Run!
Get out of here!
Run!
Get out!
Oh. Oh, man.
Do I have to remind you of the nunchuck incident?
You get hurt, you're driving yourself to the ER.
All I'm saying.
Freeze! Right there.
This is yours?
Yes.
It's my dragon head corn now.
You know, one of the 18 arms of Wushu?
Is that like those little Chinese dumplings? I love that stuff.
No.
Wushu is the Chinese martial art with 18 arms or weapons.
I prefer the steel whip or the meteor hammer,
but you have to stay in practice with all of them.
No doubt.
I mean, you never know when a horde of murderous Mongols
are going to come galloping over Laurel Canyon.
All hands on deck!
You gave him a whistle?
Oh, do I look as if I've gone daft?
I'd sooner give a chainsaw to a spider monkey.
At least I took his segue away.
I'll speak to Mr. Bee.
Sooner than later, okay?
Because the next time he toots that thing,
he won't be using his lips.
Maybe you can use your Wushu dragon breath.
Dragon head corn now!
Marine gunnery sergeant Wendell Dobbs.
Dobbs was promoted to a job in logistics 18 months ago
after his second tour in Anbar province, Iraq.
There's a lot of entry wounds. Some serious lead sling.
What were they using?
AK-47s, multiples.
The most popular gun in every conflict around the world.
Still very rare in the U.S.
Eric, do we have any video footage on the shooting?
Got this from the supermarket security camera.
The plates were stolen.
But I've got kaleidoscope looking for the vehicles.
Well, they probably stole the vehicles for the drive-by
so they could dump and torch them after.
We want it back to the shooter.
Drop the magazine.
Mags typically are inexpendable.
So they either sloppy...
Or very well equipped.
Where the hell are they getting collision accounts
with extra mags?
Gang violence in the military is an ongoing problem.
And SecNav is pushing hard to route out any and all offenders,
but I don't see any indications of gang ties
in Wendell Dobbs' service record book.
LAPD said there's an escalating war between the gangs.
A lot of jockeying for drug turf.
Yeah, where an edge in firepower makes a big difference.
Dobbs is in uniform, so it's unlikely a case of mistaken identity.
He clearly wasn't a random victim.
He was targeted.
The question is why.
How do we want to play it?
I'll go put in a call to Dobbs' CO and his medical officer.
I'll swing by the crime scene,
see if I can track down any witnesses who are willing to talk.
Looks like we're going to pay our respects to the family.
NCIS?
May we speak with you, sir?
Come in.
Thank you.
I'm proudest day of my life,
when Wendell graduated from boot camp.
Did your son have any enemies you were aware of, Mr. Dobbs?
Yeah, some terrorists in Fallujah and Abu Ghraib.
Any old relationships that could have come back to home?
Meaning what?
He was an ideal son and an outstanding Marine.
We're not trying to disrespect him.
We're just trying to find and prosecute his killers.
Then you'd better find him before I do.
Pardon me, gentlemen.
A little madding.
I need to talk to him.
Get out of my house before I throw you out.
Hey, call your ass, old man, before I...
Before you what?
You might want to think about what you're doing.
You best tell them that deal we're looking for.
Let's roll.
Move it, move it.
I'm sorry about that.
Who's Lil' MacD?
I assume they mean my younger son James.
And kids don't go by their given names anymore.
It's always Lil' This, Doggy That, Mac Daddy Love Handles.
It's ridiculous.
Wendell has a brother?
Yeah, James.
Wendell was his rock.
When he went to the war,
James got in with the wrong crowd.
Wendell left the job he loved,
leading his Marines in battle
to take a non-deployable billet back here
just to help James and me.
I was diagnosed with diabetes six months ago.
But I told him I don't need a nurse maid.
A man should never outlive his children.
Get down!
Stay down!
You okay, sir?
I'm okay, I'm okay.
You good?
Good.
Champagne-colored Chevy and Palo Loretta.
Thanks, Eric.
