in this gift shop
in Santa Monica last week with Eric,

and we passed this display
of glass figurines,

and they were all these animals.

I couldn't stop staring at the dolphin.

And then I burst into tears.

I'm just...

I'm gonna find a restroom.

Hey, don't worry.

I am right there with you. Ha, ha.

I wiped the data off an old phone,

turned that one in.

You've done this before.

Actually, no, it's our first retreat.

Nell's company is
on this big wellness kick,

and they offered us all these
incentives if we came.

But, uh, it's kind of nice to be here.

Yeah, it'd be nicer
if your lead developer

wasn't at a conference in London.

I've gotta keep eyes
on my e-mail all day.

Tara too.

Well, just watch out
for Catwoman, right?

Yeah. Um, excuse me.
Just nature's calling.

Hey. So Tara seems upset again.

She just abruptly
ended our conversation,

then excused herself
to the restroom.

Paul just cut off
his conversation with me.

Something is definitely up
with these two.

Or maybe somebody
contacted them, like the buyer.

Or maybe they just texted
each other to meet in the restroom,

but I didn't really
get a rendezvous vibe.

Okay, whenever
Tara and Paul come back,

keep your eyes on them,
do not let them out of your sight.

- Will do.
- Copy that.

Man, this is an amazing
overwatch setup.

What? Are you bummed that they got
to go undercover and we didn't?

No, they're perfect for this.

I'm just sad we're not doing it
in a coastal community

where I could do some
surfing at the same time.

Oh, come on.

Woods are about losing yourself
in the majestic pine trees,

reveling in bird calls, and watching
squirrels chase each other.

- It's awesome.
- I'm sorry.

Are you reading off
a brochure someplace?

The woods will always be terrifying.

Know how many horror movies
they shoot out here?

A bunch.

Okay, city boy. You know what the
best part about being in the woods is?

- The drive home? Wait, no, 'smores?
- Mm.

First of all it's not 'smores,
it's s'mores.

And second of all, just being
with the people you care about.

Wow, I did not see that coming.
That was very charming.

- But also the s'mores.
- Right.

Speaking of which, we need a fire.

You need a fire.
Yeah, no, I'll make you a fire,

as long as I can do it in the warmth
and safety of this nice motor home.

I'll tell you what.

You go build me a fire outside
so that I can roast my marshmallows,

maybe later we can have a little
couples' retreat of our own.

Oh, wow, making fire outside.

So easy.

Any questions
about the scavenger hunt?

Yeah. Can we have our
phones back to take pictures?

Take mental pictures.

Reconnect with nature,
and with each other.

Okay, we're gonna hike up
toward the hills, then split up.

Listen for my whistle.
We'll reconvene before moving on.

Now, let's get going,
if we wanna get back before dark.

Okay.

Headed southeast
from the back of the lodge.

Tara and Paul are moving fast.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Found out Logan
used his credit card

at a Beverly Hills parking garage
one week prior to his murder.

I'm sending you a freeze-frame
from the video taken in the garage.

It's a good match with the composite
sketch from the restaurant staff.

That's our guy. What's his name?

Trevor Young.

Oh. Trevor has been
on the feds' radar for quite a while.

He's a freelance broker,
suspected hit man.

He seems to work
with a lot of people.

If the Nelsons and Logan had data,
this would be the guy to move it.

Logan was the link between
the Nelsons and Trevor.

Then why did Trevor kill Logan?

Well, once Logan introduced
Trevor to the Nelsons,

he made himself expendable.

And Trevor probably doubled his fee.

So it's a good way to make sure
the Nelsons didn't back out of the deal.

- Let's pick him up and bring him in.
- I just found his address.

Sending it to you now.

Hey, hey.

Easy, easy.

The Nelsons are still booking it.

Could've gone any direction.

So you guys should have
an uphill trail right in front of you.

Got it. Time for some cardio, Eric.

Scoot. Ahem.

By the way, your NSA agent friend
Michael is really, really sweet.

I love your ability to make friends.

I have lots of friends because I have a
super-secret method of making them.

