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Previously on NCIS Los Angeles:

We found somebody. George
Nelson, former NIS Agent in Vietnam.

Most the guys I had served with are
gone. I'm not sure how long I got.

Harris Keane.

Remember the helicopter crash?

You left me to die.

- I thought you were dead.
- I would've been better off.

There's always someone worth killing,
and I did, hundred times over.

Then one day, I put my rifle down.

I don't even know
what home is anymore.

It's with us now.

You do know we have a gas stove,
right?

It's called Glamping for a reason.

Cooking S'mores on a stove
is blasphemy. Lend a hand?

We had to march ten miles
just to get here,

and now you want me to do
physical labor?

First of all, that was two miles, tops.

Second of all,
this hardly counts as labor,

and to quote my dad,
it does build character.

So come on,
put your phone down and help.

All right. Just hold on.

I got no service and I can't get this
stupid Wi-Fi to work.

Wasn't the point of coming out
to escape technology?

I know, but... Whoa, what is that?

Relax, it's a rocket launch
from Vandenberg.

We saw a story about it on the news
last night.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Oh, I got to record this,
the Gram is gonna love it.

That can't be normal, right? Uh...

- Is that coming towards us?
- Yeah, it is. Run.

- Run.
- Go, go, go.

Run.

I'm not saying it's stupid,
It's boring.

- It's not, it's soothing.
- It's a waste of time, Deeks.

That's like saying that therapy
is a waste of time

because after a long day
of things blowing up,

and getting shot at,
and arresting bad guys,

I just like to go home and relax
and watch some Slow TV.

My God, yesterday, you watched eight
full hours of a boat crossing a fjord

and nothing was happening,
the boat wasn't on fire,

there was no pirates,
there wasn't even any music.

I know, that's part of
the Slow movement,

finding a better pace for life.

What's wrong with our pace?

Things are moving so fast,

a single tweet could
start a nuclear war,

that we could all benefit by
just slowing down a little bit.

- There you are!
- Oh, my God.

We gotta go, we got a case, it's...

It's more than a case, it's so cool.
You gotta come, hurry, hurry, hurry!

Come on, come on, come on!

Is he foaming at the mouth?

I'm having heart palpitations
just from watching that.

Here we go.
Last night, Proxima Aerospace

launched a Janus three rocket from
the Vandenberg Air Force Base.

Ninety-one seconds into flight,
this happened.

- Great. Another episode of Slow TV.
- It's very relaxing.

Hm? Oh, jumped the gun a bit. Ahem.

Ninety-one seconds into flight,
this happened.

Oh, that's what I'm talking about!

Wait, there was no one on board,
right?

Correct. It was unmanned
but it was carrying a top secret payload

from the National Reconnaissance
Office.

The NRO designs, builds,

and operates
the government spy satellites.

The payload should be orbiting the
Earth now, but it crashed,

somewhere deep in
the Los Padres National Forest.

Campers and hikers
reported debris sightings all morning,

but unfortunately, nothing significant
has been recovered.

The Defense Department has
launched a massive search effort.

- It's all hands on deck.
- Which also includes us.

I just sent Agents Callen, Hanna,
and Jones

to the operations based
in Los Padres.

- They should arrive shortly.
- What about me and Deeks?

And me, Eric Beale,
because I'm going too.

And Hidoko.

I'm terrified. Where are we going?

You four will be investigating
the rocket failure.

By going to Proxima Aerospace.

Home of the next generation
of space flight.

- Eric?
- Yes?

I just got off the phone
with the NRO Director.

Proxima will be coming to us.

With all due respect,
Assistant Director,

- I'll be of much more use on site.
- I hate to say it, but I agree.

If something went wrong
with the rocket,

the evidence is probably
at Proxima.

This wasn't an accident,
it was sabotage.

Sabotage? Then, the saboteur
will be at Proxima, let's go, come on!

Eric, the NRO already has a suspect
they'd like us to question.

They're headed over to
the boatshed now.

