NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 10, Episode 6 - Asesinos - full transcript

Deputy Director Ochoa.

I'm afraid there's nothing
pleasurable about this visit.

This is John Rogers,

special prosecutor from
the Department of Justice.

Where's Executive
Assistant Director Mosley?

OCHOA:
He's looking for blood.

He's gonna dig deep
into all of you.

CALLEN:
It's a cartel hit list.

SABATINO: They haven't
identified your team,

but they have provided security
photos and descriptions.

Turk isn't so lucky,



and neither is your Executive
Assistant Director Mosley.

They know who she
is and they got

a million dollars
on her head,

along with her kid.

My son won't be safe
until he's with me.

Now, you launched a private war

in a foreign country
to get your son back.

See, I'm not gonna allow you
to do the same here.

I need to protect my son.

You won't be able to do so
from jail.

Now stand down.

- Thank you for this.
- Happy to help.

He'll be safe here.

He's got a bounty on his head.



And if something happens
to me, then who...

Nothing is going
to happen to you.

We'll keep him safe,

but you have to fix this.

MOSLEY:
Hey, sweetie, it's Mom.

I just wanted
to leave you a message

for when you wake up
in the morning.

I hope you are having fun
and you're being helpful.

And I promise that I will give
you a call as soon as I can.

You're gonna see me real soon.

I love you.

EDDIE:
One of those days, huh?

(laughs softly)

Is it that obvious?

It's going around.

At least this one's almost over.

I think it's this town.

Is it me,

or does it feel like everyone's
out to get you in L.A.?

If only you knew.

Here's to survival.

Excuse me.

Sorry, folks,
that was last call.

I can have someone bring
something up to your rooms, though.

- No, thank you.
- Okay.

New York or Miami,
we'd just be going out.

Hmm.

I got
a fully stocked minibar

if you want to share a nightcap

and a $50 bag
of chips.

(chuckles)

Oh.

Very nice. A suite.

Company's paying for it
to impress our clients.

If they could, I'd probably be
camped out on Skid Row.

(chuckles)

What's your poison?

Oh, uh, tequila.

You got it.

Do you mind
if I use your restroom?

It's right through there.

Great.

I hope you don't mind
I borrowed your robe.

- Not at all.
- Ah.

Thank you.

Wait.

You're not a professional,
are you?

Excuse me? I'm sorry.

(chuckles) I'm not gonna
have to pay for this, am I?

Well, that depends
on whether or not

you count breakfast.

(laughs softly)

I can expense that.

(laughs softly)

To breakfast.

Cheers.

("Les Cactus" by Jacques Dutronc
playing)

(both grunting)

(both scream)

(grunting)

(Mosley screams)

(screams)

♪ NCIS: LA 10x06 ♪
Asesinos
Original Air Date on November 4, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

(bird squawking)

(water sloshing)

Well, if it isn't
the Little Mermaid.

- Thanks.
- That was actually for my shower.

What?

Nothing.

What's the word on Anna?

No idea.
She's not returning my calls.

Maybe Deeks can
help with that.

Yeah, he's working on that.

Um, you do realize

that you're dripping water
everywhere, right?

It's a boatshed.

Unless you consider this
to be your kitchen now.

No, I just wanted
to point out the slip risk.

Over 6,000 people die every year

from falling
in their own home.

Why do you even know that?

It's just something I do.

Never mind.

I don't even want to know.

Because, um,
this isn't your home.

I thought you was moving
in that spot above Deeks' bar.

I'm making a few changes first.

Ah, let me guess, uh,
hidden machine-gun drawer,

smoke screen toaster,

uh, ejection seat toilet?

I didn't know about the toaster.

Uh, speaking of homes,
did yours sink?

I went by your
slip last night.

Your boat's not there.

Tom borrowed it.

What about Derrick?

He went with him.

Where?

Not a clue. I bailed after
we passed the breakwater.

H-Hold on a second. Mosley's son

is on your boat with
your Navy SEAL buddy,

and you have no idea
where they are?

You promised her you'd get
her kid back. You did.

I promised her

I'd protect him. I am.

He's running dark.

