All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S10 E04 Eng Sub

Spencer Williams
and I had a child,

and when he fled the country,
he took my boy.

I'm gonna go
get that kid,

and I'm gonna bring
him back to his mom.

Let's go.

You Arlo Turk?

I am, and you are? Friends of Hetty.

Let's figure out what's best
for our son.

No.

Stay down. All right, we got him.
We're out of here.

Derrick! Mom!

Yeah?

Oh, just finishing up.

Fresh lemonade.

Did you say lemonade?

Yes.
Is it cold?

Of course.

All right.

Mmm, mmm, this one
is so good, too.

Oh, that is good.
It's exciting.

It's coconut.

Oh, yeah, no, I-I-I believe you.

You should try it.

I know what coconut tastes like. Come on.

For real, just try it.

I don't need to try
it to... Baby, ah.

Isn't it so good?
How good is that?

Oh, my God, it's so, so good. Huh? Mmm.

So... tasty.

I just want to...

what did you just do?

What do you mean,
what did I just do?

I ta... I tasted it.

It is cake. It is not wine.
You don't spit it out.

You do if your blood sugar's
about to redline.

Are you kidding me? I'm gonna
spend the rest of the day

sweating out Skittles. I'm done.

Well, you better
get your act together

because we have
four more to go.

Four more?
Yeah.

I'm gonna die. Why can't you
just pick out what you like?

I want to know
what you like.

I like when
you choose.

Well, that's not fair,
you have to participate.

I am participating.

I'm about to go into a
sugar coma to pick out something

that ultimately
doesn't even matter.

What?

I'm sorry, our-our wedding cake
doesn't matter?

No. No, no.

That's not what
I'm saying. I mean,

symbolically, yeah,
but realistically, no.

No, because if people really
liked wedding cake that much,

it would be available
everywhere.

You could go in and get it
off a dessert menu.

You could walk into Starbucks
and be, like,

"Yeah, Randy,
give me that latte

and a-a slice of
the wedding cake."

You know why it's not? Why?

Because people don't like
wedding cake.

Brownies, yeah.
People love brownies.

Rice Krispie treats?

Ugh, those are the best things
in the planet.

Apple pie?
You betcha.

Wedding cake? Ah...

Be quiet and don't spit it out.

Okay.

Oh, my God, is that,
is that mango?

Baby, this is delicious.

You following me?

No, but I have been
looking for you.

Or, more specifically, her.

Where is she?
Hetty?

No, Cher.

Last I heard, she was in Vegas.

I was sorry to hear about Sonny.

I don't know about Hetty.

When was the last time
you talked to her?

Couple months ago.

Where did you see her last?

Outside that hospital,
Los Mochis.

Hetty was in Los Mochis?

With you?

Of course she was.

You haven't seen her since?

No.

She didn't come back with you?

She said she wanted
to see the country.

Yeah, no, I appreciate
that. It's just that

I'm gonna be asked these
very same questions, so...

You know what, they don't
normally respond to that,

but I will pass on the request.

What's that about?

LAPD is requesting
Callen and Sam

to report to the scene
of an MVA. Why?

Apparently, it's sensitive.

Oh. Maybe Deeks can
help us out with that.

Admiral.

Technical Operator Eric Beale

and Intelligence Analyst
Nell Jones,

Deputy Director Ochoa.

To what do owe
the pleasure?

I'm afraid there's
nothing pleasurable

about this visit,
Miss Jones.

This is John Rogers from
the Department of Justice.

Where's Executive
Assistant Director Mosley?

You're back.

I'm back.

How'd you make out
with Hetty in Washington?

I didn't even see Hetty
in Washington,

so that should
tell you something.

I wouldn't read
too much into it.

Yeah.

How's Derrick?

Derrick is good.

Actually, he's amazing.
We're, um,

getting to know one another
again as mother and son.

Glad to hear it.

He misses his father.