I'm sorry, I don't understand,
when am I going to Proxima?

- Can you two handle this?
- We got it.

- Of course.
- All right, little buddy!

- We'll get you through this.
- What?

- I got a video for you to watch.
- A video?

- Yeah, it's about a boat.
- Argh.

But rockets...

He is a genius but, boy,
is he high maintenance.

Yeah.

Whatever this payload is,
it must be important.

It's like they're preparing for battle.

Three thousand square miles
of wilderness.

Mother Nature's a force to be
reckoned with.

Mm. So is the call of nature.
Hi, I really need that restroom.

Again, I'm sorry I missed the rest stop.

Well, you were driving and that makes
you the dad of the road trip,

and it's the dad's responsibility
to let everyone know

- when the rest stop's coming up.
- She's not wrong.

I don't know the rules. I didn't do
a lot of road trips as a kid.

You, by the way, are an actual dad.
Why didn't you say something, huh?

Oh, that's right,
you slept the whole way.

Yeah. Well, I was an actual dad
until 2 a.m.,

helping Kam study for her finals exam.
I deserve a couple hours of shut-eye.

Oh, finally. Which one of you
is the lion tamer? Heh.

Because this is a circus?

Sorry, haven't slept in 36 hours,
I get a little loopy. Melissa Gates.

NRO Mission Director's Chief of Staff.

Agent Callen, this is Agent Jones,
Agent Hanna.

- NCIS Office of Special Projects.
- Perfect. This is a very special project.

If you'll follow me,
I'll show you our little big top.

- Okay.
- Okay.

We'll get you guys set up down here
in the command post,

and then we'll get you out in the field.
Hey, my area. Get away from that.

Any progress on the search so far?

We've recovered a number of pieces
of the rocket,

but still haven't located the payload.
Funny thing about these satellites,

their transponders don't actually
activate until they reach space.

Let's just say this one fell a bit short,
emphasis on fell.

So it is a satellite?

- I shouldn't have said that.
- No, you shouldn't have.

I'm so sorry, sir. Colonel Lawson is the
NRO Mission Director for the launch.

Colonel Lawson, Agents Callen,
Hanna, and Jones, NCIS.

We need you geared up
and in the field ASAP.

The longer this payload is missing,

the more likely it is to be damaged
or destroyed.

It would help us to know a little bit
more about what it is we're looking for.

Let me be clear, agent. I am not here
to help you, you're here to help me,

and if I point in a direction,
you go there, understood?

Yes, sir.

Gates, with me.

Well, I'm sure on days when his rocket
doesn't blow up, he's a really nice guy.

Keane? Keane.

We need to talk.

All right. You guys all set?
Water, sunscreen, MREs?

We're good.
Where's the helo dropping us?

Glad you asked. So your landing zone
will be 20 clicks from here,

and I will be monitoring you
the entire time.

- Oh, that's reassuring.
- That's fun.

Yeah, this command post
was put up in a hurry.

Just working some kinks out.

Luckily, we've got ye old analog
alternative.

Sweet. Okay.

So the white pins and red circles
indicate areas

where we believe debris has fallen.

Now, that's based on visual sightings
and ballistic arcs.

The remaining pins indicate locations
of search parties currently in the field.

You guys will be dropped
right about here,

and then you will work clockwise
and out.

Walking around in circles,
sounds like fun.

I don't want excuses,
get them on the radio,

- or get out of my command post.
- Gates.

What's going on?

We lost contact
with the search party

- half an hour ago.
- Which party?

Air Force Office
of Special Investigations.

Three-man party led
by Agent Murphy.

Don't worry,
it's probably technical difficulties.

- Gates.
- Oh, the ringmaster needs me.

Your chopper leaves in five.
Happy hunting.

Every member of that team
has their own radio.

It's hard to believe they all went out
at the same time.

And they have sat phones like us.

That's not far from where we're going.
You thinking what I'm thinking?

- People over payload.
- Let's take a little detour.