Oh, and call me if you get any ideas
on that other picture I sent you.
Thanks.
Gee, found us on the fridge.
Santiago Equipment Inc.
Looks like a paste-up with James' name on it.
762 by 39.
It's the same weapons in there,
but it killed Wendell.
They're firing cheap reloads.
Maybe the Taliban's having a sale.
What's Santiago Equipment Inc?
That's where James works.
It's a heavy equipment outfit,
back hose, bulldozers, that sort of thing.
They're out by the airport.
Why would James' gang want Wendell dead?
I don't know what any of this is about.
Maybe best if you stay elsewhere for a few days
we'll find somewhere safe for you to stay.
Hell no!
This is my house.
I've been living here longer than most of those punks
have been alive.
I'm not leaving unless it's in a body bag.
Just fine, my son.
Before something bad happens to him, too.
We're trying, sir.
I ran Callan's covert little happy snap
against our and LAPD's databases.
Rashad Hollander, a.k.a. Slide,
dishonorably discharged from the Army in 2007 for...
Let me guess, gang activity.
Bingo.
Managed to compile a pretty impressive rap sheet since then.
That says Wendell's prodigal brother James.
James seems like a petty thief,
whereas Hollander appears to be well on his way
to becoming a full-fledged sociopath.
Both Rashad's Slide Hollander
and James' Lil MacD Dobbs
have links to the 82nd Street black posse.
They've been expanding to the territories
of rival gangs with increasing violence.
So what does this have to do with
our stellar Marine Wendell Dobbs?
That's the part we haven't figured out yet.
Check out the Humvees.
Looks like they've seen some action.
Something tells me we need to play this on the down low.
I think I just became James' cousin.
I'll buy that.
Hey, guys, your supervisor around?
That guy.
Excuse me.
Uh, Keith Dobbs.
It's my buddy, Ernie.
Ronnie Miller.
What can I help you, gentlemen?
I'm looking for my cousin James, James Dobbs.
That'd make two of us.
Your cousin hasn't been here since Friday.
You know, he's gonna be looking for a new job.
It doesn't check in soon.
His brother was killed last night.
Wendell?
You know James' brother?
A little.
I gave James the job as a favorite of Wendell.
Are you still looking into it?
Oh, man.
That's messed up.
I'm so sorry.
That's cool. You gave him the job as a favor.
Yeah, well.
It was the least I could do.
Wendell had a big part in helping me
secure my military contract.
He wanted to keep the jobs in California.
I was our lowest bid in the state.
You see the Humvees?
I inspect and repair the vehicles
coming back to US bases from Iraq and Afghanistan.
They take some serious abuse in the desert over there,
so we get them back in shape to serve us here.
It's been a real godsend in this economy.
You have any idea where we can find James?
We're really worried about him.
Not a clue.
Any coworkers or friends, buddies?
I don't know.
He was my night watchman.
So to be honest, I never saw him.
You bring back weapons and stuff, too?
No. Just vehicles.
Humvees mostly.
Why do you ask?
Well, thanks.
Appreciate it.
Again, my condolences.
Thank you.
Ernie?
Do I look like an Ernie?
So a Marine gets his brother a job
with a company that refurbishes
equipment from the war.
Then that same Marine is gunned down
by gang bangers armed with AK-47s.
Seems to me these Humvees aren't the only
things being brought back from Iraq.
Yeah, it sounds like Wendell's figured
out a way to supply L.A. gangs
with a collision of coffee rifles.
I think we better have Eric check this place out.
And Ronnie Miller.
We gotta get to James before anybody else does.
Well, can't go home.
Forget about the streets,
especially with their own gang after you.
He's gotta be holed up somewhere.
Well, his brother got him the job here.
Maybe he's always looking out for him.
No place safer than Big Brother's house.
Do you want me, Wendell?
TV's on.
If he's hiding, he's not gonna answer.
Not even for one of Wendell's old buddies?
Wendell.
