NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 12, Episode 3 - Angry Karen - full transcript

[phone ringing]

Hetty, oh, my God,
where are you?

Nowhere I want to be.

I need a favor.

Hetty, I-I don't work here
anymore.

But the team needs someone
to run point.

I've got to go.

I'll check in when I can.
Good luck.

Oh, my God, Hetty.
No, no, no. Wait!

[phone ringing][sighs]

Where is Eric?



Uh, he's... officially on vacation.

What's up, guys? Hey.

FBI Agent Rountree.

Working with NCIS now.

SAM: You sure
this is the right place?

Uh, yeah, that was the address
in the e-mail.

[sighs]

And Hetty vetted this guy?

I've been trying
to get some more

information out of her,
but you know,

communications with Hetty have
been even more sporadic

and, let's say,
cryptic than normal.

I wonder why.

Well, clearly,



she's involved
in something crucial.

Oh, and we're not?

No, of course we are.

I'm just saying that...

whatever she's doing
right now is of priority.

And it conveniently forces you

into assuming a role
you didn't want.

Yeah, I know,
but she was in a jam,

and it's just
till she gets back.

You're sure about that?

I mean, think about it.

Hetty invites you to meet her,

then ghosts you
before you get here.

I mean, it's not like
this is the first time

Hetty has disappeared
for an extended period of time.

It's the first time she's done
it after leaving you in charge.

Well, she was desperate.

When have you known Hetty

not to have an ulterior motive
or two?

Or six.

The longer she's away,

the longer you run the show,

and the more confidence
and experience you get.

So, you think she's trying
to get me to submit for her job

when she finally decides
to leave NCIS?

Showtime.

Any idea what this guy wants?

Uh, not specifically.

According to Hetty,
he has information vital

to national security.

Why didn't he just put it in
an e-mail like everybody else?

[engine revving,
tires squealing]

Sam?

Sam, what's happening?

[panting]
Son of a bitch tried
to run me over.

My God, are you okay?

No. I'm pissed.

[groans softly]Call 911.

He's gonna need an ambulance

or a coroner if he tries
anything else stupid.

[quietly]:
Oh, great.

♪

Everything okay? Yeah, no.

Things are good.
Things are really good.

That's not your "all good" voice.

What's going on?

I'm starting to
question my choice

in deep-sea predators,
you know?

Maybe the gold shark
was too flashy.

Maybe we should have gone
with, like, a bronze barracuda.

Looks like the evil lair
of a Russian oligarch.

What's this?

Oh, that? That's nothing.

That's just
a little police reform.

LAPD is undergoing a
public safety review

to avoid defunding,
and part of that is

the cancellation
of all partnerships.

Liaisons. I'm being recalled,
like a Ford Pinto.

When? Already happened. Done-zo.

Deuces.

See ya.

Deeks, this says temporarily.

Uh-huh.

Hetty can pull some strings.

Nobody even knows
where Hetty is.

There's nothing she can't fix
with a phone call, right?

And plus, I could kind of use a new partner for a day.

No offense, buddy, but your
musical tastes are killing me.

I think it's actually
required by law

that you have to sing along
with Journey.

This isn't really
bothering you, is it?

Oh, come on, babe. Look.

Worst-case scenario...

Okay....you quit the force.

Yup.

You attend FLETC.Right.

And you become
a full-time NCIS agent.

Yeah. Then they can transfer
me any place in the world.

Could end up
in Mogadishu

or-or-or... Barstow or Iowa.

Do you actually think
Hetty would let that happen?

Yeah, nobody wants to go...And look, maybe thisis a good thing.

Right? Maybe it's time
that you become one of us.

[phone ringing] Assuming, of course,

you can pass the training.

The seven push-ups and... [clears throat]

Hi, Fatima.

Tell her I said hi. What?

Did you tell her I said hi?

Is he okay?

Yeah, of course.
I'll be right there. Bye.

What happened?

Somebody tried
to run down Sam last night.

What? Who?

I don't know, but I'm sure as heck gonna find out.

I'm coming with you. No.

You are gonna stay here, okay?

This, too, shall pass, and plus, when I, uh, get back,

I want this place sparkling.

Hey, do me a favor?

Yeah.

Be careful.

Always. And keep me posted!

Yup.You can send me a text or a TikTok.

FATIMA:
The driver's name

is Donald Harris,
36, single, no priors.

He's a CPA who works for
an accounting firm in Westwood.

