You okay?
You seem to be doing something wrong.
No, I'm okay.
It was just one of those days of work, you know?
Well, you're off now, so snap out of it.
You're supposed to be having fun.
I'm going to use the restroom.
I better see two more drinks on the table, then.
Okay.
Take two more drinks on the table, right?
Time to get back.
Okay.
I'm going to get a drink.
Straightaway.
Okay.
What are you doing?
Michelle, April are down.
Will you marry me?
I'm sorry.
Oh my God!
Are you mad at me?
Why would I be mad?
It's your vacation. Do whatever you want.
Oh gee, thanks honey.
I just thought you might want to do something together. That's all.
You're upset I didn't invite you.
I'm not upset. I'm disappointed maybe.
Surprise.
I'm not upset.
I'm not upset. I'm not upset.
I'm not disappointed maybe.
Surprise definitely.
You always say we're kind of like family.
Now you want to come, come. I'll even buy you a ticket today.
I'm not taking a mercy invite.
Of course I never really thought of you as a cruise ship kind of guy.
It's a sailboat.
I'm sorry. We need you guys up in Ops.
We're training.
Okay.
It's self-defense.
Right.
Oh, that was jazzercise.
Hey, did one of you guys leave your leg warmers in the locker room yesterday?
What do we got Eric?
Sorry.
This footage was taken last night by a patron at Surfside Sully's in Santa Monica.
Where's Hedi?
She's on the phone with Director Vance.
They've been going at it for 20 minutes.
The victim in the video has yet to be identified.
He had no ID and his face and fingerprints were essentially melted.
We're still waiting on dental.
Nobody saw who did?
No. Witnesses said he came out of nowhere.
Autops, you revealed he'd been severely beaten with some sort of blunt object before being set ablaze.
He suffered multiple fractures, including the back of the skull.
Somebody wanted him dead.
Dead and unidentifiable.
Witnesses had a hard time putting out the flames because the fire was phosphorous-based.
The victim had an artificial knee joint,
so I'm running the serial number through manufacturer and hospital records trying to get a positive identification.
And why us?
The presence of white phosphorous isn't enough to warrant our involvement.
On its own, no.
But the body had also been exposed to fluorodioxic glucose.
I couldn't hide that.
Radiopharmaceuticals?
The isotope matches the brachytherapy canisters that were stolen from Cal West Hospital back in January.
As you recall, Jake Varley and Wendell Hertz murdered hospital employee Youssef Afsel
while trying to gain access to the Nuclear Medicine Department.
When we caught these guys trying to sell the canisters, only had three left.
Looks like we found the fourth.
And it could have been opened.
Kenzie and I can hit the crime scene, see what we can find.
Great. Just make sure you leave your surfboard in the lock-up.
What?
Don't look at me. I didn't say anything.
She doesn't have to. You left a small sandbunk under your chair after your last investigation.
Yeah, that was from my shoes.
From my shoes from walking around the crime scene.
And a seawater that was coming out of your nose all day?
Salergies?
I've got allergies.
No. This is not a debate.
That's no one's call but mine.
Oh, rubbish.
He's lying.
The hell I will.
Mother Hubbard.
No food in the cupboard?
Something I can do?
No.
No, this one's stuck squarely in my lap, I'm afraid.
Oh, it's just all a bunch of bureaucratic nonsense anyway.
We must take it all with a grain of salt.
I find that it helps if the salt is followed by a shot of tequila and some lime.
I like the way you think, Mr. Callan.
Hey.
Eric identified the artificial knee.
Went to a recipient named Brent Dundas,
former Illinois construction worker injured in an industrial accident.
Got to call the city address.
Looks like somebody might have been looking for something.
Either that or Brent has a girlfriend.
Huh?
You know how women never close a drawer?
Like they're coming back to get something then they never do
and you wind up banging into it?
Trouble in paradise?
Hey.
Special warfare insignia.
Looks like our dead guy might have been a seal.
Yeah, I got it. Thanks, Eric.