Picking up people's bar tabs

is not what I would call
a super-secret method.

- How did you know that?
- Because you did it to me, goofball.

Picking up somebody's
bar tab is foolproof,

but when you're breaking the ice,

never underestimate a strategically
placed celebrity impression

- from a nice '80s movie.
- Like what?

The next time you're
hanging out with somebody new,

try dropping in a nice quote
from Pretty in Pink,

- see what happens.
- Okay, I'll try that.

Get to the chopper.

Ha-ha-ha! Predator? I love that movie.

Come on.
We have to save California.

It's charming
and endearing. It's sense memory.

You cannot resist my Arnold.

Federal agents. Stop.

I'm sending a couple of photos
to you, Dave.

Shooter at Trevor's house has a
bracelet with the Arabic word almawit.

It means “death.”

If I had to guess,
this guy works for the buyer.

Let me know if you find anything.

Sam, you gotta see this.

It's Trevor.

Looks like the buyer wanted
to eliminate the middleman.

Checked the body of the shooter.

No hard drive, no thumb drive.

Yeah, I checked
Trevor's body too. Nothing.

The exchange probably
hasn't gone down yet.

Could be why the Nelsons are
at the retreat, to make the exchange.

We searched all over.

- Nothing in there.
- Okay, thanks.

Hey, Sam, check your phone.

Okay.

The name on that bracelet
you sent me a photo of earlier?

Almawt, yeah, they portray
themselves on their website

as a religious brotherhood.

But it appears that
they're a fledgling organization,

suspected of funding
terrorist activities in the U.S.

And they wear matching bracelets.

How cute.

Oh, and here's the real smoking gun.

They were recently denied tax-exempt
status as a religious organization.

So, Almawt may think
they had undercover IRS agents

in their organization.

So they paid Trevor to get
somebody to hack into the IRS

to get the names of the agents.

I just got a hit on facial rec.

Look who Trevor was meeting
at a park in West Hollywood

two days before Logan was murdered,
and the day they left L.A.

Paul and Tara Nelson.

Thanks, Dave.

Nell, Eric,

bring in Tara and Paul Nelson
immediately.

Hetty, that might be a problem.

Our group leader,
Genevive, stopped

to check our progress
on the scavenger hunt.

It was only a minute, but it was enough
for Tara and Paul to slip away.

Now we've been looking for them
for the past five minutes or so.

Kensi and Deeks
don't have eyes on them either.

What we're trying to say is
the Nelsons are gone.

Well, find them.

You changed.

Going for a run
on the Strand after this.

There's nothing in here
to be afraid of.

How do I know some old geezer
isn't hiding somewhere,

ready to give me
another concussion?

Memories.
Well, maybe not in your case.

You're expecting an apology.

Is there a reason why
we're not having this conversation

- at the Lompoc Women's Prison?
- I was doing my job.

Okay, we've gone over this
multiple times.

It's almost like you're the one
who got hit in the head.

And, uh, Mr. GQ, I take it
that's your next mark?

It's my husband.

You could've really ruined things
for me, showing up like that.

That's your real family?

- How old is your kid?
- Six.

So when we were...

together,

you had a 3-year-old son at home?

Anything else
I can help you with, Callen?

No.

No, I'm good.

There is one more thing.

You can give me Sabatino's location.

You two were the last agents
alive at that whole circus.

Now he's in the wind.

No one's heard from Sabatino.

I haven't heard
anything from anyone.

If you need to contact me,
call this number.

Don't show up at my house again.

Looks desperate.

Looking, looking, looking...

Bingo, yeah, we got a ranger station
a quarter-mile ahead of you.

- Good place for an exchange.
- Head west and see

if you can spot any
tracking signs along the way.

- Disturbed rocks and grass.
- We got boot prints.

- Let's hope we're on the right path.
- You got this, guys. Come on.

Huh. The man you shot
drove all over L.A.,

but kept going back
to this one address.

There's a lot of office buildings
around there.

How many times did he go there?

At least three times
in the past four days.

If he was a member of Almawt,

I bet that's their spot.

Take a picture.