I don't even know
where Tom's headed.

And you were gonna
tell me this when?

I wasn't.

For the same reason
I don't want

to know where they are.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you know where Mosley is?

No. She's still radio silent.

Hetty?

Nothing.

For all I know,
she's still in Mexico.

Well, if she is,
that's not good, G,

because we're in some
serious trouble here.

We revealed
a corrupt Mexican general,

we brought down a
notorious arms dealer.

Those are not bad things.

An agent was killed.

In Mexico, on her own.

We were there to
find her. Look...

There's nothing we can do
to bring her back at this point.

You're right.

But we have a special prosecutor

who wants somebody
to answer for her death.

Sooner or later,
Hetty and Mosley are gonna

have to resurface,
and when they do,

there are gonna be people
waiting for them.

We might not be there
to protect them.

NELL:
Hold on. Why do we need a pet?

I've always had pets,
until recently.

Okay, I am sorry
about the ant farm.

Ant colony.

Colony. If it's any consolation,

I really don't think they died.

They're just free
to explore now.

Unlike my sea monkey family.

Okay, one, that
should've been labeled.

And two, I mean,
are they really a family?

I raised them from eggs, Nell.

11 generations.

Beale, they are brine shrimp.

So low on the food chain,
they're born to be food.

- And yet, they all had names.
- (sighs)

That is just weird.

Okay?
Albeit impressive,

that you kept the whole,
you know, family tree going

and everything,
but still weird, nonetheless.

No.

All right, fine.
They're a family.

11 glorious generations
of sea monkeys.

- No, the crime feed.
- Oh, God.

Person of interest, homicide...

Executive Assistant
Director Mosley?

How long before
Special Prosecutor Rogers

catches wind of this?

Well, we should be okay

until the, uh, local authorities
identify Mosley.

It really is a graveyard.

Sir, a graveyard?

Uh, it's this office.

That's what they call it
down in Quantico,

"the graveyard."
People consider it cursed.

Oh.

I thought it was an East Coast,
West Coast joke, but no.

Granger, Duggan, Hidoko.

Okay, get our people
to the crime scene,

and tell them: be discreet.

Yep.

CALLEN:
Hmm.

Someone had a hell of a night.

Mosley is too smart
and too cautious for this

to have been
a mistake.

She had to expect
it was a hit man.

Well, she probably came back
to his room to find out,

figured she'd get
the drop on him.

Clearly, that didn't happen.

No.

But he is dead, and she isn't.

There's no way she walked away
from this without injuries.

Initial police report said
the deceased didn't have

any personal effects on him,
nothing in the safe.

Mosley must have taken
everything.

They think they're hunting her.

I get the feeling
she's hunting them.

OCHOA:
She killed him?

Yeah, it was a
hell of a struggle.

Clearly, it was
self-defense.

Well, why didn't she call it in?

She may be trying
to keep us out of it.

We found her.
Or at least we know

where she was 16 minutes ago,
Central Library on Fifth.

She created a VPN to try to hide

her location, then used
her NCIS laptop

and CAC card reader to log into
our system and access files.

Our dead guy from the hotel,
he worked for the Molina cartel.

Oh, same as the two ladies
who tried to unfriend us

a couple weeks back.

SAM: Yeah, they're all
trying to cash in

on the bounties put on Mosley,
Derrick, and the rest of us.

ERIC: Right, but here's
where it gets interesting,

Mosley was accessing files
on a different cartel,

Los Asesinos--
they're new players.

Not really.

Carlos Gutierrez

ran Los Trece Reyes gang
for years, until he was killed.

Now his gang
reportedly

fell apart without
his leadership

and split into two new factions:
Los Asesinos,

The Assassins,

and Los Chicos Dorados,
The Golden Boys.

What?

You can take the kid
out the barrio, but anyway...

So these two seemingly
separate gangs,

with distinct territories
and their own leadership

are still rumored
to be controlled

by Carlos's ex-girlfriend,
Ella Juanega.

ERIC: But wait,
wait, wait.

Mosley was looking
into her, too.

I just didn't understand
the connection

'cause, uh, she's, like,
a super legit

successful businesswoman
with no ties to any of this.