Colonel Grumpy Pants
is not gonna like that.

- All the more reason.
- Mm-hm.

- Chelsea Parker?
- There's been a mistake.

So you didn't program
an unauthorized increase in thrust,

- causing an explosion and crash?
- No, that's insane.

Interesting, because it was done
from your station.

I worked for years on this launch.

Nights, weekends,
I sacrificed relationships.

Why would I sabotage it
after all that?

Well, Chelsea,
that's what we're here to find out.

This is everything we know about you
and we're going through it...

I just can't believe this.

- How long has she worked for you?
- Five years.

Model employee, or so I thought.

When I checked
the programming after the explosion,

and saw what she had done,
I thought I was going crazy.

All right. Launch sequence,
main engine burn, no surprises there.

Though in retrospect,
I should've seen the warning signs.

This is where she programmed
the increase... Wait a second.

I mean, she follows Edward Snowden
on Twitter.

Why did she...?

She goes to all of those marches,
you know, for women and minorities...

Who I support absolutely, but there's
a radical element, you know.

- Nope.
- Eric, where are you...?

Show me how you programmed
the staged separation sequence.

You heard the man.

- What's he doing?
- That is a very good question.

And?

- She's free to go.
- Uh...

- You're free to go.
- Hold on a second.

You don't actually get to say that.

- Well, she didn't sabotage the rocket.
- What?

In computer programing, there are
two methods of code indentation,

- using spaces and using tabs.
- Right.

The code used to sabotage
the rocket was written with tabs.

All of Chelsea's code,
including this one, used spaces.

Pfft. That's not...

She might have just done that
to throw us off the trail.

Okay. But then why would she
program it from her own station?

- That seems counterintuitive.
- Clearly it wasn't her.

I always use spaces. It's not as
efficient, but it's more accurate.

- Totally.
- Honestly, tabs drive me insane.

They're the worst.

When Donald asks me to fix
his code, I pull my hair out.

- Drive me bananas.
- Hold on a second.

Donald, as in Donald Jenkins,
your boss, who's just outside?

- He uses tabs?
- Yeah.

- And he has access to your station?
- He's my boss.

Hidoko!

He took a swing at me.
It was pathetic. So pathetic.

- Okay.
- All right.

Tabs.

I'm sorry about the mess.
You were good enough to put me up...

Oh, I don't care about the mess,
Keane.

You were avoiding my calls.

The psychologist
I recommended says

you never showed up
to the appointment.

I was worried.

And I think I was right to be.

It's just... It's this dry climate,
I'm not used to it.

I keep getting nosebleeds...

Hetty, if I wanted to kill myself,
I would have done it long ago.

Hell, I've had plenty of chances.

What is all this?

It looks like letters,
but I don't see any envelopes.

Keane?

That's because the post office doesn't
deliver where they're gonna go.

Captain Thien Lu, Eighty-Third
Viet Cong Sapper Battalion.

He wiped out an entire village
for talking to the Americans.

After the war,
he settled down on a farm.

That's where I found him.
And that's where I took him out,

while his wife and three daughters
slept in the other room.

Madame Song. She delivered
young girls to the Khmer Rouge.

And what... One night, I just,
I followed her home and she...

Stop. I don't need to hear this.

You can't keep doing this to yourself.

This is not atonement.

This is punishment.

My sins are all I have left, Hetty.

Keane, there's a suit in there.

Put it on. You're coming with me.

Okay.

Mountains, forest, oceans, desert,

all within an hour's drive of L.A.

Sometimes I forget how lucky we are.

Not sure everyone would agree
with you.

- Earthquakes, forest fires, mudslides.
- Ha, ha.

Sometimes it feels like
disaster roulette.

Disaster roulette.

There's danger everywhere. At least
we get a little beauty with our beast.

Callen, Sam, you copy?

- Go ahead, Nell.
- All right.

I am tracking your progress,
and you are

approaching the missing search party's
last known coordinates.

Thanks.

