here comes another one see I knew it look at those turbojet engines the up-swept
winglets I totally schooled you the smug mug Amelia Asshart got three right
without the extra paralyze let's be private no markings it's somebody famous looks
like a gold string sure you can tell by the passenger windows on the side it looks
like a bodyguard and there's another one
those are cops man the other guys got cups on
oh man well are you seeing this oh my god maybe they're shooting a movie dude that's
no movie
oh
eat your breakfast
You okay?
Not comfortable with authority figures.
That's why I do what I do.
Computers don't talk back.
I mean, technically they can.
But even then, I can manipulate the voice to make it soothing, if I want.
Sexy even.
Too much information.
Yeah.
What do you ask you?
Same thing I'm going to ask you, Agent Callum.
Finish your report.
Have you started your report?
We just buried Agent Vale two days ago, Director.
Does this charade really need to be perpetuated any longer?
Charade.
Head of you know as well as I do.
Procedure has to be verified.
Reports have to be filed.
Yes, I see.
And by the director of the entire agency, too.
Don't get me wrong, your presence here is always valued, even welcomed.
And I'd much prefer to converse with you face to face.
Let's drop the pretense, shall we?
The only thing your presence is not going to do is this.
Change my mind.
Kelly.
Leah.
This is Vance.
When?
How many?
All right.
I need everybody upstairs right now.
An hour ago, there was a shootout.
Private jet port van Nye's.
A couple of amateur plane spotters recorded the incident with a video camera and a pair of digital binoculars.
That's a prisoner transfer.
One of ours?
Military police.
One dead, two wounded.
Military police?
I'm playing clothes on a private airstrip.
Must have been a high-value prisoner.
Who is now vanished?
Let me see your ID and be all over this.
And so will we.
Prisoner they were transporting was the leader of Talib Al Jihadiyah.
Keshwar?
The army has had allies in Keshwar all this time?
Yeah.
Domers abducted two exchange for this guy, and they didn't tell us they had them?
There was a breakdown in the system somewhere.
If we'd known about this, we would have...
It would have made no difference.
Isn't that right, Ms. Lang?
We don't negotiate with terrorists.
I'll get on the phone.
I'll cut through the bureaucracy.
Agent Callan, you do what you need to do.
You find Keshwar.
Thanks.
Okay.
Agents Callan and Hannah, NCIS.
Major Rick Medina, Army CID out of Washington.
I just got an earful from my boss.
We've got an earful from your boss, meaning I'm already pro not to like you guys.
I'm not feeling a lot of love for you right now, either.
What was Keshwar picked up?
Intel caught up with him as he was leaving the Philippines.
We grabbed him at Halanulu International.
And then decided not to share that information with any other agency?
Well, you can bitch that one up the flagpole.
It's above my pay grade, and I don't play politics.
A deal in reality.
One agent dead, two others wounded, one critical.
All to free up some bin Laden wannabe to kill even more.
Our case?
My men.
Our city.
We pull what we know then.
Anything on the shooters?
One of them was a ground crew supervisor.
Long time airport employee.
The other two are newbies.
Their paperwork checks out.
What was the supervisor's name?
Pierce.
First name?
Mike.
Who's in charge here?
Brosnan.
First name, Susan.
So what do you've got for me?
Nothing.
Knock yourselves out.
Know who I'd like to knock out?
I'd like to talk to you about Mike Pierce.
Here's boss.
And operations manager.
How well'd you know him?
I guess not as well as I thought.
Last few days he seemed a little distant, but...
you know, this...
hard to believe this is real.
What about the other two?
They were new employees.
But I can assure you I had background checks done on both of them.
Then how did Pierce know about this flight?
Well, everybody knew about the flight.
I mean, just like they know about every other flight
they need to clean a refuel.
It's their job.
The passenger list is kept confidential.
So who told Pierce?
Well, judging by the glaring looks you're giving me,
I assume you suspect that person is me.
Was I glaring?
I thought it was squinting.
This is one passenger list I did not see.
I didn't even know it was a military flight.
Was there any paperwork that Pierce might have seen
that could have tipped him off?
Not that I can think of.
People who use this facility pay a premium for our discretion.
I guess the Army would be getting a refund then.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
Is Pierce married?
Yes.
You're gonna need a home address.
I'm not sure who I disliked the most.