Not much I can do about that.

You did what you needed to do
to protect him.

It wasn't gonna end well for him

if he stayed with his father.

We both know that.

Hm, yeah, we both know that.

If he ever wants to

spend a day on the water,

I could always use another set
of hands on my boat.

Thank you.

I actually think
he would like that.

This is, um...

This is harder than I thought
it would ever be, Sam.

Nothing of value comes
without effort.

Yeah, I-I think I thought
we would just go back

to the way things
used to be between us.

Oh, you'll get there.
Give it some time.

I've already lost
a lot of time with him.

The past is gone,

there's nothing we can do
to change that.

All we have now is the present
and the future.

It's what you do with them
that matters the most now.

Yeah.

What's the matter?

Deputy Director Ochoa
is here to see you

and he's brought
a special prosecutor.

This can't be good if they
brought in a special prosecutor.

Why didn't Hetty
give us a heads-up?

Probably because she didn't know
this was coming.

I don't suppose
any of you know

where she is?

She trained you well.

Ew. What the hell...
Is this flavored coffee?

Cinnamon Surprise. Don't worry,
it's, uh, fair trade

and sustainably harvested,
cage-free.

Cinnamon. And you wonder why

the rest of the country
hates California.

Wait, is that true?

How do you think Mosley's
gonna play this?

She'll do the right
thing. For who?

Yeah, I see you, too,

you beady-eyed bastard.

I take it you know that guy.

Unfortunately.

I take it
you're not besties?

Well,

he doesn't like me,
but he really hates Hetty.

Oh, that's a real
confidence builder.

Um, just so we're all
on the same page,

what should my level of panic
be at this point?

I'd say, on the panic spectrum,
some place between

mild apprehension
and blind hysteria.

I can do that.
Uh, we have a case, I think.

LAPD wants Callen and Sam

to come to a motor vehicle
collision site,

but they won't say why.

Well, I love
a mystery.

What do you
want us to do?

You read lips, don't you?

Terrible gift to waste.

Okay.

So, undercover again, huh?

What are you supposed
to be this time,

one of the von Trapp children?

Oh, uh, my wardrobe. Yeah.

It's a funny story,
actually, um,

but I am needed in Ops,

so, uh, th-there's... I'm...

At what point did you
alert your agency

about your involvement
with Spencer Williams?

Do I really
have to answer that?

No.

Refusing to
answer only makes you

look more guilty, especially
in a congressional hearing,

not to mention
the court of public opinion.

Okay, don't get ahead
of yourself, Counselor.

You're only here on
a fact-finding mission.

So, then, tell me the facts,
EAD Mosley,

about your relationship
with Spencer Williams.

What relevance does that have?

You had a son
with a known arms dealer.

Yeah, some might see that
as operational commitment.

I'm
glad you can

still find some humor in this,
Deputy Director.

I just hope your people
have their stories straight.

Well, I tend to find that the
best stories are the true ones.

When did you first tell
this office of your situation?

I'm sorry, what situation
are you speaking of?

That you considered your son
the victim of kidnapping?

He wasa kidnapping victim.
That's been well-documented.

Enter.

A Mrs. Patricia Lexington
is here to see you.

Let her in.

I'm sorry,
who are we letting in?

My attorney.

If you will excuse me,
gentlemen.

Nice tie. Is that Zara?

Oh, snap.

What? Well, Mosley just lawyered up.

Oh, that's a double snap.

Okay. Now Rogers is alone
with the deputy director.

Okay... sorry.Mm-mm. Oh, geez.

What? All right, just stop.

Well, then, tell me
what's happening.

I can't see. He keeps
turning his back to me.

Inconsiderate bastard.

Okay, he says he's gonna
drown Hetty in her protective

moat of lies. Wow, he's also
an eloquent bastard.

I don't know if I should
love him or hate him.

"Along with everybody else
involved in Mexico."

