NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 11, Episode 15 - The Circle - full transcript
Darius. Darius Reznikov
But before he went by Reznikov,
he went by another... Comescu.
If I learned anything
from my studies,
it's never to underestimate
a Comescu.
ANNA:
I'm staying.
What are you talking about?
We got to get you to a doctor.
They have doctors in Cuba.
I can't go back.
Not after my escape.
I'll stay with her and make sure
she gets to a hospital.
NELL:
A triple homicide
out of Barcelona
is now being linked
to several other attacks
across Europe.
I'm not even certain
that it's Anna
in that surveillance video.
CALLEN:
I know Anna. It's her.
(truck beeping)
Get them out.
(gasping)
Get out! Move!
Let's go!
Nah, keep going.
Move it.
Come on.
Get in.
(panting)
Stop!
(grunts)
Let's go!
(indistinct chatter)
Get in!
(grunting)
On your knees.
What a waste.
(screaming)
(crying)
♪ NCIS: LA 11x15 ♪
The Circle
Original Air Date on February 23, 2020
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
CALLEN:
Jason Park.
Top of his class at
Harvard Business School.
Instead of taking over his
father's insurance company,
he decided to join NYPD.
First day on the job,
he foils a bombing
in Times Square.
Incredible.
It is.
So why is he on
the reject pile?
He had it easy
his whole life.
Lives in a bubble.
Yeah, and when he got out
of it, he stepped up.
He-he stopped a bombing.
He's agent material.
Maybe. But not with us.
Is there anyone on this table
that you like?
Anyone?
Ronald Jackson.
Marine.
Saw combat in Afghanistan
and Iraq.
And still managed to be mayor
of his hometown.
He's got promise.
He will bail on us in two years.
He's career shopping.
What is he? Is he...
Is he a Marine?
A politician? An NCIS agent?
No.
Not gonna saddle our team
with someone that's
trying to find himself.
You didn't have a first name
till a couple of years ago.
(sighs)
This is not gonna be easy.
And it is gonna be a big change
for our team.
Yeah, well, I got to go.
I have dinner with Katherine.
Ooh.
Sounds nice.
And you're right.
It shouldn't be easy.
Yeah.
Enjoy your dinner.
I will.
Yo, E. I think that
stout is tapped out.
No problem. I'll change it.
Thanks, man.
CALLEN: Now, this is getting
a little personal.
It's just a question.
And I answered
the question.
Mm, mm.
Thank you.
Did you really? I mean, yes,
you said some words
that kind of implied
that you were open
to the possibility,
but I was looking
for a yes or no.
I thought you were the lawyer
in this relationship.
I am. But she's the judge,
and so as your lawyer,
I'd advise you
to answer the question.
Otherwise, she's gonna
hold you in contempt.
I don't know.
It's not something I...
want to think about right now.
I get that.
Okay, I just realized I have
no idea what the question is.
Is this about the video of Anna?
What the heck?
Are you serious right now?
Am I... No.
Oh, not Anna. I said Hanna.
Sam Hanna. Sam Anna. Sam-Anna.
They sound the same.
Nell told you.
No. Nell told
Eric, and Eric told Kensi.
Who then told her idiot husband.
And I just told you.
Yeah,
no, I remember. And no,
the question is not about Anna.
(chuckles): That is also
a really good question.
Good God, man.
What was the original question?
Do I really want Hetty's job?
Oh, wow.
Sam and I are
vetting potential new agents
to bring in
on the condition
that I would take over for Hetty
when she decides to step aside.
Yeah, but that would mean
no more time in the field.
Not necessarily. Hetty's out
in the field sometimes.
Yeah. And she has her
clandestine meetings
in cemeteries with
sociopathic poets,
and we all know how
that turned out.
No, he's-he's right.
Field time would be limited.
You ready for that?
That's a question
for another day.
I have a question for today.
Anna. Did you find her?
We had a few leads that fizzled.
Um, Arkady hasn't had
any luck, either.
But, uh, the truth is
if Anna doesn't want
to be found,
there's really nothing
anybody can do.
(country song playing quietly)
♪ ♪
(music stops playing)
That time already, huh?
You good, Callen?
Yeah, I'm good. Why don't you,
uh... why don't you go home.
I'll lock up.
Thanks.
All right, buddy. Good night.
Good night.
(door opens, closes)
(door opens)
What'd you forget this time?
(balls clack)
(door closes)
Hi, Callen.
Anna.
How are you?
I've been looking for you.
I was worried.
I know. I'm fine.
But I think
you might be in danger.
I laid low in Cuba
while my leg healed.
Joe went back to the States.
After six weeks,
I thought she'd forgotten
about me.
She can be a little cold.
Hmm.
I know what you mean.
Thank you.
But then one day,
she came back.
Apparently, the CIA
were impressed
with the results of our mission,
and they wanted to build on it.
They gave us a list
of Russian operatives,
and we were tasked with
tracking and turning
as many as we could.
Which is why I'm here.
Darius Reznikov?
(panting)
This was taken earlier today
at LAX.
I didn't think
he survived the bunker.
Neither did we.
Until some contacts
in the European underworld
started to hear
an old name resurface.
Comescu.
He's going by Comescu now?
I picked up his trail
in Barcelona.
He'd killed three people.
Yeah, I saw the report.
You made a cameo.
The police were on their way.
I had to make a quick exit.
He didn't just kill
these people.
He executed them.
He left a trail of bodies
throughout Europe,
and I can't make
heads or tails of it.
Some of the victims
have criminal records.
Petty thieves,
corrupt businessmen.
Others appear to be clean.
Look, the only
thing I do know
is that the last time
the Comescus posed a threat,
your family was
in their crosshairs.
And now he's in L.A.
ERIC:
Comescus.
I know.
I thought we had them
all accounted for.
Tell me about it. I wrote
a freaking paper on it,
for Pete's sake.
I remember a Vasile.
Yep. Dead,
courtesy of Callen.
Also an Anton.
Also dead. Also Callen.
What about Dracul?
Can't forget about him.
(laughs)
Not with a name like that.
Uh, let me guess.
Two shots.
Center mass. Uh, Callen.
Uh, so, this Darius guy?
He may be out to
even the score.
Huh.
Whoa, she's here.
NELL:
Well,
it looks like Callen didn't
have to find Anna after all.
She found him.
Anna?
Talking about Hetty.
