Looking to the 101, he's found.
Trapping is moving slow.
Starts to slow down around Whiteo.
He's moving forward now.
He's holding down.
Dr. Blue Tahoe, 6-8-1-8.
Code three, requesting backup.
DMV tag is 5-3-4-1-9-7.
Suspect B-27, sources responding.
Code three, secondary one.
Don't do this to me.
Come on.
What is it this time, G?
Cold showers, bed bugs, feng shui.
Too noisy.
Last place was too quiet.
Place before that was too hot.
No, no, no.
That place was too cold.
The place before that was too hot.
You sure you're ready to come back?
What, are you my mother or something?
We could use one.
Yeah.
I got you.
Thank you.
It's a new office, huh?
Yep.
What's it like?
Noisy.
Three months, and the neighbors still don't know we're here.
I didn't play in sight.
What was it before we got it?
Old water plant administration building.
Condemned after the Northridge quake.
Condemned?
Only on the outside, G.
I got to go see you know who.
Come on, Hedy.
I gave you the receipt.
If every agent came back from an undercover assignment
expenses, unaccounted for, Mr. Anna,
I'd be either out of a job or out of pocket.
I don't intend to be either.
What are we down to, $1,520?
$61 and a nickel.
You're a fantastic operations manager, Hedy.
All right.
Yeah, I got you.
$20, $40, $60, OK?
Thank you.
I'll spot you in a nickel.
Thank you.
I'm good for it.
Mr. Calland.
You're not too back for a month.
I missed your sunny smile, Hedy.
Ah.
We need to update your biometrics.
New photos for driver's licenses, passports,
general backstopping, not to speak of documents, credit cards,
and so forth, and wardrobe.
Problems with the neighbors?
Something like that.
Uh-huh.
Well, don't even think about unrolling
that disgusting thing in here.
I think she's mellowed.
I think I'm in love.
Who's that?
This new guy started this week.
Green.
That's his name?
Nope.
Heads up.
Director's coming online.
Hey, Calland.
Eric.
Well, it's about time.
Kenzie.
No.
My favorite agent.
But you callously abandoned us to join the FBI.
Once was enough.
You're still making the weekend drive up to Pendleton?
Of course.
Home away from home?
That's what you get for growing up a Marine brand.
Yeah, yeah.
Getting a note from your doctor?
You're my doctor, Nate.
Yeah, I just get to play around inside your head, though.
Uh-huh.
How's the rest of you?
Akes, Paynes, Insomnia?
Yeah, all of that.
Before I was shot.
Hi.
Dominic.
Calland.
Nice to meet you, Dominic.
Is Calland his person?
Just Calland.
I got it.
Agent Calland, I didn't think you
would do back from sick leave till next month.
I guess you didn't get the email.
I guess you haven't sent it yet.
Your case is still active, Calland.
We will find them.
Yes, sir.
We will.
Here's the reason I'm calling.
This commander, Frank McGuire, works
for the Office of Naval Intelligence,
or did until two hours ago.
He was kidnapped and subsequently killed
in a shootout with LAPD.
Routine traffic stopped.
His kidnapper sped off.
LAPD went after him.
McGuire got caught in the crossfire.
What do we know about the kidnappers?
Mexican nationals.
And that's what's got us worried.
In less than 12 hours, there's going
to be a coordinated military operation
on both sides of the Mexican border
against the drug cartels.
Operation Dakota.
McGuire had detailed knowledge of this plan.
We need to find out if it's been compromised.
Files on its way, Eric.
Keep me in the loop.
Footage, Eric.
Eric, slide it back.
Hold it.
Dom?
What do you see?
The second guy's been hit, and he's
trying to get back in the SUV.
OK, why?
Cover.
Zoom in and enhance, Eric.
Passage side window just exploded.
Yeah, but that's not a surprise.
Lots of incoming from the LAPD.
Tighter, Eric.
Advanced three frames.
The window's blowing into the car, not out.
Kidnapped by the shell.
McGuire wasn't killed in the crossfire.
He was executed.
OK, so you're a bad guy.
You're surrounded by LAPD.
You've seen the movies.
You're going to shoot your way out.
Only your buddy takes one in the chest,
and he's dead before he hits the ground.
I think I've seen that movie.
Now the cops are blamming away.
Blam, blam!
