It's too late.
Let's go.
Come on.
Take him up.
Take him up!
Go!
Everybody fall on the floor!
Don't be a hero.
Watch me close, watch me close, choose the two or the three you lose.
Choose the queen, win some green.
All right, fifth time's a charm.
Sorry, son, you picked the wrong one.
Hey, Dr. Seuss, keep it down.
What?
The kid is nice.
The kid is corny, beaks his flim-flam in the support staff.
I don't know.
What I found was an entry point to a drug ring through a low-level thug with a gambling
problem.
And what I'm doing, sharpening my skill set, set the trap, is you got to captivate the
mark's eyes and ears with what you're doing with your mouth, but also with your hands.
Captivate, not irritate.
I'm game.
Oh, money in the wood makes the bet go good, money out of sight, take a hike.
Miss I gotta see.
Uncle Marty throws him fast, Uncle Marty here to last.
Uncle Marty?
Beyond creepy.
What you got?
Okay, okay, beginner's luck, that's fine.
You know I'm feeling lucky, double or nothing.
Double, double it, double it, do you want one?
All right, let's do it.
Okay, no, no, no, no, I want it on this.
Let's see, we have one, two, you know what?
All in.
Do you want to bet all that?
Because that's a lot of 20s.
All right, okay, you know what?
Let's do it.
Ho!
I'm coming at you hard and I'm coming at you fast, Uncle Marty bringing the hurt, Uncle
Marty about to take your shirt.
What you got?
Are you sure?
Oh yes!
Oh yes it is!
Thank you.
Who is the loser?
Are you the loser?
I threw it to the... how did you not know that it was...
You may want to try hustling upstairs instead of each other.
There's a situation downtown and I don't appreciate you coercing Miss Jones into your shenanigans.
X-ray was her idea.
Uh-huh.
Oh, all right, all right, yeah, yeah, jokes over, I need the money back
because obviously everybody's in on this but me, which makes it super not awesome.
The kid is nice indeed.
What are we looking at, Eric?
Looks like a protest situation at a Navy Recruitment Center downtown.
I'm embarrassed.
Protest just turned into a hostage situation.
Oh, here come the sharks.
What do we know about the guy who took the hostages?
Not a guy, a woman.
You know?
You could say that.
The woman has just been identified as a Tracy Keller, a Valley Village soccer mom.
The number of hostages is still unclear.
Well, this is weird.
According to the military database, there's no Tracy Keller listed as next of kin.
That's because their name's Anelius.
Anelius for who?
My ex-wife.
We were in the CIA.
We went undercover as husband and wife.
Anything we should not.
She's smart.
Not just good grades, I mean other level intelligence, IQ is over 140.
Not that smart.
She must have missed the sniper awareness course.
Yeah, Anel's right.
She's putting herself at risk of a sniper's bullet with all that window gawking.
Almost like she's posing for the cameras.
She seems way too hot for you.
What I'm just saying, you keep in touch.
No. She retired last I heard that was five years ago.
Undercover agents don't retire, they just go deeper.
You guys ever consider putting a bell around her neck?
Many people have tried, Mr. Geeks.
She knew that.
Question is, if she retired five years ago,
why is she using her old alias?
Because that's a Navy recruitment center
and somehow she's figured out I'm in CIS.
She's trying to contact me.
Or she's taking a recruitment center hostage.
No. Tracy Keller was her alias only when we went undercover.
She looks like she's running away from home.
You got this?
I'm good.
Don't take Andy from any strangers.
So, Tracy Keller, what's her real name?
Allie Neal.
What's her real name?
Allie Neuer's Tracy.
What happened between you two?
Long story.
Give me the short version.
If she wasn't central to this case, I'd let it go.
But since she is, there's something I need to know.
Let's just say she's the kind of person
that chooses the mission over her partner.
All right, well, let me get the lay of the land
and see what I can dig up.
Maybe Uncle Marty can hustle LAPD in the lead
and let's take over. I'll take Kenzie.
Okay, cool. But I just need to get some of that money back that I...
Never gonna happen.
What do you want, Deeks? I'm busy with the situation here.
This is Agent Cowan, NCIS.
Our men are already in position.
I may have some information on the suspect.
At least let me make first contact.
No, she's not communicating.
As soon as I get the orders, we're going to breach.
You got 10 minutes.
If you're still in there when we breach, I'm not responsible.
