Previously on NCIS Los Angeles.
When I was a kid, a man at a beach handed me a toy soldier.
A message from your past?
Moe. They killed Moe.
Where's Kel?
Temporarily unavailable.
Ah!
To be continued...
Hey!
I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you with Moe.
Yeah? That makes two of us.
Three if you count Moe, but he's not feeling much of anything because he's dead.
You may like working alone, but I don't.
There's a reason why SEALs operate in teams.
It works.
It protects you, it protects your partner, it protects the mission.
I know.
We will get them, Sam. I'm promising you that.
Oh yeah?
When?
When the hell are you planning on coming back to work?
I was expecting to see you this morning.
We were supposed to be riding on this together.
Instead I'm out here all alone.
I'm juggling a dozen cases.
Broke into my house.
No ID and he's not talking.
Not English anyway.
Someone left this on my sister's grave three days ago.
I remember a guy giving this to me as a kid.
You think they connected?
That's what I'm trying to figure out.
I even called her to apologize, alright?
Twice.
Too little too late.
You lied to her.
Uh, no, no I did not.
Excuse me, lies of a mission are still lies.
I didn't tell her because I didn't think it was going to be a big deal.
You went out with one of her girlfriends.
Her drinks, alright?
It was her friend's idea, I.
I wouldn't tell her because I didn't think it was going to be a big deal.
You went out with one of her girlfriends.
It was her friend's idea, I.
I was just being polite.
So you wouldn't have slept with her friend if you don't?
No.
Okay, maybe.
But just to be polite, you know.
Because I'm a hopeless romantic.
To me, you're just hopeless.
What?
No way, no way.
Are you kidding me?
Hey, buddy.
Are you working undercover as Highway Patrol?
It's supposed to be.
With Callan.
Where is he?
He's on his way in.
How are you doing?
I'm doing.
Dude, I grew up on chips.
I mean, I wanted to be punched.
This right here is half the reason I became a cop.
You became a cop because of a TV show?
Not just one TV show.
You don't have to let me ride with you on this.
It's a two-man up. It's supposed to be.
Besides, you don't look like a cop.
Okay, that's on purpose.
All this is so I can work undercover.
As what? Shaggy from Scooby-Doo?
Oh, my God. You do look like Shaggy.
All right.
And this has been put on hold.
Somebody broke into Callan's house last night.
What? They steal anything?
He's got nothing to steal.
Where are we?
No luck with facial or fingerprint identification.
This guy's a ghost.
Where is our phantom at the moment?
He's secured in the boat shed.
You say anything?
Rewind the interrogation table, Yarek.
Cercigo today, Najas.
Me oprestava Angel today.
Colerciosa, manada y navella.
Sounds like a Romani dialect to me.
Yeah, I heard he's right.
I hear a strong Balkan influence.
I could send this to Washington, try to get it translated.
No need.
There's only one guy I know that employs gypsies.
It's also the only person who might have known to look for me in that house.
Arcady.
Who's Arcady?
Arcady Kolchet, former KGB.
Friend of Callan's.
Why would he send someone to come after you if he's your friend?
Good question.
MUSIC
Arcady, I didn't see him.
Sorry, boss.
See you love my message?
You couldn't have left a note?
You couldn't have rang the buzzer?
Nice work.
Get him cleaned up.
Let's go.
Here's your boy's gun.
I needed to find you.
I sent Nico to see if you were living there.
You look well.
Toy soldier.
Supposed to mean something to me.
Does it?
Maybe if I was eight.
Do you know this, ma'am?
Ramishnam Singh.
Yeah, I've heard of him.
He's an Indian philanthropist.
You should take a closer look at the countries where he does his charity work.
His black market operations overseas are bigger than any of his legitimate businesses.
I still don't see how this affects me.
Singh is trying to move his illegal operations here.
In fact, that is wrong.
He is smuggling a shipment of counterfeit computer chip worth millions of dollars in a few days.
Next time call the FBI.