Who supposedly has information
vital to our national security?

According to Hetty, he left
a message on our tip line.

Does his firm handle
military contracts?

Nope. And from what
I can find,

they're a modest operation
dealing mostly

with small businesses
and personal taxes.

Well, I suppose it could be
a front for something bigger.

See if you can get a list
of their clientele.

Will do.

If this guy wanted
to meet with us,

why would he try
and run down Sam?

Maybe he got spooked.

So why not just drive away?

It's a good point.

You think it was a setup?

Possibly.

What's this guy's beef with us?

Difficult to say at this point,

but we have all accumulated
a list of enemies.

Well, I guess I have that
to look forward to.

One of the many perks
of this job.

Well, hopefully,

this guy'll pull through.
He can tell us

just what the hell he was up to.

ROUNTREE: Unfortunately,
he's still in the ER.

He was still in critical
condition last time I checked.

They need to get him
into surgery,

but he's not stable enough
to move yet.

Got pretty banged up
for not wearing that seat belt.

NELL: Who doesn't wear
a seat belt these days?

Maybe he wanted to hurt himself.

Yeah, well, he could have done that without trying to kill Sam.

True.

So, has anyone shown up for him?

Just me. Does he have
any next of kin?

Mm, Fatima's still trying
to track 'em down.

All right, copy that.
Well, I'll let you know

if he pulls through,
if anybody shows up for him.

[siren chirps]

[indistinct radio chatter]

You sure you're all right?

Nothing a couple of beers anda good night's sleep won't cure.

You ever seenthe driver before?

No. His name is Donald Harris,
but I've never heard of him.

Hmm. Airbag didn't deploy.

Could have been a malfunction,

or he disabled
it on purpose.

What do you make
of the seat belt?

It's still buckled.

It was cut,

but they left just enough intact
so that you wouldn't notice.

Till you needed it
to prevent you

from flying
through the windshield.

Maybe you weren't the target,
and he was.

Still doesn't explain why
he tried to run me down.

Unless somebody wanted
both of you dead.

ROUNTREE: Donald Harris is out of surgery.

[elevator dings] They were able
to stop the bleeding,

and they think
he's gonna pull through.

NELL: Well, that's great.
I needed some good news.

Yeah, I don't... I don't know
how good it actually is.

Well, if he survives,
he can tell us

what's going on here. Yeah, well,

unfortunately, he suffered
a traumatic brain injury, and

they don't know
if he's gonna pull through.

And even if he does, the damage
may have been so severe

that he won't be able
to communicate with us.

Yeah.

One step forward,
two steps back.

What do you want me to do?

Uh, sit tight.
I'm gonna contact the others.

We might not even need Harris

if we have some new leads
to follow.

Copy that. I'll stick around

just in case
he does regain consciousness.

Sounds good. Thanks, Rountree.

[clears throat]

Hey, Kens, how's it going?

Well, no joy here.

Donald Harris's boss lawyered up

as soon as I identified myself.

That's kind of odd.

Did he seem like
he was hiding something?

I don't know.

He was wound up pretty tight,

even for an accountant.

[laughs]

You want me to try for a
subpoena or a search warrant?

No. Hopefully,
we won't need one.

His attorney's meeting me
at the boatshed

to answer a few questions, so...

Well, I guess
that's better than nothing.

Yeah. I just

hope it's not
a complete time suck.

Huh.

Oh, hey, I heard about Deeks.

Are you sure you don't want to
partner up with someone today?

You know what? No.

I'll grab somebody if I need it.

I'm actually, uh,
enjoying the peace and quiet.

Especially the quiet, but
don't tell Deeks I said that,

'cause you know Deeks.

Ah, your secrets are safe
with me. You know,

I'm thinking we should have
someone sit on Harris's boss,

just in case he's using
this whole lawyer thing

as a distraction while he tries
to make a run for it.

Yup, that's a good idea. Sure.

W-W-H-D.

What Would Hetty Do?

You got it.

So how is the rest
of the team making out?

Well, Callen believes
that the safety equipment

in Harris's vehicle shows signs
of tampering,

though we have no way of knowing

who may have done that or why.

It turns out
that Harris has a roommate,

one Emma Jones--

no relation to a moi--

but she coincidently
called 911 this morning.

Why did she do that? Well, it turns out

someone broke into the home
she shares with Harris,

turned the place upside down
looking for something.

Interesting.