Done.
Hell yeah.
Yep.
What'd you say, though?
There's this little rule about not dating the captain's daughter.
He broke it.
All over the captain's desk.
Hey.
Hey, tough perimeter to enforce.
Plenty of holes if you want to get in.
No need.
Deeks came through.
Look, it is nice.
On dissension noted.
It's for her protection.
Not mine.
I'm still upset over her getting the dog in the settlement.
What's the distress word?
Buddy.
I always love that dog.
Ready, Eric?
Ready.
Nell?
I'm good.
Here we go.
Three.
Two.
One.
What?
Wait, we lost the signal.
You got 30 seconds till they're back online again.
Camera farms in the crowd.
Too far away for anyone to get a high-res image.
Well done, Mr. Beath.
You too, Miss Jones.
Hello, Tracy.
Yeah.
You look good.
You having a shotgun pointed at me
tends to bring out my natural glow.
Sorry.
I had to make sure.
I haven't seen you since...
Miss Beccastan.
I heard you retired.
Sort of.
Distant with the bureau.
Now I am in the private sector.
So, all this to get my attention?
Why don't you just call.
Text.
All texting is so last week.
Situations are all the rage.
Given my current situation, it's the only way
I knew how to contact you.
What's the situation?
What have happened to us, huh?
We used to be great together.
My meticulous planning, paired with your gift of improvisation.
You were unbeatable.
I absolutely agree.
We were great until you hung out to dry.
You never let me explain.
Explain what was a crappy thing to do to your partner?
To me.
I don't quite remember it that way.
Regardless, I need your help.
Whenever you're ready.
You have to know what an average choice.
They're haunting me.
Who?
The United Brotherhood Party.
They chased me in here.
The White Supremacists.
I'm going to do your wake and your cell phone.
Don't do it, chief.
Kenzie, Deeks, we're blind.
Setting up the laser mic now.
Just so you know, my boss is going to bail you from that.
I was working undercover, trying to recoup a ship
with stone spike missiles from the Brotherhood.
The plan went awry and now they're trying to kill me.
Undercover for who?
Like I said, private sector.
So why don't you just call your people?
I'm bringing in from the cold.
Because right now, I'm not sure who I can trust.
And you think you can trust me?
You could always trust you, Callan.
Yeah.
That's me.
Trustworthy.
Sorry I can't say the same.
I'm going to need something a little more tangible.
There's a warehouse.
Fourth and Hill.
Dead Brotherhood member shot twice in the chest.
That should be tangible enough, huh?
Go.
Sam, there's a body.
Fourth and Hill, Kenzie and Deeks are on the way.
Gee, you trust them?
Not sure.
What happened at the warehouse?
Just following up a lead.
Next thing I knew, bullets were flying.
Had to shoot my way out.
Used to be a better shot.
Back in the day, they'd all be dead.
Back in the day, I used to have a partner
I could depend on to have my back.
So, uh, before do you think Callan and this Tracy
lady took their whole pretending to be married thing?
I don't know.
Use your imagination.
On second thought, don't.
Too late.
Wait, so just out of curiosity, what happened
to your last partner?
He met an unfortunate end.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Go.
How many partners have you had?
Why?
I'm just wondering.
Just wondering if you're like the Elizabeth Taylor
of partners.
Deeks?
What?
Focus.
Well, I'm trying.
I just think I have the right to know
if you've got, like, partner poison or something, right?
I mean, do they call you kiss of death Kenzie
or bad luck Belay or, I don't know, a widowmaker?
Dead guy, Deeks.
See, that's not funny.
Not you, you idiot.
Oh, hey, yeah, dead guy.
Well-dressed dead guy.
I'm answering more of the guy that denied me a jet ski loan
than a white supremacist.
It's because he's not.
He's FBI.
Yeah.
Callen, we've got a body here.
Took two center masks, but he's not a member of the brotherhood.
He's FBI.
Special Agent Rick Timmons.
OK, thanks.
Did they find the body?
Just like you said.
Except he wasn't aware of it.
He's not aware of it.
Did they find the body?
Just like you said.
Except he wasn't a white supremacist.
He was FBI.
Agent Rick Timmons.
Tell me you didn't know he was FBI.
I didn't know.
Not for sure.
If you want my help, I need the truth.
Now.
Three weeks ago, my ex-partner at the FBI was killed
in a shootout while investigating the brotherhood.