Six cops squeezing blocks.
That's a lead storm that's coming right at you.
Definitely ain't no movie.
What are you doing?
The alpachino was in it.
Might have been to Nero.
You pee your pants.
You drop your weapon.
You kiss the pavement.
OK?
At least that's what I do.
Instead, I go back to the car, execute the hostage,
and die doing it.
Now why would you sacrifice yourself to kill your hostage?
So it couldn't reveal what you were up to?
McGuire lives at 1041 apartment one.
What are we?
If anyone asks.
City inspectors.
No, nobody talks to city inspectors.
OK, you're a realtor.
I'm your client.
You show me an apartment.
Do I look like a realtor?
OK, I'm a realtor.
You're the guy looking for the apartment, OK?
Can we go?
Would I live in a place like this?
I mean, I don't even know if I could afford a place like this.
Well, that's why I'm showing you to see if you would
want to live in a place like this.
Does it have a jacuzzi?
If it has, I'm going to drown you in it.
Hi, this is Frank McGuire.
Sorry I can't take your call right now.
Leave a message, and I'll get right back with you.
Clear.
Message bank deleted.
Looks like someone didn't want us to hear McGuire's messages.
Eric, I need you to check the call.
I'll run a check on McGuire's phone log so we turn up.
OK, McGuire graduated top 1% from the Naval Academy.
Wow, look at this, stellar career.
Specialized in satellite image analysis
and spent time in the San Nicolas Navy Base.
Where is that?
75 miles off the coast of LA.
It was discovered by Spanish explorer Sebastian Visciano.
And he actually chartered the entire California coast.
And his ship was called the San Diego, which is where
the bay gets its name, of course.
I think that was back in 1602.
I read a lot.
Reading's good.
Found this on a coffee table.
Like it mattered.
Emma, Fleet Week San Diego.
McGuire wasn't married.
Birthday was two months ago.
How long do you leave birthday cards on display?
I don't know.
Never got one.
You've never gotten a single birthday card?
Nope.
But it's not a big deal.
I'm definitely getting you a birthday card this year.
Great.
You make sure you put some money in it.
But I'll put a personality in it.
Happy birthday to my favorite uncle, Love Emma.
Mr. Solved.
No signs of struggle.
Dead bolts on all the windows and doors.
Must have snatched them off the street.
Laptops encrypted.
It's a job for Eric.
You know, for a Korean Navy guy,
Commander McGuire wasn't very squared away.
Unless he had something else on his mind.
No jacuzzi.
Deal breaker?
Afraid so.
Oh, there goes my commission.
Gardner included in the lease?
Perdón.
Habla en inglés?
Busca un apartamento.
Pero no lo confío.
Danza.
Menoso.
Aprende.
Una area su gara?
Hey, it is.
What did he say?
This Navy guy, I looked at his apartment
and he was kidnapped, murdered.
Did you know him?
Oh, every day he waves.
I saw him this morning.
He's dead?
And already his apartment's available.
Hey, you might have been the last person to see him alive.
Oh, he was with his friends?
Well, what if they were the ones that kidnapped him?
No, no, no, they were his friends.
They've been here before.
I see their car, the Blue Tahoe.
Blue Tahoe?
When?
Every day this week?
Did you get the plates?
He was clean.
Turns out it was McGuire's first trip in the Tahoe.
He knew them.
They picked him up every morning this week,
dropped him off three hours later.
Sound like a kidnapping to you, Sam?
Looks like a kidnapping, but it's not.
So why the hood and the nylon ties?
Well, they don't want them to see
where they're taking them, so they tie his hands
and he's not tempted to lift the hood and peek.
It's common practice in the Middle East.
I've used the technique a few times myself.
Now, McGuire used to get to the office around 8.30.
It would take five or 10 minutes.
But as you can see, it was late every day this week.
My gardener said they picked him up at 7.30.
And then three hours later, they drop him back at home,
and then he goes to work.
A lot you can do in three hours.
Especially if you have top secret security clearance.
How much time do we have there?
Operation Dakota against the drug cartels
kicks off in seven hours and 33 minutes.
What about the call to McGuire's apartment
to erase his voicemail?
Still working on it.
Finances?
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Travel?
Nothing in his name or any of his known credit cards.
Family, relatives?
Parents are deceased.