Very.

Sam's on his way
to talk to her now,

and Rountree's still at the
hospital waiting for Harris

to regain consciousness,
though that may not happen

due to the severity
of his injuries.

All right, I'll let you know
how I do with Harris's boss.

Roger that.

[whirring]

[indistinct announcement
over P.A.]

[line rings]

[phone rings]

What's up, Rountree?

You alone?

Yeah, why?

Anything going on there?

Any new leads I can run down
or something?

You bored?

Yeah, I've been stuck
in a hospital

for hours waiting on a guy who
may never come out of a coma.

Don't say that.

No, no, I hope he wakes up.

It's just, I feel like
I could be doing something

a little more useful
than babysitting.

[exhales]
You want to switch?

I've been stuck in Ops all day.

Well, at least you got access
to free coffee and snacks.

So are you hungry or just bored?

Both.

I'll let you know
if we find anything.

Please do. I'm dying.

[indistinct announcement
over P.A.]

Hope they gota good body man.

Hmm.

So you think they sabotaged his car?

It looks that way.

So, uh...what can I do to help?

I just need you to scrub
through the computers-- GPS

to see where it's been,
Bluetooth to get a record

of phone calls,
the whole package.

You know how to do that, right?

Uh... yeah.

In theory.

It's more of an Eric thing, but I can probably figure it out.

It's good for agents to know how to do all this stuff, right?

Would you like me to show you?

Could you? I-If you have time.

Sure.

All right, look, most cars

have several onboard computers
that share dozens

of gigabytes of information
every hour.

Everything
from engine diagnostics

to your favorite radio station.

All of which is recorded.Yep.

Including where you been,
who you called

and even what your cameras saw.

That's a little scary.

Uh, you want scary?

You plug your smartphone in, it
starts to download information.

Contacts, uh,

names, numbers, e-mails,
even photos.

EMMA:
I went out to run some errands
and when I got home,

the house had been
turned upside down.

The police said it was probably
someone looking for drugs

or money or things to steal
for money to buy drugs, I...

Yeah, well...that's possible.

I don't know if I can
ever go back in there.

I do not normally drink

at whatever the hell
time of day it is.

It's just this
and now Donnie's

in this bad
accident and I...

[exhales]

Donnie's in good hands.

And I understand-- this type

of violation of your personal
space can be unsettling.

You feel vulnerable.

It can beoverwhelming.

Yeah.

You have somewhere elseyou can go for a few days?

Yeah, I'm going
to my sister's.

She's swinging by
to get me after work.

Good, good.Yeah.

Do you know anyone
who would want to hurt Donnie?

No.

Donnie doesn't
have any enemies.

I mean, except for the other
teams at our trivia night.

Uh, no, no, he's
almost toonice.

You know, he's really quiet,
but thoughtful.

Are you two
romantically involved?

Oh, no, I love him,
but he's not my type.

Which is why we make
such good roommates.

Does he ever talk about work?

No.

He ever mention anything

that he thought could be
a threat to national security?

[laughs]

[stammers]
No, no!

But that-that does
sound like Donnie.

He could be a bit of
a drama queen at times.

How so?

Not, like, in a bad way.

More in a funny way.

H-He's just very "by the book."

That's probably why he's
such a good accountant.

He-he likes to follow the rules.

And he can get spicy

when people don't.

He ever mention
any of his clients?

Never. That would be
a violation of his rules.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Oh, please, yeah.

SAM:
What's up, Nell?

Hey, Sam, you got
a sitrep for me?

[chuckles]
A sitrep?

Yeah, you know, as in

a situation report--
how we doing with the roommate?

Does she know why Donald Harris
wanted to speak with us?

Or why someone tore
their place apart?

Nell, I know what a sitrep is.

Uh-huh, I see
what happened here, um...

Yeah, so I shouldn't
have called you.

Right? Of course, yes.

Why would I call you
unless I have

some new information for you?

Because you'll call me
when you've got some

new information for me.

That's normally how it works.

Yeah, no.

I-I-I know that.

And I think I'm just
kind of feeling, you know,

a little overly anxious here.

I'm trying to be on top
of everything

and be there for you guys.

But Hetty has this way
of making everything look so

easy, like she's not
even trying and...

Nell...Here I am trying and the more

I try, the more
awkward it looks.

And feels.

Nell!Yeah?

You're doing a great job.

No, I'm not,
but thank you for saying that.