If she's here, it's serious.
Hey.
Hey.
Whoa.
What?
Did-did she do that?
How did she do that?
NELL: Hetty said she would be
making some alterations.
I should have known she wasn't
talking about the furniture.
All right, we got to find
this Darius guy. Come on.
Must be some sort
of electrochromic glass
like lithium or tungsten.
God, I hope it's tungsten!
Beale?
Yeah.
Spit-spot.
ANNA: I used an alias to hitch a ride
into March Air Base.
The CIA still thinks
I'm in Europe.
And Joelle.
Where is she?
Tracking another operative.
I can't say where.
HETTY:
Mm-hmm.
Does she know you're here?
No.
Anna's taken
a big risk,
Hetty. She's still a
fugitive in this country.
I understand I'll need
to lay low while I'm here,
but Darius is my mission.
I need to talk
to Mr. Callen now.
I've missed you.
(door opens, closes)
I have a unit on Alex.
Deeks is watching Jake's school.
And I have eyes
on my father's grave,
in case Darius decides
to pay his respects.
Look, Hetty,
I've only interacted
with this guy for a few seconds,
but you've spent time with him.
What is your read on him?
When I found him,
he was struggling.
Torn between the man
he was born to be,
and the man your father
raised him to be.
The Comescus killed my mother.
I just need to know if this
guy's a threat to my family.
It's the age-old struggle,
Mr. Callen.
Nature versus nurture.
And the jury's still out.
KENSI:
Anna! Hi!
How are you?
Good!
Hey, it's good
to see you.
You too, Sam. Oh!
Oh, I'm so sorry we left you
in Cuba in that condition.
I hated that.
I'm good-- leg's all healed,
and compared to state prison,
Cuba was a vacation.
Sorry I missed
the wedding.
Are you kidding? It's fine.
Can I see pictures?
Of course.
You are gonna regret
asking for that.
How was the date last night?
Good.
ERIC:
Hey, guys, I think we got
a lead on Darius.
So, thanks to Anna,
we know that
Darius flew into LAX
yesterday using a false ID.
Now, on Callen's
suggestion,
we cross-referenced all the
passengers on Darius' flight
with the victims he left
behind in Europe,
and we flagged two passengers.
Brothers.
NELL:
Francisco and Santiago Navarro.
We know that they own a
manufacturing business in Spain,
and that they both
exchanged calls and texts
with one of the original
Barcelona victims.
So, Darius is
on the same flight?
Was he following them?
The Navarros could be
his next target.
You have a location?
Uh, the Navarros rented a unit
in a condo complex in Venice.
Send us the address.
Yeah.
Yep.
Anna?
Right.
Laying low.
Mm-hmm.
Be careful, Callen.
I will.
♪ ♪
Possible signs of a struggle.
Let's go in
quietly.
Yeah.
I got access
to the deck upstairs.
G, we're going in.
Ready.
Santiago's dead.
SAM:
So's Francisco.
I got Darius in the backyard!
Federal agents!
We'll cut him off in the car.
(engine starts)
Federal agent, out of the way!
(grunting)
(tires screech)
Freeze!
Federal agent!
(panting)
Put down your weapon,
Darius.
(panting)
Put it down.
(screams)
Last chance!
KENSI:
Put it down.
Got him.
I'm not your brother.
(children clamoring)
Well, that's a relief.
Did he say anything yet?
He hasn't said a word
since we brought him in.
We don't know why he's here,
but until we do...
I know. I'll stay on Jake.
Although, I got to be honest,
this kid's smart.
He almost made me at recess.
Hey, thank him for me.
Uh, uh, Callen
says thank you.
You tell him, "Not a problem."
And keep me posted, all right?
All right, bye.
Jake is doing
just fine.
Did you find anything
in Darius's belongings?
Not much,
but I am having ops run
this woman through facial rec.
Let me see.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Good work.
I'm going in.
CALLEN: Wait, wait, wait.
Excuse me?
I'm going to talk to him.
No, you're not.
We don't even know what
we're dealing with yet.
I know enough.
He's killed six people.
Eight with the Navarros.
So, you're just gonna walk
in there and ask him why?
No, Callen, I am going
to gain his trust.
'Cause that's
my mission.
To assess whether
he can be turned.
Wow.
You sound just like her.
Who?
Joelle.
Same arrogance,
same recklessness.
At least, she's not
wearing a wig.
It's a plus, right?
CALLAN: Hmm.
Anyway...
This is why she kept
getting into trouble.
You walk in there unprepared...
Don't tell me how
to do my job, Callen.
And Joe was right about you.
Oh, yeah?
You can't trust
the women in your life.
Yeah, 'cause of her.
Look, enough.
CIA is not allowed to operate
on American soil.
End of story.
NELL:
Sorry to interrupt.
What is it?
Sam just checked in
from the Navarros' rental house.
He found a thumb drive.
It's full of pictures
of... women.
NELL: They are of a graphic,
sexual nature, so
we ran them through
facial rec, focusing
on human trafficking
databases,
and we received
multiple hits.
Many of the them are also listed
as missing through INTERPOL.
What about her?
ERIC:
We had the same thought.
Uh, Mina Raducan.
Two months ago, her family
reported her kidnapped
from their village
in Patreni, Romania.
Now, I don't think I have
to tell you this, but--
That was Comescu territory.
NELL:
Exactly.
I need to talk to him.
Nikita is dead.
But in the days
before he died,
he told me about
your life as a boy.
That you preferred to hunt
rather than fish.
That you broke your arm
falling off the roof
after drinking
some of his vodka.
(quiet laugh)
How he set the bone
and cared for you
when you threw up the vodka.
(laughs)
You had the childhood
that I never had.
My life was supposed
to be different.
But then again...
so was yours.
I think that after Cuba,
you went in search of that life.
You went back to Romania.
And you found her.
And now because of you,
I have lost her again.
This is the closest I've come
since they took her.
CALLEN:
Since who took her?
Who, the Navarros,
the people you've killed?
Who are they?
If you want
to get her back,
you're gonna have
to start talking.
(sighs)
They are a tightly
controlled network--
businessmen,
local politicians,
corrupt police--
taking advantage of migrants,
the destitute...
the Romani.
She went to visit her friend.
To tell her the news.
We were getting married.
Mina liked to walk.
(short laugh)
Always did.
Hated being driven anywhere.
