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Hey, what's the nav telling us

for this route?
- Six hours, 42 minutes.

All right, that means we'll
pass Harris Ranch about noon.

- Feel like a steak?
- Yeah, maybe.

Ugh, don't sound
so enthusiastic.

The doctors
put me on this

statin thing...

Don't stop,
don't stop!

♪ NCIS: LA 10x20 ♪
Choke Point
Original Air Date on April 14, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

- You seen these miniature horses?
- Yeah.

N-Not ponies, these
really tiny ones.

I mean, l-look at this.
How can this be real?

- S-Seriously, look at this.
- I've seen them.

Well, how is this even possible?

Selective breeding.

It's the size of a dog,
a small dog.

It's unnatural.

I'll say. It's like
Valley of the Gwangi.

You know what? I could
see your lips moving,

but I'm starting
not to understand

what the hell's coming out
of your mouth.

That's becoming
a problem.

Don't tell me you've never
seen Valley of the Gwangi.

The '60s sci-fi movie
about the cowboys

and the dinosaurs.

I'm asking you as
a partner and a friend,

please, make a concerted effort
to get some sleep.

This is unhealthy.

I don't like that look.

He means you seem concerned.
Exactly.

You actually
look great.

I mean, in a
business attire

appropriate way.
- Right?

Quit while you're ahead, Gwangi.
What's up, Agent Namazi?

Well, two masked gunmen ambushed
a marijuana dispensary SUV

in Torrance early this morning.

The driver's still missing,
but the passenger

was an off-duty SEAL,
moonlighting as hired security,

Petty Officer Alonzo Garcia.

Garcia engaged
the attackers,

but was shot
several times.

Was he killed?

No, but he was airlifted

to the Redondo Beach
Trauma Center

for emergency surgery, and he
remains in critical condition.

And there are
no cameras in the area

of the attack and
so far no witnesses.

Did Garcia's CO know
he was moonlighting?

Yes, he had permission,
and his wife just found out

that they're pregnant
with their second child.

How much marijuana
did they steal?

None, but the gunmen
made off with $250,000.

Why were they carrying
so much money?

It's legal here,
but marijuana is still

a federal crime.
Dispensaries aren't allowed

to open bank accounts
that are federally insured,

so it's a all-cash business.

No, I get that, but why were
they carrying that much cash?

Once a year they drive
to Sacramento

to pay the Bureau
of Cannabis Control.

That's a
serious fee.

It's based on revenue.

The company that the truck
belonged to,

Crescent Bay Herb,
has ten shops.

We are so in the wrong business.

Why don't they use armored cars?

Because of the
federal legalities,

armored car companies won't deal
with the cannabis trade, either.

So they use military personnel
to protect them. Okay.

Any leads on the attackers?

Not yet, but the FBI
and local law enforcement

are on the scene.

Okay, we'll head over.
Tell Kens and Deeks...

G.

Alonzo's a SEAL.

Tell Kens and Deeks to head
to the crime scene.

Sam and I are going
to the hospital.

Find out everything
you can on Alonzo

and tell Nell and Eric
to hit this hard.

Copy that.
They're already on it.

Find anything?

Well, gunmen were smart,
possibly military trained.

I mean,

they picked this spot 'cause
it's a perfect choke point.

Well, let's not jump
to conclusions there,

Nancy Drew. I was not
military trained,

although I did spend time
in the Salvation and Kiss Army,

even I know this is
the perfect check point.

- Choke point.
-What?

Choke point, as in Thermopylae.

You know, Battle of Agincourt,

William Wallace
at Stirling Bridge.

Oh, yeah, Mel Gibson's
character in Braveheart.

You can't read, can you?

That's something
I'll have to remedy.

I know you can fight, but
it's our wits that make us men.

Yeah, same guy.
Uh, he and his men

beat an English army
six times their size,

and then the
bridge collapsed.

Six time their size?

No wonder the bridge collapsed.
What were they, giants?

How come that wasn't
in the movie?

That'd be a way
better movie.

Uh, every man dies,

but not every man lives, and
very few get a chance to kill

a bloody giant.