He's got one sister, Helen McGuire,
lives in West Hollywood, divorced one kid, a girl.
Emma?
Photo at the apartment, her favorite uncle.
Enough with the look already.
I'll go.
And I will take our trained expert operational psychologist
for backup.
I love fieldwork.
I get to carry a gun.
Yeah, no, I don't think we're expecting a lot of trouble
from a grieving family, Nate.
I still carry a gun.
Come on, one of those ankle holsters.
Maybe that'll make me walk funny.
You already walk funny, Nate.
Where are we with friends or lovers?
I was one standout, a guy.
Friend or lover?
Really, the question that had it jumped out at me?
Unformed guess.
He's a six foot, three, 200-pound special forces
paratrooper guy, so I'm leaning towards a friend.
Good call, though.
Gotta hit on that phone number.
Details coming up.
Same phone number used to call in and erase
McGuire's voicemail, also called him 15 times
in the last four days.
Somebody's trying to cover their tracks, distance
themselves from the investigation.
Who is he?
Who made those calls?
That's him, the special forces paratrooper guy.
He runs a private security firm.
Bobby J. Genloan Associates.
What do the associates do?
Anything Bobby J. Genlo tells them to.
No plates.
Small world.
Are you listening to me, Eddie?
No, no, no!
Do listen to me.
It's called standing up, OK?
It's called standing up for your brothers.
That's all I'm asking.
Just do it.
For me, Eddie.
Just do it.
Run pretty good.
Nice handbrake turn.
You going to badge me?
Make a difference if we do.
Saw you going in.
I didn't know who you were.
So you cleared the phones remotely.
Private conversations.
Everyone.
Close?
Since we were kids.
He's got a hurt knowing one of your post buddies
was trained in his country.
He was kidnapped.
He's no traitor.
The guys don't know anything.
No, he wasn't kidnapped.
We know he's been working with them
for the better part of the week.
No, he was shot.
He shot him up.
What do you know, Bobby?
Nothing.
His special ops.
It's funny how we all know just by looking.
Me, I was a seal.
Planning a little hunting party, Bobby?
We're done.
A gentle local compromise operation against the cartels.
Putting together a team to go after them.
Retribution.
How long do we have?
Not long.
I've sent everyone home.
All my friends.
I wanted to be alone.
When did you last see your brother?
Thank you.
The weekend.
Frank took, uh, took Emma to the farmer's market.
He was always taken to someplace in the beach,
the movies.
After we divorced, Emma's father, Louise,
moved overseas.
So Frank became the man in her life.
Did you speak to your brother at all on the phone this week?
No.
Did he mention he was worried about something?
Nothing.
Everything was normal.
And then you, excuse me?
Sure.
You know, you can tell a lot about people from their fridge.
And not just what's on the inside.
Outside tells a story, too.
She's grieving.
Yes, she is.
Which is normal, considering the circumstances?
Absolutely.
So what?
Tell me.
She's on edge.
Answering way too quickly, particularly
to direct questions requiring a simple yes or no.
And mostly, she's saying no.
Kenzie, everything that woman just told us was a lie.
Mr. Callan, a moment.
Want some backup?
Your hand, I, car.
Blue O7 Impala, modified the engine,
upgraded the brakes, transmission, suspension,
fitted with 19-inch wheels, and latest smart technology.
3G network with two 4-megapixel cameras,
updated microphone, 32-gig flash drive, Wi-Fi, Bluetooth,
mini USB slot, and, of course, GPS.
And it's encrypted.
And so please don't forget your pin this time.
Let's go.
Now, wardrobe for your undercover work.
I know you grew up in the well-meaning but cold embrace
of the welfare state, Mr. Callan.
But just because you're an orphan doesn't mean
that you have to dress like Oliver Twist.
Now, we need something modern, individual that
speaks to the man within.
That's not for you to admire.
It's for you to try on.
Here.
And here.
This or this?
Those.
Fitted boot gene, medium weight, distressed denim.
I think we need something more relaxed, Mr. Callan.
Something amuses you?
It's just that in three years, you've never called me G.
It's not a name.
It's a letter.
Now, if you were to tell me what the G stands for.
No one ever told me.
Tell me that's good news, Eric.
That's good news, and that is Commander McGuire's laptop.
Oh, you got it.
