NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 3 - Omni - full transcript

(sirens blaring)

(indistinct radio
communication)

OFFICER: In pursuit of a failure
to yield.

Vehicle's a red Ferrari
heading eastbound

toward the 4th Street Bridge.

It's confirmed,
but it's getting late.

(snickers)

A valiant effort, sir.

(revs engine)

Good morning, Mr. Deeks.

Morning, Hetty.



Are you here to return
to the field?

Or clear out your desk

before your colleagues arrive?

I don't know.

I, um... I got up

and I drove in...

Figured I'd know
what to do when I got here.

And...?

Ask me tomorrow.

I shall.

Just, uh, out of curiosity,

how did you know
I was coming back?

Ask me tomorrow.

Touché.



SAM:
I'm six-three,

225.

That is big.

It's not big.

You know, it's above average,
I'll give you that.

But I'm not, like,
some oversized behemoth.

I got good proportions, G.

What is this all about?

The other night, my family
was watching Project Runway,

and all of a sudden,
it became funny time

in the Hanna household.

Starting talking about
how I need a makeover.

(laughs)

Don't start.

When I find something
that works,

I stick with it.

I hear you.

Our lives are dangerous enough

without taking
any fashion risks.

I tried to mix it up.

I went over to Robertson to pick
up some jeans over the weekend.

You bought clothes on Robertson?

No. You know why?

Because they don't
carry clothes

for "men my size."

That's what the guy said to me.

Wow.

And he's still alive?

When did grown men
start wearing skinny jeans?

Hmm?

Could you picture me in
a pair of skinny jeans?

I couldn't fit my arm
in a pair of skinny jeans.

You wore huskies as a kid,
didn't you?

Why do I talk to you, man?

'Cause even a man your size
needs a friend.

Come on.

New Smith & Wesson?

New gun.

Same manual safety.

It's helpful
if a junky tries

to snatch it from you.

Someone once told me that.

So, you're here to...?

Work.

I'm here to work.

You back?

I'm gonna take it
one day at a time.

Cool.

(whistle blowing)

ERIC (recorded): This is your
automated call to Ops.

Please proceed to the
Operations Center immediately

for further instructions.

Really?
That would be Eric 1.0.

2.0 would be a hologram.

Let's go, partner.

So, if, uh,
Eric 2.0 is a hologram,

what is Eric 3.0?

At that point, he's just Nell.

Well, well!

I knew it was too
good to be true.

Let's go.

Shall we?

Last night.

Downtown.

After he evaded the cops,
a security cam caught this.

Ouch.

Ferrari's a mid-engine.

I'm betting that's
where the bomb was.

Victim was Tom Norris,
CEO of Norris BioTech,

local firm.

Norris?
When Tony Stark grows up,

he wants to be Tom Norris.

This guy throws the sickest
4th of July party every year.

KENSI: Oh, the one where the women wear
red, white and blue lingerie?

It's beautiful; it's actually
quite a patriotic soirée.

I thought that party
was VIPs only.

Yeah, no... I...

not-not that I'd been,
but if I had been,

which I'm not saying
that I have,

it's only because
the security guards

are very pro-LAPD.

Which probably means he used
his badge to get in.

Of course I wouldn't do that.

That's against, uh,
LAPD regulations.

Anyway.

I bet this playboy Norris left

a lot of actresses
and models in his wake.

This bomb doesn't exactly
fit the supermodel M.O.

DEEKS:
But husbands of models,

that's a different story.

They say that husbands
of models are the worst.

They say-- I don't say that.

People told me...
I'm gonna stop talking.

NELL:
Okay, Hetty's still on

with the State Department,

but the headline is
Norris BioTech was working

on a highly classified
ricin vaccine.

Currently, no vaccine
exists for the toxin.

And so far, ricin attacks have
been limited

in size and scope.
But if a ricin vaccine

got into the hands
of a well-funded group,

they could vaccinate
highly skilled operatives.

SAM:
A terrorist group.

Instead of using
radicalized zealots

willing to die for a cause,
they could use pros.

We need to find out if this
vaccine project was compromised.

Why don't you head over
to Norris BioTech,

see what he was working on?

Yeah, you got it.

Let's go see the Ferrari.