- Agent Murphy.
- NCIS, we're here to help.

Agent Murphy.

Sam.

G.

That's the entire search party.

We're not the only ones looking
for that payload.

Yeah. Whatever that satellite does,
someone's willing to kill for it.

I swear, I didn't mean to assault
that agent.

Calling whatever that was "assault"
is giving you too much credit.

Would you consider yourself
a betting man, Donald?

It's okay,
we know about the gambling.

- And the debt you're in.
- Seventy-five thousand, to be exact.

- Being a bad gambler is not a crime.
- No, just motive to sabotage a rocket.

But, you know what? Accessory to
murder, that actually is a crime.

I'm sorry, murder?

One of the search parties looking
for the payload

from the rocket you blew up?
They were taken out. Shot dead.

Three agents who are not
coming home to their families.

You did that.
They're dead because of you.

Argh! It wasn't supposed to happen
like this.

So why don't you tell us
how it was supposed to happen?

I was approached by a loan shark
that I owed.

- Name.
- Franco Martinez.

Only he wasn't coming to collect.
He was offering to pay off my debt,

half up front, half afterwards,
plus a bonus,

if I did this little thing for him.

This little thing being sabotaging
a rocket

carrying a top-secret
government payload.

Not so much a little thing.

If I'd known people were gonna
get killed, I never would've agreed.

Oh, stupid Donald. Oh, so stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

- Stop hitting yourself in the head.
- Stupid, stupid Donald.

- Or keep doing it.
- Yeah, I'd let him.

Franco Martinez.

Small-time loan shark known
to operate in Koreatown.

Somebody's putting a lot of money
into this.

Franco's probably the middleman.

We need to figure out
whoever's bankrolling this operation.

Have Donald contact Franco
and arrange a meet.

Sorry. So you want us to put that guy
in the field?

Stupid.

We don't have much of a choice.
Walk him through it, coach him.

I don't have to have faith in
the student, just the teachers.

- Yeah, but what you...?
- Uh...

Stupid!

- This is...
- I don't...

Stupid Donald.

All three of them took a hit in the back.

They were ambushed.

- Sam.
- Yeah?

I only found two of their walkies.
One of them is missing.

Hey, guys. So the helo's en route
to evac the bodies,

and we're attaching Marine fire teams
to all search parties.

Wait, why are you calling me
on a sat phone?

A walkie was taken from one
of the bodies.

We have to stay off open airwaves.
Sat phones only.

That will slow down
the search process.

It's a small price to pay.
We can't risk it.

I will alert the colonel.
Before you go,

the search party you found was
looking for a large piece of debris

that landed east
of your current location.

If the killers were after that payload,

I bet they're headed there now.

- Thanks, Nell.
- Yup.

Can never just go for a nice walk
in the woods, can we?

I've been thinking.

Now would be a good time for
zeppelins to make a comeback.

- You mean blimps?
- Uh, how dare you.

A blimp is a floating billboard.
I'm talking about a dirigible.

I mean, talk about staterooms,
and martini bars, hot tubs,

all while the scenery
is just peacefully floating by.

I'm so glad
you're still on this slow kick.

Slow is the new fast.
Why not do slow travel?

Because we already have that in L.A.,
it's called driving.

Hello? Can you two keep it down?
I'm barely holding it together here.

All right, Donald, you need to take
a few breaths and relax, okay?

- Relax.
- We got your back.

I'm trying but all I can think
about are blimps.

Which had their shot
and we all know how that ended.

Yeah, says the guy whose rocket just
"Oh, the humanitied"

all over a national forest, Donald.

Heads up. I got eyes on Franco.

You can do this. Slow and steady.

I contact you, not the other way
around. Remember, Donnie?

I know, but I, uh, need the other half
of my money.

Not the deal.
We still gotta retrieve the payload.

What if I can help you do that?

There is a program on this that'll open
a backdoor to Proxima's systems

and activate the transponder.
Once you're in,

- you can export the location data...
- Pump the brakes.