A witness said
they saw a car
pull up
alongside her.
It belonged
to a local policeman.
He was the first one I...
questioned.
I have been tracking her
ever since.
They brought her here?
To Los Angeles?
They are expanding
into a new market.
Francisco told me
that Mina and others
will be sold
at an auction today.
This is my last chance
to get her back.
Why did you take
the name Comescu again?
Do you know what they did?
Do you know the kind
of people they were?
I know exactly who they were.
That is why I took it.
As a Comescu, you can go places,
meet people, learn things
that a Reznikov could not.
I know...
about our families' history,
the blood feud.
But as long
as I can get Mina back,
that is all it is to me--
history.
If you want our help
finding Mina,
this is the deal.
The auction will
be held online.
The Navarros' thumb drive
includes instructions
on accessing
a dark Web VPN.
Can we trace
the source?
Maybe, but not
in three hours.
The thumb drive also had
two digital invitations
for an exclusive
auction viewing party
to be held at a private
residence in Beverly Hills.
Could they be holding
the trafficking victims there?
SAM: They wouldn't risk
exposing their location.
Someone at the party may know
where they're being held.
Could Sam and I go in undercover
using the invitations?
Theoretically, yes.
It only uses a
matrix barcode.
No identity or
biometric components.
But unfortunately, they won't be
enough to get you in the door.
There is a rather steep
cover charge: $20,000 per guest.
And each guest is instructed
to deposit that money
in a specific bank account
at the door.
Okay. Do we have
the account number?
It was included in an attached
file with the invitations,
but after the initial
opening, it self-deleted.
The Navarros' files are gone.
And they're not talking anymore.
Maybe they already did.
The account number to
get into the party.
Did Francisco give it to you?
Yes.
If you want our
help to find Mina,
we're gonna need that number.
Then you will need me.
I'll give you the account number
at the door.
We have two invitations-- one
for me and one for my partner.
I have a third from the
Navarros' contact in Barcelona.
You have been attacking
that group for months.
If they know who you are...
They don't.
I give you my word.
I'm not risking my team's
lives on your word.
Trust me, Grisha.
You've got one hour to give me
that number, or the deal is off.
(door opens)
(door closes)
ANNA:
Your name is Bruce Palmer.
You own a successful
laundry business
that provides services
to hotels and resorts.
And you rely
on this organization
to provide you with
a steady stream of cheap labor
and, um, sexual partners.
Well, it's definitely one of
the slimiest backstops
I've ever had,
so thank you for that.
I'm sorry
about earlier, Callen.
I know you trust me.
You let me go
when I was on the run last year.
You didn't have to.
And you're not like Joelle.
She never would have told me
that Darius was here,
so... thank you.
You weren't all wrong.
Working for the CIA,
with Joelle...
I don't like
what it's doing to me.
You could always get out.
And do what?
My job prospects are limited.
We just have to put
our heads together.
We can work
this out, Anna.
Sorry. Sorry.
Uh, you left Agent Castor
in the boatshed, right?
Yeah. Why?
I can't reach him,
and the cameras just
went dark.
I sent Agent Castor home.
What are you
doing here, Hetty?
Well, I talked to Darius,
and he's cooperated.
So you have the account number?
I do.
Well?
You can use my money
to get into the party,
but I have one condition.
(computer chirps)
If you can't trust Darius,
then trust me.
The clock is ticking,
Mr. Callen.
Wow. Anna Kolcheck, you have
the right to remain silent.
Deeks, what are you...?
Sorry. That was a joke.
I'm not a... I'm
not arresting you.
It was kind of funny.
It's good to see you.
Hey, is Jake back
with Alex?
Yeah. Safe and sound.
How we doing here?
I saw Beale breaking a sweat
in the gadget room.
Yeah, he's trying to trace
the auction location
back to where the trafficking
victims are being held.
But we think Callen and Sam
will have more luck
getting the location from
someone at the party.
Yeah, and once they do,
we'll go in with LAPD SWAT.
But first they have
to get in the door.
Right.
Ticket, sir?
(beeping)
Okay.
Put your arms up.
(trilling)
Turn around.
Thank you.
(trilling)
Yeah, you're good.
Okay.
One moment.
(trilling)
Go ahead
and turn around.
Hope you know
what you're doing here, Hetty.
ACCOUNTANT:
Good day, sir.
So glad you could join us.
If you would be so kind as
to enter your account
number for withdrawal.
And now the account number
to deposit the money.
Three, eight,
six, nine, six, two, five.
It is
an eight-digit number, sir.
Of course.
(trilling)
(beeps)
Slipped my mind there
for a second.
(chuckles)
I understand.
Please... enjoy the party.
Good day,
sir.
If you would
be so kind...
He didn't give you
all the numbers?
HETTY:
Apparently not.
Hetty...
He came through,
Mr. Callen.
That's the most important thing.
Yeah, well,
still has plenty of
opportunities to get us killed.
ACCOUNTANT: And now
the account number
to deposit
the money.
(typing)
Thank you.
Ugh.
Would you take a look at this
cesspool of disgusting people?
We should just send in Kensi
with a sniper rifle.
We need to ID someone
high up in the organization.
Someone who can lead us to where
the victims are being held.
DEEKS:
Whoa.
What?
What just happened?
Oh, my God.
All the comms are out, too.
They must have activated
a jammer.
REACT Team's on standby.
Should I send 'em in?
No. Wait till
they see signs of trouble.
(scoffs)
Son of a bitch.
Where are you going?
Beale's tracing the location
of the auction.
He's our last hope.
Thank you.
Nell, can you hear me?
The comms are dead.
Yeah, they're blocking
the signals.
SAM:
At least he's not
drawing any attention.
Maybe he's right.
They don't know
he's coming after them.
That was a dangerous play
back there.
It was insurance.
He wanted to make sure
if Hetty double-crossed him
and left him behind, he still
had something we needed.
Don't tell me
you wouldn't do the same thing.
MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
I'm Otto Schmidt,
your host for the evening.
I hope you've been
enjoying yourselves
because it is time
to get down... to business.
The auction... starts... now.
(applause)
But because you are,
as they say,
la crème de la crème,
I have a surprise--
a live auction just for you.
The very best
we have to offer.
La crème
de la crème for...
la crème de la crème.
Take it easy.
Beale, this auction started ten minutes ago.
I can read a clock.