I heard they got a hotline for that sort of thing.
I also came across these.
Hey!
One of my men found it on someone who is trying to infiltrate my operations.
Where is this someone now?
Who took this photo?
I'm trying to find out who could take a couple of days.
Probably have an answer for you right around the time that Singh has been arrested.
Are you trying to blackmail me?
I am hurt you would even consider such a thing.
Don't send anybody else to my house.
Not unless you want to get rid of them.
We'll be in touch old friend.
Ramish Nahum Singh is a slum dog billionaire.
Literally.
He's an orphan who grew up on the streets of Mumbai and within a few short years built an empire in tech support and call centers.
Most recently he's expanded into IT security with huge overseas contracts.
He's also given millions of dollars to his various refugee charities.
Chad, Somalia, Sudan, Afghanistan.
Every single one in a war torn country.
That's where you tend to find refugees.
All these countries are unstable areas with his big money to be made if you're in the right business.
Big money.
There have been rumors of black market dealings and subsequent investigations but no one's been able to link him to anything shady.
Singh also owns the Kress nightclub along with about six others.
Every time he can't get into a club he buys it.
Yeah and according to several magazine articles he is quite the playboy.
He's kind of cute.
It's funny how much sexier a couple of billion dollars makes a guy, huh?
Supposedly Singh's got impenetrable security due to a healthy paranoia.
He's also extremely superstitious relying on astrology and other esoteric means to pick his staff and make important business decisions.
I can appreciate that. Big fan of the magic of it all myself.
Unconventional targets require unconventional methods.
Gonna need some nightclub attire and some petty cash.
And what up, would this be?
Need to check out a tip.
From Arcady.
And this tip concerns us how?
Ramish Neyam Singh is supposedly dealing in counterfeit computer chips.
If a substandard chip were to make it into a commercial airliner or in one of our nuclear submarines.
And would it be safe to assume that Neyam Singh is a business rival of Arcady Karczak?
Possibly.
And this doesn't present itself as a conflict of interest to you.
How one gets one's information is often as important as the information one gets, Mr. Cannon.
I'm just running down a tip, Eddie.
Run quickly.
I gotta get out more.
I've got Singh.
The IP section.
But if he's not interested in me.
Well, then we know he's probably gay.
Is that some kind of weird compliment, Dave?
Yes.
No. I don't know. Forget about it. You're like my sister.
Oh, now it's just getting creepy.
Oh, I do like the appellations.
All right.
Time to bait the hook, boys.
Can I get him a heater, please?
Yep.
Yo! Hey, listen, I'm so sorry to bother you again.
I was just wondering if you could read my buddy's fortune real quick.
I'm just trying to enjoy my drink, okay?
Come on, please. Please, please.
Okay. Give me your hand.
I'm telling you, she's good.
You spend most of your time alone.
You have friends who love you, but you keep them at arm's length.
Your life has many secrets, some that even you don't know.
You love kittens, long walks in the rain, and very man alone.
That's amazing. Seriously, you even got the man alone part.
Told you she was the best.
Hey, listen, let me buy you a drink.
No, I'm okay. Thank you.
No, we insist.
No, seriously, I'm fine. Please.
I think the lady has made herself quite clear, gentlemen.
Perhaps you would like a table in the VIP area.
Mindy, take care of them.
Thanks, man.
How you use a little VIP treatment?
Parting the VIP section.
I'm Ramesh, and I'm Singh. Welcome to my club.
Hi, and thank you. My name is Esme.
Hey, we're all set. Thanks.
Thank you so much for being here.
I noticed you're talking to that gentleman telling his fortune.
Oh.
I seem quite impressed, Esme.
Would I be out of line if I asked?
Well, it's going to be a little hard in here with all the noise and music,
but, um...
What's the deal you want?
Great.
Let's see.
Ready, Erie?
Life's fine.
Ready, willing, and able?
No?
Let's start with something easy.
He spent some time at the Pardesh orphanage as a young boy.
