All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S09 E12 Eng Sub

- We're all set. Fire away.
- Too busy.

- You are not too busy.
- I am.

This how we start our morning?

- Good morning.
- Kens, you have the clue, go.

And, no, we're not fighting.

- Uh, somebody is annoyed, though.
- Yeah? About what?

- About a stupid game.
- It's not a stupid game.

It is an educational activity
to hone your skills of deduction.

Sounds interesting.

Sounds like a waste of time.

When soccer players run
wind sprints, is that a waste of time?

When football players hit the gym,
is that a waste of time? No.

And neither is this, because it's gonna
make all of us better special agents.

- All right. Let the games begin.
- I love this attitude.

I'll give you an enigmatic statement.

You'll ask questions
to ascertain the truth.

- Why did the chicken cross the road?
- Ignore this.

A man pushes his car up to a hotel
and says, "I have no money."

- Sam dog.
- Why is he pushing the car?

You gotta ask questions
I can answer with "yes" or "no."

- Did the car break down?
- No.

- Does the car have gas in the tank?
- These are good questions. No.

Is he trading the car
for a free room at the hotel?

Well, that is an interesting theory,
but no.

- So the car's out of gas and...
- No, no. No.

No? "No, no, no" what?
You're contradicting yourself. I'm sorry.

You said there was no gas in the tank.

Was the man pushing the car
wearing a kilt?

Seriously?

- Yeah.
- Was he?

That is arguably the most
idiotic question I've ever heard,

but also, no, he was... He was not.

Okay. Was it snowing outside?

I got a question.
Eric, why did you whistle?

I whistled because I love this game,
and I think we have a case.

You think or you know?

Well, Mosley's up there,
and she's, uh, a little tightlipped.

Oh, what a shame.

Game over.

Is it? Is the game over,
or has the game just begun?

So this morning, at the crack of dawn,
there was yet another brushfire

- in the Los Padres foothills.
- Any casualties?

One death, no structural
damage, 100 percent contained.

- They ID the body?
- Not yet.

But the arson investigators
determined the cause of the blaze

as being next-generation,
military-grade napalm.

- What? Napalm?
- What they use in incendiary bombs.

- Didn't they ban that after Vietham?
- Banned it against civilians.

Last time we used it
in a military installation was Iraq '03.

The Mark 77 weapons
are being stored

at Fallbrook Naval Weapons Station
near Pendleton.

- Each carries 75 gallons of fuel gel.
- Any of them missing?

- Still waiting for confirmation.
- If one of those were stolen...?

- What would the damage be?
- Dropped from a plane,

2500 square yards of burns,
asphyxiation,

and carbon monoxide poisoning.

We'll check out the arson site.

Send us the GPS.

- Already did.
- Already did. Oops.

- Jinx.
- Oh, and Deeks,

did the guy who was pushing the car
know the owner of the hotel?

Yes. Yes, he did.

Nice work, Sam.

We're gonna get this. I believe in you.

Okay. You should have a chat
with the station's ordinance officer.

If we're going south,
I know this place in Laguna

- with the best fish tacos in L.A.
- Deeks, not today.

It's fine. It's on the way.
We get it to go, eat in the Audi.

- She spills everywhere.
- Let's not do this.

Fallbrook can be handled remotely
by you and Hidoko.

You are being called back
toL.APD.

What? Is this...? This is punishment
because I asked if "Mosley" was Irish?

I wasn't the one
who made the request.

There's a mandatory
active shooter course.

I thought you did that course
last month.

It's like playing laser tag
on a video screen, which I don't need,

because I have more
real-world experience than SWAT.

Apparently, this is mandatory
if you wanna keep your job,

your benefits, and your pension.

We should go. Let's go.

- Let's go.
- I do like that dental plan.

Found the body down the hill.

Remains of the ride.

We got lucky.
There's no homes around here.

Why would somebody
torch an empty field?

Pyromaniac? Just for kicks?

With napalm?

Hmm. Could've been a test
for something bigger.

Well, so much for the license plate.

Napalm burns at 1200 degrees,
liquefied the aluminum.

- Steel doesn't melt until 1500.
- And you know this because?

Because I do.

The bike broke apart.

Guess it's a good thing
I didn't wear my Yeezys today.

What is that, a beer bottle?

Glass melts at 1250.