Listen, if we can't find where
these people are being held
before it ends...
I am aware.
Okay, well, if anyone
can do this, you can.
No, I can't.
(beeping) What?
But they can.
And they did.
Wait. Who did?
I knew I couldn't do it alone
in enough time so I-I
crowdsourced the job
to my San Fran colleagues.
Hundreds of people
were working
with me to strip away the layers
of protection.
We did it.
It was a total team effort.
It's how we do our best work.
Send that address to
our phones. Beale?
Mm.
You're my favorite.
Oh.
Kensi!
OTTO: Ah, very good.
Thank you, sir.
I have 80. Do I hear 90
for the lovely Alma?
80. Going once.
Going twice.
Sold to the gentleman
with Iberian tastes.
And now, I turn your attention
back to the screen.
We will continue...
I need to get her out of here.
If she sees you,
she could blow your cover.
They have given her
so much drugs,
I could be standing
in front of her,
and she wouldn't recognize me.
They'll kill both of you.
Besides, we need to get 'em all
out of here, not just Mina.
I think I found
another way
to get to where
they're holding 'em,
but we got to
distract the guards.
(Otto speaking indistinctly)
I have an idea.
It might get messy.
Messy works.
OTTO: 10,000
to the anonymous gentleman.
KENSI: So, we believe
they're in one of two buildings
west of us.
Estimates show
20 to 30 hostages.
No Intel yet
on the number of hostiles.
And we have another operation
that could be compromised
if we move in too soon.
That's right.
So until we get
the green light,
we'll split up into two--
each team takes one
of the buildings.
In the meantime,
we'll sit tight.
Nell says the auction's
winding down.
Should be any minute now.
Those people are
probably terrified.
We're gonna get them out.
Hey.
We're gonna get them all out.
(quietly):
Yeah.
For our final lot
of the evening,
the radiant,
the luminescent, the...
glistening...
Mina!
Bidding will start at...
DARIUS:
$1 million!
Uh, sir, I do not believe
that is a serious bid.
Bidding...
No, you're right.
It wasn't.
$5 million.
I fear you have had
too much to drink, sir.
Please step aside
and let us continue.
$10 million.
No, 50. 100!
No amount
of money is enough.
Darius?
Mina.
Get him out of here.
(gunshots in distance)
You got this?
Go. He's gonna
need the help.
(keyboard clacking)
Kens, Deeks, the
auction's over.
You are good to go.
Let's move.
(woman groans)
Hey. No, no, no.
It's okay, it's okay.
I'm a federal agent.
Yo soy policía.
(gasps)
(grunts)
It's okay.
You're okay. I'm-I'm okay.
(birds squawking in distance)
(faint, distorted talking)
(weakly):
Mom?
No.
No.
(louder):
No.
No...!
(booming gunshot fades)
Smelling salts.
(panting softly)
(gunshots in distance)
(groaning)
Where you been?
You wouldn't believe it.
REACT team's here. They cleared
an exit out the back.
Can you help
one of them?
ALMA:
Yeah.
Where's Mina?
She ran off.
Darius went after her.
You good?
Yeah. Yeah.
Guys, we got to
cover more ground.
Split up,
stay on comms.
You, that way.
You, with me.
WOMAN (over comms):
Northwest corner cleared.
MAN:
Basement level cleared.
DEEKS:
Building A is clear.
Kensi, you find anything?
KENSI:
Stand by.
KENSI:
I got 'em.
Ground floor, northeast corner.
Federal agents!
(women screaming)
It's all right.
Stay where you are.
It's okay.
It's all right.
It's all right,
come on.
Come on, everyone.
Come on. Let's go.
Come on, everybody,
help each other.
Good shot.
Come on, come on, come on,
let's go, let's go.
Get out, get out.
Go, go, go, go.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
You okay?
Can you get up?
Are you okay?
Come on, up you go.
(gunshot)
KENSI:
No!
DEEKS:
No!
KENSI:
No, no, no, no, no!
All right.
No! Kens!
(grunts)
All right.
One, two,
three, go!
I got her. I got her. Go.
Go! Take her, take her, take her.
(grunts)
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. We got all of them.
Yeah, we did.
I got you.
We're almost there.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
(woman screams in distance)
Take her.
MAN:
Agent Hanna, over here.
I got her.
Take her, take her.
(Darius and Mina
speaking Russian)
Grisha...
(screams)
(Mina crying, shuddering)
♪ ♪
Good morning.
He's
defecting.
Really?
Agreed to share what he knows
about Russian intelligence
with the CIA.
In exchange, he and Mina
will be resettled.
So Anna got
what she wanted.
And so did you.
If you and Darius
couldn't find a way
to trust one another,
I feared the blood feud
would never end.
That is why you had me
take him on the undercover.
The circle of revenge
had to be broken.
It was worth the risk.
We were the ones
that took the risk.
Not just you.
That was my $60,000
you put up for the door charge.
(clears throat, sighs)
(music playing softly)
Eric and Nell are working
with FBI and Interpol
to identify
all the trafficking victims.
With any luck,
they'll all make it home.
How many more are out there?
SAM: Well, we got a lot
of Intel off those people
at that party.
They'll be found.
(door closes)
There he is. Waiting on you.
What's up?
Sorry, I was, uh,
pulling more agent files.
There's a couple in there
with potential.
I'll take a look.
It's gonna take a while,
but we will find someone.
DEEKS:
So...?
So... what?
Anna. Where is she?
(chuckles):
I don't know.
Haven't seen her
since last night.
And for all I know, she is back
hunting spies with Joelle.
Ow.
Are you kidding me right now?
The girl comes back to town, and
you just let her go like that?
Anna did not come back for me.
She had a mission, and...
yeah, I was involved
in that mission, but...
if that's the life she chooses,
I have to respect that.
And, uh... I think it's time
that I just move on.
You sure about that?
Hmm.
Yeah.
Wow. Um...
well, I'm sorry.
(chuckles):
Don't be sorry. I'm fine.
I'm just, uh...
You know, I'm tired,
and, uh...
I'm gonna take a rain check
on the beer.
Night.
Night, G.
Wow.
(sighs)
(door creaks)
♪ ♪
You know they're
gonna find out.
I know.
It's just until I
figure some things out:
the CIA, my
criminal record.
I don't want to get
anyone into trouble.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
What about me?
Oh, you?