Looks like he was close to a nun there named Sister Vimala.
She died just last year.
He lost her parents at a young age.
Life was hard, but there were saints along the way.
Um...
I see a sister or a woman.
Violet, um...
Villa.
She's gone now, but, uh...
But she watches over you.
Three months ago, Singh suffered a minor injury in Cote d'Ivoire, Africa,
when a truck he was riding in flipped.
You travel a lot.
Hmph.
Those travels can be dangerous.
You were injured recently?
Uh...
Something to do with ivory?
I'm more interested in what has yet to happen.
Do you see a woman in my life as their love in my future?
Maybe.
Only maybe?
Now, just under here, eh?
Well, well, well, if it ain't.
Two-faced Jimmy the Weasel.
No, King.
Been a while.
Yeah, been a while in jail because of you, Jimmy.
That's funny, because I don't remember telling you to rob that bank.
It's a good scene, King.
You said someone wanted company.
Come on in.
Kenzie, get ready to move.
I think you are teasing me now.
Please, tell me more.
You know, 61% of all felons are repeat offenders.
You know that, Jimmy?
It taught me that in jail.
So you learned something, right?
Wasn't a total waste.
Now, what I learned is that I'm probably going back.
Probably.
But when I do, I'm going back a hero
for having termed a cop inside out.
Second, I just wanted to introduce you to somebody.
It's a friend of mine.
What's up?
Yeah, I should have known you don't fight your own battles.
Yo, Shorty, baby D.
Shorty and baby D?
Am I the only one that's reveling in the irony of these nicknames?
Apparently so.
Time to go, Kenzie.
I'm sorry.
I have to leave before the trouble starts.
What trouble?
There you go.
Oh, no.
Security!
Break it up!
I didn't start this, man.
Easy on the leather, man.
Easy on the leather.
Let's go home.
Ugh.
This club sucks.
Sing, try to contact you yet?
No.
I can't say I blame him after this stunt, Deeks,
for last night.
That could have happened to anyone.
Yeah, but it didn't.
You know what? You should be thanking me.
I staged over those bouncers so you, my friend,
can make a clean getaway.
The day I need your help, Deeks, is the day I hang up my gun.
Oh, yeah, really?
Because there's actually this little hook right here
next to my desk if you want to utilize that.
I know you're trying to rile me, but I won't be riled.
You want to hug?
Deeks.
What?
You see what happens when you pull away from your team.
My team?
I didn't hire Deeks.
Are any of them for that matter?
No, if I left the hiring up to you,
you'd be the only person working here.
But you're saying that I don't play well with others, Heady?
I'm suggesting that your default
is to go it alone when you may be needing them most.
I like to think that I impart a certain wisdom
and skill set to those who pass through these doors.
The one wish I have for you, Mr. Callan,
you said by the time you leave here,
you've learned the art of trusting others
in your personal life as well as at work.
Yes, Nell.
Oh, yeah, um, were you looking for me?
No.
I was.
Excuse me.
She's still watching us?
Uh, yeah.
Did you find anything?
Well, no hair or fiber to speak of on the photo,
which is not unusual.
And the ink and paper can be bought anywhere,
but it was able to pull several partial prints off of it
and got a hit off of IFS for this guy.
His name is Dobroshen Garasovic.
He's a Serbian national
and goes by the nickname Senka, which means Shadow.
So he moves around a lot,
which made it difficult to find his last known place of residence,
and I'm not even sure if the one I got is still valid,
but send it to your phone.
Nice work, Nell.
Thanks.
You know, Deeks, because of you,
we have to find a new way to sing, right?
That's good, because the last plan was lame.
All right, seriously, if singing's just smart,
how is he gonna fall for Kenzie's fortune-telling routine?
No offense.
Hello?
Information.
Former Prime Minister of India used to consult astrologers
and gurus and he wore a magical chain around his neck
to ward off evil.