Hold on, she's been untouchable,
but don't let that fool you.

She's more dangerous
than her male counterparts,

and she hates
the Molina cartel.

They killed her
boyfriend, Carlos.

Mosley could be trying to cut
a deal with another cartel

to get the Molinas off her tail.

That's a risky deal to cut
with the devil.

Yeah, well,
she's desperate.

Which makes her dangerous.

You can't go to Ella Juanega
empty-handed,

so the question is:
what is she gonna offer her?

I could lock her
out of the system.

No. That's the only way we have
of tracking her right now.

We need to find her
before anybody else does,

law enforcement
or cartel.

So do you think we can
draw her out using her son?

No.

That'd put the
two of them at risk.

Well, I don't see as we have
much of a choice.

Give us a chance to find her
without using her son first.

ERIC: We're searching the area
around the library

to see what she was driving,

which direction she was going,
what she was wearing.

You know what, I can also
get Deeks to come back here.

He's on his way to be questioned
by Special Prosecutor Rogers.

I mean, we're all scheduled
to give our depositions today,

but I could just say that
it's an emergency.

No, the last thing

you want to do is alert them
to something being up.

As a matter of fact,
the longer

Detective Deeks can keep
Rogers occupied, the better.

You think he can stall them?

That won't be a problem.

Unleash the beast.

Unleashing.

ROGERS: Are you an
LAPD liaison to NCIS?

I am the LAPD liaison to NCIS.

You are also
the subject

of an ongoing LAPD
Internal Affairs investigation?

That doesn't sound right.

According to a Detective
Ellen Whiting, you are.

Oh, yeah,
Detective Whiting.

Yeah, no, I've been helping
her out with something.

You know, we've actually
gotten very close

since I saved her life.

Is that written down

in your little
book report there?

No.

Okay, well,
I can see why.

She was kind of embarrassed,
considering, you know,

the scar and everything.

You know, she got
shot in the throat.

It was crazy.

I was literally, like,

holding her throat together,
you know.

I had to put my paw in there,
try to stop the bleeding,

but it just
kept pumping out,

so much blood just

splurting through my fingers.

And she's looking at me,
and I'm looking down at her,

and she got tears
in her eyes,

and I get tears
in my eyes and...

Explain to me why

an LAPD liaison

would be in Mexico on an
unsanctioned NCIS mission?

- Is that a trick question?
- No.

Are you sure it's not
a trick question?

'Cause it sounds like
a trick question.

Is he asking me
a trick question?

You can't answer
that, can you?

It's a very simple question,
Detective Deeks.

- Can I ask you a question?
- No.

- Can I ask her a question?
- No.

- Can she ask me a question?
- No.

Can she ask you a question?

Why were you in Mexico
with NCIS?

Why wouldn't I be
in Mexico with NCIS?

(door bells jingle)

("Gidalyuh"
by Sara Choi playing)

Mosley.

♪ ♪

MEE:
These will help for the pain.

I'll give you antibiotics
and a tetanus shot tomorrow

when you come back
for a wound check.

I won't be coming back
tomorrow, Mee.

You've done enough already.

You know you're safe here.

Even Los Asesinos
don't mess with Mee.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

(knock on door)

Behave yourself if you want
to leave in one piece.

He and his agency have cost
you and your organization

a lot of money
and a lot of lives.

That's some of his
personal information.

I have all of it,

including the names
of every person

he works with.
- How much do you want?

That's for me and your boss,
your real boss,

to negotiate in person.

Never going to happen.

Well, you can remind her
of this meeting

the next time one of her
drug shipments gets confiscated.

Wait.

CALLEN:
There's no way we're getting in

this place unannounced.

Eric, you got any eyes
on this place?

Uh, no.

Our cartel queen
has a closed system.

In fact, she's got this place
on lockdown. You know what?

Your best bet is a drone.

I put some new ones
in your trunk.

- Those bad boys can go anywhere.
- Okay.

All right.

You want me to do this?

I got this.

Eric, do these things
have microphones?

- Of course.
- How close do you got to be?

Eh, depends on angle
and ambient noise.