I'll meet you at the car.

Mr. Callen.

Did you know Deeks
was coming back to work today?

No. Mm-mm.

Do you think he's ready
for the field?

I don't know
if Mr. Deeks himself

knows the answer
to that question.

But...

your concerns are

duly noted, Mr. Callen.

Anything else?

I guess we'll see.

Car wasn't stock.

Turbo conversion...

suspension upgrade.

Nothing paid for

with tax dollars was gonna
chase this thing down.

Got the trigger.

It's mounted to the engine block
with a temperature gauge.

Car reaches a certain temp,
flips the switch... boom.

LAPD said that the chase
was six miles long.

That trigger must have been set
at a pretty high temperature.

Yeah, smart.

You might let someone drive
your custom Ferrari, but...

Not me. Car like this?

I'm saying
if you were to let me...

You're not driving my Ferrari.

You don't have a Ferrari.

It's your game.
Okay.

If my friend-- not you-- were to
let me drive their Ferrari...

Your friend's not very smart.

...they wouldn't let me redline
it through downtown.

The only person
that would push the car

to extremes and drive the engine
temp up that high is the owner.

So the trigger ensured

that Norris would
be the one killed.

The trigger isn't
the most interesting thing

about the bomb.

(sniffs)

White phosphorus.

Burns long and hot.

Worse than napalm.

Most militaries banned its use.

So what's it doing in a
car bomb in Los Angeles?

You don't just buy
white phosphorus.

It's always accounted for
and under lock and key.

But two months ago,
the Serbs slated

for a large amount of
it to be destroyed.

Now, the white phosphorus was
in old ammunition shells

left over from the Bosnian War,

but the entire shipment
was stolen during transport.

Professional job?
Yup.

A precision team, they took down
the transport caravan.

Any leads?

I'll know more once
I can connect with Interpol.

All right, thanks, Nell.

White phosphorus
in a car bomb is one thing.

If an entire shipment of this
stuff is out on the streets...

We got to find this bomber.

KENSI:
You surf around here, right?

Sure do.

Staircase, Heavens, County.

This is my trifecta.

All right, so why don't
you pick the lunch spot?

What? You never let me
pick where we eat.

I know, but I'm making
a gesture.

Welcome back to work gesture.

Done, all right, Neptune's Net.

Best clam chowder
on the west side.

Good idea, ease your way
into solid food.

Whoa, wow, did that just happen?

Did you just make
a torture joke?

I'm sorry.

Was that too soon?

No, no, that actually
may be too late.

What? Oh, come on.

You haven't been here.

It's been building up.

All right, you know what,
fire away.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Get it out of your system.

Let's hear it.
(chuckles)

Do your new teeth
have satellite radio

or just terrestrial?

Think a surfboard company
makes a leash for your gun?

Would you have screamed louder
had they cut your bangs?

Wow.

You done?

Nowhere near,
but it feels good.

Yeah.
I missed you.

Sorry, what?

I mean, I...

I missed having someone
to beat up on,

because...

Callen and Sam, they're just...
they don't...

get my humor.
You're still talking.

Whatever.
You know what I mean.

I do.

Ever hear of a group
called Omni?

It's a transnational
criminal organization.

Multi-ethnic.

It's like an all-star team;
it's got senior members

from various Eurasian
criminal groups.

All-stars with white phosphorus.

Interpol recovered some of it

when they busted a
group of Omni members

in an undercover sting.

And the rest of the shipment?

Still unaccounted for.

So Omni either planted
the bomb to kill Norris

or they supplied
the white phosphorus

to the person who did.

The test samples are stored
in a secure vault in the lab.

Only the ricin vaccine
team can enter.

We're gonna need remote access
to your surveillance systems.

And all Mr. Norris's computers.
Of course.

KENSI:
Mr. Paulson,

how long did you know
Tom Norris?

Norris Biotech
was the third venture

Tom and I worked on.

He-he was a visionary.

That's a strong word.

Do you know anyone who
would want to harm Mr. Norris?

You mean blow him up?
Yes.

No, no,
he wasn't the kind of guy

who went through
life making enemies.

People loved him.

Except Rawlings.

Who's Rawlings?
Todd Rawlings.