Hell, I had to face a Liberian warlord
who used to partake in human sacrifices
and go into battle naked
because he didn't believe that American bullets could hurt him.
Had an uncle like that?
No doubt.
Yeah.
Sounds great.
I will be there. Gladstones.
Okay, bye-bye.
That was Ramesh Nyam Singh calling my undercover number.
He's invited Esme for lunch.
Looks like he tracked me down from my credit-carver seat.
Hopefully Eric's back-stopping holds up.
How do you want to play it?
Your call.
I gotta run something down,
but I will hook back up with you when I'm done.
Hello again.
Please.
Thank you.
You make out two guys here with Singh.
The table here at 12 o'clock, my 10.
Turns out you were right last night.
How did you know if I could break out at my club
right after you left?
Predicting a fight at a club
is like predicting crying at a wedding.
It's not that impressive.
So tell me something that is.
You're not here alone.
I sense the presence of others.
I know some things about you, too.
You have been using your abilities
for some less than admirable intentions.
Several charges of insider trading,
and apparently you're not allowed to set foot in Las Vegas.
I'm sorry. This is not going to work.
Oh, wait. Please. I'm sorry.
I'm not judging you.
I find it amusing at best and quite intriguing.
It's part of the reason I've asked you here.
Please.
And you're right.
I'm not alone.
I travel with some assistance. That's all.
Relationships are hard for me
because I know when people are lying to you.
I haven't lied to you yet, have I?
In fact, most people think I'm a good guy.
Like humanitarian, even.
Well, then this is never going to work out
because I've never had luck with nice guys.
I said people think I'm a good guy.
I didn't say I was one.
You, me, everyone has their secrets,
but I guess you know that.
I can only see into a person's future
as far as they're willing to trust me.
I have an associate,
a gypsy who claims to have the gift
that's been given to me.
I don't know why,
but I don't know why,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Callan.
Jay, we've got a situation here.
The guy, Arcadia, sent to break into your place
has happened lunch with Sing.
You hearing me, Jay?
You know, most people think that gypsies come from Egypt.
That's where the name comes from originally, gypsies.
But the truth is, they came from India.
Isn't that right, Nico?
So they say.
But we prefer to be called Roma.
She's got you.
How long are we going to let history channel go on here?
Relax, Deeks.
Nico never saw or heard Kenzie. Let her play out.
Sam's right. She felt threatened Kenzie to get up and leave.
Eric, you on the line?
Yeah, I'm here.
Send a forensics team to this address.
Take up everything you can in Doberash and get her silver.
I want his phone, internet, travel to works.
I want to tell Nell, I'm sending her over a tattoo.
I want her to identify.
You got it.
Sam?
Yeah?
I think it's time we turn up the heat.
Tell Kenzie to burn, Nico.
Force him to show his hand.
She heard you.
She's tougher than she looks.
Maybe even ex-military.
Oh, my God.
The closest thing to the military I've ever been
was the old Navy store.
She's lying.
No, I'm not.
But you are.
You're not the only man he works for.
I can see someone else.
Older.
Foreign.
Ukrainian.
No.
Russian.
I see initials.
A.
K.
Like the gun.
You see?
Damn, she's good.
You're absolutely right.
He works for a man with those initials.
Or at least he pretends to.
It sounds like our Katie's getting played.
Which means we're getting played.
I think we can help each other out.
Come to my club this afternoon
and we can discuss a business arrangement.
I might just do that.
Excuse me.
You're making a mistake.
A man can make many mistakes with a woman like that.
I don't trust her.
You don't get paid to trust people, Nico.
Singh's on the move.
We got him.
Come on.
Don't move!
Tunnel!
You okay?
Who's this guy?
Nico's friend.
I got a cell phone here.
Hello?
Fending you a SIM card that belonged to a friend of Nico's.
Have Eric see what he can get off it?
We'll do.
Oh, and I got some information on that thing you sent me.
The tattoo?