Her or him.
That's funny.
The impression you disliked him both equally.
Sam.
Eric.
I need an ambulance.
2724 Rushmore now.
Female GSW.
It's okay.
They're on their way.
Save my husband.
What did she say?
Save my husband.
Okay.
Thanks, Eric.
Van's just released Keshwar's photo to the media.
Said she should be dead.
Probably thought she was.
Who were they?
Keshwar's people.
Tiny blue scents.
LAPD's got the perimeter.
Forensic team can't get here for at least three hours.
I don't have three hours.
Good thing you've got me then.
You think Pierce's wife was in it?
Maybe she was held captive in her own house.
Bound, gagged, fed nothing but yogurt, turkey sandwich,
and some sort of green tea.
That was, uh, specific.
And true.
She was their insurance policy.
Make sure that Pierce followed through with his end of the bargain.
Hmm.
Which he does, dying in the process.
Don't need her anymore.
And they're gone.
Question is where?
The answer is anywhere.
Or maybe not.
Not if you've lost your driver.
Mike Pierce was a pilot.
Keep looking.
You're not here in three hours.
I'm leaving.
Hooray for Hollywood.
What that means you found something, Eric?
They slip up.
They always slip up no matter how good they think they are.
They can't escape.
You're all seeing eye in the sky.
Or in this case, the kids with the cams.
Behold.
The van.
Someone watch it.
And no license plate.
Shootout happened at 947.
And this, taken from a security camera at the nearest exit,
exactly two minutes later,
no rear license plate either.
And he picked up a passenger.
Keshwar.
So how are we gonna find the van?
Hooray for Hollywood.
Who needs a license plate when you've got kaleidoscope?
It's trawling through traffic cameras as we speak.
If they're on the road, we'll find them.
Meanwhile, Keshwar's photo is running on news channels
and internet feeds all over the city.
And security at every airport, train station,
and bus depots on high alert.
He's a rat in a trap.
He's a needle in a haystack.
Yeah, but it's a very distinctive needle.
The problem is we don't have a warm body
with known ties to Keshwar or to Lee Balgi Hadiyah.
Yes, we do.
Moe.
Moe has not been seen since Don was killed.
Well, it ain't for lack of trying.
I've been running facial recognition for the past five days,
cross-referencing his photo with feeds
from every camera I can tap into.
What are your search parameters?
I started where you last saw him downtown.
I've been expanding the radius block by block.
Teenage kid all alone needs to hide out. Where do you go?
The streets.
Figure out pretty quickly where the other kids go.
Hollywood, Santa Monica, Venice.
Moe always said the beach made him feel small.
You might think it's a good place to get lost.
Change your search parameter.
Start in Venice, work your way east.
What are you thinking?
Two needles in the haystack.
Yes.
Well, I don't care if you ha-
Fine.
Sooner than later, I hope.
Thank you.
Oh, the proverbial sound of someone tightrope
walking across red tape.
And falling.
I want to know why we were left in the dark in his cash-war business.
That would be beneficial.
It seemed to be doing all the quid
without any benefit of the pro quo.
I'll keep you apprised.
You seem to be afraid to speak with me privately,
knowing damn well that I won't do this
in front of my coworkers.
Smart.
But ultimately ineffective.
I've suffered a lot of losses over the years, Leon.
We all have.
Yeah.
But the loss of one of my agents,
I cannot withstand.
Agent Sullivan was my first and I swore my last.
But swearing seems to have proven a hollow gesture.
And I'm left with no choice.
I thought I'd save Uncle Sam the postage,
my letter of resignation.
This isn't over, Eddie.
Oh, I'm afraid for me it is, Leon.
Being way too quiet, amigo.
If you don't do or say something
worthy of my sarcastic ridicule in the next ten seconds,
I'm gonna play nothing but show tunes in the car from now on
and don't think I won't do it.
Maybe we should talk to Nate.
Or you could talk to me.
What is there to say?
Oh, I don't know.
That you feel responsible for Dom's death?
Maybe if you'd trained him better,
he might not have been abducted.
Maybe if you'd just gotten there a few seconds earlier,
he might still be alive.
See?
What's there to say?
And I could say that you need to stop thinking that way.
That you did all you could do.
And that Dom's death particularly sucks
because he was so young and didn't deserve it.