- Six times the number of men.
- Oh.

Oh. Why do I bother?

I'm joking. I know
what a choke point is.

- Uh-huh.
- Thermopylae, the-the hot gate.

Deeks, what does
the FBI know?

Well, I got to be honest,
they don't know a lot.

Think the, uh, driver
could've been kidnapped,

or he's in on it.

Either way, the gunmen
came in hard and fast.

They were pros,
gathered their brass.

Did they?

What's that condescending
"did they"?

What is that?

That is a 5.56 NATO round.

Where'd you
find this?

Well, must've rolled
into the sewer grate.

Assuming it's from this morning,

the shooters either
didn't see it

or they just didn't
have time to pick it up

and hoped we wouldn't find it,
but alas, I did.

It was hard to get it,
barely got my hand in there,

so, uh...

...had to use your lunch
toothbrush to grab it.

No, you didn't.

- Give that to the FBI.
- Okay.

And I also don't know
what you want to do about that.

My mom gave that to me.

- You're a grown man, Deeks.
- Yeah, whose mom is

very serious about oral hygiene.

How am I supposed
to brush my teeth?

Guess I could make a shiv.

And this is
our daughter, Elena.

Hello.
Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Do you want to get a snack
with Nurse Pearl? Yeah?

Come on, honey.

They say his first
surgeries went well,

but he's gonna need
several more if he...

They say he's lucky
he lived long enough

to get to the hospital.

He's got a long
road ahead of him,

but he's team tough.

Only easy day
was yesterday, right?

He's in good hands here.

Yeah, well,
he woke up a couple times,

but he can't talk
because of the tube.

Well, just you being here
is all that matters.

Alonzo?

Can you hear me?

There are NCIS agents
here to see you.

One of them
was on the teams.

Petty Officer Garcia,

I'm Special Agent
Sam Hanna,

NCIS, former SEAL.

Special Agent Callen.

We're very sorry about
what happened to you,

but believe me when I say
we're gonna get these guys.

What's wrong?

Alonzo,
are you in pain?

His eyes,

he wasn't doing this before.

- Sam.
- Yeah, I see it. No, no, no.

It's okay, Mrs. Garcia.

He's blinking
Morse code.

- S.O.S.
- Okay.

Save your strength, sailor.
Do you remember what happened?

"Y" for yes,
"N" for no.

Yes.
Do you know who shot you?

No.

What's he saying?

Jason.

That was his driver.

We don't know where
he is, but NCIS,

FBI, local law enforcement
are all after him.

We will find him.

If they wanted to kill him,
he would've been dead...

Hey. Hey.

Nurse! Nurse!

Seizure. I need two Lorazeam.

I'm gonna have to ask
you folks to step out

for a second, please.
- Fight!

- You fight!
- Come with us.

Okay, come on.

When will he wake up again?

He's been through a lot.
It's better if he sleeps.

But he's going
to wake up, right?

It can take some time
after a seizure.

Even when he does, it could be
difficult for him to respond.

I'll have Dr. Ramjeen
come back

and speak with you again.
- Thank you.

Can we call anyone for you?

A friend,
family member?

His swim buddy is on
his up from Coronado,

and my sister flies in
from Denver tonight.

That's good. Well,
if you need help,

food, getting a coffee,
hotel room...

I'm the wife of a Navy SEAL,
Agent Callen.

- Understood.
- I'll be fine here.

Yes, ma'am, and, uh,

please keep us informed,
let us know when he wakes up.

Will do. Thank you.

And Agent Hanna...

Hooyah.

Hooyah, ma'am.

Mm.

I'm angry, G.

I know, so am I.

It's a SEAL
thing now.

I know that, too,

and there will be a place
for that, I promise.

Hey.

You, um, checking out
your new office?

Maybe this
could be it?

Uh, if you want it,
you know, not that,

not that you need it. You have,
you have your own office, right?

Which I-- I--
That's such a great...

I love your office.

I wish that were my office.
Not that, not that I'm...

I would want your
job or anything.

That's not what I'm saying,
like, but, like,

in a hypothetical,
kind of non-threatening way,

I would be thrilled with
that little space there...