Have I ever lied to you?

No.

Then you have to believe me
when I say these words.

You're doing a great job.

Okay?

Thanks, Sam.

The roommate says Donald Harris

can be overly dramatic, so when
he says he's concerned about

a threat to national security,
it could be an exaggeration.

Well, there was nothing

exaggerated about the way
he tried to mow you down.

Same with whoever tossed
this place.

Let me give it one more pass.

Make sure I didn't
miss anything-- if I did,

I'll call you with a sitrep.

Okay.

See, now you don't have
to go making fun.

I was just trying
to keep it official.

Goodbye, Acting
Operations Manager Jones.

Goodbye, Special Agent
Sam Hanna.

[steady beeping]

[beeping rapidly]

Hmm.

♪

Found this hidden
in Donald's bedroom.

This is a very sophisticated

piece ofsurveillance equipment.

Wait, someone was watching him?

Watching and listening.

You have anyonein the house recently?

A housekeeper, service people,

repair man?No.

Uh... nobody.

You know if this frame had
a picture in it by chance?

Oh, yeah, that was Donnie
and his friend Keilani

at last year's Goblin Gala.

It's a cosplay event.

[laughs] Right.

Right.

Uh, you have
a last name on Keilani?

Kim. She's an accountant, too.

They went to school together.

Are they a couple?

No, no.

But I know Donnie wishes
they were.

She's hot.

You have a phone number
or an address?

Um... I'm not sure.
I should have.

I haven't seen her
in a while because she moved

to Oxnard a couple years ago
for work.

Donnie was pretty bummed.

You know where she works?

Yeah, Point Mugu.

NBVC?

Hmm?

Naval Base Ventura County?

Oh, yeah!

But she's not, like,
on a ship or anything.

Like I said,
she's an accountant.

NORMAN:
Mr. Harris is a model

employee that has worked
for my client's firm

for over 12 years.

Does Mr. Harris have any
enemies in the workplace?

[chuckles]My client does not operate

a hostile work environment.

So no.

Did Mr. Harris have any problems

with any of the accounts
that he was responsible for?

All those served at my client's
firm are extremely satisfied

with the service
they've received.

And when they're not?

It's never happened.

Well, that's... fortunate.

Miss Bile...It's Special Agent Blye.

As I was attempting to say
before your interruption,

whatever misunderstandingyou may have had

with Mr. Harris, I can assure
you it has nothing to do

with his dealings
at my client's firm.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me while
I take this.

Just hang tight.

Hey, Nell, what's up?

Hey, Kens, how's it going?

Well, have you seen
A Few Good Men?'Cause it's

the exact opposite
of that actually.

It's more like an episode
of Judge Judy

mixed with
a mattress commercial.

Any word on Harris's condition?

Well, he made it out of surgery,

but he may have suffered
permanent brain damage.

But get this--
Sam found evidence

that someone had Harris
under surveillance.

And that Harris
had a close friend

named Keilani Kim who works

as an accountant for the Navy
at Point Mugu.

Huh, the plot thickens.And it just

keeps getting thicker,
so I tried to contact her.

Turns out, she hasn't shown up
for work in several days.

Her superior is on his way
here now to speak with us.

But I'm thinking maybe
you could circle back here,

pick up Fatima,
go check out Keilani's place

and try to locate her.

Oh, gosh, hold on a second.

Hey, hey, hey, wheredo you think you're going?

Oh, we're done here,
Agent Bile.

It is Agent Blye,
you condescending little...

Unbe-freaking-lievable.

Well?
[exhales]

Everything we were hopingto access has been wiped--

GPS, contacts,phone records,

even the enginediagnostics.

In fact, there is no dataprior to the crash.

And here's the kicker:

someone hackedinto the car's computer.

It was all doneremotely.

What do you thinkthey're trying to hide from us?

Not sure.

Maybe somebody wiped it
as an afterthought,

just to be safe.

I-I don't think
I follow.

There's a good chancethat whoever did this

also plantedthe hidden surveillance cameras

that, uh, Sam foundat Harris's house.

That's a reasonable
assumption.

So if Harriswas being watched,

they probably knewhe was meeting with Sam.

Okay...

Look, if someone hadremote access

to the vehicle'sonboard computers,

they theoretically could controlevery system in the car.

They could have been the ones
who tried to run Sam down.

After tampering with the airbagand the seat belts,

in the hopesof killing both of them.