Definitely leaning
towards hate.

You think Mosley's
really gonna protect us on this?

You don't?

I'd like to think so, now
that she's got her son back,

but she let us risk all
of our lives to save him.

Well, she never asked any of you
to be involved.

Still makes you wonder
what she's willing

to do to save herself.

It's two different things.

Are they?

I've got some locals
working on it.

Well, this day just keeps
getting better and better.

Later. It's been a while, Sabatino.

No kidding.

Can't remember when I saw you
guys last... oh, wait, yes I do.

You choked me out and left me
handcuffed to an ATM.

Well, he has a tough time
showing affection.

Looks like you boys
survived Mexico. Nice work.

Oh, you heard about that? Oh, yeah.

Heard you also burned Arlo Turk.

That guy was probably
the biggest source

of cartel intel in the country.

Heads are gonna roll.

Hopefully, they won't be yours.

You wouldn't happen to know

where Hetty is
right about now, would you?

Nope. And I don't want to.

Know this guy?

Nope.

Who is he?

Lonny McKay, career criminal
and a CI of mine.

Not the sharpest tool in the
shed, today being no exception.

Texting tourist
T-boned his car

with two bodies
in his trunk.

Try saying that
three times fast.

Yeah, we picked him up

on, like, an electric scooter
about six blocks from here.

Olga Tusova, still waiting
on a green card,

profession listed
as "actress."

This guy,
however, is...

Brian Collins.

He was the youngest
West Coast director

of the Office of National
Drug Control Policy.

He was.

This is his house.

I don't get why we're here.

I mean, other than the fact
that maybe you miss us.

We found this

on the killer's phone,
which he left in the car.

Okay, so when you say "we," who
is it that you're working for?

Because I know the CIA

isn't allowed to
work domestically.

Who said anything about working?

Well, now, this sucks. Right... what?

It's a cartel hit list.

Was Collins on it?

Yeah. He's not the only one.

They haven't
identified your team,

but they have provided
security photos and descriptions

that match all of you.
Turk isn't so lucky,

and neither is your Executive
Assistant Director Mosley.

They know who she is,

and they got a million dollars
on her head.

Along with her kid.

If it's a cartel hit,
why bother moving the bodies?

Because Lonny McKay's
an amateur and an idiot,

out to make a quick buck.

Can we question him?

Sure. But it's not gonna
do you any good.

He's got no cartel
connections whatsoever.

Well, he will as someone
pays him for the hit.

That's not gonna happen now.

What if it did?

Well, play it out,
where does it land?

An offshore wire transfer
to his account

from a country that has
no disclosure laws?

Well, maybe we get lucky,
maybe someone pays him in cash.

They're not that stupid. And
even if they were, they're not.

They get a nobody local courier,

some kid who doesn't know
anything, who gets his orders

from another
disconnected nobody.

Well, if you turn over
enough nobodies,

eventually,
you'll get a somebody.

When did your partner
turn into Matlock?

I actually prefer Baretta.

We need to shut down that site,

and every other site
with the hit list.

I've got the NSA cyber nuts
already working on that.

Unfortunately, it's already been
out there on the dark Web

for at least two weeks.

What if we got Mosley
and her son off the list?

How? Well, there's only two options:

Either we hack the site...

or we kill them.

If they think Mosley
and her kid are dead...

They'll take them off the list.

You two are adorable.

- Yikes.
- I know.

But the good news is, we go to
great lengths to keep our people

off any data sites susceptible
to facial rec software.

Yeah, that's not gonna
help Mosley or her son.

Can we trace the original source
of the hit list?

Oh, I am way ahead
of you, cowboy.

So who posted it, partner?

Well, not that far ahead, Tex.

Well, the
cartels are increasingly more

tech savvy, my little doggies.

No.Nope.

Didn't feel right. Does Mosley

know about any of this yet?

No.

Nobody's told Mosley?

Great.

Can we help you?