Not that,

not that it's Li--
not that it's little.

It's not lit-- I mean,
you're lit-- Well, um, uh,

it-it-it's great, it's great.
It's a great space.

Are they not feeding you?

Uh, I've actually
been bulking up,

so I don't know
if you could tell.

Um, my shirts are fitting
a little bit snugger.

This isn't an office,

it's an aquarium.

Actually, flag on the play,
'cause, uh,

it's-- would be
a terrarium, then,

because if it was filled with
water then it, then it would be

an aquar-- but you know what?
I get it.

I get what you're trying to say.

Sp-- story still applies.
Right, so--

You know, Rogers seems
to like it, so...

That's all that matters, right?

Maybe we should
get him a,

a sun lamp

and a rock for basking.

Where is
Mr. Rogers now?

Uh, I don't know.

Uh, going out and finding
friends in his neighborhood?

'Cause of Mr. Roger...

M-Mr. Rogers
is his name.

Yeah-- I, I actually
don't know where he is.

He doesn't come in every day,
and then he doesn't share

his schedule with us,
unless we're on it.

So that's...

Anyw-- You know,
I think I'm, uh, just gonna,

I think I'm just gonna
go back to my office.

So-- um, but by "office,"
I don't mean...

I mean the Ops Center,
which is...

Like, it's-- Who needs an
office, right, when you have

a whole operation center and--
which is, I'm in charge of that,

so I'm gonna...
with a computer. Okay.

Eric.

I'm sorry that I was gone
for so long.

Me, too.

But, um, I'm glad you're back.

I am, too.

We have spent hundreds,
probably thousands of hours

working on drug cases,
and now there are ten stores

from this one company
that probably have more weed

than some of our busts.

Yeah, well, things change.

And yet, you cannot
keep a hedgehog

in the state of California.

Did you know you can't keep
a hedgehog in California?

Why would I care?

Well, don't you think
that's a little odd?

As odd as this conversation?

Seriously? When's the last time
you got some sleep?

I get sleep.

I'm thinking about
getting a pet.

That's a terrible idea.

Why is that a bad idea?
I could keep a pet.

Pet rock, maybe.

Okay, now you're just
being mean.

Agents Callen and Hanna?

Callen.

I'm Kelly James. Right this way.

Thank you.

I just spoke to Alonzo's wife.

I feel so helpless.

Still no word on Jason?

Not as of yet.

How long did they work
for your company?

Well, Jason's been here since
the fall; October, maybe.

I can get you the exact date.

And Alonzo
started in January.

Did they always ride together?

No.

But they had a few times.

Nothing like this
has ever happened before.

I always knew that
it was a possibility--

that's why we always
had security--

but I never imagined
something like this happening.

Hmm.

I feel sick to my stomach.

So who all knew about
this morning's run?

Just Alonzo, Jason and myself.

I don't share this information
with anyone else.

You don't have
an assistant or someone

doing your scheduling for you?

Oh, I have an assistant
and a lot of people involved

in scheduling the many aspects
of our operation,

but none of them are privy
to the money runs.

I call the drivers

and the security escort myself
directly the night before.

What if somebody
isn't available?

I keep two drivers
and two security people

on hold for the entire week.

I never tell them
what day it'll be

or how much money
they'll be carrying.

How's the turnover?

I don't have any.

Admittedly, it was tough finding
good people in the beginning,

because of the Grey area
of the legality,

but people want to work,
especially in this environment.

We offer full medical,

maternity leave,
you name it.

Uh, some people think

we're a bunch of stoners,
but we're legit.

I left a highly successful law
practice to start this company.

So no disgruntled
former employees?

None. Certainly,
none that I know of.

We'll still have to run
a background check

on all your employees.

- Well, every new hire gets one.
- Hmm.

I can share the files with you,
save you some time.

Thank you.

What-what else can you
tell us about Jason?

Um, family, friends,
former employer?

No family. Um, good guy.

Good employee.

I copied both his and, uh,

Alonzo's personnel files
for you.