Get Rountree backin here.

I'll update Nelland the others.Okay.

[phone rings]

[grunts]

Please tell me you have
something else for me to do.

FATIMA:
You're in luck.

Harris's car was hacked,

and a friend of his who works
for the Navy is missing.

We're headed to Oxnard
to check her place out,

see if we can find her.

Oxnard?

Hey, you said you wanted
something else to do.

Yeah, but I wasn't planning
on leaving the state.

Oh, please.

You can meet us there
in under an hour.

Yeah. Send me the address
and I'll be...

Wait. Hold on. Hold on, Fatima.

Yo. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

We're moving him.Where?

Third floor.

Why?

They don't tell me why.They just tell me where.

Let me see some I.D.

And who are you?

I'm a federal agent, big dog.

Yeah.

Just a sec.
It's on my cart.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[groans]

[panting]

[groans softly]

[sniffs]

♪

His name is Gary Garrison.

He's a computer engineer

who works for a company
called Cryton Avionics.

What's his connectionto Donald Harris?

You tell me.Eh, he's not talking.

Does Donald Harris's accountingfirm work with Cryton Avionics?

Nope.You sure?

Not unless their lawyer's
lying to us.

Sam's heading
to Cryton Avionics now,

so we'll see
what they have to say.

But, in the meantime,

I'm sending someone to pick up
your new little friend.

All right.
Still want me to go to Oxnard?

Actually,

Kensi and Fatima
are heading there now.

I really need you
to stick with Harris.

It's clear that somebody
wants this guy dead.

Yeah. I'll see
if I can get him moved

to another room under an alias.

That's a great idea.
And, hey,

if you see anything suspicious,
anything at all,

let me know, okay?

You know it.

[inhales]

You comfortable?

Can I get you
anything?

Something
to drink,

maybe a light snack?

Lawyer.

[laughs]

Oh, you're gonna get plenty
of time to talk to your lawyer,

the judge, federal prosecutor,

the boys on the
prison yard,

your new cellmate,

maybe even a...

lonely pen pal.

Commander, sorry I'm late.
[exhales]

Not at all.
Just rolled in myself.

So, tell meabout...

Keilani Kim.

Keilani?

You're her supervisor.

Apparently, she's been absent
for a few days.

She's a civilian.

Even though they
work for the Navy,

they don't always share
our degree of discipline.

Are you suggesting
that she's routinely absent?

On occasion, yeah.

There was always some sort
of drama at home-- boyfriends,

dogs, a mean landlord.

That's not in her file.

No. I tend to be a little more
lenient on the civilians,

'cause they don't have the
same sense of responsibility

as Navy personnel.

Plus, I liked Keilani.
She was a good worker.

You just told me
that she's frequently absent.

When she was at work.

And she always made up
for any lost time.

Hindsight's 20/20 though, right?

How's that?

She's an accountant.

A number cruncher.

But she asked a lot of questionsabout our technology,

logistics.

That didn't raise
any suspicions?

Thought she was just curious.

It was always asked
in the context

of understanding her job better.

Did she have access
to classified information?

Yes, uh,

in the sense
of knowing who was on payroll,

what our
inventory was,

what weapons
we were buying,

how much we were spending
on them and, uh...

What?

[clears throat]

There was one time that I caughther copying some NFI files.

She said
she wanted

to continue working on them
after hours,

even though she knew
she couldn't take 'em

off the base.

That wasn't a big red flag?

Not really.

Maybe it should have been.

If anything,she seemed too flaky

to be threatening.

She's just...

so nice.

And attractive.

Yeah.

In her own way.

You know this man?

No, I do not.

You never seen him with Keilani?

No.

Who is he?

He's an engineer.

He works for a company
called Cryton Avionics.

[gulls calling]

[car door opens]

Looks likeI'm the only one here.

Door's locked.
No one's answering the phone.

Huh. That's weird.

It says here
they employ over 60 workers.

A lot of people working
from home nowadays,

but I don't think
anybody's building a missile

in their kitchen.

No cars
in the parking lot either.

You sure
this place is operational?

I mean,
according to their website,

they're the next Raytheon.

Yeah?

Look more like
the next Blockbuster.

There's a nice sign
and impressive lobby,

but, otherwise,
this place is empty.

I don't see any people,
no equipment.

There's nothing else here.

I'm not sure there ever was.

Hmm.

Doesn't look like anybody's
staking the place out.