He was at Norris's last company.

Dr. Rawlings filed
a patent lawsuit against Tom

a few years back.

It was a baseless claim,
and we defended it.

Rawlings went broke trying
to keep that suit going.

Well, did it ever go
beyond the courts

or did he ever threaten
Mr. Norris?

He said some awful things,

but Tom never
took him seriously.

Well, maybe he should have.

Dr. Leonard,
how long were you working

with Mr. Norris?

Uh, from 2011 until...

roughly six hours ago.

He hired me

to create the ricin vaccine.

Dr. Leonard believes
it's viable.

We're gonna start
clinical trials soon.

It is viable.
DEEKS: Is that information public?

Uh, no.

Just key executives

and the doctors
on the research team know

about the specific progress.

Okay, we're gonna need
a list of all those people.

Of course.

Um, agent people,
if we're done here,

I have work to do.

Something's off about
Dr. Leonard; I don't like him.

Well, genius is often
misunderstood.

Yeah? How would you know?

Maybe, maybe he's just
really socially awkward.

Or maybe, maybe he's
hiding something.

Well, no dice on Dr. Rawlings.

After losing the
lawsuit to Norris,

he gave up on biotech.

The guy's been giving
scuba lessons

in the Keys for two years.

Did you find anything
on Norris's computers?

I just started
looking into them.

Seems that he was a member

of the Angeles Ridge
Racing Club.

It's a members-only racetrack.

That would explain the
modifications to his car.

Norris kept a garage
at the track

where he stored the Ferarri.

And a private garage is
a good place to rig a bomb

where no one's watching.

I'll get started on a warrant.

CALLEN:
Hold off on that.

If the bomber's a member
of the track,

a warrant may tip them off.

SAM:
Have Kensi and Deeks

check out Norris's house.

G and I will hit the track,
pose as potential members.

That's not gonna be easy.

Memberships are
tough to come by.

Referrals only.

Yeah, unless you pull up
in something that, uh,

the members want to see
on their track.

Something maybe a
little more exotic

than the Challenger?

No offense.

None taken.

(Sam laughing)

Hm!
(Callen sighs)

Now all we have to do
is convince Hetty.

Unless...

Unless what?

G.

It would take us, what,

45 minutes to get there
and back?

HETTY:
Gentlemen!

Are you going somewhere?

Hetty, Omni is a priority
for State and the president.

Which is why we have
to get on the track and see

if the bomber
left any evidence.

In my Cobra?

With who driving?

Me.
Me.

Oh, you've clearly
thought this through.

We have.
Of course.

I will drive.
I will drive.

Gentlemen, this car

was restored

to fit me like a glove.

I can fit in the car, Hetty.

(laughter)

Even if you could,
the aerodynamics

would be ruined.

"Aerodynamics are for people
who can't build engines."

From the mouth
of Enzo Ferarri himself.

Impressive.

Oh, yes, very.

You still

can't drive my car.

Sorry, big fella.

Neither one of you
can drive my car.

But you could trailer it
to the track.

So we can
tow the car to the track?

And then not drive it

around the track?

Precisely.

We'll go to Norris's house.

Have Kensi and Deeks
check out the track.

Splendid idea.

I could fit in the car, G.

Yeah, right.

Hello, gorgeous.

♪

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

May I help you, ma'am?
Yeah, that'd be great.

I'm a guest of Tom Norris.

KENSI:
Is there a problem?

Reorientating image.

Ma'am, I'm sorry
to tell you this,

but Mr. Norris died
earlier today.

Wait... what?!

Everything okay, Bob?

She's a guest of Mr. Norris.
I got it from here.

Thank you.

I can't believe this.

I-I had dinner with
Tom two nights ago,

and he told me to
come by with my car...

I'm so very sorry,
uh, Miss...

Wells.
Miss Wells.

Look, I don't
usually do this,

but why don't you come inside?

I can't in good conscience
allow you

to drive back to Los Angeles
in this state.

Thank you.

Okay?

This is some good living.

Was.

Norris is dead.

Beautiful models, fast cars,

massive beach house,

when the man was living,
he was living.

I don't get this
kind of place.

It's not my style.

Good, 'cause it's not
your bank account style either.