How about marshmallows?

Really. It could be useful information
if we wanna make the perfect s'more.

Okay.

- Gas tank.
- Yeah.

Hey-o.

This survived pretty well.

Steel VIN.

Heat melted the rivets.

Wonder Twin powers, activate.

Okay, we ran the VIN with the DMV.

So the incinerated motorbike
is registered to a Zack Fuller, age 20.

- We have an address.
- All right, send Kensi and Hidoko.

Okay, they are wrapping up Fallbrook,
and you'll be working with ATF.

We'll stay here
and poke around some more.

Copy that. Kick some ash.

He was a nice young man.

It's a shame.

I warned him about motorcycles.

When I gave up my license,
I offered him my Volvo.

That's very kind of you.

Did he ever have friends
or relatives come by?

I have rules for my renters.

No overnight guests.

He kept to himself.

In two years, he never
even had a daytime guest.

- We're waiting for a search warrant.
- Ahem.

The boy is dead. Do your job.

Okay.

Wow. He certainly kept a tidy room.

If you find the next of kin,
I'll refund his cleaning deposit.

It's the very least I can do.

Did he have a fish tank?

No. He had an aquarium cleaning
business. He made house calls.

Do you mind if I take a look
at the closet?

Knock yourself out.

Thank you.

Could I trouble you
for some water, please?

- Be right back, dear.
- Thank you so much.

Empty containers of benzene,
kerosene, phosphorous, nitric acid.

If these are for napalm,
there's over 50 gallons here.

Enough to take down
the Staples Center,

the Federal Building,
a terminal at LAX.

Question is, who has it now,
and what are they planning?

Okay, it looks like
Zack Fuller's adoptive parents

died two years ago in a car crash.

He has no known living relatives.

Aside from his motorcycle registration,

there's not even a pinky-toe
of a digital footprint.

- Everyone's got a digital footprint.
- Au contraire.

No credit card, bank account,
cell phone, or e-mail.

- What about his income tax?
- Paid in cash at a 7-Eleven.

Takes a lot of effort
to live unplugged.

He had to have had a reason.

Well, we do know that in 2015

he started Navy Boot Camp
at Great Lakes NTC.

Without completing basic training.

Way to bury the lede.

We call it saving the best for last.

Check his OMPF in Tennessee.

If a superior failed him,
he could've been seeking revenge.

"Gavin & Sun
Solar Installation and Service."

That's right. Zack took care of it.

He wanted to save the planet.
I just wanted to save a few bucks.

- A price tag from Caroline's Aquarium.
- We should pay them a visit.

- Yeah.
- You can't. They went out of business.

Oh. Well,
then we should find the owner.

You're talking to her.

Really? Who's Caroline?

We named it for the Caroline Islands
where my husband fought.

Really? Was he Army or Navy?

First Marine Division at Peleliu.

Wow, that was a two-month battle.

Took him 10 years to get over it.
We opened up the shop in 1955.

You had a long run.

I'd still be in business
if it weren't for Amazon and Petco.

- Zack bought all this from you?
- He was a regular.

I'd give him referrals from folks who
were too lazy to clean their own tank.

How'd his clients contact him?
He didn't have a phone.

You can leave a message with me,
or meet him for coffee.

Eight a.m. every morning,
Borgese's Café.

Kensi?

I'm so sorry. A call from the office.
Excuse us.

Kensi, Hazmat ETA is five minutes.

- All right. We got a couple leads.
- Yes.

The solar contractor
and the coffee shop.

- How...?
- Hidoko filled me in.

Okay. Where are Callen and Sam?

They're looking into Zack's
connection to the Navy.

He lasted two months at basic training.
I just got his reviews.

Only two months?

That means poor performance
or misconduct.

No. Actually, he's got glowing reviews
and an honorable discharge.

So why did he leave?

He enlisted to work
in the Navy's Marine Mammal Program

with mine-hunting dolphins.

- That fits.
- Yeah.

Which was eliminated
and replaced

by an underwater drone program.

Poor little dolphins.
They can't catch a break, right?

First it's tuna nets, then they're
terminated by a gang of evil fish-bots.

Kensi, once Hazmat arrives, you two
can go check out the solar company.

Will do.

Sam and Callen are headed
to the coffee shop.

Oh. Can I get
a grande, iced, sugar-free,

vanilla latte with almond milk?

