Previously on NCIS Los Angeles, my boss wants to assign a liaison officer from LAPD.
Going undercover tonight.
For how long?
I don't know. Cover's pretty deep.
It's just every foster home I ever lived in.
They're all handwritten.
Each address was entered chronologically all by the same person.
It's an aging hand.
You had a sister.
My name was Amy.
Now
Hey!
Stop!
Hey!
Hurry up!
Push them off!
They're gonna go!
Hey!
Did you catch him this time?
You were twitching like a sleeping dog.
You know what they say about sleeping dogs.
I didn't catch him.
Lose him on the metro?
No.
Chased him into a building.
Downtown.
And now, I didn't see his face.
I wonder what Nate would make of that.
Same thing you made of it last month.
And the month before that.
Unresolved identity issues.
Yours or the man you were chasing?
You need a place to live, Mr. Callum.
I'm staying at Sam's.
Spare rooms and office couches,
flop house floors are not conducive to a restful sleep.
And I need you awake.
Someone's gone missing.
Who?
Deeks.
He never asked.
You've never offered.
I should offer?
Never.
Never?
Ever.
I don't feel bad for not offering.
You are working.
That's why I'm telling you not to offer.
I've got a spare room.
Okay, so there's some stuff in it.
A lot of stuff.
But I can clear a space on the floor in small space.
Kenzie G does not sleep.
He catnaps 20 minutes at a time.
That is not so bad.
Then he gets up, moves around, makes his teeth,
pulls the toaster apart, puts it back together,
practices his Russian.
Okay, that could be irritating.
He doesn't sleep, so you can't.
Well, he never looks tired.
Morning.
Hey.
You look like crap.
Thank you.
Hey.
Do not offer.
Morning.
Ms. Bly, Mr. Hanna oversleep again.
Did you?
Early this morning, I got a call from the LAPD.
They've lost contact with Detective Deeks.
He has been on an extended undercover assignment
since he left us.
How long has he been out of contact?
Yesterday afternoon.
It's kind of soon to be hitting the panic button, isn't it?
Mr. Beal.
14 hours ago, a bomb detonated in this car in South Central.
Two occupants both killed.
Emilio Felipe Ortega and his bodyguard Luis Manuel Filano,
both with extensive records mostly relating to acts of violence.
And both the target of Detective Deeks undercover assignment.
His case officer phoned to see if he'd been in contact with us.
I offered our assistance.
Is there a military angle to this?
No, but Detective Deeks is still our liaison officer with the LAPD,
which makes him about as close to one of us as it gets.
His case officer, Detective Jess Traynor, will refuel.
Deeks had phoned in the moment that happened.
Hence the panic button.
The late Emilio Ortega, born in San Diego, mother and father both illegal,
collected a string of juvenile offenses when he was younger,
worked with his father as a smuggler crossing the Mexican border.
After his father was killed, Emilio drifted up to LA
and joined a street gang that specialized in extortion.
After three years, Emilio was the man.
Figured he killed a couple of his friends on the way up.
Oh, that's surprising.
Six months ago, an informant gave us intel that suggested that
Emilio was planning a career change.
Someone wanted to buy his particular skills.
Well, being a good standover guy isn't an uncommon skill in an LA street gang.
But knowing how to move freely across the Mexican-US border is.
Emilio's father taught him well.
Drugs for guns?
Human trafficking.
We think young women and girls from as far away as Brazil.
Who approached him?
A servant by the name of Lasik.
Not a lot's known about him, no criminal record,
because he's never been caught.
Rumored to run a human trafficking ring in Europe.
Going global.
Lasik put up the money for Emilio to buy a string of safe houses.
But Emilio needed someone who understood the real estate world,
so we gave him one.
Deeks.
He went in as a lawyer who'd had his license revoked
because of a couple of shading land deals.
It was easy for Marty, the detective of Deeks, to spin it.
You know he was a lawyer.
Yeah, I know.
So who killed Emilio?
Emilio was pissed that he'd done all the work
and that Lasik was gonna make all the money
and he told Deeks he was gonna do something about it.
Someone was to tip Lasik off.
And now he's reasserting control.
Where does this leave Deeks?
I wish I knew.
Cell phone turned off.
GPS tracker?
Willie tagged Deeks' car
and we found it a couple of blocks away from our safe house.
We have protocols for this kind of situation
and Deeks hasn't responded to any of them.