I don't know a lot about
this technobabble stuff.

Tell you what. Come with me,
explain it to him yourself.

Uh, I don't think that's necessary.
Can't you just take it?

Well you see, Donnie,
it's his money, not mine.

Franco's armed.

You wanna change the deal,
it's him you gotta talk to.

Just do what he says, Donald.

- Is there a problem?
- Donald, say no. Or shake your head.

For the love of God, do something.

- Good, vamonos.
- Donald, it's gonna be okay.

Ditch your earwig
in case they search you,

but do not worry,
the tracker on the USB is active

so we got your back the whole way.

And now we got no ears.

At least he's a capable agent
with years of training to fall back on.

What could possible go wrong?

He died a few weeks ago.

After a long battle
with a presumptive condition.

Agent Orange?

I only just found out yesterday.

Do you remember Nelson?

I barely knew him, Hetty.

It was a lifetime ago.

You have one too. A grave.

Back in Wyoming,
next to your parents.

But that one's empty.

Is it?

You may not wanna die, Keane.

But you don't want to live, either.
And that's a problem.

Because I owe you a life.

Then let me make it easy on you,
Hetty.

I absolve you of your debt.

But...

it doesn't matter if I forgive you,
does it? When you...

can't forgive yourself
for leaving me behind.

It's coming for us all, Keane.

It's already taken George and Owen.

Charles is fighting as best he can.

I need to make this right

with the time I have left.

But I can't do it alone.

He'll be here soon enough.

- You like golf?
- Not particularly.

Grab yourself a drink,
all your troubles will soon be gone.

It looks whoever they're meeting
isn't here.

Yeah, we gotta find a way
to get ears on him.

- I got the best idea ever.
- Oh, what?

Is anyone out there?

I repeat, can anyone hear me?

Nell told everyone to stay off
the radios, right?

- Hey, Sam. Yeah, we can hear it too.
- This is Vanessa Podrasky.

My boyfriend and I saw
the rocket crash last night.

We went out into the woods
to check out the debris.

We found something
that looks important.

See if you can track the source.
No one respond until...

We hear you.
Can you describe what you found?

- Thank God.
- Who is that?

- We tried every frequency.
- No one on our end.

Okay, it's a bit damaged,
but it's a metal cube

about eight inches on either side,

and it has what looks like
solar panels on it.

- That's the payload.
- Vanessa, what is your location?

Vanessa, my name is Callen.
I'm a Federal Agent.

For your own safety, stay off the radio.

Why wouldn't we be safe?

I told you that this thing is probably
radioactive or something.

Vanessa, what's your location?

Don't answer that, Vanessa.
You could be in danger.

Okay. Look, don't talk to us
about being in danger.

This thing almost Killed us.

Send somebody to come and get it.

We're at a campsite two miles north
of the Jubilee Trailhead.

Perfect. We're ten minutes away.

Who is this? Identify yourself!

Sit tight, Vanessa.
We're coming to get you.

Nell, talk us in.

Yeah, we've located the campsite
mentioned over the radio.

It turns out it's just 2.4 miles
east of your current location.

We've redirected a search drone
to the area

- and it should be overhead.
- Wait.

The voice on the radio said they were
ten minutes away from the campsite.

There's no way we're gonna make it.

Vanessa, you and your boyfriend
are in serious danger.

The man you were talking to
on the radio has already killed

three Federal Agents,
and he is headed your way.

They don't know who to trust.

Vanessa, if you can hear me,
you have to trust me.

You need to move right now.

- Take your radio and run.
- Let's go, G. Double time.

Oh, got ahold of that one.

The Augusta crowd,
normally reserved, goes wild.

- You got a nice swing.
- Oh, thanks.

- You should see me Lindy Hop.
- Care for a friendly game?

- Maybe put a few dollars on it?
- What are you thinking?

- A little horse? Nine point?
- Blue pin, one shot each.

Closest wins. Say, ten bucks to start.

Well, that, my friend,
is music to my ears.