Why are you still here?

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

He look familiar?

Why do you need to know?

- Because he's dead.
- From excessive police force?

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
Do you know him?

I'm not comfortable answering
without a lawyer present.

You're not being arrested.
You're not even accused of anything.

Not yet. But in a minute,
it'll be obstruction of justice.

- That's five years in prison.
- Really? Coercion?

So predictable.

Yeah, he looks familiar.

Did he talk to you?

No, he mostly kept to himself.

Mostly?

Sometimes he'd sit with
that girl Amanda.

The one with the purple laptop.

Thank you, Isaac.

Amanda?

Special Agent Callen.

Special Agent Sam Hanna. NCIS.

No school today, huh?

Uh, no, we can leave campus
for study period.

The library's too rowdy
with all the gamers.

- What you working on?
- A philosophy paper.

You know who this is?

Zack.

He died today on his motorcycle.

Oh, my God.

Was he your friend?

No, no. Um, not at all.

He tried to talk to me
a couple of times, but I shut him down.

I'm here to do my homework.

What'd he talk about?

Uh... Mostly about how
he hated technology.

You know, he wanted people
to have conversations and connect,

and, uh, he definitely chose
the wrong place for that.

He ever ask you out?

No. No. Um, I barely knew him.

He seemed extremely shy.

Well, if you hear something else,
give us a call.

- Okay.
- Thanks for your time.

Quite possibly the world's worst liar.

If you want the truth,
it's right up there on that wall.

Okay, last one
for the east-facing array.

Got it.

- Morning.
- Oh, hey.

- I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye.
- Special Agent Harley Hidoko. NCIS.

Navy?

Sorry, we can't install solar
on submarines. Ha, ha.

- That's funny.
- I'm Gavin. My son, Carson.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you. Hey.

Do you guys remember
a client named Zack Fuller?

Doesn't ring a bell.

He rented a room from
an elderly woman, Martha Adams?

- Huh. I'm sorry.
- Does this help?

Oh, yeah. Dad, I don't think
you went out on that one.

Did anyone visit
during the installation?

There was no installation.
He couldn't afford it. He did it himself.

I just dropped off the panels.

Did you notice anything unusual
at the house?

- What?
- On his desk, there was a book.

I think the title was in Arabic.

Might've been the Koran.

Thank you.

This is Zack and Amanda
yesterday morning at 8:25 a.m.

- How long did they talk?
- Eighteen minutes.

- That definitely doesn't fit her story.
- Mm-hm.

Do we get a look at her computer?

Mm, not really.

- Go back 24 hours.
- Coming right up.

Two days in a row.

There. Zoom in on that.

Yeah.

- "Hot Mirror."
- You heard of it?

Yeah, it's an anonymous gossip site.

Looks like there's a chat group
from Amanda's high school.

Bringing up the URL now.

Oh, man.

They're ganging up on Amanda.

- It's vicious.
- It's cyberbullying.

With all this abuse,
she may wanna retaliate.

If she asked Zack to torch the school,
all her bullies would be in one place.

Along with a thousand
other innocent kids and staff.

Ugh, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

- Tracey Delgado?
- Yeah.

Special Agent Callen, NCIS.

Special Agent Sam Hanna.

- Did we wake you up?
- Sorry, I just got off a 24.

- Sorry about that. You're a firefighter?
- Uh, paramedic.

- Is Amanda home?
- She'll be soon.

She's okay?

She's fine. We're looking into someone
she may know from the coffee shop.

- Okay.
- You mind if we wait?

No, no, no, come on in.

- Did you get any sleep last night?
- Ugh, not much.

I've got an overtime
dayshift tomorrow.

That's how a single mom
saves for college.

Hmm. She's lucky to have you.

Look. We were wondering,
what do you know

about Amanda's
social media accounts?

Everything. I friend and follow her.
I check her posts every night.

- Are you familiar with Hot Mirror?
- No.

It's an anonymous app with
a chat group from her high school.

It seems that Amanda's
being bullied.

I'm afraid these are kind of rough.

"Amanda, you're a mistake
that never should have been born."

"Why don't you kill yourself
and make the world a better place?"

"Yes, we should barbecue her
and end world hunger." Oh, my God.

Does she talk to you
about this stuff?