Do your drivers take the
same route every time?

No.

That was one thing
that Alonzo insisted on.

Even I don't know their route.

Any luck on Jason Reed's
apartment?

Well, his roommate is
a law student at LMU,

so he's demanding
a search warrant.

Damn lawyers are pit vipers.

Why did the shooters
take Jason?

Hostage?

No. Why? They got away clean.

Yeah, but they wanted to
be sure, so hopefully,

he's just tied up someplace.

There was no blood on
his side of the SUV.

Well, he was a driver,
not a SEAL and he was unarmed.

Hopefully,
he would've surrendered,

especially after
what happened to Alonzo.

What if Jason was
tied in to the shooters?

Well, I mean, there's no sign of
that, and also, Callen and Sam

mentioned that Alonzo's the only
person who knows the route

and he changes it every time.

Yeah, but Jason
could have put a tracker

on the vehicle without Alonzo
ever knowing about it.

I mean, hell, he could have been
following his cell phone.

Yeah, but a SEAL never would
have make that mistake,

and even if he did,
the shooters still

wouldn't know
where the chalk point is.

Or, what would you call it,
a check-check point?

- You are such an idiot.
- Yeah, but I'm your idiot,

and I'm right and
you love it.

All right, well,
think about this, genius.

Genius is strong,
but your words. Continue.

How many ways are there
to get to Sacramento?

- I feel like this a trick question.
- Mm.

If you want to get there safely,
but also as quickly as possible,

then you would have to,
of course, take the I-5.

Well, yeah, but you could
also mix it up a little bit,

get off and on at different
points, you know,

to avoid a pattern.
- That is true.

But the shooters know
that the SUV is leaving

from the Crescent Bay
corporate office.

So if they know what
the departure time is,

then that would put them
a-right there.

Agreed, but they still
wouldn't know the route.

No, they wouldn't, but the
shooters do know that the SUV

has to head north,
so the options of randomness

increase with time and distance.

But in those first few miles,
it is pretty limited,

so Jason could lead
them straight

to the choke point.
- Yeah, it would be, though,

if it deviated from
Alonzo's directions.

Mm-hmm. But if I'm smart...

- Like me.
- Like you, but for real.

- Hurtful.
- Then, you could funnel them

by setting up roadblocks
or any other impediment

that would guarantee you
would head to the choke point.

- Dear God.
- Nell!

I need you and Eric to
look at the streets between

the corporate office and the
crime scene for any roadblocks

or anything that would've
funneled their route.

Uh, and keep in mind
that they could be bogus,

so Caltrans would not have
a record of them.

Copy that. We also got a hit
on your shell casing print.

- Mm.
- Ooh, that's exciting.

Meet Brian Booker.

Assault, weapons, breaking
and entering, grand theft auto.

Ah, those are all the Boy Scout
badges you get

if you're gonna be a supervillain.
- Mm-hmm.

He's been in and out
of jail since juvie.

Well done. Okay,

send us a list of his, uh,
known criminal associations,

as well as his work
and home address

and, uh, let Callen and Sam
know about all of this.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey. Hey. You know what I'm feeling?

- What are you feeling, girl?
- I'm feeling hot.

- Are you?
- You know why?

- Why?
- Oh, 'cause Kensi's on fire.

Wow. Yikes, you just referred
to yourself in third person.

That was a little creepy, right?

I mean, it is L.A.
The kids are doing it.

Are they? Are kids doing it?
I'm gonna give it a shot.

Deeks is coming!

Mr. Booker?

Mr. Booker, are you home?

Federal agents,
open up!

I was gonna lure him out with
my Publisher sweepstakes bit.

You know, if I had balloons,
you had a big giant check.

The day you put a balloon
in my car

is the day I put you
in a car seat.

Oh, right,
'cause you think of balloons

and then you think of clowns,
and you don't like...

Federal agents!

What are you guys doing, huh?
You chasing somebody?

We're on it!

- The serpentine!
- This guy's got all the tricks.

Coming in hot.

I got him. I got him.

I got him.

Oh...

Ooh, my God.

That's a cheap surfboard.