I'll take another.

I got it from here. The manager wants
to see you downstairs. Thanks.

- What is taking so long?
- Just relax.

Be patient, you're doing fine, okay?
And I'm cutting you off.

Oh, I mean it's not bad,

but I don't think it's making it
make it to the dance floor.

Why don't you watch and learn,
take some notes?

First off, you gotta have
super white pants, and secondly...

- you gotta get in there.
- Can I get you anything?

- I've never seen you before. New?
- Yeah, I'm new, but I've been around.

Make me a Boulevardier Rye.

That's a bold choice for a bold man.
I like it.

- Ha! It's so pretty!
- Sorry, bud. Floor's closed.

Oh! What?

We're playing a game,
he owes me ten bucks.

- I don't know what he's talking about.
- What?

Brother, I got a whole bucket
of balls here. Come on!

Well, that seemed excessive.
I got a bag, I got more balls in there.

- Seriously? Those are rentals.
- Now.

Oh, this place is the worst.

You're getting one star, not happy.

The only thing you need to know
to work up here

is to keep your eyes down
and forget everything you hear.

Just in one pretty ear...

and out the other.

- Understand?
- I understand.

Very good. Cheers.

And you must be Donald.

Come, let's talk.

Yo. I'm picking up my clubs,
give me two...

- Okay, that was intentional.
- Get out of the way.

Kensi, I can't get a visual on this guy,
can you...?

Move!

Can you snap a photo
so we can ID him?

What exactly are you proposing?

I think I can help you
find the payload.

Don't need your help with that.
My people have already located it.

- They'll have it within an hour.
- Oh, well, in that case I'll, uh, just...

Stick around. We have a deal.

As soon as it's safely recovered,
you'll get the rest of your money.

Heh, heh.

- Sajad Khadem. Iranian millionaire?
- Ties to the Ministry of Intelligence.

Why would Iran want this payload
so bad?

Because it is a next-gen nanosatellite

capable of unmasking any violation
of the nuclear deal.

I twisted a few arms.

If Iran wants to keep
the nuclear program hidden,

they need to keep this satellite
out of the sky.

Recovering it would be a win
for their spy program.

Yeah. Tell Kensi and Deeks
to apprehend Khadem

- as soon as Donald is safe.
- Yes, ma'am.

Yes, I see, all right. Good.

You know what I like about golf,
Donald?

It's a game where you can really take
out your frustrations.

As long as you don't mind replacing
a few clubs.

- No, no, no. Okay, okay, okay.
- Kensi? What's going on?

Seriously?

Oh, please. Oh, God.

I knew you were taken in by the Feds
this morning.

Well, that's not gonna end well.

All right, guys.

The drone is online and moving
over your current position now.

- Copy that.
- Whoa.

Guys, wait there is someone moving...

- What was that?
- Nell?

Callen? Sam? Do you copy?
Oh, my...

Are you kidding me?
Can you please get the power up now?

Nell?

We lost her.

- Vanessa?
- Who are you?

Agent Callen, NCIS.
I'm the one you were talking to.

- This is Agent Hanna.
- God, I'm glad to see you.

I did what you said.
I stuffed the thing in my bag and ran.

What about your boyfriend?

I couldn't convince him to leave
the campsite.

Are there really dangerous people
out here?

- Vanessa, are you there?
- That's Dave.

Vanessa, we have your boyfriend.

Return the satellite to your tent
in the next ten minutes, or he is dead.

You are going to tell me
everything you told them.

Now's a good time
to take your break.

- Of course, um, let me just grab my...
- Argh!

Federal agent!

Help!

- Kens?
- Khadem and Franco are running!

On it!

- Help!
- Hang on Donald.

- Help.
- Get down!

L.A.P.D., get down.
L.A.P.D., don't doit.

Ow! Really?
You're gonna swing a golf club?

Okay. We're doing this, huh?

You just want... Argh.

I'm really glad we ironed this out.

Oh, wait, it's a three wood.