You'd probably say something about losing people before,
and I think we'd both agree that it never gets any easier.
You might also say that you're sad.
You know what?
I'm too.
You had to play the show tunes card, huh?
Guys, I found a needle.
Which one?
Mo.
Mo! Wait! Mo! Wait!
Mo!
Mo. Mo, put the knife down.
Stay away!
You know you're tired, Mo, and a little scared.
We also know you tried to help our agent.
You gave him a key, didn't you?
So you could get away?
You make it?
Come on, Mo.
Come on.
Hands behind your head.
Hey.
You into some pretty serious stuff here, you know that, Mo?
Is he gonna roll over?
If he is, Sam's our best shot.
Is your head clear?
Because I need you in the game, man.
I'm sorry about your friend.
They told me no one would be hurt.
And you believed them?
I believed a lot.
But now, I believe in nothing.
Said you'd do it?
Do what?
Verify procedure, file reports.
You know that there was never any suggestion of any wrongdoing
regarding Agent Bale on anyone's part.
So why are you here, Director?
I'm here to see how you guys are doing.
So?
We're doing okay.
And heady.
You know, Heady.
She doesn't just keep things close to the vest.
She actually sews them in the vest and covers it with Kevlar.
I actually thought she'd take it worse.
Especially considering what happened in 99 with Agent Sullivan.
Maybe this time's different.
I hope so.
This place would fall apart without Heady.
That it would.
Why should I help you?
You did the right thing helping my friend.
Turning you back on them took courage.
It did courage for you to kill my father?
Taking any life takes courage, Mom.
You just have to know in your heart there's no other choice.
What's the no other choice?
Your father was pointing a gun at me.
Now you have to make a choice.
You could help me find a lot of dinkezwar.
Maybe you can kill him too.
No.
So I can stop him killing other innocent people.
Will you help me, Mom?
Mom.
Will you help me?
Come on.
Okay, Pierce. Let's see what you're hiding.
Whoa! Whoa! It's just me. Just me.
Hey, you want to get yourself shot?
Sorry. Sorry I should have called out.
Maybe you should have like a password or something.
You know, like I say flash, you say thunder.
Something like that.
We don't have to. It's not really a good idea, you know.
What are you doing here?
I thought you could use some company.
You know, checking out Pierce's garage.
Extra set of eyes.
It's cool.
Perverbial man cave.
Such a cliche.
I need space.
Is it bad that the mind consists of a beanbag chair,
cases of Otterpops,
and Steven Seagal's entire ovre on DVD?
The men.
They always find a way to leave you.
Looking at my mom?
Dom, my father, my ex-boyfriend,
my old partner.
That's quite a body count, huh?
We all these people we care about.
I know. I'm a textbook example, right?
A girl who can't commit because every man in her life dies?
No, just human. Can't see.
It's only natural to be struck by...
This is a World War II fighter plane, the P-38, lightning.
And...
This side of the wall is devoted to cars.
The other side to planes.
This, my friend, is on the wrong side.
This is the biggest photo here.
Maybe it's one of the feature at Prama.
Or maybe.
He wanted to hide something.
Whoa, careful. It might be a stash.
Nothing.
Must be at least $50,000 here.
Whoa.
It's a flight plan.
Fuel burn rates, height, low and fast into Mexico.
Pierce was in on her.
I was right.
Cash war lost his driver.
You got a moment?
I thought that was pretty self-explanatory.
The words are clear, yeah.
The sentiment is valid.
It's as clear and valid as it was in 1999 when it was written.
This is the exact same letter of resignation you turned in
when Agent Sullivan was killed.
You just changed the date.
Pencilled in a new one.
Hetty, this is unacceptable.
Unacceptable?
Yes.
No, Leon.
But you want to know what is?
I choose these people.
And I assess them.
I train them.
I put time and stock and heart in them.
And they die.
Proving one thing I've always suspected.
That I am not cut out for this job.
Hetty, you're more cut out for this job than anybody I've ever worked with.
No, I was never, ever cut out for this.
I just happen to have the capacity for it.
Yes.
He is.
Eric found the van.
You in the van.
This is Major Medina, Army CID.
How the hell did they beat us here?
They get too aggressive, they could blow everything.
Callen, Sam, Nate, stay with the car.
Throw your weapons out of the window.
Get out of the vehicle and down on the ground.
Cash walker being there.