And now the bureau says they don't have enough evidence
to charge anyone.
What, so you're doing your own private-sector investigation?
We were partners.
Just partners.
It's been a long time since I let Lemean get that close.
You know why you don't believe me?
I saw the surveillance footage.
You weren't followed.
You don't know that for sure.
You have to help me get out of here.
I can take you to our safe house.
Discuss your options.
That won't work. They'll find me there.
The deal. Take it or leave it.
I guess I'll leave it.
I guess I can't help you.
If I step foot outside, they'll kill me.
Please, count.
Okay.
I'll stay.
Let the houseages go.
Got the floor plans, Eric. Thanks.
You in CIS?
Agent John White, an FBI.
Same here. FBI taking over.
It's a federal building, but LAPD's already in place.
We don't want to open any windows during the transition.
I've got a man in it.
Now you want to tell me how?
I got work with them once.
You missing any of your agents?
As a matter of fact.
Found a body four blocks from here with FBI credentials.
That's Agent Simmons.
His wife just had a kid.
Woman inside says she shot him in self-defense.
Want to tell me what this is about?
Real name's Tracy Rosetti, former FBI.
We're pretty sure she's connected with an arms dealer on the watch list.
James Thomas Mason.
This is a delicate situation, Agent Hannah.
We can't afford to screw it up.
My God, man, it's the release of the houseages.
Take that kind of screw up anything.
I'm gonna suggest we breach. I'll give you a heads up
so that you can get your man out.
Appreciate it.
Who's the suit?
FBI.
She's running out of time.
That was awesome.
I wasn't even sure it would work.
We make a good team.
You two can rest on your laurels later.
What have you got on the arms dealer, Mason?
James Thomas Mason, international arms dealer.
Suspected involvement in the Tordak Rebellion in 07
and the diplomatic crisis in 08
and for arming both sides of the Mexican drug war.
Looks like he entered the country three days ago,
but homeland losses tail shortly after.
Well, it's just homeland and finding him.
What did you find on the spike missiles?
Mason is rumored to be responsible for a shipment of spike missiles
that were hijacked from China Lake.
It's the smallest guided missile in the world,
but it packs a big punch.
Easy to deploy and versatile.
A gunner at a remote location can switch targets
or abort an attack while the missile is in flight.
Each missile uses a computer-coded SIM card to program targeting,
making the missiles accurate to within inches.
In the wrong hands?
Call an assam getting this information.
Streaming live to their smartphones.
There's an LAPD SWAT team out there ready to take you out.
Can't be worse than what's already out there.
What are they waiting for?
Me.
I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.
For now.
Just like old times, huh?
Me, you, and...
What's the name of that means-you-old dog you love so much?
Kenzie, D, shoot on the roof opposite!
Take the front!
Eric.
I need a back door out of here fast.
Buddy. His name was Buddy.
Uh, FYI, SWAT is breaching.
Call it.
Got it. Get move. Fast.
Come on.
Better ways!
He's LAPD.
You killed a cop.
Back up! Back up! Back up! Back up!
Easy, easy. Guys, guys.
Settle down.
Screw you, Deeks. Your buddy shot one of ours.
I did not shoot this guy!
Are we good?
I'm good. They're the ones with the problem.
Powder burns. Come here.
Tissue damage from perforations of unburned grains of gunpowder?
This guy was shot at close range.
I was at least 50 meters when I took the shot.
Took the shot from there.
I missed.
The shooter got away.
I didn't shoot your man, guys.
Target not acquired. There's no one in there, sir.
What do you mean no one's in there?
She's gone, sir.
I thought your guy was good.
I never said that. He thinks he's good. He's really not.
As soon as you hear from him, call me if he's still alive.
We'll do it.
Nice move. Running to any resistance?
Just from her. A little reluctant to give up her weapons.
You sure know how to pick them.
She was right about one thing. Somebody wants to take her out.
How do you want to handle it?
Like a hostile divorce hearing.
Last chance. You either tell us everything or we turn you over to the FBI.
I already told you everything. I want my stuff back.
You know, for a person with such a high IQ, you're not being very smart.
Have it your way.
Sam, call Agent White. Tell him where he can find her.
Wait!
The FBI was running an undercover sting based on a tip that they received.
But it was bigger than anyone realized.
The brotherhood was trying to buy a shipment of stolen spike missiles from an arms dealer.