I mean, she told me that kids
were teasing her about her weight,

but I told her to just ignore it
and it would go away.

Why didn't she tell me?

Well, she's a teenager.

She wanted to handle it on her own.

How's she doing in school?

Well, she used to get straight A's
until last semester.

I thought it was
because classes were harder.

Or it's from the bullying.

We're sensitive to her situation
but our concern is that Amanda

might be thinking about
some sort of revenge.

You said the app was anonymous.
Who would she get back at?

Maybe the whole school.

The whole school? How?

Last one.

That book title the solar guy saw
was Hindi, not Arabic.

That's a discriminatory assumption.
Wait.

Did Zack study Eastern philosophy?

Uh, no, it's a photo atlas showing
reef fish of the Indian Ocean.

Okay, anything else
hinting at a particular ideology?

No, not ideology, just oceanography.

Okay, so he's a lone wolf
with an unknown cause.

Got something
from his recycling basket.

It's a receipt for 10 cases
of foam coffee cups.

They're made of polystyrene.
That's a key ingredient in napalm.

Yeah. You dissolve the cups in
a solvent to create a sticky compound.

Can't be extinguished.

He wouldn't be able to transport
10 boxes on his motorcycle.

- He needed help.
- Yeah.

Check the receipt
for the time and date.

Not here. It's torn off.

Well, find it. That piece of paper
might solve the case.

- Oniit.
- Yeah.

Hello.

Hey, love.

What's going on?

We have some more questions
for you.

- Take a seat, please.
- Okay.

Thanks.

Amanda, we saw a video
with you and Zack

having some
rather long conversations.

I can lose track of time.

Looked like you were talking
about Hot Mirror.

I had no idea kids could be so mean.

Whatever. I've been teased
about how I look

for so long
that I don't let it get to me.

I don't pay attention.

It still hurts.

I couldn't have dealt with that
when I was in high school.

Did you talk to a teacher about it?

If they knew that I'd ratted them out,
it would get worse.

You have no idea.

Well, it can't be easy.

Yeah.

What's it like at school?

What do you think?

I don't know, the minute I walk through
the door, I get sick to my stomach.

You know, every kid in class,
every kid I pass in the hall,

they all look at me and smirk
like they've read every single post

and they all think that I'm just
this big, fat, pathetic loser.

Well, that's not true.

And you don't deserve any of this.

I love you.

We're gonna get through this, okay?

We're gonna do
everything we can to help.

We just have one question.

Did Zack talk to you
about burning down the school?

Are you crazy?

He had a big supply of napalm.

It's used in military bombs.

What the hell?

- So he never said anything to you?
- No. No, never.

Do you think Zack liked you?

I guess.

No one else would ever
talk to him at coffee.

Was Zack mad
that you were getting bullied?

Yeah.

Maybe decided to
burn down the school by himself.

Makes sense.

Wanted to defend her,
because no one else would help.

Biodegradable bags of cans,
paper, and bottles.

Zack made her recycle
and compost everything.

- So any luck, you two?
- No. No sign of the receipt yet.

We've accessed the security hard drive
at the Sharp and Frugal parking lot.

But it could
take several days to scan.

- Unless you get us a date and time.
- Yeah, okay.

Why wasn't your receipt thrown out?

It was stuck to the side
of the wastebasket.

So maybe it was wet?

Right. Check the bottles.
I'll check the cans.

- I feel so bad for that girl.
- Yeah.

- High school can be pretty tough.
- Yeah.

Cool kids made fun of me because
I was in a program for the gifted.

I was a geek, a dweeb.

No prom date.

I was really skinny and tall
during high school,

and so I got called
"bag of bones," "chicken legs,"

and, oh, my favorite, "Olive Oyl."

She needs to hear that it gets better.

- It's hard, but it does.
- Yeah.

Got it.

January 2nd, 3:29 p.m.

- All right. Nailed him.
- We have Zack walking out

with another young man.

Medium build,
wearing a baseball cap and hoodie.

- Can you run facial rec?
- Doubtful. He's turned away.

But we could look for a reflection.

Quickly. This could be the guy
with the napalm.

L.A.P.D. will go after the bullies.
What they did is a misdemeanor.

- You'll be protected from retaliation.
- Great. I'll let them know.

The school was informed.
The chat group was shut down.

- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.

- You're very welcome.
- Yeah.