Who spoke to him last?
I did.
Regular debrief?
I shared intel.
I need to know everything.
And you will.
Think he's dead?
Nothing for 16 hours.
What do you think?
She's holding something back.
I think she likes him.
Doesn't want to admit it.
No, there's something else.
It's like she's hiding something.
So let's ask her.
Let's go.
Hello, Kalin.
I don't need to say anything to you.
I don't need to share.
I don't need your advice.
What I do need is for you to let me do my job.
You're a crime scene.
Who's this guy?
With me.
Sam Hanna.
Frank Scarley.
How many guys did train her brief?
Three.
I need witness statements from all of you.
Don't leave anything out.
Sorry for your loss.
Is she a partner?
No.
Deeks was her partner.
They just started working together.
It didn't end via me either.
She could be difficult.
Four months they worked on this case.
You know what they had at the end of four months?
They had nothing and nobody could figure out why.
Did she tell you that when she briefed you?
No, I didn't think so.
This case was stone cold dead yesterday morning.
It wasn't going anywhere.
Now I got a cop dead.
I got two missing and I got a triple homicide.
Lasik?
Amelia Ortega's got a lot of guys out there that would love to whack her.
No thought of killing a cop at two either.
But he's going to learn something now.
He's going to learn that you can't do this and not pay for it here.
Because California isn't Mexico.
Not yet anyway.
What if Deeks is still alive?
What if his cover hasn't been blown?
Take a good look over there, Trina.
And then you let me know if you think that Deeks is still alive.
LAPD investigation. Stay out of our way.
He's looking for payback.
You've seen this before.
Same kind of blast pattern, same size detonation.
Where?
Crime scene photos from Emilio's car this morning.
It wasn't a timer.
There's no way of guaranteeing she'd be in the car.
Yeah, not enough time to wire it to the ignition either, which leaves...
Remote.
They were out here.
Waiting for them.
They were out here.
Nate.
You rang?
I called. I didn't ring Nate.
No, I meant, like...
Okay.
Two unrelated questions.
Shoot. I mean, ask away.
Ask away.
As I'm sure you're aware,
Mr. Callan is staying over in Mr. Hannah's spare room.
Yes.
In your professional opinion and knowing Mr. Callan as you do,
do you think there's any benefit for him in this arrangement?
Well, the upside is it puts him in a home environment
with somebody he knows and trusts.
And the downside?
It puts subtle pressures and strains on the relationship.
I've noticed.
Mr. Hannah looks like crap.
And in the long term, it does nothing to help Callan resolve his issues
of abandonment and isolation.
He's suffered since he was a child.
He needs his own place, Eddie.
Don't be all.
A second unrelated question.
Do you have plans for this weekend?
Plans?
Plans.
Uh...
Are you asking me out?
No, that'd be weird.
No, no, no plans.
No plans.
Good.
Thank you, Nate.
Thank you.
Scott Lasik is one smooth operator.
Links to the Russian mafia,
suspected of laundering money for the Colombians,
suspected links to the heroin trade out of Afghanistan,
suspected of organizing and being directly involved
in at least five murders.
And the most anyone's been able to catch him for is speeding.
He travels a lot.
He's been out of Europe all the time.
He's had multiple trips to Africa,
Middle East, South America.
Always on his own passport.
He's done nothing wrong.
I attempt fate by using a false passport.
Eric?
Find him.
I want to know where he is right now.
I've been working on that.
He's using a smart passport electronically tagged.
He's on the move.
Paris, Dubai.
And we've got a final destination,
but you're not going to like it.
Take it at an immigration gateway 24 hours ago.
Where?
Los Angeles.
Oh.
You shoot with your left hand?
Ah.
Not often.
Impressive.
First shot missed.
Well, I think you would have gotten his attention.
So Lasik, the Serbian,
just landed in Los Angeles yesterday.
Two hours before Emilio Ortega was killed.
And?
The LAPD doesn't want to share.
Well, that's understandable,
given what transpired with Detective Trainor.
Yeah, they told us to stay out of their way.
Then that's what you should do.
Stay out of their way and find Mr. Deeks.
Then I'm going to like it if they catch us.
Then don't get caught.
Lan.
Where?
When?
I will.
Find Lasik, Mr. Callan.
Okay.
We were beginning to think you were dead.
Not yet.
Maybe tomorrow.
So, Cyrillic alphabet, Russian, yeah?