You think now that Hetty's
back, we could get a dog?

A K9 unit would really cut down
on all this running around.

Titanium teeth?

Not in my car.

No dog, no balloon,
what-- where's the joy?

Sit down.

Lawyer.

You're gonna need more than
a lawyer if you don't tell me

who shot up that Crescent Bay
truck this morning.

No, you don't
smile at that.

- And you sure as hell don't smile at me.
- Sam.

Come on. Partner?

- There's a code, G.
- Yeah, I know that,

and you know that, okay?

But this is not the time,
all right? Please,

grab a coffee.

Bye-bye.

That's right, walk away,
you little bitch.

And get
my frickin' lawyer.

You got him well trained.

The United States Navy
trained him,

and that is the only reason
that you're breathing right now.

So, uh, is it just me,

or does everybody want to hit
him in the face with a shovel?

You guys okay?

- Yeah.
- Sam?

What do you think?

I think you want to kill
the guy. I think we all do,

but right now, he's our only
option, so let's just focus

on finding the weapon
and the ballistics match...

Oh, is that how it works?

- Sam.
- Hey, hey, I am just trying

to calm everybody down, man.

I don't want to be calm.

Yeah, but we need you to be,
and so does Garcia and his wife.

Do you want us
to take a stab at him?

Only if you're really
gonna stab him.

Look, this waste of skin

is never going to talk,
so our time is much better used

turning his place
upside down.

We'll have Eric and Nell go
through every little detail

of his miserable life.

Hetty, you wanted
to see me?

Hi.

How's Mom?

Oh, wow.

Unexpected pop quiz.

Okay, uh, well, the surgeons are
recommending a triple bypass,

which she is refusing,

because why would
you do something

to try and save your life?

I mean, I understand
that she's scared,

but she's also
a very intelligent person,

so... little confused here.

Maybe you need to be with her.

Well, I... I tried.

I mean, I was there.
My whole family was there.

But she insisted that...

we all go, aside from my dad,
or she would leave the hospital.

And, you don't know my mother,
but the woman

does not make idle threats.

She was halfway to the car
before could stop her.

She is the...

most stubborn person

I have ever met.

Present company aside,
obviously.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

That was intended
to be a compliment,

but that came out
all kinds of wrong.

And now, I'm saying I'm sorry.

I am jacked up
on enough caffeine

to take down
a wildebeest.

It's so frustrating,

because I'm supposed to be
a grown-up, right?

I mean, you see.
I-I've had to do

some really badass stuff
at this job,

but whenever I'm around her,
it's like...

...the minute I see her,

I just turn into this...

eight-year-old again and...
you know, Sydney-- (scoffs)

Forget Sydney, I mean,
she is just a mess

around my mother;
all she can do is cry.

So then, I'm there
mopping that up

and it's just fricking...

Why don't you sit down?

Uh...

I'm, I'm fine. Really.

And we have
this whole...

Mm-hmm.

You just do not
take no for an answer.

God.

The team's looking for me.

I really have to upload
this document.

You know, family...

is important.

In all its disguises.

And also very...

challenging.

Hmm.

O-Oh, God.

Now Callen's looking for me.

I-I...

now I really
have to get back to work, so...

Okay.

But we need to leave at 2100.

Sharp.

I'm sorry, what?

I've arranged a flight
for the two of us

to San Francisco.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Well, I don't know your mother,

I've never met your mother.

But...

some have told me

that I can be very persuasive

at times.

Hetty...

you do not have to do this.

But I'm glad you are.

Can I give you a hug?

Oh!

Hmm.

Oh...

I love you so much.

I thought I was never
gonna see you again.

Oh...

...you never have
to worry about me.

Only the good die young.

Of course.

- Anything?
- Drugs, unpaid bills, a collection

of wands from the Harry
Potter movies, which

doesn't really track with his
profile but who am I to judge?

And, wait for it, you ready?
Boom!

Amish porn.
Not sure if it's real,

not sure if it matters,
not sure why I care so much,

although I did love
the movie Witness.

Yeah? What I
haven't found

is any assault rifles
or any ammunition.