Keep getting A's.
You're going places.

- Thanks.
- Take care of each other.

Oh, my gosh.

It's gonna take some time to heal.

Well, at least she's talking about it.
That's a pretty good first step.

I think we missed lunch.

There's still 50 gallons
of napalm out there.

- I'll settle for a drive-through.
- Now, that's music to my ears.

Napalm doesn't explode.

What the hell was that?

It was an underground gas leak.

There was a big pocket of methane
under the patio.

- Neighbor have a leaky pipe?
- Not necessarily.

Gas follows the path
of least resistance.

Travels outside the pipes,
dissipates into the air.

Right. With a concrete slab,
it gets trapped, builds up, until boom.

- Did they find the source?
- They will.

Probably a corroded pipe.
Could be blocks away.

Is it still leaking?

No. We cut off the gas
to the neighborhood.

- So much for my shower.
- Plenty of hot water at the station.

Yeah, maybe after my nap.
This time with earplugs.

Any more questions,
I'll be next door.

- Thanks, captain.
- Thank you.

- I'll be in, in a second, Mom.
- Okay.

Are you guys sure it's safe?

Well, they cut off the gas. Yeah.

Did you wanna tell us something?

One, two, three.

- Okay. What are we looking at?
- Fresh dirt in a hole?

Last weekend, Zack drilled down
30 feet with a water-well digger.

The guy's living off the grid?

He said it would shut down my
high school without hurting anyone.

How does that work?

Uh, there's a plugged oil well
from the 1920s under my backyard.

And it connects to a natural-gas field
1500 feet below.

The old oil field got pumped dry.

They inject and withdraw natural gas
from the caverns.

- It's a billion cubic feet down there.
- He wanted to tap into that?

Just a little bit.
Just to shut down the high school.

He said he could make a slow leak
to feed into school.

Instead he blew up
your neighbor's patio.

He said he missed the well.

He hit something.

- You helped him do this?
- No. No, it was all his idea.

He said there wouldn't be
an explosion,

just, you know, nausea and headaches
like Aliso Canyon.

I just wanted to stop the bullying.

- So earlier, you lied to us.
- No.

You asked me
if I wanted to burn down the school.

I don't. I...

I just need a break.

They'd have to shut down school
for like a month.

Zack said he was going to try
a different location, a different well.

Maybe Zack was planning
something bigger.

What do you mean?

It's possible that Zack was planning
on pouring napalm down the hole.

Why?

To turn your neighborhood
into a 4-mile blast crater.

He wouldn't do that.

Who helped him move the drill?

I don't know.

I wasn't here. I was at school.
My mom was working.

- We can't get anything on this guy.
- No reflections, never faces camera.

Somebody's drilling down
into the Bayside natural-gas field.

What? That's ridiculous. You'd
need a 1500-foot commercial drill.

You don't.

The oil wells in the 1920s
were less than 30 feet down.

Can you even drill through them?

Absolutely. They're capped with
cement and telephone poles.

- Yikes.
- Tell me something good.

Our mystery man could be
barista Isaac from the coffee shop.

His height and build,
pretty good match.

- Ooh, light bulb.
- Oh, fresh idea?

No, just security-cam footage from the
light bulb shop next door. Check it out.

Ah. We're on their backs.

Yeah, but look
where they're headed.

That's the Gavin & Sun Solar truck.

Zack was working with Carson,
the owner's son.

Kensi and Hidoko spoke with them.

I'm gonna send Hidoko and Kensi
back to the work site.

Hold up.
Is that a well-driller in the bed?

Or are you just happy to see me?

Don't make me send you to HR.

Inappropriate.

Zack hit a processed gas line.
It smelled like mercaptan.

The well would've been odorless.

He told Amanda he was going
to another location.

We've ID'd Zack's accomplice.

Carson Teed
from the solar company.

He could be drilling now.

We've got Kaleidoscope,
Kensi, and Hidoko on it.

That's not enough.

Fire Department is doing
a methane sweep with detectors.

- It's 400 blocks. It'll take forever.
- They're drilling at an old oil well.

- We need a map.
- We're working on that.

I need you to get
to the Gavin & Sun office right now.

Truck is gone.
Homeowner said they quit the job.

They gave them the name
of another company.

Dad said there was
a family emergency.

Carson's sister got in a car accident
and needs surgery.