You're proud?
In English.
And badly.
In Russian, yeah.
Just give me a headache just thinking about it.
What's that word?
Apostnist means danger.
Great, so Russian scrabble Ouija board then.
You're not too badly hurt.
I'm stinging all over here.
I was in Emilio's car,
and his remote for his security gate malfunction,
so I jumped out to open it.
You know, a few seconds either way, of course,
and so Emilio's bodyguards threw me in the back of their car
and got me to a doctor,
which in retrospect I was pretty sure was a vet.
Huh?
He patched me up and shot me with a horse tranquilizer
and put me out for 15 hours.
When I came to, I tried to call her,
but she...
Detective Trina.
Too late.
So why did you call me instead of the LAPD?
Because the LAPD would have just shut down the operation,
pulled me off it?
There is no operation, Mr. Deeks.
The operation died with Detective Trina.
Okay, listen, Lasik's in town, all right?
My friendly vet told me this,
and as soon as Emilio's bodyguards found out, they split.
This is a scary guy, Lasik.
So you think he's responsible?
You're kidding me? Who doesn't?
Well, the LAPD seems to think
Emilio had a lot of enemies.
No, no, no. It's got to be Lasik, all right?
Every time he called, they would argue.
Emilio was setting up a pipeline for Lasik
to smuggle girls out of Mexico.
We're talking about abducted, underage, and drug...
Drug girls.
But you have no proof.
Yeah, because the first shipment would have been the proof.
So what exactly do you want from me, Mr. Deeks?
To help me finish what we started.
Lasik put a lot of money into this.
He's not going to want to turn his back on that.
He's looking for a replacement from Emilio.
That's all I want.
Safehouse, the address is on the tag.
Get some sleep, call me in the morning.
I'll see what I can do, but I have no jurisdiction over the LAPD.
They could simply tell me to bugger off.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I'd like to see him try.
I think you got a triple word score there with the...
one with all those giggly letters. What does it mean?
Be careful.
Okay.
Pretty sure you just made that up, but I, um...
but I will.
And, um...
thank you.
Mr. Callan.
I don't take kindly to being tailed.
Well, I'm more of a wingman than a tailman.
How did you know?
Well, before the call, it was fine dicks.
After the call, it was fine lasik.
Careless of me.
And we need to find lasik before he finds dicks.
Mm-hmm.
Tresina.
Triacca.
I'll be good.
Goodie.
Where'd you go?
Dicks is okay.
You actually spoke to him?
No, Hedy did. He's fine. He's a little shaken.
She put him in our safe house. What do you got?
A chink in lasik's armor.
He has a serious cocaine addiction.
According to the LAPD file, lasik's been to L.A.
three times in the last 12 months.
Never stays in the same place twice, always moving around.
But he uses the same dealer every visit.
Guy called Tommy Bishop.
How do we find him?
Right yellow, 87 Camaro.
Up and down Hollywood Boulevard all day long.
Does his deals on the satellite phone.
Can we intercept it?
Eric tried. It's encrypted.
Then we intercept him.
Got a plan?
Yeah.
You.
You didn't tell me Tommy Bishop looks like a pimp.
Kenzie, you're all...
You know what I'm saying?
Have I ever done bad by you?
Man.
I'm sorry.
Look at my car.
Lady, you had the whole street.
Look at this.
I'm so sorry.
I was texting.
It's completely my fault.
I looked down for a second and then when I looked back up...
You were texting?
This is really, really bad.
So maybe we should exchange insurance information or something?
Just forget it, all right?
Forget it.
No, come on, man.
It was my fault.
I should have to pay for it.
No need.
Okay?
I got it.
Really?
Seriously?
Thank you.
It's okay.
All right.
Don't worry about it.
You can't bug the phone.
Bug the man.
Eric, the bug is planted.
Okay, Sam.
Activating the bug.
We got a problem, Eric.
Stand by.
Stay put!
What's going on here, man?
I'm telling you, I knew you got the wrong dude.
I told you to stay out of this, didn't I?
This guy's Alice.
The hell he is?
Yours.
This is an LAPD bust.
I told you, people, I would settle this.
Every address, every name and trainer's file.
That means you need to stay the hell out of our way.
You understand what I'm saying, agent Hannah?
Yeah.
We got it.
Great.
Here goes our plan.
Guess we'll just have to go with plan B.