It's the 16th spoke wheel of the Hindu chakra,
which is the same symbol used by the Romani
if it represents the Vardo or the wagon wheels
of their traditional caravans.
Garasovic was Romani?
Just like Nico.
Well, you don't have to whisper.
Right, well, maybe I don't have to,
but I would prefer to if that's okay with you.
Not that I don't respect your authority, Agent Callan.
It's just that I think it's in my best interest
not to get on Hattie's bad side.
Too late, dear.
Forensics confirms Nico's prints at Dobrashin Garasovic's house.
So why would Nico kill this Garasovic guy
if they're both working for Singh?
More importantly, why would he have that guy try to kill me?
He obviously thought you weren't the right.
To his job?
Or his plans.
If Nico's trying to sell out Arcady,
he might be trying to sell out Singh as well.
Garasovic might have figured it out, so Nico had to kill him.
Do you really think Nico has the connections
to fence computer chips?
Hello?
Hey, Eric.
So, I accessed this guy's SIM card.
Most of the numbers he called were burn phones,
so that's a dead end.
He also sent a bunch of text messages,
but they're too brief and too cryptic to be of much use.
However, he sent the same text to several different phones today.
There's an address at a time.
It's 3900 West Manchester Boulevard, Inglewood.
That's gotta be near the LA Forum.
That is the Forum.
Boom. Didn't even need a map quest.
At 1600 hours, we have got less than an hour.
Did you trace those phones, Eric?
This is where they were at the time that they received the text,
which they in turn sent to several other cell phones.
They look like they're concentrated in three areas.
That's Hollywood Beverly Hills in the valley.
Or three different groups.
Singh, Arcady and Nico, all of whom have the same information.
Eric, can you show me where the phones are right now?
Yeah.
Two out of three groups are headed to the Forum,
which is where Singh is getting his delivery.
Great.
Three heavily armed groups converging,
two of which are planning to kill everyone and steal those chips.
Why we need to divide and conquer.
If you can convince Singh to cancel his shipment
or to change the location, we'll eliminate one of the players.
Okay, well, that still leaves Arcady and Nico's paramilitary group.
I'll deal with Arcady. If I warn him what's happening,
Nico's boys will show up to an empty forum.
We'll avoid a bloodbath.
Mel, what are you doing here?
You have to call first. This is how you get yourself killed.
Mel, you'd be doing me a favor.
Well, aren't you a cozy bunch in your secret little hideout?
Eddie, what are you doing here?
You know damn well what I'm doing here, Mr. Callan.
I'm shutting you down.
We call it intelligence for a reason, Mr. Callan.
Which is why you're going to provide full disclosure
before we go one step further.
There's no time for that.
If we don't act on this now, we're going to have a minor war on our hands.
Never mistake recklessness for bravery.
I'm not.
Eddie, you're asking me to trust, okay?
I am.
I'm trusting Kenzie.
I'm trusting you.
Eddie, you're asking me to trust, okay?
I am.
I'm trusting Kenzie to convince Singh
to either cancel or move a shipment,
and I'm trusting Sam and Deeks to watch your back.
And I'm asking you to trust me to deal with Arcady.
Alom, your team is not here
because of computer chips, Mr. Callan.
They are here because of you.
Last time you went off the reservation, G, without me.
I lost someone I cared about.
That's not going to happen this time.
Trust me.
Esmer, I was getting worried.
Well, that's a good sign.
It means you sensed it, too.
Nico's betrayed you.
To the police.
You're teasing me.
Find Nico. Now.
I saw him trying to cut a deal.
Trade something valuable of yours for his freedom.
Look, if you trust me and I'm wrong,
then this is inconvenient for you,
and it is embarrassing for me.
However, if I'm right...
Seems no one knows what he is.
Hello.
Change of plans.
Move the delivery to the backup location.
Let's go.
Wait, where are we going?
You're the psychic. You tell me.
Eric Kenzie's on the mobile scene.
Okay.
We got him.
Okay, these buildings and properties
are all owned or leased by SIG.