Well, you maybe
just a little bit?
Mm-hmm.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
But before he went by Reznikov,
he went by another... Comescu.
If I learned anything
from my studies,
it's never to underestimate
a Comescu.
ANNA:
I'm staying.
What are you talking about?
We got to get you to a doctor.
They have doctors in Cuba.
I can't go back.
Not after my escape.
I'll stay with her and make sure
she gets to a hospital.
NELL:
A triple homicide
out of Barcelona
is now being linked
to several other attacks
across Europe.
I'm not even certain
that it's Anna
in that surveillance video.
CALLEN:
I know Anna. It's her.
(truck beeping)
Get them out.
(gasping)
Get out! Move!
Let's go!
Nah, keep going.
Move it.
Come on.
Get in.
(panting)
Stop!
(grunts)
Let's go!
(indistinct chatter)
Get in!
(grunting)
On your knees.
What a waste.
(screaming)
(crying)
♪ NCIS: LA 11x15 ♪
The Circle
Original Air Date on February 23, 2020
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
CALLEN:
Jason Park.
Top of his class at
Harvard Business School.
Instead of taking over his
father's insurance company,
he decided to join NYPD.
First day on the job,
he foils a bombing
in Times Square.
Incredible.
It is.
So why is he on
the reject pile?
He had it easy
his whole life.
Lives in a bubble.
Yeah, and when he got out
of it, he stepped up.
He-he stopped a bombing.
He's agent material.
Maybe. But not with us.
Is there anyone on this table
that you like?
Anyone?
Ronald Jackson.
Marine.
Saw combat in Afghanistan
and Iraq.
And still managed to be mayor
of his hometown.
He's got promise.
He will bail on us in two years.
He's career shopping.
What is he? Is he...
Is he a Marine?
A politician? An NCIS agent?
No.
Not gonna saddle our team
with someone that's
trying to find himself.
You didn't have a first name
till a couple of years ago.
(sighs)
This is not gonna be easy.
And it is gonna be a big change
for our team.
Yeah, well, I got to go.
I have dinner with Katherine.
Ooh.
Sounds nice.
And you're right.
It shouldn't be easy.
Yeah.
Enjoy your dinner.
I will.
Yo, E. I think that
stout is tapped out.
No problem. I'll change it.
Thanks, man.
CALLEN: Now, this is getting
a little personal.
It's just a question.
And I answered
the question.
Mm, mm.
Thank you.
Did you really? I mean, yes,
you said some words
that kind of implied
that you were open
to the possibility,
but I was looking
for a yes or no.
I thought you were the lawyer
in this relationship.
I am. But she's the judge,
and so as your lawyer,
I'd advise you
to answer the question.
Otherwise, she's gonna
hold you in contempt.
I don't know.
It's not something I...
want to think about right now.
I get that.
Okay, I just realized I have
no idea what the question is.
Is this about the video of Anna?
What the heck?
Are you serious right now?
Am I... No.
Oh, not Anna. I said Hanna.
Sam Hanna. Sam Anna. Sam-Anna.
They sound the same.
Nell told you.
No. Nell told
Eric, and Eric told Kensi.
Who then told her idiot husband.
And I just told you.
Yeah,
no, I remember. And no,
the question is not about Anna.
(chuckles): That is also
a really good question.
Good God, man.
What was the original question?
Do I really want Hetty's job?
Oh, wow.
Sam and I are
vetting potential new agents
to bring in
on the condition
that I would take over for Hetty
when she decides to step aside.
Yeah, but that would mean
no more time in the field.
Not necessarily. Hetty's out
in the field sometimes.
Yeah. And she has her
clandestine meetings
in cemeteries with
sociopathic poets,
and we all know how
that turned out.
No, he's-he's right.
Field time would be limited.
You ready for that?
That's a question
for another day.
I have a question for today.
Anna. Did you find her?
We had a few leads that fizzled.
Um, Arkady hasn't had
any luck, either.
But, uh, the truth is
if Anna doesn't want
to be found,
there's really nothing
anybody can do.
(country song playing quietly)
♪ ♪
(music stops playing)
That time already, huh?
You good, Callen?
Yeah, I'm good. Why don't you,
uh... why don't you go home.
I'll lock up.
Thanks.
All right, buddy. Good night.
Good night.
(door opens, closes)
(door opens)
What'd you forget this time?
(balls clack)
(door closes)
Hi, Callen.
Anna.
How are you?
I've been looking for you.
I was worried.
I know. I'm fine.
But I think
you might be in danger.
I laid low in Cuba
while my leg healed.
Joe went back to the States.
After six weeks,
I thought she'd forgotten
about me.
She can be a little cold.
Hmm.
I know what you mean.
Thank you.
But then one day,
she came back.
Apparently, the CIA
were impressed
with the results of our mission,
and they wanted to build on it.
They gave us a list
of Russian operatives,
and we were tasked with
tracking and turning
as many as we could.
Which is why I'm here.
Darius Reznikov?
(panting)
This was taken earlier today
at LAX.
I didn't think
he survived the bunker.
Neither did we.
Until some contacts
in the European underworld
started to hear
an old name resurface.
Comescu.
He's going by Comescu now?
I picked up his trail
in Barcelona.
He'd killed three people.
Yeah, I saw the report.
You made a cameo.
The police were on their way.
I had to make a quick exit.
He didn't just kill
these people.
He executed them.
He left a trail of bodies
throughout Europe,
and I can't make
heads or tails of it.
Some of the victims
have criminal records.
Petty thieves,
corrupt businessmen.
Others appear to be clean.
Look, the only
thing I do know
is that the last time
the Comescus posed a threat,
your family was
in their crosshairs.
And now he's in L.A.
ERIC:
Comescus.
I know.
I thought we had them
all accounted for.
Tell me about it. I wrote
a freaking paper on it,
for Pete's sake.
I remember a Vasile.
Yep. Dead,
courtesy of Callen.
Also an Anton.
Also dead. Also Callen.
What about Dracul?
Can't forget about him.
(laughs)
Not with a name like that.
Uh, let me guess.
Two shots.
Center mass. Uh, Callen.
Uh, so, this Darius guy?
He may be out to
even the score.
Huh.
Whoa, she's here.
NELL:
Well,
it looks like Callen didn't
have to find Anna after all.
She found him.
Anna?
Talking about Hetty.
If she's here, it's serious.
Hey.