Tell me Bishop's fault.
Do we know if there's a problem?
That's what you're going to find out for us, Eric.
Crack the encryption, see who he's called.
Got it.
And have we got something for you?
Emilia Ortega's cell phone log.
Eric Ranacheck and all the numbers made and received
came up with this number.
27 calls in the last six months.
Most of them incoming.
Calderation's varied.
Somewhere a few seconds.
Most 5, 10 minutes in length.
Do we have a name?
It's kind of hard to believe.
Try his name.
Detective Jess Traynor.
Like I said, kind of hard to believe.
Is your landline her cell phone?
Cell phone.
Now we managed.
Well, Eric managed to access the voicemail.
One message.
Emilio.
Traynor.
Need to meet.
Two hours time same place.
Call me back if you can make it.
Face time as well as phone time.
More than once.
When was that message left?
One hour before Emilio was killed.
Did he call it back?
No.
It means he was going to make the meet then.
Deeks LAPD handler is on Emilio's payroll.
Scarley said the operation was going nowhere.
They had nothing.
Might explain why.
Was Traynor sabotaging her own operation?
Nate?
It's possible.
She certainly wouldn't be the first.
Motive would probably be money.
Lasik finds out Emilio's got a cop.
Doesn't like it.
Tags both of them.
Where does this leave Deeks?
Next on Lasik's hit list.
If he knew about Traynor,
I gotta believe he knew about Deeks.
Hey, guys.
I'm in.
Bishop encrypted everyone's name and number,
but he really should have paid for the security updates
his encryption program so last week.
Lasik called Bishop 20 minutes after he landed.
Long flight.
Lasik needed to score.
His phone is on and we are searching.
Got him.
Well, his cell phone, at least.
Let's hope Lasik didn't lend it to a friend.
Only one way to find out.
Hello?
He'll end up Lasik's passport photo
and he did not lend his cell phone to a friend.
All right, what now?
Deeks is a cop, so technically we should pass the intel on
to Detective Scarley at LAPD.
But Deeks is our cop, so...
Address, Eric.
It's an industrial reserve.
The only building is a decommissioned power plant.
It's off the 101.
Check for security cameras.
Have I ever let you down?
Don't answer that.
So the plant is still owned by the state
even though they hauled away the generators years ago.
With a little luck they've maintained the security cameras.
Decommissioned for years,
but the good old cameras are still standing watch.
Our taxes at work.
Gotta love that bureaucracy.
You mean the bureaucracy we work for?
Like I said, love that bureaucracy.
There's only one way in.
There's only one way out.
They'll see us coming.
And hear us.
Yup.
Any luck, Eric?
Two cameras, both exterior.
Three cars in the parking lot.
No sign of anyone outside the building.
What do you got on the cars?
I'm still working on that.
Limited zoom on those cameras
so I have to do some serious enhancement.
Two of the cars are rentals.
Both high and low.
Two of the cars are rentals.
Both hired by our elusive Serbian friend, Lasik.
And I'm running the registration on the third car now.
I'm just pulling up the driver's license.
Oh, crap.
Eric?
Cars registered to Dale John Sully.
Callen, that's Deeks's alias.
Thanks, Eric.
Deeks is in there.
If Lasik knows he's a cop,
we need a plan.
Fast.
Got any duct tape?
Don't move.
Move.
He's clean.
I love you, too.
Ciao.
Sorry.
My wife.
What?
You're surprised I have wife?
Everybody's got to have somebody, right?
Now that I'm cutting my trip short,
she wants to meet me in Paris.
I'm good husband.
You're very brave for coming to see me.
Listen, I understand that Emilio screwed up,
but I didn't have anything to do with that.
Emilio lied to me.
Okay.
He have contacted LAPD, but he did not tell me that.
So he have to pay price for poor judgment.
And now because of that,
four months' work and lots of money wasted.
That's why I'm here.
It's not wasted if you let me take over.
You're here.
Business proposition.
Listen, I helped set up the safe houses
I know the people to pay off at the border.
So, go on.
All I'm asking for here is one shipment.
All right? One shipment.
I screw it up, you close it down, nothing lost.
But if I make this happen, you and I,
we're in business.
And all that money, it's not wasted.
You are very persuasive.
Thank you.
But I'm afraid it's not going to work.
It can work. You just got to give me a chance.
She...
Working with you would have been
so much more interesting than Emilio.