I'd say within 20 feet outdoors.

They'll hear the drone.

Well, they're pretty quiet,
designed to be landed

right near your target.

My advice is fly it really high

so they can't hear it,
then cut the engine, let it drop

as close as possible.
- Copy that.

That's Ella Juanega.

The wind caught it.

I got this one.

- Be my guest.
- Yeah.

Okay.

♪ ♪

(clears throat)

It's not as easy
as it looks, is it?

At least it ended up on land,
Captain Nemo.

That's okay.

Give me another crack at this.

- Go ahead.
- All right.

Dive. Dive.

Dive, dive.

Pull up, pull up, pull up,
pull up, pull up.

Shut up.

Okay, you know what, this is why
we don't play golf anymore.

No, we don't play golf anymore
because you're always cheating,

Mr. Gilligan.

Mulligan.

It's called a mulligan,

and it is an accepted part
of the game.

If you say so. I've never seen
your man, Tiger, take one.

You know what? Be my guest.

Hmm, that'll do it.

♪ ♪

Looks like we got a Sig Alert
on Beverly Glen.

Now you're just being
unprofessional.

Hmm, really?

Mosley just got here.

Put these on after
the inspection.

Inspection?

Leave everything, including your
jewelry, in the change room.

Does it come in any other color?

CALLEN:
Hey, Eric.

Yeah?

Are these, uh,
these drones expensive?

Yeah, they're
extremely expensive.

Hetty has them
on loan from DARPA

as a beta test.

Be my guest.

No, no, no, it's your turn.

- Little help?
- (chuckles)

(clears throat)

What the...?

Oh.

Hold on a second.

This one's not even responding.

Sorry, gents,

this is a job for a gamer.

Fine by me.

Boom. You're welcome, boys.

(door opens)

Welcome.

Good afternoon.

- Sit. Please.
- Thank you.

Eric, can you clean up
that audio a bit?

Yeah, I'm trying.

ELLA: Would you like
something to drink?

Uh, no. No, thank
you, I'm fine.

How can I help you?

I have some information...

On all your colleagues.

Yeah.

Yes.
Abel told me.

What I don't understand is why
someone with your record,

and a lifetime in law
enforcement is suddenly willing

to turn on your own people.

(exhales)

Well, some of my people

are hoping to see me
put in jail.

And others have a million
dollars on your head.

Yes.

And your son.

It's never easy
being a woman in power, is it?

We have to do
everything they do,

in addition to everything
we already do,

(chuckles): and still deal with
the resentment from all sides.

You are between
a rock and a hard place.

And by selling me

this information,
you hope to... what?

I hope to use
the money and disappear.

ELLA:
And how will

this information benefit me?

Well, it will help
to protect your business.

You can stay one step ahead
of a federal agency.

Or I could just kill them.

How much will
this information cost me?

Considering what
you'll be saving,

I think a million dollars

is a reasonable investment.

(sighs)

We'll be in touch.

Abel will provide you

with a phone.

MOSLEY:
Thank you, Ella.

ELLA:
Have a great day.

She's selling us
out to save herself.

Eric, can you stop
the car Mosley's in?

Uh, stop it how?

Can you hack the onboard
computer, turn off the engine?

Technically, yes.

Mm, ethically,
legally, safely...

CALLEN:
You heard her.

She's about to commit treason

and put all our lives at risk,
including yours and Nell's.

- Do it.
- Show us your game, Eric.

(knuckles crack)

Challenge accepted.

Why are we stopping?

I don't know.
I think we're out of gas.

Are you kidding me?

It's the battery.

Nothing's working.

Federal agents!

Son of a bitch.

Hands where we can see them.

Out of the car, Mosley.

I'll handle this.
Don't move.

You need to back off.
I have this.

CALLEN:
We know what you've got.

Turn around. Back up towards me.

What are you gonna do, cuff me?

- Do it, Shay.
- Listen to me.

I've got this under control.
Now back away.

We can't do that.

You've got to trust me.

We've made that mistake before.

This is not what
it looks like, Callen.

- I just need a minute.
- Sam!

(tires screeching)

- Where'd Mosley go?
- I don't know.