It's Gordie, baby. What's up?
I got your Xbox.
I gotta tell you, I'm getting pretty good at Call of Duty.
He's gonna, he's getting pushed out of the lock.
Easy. Easy.
Don't, don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Gordie. Gordie? Gordo?
You're James, right?
What the hell are you doing here?
I'm just here to see your brother.
Yeah? Where's your Xbox then?
Federal agent!
Gordo? And you were complaining about Ernie?
Who killed your brother, James?
You don't have anything to be afraid of. We're here to help.
I'm not afraid of anything.
So why were you hiding out at your brother's place?
I wasn't hiding. I was chilling.
Your brother's dead and your boys put about 30 rounds in your father's house this morning
with me and my partner inside.
And you were just chilling?
We're sliding the gang, getting their guns.
I don't know.
Was your brother Wendell using Santiago equipment to smuggle weapons to the gang?
No way. Wendell was clean.
He was a war hero. You can't say nothing bad about my brother.
But you can dishonor him by acting like some punk-ass thug, huh?
What about the owner of Santiago equipment?
Ronnie Miller. Is he bringing in the guns?
Look, man, I don't know anything about no guns, okay?
So stop sweating me.
Okay. Let me ask you a question.
If you're so tough, why didn't you enlist?
Your old man did, your brother did.
What were you? Scared?
I tried, okay?
I tried.
I got a heart murmur.
I don't feel it.
I didn't even know that it was there, but they...
Well, they wouldn't let me in because of it.
Look, James, we both know your gang buddies killed your brother Wendell.
Why?
I don't know.
Why are you protecting them?
I'm not protecting it, nobody but myself.
See, where I come from, you either were a gang member or you were gang victim.
And my brother, well, couldn't be looking out for me when he was all fighting in the war.
You're hungry. You like Thai food?
I'm thinking Thai.
Sure.
Thai food? Want to shed a little light here, Sam?
Maybe he doesn't know anything.
Maybe. Maybe he does.
Look, he doesn't want to talk, but he hasn't asked for a lawyer either.
He knows he's safer here than anywhere else.
Because he knows who killed his brother. He does, Sam.
But this goes way beyond murder.
We have a gunny surgeon who may be supplying automatic weapons to LA gangs.
He's going to tell us. He just needs a little more time.
The more time it takes, the more likely his gang buddies are to start using those AKs again.
And that gets out.
Then maybe we need to be out looking for them instead of leaning on this kid.
Let him spend some time with Nate.
Look, if you want to keep questioning him, that's cool.
But I'm heading back to Ops.
You know I don't like people sneaking up on me, Eddie.
I tread lightly. I don't sneak.
Are there any new developments?
No.
And what about our unfortunate gunny dogs?
Still trying to convince James to tell us about his brother's killers?
I don't know.
What about his brother's killers?
And where they're getting their guns from?
Low and dumb.
And now this young man?
This one isn't hitting too close to home, is it?
The problem isn't Moe, Dom, or James.
It's the other 10 million.
You know what the leading cause of death for young black men in this country is?
Homicide.
That's right.
Usually at the hands of another young man with a gun.
You can't take it upon yourself to save all of them.
No.
But at least I can save this one.
Sam.
In the last six months,
Santiago equipment has repaired and refurbished
hundreds of vehicles returning from Iraq and Afghanistan,
all of which came back via military air transport.
Of course, effectively bypassing customs.
No customs check?
No.
And it wouldn't be too hard to fill those vehicles up
with black market weapons before shipping them home.
So Gunny Dobs helped Santiago equipment get the Humvee contract.
Then got James a job there as a night watchman.
Eric, tell them what you found on our friend Ronnie Miller.
It's not only what I found, but what I didn't find.
Ronnie Miller used to be Royad Markovich.
Sir, maybe changed his name to sound more American?
Royad Markovich died in 89.
By the time we get a warrant to search Santiago equipment
and Ronnie Miller's personal residence,
any evidence could be long on.