Hey.
Whoa.
What?
Did-did she do that?
How did she do that?
NELL: Hetty said she would be
making some alterations.
I should have known she wasn't
talking about the furniture.
All right, we got to find
this Darius guy. Come on.
Must be some sort
of electrochromic glass
like lithium or tungsten.
God, I hope it's tungsten!
Beale?
Yeah.
Spit-spot.
ANNA: I used an alias to hitch a ride
into March Air Base.
The CIA still thinks
I'm in Europe.
And Joelle.
Where is she?
Tracking another operative.
I can't say where.
HETTY:
Mm-hmm.
Does she know you're here?
No.
Anna's taken
a big risk,
Hetty. She's still a
fugitive in this country.
I understand I'll need
to lay low while I'm here,
but Darius is my mission.
I need to talk
to Mr. Callen now.
I've missed you.
(door opens, closes)
I have a unit on Alex.
Deeks is watching Jake's school.
And I have eyes
on my father's grave,
in case Darius decides
to pay his respects.
Look, Hetty,
I've only interacted
with this guy for a few seconds,
but you've spent time with him.
What is your read on him?
When I found him,
he was struggling.
Torn between the man
he was born to be,
and the man your father
raised him to be.
The Comescus killed my mother.
I just need to know if this
guy's a threat to my family.
It's the age-old struggle,
Mr. Callen.
Nature versus nurture.
And the jury's still out.
KENSI:
Anna! Hi!
How are you?
Good!
Hey, it's good
to see you.
You too, Sam. Oh!
Oh, I'm so sorry we left you
in Cuba in that condition.
I hated that.
I'm good-- leg's all healed,
and compared to state prison,
Cuba was a vacation.
Sorry I missed
the wedding.
Are you kidding? It's fine.
Can I see pictures?
Of course.
You are gonna regret
asking for that.
How was the date last night?
Good.
ERIC:
Hey, guys, I think we got
a lead on Darius.
So, thanks to Anna,
we know that
Darius flew into LAX
yesterday using a false ID.
Now, on Callen's
suggestion,
we cross-referenced all the
passengers on Darius' flight
with the victims he left
behind in Europe,
and we flagged two passengers.
Brothers.
NELL:
Francisco and Santiago Navarro.
We know that they own a
manufacturing business in Spain,
and that they both
exchanged calls and texts
with one of the original
Barcelona victims.
So, Darius is
on the same flight?
Was he following them?
The Navarros could be
his next target.
You have a location?
Uh, the Navarros rented a unit
in a condo complex in Venice.
Send us the address.
Yeah.
Yep.
Anna?
Right.
Laying low.
Mm-hmm.
Be careful, Callen.
I will.
♪ ♪
Possible signs of a struggle.
Let's go in
quietly.
Yeah.
I got access
to the deck upstairs.
G, we're going in.
Ready.
Santiago's dead.
SAM:
So's Francisco.
I got Darius in the backyard!
Federal agents!
We'll cut him off in the car.
(engine starts)
Federal agent, out of the way!
(grunting)
(tires screech)
Freeze!
Federal agent!
(panting)
Put down your weapon,
Darius.
(panting)
Put it down.
(screams)
Last chance!
KENSI:
Put it down.
Got him.
I'm not your brother.
(children clamoring)
Well, that's a relief.
Did he say anything yet?
He hasn't said a word
since we brought him in.
We don't know why he's here,
but until we do...
I know. I'll stay on Jake.
Although, I got to be honest,
this kid's smart.
He almost made me at recess.
Hey, thank him for me.
Uh, uh, Callen
says thank you.
You tell him, "Not a problem."
And keep me posted, all right?
All right, bye.
Jake is doing
just fine.
Did you find anything
in Darius's belongings?
Not much,
but I am having ops run
this woman through facial rec.
Let me see.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Good work.
I'm going in.
CALLEN: Wait, wait, wait.
Excuse me?
I'm going to talk to him.
No, you're not.
We don't even know what
we're dealing with yet.
I know enough.
He's killed six people.
Eight with the Navarros.
So, you're just gonna walk
in there and ask him why?
No, Callen, I am going
to gain his trust.
'Cause that's
my mission.
To assess whether
he can be turned.
Wow.
You sound just like her.
Who?
Joelle.
Same arrogance,
same recklessness.
At least, she's not
wearing a wig.
It's a plus, right?
CALLAN: Hmm.
Anyway...
This is why she kept
getting into trouble.
You walk in there unprepared...
Don't tell me how
to do my job, Callen.
And Joe was right about you.
Oh, yeah?
You can't trust
the women in your life.
Yeah, 'cause of her.
Look, enough.
CIA is not allowed to operate
on American soil.
End of story.
NELL:
Sorry to interrupt.
What is it?
Sam just checked in
from the Navarros' rental house.
He found a thumb drive.
It's full of pictures
of... women.
NELL: They are of a graphic,
sexual nature, so
we ran them through
facial rec, focusing
on human trafficking
databases,
and we received
multiple hits.
Many of the them are also listed
as missing through INTERPOL.
What about her?
ERIC:
We had the same thought.
Uh, Mina Raducan.
Two months ago, her family
reported her kidnapped
from their village
in Patreni, Romania.
Now, I don't think I have
to tell you this, but--
That was Comescu territory.
NELL:
Exactly.
I need to talk to him.
Nikita is dead.
But in the days
before he died,
he told me about
your life as a boy.
That you preferred to hunt
rather than fish.
That you broke your arm
falling off the roof
after drinking
some of his vodka.
(quiet laugh)
How he set the bone
and cared for you
when you threw up the vodka.
(laughs)
You had the childhood
that I never had.
My life was supposed
to be different.
But then again...
so was yours.
I think that after Cuba,
you went in search of that life.
You went back to Romania.
And you found her.
And now because of you,
I have lost her again.
This is the closest I've come
since they took her.
CALLEN:
Since who took her?
Who, the Navarros,
the people you've killed?
Who are they?
If you want
to get her back,
you're gonna have
to start talking.
(sighs)
They are a tightly
controlled network--
businessmen,
local politicians,
corrupt police--
taking advantage of migrants,
the destitute...
the Romani.
She went to visit her friend.
To tell her the news.
We were getting married.
Mina liked to walk.
(short laugh)
Always did.
Hated being driven anywhere.
A witness said
they saw a car
pull up
alongside her.