Well, you know what, even if I
had this kind of money,

I don't know, all this glass
and this stone,

just a little...

Cold? Not homey enough for you?

Yeah.

Maybe.

This coming from a guy
who lived out of a rucksack

and cheap motels for five years.

It was a homey little rucksack.

Sam, got Leonard's
personnel file.

Norris must have been looking
into him.

Oh, Kensi thought something
was off with the doctor.

Maybe Norris did, too.

Got a number here.

FBI. L.A. field office.

Why was Norris
contacting the FBI?

I don't know.

Uh, G?

Maybe Kensi's hunch...

You may want to see this.

Should we...

put our hands up?

Want to cuff us?

Who are you?

Bree.
Tammie.

Oh, that clears everything up.

We're friends of Tommy's.

He in some kind of trouble?

Are we in trouble?

Thomas Norris was killed
this morning.

What?!

Tommy's dead?

No, he can't be.

Can we still use the pool?

Deeks is gonna kill himself
for missing this.

Yeah, we might not want
to mention this one.

(wry chuckle)

WOMAN (over P.A.): Mr. and Mrs.
Woller, please report

to Guest Services...

(Kensi sighs anxiously,
then groans)

...please report to
Guest Services. Thank you.

I've placed you on
the guest list at the day spa.

Thank you so much.

Here's some water.
Oh. Thanks.

Do you mind if I take a look
at the car you brought?

Oh, no, not at all.

That's why I brought it.

Great.

Easy, easy.

Careful, easy.

All right, all right, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shelby Cobra.

That's right. Family heirloom.

Brady let her on the track.

I got to see this Cobra run.

(chuckles)
I don't know if I could do that.

DEEKS: Uh, you do know, Kensi.
You need to drive this car,

'cause I cannot sit in the back
of this truck forever.

BRADY:
How about it?

Let's give this Cobra a go.

Yeah, Kensilina, how about it?

I-I don't think I should.

Not even a lap?

DEEKS: You need to stop worrying
about Hetty,

'cause if you don't drive
this car,

they're gonna think
something's up.

Is this really your car?

Told ya.
Are you kidding me?

Of course it's my car.

It's my baby.

If it's your baby,
then drive it.

Don't drive the car, Kensi.

She won't, unless she wants
her head on a stake.

Kensi, drive the car.

ERIC:
Do not do it.

Hetty will kill you.

(engine revving)

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

we are presenting
a vintage exhibition sports car

at the starting line.

You don't want to miss this one.

(engine revving)

Go!

Is that my Cobra?

Is Ms. Blye

driving my Cobra?

ERIC:
Uh, actually, uh...

Well, she's, um...

Yes, Kensi had
to drive it

to maintain her cover
and provide Deeks

with the opportunity

to search the garage.
That.

Uh-huh.

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(whoops)

Yes!

Come to Papa.

FBI's got no record
of Tom Norris

calling their L.A. field office.

Well, whatever he wanted to tell
them, he never got a chance to.

Ha-ho!

Nice driving, Kens.

KENSI:
What can I say?

I'm a natural.

And I am a crime fighter.

Evidence from Norris's garage.

Ah, metal cap, bolt,
chewed gum.

I'll get it to Forensics.
Ooh, actually.

The gum may be...

Yeah, no, that's mine.

Ew.
Gross.

Jackpot.

Facial rec got hits back
from the racetrack.

Triple cherries.

Three different guys affiliated

with three different
Eurasian crime syndicates.

KENSI: All three groups
have known members

in Omni.

Check out this guy Rasik.

Interpol's got him
as a person of interest

in over ten murders
related to Omni.

Well, Omni has the white
phosphorus and they had access

to Norris's Ferrari
at the track.

(beeping)
That's weird.

It's more like incriminating.

No.

I set up an alert
to notify us

if anyone opened
the vault at Norris BioTech.

That's Dr. Leonard.

He's pulling all
the ricin vaccine samples.

And now he's leaving.

Call Callen and Sam.

They're close by.

Hi.

Dr. Leonard.

Federal agents.

Like to have a
word with you.

He's gonna run.
No way.

Unbelievable.

I told you.

(sighs)

Ah, ah, ah!
No!