James Thomas Mason.
Mason acquired the spikes, but he didn't have the computer-coded SIM cards needed to activate them.
That the SIM cards' spikes are useless.
With them, they're worth millions.
The agents running the sting pulled some strings to get the missing SIM cards.
Plan was to sell them to Mason and retire with the money.
How many agents are we talking about?
At least three.
And you know this how, Tracy?
You know me.
I will stay here all night.
One of the agents was Walter Stone.
My ex-partner.
He engineered the whole thing.
Hence the ten-year rule.
We should always know your partner for at least ten years prior to marrying them.
Why would I do that?
Date me for a decade. You deserve my hand in marriage.
I had so much more like a punishment than a reward.
Did it just slip your mind to mention that your FBI boyfriend was involved in an illegal arms deal?
Hey, I was trying to figure things out.
I know how this looks.
I just needed time to think.
Where are the SIM cards now?
Walter had them.
I found them in a warehouse they were using as a meeting place.
As I was leaving, I was attacked, and I had to shoot my way out.
I didn't know who to trust, so I turned to you.
Need the names.
All nitries.
Agent John White.
He was the one who shut down the investigation into Walter's death.
You got proof?
My word isn't good enough for you.
White needs the SIM cards to complete the arms deal.
Where are they, Tracy?
They're in a safe place.
They're the last bargaining chip I have, Kelly.
If White needs the SIM cards to complete the deal,
why try to kill the one person who knows where they are?
Assuming she's telling the truth, White either found the SIM cards
or he panicked and tried to take it out before she started talking.
Hey, you guys got a moment?
Little busy, Eric.
You're going to want to see this.
I grabbed the security footage often.
Database that you guys are better off not knowing about.
It's taken from the roof opposite the recruitment center.
That's the LAPD sniper.
It's Agent White.
She was telling the truth.
That'd be a first.
Guys, hang on.
White doesn't know we're on to him.
We need to draw him out.
The cold cards get us White.
White gets us Mason, the arms dealer.
Mason gets us the missiles.
Let's say we buy your story.
We have proof.
Surveillance cameras.
You're going to contact White, tell him you have the cold cards
and you want to make a deal.
Convince him you gave us the slip.
Done.
Then you're going to tell us where the cards really are.
What is she singing?
Our wedding song.
Lee Williams and the symbols.
You got married to Lee Williams and the symbols?
Hey, it was a fake wedding, okay?
You're pretty sunny out here.
You want me to...
Yeah, put any sunscreen on me.
How did you...
Guys, heads up. Here comes White.
Keep your hands where I can see.
Mike?
No.
Wow.
I usually only get to frisk like meth heads and dirty hookers.
I'm going over this whole thing in my head.
Get in the water.
I'm going over this whole thing in my head.
Get in the water.
Now!
There goes our Mike.
Yeah, but our hotness meter just went up like a bajillion points.
Do we have a laser, Mike?
It wouldn't work.
There's almost a distortion from the crashing wave.
Can't see. Can you read them?
I lost the visual. I'm moving it.
You and Timon's killed Walter so you could keep him running.
It's an interesting theory.
Actually, Timon's was next.
You took care of that for me.
It's too bad Walter never told you where we were meeting Mace
and could have retired in comfort.
Where are the damn codes?
Fire a laser!
No!
What the hell, Tracy?
Killed an FBI agent in a cop.
The world's a better place.
I disarmed him. There was no threat.
Walter said he always carried a backup in an angle holster.
You can believe what you want, but he was going for that gun.
You're wrong.
But the white dead there goes our meeting with the arm stealer.
Maybe not.
Here.
San Pedro Container Yard.
Three o'clock.
We've got an hour if you want to recover those missiles
before they figure out how to use them on some federal building.
We better hurry.
Now that's the man I'm married.
What do you have in mind?
I don't know.
What do you have in mind?
We're going to Walter and Tracy.
How do we know Mason hasn't already seen these guys?
Walter said Mason was unpredictable.
He didn't trust anyone.
Identity was a concern so they handled all communication electronically.
So risks we're going to have to take?
Works for me?
Not you.
Just like old times.
The service road from the south is the likeliest entry point.
It runs parallel through the entire property.
Okay.
Fanning out from the east is going to give us the best shot to cover the yard.
It's amazing how the pockets cover the road as possible.
It's fully operational.
Justine.