I got it.
Well, me and about 100,000 other zombie computers.
I hack into an illegal botnet system
and redirect the computing power into cracking the encryption.
Couple of minutes, and we'll get to peek inside all
of McGuire's dirty little secrets.
All right, guys.
Nate thinks McGuire's sister is lying to us
that she knew what her brother was doing.
But I think there's something else.
It's like the kind of wrong motion that you see in someone
when the nightmare is still unfolding.
It's like it was still happening to her.
At the same time, every morning, they pick him up,
they cover his face, and take him somewhere.
So why would someone betray their country?
Ideology.
Greed.
Love.
Oh, my god, it's her.
McGuire's sister?
No, his niece.
Eric, buddy's book entry for Emma McGuire, West Hollywood.
Are you in five?
She said she wanted to be alone.
Callan, her daughter, wasn't even with her.
All right, here we go.
Emma's been sending messages to her friends every single day
and then come this week.
No messages.
Nothing.
She hasn't logged on for four days.
So whatever they've been getting McGuire to do,
this is how they've been forcing him to do it.
This is why she's still living it.
It's still happening.
They have her daughter.
In three, two, one, bingo.
We just opened four encrypted emails sent
to McGuire's laptop over the last four days.
Sequential timecode is within an hour of the download.
They're downlinked direct from one of our own defense
satellites.
McGuire downlinks his satellite images
to the main computer and then secret the emails
into his own laptop.
Recording everything they were making him steal.
It's a San Diego bay, army bases, border crossing,
border security.
Eric, give me a vent.
Got it.
How did the drug cartels find out McGuire even
had satellite access?
Well, it was a joint military operation,
so the leak probably came from south of the border.
Cartel sets up a satellite uplink, kidnaps his niece,
Emma, who's still missing, knowing that they'll
do anything that they ask and not tell anyone.
He did tell someone.
Bobby Genlow is going to try to rescue her.
Probably gave McGuire a GPS locator.
Got to find Genlow, Eric.
I'm already on it.
And director's online.
What do you got, Callan?
Operation Dakota has been compromised.
Mexican drug cartel forced McGuire
to access one of our satellites.
Forced?
Kidnaped his niece.
She's still missing.
It's too late to stop, Dakota.
Got to find out which cartel will hit them first.
And you have less than four hours.
And Callan, the girl is a priority.
Genlow's cell phone is on, and I got him.
Hollywood Hills.
Kenzie, McGuire's sister.
You know, we put the pieces together.
I'm sorry, Helen.
Come in.
I wanted to tell you, but Bobby wouldn't let me.
He's going up there to bring her back.
When?
Now.
Hey, Sam, it's me.
I'm with Helen McGuire.
Bobby Genlow's on his way in.
Copy that.
First turn off viewpoint road, got it.
All right, we're 10 minutes out.
Transmitting.
Stand by, pictures up.
He's going to get another ticket.
Have they contacted you?
No.
OK, well, if they do, I want you to keep talking to them
so that we can trace the call, OK?
They were at the market.
One minute Emma was standing right next to him,
and the next Frank turned around, and she was just gone.
How do they contact him?
Cell phone.
Couple minutes after she disappeared,
they told him what they wanted him to do.
He agreed.
Have they let you speak to her?
No.
Bobby got Frank a GPS transmitter.
Frank put it in the cartel's house.
He gave up his life from my daughter.
Turns up ahead, Sam.
You feeling lucky?
After last time?
Not particularly.
Here we go.
That's not Gin Law.
Look out.
It's OK, Bobby.
Eric, ambulance.
Sam and I are fine.
She's not here.
Any idea on our two amigos?
No cash stuff, no ID.
Well, the car had a GPS tracking system.
Previous destination.
There's only two with repeat journeys.
This one and one in Malibu.
Hey, Eric?
Yeah, give me everything you got on 1727 Pacific Coast
Highway, Malibu.
OK, house is owned by.
It's a TPC investment.
It's a trust, which in turn is owned by a guy named Manny Cortez.
Mad Manny Cortez?
It doesn't describe him as mad in the SEC filing,
but if you say so.
We found our cartel.
Who's Manny Cortez?
Just a mass-murdering drug lord with a classic Oedipus
complex.
Lesbitt's an educated guest.
I'd have to talk to him to be certain.