Still can be.
No, it cannot be.
Mr. Deeks.
But don't name one.
Detective Deeks.
LAPD.
The ship.
My wife would really like it.
No.
Kenzie, you online?
Online and in position.
Sam?
Who said you're good to go?
Don't stop!
You don't have to go through this.
Okay, I'm just going to be on my way then.
You just need to tell me how far this goes.
You think the boat,
that it reached me in Europe, Serbia,
goes all the way to your bedroom pop-off.
You think I don't know about you?
I find out about you long time ago.
Emilio.
You never told me how he knew.
I find out he's making pay off to someone
in your office with my money.
Mine!
Ah, super.
Pradovan, divesto.
Plobri!
There you are.
I wanted to see how far this goes.
Yeah.
So I had him followed.
You know him?
I've never seen him before.
No?
No.
It's foxy though, right?
Okay.
Taken outside detective trainers' apartment.
You like there, no?
You like dirty cop?
Is she dirty in bed?
Maybe Emilio didn't have to pay her much after all.
You can't come here.
Relax, pal. All right.
I got a special delivery from Tommy Bishop
for his good friend, Mr. Lasik.
Let's go.
Who are you?
What do you want?
I'm guessing you're Mr. Lasik.
Lasik.
Tommy has a buying opportunity.
I thought you might be interested in a business proposition.
No.
No!
Better ways! No one move!
Sam!
Don't touch him!
Steve!
I'm good!
I get him!
Master!
No!
A couple more minutes.
I think I could have taken him off.
Hey, Deeks. It's good to see you.
Good to see you too, Sam.
Callan, Sam.
Clear, Kenzie.
Told you I'd be back.
Oh, shut up.
Lasik found out that Emilio was paying off a dirty cop.
Trainer, we know.
Deeks.
Black two sugars, right?
I'm glad you made it, kid.
Yeah, well, I almost didn't.
So what do I do?
About what?
About training.
Yeah, well, I almost didn't.
So what do I do?
About what?
About training.
You know, what do I tell internal affairs?
Truth can't hurt, Deeks.
She's dead.
You trusted her?
We all trusted her.
You know, she told me this story one time.
She showed me this photo.
It's her on the left. The other girl is her cousin.
That's Christina.
They're walking home one night and this van pulls up
and these two guys jump out and they try to abduct them.
Trainer, she gets away, but her cousin, she's, uh...
not so lucky.
They find her body down in Mexico 18 months later.
Human traffickers, Frank.
So I keep asking myself, you know, I said,
with a history like that, how could she be in business
with a scumbag like Emilio Ortega?
And that's what I realized.
She wasn't.
Frank.
She was just trying to figure out who was.
So while I'm busy out there trying to catch Lacy,
she's trying to win Emilio's trust
so that he's gonna tell her who it is
that he was really paying off.
That would be you.
If Lacy hadn't killed them,
I would have.
I'm sorry, Dix.
No, you're not.
Lower your weapon.
Did she get all that?
Every word of it.
So tell me, Dix,
how was she in bed, huh?
What did you say?
Ask me again.
Dix, if he's not worth it,
ask me again.
Ask it again!
Dix, put it down.
Dix.
You saw that?
You all saw that?
I didn't see a thing.
You see anything, Sam?
Not a thing.
Nate?
You called?
Pack a bag and your passport.
I'm sorry?
You're needed.
Needed where?
You'll find out when you get there.
There's a C-117 leaving in 90 minutes.
Transport's outside.
But I...
You did say you had no plans.
Go.
Go on.
Come on.
Hey!
Come on.
Did you catch him this time?
Maybe I'll never catch him.
Maybe you don't want to.
What's this?
It's a contract.
You're buying a house.
I negotiated a very good deal.
I'm sorry.
I negotiated a very good price on your behalf.
No loan required.
You really do live very frugally, Mr. Cannon.
I had a friend look over the contract.
It cost me a bottle of Grainge.
Consider it my housewarming gift.
All you have to do is sign it.
Eddie?
It's a deceased estate.
Vacant possession. You can move in tomorrow.
Eddie?
I don't need a house.
I think you'll like the neighborhood, Mr. Cannon.
The Realtor has the key.
I've already got one.
The Realtor has the key.
I've already got one.
The Realtor has the key.
I wish I was a normal man
And had no party, no broken home
Cast no blame on the tunnel stove
I wish I was a normal man