We need something.
Otherwise,

he could say he sold ammo
to some guy he met online.

That buys him reasonable doubt
on the print.

What about all
the stolen cash?

Nope, but maybe
he spent it all

- on an interior designer.
- I got something.

Right here.

What is that, a... artifact?

Well, I walked his whole
failed escape route

and found this in the bushes
right before you boarded him.

He had a phone in his pocket
when we arrested him.

This could be a burner
he tossed.

Still charged.

Oh, what?!
Kensi comes up big again.

That's two for two, boys.

That's two for two.

Are you familiar
with the word "gloat"?

Gloat. Huh.

Now is that Latin for jelly?

What are we looking at?

The phone Kensi recovered
was purchased at a liquor store

in Irvine three weeks ago.

But the store owner has
no record of the purchase.

Well, if they were smart,
they used cash.

Most liquor stores have
security cameras these days.

They do.
And I'm trying to get them

to let us look
at the tapes.

But the store owner is...

...trying to get his lawyer
to weigh in,

probably afraid we'll see him
selling to minors.

Send me the address.

Maybe if I pay him
a personal visit...

Might not have to.

These are the last numbers
dialed on the phone.

They were all to three
other prepaid phones

purchased in
different locations.

Are any of them
still online?

Mm, no.
They just go in and out.

They must be pulling
the batteries

and SIM cards
between calls.

These guys have
some spycraft.

Yeah. But this
one phone

was used in the same
location twice.

When was the last time
it was used?

Mm...

an hour ago.

And nothing since?

No.

If you send the address
to the team and put a track

on the other two phones,
I'll see if we can get

permission to disable
their service.

The longer we keep them
from communicating

with each other, the better.
- Cool.

I know how badly you want
to go in there,

but we have to be
smart about this.

We have a driver
that's still missing.

He could be in trouble.

Or he could be
the one behind this.

The guy's a driver,
not a shooter.

Doesn't mean he's not involved.

So there's no car
in the driveway.

Could be in the garage,
I can't tell.

All right, well, we need
to at least talk

to some of the neighbors.

We don't know what
we're up against here.

There's only one way
to find out.

We'll get around back.

I don't suppose I can convince
you to take a knee, huh?

I saw a little fruit
stand back there.

Federal agents! Open up!

Get you a spicy
lime con todos,

my treat, consider
our options, huh?

Not hungry.

Tried the burn phone number
and his cell.

Nobody's answering.

Yeah, that was his second
mistake. The next one's gonna be his last.

Eric, how are we doing with
turning those phones back on?

Not yet. But I'm trying.

Guys, REACT team's
in position.

FBI's letting us
go in first.

Do we have any idea
what we're walking into?

Yeah, we're working on it.

Where are we?

House is owned
by Edward Morrison,

36, single, white, male.

It was left to him
by his mother,

who died eight years ago.

His father died in '92,
when Edward was nine.

Looks like he's lived here
his whole life.

This is our best guess
of the,

uh, layout from the original
blueprint the city has on file.

Unfortunately,
it's 90 years old.

A floor plan is nice, but I'd
rather not have to use it.

I need to get whoever's inside
to come out.

Eric, where are we with traffic
or security cams

in the house?
I need eyes inside.

Um, sorry,
I got nothing.

I mean, if there was a security
camera in the neighborhood,

someone's probably stolen it.

I mean, we need to consider
that Edward Morrison

wasn't the person who used
the burn phone in this house.

There's nothing about this guy
that says he has the skill set,

let alone the conviction
to pull off

this sort of operation.

I mean, the guy does seem
like a bit of a loner.

Not to mention
just plain lonely.

Maybe someone's taking
advantage of that?

Using him as a cover
or someplace to hide out?

Or to hold our missing driver.

Look, whatever the case,
somebody inside fired on us.

You know, it might not even be
Edward Morrison.

I mean, he could be a victim.

I'm gonna go try and talk
to whoever's inside.

Eric, keep trying to
turn on that phone.

I need eyes
on in there.

G!

Holy crap.

It's okay. It's
built like a tank.

Trust me.