On my signal, we going hot and happy.
Find a warning.
Hedge work at sea though.
Get out of the vehicle and get down on the ground now.
Medina, pull your men back. You don't know these guys.
But they don't know us.
They do not kill my men and get away with it.
Oh, boy.
You want to sit this one out? Fine.
But we're taking it. My men, my...
Sam, they're praying.
Get ready, we're going hot. Pull back.
Pull back now.
Get away from the van.
Pull back.
Let's go, let's go.
Get in the water.
Come on, go.
Gotta go.
Come on.
I locked but I almost lost three men.
Four.
I'm not sure mine's worth counting.
We'll post up the bodies so we can turn up.
Well, at least Keshwa is out of the picture
and Taj's back is broken.
I wouldn't jump to that conclusion.
You just let me know when I can close the book on this guy.
You think he's in there?
Maybe they want us to think that so we can give up the hunt.
Dom?
Moe.
Keshwa wasn't in the van.
We all have to believe in something, Moe.
But first we have to have the courage to believe in ourselves.
A van blew up this afternoon.
Will you help me?
Okay, what do we know?
We know Mike Pierce was working for Aladin Keshwa.
Which means Keshwa's men paid off Pierce
but they held his wife captive.
Maybe Pierce was getting cold feet.
Realized he was about to help a terrorist.
They wanted to make sure he went through with it.
But it all went south when Mike Pierce was killed at the airport.
Which means if he hasn't got a backup plan
Keshwa's probably going to ground.
Showed Moe the photos.
All three of the men in the van were from the youth center.
He knew them all.
Moe said one of them had a brother here in Los Angeles.
His name is Tariq Hassan.
Eric, on it.
All right.
He's on a terrorist watch list.
Last on whereabouts to Dan.
He's one of the shooters from the airport.
Operations manager Susan Brosnan.
She told us she performed background checks on both men.
There is no way this guy would have been cleared to work at an airport.
Anywhere.
So she rubber-stamped the men.
Look the other way.
So you think I helped that man?
Do I look like a terrorist to you?
Terrorist?
No.
An opportunist, yes.
Bet you got a nice paycheck too, huh?
Look I swear I don't know what you're talking about.
You can swear all you want.
But right now our agency is turning your life upside down.
It doesn't matter how they page.
We'll find out.
Or...
you can make it easier on yourself.
Okay, wait.
Wait.
Look, I work for very wealthy clients.
And...
I'm often given cash in return for favors.
What kind of favors?
You know, like stocking the plane with a certain food
or drink or...
party girls.
Looking for a good time.
You name it, I've done it.
Someone asked me to give them a drink.
Someone asked me to give those men a job.
Supplied me with their paperwork.
Who asked?
I never saw anyone face to face.
It was a voice on the phone
or an envelope waiting for me.
I don't know.
You mean you didn't want to know?
It was a lot of money.
It's too bad you won't be able to spend it.
You spring cleaning?
Uh-huh.
Call it what you will, Mr. Cowan.
It's your diary.
It certainly is.
You don't spring clean your diary.
Are we moving?
No.
Are you moving?
You didn't get fired, did you?
Certainly not.
You're not...
quitting?
Resigning. It's different.
Not from where I'm standing.
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Mr. Cowan.
I've been through a lot. Decades of a lot.
And at some point you realize
there are remote islands you'd like to visit.
Novels to lose yourself to.
Culinary delights to fatten up on.
Huh.
Ever thought I'd hear you rationalize?
If you feel the need to take the blame for Dom's death,
Petty,
you're gonna have to stand in line.
You are gravely mistaken if you think
I would let the death of one agent
influence my occupational choices.
But you are.
That's one of the things I love about you.
Don't do this.
I'm afraid
my decision
is final.
Mr. Geller.
So Queijoar loses his ride to Mexico
when he can't risk public transport.
Still a car across at the border?
It's too risky.
Paid to be smuggled across, then.
That takes time and contacts.
But he's obviously well-funded.
So...
who else could he pay off to get him out of the country?
Huh.
I don't know.
Huh.
Same people you pay off to get you into the country.
When you left the country
and hooked up with Talib al-Jihadiya,
how'd you get back in?
On a ship.
I traveled from Sudan,
boarded in Egypt.
What kind of ship?
A cargo ship.
You remember the name?