Yeah, I think this needs
to be seen by a lawyer.

And I'm LAPD.

I'm the tech op.
This looks like Intel.

This is way above my pay grade,
so no can do...

Okay.

It's good... good talk, though.

Taco.

I'm hungry.

Oh, for the love of George
Dewey, I know she's small,

but somebody must know
where she is.

Well, then,
she's up to something,

because she would never
abandon her people.

All I know is that we need
a comprehensive narrative

of what went down in Mexico
that's shared by everyone.

Including Mosley?

Good luck with that.

This is a formal request
for all communication records

and satellite images
from the Mexico operation.

Alleged. There was
no official operation.

I also need the personnel files
of all involved parties

and a secure area
for my people to set up.

Want a pedicure
while you're at it?

Ms. Jones?

Um, would you see
to it that Mr. Rogers

and his people get situated
in the... in the gym?

Mm. Copy that.

And Ms. Jones...

Please make sure
that everyone knows

that the gym
and the shooting range

are to remain in operation
during our guests' visit.

As a matter of fact,
both areas

should remain active today.

Very active.

Hmm. Aye, aye, sir.

Rogers has an axe
to grind against Hetty,

and from what I gather,
it goes back several years.

Are you suggesting that I should
sacrifice Hetty for myself?

What would she do
if the roles were reversed?

You think she's
survived this long

without getting
blood on her hands?

It's a strong play, I know,

but she is at the end
of her career,

if that makes it any easier.

In fact, rumor is

they don't even know
where she is.

Ah... that's it. She just, yep.
No, don't look now.

She just saw
me staring at her.

Are you sure?

Yeah, 'cause now she's
coming. Okay, I'll tell her.

No, no. I'll tell her. We'll both tell her.

Well, then, you should
probably tell her.Okay.

Oh, perfect timing.

Why, what's going on?

Well... We all need to talk.

We've got it under control.

We alerted the school,
we have two agents outside

of Derrick's classroom,
they're posing as teachers.

And we sent
a team to your house.

What the hell
are you talking about?

We were about to inform
the assistant director.

Inform me of what?

Your name is on a cartel
hit list, along with Derrick's.

Hey, we got a hit.

Sorry. Poor choice of words.

We have an address for a server
that posted the list.

On your phones. We got this.

Hello, we're from NCIS...

We're not open!

That's okay. We're
not here to eat.

We're from NCIS.

Who?

NCIS. The Naval Criminal
Investigative Service.

Navy? You're sailors?

No. Well...

Look, we need to take
a look at your computer.

Computer? This is a restaurant,
and we're not open.

Noy Na!

You couldn't have led with that?

Hi.

Can I help you?

Hi, I'm Agent Callen, this is
Agent Hanna, we're from NCIS.

We need to take a look
at your computer.

Oh, um, the restaurant
doesn't have one.

We just use my laptop.

But I'll get it.

G.

You smell that?
I smell deep-fried fritters.

Hey, all I smell is grease.

Well, you say grease
and I say heaven.

Maybe it'll help absorb
some of that sucrose

that you force-fed me
this morning like a baby bird.

Kens, Deeks, Asian woman, 20s,

making a run for it. Copy that.

She's out front. Take the back.

He's trying to abduct me.
He's trying to abduct me!

NCIS.
Listen, listen... Hey...

Hey, listen, buddy, let's...
All right, all right, all right.

Hey, hey, hey
Come on.

Hey, calm down!
All right, all right.

Freeze.
Freeze.

Stop.
Son of a...

They always run.
They alwaysrun.

Okay, all right.
On the car.

That's right, kids,
varsity ultimate.

Frisbee captain
right here.

How was that even a thing?

Thanks for your help
back there.

I don't speak Thai.

As your friend
and a mother,

I understand
your need to do this.

But as your attorney,
I think that we need

to take a moment.

I don't have a moment, okay?
And neither does Derrik.