What about a FISA warrant?
You're going to try and claim this under a
Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act warrant?
Well, why not?
AK-47s are a foreign weapon.
They're bought on the black market.
They're smuggled into the country.
Their profits are probably being used
for terrorist activities, no?
Okay. I'll buy that.
But I-I thought you were staying with James.
Well, I figured I'd let Nate have a crack at him
so we could, uh, work on some other angles.
Check the whole yard. There's nothing.
I told you, people, I run a legitimate operation here.
I don't import weapons.
If it's legitimate, then why'd you change your name?
America's a melting pot. I wanted to melt in.
And what about the real Royad Markovich?
The one who died in Zagreb?
Royad was a friend of mine, a business partner.
We had our own heavy equipment business,
but he was killed in the war.
I was bankrupt.
So I came here and I started over.
A new country, a new life.
This isn't sounding good for you, Ronnie.
What do you got, Eric?
There's been a gang shootout downtown.
They were using automatic weapons.
TV2 is inbound to the crime scene south of downtown.
At TV2, police 3, please maintain 1,500 or above.
We'll go on the altitude.
At Shop 324, we advise we have code 20 overhead.
TV3, perimeter is secure.
The county corner is on the scene for the 417 victims.
You're good for code 4.
Roger that. We'll take a last look and depart the area.
Thanks for your help.
Hey, K-47, Mac.
Tragically, a number of bystanders were caught in the crossfire.
The death toll stands at 4.
It's one of the gang bangers from Dobs's house.
One that knocked on the door.
Looks like our gang war is heating up.
I'm guessing a couple of these guys are friends of yours.
What happened?
Same thing that's going to happen to you.
Maybe your father, if we don't take care of this right here, right now.
How?
By telling us where we can find who's responsible for this?
Where they're getting their weapons?
I told you, I don't know.
They shot your brother with AK-47s,
pumped about a pound of lead into his body,
and you don't even have the guts to tell me who else was involved.
And you don't even have the guts to tell me who else was in that car.
You want to know who else was in the car that now my brother got killed?
You really want to know?
It was me.
Yeah, that's right.
I was there, I saw it.
I saw everything.
Slade said that, uh, he wanted to show me something.
And he did.
He made me watch as they gun Wendell down.
Wendell!
No!
Why?
Why'd they do that?
One-to-one of me out of the gang and away from Sonya's equipment,
Slade didn't like interfering.
Interfering with what?
Was Ronnie Miller bringing the guns in through his company?
I don't know, alright, I just worked the gate at night.
When Slade found out, he got real interested and
he just told me to let him in sometimes.
To do what?
I mean, I guess steal stuff, you know?
That's what I thought they were doing.
You don't know.
No, I just worked the gate.
I don't ask questions and they don't tell me.
And your boss didn't know what Slade was doing.
No, and neither did my brother.
I didn't think it was anything big, though.
I just thought Wendell was overreacting.
Now he's dead and I'm next.
He'll protect you, huh?
You can't protect me any better than my brother could.
You're right.
Because sooner or later, we all end up on our own with no one at our back.
At that point, you have to decide which side you're on.
And whether you're gonna run or fight.
Now you choose to stick with Slade and his gang.
You'll wind up dead just like JJ.
Try running from Slade and his crew and you'll probably wind up dead, too.
Because they're gonna hunt you down like a dog.
But, if you stand and fight with us, I promise you,
we will take these guys down and you won't have to run or hide again.
Makes you think you can take Slade's gang down when the cops can.
We're not cops.
James is the only way to get to the gang that killed his brother.
Look, Slade, Rashad Hollander is extremely dangerous.
And after this morning's shootout, he's gonna be even more paranoid and jumpy,
which is gonna make him more prone to violence.
Which is why we have to act now.
Get those killers and their automatic weapons off the street.
Okay, what's to say Slade doesn't kill James the moment he sees him?
He's your only witness in any of this?