G!

It's only getting worse
by the minute.

It's now or never, partner.

Fatima?
Send the REACT team in back.

Copy that.

Go! Go, go, go, go!

We're in.

Go, go, go.

- It's clear.
- Clear!

I can tell you what
this guy never quit--

he never quit
hoarding crap.

Looks like a rat's
maze in here.

Yeah, and we're
the rats.

Okay. First
floor's clear.

There's an outdoor stairway
off the kitchen.

Let's go.

Edward Morrison?

You in there?

We're federal agents.

I'm hurt.

I need an ambulance.

We can get you to a hospital.

I need you to lay down
your gun and come out.

I can't.

I-I can't move my legs.

Is that crying?

Oh, my God,
is he crying?

There's no crying
in baseball.

Pretty sure
that's a full-on sob.

There's nothing I hate more
than a crybaby hoarder.

Yeah.

Edward, I'm going
to open the door.

Edward.

Edward, you still with us?

The door's locked.

You're going to have
to break it down.

Please, you have
to help me.

We're gonna need
to hear the sound

of your rifle
hitting the floor.

I can't!
I can't reach it.

Oh, I think I'm dying.

You will not replace us!

Is everybody okay?

Sam and I are good.

- We're good.
- Yeah, everybody's good.

What about Edward Morrison?

He's not so good,
but he is dead.

I wish we'd had a chance
to question him.

Oh, yeah, it's a shame
he couldn't hold on longer.

He deserved at least a decade
of living in excruciating pain

before he died.

Was that Gandhi?
Sorry.

It's the Dalai Lama.
I was gonna say that.

Did you hear what he yelled
before he opened fire on us?

"You will not replace us."

Now, that I know is actually
from The Terminator.

It's a white nationalist mantra.

Oh!

Jay Z, Mother Mary,
and Jessica Simpson,

it is so bad in there, guys.

- It is so bad.
- You find anything?

Well, that's one good thing
about hoarders.

They don't throw anything away.

God, this is disgusting.

Morrison has enough
white nationalist propaganda

to open up his own
hatred museum.

Which is despicable, for sure,
but I found the stack

of Highlights magazine
equally disturbing.

You know, Booker spent
a lot of time behind bars.

I'll bet you a goldfish he was
in a white prison gang.

- Goldfish?
- Yeah.

- You want a pet,
you got to start off small. -

Check out the time stamps
on these receipts we recovered.

These guys were buying weapons
and ammunition

for the past week,
including gun shows in Arizona.

Wow, that's brazen.

Yeah, why the hurry?

Maybe they're afraid
they'd get caught.

Or they're up
against the clock.

It... just seems like
we're missing something.

Yeah, lunch.

Sorry, that's my low
blood sugar talking.

More like 12 new assault rifles,

16 new handguns, and thousands
of rounds of ammunition

still unaccounted for,
according to these receipts.

So our trailer park princess
and our Hoardie McPack Rat,

they just bonded together with
a brotherhood of xenophobia,

maybe even
Xena: the Warrior Princess.

The TV show. It's got the
"Escape from Helicon and Back"?

I'm an island.

The point is, these guys
are not working alone.

They're not capable
of doing this by themselves.

They don't have the guns,
they don't have the money.

So who does?

They also don't have
the missing driver.

Maybe Petty Officer Garcia
wasn't worried about Jason Reed

when he blinked
his name to us.

What do you mean?

Maybe he was trying to warn us.

Maybe.

But I'll tell you this,
Edward Morrison had

a lot of different jobs
over the years.

Mm-hmm.

What are the chances that
he tried his luck

at being a truck driver?

Well, funny you should ask.

So, from April to June of 2018,

Morrison worked for
Bancroft Transport and Shipping.

Now, guess where
Jason Reed worked

prior to driving
for Crescent Bay Herb.

Survey says Bancroft Transport
and Shipping,

at the very same time
as Edward Morrison.

Mm-hmm. Three
little fanatics

sitting in a tree,
P-L-O-T-I-N-G.

Uh, actually, uh, "plotting"
has-has two Ts in it.