Care to help a girl out?
The coldest SIM cards to arm the missiles
were where Tracy said they would be.
Impressive.
Now we just have to keep them out of Mason's hands.
Can I talk to you for a second?
Is he going to be okay?
Don't worry about these. G's cold.
What?
I'm cool, too.
I'm going to go get him.
G's cold.
What?
I'm cool, too.
I appreciate you trusting me back there.
That's what partners do.
I never stopped caring.
I tried to reach you.
You never let me explain.
You made it pretty clear we were heading your heart red.
I was young.
Ambitious.
I made a mistake.
One that I regret.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Remember when we used to talk about getting away from it all?
Just you and me.
It's a remote island.
Buddy hated the beach.
Mason knows his stuff.
Restricted airspace.
No surveillance.
It's a virtual blind spot.
I'm sure to have some heavy-duty muscle backing him up.
We want to verify the cold's work.
Which means the missile's a private someplace close.
Nobody makes a move until we've confirmed he's got him.
We good?
Let's go, Tracy.
Are we looking at some...
A lot of blind spots.
I'm going to have to reposition to get a line of sight.
Kenzie, Diggs.
See if you can get a beat on his spike missiles.
Roger that.
Ehh.
No, I can't make it.
How about we pretend like it's a secret?
I don't understand.
Kenzie, Diggs, see if you can get a beat-up of Spike missiles.
Roger that.
Heads up.
We have company.
Expecting trouble.
You're the one who brought the backup.
Yeah, well, we never know who you can trust these days.
Still, it never ceases to amaze me that we're meeting an arms dealer, people invariably.
Bring arms.
James Thomas Mason, agent might not join in us then.
Please turn up a few loose ends of the bureau.
We have the SIM cards.
Down to business.
I like that.
May I?
I'd like to, uh, kick the tire, so to speak, if you don't mind.
Be my guest.
Cheers.
The money transfer?
Easy.
A bunch of blinking lights doesn't mean this thing actually works.
Give me a minute to find out.
Nice coveralls.
Hey, Johnny, we got to show you this card trick that Charlie just showed me.
Johnny here, man.
I supposed to be here.
Anyway, I'll show you anyway, because it's amazing.
Federal agents, shut it down.
Shut it down.
Put your hands behind your head.
Sam, we've got the missiles.
Okay, Captain.
Stand by.
I want to give this a real test.
Sam, what's going on?
I'm okay.
Hold your position.
You see that?
The container on either side of barely charged, and the target's vaporized.
You happy?
Would you like to do another million-dollar test?
Quite happy.
I do hope Asian White is able to tie up his loose ends.
Here you go.
Let me transfer to the agreed account.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Likewise.
You two make a cute couple.
Oh, uh, let's just try one more, shall we?
I've switched out the SIM card for fake ones.
Oh, dear.
This seems to be a malfunction.
I'm disappointed.
Get out of the way, Ed.
Far away!
Go!
Hold on.
Oh!
Get out of the way!
Don't let him stop the car!
여� Yuan,
Gavin,
sit down and judge.
They're still not responding.
I'm telling you though,
that I saw this on ''the men''
Tires for driver. Tires.
Out of the car!
Jazz behind your back.
So what happens now?
Trying to recover the money.
Off-shore account, good luck with that.
You have to let me walk away.
You know I can't do that.
Come on, you got the missiles.
I got closure.
Not a bad settlement.
I let you walk out of my life once.
You owe me.
Can't wait to hear Eddie's the briefing on this one.
Every vacation in the Caimans. Always working.
Working now?
Afraid so.
How?
White cell phone. The one you took off his body.
We dusted it for prints.
Whites weren't on them, yours were.
Switched them.
We've been tracking you since you left the scene.
Just need enough time for you to clear the cache.
No.
I never did apologize for what happened.
Forget about it.
When we tripped that alarm and you offered to hold the guards off.
I thought we were on the same page.
So did I.
What do you think I searched for you?
I went in worried you were dead.
Imagine my surprise to find you.
The safe house.
The sipping tea.
We both knew that that machine was bigger than either one of us.
For me it wasn't.
I never would have left you.
It was the only way.
Now there's always another way.
I guess that's the difference between you and me.
You know.
We could start over.
My real name.
Rosetti.
Nice boat.
You didn't think I'd keep my partner from a free trip to the Cayman Islands did you?
Wow.
Whee!