Please! Aah!

How'd you think this
was gonna play out?

Ah, you have to help me.

You don't understand.

This isn't what it seems.

They took my family!

You got to believe me.

Dr. Leonard does indeed
have a wife and son.

But I can't locate them.

Any communication
between the doctor and Omni?

I did pull this text exchange
from his phone.

LEONARD:
The text said I could trade

vaccine samples
for my family.

And you have no idea
who sent it?

No.

You spoke with two
NCIS Agents earlier.

Why didn't you show
them the text message?

I was told

if I involved
the police that they'd...

(voice breaks):
they'd be killed.

Well, getting your family back

is our top priority.

Well, then, go get them back.

Please.

We don't know where
they're holding

your wife and son.

But we do know they
want this vaccine.

They'll be there when they
set the meet up with you.

You'll be wired
for sound and video.

We won't lose sight of you.

As soon as...
I don't know if I can do this.

You can.

I not good at, um...

I can't...

You have to.

(door opens)

Omni has to be behind this.

You know, I get them
strong-arming Leonard

for the vaccine samples.

But why kill Norris?

Maybe they went to him first.

Norris didn't want to play ball,

he has no family to
leverage against him,

so they kill him.

Yeah, it makes Leonard
more likely to cooperate.

Whoever did this knows a lot
about Norris BioTech.

Could be dealing
with an inside man.

He's an awkward guy.

You think he can handle it?

He's got no choice.

(sighs anxiously)

You know, the goal here was to
look like a Hollywood hipster.

Ensemble you got going,

it's like Gap threw up
some Hot Topic.

Definitely not hip.

Yeah, well, it takes
a special kind of guy

to wear jeans that skinny.

Hey, they're tight.
I mean, they're real tight.

They're tight because
I need my space.

You know what I mean?

Tight in all the right places.

KENSI:
And yet you still found room

to hide your gun.

They're like Archie and Edith.

It's more
like Archie and Meathead.

Either way, they're getting
their groove back as partners.

I've seen guys
go through worse.

He's gonna be fine.

KENSI:
Heads up, guys.

It's Rak,
one of the Omni members

from the track.

Something's up.
He wouldn't come alone.

CALLEN:
Deeks, you see a spotter?

Negative.

He's moving the doctor
on to the curb.

SAM:
He's moving towards the bus.

On it. Go.

Watch out.

KENSI:
We lost them on the bus!

(tires screech)

I knew it.

I told you he'd
use the bus trick.

No, you didn't.

Well, I may not have
actually verbalized it.

Oh, but you were thinking it?
Yup.

Uh-huh.

Just get ahead of the bus,

would you, Nostradamus?

ERIC:
Dr. Leonard just handed Rasik

the container
with the vaccine

(tires screech)

(indistinct chatter)

He has it.

G, he's getting off the bus.

I got him.

(yelling)

Go, go.

(tires screech)

KENSI:
Federal agents!

(sirens approaching)

He doesn't have the vaccine.

(indistinct radio
communication)

Omni wasn't taking
any chances.

Well, it's a good thing
we weren't either.

Eric, where are we
with the GPS tracker

on the vaccine vials?

I can't get a signal
from the tracker.

Let me try something.

Find me that signal, Eric.

Omni has the resources
to make a quick exit.

Guys, I found the handoff.

Before Rasik exited the bus,

a woman took the fake vaccine,

and probably spotted you guys.

I'm running her
through facial rec now.

How you doing?

You mean after my first
violent confrontation

back on the job?

You didn't take the shot.

I thought it'd be overkill
if I shot him, too.

Get that? "Overkill"?

'Cause he's...
Uh-huh.

Okay, listen, Kensi.

I'm fine, all right?

I didn't take the shot
'cause I didn't have the angle.

Sam and Callen were
both in my sight line.

I'm good.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

God, you guys,
I'm fine, all right?

You stop walking around me
on egg shells.

I understand
it's my first day back

and you're worried about me,
but I'm-I'm good.

You know what?
I'm-I'm better than good.

I haven't wet the bed
in over a week,

and the voices in my head
are all but gone away.

Shut up! No, you shut up!
I'm fine.

Seems good to me.

Thank you.