- I can't see squat.
- Turn on your windshield wipers.

- Look out your window.
- Look out your window.

Eric, you got eyes on Mosley?

I'm still looking.

Uh, guys?

I think your car's on fire.

Yeah, thanks, Eric.

Track that Tahoe, find Mosley.

Hang on!

(tires screeching)

I'm sure they can buff it out.

(indistinct chatter)

So I understand
you and Detective Deeks

have a relationship.

Is that a problem?

No. Well, the agency
frowns upon it,

but I try to stay out
of my people's personal lives.

Unfortunately, our Special
Prosecutor Rogers will not.

He's gonna use it against you.

Well, what's between us

has nothing
to do with Mexico.

In fact, we broke it off

over my decision
to go there, so...

Not sure that'll matter
to Rogers,

but I appreciate the candor.

You guys all right?

Yeah, we're good.

Car may need
a little extra Turtle Wax.

- Hmm.
- Mosley?

We canvassed the area.
Eric's still searching.

She ghosted.

I can't believe
Mosley sold us out,

especially when we
have her son.

She didn't expect us
to find out.

Ella Juanega gave Mosley
a phone.

We may be able
to track it.

Chances are that she'll leave it
on until they reach out to her.

She's also got the phone she
took from the guy she killed.

Hotel might be able
to get the number

from his reservation.

You think she'd risk using it?

CALLEN: Probably not,
but that doesn't mean

we can't get the twins
to try and turn it back on,

and use it
to pinpoint her location.

Get on it.

Yeah, no,

our special prosecutor is gonna

have a party with all this.

Deeks still with him?

Yeah, he's still with him.
It's too bad.

We could use the help.

DEEKS: That's a good question.
I mean, all I remember

is getting on a plane

in L.A. to go to Mexico,

and then waking up
in the hospital in Los Mochis.

Obviously, someplace between
said plane and said hospital,

we were hit with a rocket
while we were in an SUV,

which, turns out,
is not great for the resale.

But I don't remember
any of that

because I got
my melon rocked

like a maraca at
a Ricky Martin concert.

(laughs softly)

If you don't get that analogy,
there's a lot of shaking

at a Ricky Martin concert.

You know, Ricky Martin
gets after it.

He's a good dancer--
if you don't believe me,

you can look at
my medical records.

I got a severe
grade 3 concussion,

and because of that traumatic
brain injury,

sadly, I have no recollection
of anything leading up

to that moment.

Well, that is convenient.

But you do admit that you
and your team were in Mexico?

No, no, I was, I was
definitely in Mexico.

I came back with Montezuma's
revenge to prove it.

I lost ten pounds, my
friends, the hard way.

And I'm still not 100%.

Speaking of which, glad
you brought that up.

so if the baño in this place
requires a clave, we should

probably put that bad boy
on la mesa.

You know?
Save us both some

(quietly):
apestosa vergüenza.

What?

Would you, uh,
excuse us for a moment?

Where is she going?

You going to Quiznos?
Can you grab me a six-inch?

Can you grab me
a sparkling water?

I'm feeling a little parched.

Maybe the lime-flavored.

Oh, we're turning that off
and she's leaving, huh?

Wow.
(clears throat)

Is this the part where
you beat me with a phone book?

Real talk, do they make
phone books anymore?

Seems kind of
unnecessary,

'cause we got
the Google machine.

I bet it's, like, one of those
specialty fetish items,

you know, where it just comes
blank, and that way, you can

fill in your
little S&M sessions.

I'm not here to judge you. You
just seem like that kind of guy.

Actually, that's a really
good idea. We could sell those

on the Home Shopping Network,
although that's my idea.

But now you're not recording, so
it's just my word versus yours.

Damn it.

I could've been rich.

I get it.

I get it.

I'm the Washington idiot
who doesn't get what you do.

I never said that.

And you can mock me
and this process,

for your own pleasure,

or to, uh,
buy your colleagues more time.

- What?
- But at the end of the day,

Detective, this was a serious
international incident

that left a young woman dead.

So you can
go ahead and make

all the diarrhea jokes
that you want,

but is that the best way for you

to honor a fallen team member?