Now send forensics over to follow up.
Okay.
So the Navy has no record of a seal named Brent Dundas.
In fact, they have no record of a Brent Dundas
ever being in the Navy, period.
Trace amounts of radiation.
Nothing to get excited about.
If that canister was here, it's gone now.
Here we go.
Scorch marks.
No, I'm good. Thanks.
There. Dark stains.
Looks like oil.
But I bet your forensics is going to prove that it's a blood trail.
Good work, Lassie.
All you got to do is find Timmy.
Yeah, feel free to dazzle me with your detective skills at any time.
You couldn't handle my skills.
Oh, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Okay.
So the address Eric gave us for Brent Dundas is in Culver City,
so we know he didn't walk here.
He didn't have any keys. He was missing a wallet.
Killers could have taken both to conceal his identity.
Which is probably why they set him on fire with phosphorus.
They knew his body would be unidentifiable.
But he does what anybody on fire would do,
which is try to get to some water.
Ooh, check it out.
Navy seals bumper sticker.
Seals don't usually advertise.
Hey, Eric, I need you to run a plate.
It's four Papa Charlie India 485.
Red Camry.
What?
When?
How you say? Bingo.
Okay. Thanks for the update.
Keep us informed.
Car is registered to Brent Dundas, but get this.
He's not really a Navy seal.
You sure about that?
Yeah.
Nice job locating Brent Dundas' car.
Thank you.
Forensics is working it over now.
So we have a Navy seal imposter exposed to radiation
with a trunk full of scuba gear and explosives.
Sounds like a guy trying to make a dirty bomb.
Only Brent Dundas didn't know how to make a bomb.
How do you know that?
Internet searches. He was looking up bomb-making instructions.
I've been trying to track purchases of weight phosphorus,
but I'm not having much luck.
Brent Dundas' electronic footprint, however,
shows regular cash withdrawals from an ATM
located in a Santa Monica bar called the Prince of Wales,
including $300 less than two hours before he was killed.
And the bar is within walking distance
from where you guys found his car.
I think it's time we paid the Prince of Wales bar a visit.
Now we're talking.
Oh, actually, Detective Hetty asked if she could speak with you?
Alone.
Someone's in trouble.
I'm not in a distress word.
Yeah, if that doesn't work, just fake a seizure.
I'm not in trouble.
Hey, am I in trouble?
Nell said you wanted to see me.
I'm not in some sort of trouble, am I?
Should you be?
Do you have something to confess?
No.
Well, in that case, this is for you.
This is for me?
Tell me that.
Read it.
You want me to resign?
Well, I thought I was doing a good job.
Wait, is this about your segue?
Read the entire page, please.
Okay.
From LAPD.
Oh, you want me to resign from the police force?
Mm-hmm.
The second page is an application to join NCIS
on a permanent basis as an agent.
Wow.
I'm, uh, I'm flattered.
Eddie, thank you.
But I just don't know if this is the right thing for me right now.
You know, because I'm a cop.
And I think it's more than what I do.
I think it's who I am.
I understand.
But things do change, and, uh,
when they do, it pays to be ready.
Keep it.
In case you ever change your mind.
I've signed and dated it, so it's ready whenever you are.
Okay.
Thank you.
What about my segue?
Are you on double secret probation?
No.
Is it because of the money?
No.
There's nothing.
Just some paperwork that has to do with LAPD
and the liaison position here.
This looks like your kind of place.
Looks like a dive.
Yeah. Like I said, it's your kind of place.
What about pirates?
What? They're real prom these days.
I think we'll be okay.
They usually don't come this far in land unless they're on vacation.
You're talking about your sailboat.
It's not my sailboat. It's a charter.
No, I'm not worried about pirates.
COZ pirates for breakfast.
What do you taste like, chicken?
Fish sticks.
Hey, we're gonna get your fellas.
You know this guy?
Who are you?
Federal agents.
Don't get up.
It's all right.
Yeah, I know him.
Brian Young. He's a regular.