It belonged
to a local policeman.
He was the first one I...
questioned.
I have been tracking her
ever since.
They brought her here?
To Los Angeles?
They are expanding
into a new market.
Francisco told me
that Mina and others
will be sold
at an auction today.
This is my last chance
to get her back.
Why did you take
the name Comescu again?
Do you know what they did?
Do you know the kind
of people they were?
I know exactly who they were.
That is why I took it.
As a Comescu, you can go places,
meet people, learn things
that a Reznikov could not.
I know...
about our families' history,
the blood feud.
But as long
as I can get Mina back,
that is all it is to me--
history.
If you want our help
finding Mina,
this is the deal.
The auction will
be held online.
The Navarros' thumb drive
includes instructions
on accessing
a dark Web VPN.
Can we trace
the source?
Maybe, but not
in three hours.
The thumb drive also had
two digital invitations
for an exclusive
auction viewing party
to be held at a private
residence in Beverly Hills.
Could they be holding
the trafficking victims there?
SAM: They wouldn't risk
exposing their location.
Someone at the party may know
where they're being held.
Could Sam and I go in undercover
using the invitations?
Theoretically, yes.
It only uses a
matrix barcode.
No identity or
biometric components.
But unfortunately, they won't be
enough to get you in the door.
There is a rather steep
cover charge: $20,000 per guest.
And each guest is instructed
to deposit that money
in a specific bank account
at the door.
Okay. Do we have
the account number?
It was included in an attached
file with the invitations,
but after the initial
opening, it self-deleted.
The Navarros' files are gone.
And they're not talking anymore.
Maybe they already did.
The account number to
get into the party.
Did Francisco give it to you?
Yes.
If you want our
help to find Mina,
we're gonna need that number.
Then you will need me.
I'll give you the account number
at the door.
We have two invitations-- one
for me and one for my partner.
I have a third from the
Navarros' contact in Barcelona.
You have been attacking
that group for months.
If they know who you are...
They don't.
I give you my word.
I'm not risking my team's
lives on your word.
Trust me, Grisha.
You've got one hour to give me
that number, or the deal is off.
(door opens)
(door closes)
ANNA:
Your name is Bruce Palmer.
You own a successful
laundry business
that provides services
to hotels and resorts.
And you rely
on this organization
to provide you with
a steady stream of cheap labor
and, um, sexual partners.
Well, it's definitely one of
the slimiest backstops
I've ever had,
so thank you for that.
I'm sorry
about earlier, Callen.
I know you trust me.
You let me go
when I was on the run last year.
You didn't have to.
And you're not like Joelle.
She never would have told me
that Darius was here,
so... thank you.
You weren't all wrong.
Working for the CIA,
with Joelle...
I don't like
what it's doing to me.
You could always get out.
And do what?
My job prospects are limited.
We just have to put
our heads together.
We can work
this out, Anna.
Sorry. Sorry.
Uh, you left Agent Castor
in the boatshed, right?
Yeah. Why?
I can't reach him,
and the cameras just
went dark.
I sent Agent Castor home.
What are you
doing here, Hetty?
Well, I talked to Darius,
and he's cooperated.
So you have the account number?
I do.
Well?
You can use my money
to get into the party,
but I have one condition.
(computer chirps)
If you can't trust Darius,
then trust me.
The clock is ticking,
Mr. Callen.
Wow. Anna Kolcheck, you have
the right to remain silent.
Deeks, what are you...?
Sorry. That was a joke.
I'm not a... I'm
not arresting you.
It was kind of funny.
It's good to see you.
Hey, is Jake back
with Alex?
Yeah. Safe and sound.
How we doing here?
I saw Beale breaking a sweat
in the gadget room.
Yeah, he's trying to trace
the auction location
back to where the trafficking
victims are being held.
But we think Callen and Sam
will have more luck
getting the location from
someone at the party.
Yeah, and once they do,
we'll go in with LAPD SWAT.
But first they have
to get in the door.
Right.
Ticket, sir?
(beeping)
Okay.
Put your arms up.
(trilling)
Turn around.
Thank you.
(trilling)
Yeah, you're good.
Okay.
One moment.
(trilling)
Go ahead
and turn around.
Hope you know
what you're doing here, Hetty.
ACCOUNTANT:
Good day, sir.
So glad you could join us.
If you would be so kind as
to enter your account
number for withdrawal.
And now the account number
to deposit the money.
Three, eight,
six, nine, six, two, five.
It is
an eight-digit number, sir.
Of course.
(trilling)
(beeps)
Slipped my mind there
for a second.
(chuckles)
I understand.
Please... enjoy the party.
Good day,
sir.
If you would
be so kind...
He didn't give you
all the numbers?
HETTY:
Apparently not.
Hetty...
He came through,
Mr. Callen.
That's the most important thing.
Yeah, well,
still has plenty of
opportunities to get us killed.
ACCOUNTANT: And now
the account number
to deposit
the money.
(typing)
Thank you.
Ugh.
Would you take a look at this
cesspool of disgusting people?
We should just send in Kensi
with a sniper rifle.
We need to ID someone
high up in the organization.
Someone who can lead us to where
the victims are being held.
DEEKS:
Whoa.
What?
What just happened?
Oh, my God.
All the comms are out, too.
They must have activated
a jammer.
REACT Team's on standby.
Should I send 'em in?
No. Wait till
they see signs of trouble.
(scoffs)
Son of a bitch.
Where are you going?
Beale's tracing the location
of the auction.
He's our last hope.
Thank you.
Nell, can you hear me?
The comms are dead.
Yeah, they're blocking
the signals.
SAM:
At least he's not
drawing any attention.
Maybe he's right.
They don't know
he's coming after them.
That was a dangerous play
back there.
It was insurance.
He wanted to make sure
if Hetty double-crossed him
and left him behind, he still
had something we needed.
Don't tell me
you wouldn't do the same thing.
MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
I'm Otto Schmidt,
your host for the evening.
I hope you've been
enjoying yourselves
because it is time
to get down... to business.
The auction... starts... now.
(applause)
But because you are,
as they say,
la crème de la crème,
I have a surprise--
a live auction just for you.
The very best
we have to offer.
La crème
de la crème for...
la crème de la crème.
Take it easy.
Beale, this auction started ten minutes ago.
I can read a clock.
Listen, if we can't find where
these people are being held
before it ends...