Well, obvi.

But it didn't really
go with the rhyme, so...

- Oh, creative license. I like that.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, I hate to interrupt
your Def Jam poetry session,

but we need a list
of potential targets.

Jason Reed is armed
and dangerous,

and he's on the clock.

They have
any rallies planned?

Well, there is one planned

for next month in
Arizona, but...

Yeah, but those gatherings
are for people

that share the same beliefs
as Jason Reed.

He doesn't need guns for that.

He wants to hurt people
who he thinks are a threat.

There's an immigration
reform rally in Pershing Square.

- When?
- Today at 7:00.

Well...

Need a sitrep, guys.

Okay, so LAPD alerted
the organizers.

They're sending out
a cancellation notice,

but if the people
don't see it...

They're turning people away

as discreetly as possible.

Kensi?

I can't be sure, guys.

Baby, trust your instincts.

Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.

- Baby?
- Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

There.

Roof of the southwest
office building.

Great sight line.

Good concealment.
Sun's behind you.

Multiple exit strategies.

But I don't know, guys.

Kens, Deeks, tac up.
Fatima, you got anything?

Tapped into traffic
and security cams.

Ops is running facial rec.

Still no sign
of Jason Reed just yet.

We don't have a choice.

Okay.

Federal agents.

We need to get
to the roof.

Elevator's out.
Stairs are right over there.

Guys, elevators are out.

They probably disabled them to
slow down the first responders.

We're in the service stairs.

I never should've got
rid of that Stairmaster.

- You called it, Kens.
- You got eyes on him?

Yeah, he's up here,
around this raised section.

And it's all open, no cover.

Can't get to him or even
move to the other side

without full exposure.

Well, what about an airship?
It could distract him.

Yeah, but it could spook him.
He'd start shooting everybody.

Eric, what about the burn phone?

Um, it's still not online.

Wait, wait.
His cell phone is.

We call him.
Momentary distraction.

Yeah, if he answers.

Guys, come on.
We're running out of time.

Eric, any chance
you can do a spoof call?

Make it look like it's coming
from Brian Booker's phone?

Uh, I think so.

Wait, do you want me
to call him?

You guys really want
to distract him?

Hey, Jason.

How did you get this number?

Who the hell is this?

I'm a friend of Brian's.

Is this a joke?
Where is he?

He said you guys
were supposed to meet

at some immigration
reform rally today,

but he's running late.

Y-You're lying!

We're not in position.

- Son of a bitch.
- Hey!

What are--
Deeks, what are you doing?

One distraction coming up.

Are you crazy?

Crazy's my middle name.
Do me a favor, huh?

Don't let me get shot.

Copy that.

That can't be William Wallace!

I'm prettier than that man.

What's that, Father?
I don't know, I'll ask him.

Problem is, I'm
not on me island.

Huh, what are you doing
on me island?

Clear. Kens?

We're okay.

Oh, my God.

This could have been
really bad.

Not today.

As-salaam alaikum.

Nice.

Let's go.
Ugh.

I don't know about your
guys's internal clock,

but mine is saying
it's generic beer time.

We'll go check on
Petty Officer Garcia.

Well, I guess I see Jell-O

and hospital coffee
in my future now.

Delicious.

Nice job today.

You, too.

I know this really cool
tea shop on Flower.

Ooh.
Tea?

Sounds great.
All right.

You mean like dried dead plants
in hot water?

How is this the same day?

I feel I've aged.
Do I look older?

Hmm, maybe a little wiser.

Ooh, that was
pretty damn exciting.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Miss Jones, I believe
there's a flight

we have to catch.

Yes. I am gonna go
grab my go bag,

and I'll meet you
down there, thank you.

All right.

Thanks again
for doing this.

It, uh, means a lot.

No, I'm looking forward
to a girls' night out.

Uh, but when I get back,
I'm looking forward

to a long chat with you.

Oh, yeah, about what?

Oh, love, life.

Your new job offer.

What? Nell did...

How did you know?

Oh, no.
Night-night, Mr. Beale.

I...

Before you leave,

remember to turn out
the lights, hmm?

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