NELL:
Hey, guys, get this.

Facial rec hit
a passport from Croatia.

Natalija Tutic,
and she's got ties to Omni.

Sending you a pic now.

Do you know what kind
of car she's driving?

ERIC:
Negative.

But her signal just came up.

She's exiting the 10 East

and heading north on the 605.

Angeles Ridge Racing Club.

They have a helipad
and a private runway.

Track was Omni's exit
plan for the vaccine.

Let's do it.

(beeping)

There was an outside investor.

Tom Norris funded
Norris BioTech

from the windfall he made
on past bio-patents, right?

About 14 months ago,
he started a new company

and diverted
all his funds there.

So Norris BioTech

needed an outside investor.
Hmm.

Now if I were a betting gal...

Which you are.
Which I am.

Yeah.
I would wager

that the influx in cash came in

after Norris BioTech made
headway on the ricin vaccine.

And you, my lady,
would win that wager.

14 months ago, they started
phase two of the project.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

So, who made the investment?
Uh...

Well, okay, the money came in

through Moorpark Capital,
Right.

which is the venture capital arm
for the holding company

Truftin Investments,
Okay.

which is an asset of
Lindencrest Ventures.

Sure. And...?

And...

the funds came in
through this guy.

Henrik Vuksan.

Interpol lists Vuksan

as a high-ranking
member of Omni.

And Homeland Security
had him flying

into L.A. this morning
on a French passport.

That's who they're taking
the vaccine to.

Norris wasn't bragging
about his company at the track.

No, Omni was in on this
from the beginning.

They bet on him.

They bet he'd put together
the right group of people

to crack the code
on the vaccine.

They were just using the track
to stay close to him.

Working the long game.

It still doesn't explain
why they killed Norris.

May I be of some assistance
to you gentlemen?

CALLEN:
Federal agents.

We have reason
to believe a suspect

in our investigation is
on these premises.

Well, if that's the case,
I'd love to cooperate,

but our members' privacy
is very important...

Can you guys stop walking?

Okay, I can't let you in
there without a warrant.

SAM: A warrant? That doesn't sound
like cooperation or assist...

Partner.

I don't want to have
to call security.

Down, down, down!

(people screaming, clamoring)

(screams)

Good thing I don't
need a warrant

to save your life.

(groans)

(engine revs)

He's running for the track.

(engine roars, tires screech)

He's headed
for the club exit.

Enough of this.

You got this?
I got this.

Out of the car!

Put your hands
on the car.

That's some damn fine
driving, partner.

American muscle, baby.

(phone ringing)

What do you got, Eric?

Forensics are back
on the evidence

Deeks got from Norris's garage.

The bolt is from the
Ferrari's suspension,

but the metal cap is for
a jar of liquid cement

and it had white
phosphorus trace on it.

Used the liquid cement
to mount the trigger.

Any prints?

One. Running it
through AFIS now.

So far, no hits,

but, Callen, I checked it

against Maran Rasik and
Henrik Vuksan's prints.

It doesn't belong to them.

That bomber's still out there.

SAM: So if you didn't plant
the bomb that killed Norris,

then which one of your
Omni comrades did?

Why do you people think
that we killed Norris?

Files on his computer.

He discovered Omni was
investing in Norris BioTech,

and he was going to the
FBI with the proof.

SAM: If Norris is dead,
FBI isn't involved.

Even you can follow that logic.

Omni's interests lie
in commerce.

Norris was a great CEO.

Commerce is better for us
when Norris is CEO.

Omni was just hanging back,
driving cool cars on the track,

waiting until Norris BioTech
had a vaccine.

When Norris was killed,

they'd realize
the heat's coming down.

They got to get those
vaccines out, leave town.

Dr. Leonard had access.

He was easy to manipulate.

NELL:
Hey, guys, get this.

Ten days ago,
Norris BioTech ordered

the necessary elements

to make white phosphorus.

Is the purchase linked
to a specific employee?

Mm-mm.
The items were lumped

into a larger
cross-company order.

Is it possible our boy's
telling the truth?

Someone within Norris
BioTech killed Norris

using Omni's M.O.?

Norris could've confided
in one of his employees

that Omni was an investor
in own company.