Easy.

- Please don't let me go.
- Donald, do you trust me?

- I don't wanna die!
- You're not gonna die.

Don't let go of me.

Take a breath for me,
you're gonna get down.

See, you're okay.

- You dropped me.
- Yup.

I regret everything.

I did what you said. Where's Dave?

Drop the bag. Back away.

Get down.

- Duck!
- Drop it!

Are you okay?

What about any of this is okay,
Vanessa?

This is why I hate camping.

Thank you.

I almost died.

Okay. Dude, at least we have a story.

You wanna get to know someone,
take them camping.

You know what, I'm gonna...

- We've never been camping. Mm.
- Why do you think we're still together?

Eric ID'd the strike team.
They were all mercenaries.

No connections to Iran.
Khadem still isn't talking.

Something still isn't adding up.

That'll work.

Load that one on number three.

How did Khadem know that Donald
has been taken into custody?

For that matter, how did the Iranians
even learn about the satellite?

- Yeah.
- Welcome back.

Let me be the first, and probably
only one to tell you, great job out there.

- Thanks.
- Well, look at that.

You didn't need to know what it was
to find it after all.

The nanosatellite
that would keep an eye

- on Iran's nuclear program?
- Don't worry,

your secret's safe with us.

I would recommend that you do
an internal investigation ASAP.

What are you insinuating?

Everyone in my organization
has been thoroughly vetted.

Hey, guys, are you there?

- Go ahead, Nell. Where are you?
- I'm just out back,

trying to get
the power up and...

Look, the outage definitely
wasn't a glitch.

The line was deliberately cut by some,
sort of a... Bomb.

Wouldn't you have heard a bomb?

No, there's a bomb
out here right now.

- Clear everyone out of there.
- Bomb, bomb!

- Evacuate! Let's go!
- Go, go, go, let's go, go, move.

Gates, let's go! Gates. Leave it.
What are you doing? Let's go! Gates!

Callen? Sam? Do you copy?

Callen, Sam?

You all right?

Oh, God.

Yeah. You guys...
Did you get everybody out?

- All good.
- Okay.

Where's the satellite?
Who's got it?

- Gates got it.
- Where is she now?

Come on, come on, come on.
Go, go, go.

Sorry, Gates.
Circus isn't leaving town just yet.

So let me see if I follow.

Granger met a woman over there,

she tried to kill him,
and then they had a daughter together

who ended up working
as a North Korean spy.

Yup.

Good for him.
He needed to lighten up.

I should be getting back.

Keane, Keane, Keane.

- Stay.
- Hetty...

It's okay, Nell, I'm not angry.
I'm just saying that,

when you're driving on a road trip,
you are the dad.

The dad's responsible
for calling out at the rest stops.

- Am I right?
- He's right.

- Everybody knows that.
- Hey, guys, I'm sorry, I just...

I don't know how it happened, Callen.
You know, I apologize profusely.

- You did that on purpose.
- What's that saying?

Revenge is a dish best served
to someone with a full bladder?

I'm gonna grab Beale and Hidoko
and I'll meet you there.

Well, you two look like
you've had a successful day.

Harris. It's good to see you again.

- How you feeling?
- Better. Uh...

The docs patched me up good.

- And we're sorry about Nelson.
- Yeah.

Hetty told us yesterday.
He seemed like a good guy.

Yeah, yeah, he was.

So we're gonna go and grab a drink.
You wanna join us?

- Uh...
- First round's on me.

Thought you'd wanna curl up
with another thrilling installment

of Boat in a Fjord.

It's actually called
Hellemofjorden Ferje.

- Oh, sorry.
- But a cocktail with my fiancée

and friends, just what
the doctor ordered.

- What do you think?
- Uh, thanks. Maybe another time.

- Hetty?
- I think I'll see you all in the morning.

- See you tomorrow.
- Good night.

- Bye, Keane.
- Good night.

It's so good to see them happy.

They've had a rough couple of years.

But they look out for each other.