He has retired Navy SEALs. He sits right there almost every night.
You know this guy is Brian Young.
Not Brent Dundas?
Never heard of Brent Dundas.
You sure your boy's done this before?
It's the last time you saw him.
Yesterday.
Hey, Star, who did Brian come in last night?
Uh, about six, I think.
I don't remember seeing him leave.
I think it was earlier than normal for him, though.
Like, seven, maybe?
Why?
He's dead.
Someone bashed his head in and set him on fire.
What?
We think that was Brian.
I was just talking to him last night.
Was he with anyone?
He didn't come in with anyone, no.
Um...
I think he may have been sitting with someone at some point.
He was at the bar.
He was at the bar. I was waiting tables.
It was busy.
Why would someone do this?
He was such a nice guy.
Excuse me.
You should have seen her when her cat died.
I had to give her a moral day weekend.
The whole weekend.
For a cat.
I'd like to take a look at your surveillance tapes.
Sure.
I had to show my warrant.
That's how it's gonna be.
I'd like to have these boys out, man.
Our customers got privacy rights.
Well, we'll be back.
We'll bring some friends, man.
Two for one pictures a drop,
between five and six.
Ma'am.
Trace amounts of radiation.
Could be from the missing canister.
Hi.
What's somebody he was with?
What do you think is up with the alias, Ryan Young?
Fake seal, fake name.
Something tells me by the time we get a warrant,
anything we could use on those surveillance tapes would be gone.
Where is he?
In the back.
Don't get up.
Mr. Fallon's busy and you guys need a warrant.
So I suggest you turn around and hit him.
I said, don't get up.
Hey, I told you to have a warrant!
We have probable cause and you need a lawyer.
I wasn't gonna destroy any surveillance footage.
I was just curious to see for myself.
You didn't have a beef with him?
No, man, I barely knew the guy.
Brian was a customer that came here to drink,
flirt with the waitresses and tell the occasioner
war story.
Well, he wasn't in any war.
His name wasn't Brian Young, it was Brent Dundas.
He wasn't a Navy SEAL that had his leg messed up in an IED.
Some guy that was living off a worker's cop
from a construction accident.
Well, he told me
he was retired
and working for private contractors.
Now, you know, black water kind of stuff.
And he had some, uh,
he had some kind of a
classified assignment he couldn't talk about.
But he would celebrate.
You know, like he had...
He'd come into some money or something, you know,
buying drinks for everybody and stuff.
What about his friends or people he was hanging around with?
Nah.
Hey, if it wasn't for the Navy SEAL thing,
I would have thought the guy was a loser.
Always by himself.
I just thought it was a long wolf thing.
He had to shine off a star
and talk to her a lot.
Do you got any more questions?
Talk to her.
Because I'm done till I see a lawyer.
He's a bottom feeder.
But I believe it.
Unfortunately, it doesn't get us any closer
to finding the dirty bomb material.
How's it going? It's not.
You find anything? Yeah.
This is the real Brian Young.
He was a Navy SEAL who died during the invasion of Iraq.
Young was born in Wisconsin,
but grew up in Illinois and attended high school.
Guess who? Brent Dundas.
You played this game before?
They were even on the same swim team.
So not only did Brent Dundas
and Brian Young know each other,
it's reasonable to believe they were friends.
That's why Brent got his stories and his identity.
Our friend, the bartender here, said we'd all
talk to one of his waitresses, a star.
Apparently, she had a lot of FaceTime with the victim.
Would you guys check it out? See if she knows anything.
Sam and I are going to go through
the surveillance tapes from the bar.
What are you doing?
Um, Nell's hogging the computers up
and up running a multi-variant search, so...
What is that smell?
Oh, sardines.
Really high in omega-3 fatty acids.
Smells like cat food.
No wonder Nell kicked you out.
And I don't know what's worse, the smell in here
is like eating an ops.
You know if Hetty caught you, she would shoot you on sight.
Where is Hetty?
I haven't seen her.