Manny's father ran one of the largest drug cartels in Mexico,
and now it's just him.
What happened to his father?
According to legend, Manny cut off his toes
with a pair of bolt cutters, and then his fingers,
and then some other bits.
Cool.
Helen.
I'm sorry.
Emma wasn't at the house.
Bobby?
He's on his way to the ER.
Gunshot wound, but I think he's going to be OK.
Hello?
It's my ex, Emma's dad.
Hello, Louise.
There's no news.
Helen, what about Emma?
Just need to tell me what's happening.
Louise, I, excuse me.
Could you?
Mr. Perez?
Who is it?
Special Agent Ken Ziblay, NCIS.
Up, sir, I just like to reassure you
that we are doing everything we can
to get your little girl back.
Helen didn't tell me until this morning.
I'm booked on the next flight out of London.
You promise me you'll do everything to find her.
Yes, sir.
I hear you.
Thank you.
Emma adores her father.
Hey, he only just gets back in town a couple of times
every year.
We're planning on having Thanksgiving together.
What do you think it'd take to storm that place?
We're explaining in a small army.
Could be too late, Jay.
Nate, that a girl.
You think she's still alive?
The moment McGuire was killed, she became a liability.
Now, psychologically, the fact that she's a child
makes the decision harder, but eventually
his self-interest usually wins through.
If she's still alive, she's running out of time.
We need a plan.
OK, we could send in a tactical team.
We need at least an hour to get them together.
We don't have an hour.
OK, OK.
Utility company, city engineer, food delivery.
If Manny Cortez is really there,
the only way he's going to invite us in
is if he thinks there's money in it.
Trade, a-e, quote, Cupid.
What was that, Greek?
Latin.
Give them what they want.
Very good, Dominic.
Though your declension needs a little work.
The pronoun is masculine singular.
Give him what he wants.
So what does this toe cutter want?
Satellite access 24-7.
Did you make the call, Nate?
Yeah, he's expecting you.
Want to do business?
What sort of business?
Satellite business.
Game time.
OK, man.
I'm good.
No problem.
Frank Hanley, I'm a lawyer.
A lawyer needs a bodyguard?
Oh, the big guy.
That guy's actually my client.
Works in the defense department.
Civilian analyst.
I actually just worked with a former business
partner of yours.
Naval commander, named McGuire.
Never heard of him.
Really?
Well, maybe you've heard of his niece.
Her name's Emma.
McGuire shared some information with my client.
Less than three hours operation Dakota begins.
In less than one hour, my client can have you back online.
Real-time satellite imagery of the Mexican border, 24-7.
And how can your client do this?
It's a simple phone call.
Pictures coming up.
Guys, that's not Manny Cortez.
Then who is it?
I don't believe you.
Hey.
Hehehe.
Is that a way to get his?
Kenzie.
Kenzie, the father's behind this.
And Emma's with him.
Nate, he called here.
He knows, Luis knows, we're NCIS.
Operation is compromised.
He knows.
Well, we have to do something.
When can I call Manny?
Tomorrow, I promise.
Now, daddy's busy.
Why don't you go have your swim and I'll join you soon,
OK?
OK.
We all live a lie.
So I'm a bigger lie than others.
I spoke to one of your colleagues on the phone.
The distraught father.
She was NCIS.
I assume you are too.
How long you been working for Manny Cortez?
Seven, eight years, a double life.
You were McGuire's brother-in-law.
He never thought I was good enough for his sister.
Yeah, he was right.
You set him up to believe that his niece was kidnapped.
She was.
But by her father, she's not going back.
Yeah, he's right here.
It's McGuire.
He's not really dead.
Thanks, Tom.
You're welcome.
Kenzie, give her the phone.
Hello?
It's for you.
Hello?
Well, you could come home right now.
Thank you.
I miss you, too.
I mean, I love you so much.
I love you, too, Mom.
Expense accounts.
You're six months behind.
I would have thought that, seeing as you had so much time off
for a corporation, you would have caught up on your paperwork.
Please tell me you're kidding me, Eddie.
Well, I could.
But it would be a lie.
No rush.
Tomorrow will be fine.
Night.
Night, Tom.
Kenzie, Nate.
Hey, the cell phone's free at my place.
No easy.
Nate G.
Gun.