Well, if this is your attempt
at hitting below the belt...

...well played.

NELL:
So,

if someone were to take a
slightly unauthorized look

into Mosley's financial records,
that someone would discover

that she's totally liquid.
Completely cashed out.

She's getting ready to run.

And we're her last move
before she disappears.

Eric, where are we
on the phones?

I'm still trying to find
the one she was given,

but I've got Dead Eddie's.

It's off-line at the moment,
but it's been on

here and there.
Here's where I've pinged it.

Well, it's hard to guess
where she's going

or what she's doing from this.
- I've also pulled

the last conversation from
Dead Eddie's phone,

without a warrant,

so it's inadmissible
as evidence but, uh...

Let's hear it.

You're not gonna like this.

Okay.

It's Mosley's last conversation
with the Molina cartel.

MAN:
Hello?

MOSLEY:
Your latest sicario is dead.

MAN:
Who is this?

MOSLEY:
Shay Mosley, NCIS.

You have a million dollar bounty
on my head and that of my son.

I want both gone.

MAN: You tell me where you are,
and we'll come meet to talk.

MOSLEY: Don't be stupid.
I'll give the names

and addresses of the others
you're looking for in exchange

for immunity for my son and I.

MAN: How do I know
this isn't a trick?

MOSLEY: I'm bringing
one of them with me.

MAN:
Where and when?

MOSLEY:
I'll be in touch.

She's double-crossing the cartel

and selling us out
to both of them.

Yeah, but who's
she bringing with her?

Who knows? She's
probably lying.

It's clearly not us,
and the only other person

on the cartel hit list...
- Turk.

Is he still in California?

Well, he accompanied you
to the medical center

in San Diego, but then
we lost contact with him.

He's got to be lying low
after Mexico.

Someone within the agency
knows where he is.

Maybe the deputy director does.

We need an address, fast.

Yep. Don't worry,
we're on it.

You hungry?

(phone ringing)

TURK (recorded):
Surf's up, leave a message.

Callen, Sam,
he's still not picking up.

Keep trying.

(dial tone)

(phone ringing)

(ringing stops)

Want a beer?

Hey, Turk!

It's Sam and Callen.

That's a good guard dog.

He's not here.

Well, somebody was...
very recently.

KENSI:
What do we have?

So we just found the phone
Ella Juaniga gave Mosley.

It's heading south on PCH,
just passed Leo Carillo Beach.

And it's getting
an incoming call.

MAN:
You have a deal.

We will make the exchange
at the old mission camp

off Latigo Canyon in one hour.

MOSLEY:
I want Ella there.

MAN:
That will not be possible.

MOSLEY: Somebody tried
to kill me today.

I'm not trusting anyone but her.

No Ella, no deal.

ELLA:
I will be there.

We lost them. Mosley probably
dumped her burn phone.

That's okay, we know
where they're going.

Alert Callen and Sam.
I'm gonna head over there

as a forward observer.
- Mm-hmm. - Uh-huh.

- Dead Eddie's phone just came online.
- Ugh.

Do we have to
call him that?

Well, he is dead
and his name was Eddie.

Ah, true.

(phone rings)

- Yeah?
NELL: Hey, Callen. So Mosley just used

Dead Eddie's phone to put in
a call to the Molina cartel.

And get this: she set up

an exchange to meet
them at the same time

and location Ella Juaniga
gave her.

She's pitting Los Asesinos
and the Molina cartel

against each other.

With Turk in the middle.

Guess she's hoping
when the smoke clears,

she'll be
the last one standing.

This is making Mexico
look like a vacation.

Yeah.

All right, boys.

In position.

I got Mosley and Turk--

he's on the ground. Looks like
he's cuffed, maybe unconscious.

Any sign of the cartels?

Not yet. Where are you guys?

We're coming in from the north
on an old fire road.

It's the only way to get in
without being spotted.

Watch out for those snakes.

Why does she do that?

(vehicle approaching)

Car approaching.

Who the hell is that?

Not your concern.

Where's Ella?

She got tied up.

I told you: no Ella, no deal.

A million dollars
says otherwise.