I wonder why you're acting so brave.
I'm gonna find her.
Do I keep buying through the surveillance tapes?
Not with you.
You and your fish breath go work in the gadget room.
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You do your empty sardine can in my recycling bin?
God save us blinding, man.
Don't save us somewhere else.
Bring me a new bin.
Nell, have you seen Hetty?
No, not since this morning.
What are you doing?
I'm looking for bacon.
As in six degrees of Kevin Bacon.
Uh, collaboration, distance,
cluster analysis.
Okay, well, basically,
I'm going through the Prince of Wales credit card transactions
over the past couple months,
and data mining through their customers
to find any links between Varley and Hertz,
the two men who stole the radio pharmaceuticals in the first place.
Hopefully, I'll find a common vector.
Good luck with that.
Ooh.
Great.
Brian was always a gentleman.
You mean Brent?
Did you see him outside of work?
No. No, we never dated or anything.
That's your asking.
He seemed like a kind soul.
Tortured.
Like, he was always a little sad.
I figured it was from being in the war.
I mean, he wasn't. His friend was.
He said he lost his best friend in the war.
Maybe he just never got over it.
Maybe it was Brian, Brent's
Brent's way of honoring his dead friend.
By becoming him?
Maybe it was his way of being someone who wasn't.
A lot of people want a better life for themselves
and dream of being someone they're not.
Star sounds a lot better than
Sarah and Shulman from the Tinkanic Pennsylvania.
I don't know about that. Sarah Ann sounds pretty to me.
So are you two, like, together together?
Is that obvious?
No. We're just partners.
With privileges? Oh, definitely not.
Kinda. What about you? Are you in a relationship?
Not really.
No, that's a crime.
Take this, just in case you remember anything else.
Okay. Thank you very much, Star.
Even if you just, you know, need to talk or anything.
Okay. I'm gonna take this.
It's for your own security. And we're gonna go.
What are you doing?
I was just being a good cop.
Cop blocker.
Seriously, I'm gonna crush the life out of you.
I'm gonna gut you like a fish.
Problem, Mr. Hammer?
You need a new plasma.
What's wrong with this one?
It's stupid, and it's pissing me off.
Seriously, I'm gonna shoot it.
What's really wrong, Sam?
You mean besides a guy posing as a seal
that may have built a dirty bomb?
Oh, well, that is a serious situation.
All the more reason to keep once cool.
I'm cool.
You know, it's been a very long time
since I have heard you laugh, Sam.
Hell, life itself can be absurd.
But you have to embrace that.
If you can't smile now,
how can you possibly laugh in the face of death?
Eddie, why are you telling me this?
As a sailor, Sam,
you know the importance of a solid anchor.
You have your faith, your family, your sense of humor.
Mr. Callan doesn't think he needs anyone.
He does. He needs you.
You're his anchor.
And I sense there's a storm coming.
Eddie, you're a lot of things, but a psychic isn't one of them.
You want to level with me?
I just did.
Don't give up. You can't find her anywhere.
You're kidding, right? She was just here.
Seriously, what kind of tracker are you?
Well, she's avoiding me. What was she talking about?
Ships, anchors, death.
To be honest, she's kind of creeping me out.
I got bacon!
What?
A man up by the name of Ryan Long
split a restaurant check with Wendell Kurtz last December.
In February, he paid a bar tab at the Prince of Wales
the same night that friend Dundis made a withdrawal from their ATM.
So, Ryan Long is the link between stolen radio pharmaceuticals
and our dead man, Brent Dundis.
And that, my friends, is bacon.
Ryan Long's been arrested on several occasions,
mostly minor offenses stemming from various protests.
He's a self-proclaimed anarchist.
You got an address?
No. He only uses a PO box.
He does, however, own a motor home that Eric tracked down
using kaleidoscope, and as of 11 minutes ago,
it was implanted to Ray near the airport.
Looks like it's been abandoned.
Maybe that's what I'll do.
I'm gonna rent an RV.