It wouldn't take
much research to find out

that Omni just stole
a shipment of white phosphorus.

You kill Norris
with white phosphorus,

the investigation goes
straight to Omni.

Norris could've told anyone
in the company about Omni.

If it was me...
Mm.

I'm going to the person I
started three companies with.

Rick Paulson.
Exactly.

Norris tells Paulson about
Omni's investment

in Norris BioTech.

Paulson sees it
as his opportunity

to get out of Norris's shadow,

and take control of the company.

It's good timing.

Right before
the ricin vaccine profits

started rolling in.

ERIC:
Guys.

We just got an I.D.
off the print

on the metal cap
from Norris's garage.

WOMAN:
Mr. Paulson?

There's some people
here to see you.

Maggie, the press conference is
in ten minutes.

I'll answer any questions
they have then.

Sir, they're Federal agents.

Hey! Stop!

DEEKS:
Drop your weapon!

No, lady, get down!

(both yell)

(grunts)

(yells)

(grunting)

Easy.

It's over.

(grunting)

Stop moving.

You okay?
I'm okay!

She's okay.

Someone get
this giant off of me!

He's not a giant.

He's just husky.

Kensi, you good?

Oh, yeah. You?

Perfect.

Get up.
(Paulson groans)

Yo, Deeks, that was crazy, man.

How you just saved
that woman's life

and then fell down
a 90-foot cliff?

What? Don't worry about it.

It's just a job, man.
It's what I do.

Break hearts
and save lives, huh?

Just knowing you guys care,
that's enough, right?

Ooh! Oh, ah...

what does it mean
when you got shooting pains

going down your back
and you can't feel your legs?

KENSI:
Watch it, watch...

Right there! Boom!

I made up two seconds
on that turn.

That is some
pretty cornering.

Maybe we should show
this video to Hetty.

That wouldn't be pretty.

That was masterful driving,

Ms. Blye.
Thank you.

I mean...

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, no.
Don't apologize.

You drove her the way
she was meant to be driven.

Oh.
SAM: If that's the case,

then I can fit in...

(sighs, groans)

Did you say something,

Mr. Hanna?
Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

I'm straight.

Oh, uh, I need
to inform you all

that because
of an executive order,

Omni's shares

of Norris BioTech

are now the property
of the U.S.

And Dr. Leonard will be

the acting president
of the company.

That's it.

Good for him.
See? I told you.

He's, uh, socially awkward
and annoying because

he's a super genius.
KENSI: Great.

What's your excuse?

Ow. Walked into that one.

Oy.
Deeks, can I talk to you?

Yeah, the back is fine,
thanks for asking.

I don't want you here.

Sorry. What?

Okay, this is usually where...

you insert the punch line.

I don't want you here until
you're ready to be back.

(laughing):
Okay.

Did you, did you see me today?

I mean, I was
like Starsky

and Hutch.

I'm talking about
your mindset.

"Mindset."

I can't have you
coming in here

second-guessing yourself,
trying to figure out

if this job
still makes sense for you.

That's not safe for you.

It's not safe for us.

Yeah.

Well, I want to be here...

...and I'm ready to be back.

Good.

Let's go, partner.

KENSI:
See you tomorrow.

CALLEN:
Nighty night.

Night.

So, want to go to dinner?

I get it if you don't.
It's okay.

No, no, that's a...

that's a fantastic idea.

Let's do that.

Let's grab... dinner.

Nice.

♪ Bulgogi...

♪ Bulgogi.

What are you doing?

♪ That's my bulgogi dance... ♪

You need to stop doing that

'cause it's freaking me out.

And also, I'm not really
in the mood for Korean.

Well, that's too bad, buster,

because I have been craving
some pa-jyun with, uh...

♪ Bulgogi...

...all day.

I thought earlier
you said that today I get to,

uh, choose the restaurant.

But that was lunch.
And now it's dinner.

Eh...?

And for dinner,
we're gonna do...

♪ Bulgogi.

Okay, your logic
is super-flawed.

But I'll go

as long as you stop doing
whatever that is.

What? You mean this?
Actually, no, that's working for me.

♪ Bul-go-gi.
I dig it, keep it,

bounce with it.

Welcome back, Mr. Deeks.