You're playing into everything
they've accused you of.

It's my job to protect you.
Let me do my job.

And it is my job
to protect my son,

so you need to
let me do mine.

I have to do this.

Her son is in danger.

I was told he was
assigned a protection detail.

My son won't be safe
until he's with me.

You launched a private war
in a foreign country

to get your son back.

See, I'm not gonna allow you
to do the same here.

If you really want
to protect your son,

you will cooperate
with this investigation.

I am cooperating
with this investigation,

and I will continue to do so
once I have my son back.

We'll have him brought here.

I'll go and get him. No, you won't.

Please don't try to stop me.

I don't do well
when I am cornered.

Are you threatening me,
EAD Mosley?

I need to protect my son.

You won't be able to do so
from jail.

Now stand down.

You put out the list that got
all these people killed.

Look, I didn't hurt anyone.

Those people aren't
from the list.

Wait, so you're saying
that Callen is lying?

Huh. Interesting.

Really? Then why do we have
20 dead bodies, huh?

Look at this one.

She was a
12-year-old girl.

Geez, where the hell
is that from?

Eric took a screen grab
from his favorite slasher movie.

Welcome to Hollywood.

Smoke and mirrors,
Sabatino.

Smoke and mirrors.

Your list makes you
an accessory

to over 20 murders.

We call that a serial killer.

Oh, my God.

It's not my list.

You post it.
You update it.

They paid me to do it. Who?

I don't know.

Look, I'm sorry.

My grandmother's getting older.

Her business is struggling.

This guy asked me to do
some computer work for him.

I didn't even know what it was.

Yeah?

Well, that computer was in
your grandmother's restaurant.

She'll be charged
as an accessory.

She didn't do anything.

Oh, God, this
is a nightmare.

Madee...

it only gets worse from here.

He meets me once a week
at Echo Park

with the stuff
he wants me to post.

Anything?
Not yet.

I'm scanning through
social media,

ATM, traffic, Metro Link,
you name it,

in and around Echo Park.

No. No, no, no, no.

No, there is no way

that they expect me to
retrieve anything off of that.

It smells like a churro.

Well...

Ooh, there.

On the screen.

Great. Now we just need
a shot where he shows his face.

Exactly.

Sirs. Uh, can we help you?

Special Counsel Rogers would
like to ask you a few questions.

"You" plural,
mean-meaning both of us?

No, "you" singular,
meaning one of... one of us.

"You" singular,
meaning me.

Um, okay.

Questions about...
about what?

Mexico.

Mexico.

Our neighbors to the south.

"México," the word, comes
from the Nahuatl language,

which was once
referred to as "Aztec,"

meaning "Home
of the Mexica."

Major exports include... Okay. Thank you.

You like sports?

Some.

Feel free to elaborate.

Baseball?

Nope.

I like playing football. Oh, yeah?

What position?

Goalie.

Goalie.
You mean soccer.

It's called football
in most of the world.

Hey, sweetie.

Derrick?

Hey, Mom.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Why?
What's going on?

I'll just, um...
Excuse me, I'm, uh...

So, we've got a name
and address for the man

who's been providing names
for the, um... the list.

And who is he?

Oh, that would be Hector Leyva,

aka "El Cuchillo."

"The knife."
Yeah.

Apparently Mr. Leyva
has an affinity

for well-honed cutlery.

The team's on their way

to his last known address
as we speak.

Thank you. You got it.

I mean, have you noticed
the statistical anomaly

of how often we're relegated
to, like, backyards and alleys?

That's because somebody has
to be here in case they run.

Yeah, but that's my point,
is that they always run

and then we always
have to chase them.

We're like Sam and Callen's
Labrador Retrievers.

And it's...
you know what it is?

It's starting to become
a bone of contention.

What's a bone of contention?

It's like the catalyst
and subsequent subject

of a continuous argument.