Can you verify that?

Hey, guys.
Does Carson have a sister?

That would be a negative.

In the words of a great woman,
I sense impending mayhem.

Great. Out of business.

Why would someone wanna destroy
thousands of homes and lives?

I haven't quite
figured that one out yet.

I haven't seen one of those
since high school.

It's a model-rocket engine.

With a bunch of burnt fuses.

You shoot a model rocket
down a gas well,

you ignite the entire depth
in a few seconds.

Even faster with napalm.

Anything new on Carson?

He's the poster child for Earth Day.

Recycling, solar power,
reduced ocean pollution.

All good causes, but we've learned
that father Gavin was arrested in 1985

for tree-spiking in Oregon.

He's more of a radical on the fringe.

- Right.
- Zack partnered with them.

Have Hidoko and Kensi
talk to Amanda.

- See if she knows these guys.
- Yup.

We traced Carson and Gavin's
digital footprints.

Both hit the same dead end
at a portal to a dark website.

Real environmentalists
don't need the dark web.

Can you enter the site?

Well, it's practically impossible.

Unless you purloin a copy
of the TOR key generator.

You launch a side channel attack
using stochastic cryptanalysis.

And reconstruct the secret key.

Then you might have a shot.

- Bingo.
- Very nice.

Whoa, they're definitely not
winning any Webby Awards.

All right. "Topics:
Evils of Fossil Fuel,

Overpopulation Equals Death,

Paris Accord: Go to hell, U.S.A...

"The idiots in Washington
can't accept the science

that global warming is destroying us.

- Here's the congressional hit list."
- Wait, hit list?

That's figurative, right?
Like, don't re-elect these guys?

I hope so.

"911 Alert for Today." Click that link.

"Since America's turning
a deaf ear to the crisis,

we're taking a bold step
to send a message."

Whoa. "If you live in L.A.
and value your life,

stay away from Bayside
until after sunset.”

- Forty-eight thousand live in Bayside.
And sunset is at 5:01 p.m.

That gives us about an hour
before L.A. goes up in flames.

Let's move this to the roach coach.
We're going in.

- To Bayside?
- All of us?

All of us.

Okay.

I've got every traffic cam in Bayside.
No hits yet on the solar guys.

Maybe they ditched the truck.

You know what I can't stop
thinking about? Carson, the son.

He wasn't born
wanting to hurt other people.

He learned it from his dad.

Yup. Unfortunately,
that's how it works.

Okay, 50 blocks covered so far.

Three-fifty to go.

If you want me
to take over, just let me know.

- No, I think I got the drone covered.
- Are you sure? Because, you know...

How about you let me know
whenever you want me to take over?

Maybe when you, uh, can fly
one of these things in the bullpen

without crashing, we'll talk about it.

I think we need to stay focused.

We got a problem.

I'm all ears.

Amanda's missing.
Her mom woke up and she was gone.

All right, standby.

I'll call Callen and Sam.

- No.
- Thanks.

Isaac says Amanda
hasn't been back.

Maybe she did know
Gavin and Carson.

She could be helping them.
She lied before.

- Find a map of the oil wells?
- Not yet.

Don't hold your breath.
There's no diagram of their location.

Well, it was the 1920s.

It's not like they could
scan and digitize them.

Map's probably rotting away
somewhere in a warehouse

next to the Ark of the Covenant.

Eric, incoming.

- Are you kidding me?
- The map of your dreams.

Where'd you get this?

My college friend works at
the L.A. Library. It was on microfiche.

Microfiche? That's like
finding it on a cave painting.

Okay, so according to this,

I believe I'm flying over
an old oil well site now

near the last solar job.

- All right, zoom in.
- Okay.

Got it.

That's their truck.

- With a tank in the back.
- God.

Now switch to thermal imaging.

Thermal imaging?
What else does this drone do?

Oh, you know, 3D mapping to
1 centimeter, facial rec from 1500 feet.

I think I'm in love.

All right.

I've got an empty house,

but three warm bodies
in a detached garage.

Send in the cavalry.

All right, ease it back.

Sam and I will breach.
You two cover.

Copy that.

- Drone saw a skylight on the right.
- Maybe there's a window.

- We've got a ladder.
- Go.

- Federal agents.
- Hands on your head.

That would not be a good idea.