Slade's already lost three guys.
Including JJ, who is this right-hand man.
He's in a turf war with the Mexicans and the Colombians.
He's gonna take all the help you can get.
I know you guys are gonna do it anyway,
but I just wanna on the record that I think this op has an unacceptable risk level.
There are too many dangerous variables, especially with this short of a setup.
That said, I hope you kick some ass.
I'll prep James.
I'll get Eric working on the tech spread.
I'll download some more profiles on Slade.
Maybe there's something there he can use.
Thanks, Nate.
You wanna be briefed on this?
I don't know, do I?
I could run a by-director advance if you prefer.
Oh, Lord, no.
One of the reasons I'm here
is to protect him as a designated fall guy.
I had no previous knowledge of the operation, Mr. Secretary.
That mad woman went off her rocker and acted autonomously.
You're the first line of defense?
Yeah, you gotta get by me first.
And Mr. Hannah?
We'll be as safe as we can manage, as will James.
Bring them both back, hmm?
Go with God, Mr. Calendar,
whoever it is who watches over you.
I have a guardian angel.
She's tiny, but very tough.
All right, Sam's button cam is up.
Where are we with the schematics on this building, Eric?
Building's old. I'm not sure they're even available,
but I'm trying.
Long time no see, little MacDee.
Well, looky here, Mr. Knight, watch me.
We all been wondering what little MacDee been hiding.
Turns out the little bitch was on his honeymoon.
Yo, this is my cousin, Sam.
Just got out here from New York.
I don't care if he's your imaginary friend.
You shouldn't have brought him here.
You're a cousin, huh?
Where's your little white girl for that, cunts?
Here's my parole officer.
Parole officer.
We got us a genuine badass here.
Sam did four years up in New York. Same thing.
That's supposed to impress me.
I'm looking for some work, man.
Drop Burger King.
James said you was...
Man, shut the hell up. I ain't talking to you.
I been calling you, little MacDee.
Yeah, you know, I've been, uh,
just been dealing with my brother's funeral and stuff.
I heard about JJ.
Yeah?
You heard how many Mexicans we smoked?
Yeah.
And the Colombians tore them up.
They was all like...
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ha ha ha ha.
All right.
Think you can run with the big dog?
No, I don't think so.
I don't think so.
Think you can run with the big dogs, guys?
What you think, tiny?
You don't want none.
Yeah.
Let's see what you got.
It's okay. They're just jumping them in.
Eric, we lost our feed.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm working on it. These things aren't indestructible.
Neither is Sam.
What's up, big man? What's up?
What's up? Ah!
Ha ha ha.
Ah!
That's enough!
I said that's enough!
You just got all of that, boy.
Welcome to the clip.
Eric, talk to me.
Cameras have been damaged. I'm trying to get the picture back up.
I need to know what's happening there, Eric. At least get me audio.
I'm trying.
You need to go to work, man.
What about my cousin?
Got a job for him, too.
Let's go make it the hell out of here.
Let's go, let's go!
Callan.
James is leaving.
James is on the move, Eric.
Where are they taking him?
It's okay.
They wanted to kill him. He'd already be dead.
Let's go.
Look at that.
Yeah.
Puppet.
Time.
Some serious firepower.
You got some more?
I don't know how hard it is to get these.
I thought maybe you guys were selling them.
You thought wrong.
Where you get these?
Craigslist.
Hope you got a good price. Nice and cheap.
And why is that?
Because they look like the real deal, but they're actually knockoffs.
That's why Butterfingers here is having a problem locking in his clip.
What makes you such an expert?
I used to move guns.
Yeah?
Yeah. What you think I was in jail for?
And I bet that ammo you're using is crappy reloads, too.
Seriously, I think you got ripped off.
I wouldn't fire one of those.
I'll blow up and kill you.
But we've been busing these like frickin' Rambo.
It ain't no problem.
Not yet, but how many rounds went through then?
I bet it's less than three clips.