I am aware.
Okay, well, if anyone
can do this, you can.
No, I can't.
(beeping) What?
But they can.
And they did.
Wait. Who did?
I knew I couldn't do it alone
in enough time so I-I
crowdsourced the job
to my San Fran colleagues.
Hundreds of people
were working
with me to strip away the layers
of protection.
We did it.
It was a total team effort.
It's how we do our best work.
Send that address to
our phones. Beale?
Mm.
You're my favorite.
Oh.
Kensi!
OTTO: Ah, very good.
Thank you, sir.
I have 80. Do I hear 90
for the lovely Alma?
80. Going once.
Going twice.
Sold to the gentleman
with Iberian tastes.
And now, I turn your attention
back to the screen.
We will continue...
I need to get her out of here.
If she sees you,
she could blow your cover.
They have given her
so much drugs,
I could be standing
in front of her,
and she wouldn't recognize me.
They'll kill both of you.
Besides, we need to get 'em all
out of here, not just Mina.
I think I found
another way
to get to where
they're holding 'em,
but we got to
distract the guards.
(Otto speaking indistinctly)
I have an idea.
It might get messy.
Messy works.
OTTO: 10,000
to the anonymous gentleman.
KENSI: So, we believe
they're in one of two buildings
west of us.
Estimates show
20 to 30 hostages.
No Intel yet
on the number of hostiles.
And we have another operation
that could be compromised
if we move in too soon.
That's right.
So until we get
the green light,
we'll split up into two--
each team takes one
of the buildings.
In the meantime,
we'll sit tight.
Nell says the auction's
winding down.
Should be any minute now.
Those people are
probably terrified.
We're gonna get them out.
Hey.
We're gonna get them all out.
(quietly):
Yeah.
For our final lot
of the evening,
the radiant,
the luminescent, the...
glistening...
Mina!
Bidding will start at...
DARIUS:
$1 million!
Uh, sir, I do not believe
that is a serious bid.
Bidding...
No, you're right.
It wasn't.
$5 million.
I fear you have had
too much to drink, sir.
Please step aside
and let us continue.
$10 million.
No, 50. 100!
No amount
of money is enough.
Darius?
Mina.
Get him out of here.
(gunshots in distance)
You got this?
Go. He's gonna
need the help.
(keyboard clacking)
Kens, Deeks, the
auction's over.
You are good to go.
Let's move.
(woman groans)
Hey. No, no, no.
It's okay, it's okay.
I'm a federal agent.
Yo soy policía.
(gasps)
(grunts)
It's okay.
You're okay. I'm-I'm okay.
(birds squawking in distance)
(faint, distorted talking)
(weakly):
Mom?
No.
No.
(louder):
No.
No...!
(booming gunshot fades)
Smelling salts.
(panting softly)
(gunshots in distance)
(groaning)
Where you been?
You wouldn't believe it.
REACT team's here. They cleared
an exit out the back.
Can you help
one of them?
ALMA:
Yeah.
Where's Mina?
She ran off.
Darius went after her.
You good?
Yeah. Yeah.
Guys, we got to
cover more ground.
Split up,
stay on comms.
You, that way.
You, with me.
WOMAN (over comms):
Northwest corner cleared.
MAN:
Basement level cleared.
DEEKS:
Building A is clear.
Kensi, you find anything?
KENSI:
Stand by.
KENSI:
I got 'em.
Ground floor, northeast corner.
Federal agents!
(women screaming)
It's all right.
Stay where you are.
It's okay.
It's all right.
It's all right,
come on.
Come on, everyone.
Come on. Let's go.
Come on, everybody,
help each other.
Good shot.
Come on, come on, come on,
let's go, let's go.
Get out, get out.
Go, go, go, go.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
You okay?
Can you get up?
Are you okay?
Come on, up you go.
(gunshot)
KENSI:
No!
DEEKS:
No!
KENSI:
No, no, no, no, no!
All right.
No! Kens!
(grunts)
All right.
One, two,
three, go!
I got her. I got her. Go.
Go! Take her, take her, take her.
(grunts)
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. We got all of them.
Yeah, we did.
I got you.
We're almost there.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
(woman screams in distance)
Take her.
MAN:
Agent Hanna, over here.
I got her.
Take her, take her.
(Darius and Mina
speaking Russian)
Grisha...
(screams)
(Mina crying, shuddering)
♪ ♪
Good morning.
He's
defecting.
Really?
Agreed to share what he knows
about Russian intelligence
with the CIA.
In exchange, he and Mina
will be resettled.
So Anna got
what she wanted.
And so did you.
If you and Darius
couldn't find a way
to trust one another,
I feared the blood feud
would never end.
That is why you had me
take him on the undercover.
The circle of revenge
had to be broken.
It was worth the risk.
We were the ones
that took the risk.
Not just you.
That was my $60,000
you put up for the door charge.
(clears throat, sighs)
(music playing softly)
Eric and Nell are working
with FBI and Interpol
to identify
all the trafficking victims.
With any luck,
they'll all make it home.
How many more are out there?
SAM: Well, we got a lot
of Intel off those people
at that party.
They'll be found.
(door closes)
There he is. Waiting on you.
What's up?
Sorry, I was, uh,
pulling more agent files.
There's a couple in there
with potential.
I'll take a look.
It's gonna take a while,
but we will find someone.
DEEKS:
So...?
So... what?
Anna. Where is she?
(chuckles):
I don't know.
Haven't seen her
since last night.
And for all I know, she is back
hunting spies with Joelle.
Ow.
Are you kidding me right now?
The girl comes back to town, and
you just let her go like that?
Anna did not come back for me.
She had a mission, and...
yeah, I was involved
in that mission, but...
if that's the life she chooses,
I have to respect that.
And, uh... I think it's time
that I just move on.
You sure about that?
Hmm.
Yeah.
Wow. Um...
well, I'm sorry.
(chuckles):
Don't be sorry. I'm fine.
I'm just, uh...
You know, I'm tired,
and, uh...
I'm gonna take a rain check
on the beer.
Night.
Night, G.
Wow.
(sighs)
(door creaks)
♪ ♪
You know they're
gonna find out.
I know.
It's just until I
figure some things out:
the CIA, my
criminal record.
I don't want to get
anyone into trouble.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
What about me?
Oh, you?
Well, you maybe
just a little bit?
Mm-hmm.
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