I'd love to see you in a trailer park.
Ah, no, no, no. Drive across country.
Sailing the backwaters of America.
Just me and the open road is my companion.
You're breaking my heart.
Ryan?
Like I said, abandoned.
Nice driving, Slick.
You not only wrecked your wheels,
you totaled your house.
You know this guy?
No.
Okay, well, this is what he looked like
after he was lit on fire with white phosphorus.
I had nothing to do with that,
and why'd you try and get away?
Because I know how this government operates.
Yeah, I know I'm on a watch list.
You know, people equate anarchy with mayhem.
That's not true.
I'm an advocate of peaceful resistance.
Well, this country has a rich history with anarchy.
Henry David Thoreau was an anarchist.
Did you know that?
I didn't know that. Sam, did you know that?
Robert Louis Davis has thought Thoreau was a girly man.
Called him a skulker.
A skulker?
You spy on us with your satellites.
You can turn on our cell phones without us knowing.
You take our photos, you listen in, and our conversations.
Am I right?
What can I say?
You're right.
That's old-school stuff.
You've heard of Bluetooth, right?
You don't think they invented that
just so you could talk to your mom while you're driving, do you?
No.
Every time you put that little earpiece in,
we have remote access to your temporal lobe.
That's right, Ryan.
That's like hooking up a fiber-optic cable
in your cerebral cortex.
You know what you're saying, what you're seeing,
what you're thinking?
That's just the consumer model.
We got a machine in the next room.
It can suck out your memories.
The problem is, once they're gone, they're gone.
Instant amnesia.
Me personally, I think it's the bridge too far.
I wear a wore here.
It is a wore on terror, and...
I think the guy that did this has access to a dirty bomb.
And I think you know where he is.
Let's go.
Where's he going?
Don't worry about it, kid.
It hurts like hell, but you won't remember any of it.
You can't do this.
Come on, you said yourself you know how we operate.
Seriously, I have nothing to do with this.
The guy you're looking for is Shepard.
Who's Shepard?
I don't know his last name.
He used to be in our group,
but he started advocating militant aggression
so we booted him out to form his own group.
Propaganda of the Deed.
Have you ever talked about using dirty bombs?
No, but I wouldn't put it past him.
Where do we find him?
I don't know.
That guy is way off the grid.
The only way I ever contacted him was through his blog.
Propaganda of the Deed.
Friendly enough, he appears to have a fair amount of followers.
He's advocating violence as a means for social change
spurned on in part by the revolutions going on in the Middle East.
The website is hosted outside the country,
and he uploads his blogs via internet cafes.
He's doing a pretty good job of shielding his identity.
He's advocating the use of militant action,
but my guess is that he has no military experience.
He can espouse the use of dirty bombs.
Hell, he can even buy the materials on the black market,
but I don't know about it on his own.
That's where Brent Dundas comes in.
He's pretending to be a seal.
Sheppard's pretending to be a revolutionary.
It's a match made in heaven.
Until Brent Dundas can't deliver on that bomb
or refuses to when he realizes when a wing nut this shepherd is
and then you got game over.
Okay, so how do we smoke out the psychopath
before he actually succeeds?
Sheppard may still be looking for someone who could make a bomb.
Maybe it's time we introduce him to a real Navy Seal.
No. No way.
The best way to do that is to use me as bait.
Ask Ryan Long to set up a meet
and help coordinate the long-awaited uprising.
With you is the newest weapon to support the cause.
We're gonna have to be prepared to deal with the potential dirty bomb.
Okay.
I'll round up detection protection and containment gear.
Ah, Eddie, what are you doing?
Oh, just a little spring cleaning.
What's the word on Sheppard?
Well, we're sending the trap.
I just hope that he takes the bait.
Well, be careful.
There's nothing as dangerous as a trapped animal.
True.
Here.
I have something for you.
Oh, wow.
I had it custom-made to look
like the one I used on Betty Davis in Death on the Nile.
I can't take that, Eddie. I'm sorry.