There are no signsof Keilani Kim's car.

So, according to Callen,

her supervisor had suspicions

that she was copying
Navy documents.

Okay, for argument's sake,

let's say she was stealing
government information...

Mm-hmm....and her friend,

Donald Harris, found out.

We know he's
a straitlaced,

by-the-book type
who would obviously disapprove.

So he anonymously reaches out

and tries to talkto somebody at NCIS.

Maybe he told her first,

tried to get her
to come clean,

but she didn't.

And whoever she's working withdecides to keep an eye on Harris

to make sure he doesn't go
to anyone on his own.

Which would explainall the surveillance equipment

in his home.

So when they find out

that he did set up somethingwith NCIS...

They hack his car,disable his seat belt and airbag

and try to kill him and Sam
at the same time.

I like it.

Let's do this.

Keilani Kim. I'm Special Agent
Kensi Blye from NCIS.

No one's answering.

[window opens, glass shatters]

Somebody's coming out
the window.

What?

Adult Caucasian male, mid-30s,

with a sporty
but functional style that says

"I'm fun,
even when acting suspicious."

Federal agent!

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

[exhales]
Care to explain...

And he's running!

♪

And shooting!

[panting]

[grunts][groaning]

Stay down.

FATIMA:
Did you just hit him

with a garden gnome?

Eh, it was either thator shoot him.

I opted
for the gnome-violent solution.

Nice.[chuckles]

Come on.[grunts]

[handcuffs clicking]

His name is
Robert Overton.

And guess where he works.

Bed Bath & Burglary?

Killing it with the puns today.

Cryton Avionics.Oh.

So you're a friendof Gary's?

We arrested your buddy, too.

Maybe you guyscan share a cell.

Where's Keilani Kim?

[exhales]Nothing?

Well, we knowyou trashed the place.

What were you looking for?

Okay.

These pictures

were in her place.Do you recognize

any of these people?

All right, we got
Donald Harris;

his roommate, Emma;

Keilani Kim;

and some guy in
a lizard costume.

Huh.

We have to identify that guy.

He's in a bunch of pictureswith our current players.

NELL:
All right,

his name is Logan Smith.

And according
to Harris's roommate, Emma,

he's not only
their cosplay buddy

and designated Dungeon Master,

he's also a close
personal friend of Keilani Kim,

in addition to being
a bit of a local celebrity

in the world
of human directionals.

What the hell'sa human directional?

Sign spinner.

No.

Oh, yeah.

He's even patented a number
of his signature moves.

Yeah? Okay.

Uh... do you have an addressfor this human directional?

One better.

I know where's he's spinning
right now.

[Nell giggles]

He does have the moves.

CALLEN:
Well, now I understand
the celebrity status.

His robust technique
is a combination

of flawless precision

and raw reptilian
sexuality.

SAM:
Oh, yeah.

That's his signature move.

I need a signature move.
Hey, Logan.

It's Ken.
Remember? Keilani's friend.

I met you at
the Goblin Gala?

I was the giant sock monkey.

Remember?

[grunts]

Don't even think about it.

[hisses]Really?

[groaning]

CALLEN:
Not so fast, gecko breath.

Did you see...?

That's like a real lizard.

[tires screech, Logan grunting]

More likea flying lizard.

[chuckles]

You all right, buddy?[groaning]

It'll grow back.

[both chuckle]

I'm entitled to a phone call
and a lawyer!

[door opens]

Call whoever you want.

Keilani Kim is missing.

This man

broke into her apartment,
tore the place apart

looking for something.It's probably the same guywho broke into

your friends Emma and
Donald Harris's house,

tore it up looking
for something,

maybe even the
same thing.

I've never seen him before.

This man tried to break into
Donald Harris's hospital room,

probably to try and
kill him a second time.

After one or both of
them hacked his car,

causing his collision.

Look, your friend Keilani

is in trouble, and the
only way you can help her

is to tell us where she is and
what she's gotten herself into.

I promised I wouldn't say
where she is.

But I think I know
what they're looking for.

May I?

Don't try
anything stupid.

NELL:
So, according to these
schematics, the missile is

a top secret prototype.

It's identified as the AGM-1790.

It's a long-range
anti-ship missile

affectionately nicknamed--
wait for it--

the "Angry Karen."

It was developed andmanufactured by Cryton Avionics.

They have a modelin their lobby.

That's all they have--nothing else is beingmanufactured there.