No, no, I know that.
What I'm saying is, like,

why isn't it a stone
of contention

or a fiery coal of contention,
or just something, you know...

Would you two please shut up?

How you doing?

Hector home?

Hector Leyva?

¿Hector está aquí?

Nada?

We're federal agents.
¿Federales?

Kind like ICE.

Don't patronize me.
I'm an American citizen.

And I probably speak English
better than you two.

I just choose not to converse
with the storm troopers

of a fascist regime that
marginalizes people of color.

You know, I actually wish

they'd let us wear
storm trooper outfits.

I mean, you would look amazing
in storm trooper armor.

Kind of like a Transformer.

This is where you invite us in
to take a look around.

And why would I do that?

Well, the alternative is that we
start asking for identification,

which we cross-reference
with outstanding warrants,

and hopefully, none of you are
holding or packing.

So, being profiled as drug-using

gun-toting criminals, huh?

Record this law enforcement
harassment.

Yo, Hector.
You got company.

We're in.

What the hell, man?

I'm taking a bath here.

Although you are not under oath,
I still expect you

to tell the truth to the best
of your ability, Mr. Beale.

You do not need
to give me Veritaserum.

It's, uh, from, you know,

remember when-when
Professor Snape

was threatening Harry Potter
and it was, uh...

It's The Goblet of Fire.
It's a very popular...

Just try and relax, Eric.

Don't you, don't you
worry about me, Deputy Dawg.

I'm...

I'm ch...
I'm cool. I'm s...

I'm sup-super chill.
I'm...

March 19, 2017.

You discharged a
firearm at an SUV

that resulted in the
deaths of two people.

Where are you going
with this, Rogers? Hi.

I would like
to know why...

I'd like to know why
a technical operator

was in possession
of an agency weapon.

This has nothing to do
with why you're here.

I'm trying to understand why...

I'm try... I'm trying
to understand why...

I'm trying to understand Mr.
Beale's role within the agency,

in this office, specifically.

I was on assignment.

An assignment given to you
by Henrietta Lange?

Yes.

But you're not a special agent?

Uh, well...

It's a simple question:
Yes or no?

Um, no.

And yet, two people are dead
because you...

Okay,
that's enough.

Our people agreed
to questions regarding

what recently transpired
in Mexico.

If your line of inquiry is not
directly related to that,

then I'm gonna have to suggest
they stop cooperating.

You provided technical support
to five members of this office

who were on the
ground in Mexico...

knowing full well that it was
an unsanctioned and illegal

operation. What?!

Don't answer that.

I've just been informed
that your people

were involved in a shoot-out

that has left
four people dead.

You're almost making this
too easy.

How long have you been
working for the cartels?

You entered my house
without a warrant.

We were invited in.

Not by me.

You posted
a cartel hit list.

No idea what
you're talking about.

I don't even own a computer.Mm-hmm.

What I do know are my rights,
which are being violated.

This is an unlawful arrest
and a forcible confinement.

You ever heard
of murder for hire?

It basically makes you guilty
by association.

One
of the people

on your hit list
was assassinated this morning,

along with another person,

which means you can
be charged as well.

That little hit list of yours,
that makes it premeditated,

so we're talking first degree
times two.

That's 25 to life
times two.

Well, if you get a good lawyer,
second degree,

they'll get it down to 15 years.

Times two.

That's if it doesn't go
to a foreign cartel

targeting Americans because
that's domestic terrorism.

Mm-hmm. And that
is the sound

of you being dropped
into a black hole

never to be seen
or heard from again.

Need a lawyer. Now.

Of course.

But, uh, in cases of
domestic terrorism,

we get to hold you for 14 days
without telling anybody.

So we'll get back to you
on that in a couple weeks.

Guys. Come here.

Okay, so, our male
is a local gangbanger.

Nothing special.

Our two lovely ladies
were carrying fake IDs,

which in and of itself
isn't compelling, but...