Where are the files?

(vehicle approaching)

Guys, I got a second car
approaching.

Who the hell is that?

Relax, they're here for him.

Hurry up, guys.

This is about to go off
any minute now.

They're Molinas!

Check 'em.

♪ ♪

MOSLEY:
Callen!

I told you to trust me.

You sold us out to the cartels.

I did not.

Those were fake aliases,
you can ask Turk.

I told you I would fix this,
and I will.

But you got to let me go.

I got to get my son.

Clear.

TURK: Clear.
SAM: Kensi?

KENSI:
Yeah?

Yeah, I'm good. You?

Where's G? G? G?

All clear.

Where's Mosley?

She's gone.

Gone where?

Well, I would guess that

she went back to get her son.

SAM:
How?

I don't even know where he is
and he's on my boat.

Do you really think
that she left Derrick alone

with no way for them
to contact each other?

I guarantee you
he has a cell phone on him.

Okay, well, then Eric and Nell
are gonna find it

and then we're gonna find her.

No.

This is over.

TURK: Well, I wasn't
expecting you guys

to show up,
but I'm damn glad you did.

Wait, you were in on this?

In on it?
This was my plan.

SAM:
We should have known

this was too crazy for even
Mosley to come up with.

Thanks for sharing.

Well, I figured you had enough
on your plate.

Oh.

It's good to see you.

You know what, maybe next time
we meet at a restaurant

or something.
- Where's the fun in that?

CALLEN:
So what,

now Los Asesinos
and the Molinas

are at war
with each other?

Well, better them
killing each other

than killing us.

SAM: You were hoping
they'd be doing it

long enough for Mosley
and her son to disappear.

I didn't say
it was a great plan.

Mosley did ask me
to give you this.

She said it's for
your recital.

Where's my boy Deeks?

DEEKS:
Executive Assistant Director

Mosley's son was illegally taken

across an international
border by his father,

Spencer Williams-- a well-known
international arms dealer...

...and fugitive from justice.

During the process of gathering
credible information

regarding the whereabouts
of EAD Mosley's son,

Special Agent
Harley Hidoko

took it upon herself

to unilaterally cross
into Mexico...

...to develop information.
Unfortunately,

contact was lost

with Special Agent Hidoko and
we took immediate measures...

...to try and locate her,

over the course of which,

the location of
Mosley's kidnapped son

was discovered.
An assessment was made...

...that his current situation
was in extremis

and getting worse
by the moment.

OSP personnel,
believing

that an American citizen--
a child--

was in extreme danger,

took it upon themselves
to rescue...

...and repatriate him
in an exigent manner

and in so doing,
regrettably,

a loss of life and damage
to personal property occurred.

(beeps)

Mr. Rogers has finished
his investigation.

You will be pleased to know

that your strikingly
corroborative statements

and EAD Mosley's
insistence

that she ordered you into Mexico
without informing anyone

of the mission ahead of time,
essentially exonerates

the rest of you.

What about Hetty?

Hetty, as well...
for the time being.

Does anyone know
where EAD Mosley is now?

Her son?

You have no idea?

None of you.

Of course not.

Bye, neighbor.

So, listen,
I got a bar.

It's not officially open
to the public yet,

but it's got a fridge full
of frosty beverages

and it would be our honor

if you'd come down and have a
drink with us, Deputy Director.

Thanks, but I've got to
head back to Washington

to make sure Rogers makes good
on his promise.

Fair enough.

But next time for sure.

Oh, and, uh,

keep your heads down out there.
KENSI: Thanks.

Hmm.

When is Christmas vacation?

Seriously.

You know
what we should do?

We should call in sick
for a week,

go someplace nice and quiet.

Ooh, Bali.

We could totally
go to Bali.
DEEKS: Yeah, no.

Like Bali but cheaper.

There's always Hawaii.

That's closer and cheaper.

Mmm, I'm liking this.
DEEKS: You know what?

I'm actually loving this.

That look means

we're not, we're not
going to Hawaii, are we?

KENSI: Ugh.
CALLEN: Nope.

DEEKS: (laughs) Can we just
at least go to San Diego?

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