Dave, we're sending you a photo
of an address where we think.

- Almawt was meeting.
- Copy that.

Tara, stop. We're federal agents.

- Nell?
- You'll make it easier if you don't run.

We know about you and Paul
selling the information.

- It's over.
- It's not over.

We didn't sell anything.

They kidnapped my sister Chelsey,
and they forced us to do this.

Oh, God. Honey, you should sit.

You shouldn't be moving.

Okay, listen, a man with dark hair
and a baseball cap met us here

to get the solid-state drive
that had the information on it.

He pulled a gun on us,
but Paul fought him off.

And he just left,
and he has the drive.

- Which way did he go?
- That way.

Please, I don't know if my sister
is still alive. Please, please, hurry.

All right, stay here with Paul.

Eric and I will go find some help.

- Only way out here is to hike.
- Let's move.

- Kensi, Deeks?
- Yeah, we're on our way.

- Damn it.
- Come on.

- I got it.
- Go. What are you doing?

- I'm going as fast as I can.
- Lift it. We gotta go.

- Yeah. Sonof a...
- Go, go, go. There you go.

We're heading to the trailhead,
see if we can cut him off.

Looks abandoned from outside.
What do you have on this building?

The cameras are
closed-circuit. I'm pretty much blind.

There's a bullpen in the middle
with offices around the side, but...

Wait, wait. Okay, it looks like there's
an exit door on the north side

that opens to a back hallway.

North side.

Sam, Eric and I are trying to stop
the guy with the drive.

Tara's sister may be in there,
but we never got a description.

They have Tara's sister.

I recognize her
from a photo at Logan's.

That's him. That's him.
That's him. Let's go.

Careful, he's heading your way.
He may have heard you.

On my one.

Three, two, one.

We're doing our best with this old rig.

Hold on, hold on.

Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

No, no. Watch out, tree!

Hey.

- Are you Chelsey?
- Yeah.

I'm Anna and that's Sam.

We're federal agents.

I was sure I was gonna die.

You're alive, Chelsey.
Let's get you out of here.

We lost him. It's all you guys.

Nice one, Beale.

- Spot of tea?
- Oh, thank you kindly.

A lot of truth out there
in the woods today.

Like that story you told about me?

Hello?

Hey, you're back.

And in one piece.

Oh. I interrupted something.

- No, nothing that can't be postponed.
- Mm-hm.

We didn't expect
to see you here so late.

Yeah. I'm just heading back
to San Diego.

Hetty told me to stop in here
before the hundred miles of freeway.

Oh, you're driving tonight?

My girlfriend had a bad day at work,

- so I wanna go cheer her up.
- Aww.

That's a bummer.
Where does she work?

The NCIS Cyber office, with me.

We kind of work together.

- Wow, that's an awesome setup.
- Ha, ha.

Well, thanks for being us today.

Hey, I mean, to pinch-hit
for you guys?

I should be thanking you.

You could not have done it better.

All right. So tea,
or coffee maybe for the road?

As long as you share a few stories
about life

in a traveling shipping container.

Ooh, and what the Cyber office is like.

And what your thoughts are
on holograms in the workplace.

Oh, yes, that.

Cream, no sugar?

Done.

Mr. Callen.

I wasn't expecting
to see you back here.

I like to look at something familiar
from a new perspective.

The view from my office is different

than the view from your office.

You wanted me to see her that way.

I wanted you
to see the whole picture.

It wasn't strictly personal.

Did you ask her about Sabatino?

You know I did,
but that's not the point.

Facing one's pain head-on,

and cauterizing the wounds,

that's true bravery.

Ignoring, denying,
deluding ourselves, just, um...

leads to more heartbreak.

Wonder if that really is her family.

It doesn't matter, Mr. Callen.

Lately, I see sunshine coming
from the cracks in that wall

you've been rebuilding
and rebuilding around yourself.

- Yeah, I'm gonna have that looked at.
- Mm.

I hated her just as much
as you did, for hurting you.

Sam said
everyone did a good job today.

Yeah. You should be, um,
proud of your team.

Yeah

lam.