Send the list to Callan and Sam
and keep LAPD apprised as we narrow it down.
We're going to need containment and backup.
Don't get too close.
I know how to run a tail, too.
Okay? Just fall back a little bit.
We'll fall back to the curb and kick you out.
You don't shut up.
What is your problem?
Seriously.
You're my problem.
That and the fact that I have a partner out there
who's on his own while I'm here stuck with you.
Okay, well, I'm stuck in here with you, too.
While my partner is trapped in the car ahead of us
with three armed guys, so maybe we have the same problem.
Yeah, well, maybe we do.
Okay, and we can agree to agree on the shared problem thing.
And maybe we should act like partners
so we can save our partners so you and I don't have to be partners.
What?
Just try.
Not too close.
Arcade!
Sing stopping.
It looks like an industrial park.
Open the door.
Why is that something sexy, Esme?
Federal agents!
Away from the truck!
Down on the ground!
That sexy enough for you?
Huh?
All the way down!
How you doing, partner?
Much better.
Thank you.
What do we got?
Heddy.
It wasn't computer chips, it was cash.
Bags of it.
Do you think Arcade knew it was cash and not computer chips?
If he did, then Callan could be walking into a firestorm.
Eric, connect me to Callan.
Callan, do you copy?
Lost contact.
Arcade!
Shipments not coming!
Let's go.
Why is that?
By now, Singh's probably been arrested.
The whole thing was a setup.
Nico was playing you and he was playing Singh.
You're getting sloppy, my old friend.
I'm not the one getting photographed at cemetery.
There's no way you could tell where I was in that photograph.
There were other pictures of you at your sister's grave.
I was curious.
I'm sorry, I know how much family means to you.
Who was Garasovic working for?
Singh hired him to spy on me.
Perhaps he hired him to spy on you as well.
I didn't even know Singh until two days ago.
But maybe he knew you.
And Garosovic, who knows?
Hey, look.
We've come an enemy once again.
Call them off!
Those aren't my guys, Dura.
But Volkobeijal done them a great job, Papa.
You know the Singh.
I ran from the wolf, but ran into a bear.
I think we're surrounded by bears.
What?
Agent Callan, can you hear me?
Still nothing.
Mr. Hamar, what's your status?
Driving. Fast.
Some green lights would help, Mr. Beale.
Did you bring anybody else with you?
No, did you?
He was drunk now.
You know what this reminds me of?
Close of O.
Yes. And we got out of there alive.
Surrendered.
Maybe I'm thinking chess in you.
I'm out of bullets and I know you've got three left.
Four.
You wouldn't consider giving me one.
Sure. How much did it work to you?
Nothing.
Federal agents, drop your weapon!
Move!
Cut that one kind of close, don't you think?
You like the lone wolf until your butt's on the line,
then you expect me to come to your rescue.
Isn't that what partners do?
You're pushing it, you know that?
Nice shooting, Dix.
Thanks. You, too.
Thanks.
What do you want me to do with this one?
Let him go.
You should see via prickly chain.
Be sure of it, Dix.
You're going to explain this one to Eddie.
He's more valuable to us on the street.
Especially now that he owes me one.
I suppose I owe you one, too, huh?
One?
I'm all like 20.
And that's just today. You're just lucky I don't keep count.
I'm just lucky you can't count.
You ever think we're going to be that happy?
Yeah.
Just not together.
I like what you've done with the place.
Okay, now, if this is about Arcady, I can...
I would have done the same thing myself.
No.
This is about you, Mr. Callan.
I know
that you are looking for answers,
but the thing about the past
is just that.
It's the past.
Today is what's important.
And I, for one, am glad
you're here.
I brought this for you.
Would you buy me a plant?
It's an epiphyte.
It's perfect for you.
It doesn't require soil.
You don't need to water it.
It absorbs moisture from the air.
It doesn't even need roots.
But they make it
more stable.
Good night, Mr. Callan.
Good night, Harry.
Good night.