Just wait.
Well, you don't have to worry about that.
Because you ain't getting one.
I swear to God, Tiny, if your uncle jacked us on these,
I'm driving to Miami myself to kill him.
You got these from Miami?
That's right. My uncle Boney got six of them
from South America.
Would you shut up, Tiny?
You could drive.
Let's go.
These guys amount of 50-cal in that thing.
I'm gonna retire.
Eric, they're in a Humvee.
I'll try to stay on them with the traffic cams.
Alert LAPD and Highway Patrol.
I don't want anyone pulling that Humvee over.
Yo, go back deep. Open the gate.
Go back deep. Open the gate.
Eric, we're at Santiago equipment.
Look over there. Check out those Humvees.
Can you see anything?
No. Lost them behind the Humvee.
Eric, Kenzie and I are going in.
We need additional backups at Santiago.
Nobody leaves this lot. I got it.
Hey, yo, I got something.
That's just bloodstains.
Keep looking.
This is right here. 622.
Come on, man. Hurry up.
I think it's dead.
You're gonna flood it, man.
Look out, man.
Come on, man.
Look out, man.
Come on, man.
You know anything about Humvees?
I know enough to steal them.
You think you can get this thing started?
Why don't we try another one?
Because I want this one.
Why? What's so special about this one?
What's it got, like, satellite radio or something?
Look, can you get it started or not?
Probably be easier to call AAA.
Probably be easier if I just shot you in your head.
I doubt that'll get this started.
It's the battery.
Open the hood.
It's under the passenger seat.
Now how you know that?
You an expert on Humvees, too?
Like I said, I know enough to steal them.
I spent 20 minutes one night trying to find the battery
on one of these things.
Now, you want me to get this started or not?
I need some heavy-duty jumper cables.
Well, go find some cables, man.
You, too, both of you, I'll go.
Now, man.
Eric, did our backups just dry right by us?
Impossible. They're nowhere near you yet.
Well, then we've got company.
What the hell is this?
How am I supposed to know it's your party?
You! Get out of the car now!
Tanya, check up your jumper cables.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Give me the jumper cables.
Who are you? What are you doing here?
Shut up and get on the ground!
You're on my property!
I got jumper cables!
Hook them up.
Take it.
Now's your chance to get some street crayon.
Kill them.
We start shooting out here. The cops will be all over us.
We'll never get out of here.
We'll make you think you're getting out of here.
Puppet, swap out the Humvees!
Time to man up, boy.
You killed my brother?
Don't do it, James. Put the gun down.
Put the gun down.
Do it.
Pull the trigger.
Swap, do it. You can't do it.
You're a puppet!
Come here and smoke this sorry piece of-
Drop the guns! Federal agents, drop your weapons!
Get out!
Go! Go!
Go!
You good?
Right as rain.
Hey.
Good job.
You showed the same sort of courage your father and brother did as Marines.
They will both be proud of you.
Thanks, man.
Not much more than some V. We can pull apart.
Bingo.
Looks like heroin.
It's about a kilo. May I?
Sure.
Fresh from the poppy fields?
We thought Slide was using his overseas connections to smuggling guns.
Turns out it was drugs.
Packed away nicely and the Humvees coming back from Afghanistan.
So James will let them into the compound,
then they'd swap out the Humvee stash with the drugs for one of their own.
Foolproof plan, Gunny Dobbs stalled upon.
We sent our young men to slay the terrorist dragon.
And what did we get back?
What the dragon? We were sent to slay.
It's hard to believe, but it was a beautiful country once upon a time.
You've been to Afghanistan?
I spent a wonderful Christmas there in the Bamiyan Valley
with a local Pashtun family.
When was that?
Well, it must have been, uh, 1979.
Didn't the Russians invade Afghanistan Christmas 1979?
Uh-huh.
So they did.
Mr. Callum, my mistake.
I meant 1978.
Of course you did.
How silly of me.
Oh, dear.