Oh, I insist.
But be careful.
Oh, that is the coolest thing I've ever seen.
I figured you'd like it.
Like you, it's both feminine
and deadly.
Therein lies its true value.
You think I'm feminine and deadly?
Among many things.
It's what makes you so good at this job.
The true challenge is knowing when to stop.
What do you mean?
The job.
The importance of what we do, the excitement of doing it.
It makes it very difficult to give up.
Give up?
When the day comes for you to hang up your gun.
Oh.
And it will.
You're going to want to come home to something more than a collection of antique weapons.
Unfortunately, most of the guys that I am here
are trying to shoot me, so...
Not to worry.
Sometimes you find them.
Sometimes they find you.
You just have to keep your eyes open.
Enjoy that.
Thank you.
Detective.
Eddie.
I thought you were getting the gear.
I am.
Are you?
Because that looks a lot like a makeup brush.
You're putting on some radiation proof foundation.
A little lead lined mascara in there.
No, it's just something that he's getting rid of.
Really?
Yeah, but you have to be careful.
Mm-hmm.
You two scare me.
Good.
Could you try not to act so nervous?
I am nervous.
Didn't think about something else.
All you think about is that picture that burned guy you showed me.
You know, you'd be doing me a favor if you could erase that memory.
Diggs, Kenzie, you in position?
Yeah.
You guys want to bring me some chicken tenders?
Not really.
You want to get to take some chicken tenders, Sam?
Show off he makes himself useful and washes my car while he's out there.
Hold up.
You got someone coming your way.
Drew, what are you doing here?
Shepherd sent me.
What is this, Ryan?
I thought you said Shepherd was coming.
It's just for security purposes.
Shepherd just has some questions first.
Shepherd.
I'm here.
Get on with it.
Eric, Shepherd sent a proxy.
He's got him on the phone.
We're already trying to trace it.
What SEAL team were you in?
DevGrew, formerly SEAL Team 6.
Out of damn Nick, Virginia.
What's unique about SEAL Team 2?
Seriously?
Arctic warfare capability.
Can I try famous battles for 200?
Just answer the questions.
Who was Harry Constance?
It was a Vietnam-era Navy SEAL who completed over 300 missions,
all of which you could find on Wikipedia.
I thought we'd be here to blow something up,
not to play trivial pursuits.
That's enough, Drew.
Take me up speakerphone.
Take this outside.
Excuse me.
Eric, how are we doing on that trace?
We're closing in. He's nearby.
The call's coming from a landline.
What's he doing?
Sam's calling. He's running away.
He left without his bag. Go! Go!
Everybody on the bar now!
Go! Go!
Stay down!
We're just lucky no one was injured.
I'll keep it taken until they find your bomb at the point.
I'll get it. Good.
Make sure you let Heddy know it was not a dirty bomb.
We'll do it.
The guy's name is Drew Stetson.
He's a runaway all-around misfit.
He had a warrant for a misdemeanor in Arizona.
It's going to be the least of his worries now.
California Penal Code 128 attempted murder with an explosive device.
It's a life sentence.
Thank you, counselor.
According to our boy here,
Sheppard wanted to blow up Ryan to set an example.
He also confirmed Sheppard has a dirty bomb
and he's determined to use it.
I don't suppose he knows where.
Sheppard's supposed to reveal when the time is right.
Maybe Eric will get lucky with his phone trace.
It was a pay phone and it was in a surveillance ATM
or traffic can within about a quarter mile.
Sheppard's just posted to his blog.
It's essentially a call to arms.
He's trying to incite his followers into a violent revolt
against what he sees as a corrupt government.
He's delusional.
He's also armed and dangerous.
He already killed one person and he tried to kill us.
Well, we know he has the radio pharmaceuticals
and we've seen that he's learned how to make a bomb.
He's got a lot of followers online.
He only takes one nut job to encourage copycat behavior.
We'll ignite the revolution when we set today.
You want it to be symbolic.