Drop everything now.

If you wanna be burned alive.

Dead-man's switch.

Ah. Correct. I can tell
this isn't your first barbecue.

Oh, you're very funny.

- Some can't appreciate gallows humor.
- Don't move.

Carson, what happens if they shoot?

Joystick pops back, lights the fuse,
rocket engine ignites the napalm,

burns through the well cap
to the gas field.

Creating 4 miles of devastation.

- You've done your homework.
- We have.

Guys, stall for a minute.

Why are you doing this?

- To save the planet.
- Sounds like you're destroying it.

If we wipe out
L.A's natural gas supply,

they'll have to convert
to solar and wind.

Thousands of people will die.

It's less demand
for natural resources.

- It's thinning the herd.
- You can't get away with this.

We knew that was a possibility.

- That's why we're staying here.
- We'll die as martyrs.

Inspiring others to take action.

What's she doing here?

Zack told her about our plans.
She obviously tipped you guys off.

Zack never told her anything.

She didn't even know
about the napalm.

Look, let's let her go. Okay?

She'll stay here and die with us.

Let's go.

Check if the guide wire's tight.

- Take them out on my count.
- Why the dead-man's switch?

Ah. My insurance policy. In case
you were smart enough to find us.

We know about the switch.
If you're onboard, say okay.

- Okay.
- Okay what?

- Three, two, one.
- I'm lighting it.

Shut it off. Shut it off.

You boys okay?

We're good.

You doused the rocket and capped
the hole. The napalm can't ignite.

Amanda, you all right?

Take that out.

- I thought I was gonna die.
- Not on our watch.

Slow down. Slow down and breathe.

- It's all my fault.
- No.

You're an innocent bystander.
They're the bad guys. It's their fault.

I can't stop shaking.

Look. You got through this,
you can get through anything.

It only gets better.

- Thank you.
- Okay? Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, you boys clean up nice.

I had to say goodbye
to my very favorite pair of boots.

- Aw.
- These are keepers. Cement shoes.

Mess with your boat,
sleep with the fishes.

Where's Hidoko?

Hidoko went to a spinning class,

because she is literally
the Energizer Bunny.

Wow, must have been an easy day
if you guys are already chilling.

- Did you crack that case?
- Heh. We did.

How'd you find the napalm?

Long story. Why don't you tell us
how your training went?

Amazing. You know, rigorous, brutal.

Yeah, those laser-tag things
can be tough.

I was wrong.
It wasn't a video game at all.

I went to this, um, abandoned
shopping mall. It was pitch black.

We breached in a stack,
then got lit up by all the bad guys,

ambushed with
the semi-automatic sims. Check it.

Oh, my gosh.

Air-soft pellet contusions.

It stings even more when I flex.

Air soft. I can't even imagine.

- Ibuprofen?
- I love you.

So you solved your case,
but did you solve the mystery

of the man pushing his car
up to the hotel?

You know,
we were talking about that all day.

- Did you really?
- Mm-hm.

- You have any more questions?
- Yeah, um,

was the guy driving a race car
about, uh, that big?

Yes, he was.

And was the hotel red
and made of plastic?

- Yes, it was.
- He was playing Monopoly.

He pushed the car to the hotel
on Boardwalk, and went bankrupt.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm impressed.
This is what I was talking about.

It's a team coming together,
using their powers of deduction.

- Nice work. How long did it take you?
- I don't know.

Point-zero-eight-seven seconds,
I think.

Yeah. We Googled it.

You Googled it?

You cheated. You took the shortcut.

Know what? This is what's wrong
with your whole generation.

Every great investigation
starts with the Internet.

Okay, how about
I just give you another one?

How about we take you for a drink
so you can nurse those wounds?

Beer, shuffleboard at Boomtown?

- Actually, that sounds much more fun.
- Awesome.

What do you think
about inviting Mosley?

Mm, she looks busy to me.

She did good today.
The drone, the microfiche.

Maybe next time. You coming?

I'll meet you there.

- All right. We're taking the Audi.
- Shotgun.

- I'm picking the music.
- I'm picking the earplugs.

Kam.

No, I'm just calling to say hello.

You know you can call me to talk
anytime, right? You know that, right?

Yeah, even when
I'm shooting at the bad guys.

No, it's not a problem,
we could still talk.

I would put you on speakerphone.