Well, what's
the Navy saying?

Well, that's just it--
I can't find anything on it.

And I thought that was because,
you know, it's top secret.

But I just got off the phone
with SECNAV--

she hasn't even heard of it.

So that means
it's above her pay grade--

which I highly doubt-- or...

Or it doesn't exist.

Exactly.

So either Keilani Kim

has access to information

on a top secret weapon thatSECNAV doesn't even know about,

or she passed on informationabout a non-existing weapon

to a friend of herswho, in turn,

contacted NCIS,
and someone tried to kill him.

Yeah, but why kill someone
over a nonexistent weapon?

Keilani's an accountant.

Maybe she found a discrepancy
in the Navy's books.

You know the DoD'sbeen dealing

with billions of dollars
in contractor fraud every year.

A missile like the Angry Karen
would cost the Navy

$2 million to $3 million
a unit, not to mention

the research and development
costs.

Maybe Cryton Avionicssold the Navy a missile

they never built.

Sure, but how does Harris
work into this?

Well, like Logan, he
was a trusted friend.

Or maybe she just wanted
a second opinion

from a fellow accountant.

So, then why didn't she
bring it to the attention

of her supervisor?

Maybe she did.

It would be pretty tough
to pull something like this off

without help from the inside.

Very.

Find out
where Commander James is.

Have Kensi and Fatima
meet us there.

Yep. I'm on it.

Sorry, Commander Jamesleft for the day.

You just missed him.
Nell,

have the base policesecure all the gates

and detain the commanderif he's still on-site.

Kens, James may be making
a run for it.

We found his car, so if he left,

he didn't take his vehicle
with him.

Hold up.

Go!

MAN:
Hey!

[tires squealing]

He's taking offin a security vehicle.

Where the hell doeshe think he's gonna go?

Guys, we have no way of trackinghim if he gets off base.

What the heckis this guy doing?

Hold on.

We got him.

NCIS! It's over, Commander!

CALLEN: Kens, what's happening?Yeah, he's not coming in
quietly.

[gunfire continues]

[grunts]

Drop it!

Hands on your head.

Nice NASCAR move.

ROUNTREE:
Well, looks like Donald Harris
is gonna pull through.

He's visiting
with his friend Keilani now,

and she's agreed to come infor questioning after her visit.

NELL:
Great.

Can I come home now?

Yes, Agent Rountree,
you may come home now.

Hello, hello, hello!There she is. Baby girl!

Oh, geez.Slow day, huh?Hey.

Yeah. No.
Slow, slow day.

I sent everybody home
to save some cash.

I'm sure it'llpick up again.I'm sure it will.

How was, uh,
how was your day?

Um, typical.Yeah? Typical can be car
bombs and suicide squads.

Yeah, nothing like that.

Good.

You know this is gonna be okay,
we'll get through this.

We always do.

I know.

Oh.

I did forget
to tell you something.

So get this, so, Fatima and I
were chasing this guy.

He runs around this house,
comes around the corner.

I grab this garden gnome--
whack!

Right in his chest.
Feet, oop, down.

No, you didn't.
That's just another
reason to love you.

And then I-- Oh,and then, do you knowwhat I said right after?

I bet it was clever.Am I wrong?I go,

"I chose
the gnome-violence solution."

No. I don't
even feel like[laughing]

you deserve this
beer anymore.

You can't laugh at your
own joke, Jimmy Fallon.

[continues laughing]It... if I'm laughing,
it's funny,

but when you laugh
at your own joke,Oh, my God.

it doesn't really...You can't always bethe funny one.

It's okay if I'm funny, too.Gnome-violence?

If a pun falls in the forest,
does anyone hear it?

[sighs]

♪

Hmm.

CALLEN:
Well, it looks like
you're settling in.

Oh. Hardly.

No, no, no. Stay, stay.

All right.

Commander James
and Cryton Avionics

tried to defraud the Navy
of millions of dollars,

and we put a stop to that
under your guidance.

Keilani Kim and Donald Harris,

they stumbled upon the plan.

You guys did everything else.
I just made a few phone calls.

I think you did
a little more than that.

All right.

I see what you're trying
to do here, Callen,

and it's very nice,but...

you can stop now.

I'm not Hetty.

I'm really not cut out for this.

That is obvious.

Why do you say that?

Well, Hetty...

...would have offered me
a drink by now.

[sighs]

Where does she keep the Pappy?

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