And for it to be effective,
he'll need to get those radio pharmaceuticals in there.
I'll keep looking for Sheppard and a list of possible targets.
You avoiding me?
If I wanted to avoid you, Mr. Callum,
you wouldn't find me.
What's going on, Eddie?
I've been looking for the right to kill you guys.
Perhaps you should be more specific.
I have to flinch versus Eddie.
Fine.
I got a nut job around the city with a dirty bomb.
We already tried to kill us and you haven't weighed in on this.
I have alerted the Nest teams
and prized the local authorities
of the appropriate emergency protocols.
Thank you.
Is there something else you think I should be doing?
I don't know.
Well, I think you've got it covered, Mr. Callan.
If I didn't, I'd tell you.
That's good to know.
Being in charge sucks, Mr. Callan.
Everyone looks to you for guidance and answers,
even when you have none to give.
I've never known you to ever be at a loss for words.
The true test of a commander is when
he is as frightened and confused as those who look up to him.
In that moment, when you can't find it in yourself,
you will find it in them.
That's leadership.
Gee, initially, we thought Shepherd
would go after a hard target, like a federal building
or a courthouse.
There's a rally today in Persian Square to support the troops.
Well, it's symbolic.
Easy access, a lot of people.
Best chance of escape.
All right, Monty, let's go, time.
Come on, buddy.
Hey, Monty.
Oh, well, look who's back.
What the hell is that?
For information, he had to have a knee surgery.
Poor thing.
Listen, if there's a bomb here, Monty's going to sniff it out.
Good boy, Monty.
You showed us a police dog in our lab specimen?
Seriously, it takes at least a pair of pants, all right?
Just ignore him, Monty.
You're jealous of me, too.
All right, find the bomb.
Come on, brother.
This side first.
No, no.
Here we go.
Now check here.
Come on.
Let's go.
Sam, check out Johnny Guitar.
Guys, I think I found something.
False alarm.
What do you got, buddy?
Well, sure.
Yeah.
Hey, Phil.
How you doing?
Pretty good.
I told you it was just a guitar.
You want to tell me what you're looking for?
Sorry, pal.
Must be something good in there.
I got him.
Public works, guys.
LAPD, everybody out of the area.
Guys, trash can.
Everybody down!
Out of the way!
All right, Shepard.
Up!
You haven't stopped anything.
I'm just one of thousands.
The resistance is growing, and soon your authority
and oppression will come crumbling down.
Yeah, you know what they call anarchists in prison,
Shepard?
Shower to us.
Let's let the bombs squad do this.
I'm trained for this. I can do it.
I know you are, and you're very good at it, but they're already here.
It'd be a shame to make them put those hot and heavy suits on for nothing.
Yeah.
And you know what?
It probably wouldn't hurt if we picked up the pace just a little bit.
One day, Sam, this dog will save your life.
I think somebody owes Monty an apology.
Okay. Nice work, Monty.
That's not very nice.
I'm talking to Deeks.
Thanks.
Hey, say how both sounds pretty good about now, doesn't it?
Yo, you okay?
Yeah, just thinking.
About what?
Something heady said.
I'm worried about her.
She's worried about you?
Why would she be worried about me?
You can be a worrisome guy.
Support me if I wanted to talk about it today.
Me too.
But not about you.
We had a real heart to heart today about the future.
Me three. She's talking about things changing.
Yeah, she's putting our affairs in order.
Eddie, I've been calling you.
I'm sorry. I want you to answer my calls. Where is she?
Miss Lang?
She's gone.
She tendered her resignation.
Effective immediately.
Who are you?
Lauren Hunter.
Her replacement.
Her replacement?
Is this a joke?
Not much of a joker, Agent Y.
Now get me Director Vance on the phone.
That won't be necessary.
Director Vance is coming online on ops to brief you all momentarily.
Agent Kellan, I'd like to have a word with you in my office when you're finished.
Demi, Demi.
Hey, hey!
Hey, honey, stop this there!
Police.
Look behind you.