Thelma and Louise were both
packing Belgian FNs 5.7s.Exactly.

Mata policia, AKA...

Cop killers 'cause they
pierce body armor.

And also the chosen weapons
of cartel hit men and women.

There's a good chance
they're both sicarias.

Sounds like the
general decided

not to put his faith
in headhunters.

Decided to bring in some
pros to finish the job.

Well, the good news
is we stopped them.

Well, this time.

Kensi's right.

This isn't over.

There'll be others.

Was
that a sea lion?

Uh, that's Otis.

He's sort of like
my guard dog.

You remember Agent
Hanna, don't you?

Sam, please. It's good
to see you again.

Ready to get
your sea legs?

I guess.

Are we going out tonight?

Ah, we got to see what happens
with the storm front first,

but, uh, in the meantime,

go inside,
make yourself comfortable.

There's a hammock
right off the galley.

It's the kitchen.

Hey, hey, hey.

Where are you going? You got
to give me a hug first.

I love you, baby.

Love you, too.

All right, go get
yourself settled

while I talk to Sam.

Aye, aye.

Thank you for this.

I need time to put
a few things in place.

Happy to help.

It's good to get to know him.

He'll be safe here.

Yeah, I know.

As someone who's been
through a few things myself,

I can promise you that
this, too, will pass.

And don't worry
about Derrick.

Kids are way more
resilient than you think.

I hope I am, too.

It's been a long time
since I've been a mother.

You two weren't together,

but you never stopped
being his mother.

That's why he's here.

I could've done this sooner.

How?

His father abducted him
to another country.

No one can blame you for that.

And you can't blame yourself.

Mexico's a different matter.

You've never had to choose

between your family
and your career, Sam.

Most men don't.

It's different for women.

Even Michelle gave up her career
for your kids.

I'm sorry. I...
I'm not judging you.

I'm really good
at what I do, Sam.

I just don't know that I'm gonna
be good at being a mother again.

What if I screw this up?

You won't.

He's got a bounty on his head.

Not for long.

We're taking care of that.

And if something happens to me,
then who...

Nothing is going
to happen to you.

Yeah.

We'll keep him safe...

but you have to fix this.

You.

You have to fix it for Derrick,

you have to fix it for yourself

and you have to fix it
for the team.

Where's your lawyer?

I'm here off the record.

This is between you and me.

What do you want?

I want to know what I need to do
to make this all go away.

Where is everyone?

Your executive assistant
director's been placed

on administrative leave
for the time being...

And your operations manager
as well, not that it matters

because nobody seems
to know where she is.

I understand
you two are close.

Have any idea
where she might be?

I stopped second-guessing Hetty
a long time ago.

Does this mean you're staying?

No, I'm going back to Washington
to do some damage control.

You're gonna be
acting supervisor

until we hear otherwise.Okay.

You and your people
need to be extra careful.

The special prosecutor's
looking for blood

from Mosley, Hetty
and everyone else involved

and don't think for a minute
that he's gonna limit

his investigation to Mexico.

He's gonna dig deep
into all of you.

In your case,
Agent Callen,

your associations
with an ATF agent

who's currently under
investigation, Anna Kolcheck,

and rogue CIA Officer Joelle
Taylor aren't gonna help any.

Any advice?

You might want to consider
celibacy until this is all over.

Hello?

Good evening, Mr. Callen.

Who is this?

Do you know the story
of the lady and the tiger?

Why the voice changer?

For everyone's protection.

And how do I know
this isn't a trick?

Try me.

Where are you?

Nowhere I want to be.

How is everyone holding up?

We're fine.
Just... tell me where you are.

I need you to forget about me

and focus on keeping
the team safe.

I'm afraid things may be getting
worse for both of us

before they get any better.

And I won't be there to help
for quite a while.

Why not?

Enough with the riddles.
What the hell is going on?

Hetty.

Hetty?