Was it flying a flag?
Yes, the flag.
It was...
red.
Had a moon on it and a star.
Turkish flag?
Maybe Queijoar was trying to get out the same way
he got Mo back in.
Eric.
Yeah?
Port of Los Angeles.
Cargo ships that arrived ten days ago
flying the Turkish flag.
I need it now.
You got it.
Okay. Six Turkish registered ships
on the current Harbor Commission list.
Three arrived in the past four days.
Two arrived more than two weeks ago.
Got it.
The Hamedaya.
Arrived ten days ago.
Uh-oh. Scheduled to depart within the hour.
Where, Eric?
Birth 403. You want backup?
No time.
Put Army CID in the loop.
There she is.
There's a guard on the gangway.
Probably more each day.
I'll take Kenzie.
Right behind you.
Hair.
What are we supposed to be?
Drunk.
Don't judge me.
I wouldn't think of it.
Ha-ha-ha!
Hey, hey.
Where do you think you're going?
Just going to our estate room.
Thank you.
You've got the wrong place.
Hey, I've paid good money for this cruise, okay?
I've paid pretty good money for her too.
Ha-ha-ha!
Save that little estate room!
Ha-ha-ha!
This is not your cruise ship.
Yes, it is.
Wow.
What's every penny?
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Kezwa, we know he's here.
Take us to him.
You won't have to kill me.
Oh, I won't kill you.
I'll just blind you and paralyze you.
Make you wish you were dead.
Let me ask again.
Ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
The bow.
Shoot her off the deck!
Federal agents, stop!
Let's go.
Who else is the shooter?
Maybe we got backup?
Your hand's behind your back now.
Federal agents!
See, we got him!
Thanks for the diversion.
The diversion?
Kezwa.
Men dying all around him and he slinks away like a rat.
Not this time.
Saga, my dealer.
No way. We caught him. We deliver him.
I got a backup team on the way.
Who told you he was here?
Your boss. Thank him for me.
Come on. This way.
Eric, let me talk to Vance.
Vance.
Has Army CID been briefed on this hop?
In the interest of joint operational intelligence, yes, they have.
I told Major Medina that Kezwa was being held on a Turkish ship.
Well, he beat us to it.
Medina just took Kezwa into custody.
Call him. I didn't say which ship.
Medina never gave me the chance. He hung up before I could tell him.
Major!
Just want to know what it felt like.
What did what feel like?
That moment?
When you went from protecting your country to betraying it?
I'm not sure I know what you're saying, Kalin.
Why you didn't want us on the case?
Why you were so determined to storm that van?
You wanted them dead so they couldn't identify you.
You were helping Kezwa are all along.
Tell me it was just for the money.
It was.
It is.
Shoot him.
You know I can't go with you, Kalin.
Can't shoot all three of us.
I can try.
Mm.
It is over.
So...
What happens now?
You're gonna be placed under arrest.
You made a choice to join Taj that consequences.
But you tried to help Dom.
He helped us find Kezwa.
It counts for something.
I brought you here, Mo.
You were seven years old.
You remember what I told you?
I am your brother.
And you are my brother.
That's right.
I'm still your brother.
And I was.
Director Vance.
Sorry.
It's okay.
I'm headed back to DC.
I'm setting up interviews for Hedy's replacement.
If you'd like to be considered for the decision.
No.
Thank you.
I'm very happy where I am.
Then I'll be in touch.
Take care.
A toast?
To your, uh...
pending retirement?
A symbolic libation.
So you're not mad at me?
No.
Because I realize...
I'm not mad at you.
I'm mad at you.
Because I realize something.
I'm actually jealous of you.
Now you get to relax.
Sleep in late, have long lunches with your friends.
Play canasta until your fingers bleed.
Now you're toying with me.
Save your whiskey and your breath.
Vance already has my letter of resignation.
You mean this one?
Where did you get that? Did Vance give that to you?
Well, not exactly.
You know, you can take the kid off the street, but...
Did I mention the canasta?
Oh, hell.
Better make it a double.
You're not mad at me, are you?
I'm not mad at you.
I'm really jealous of you.
I'm not mad at you.
Vance already has my letter of resignation.
Now you're toying with me.
Save your whiskey and your breath.
Now you're toying with me.
Save your whiskey and your breath.
Vance already has my letter of resignation.
You