NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 14, Episode 5 - Episode #14.5 - full transcript
Hey, Dad. Uh, now's
not a good time.
I know, I've been really busy.
I...
No, I... it's... I'm
fine. It's just allergies.
I...
Oh... I haven't seen it, I...
Yeah, I like Tom Hanks.
Everybody does.
Hey, Dad, I can't...
I-I'd love to see
you, but I just...
Things are really
crazy right now,
and I can't, I just...
Look, Dad...
Dad, I have to go.
I love you.
Well,
that was exhausting.
I ran six miles.
You bailed after two.
"Bailed" sounds like "quit."
I didn't quit, I changed course.
Yeah, well, that course
was supposed to end
with you getting us bagels.
And they were out of bagels,
so I changed course again
and I got us smoothies.
You hate smoothies.
That must have been
very hard for you.
Like I said, it was exhausting.
Oh, you're funny. And, uh,
if you ever deny me my
morning bagel again,
I'll make sure everyone
knows how funny you are.
I do have a
reputation to uphold.
And I have an interview
to get to, ooh.
I'm still exploring my options.
Oh, I think that's good.
I mean, you got the time.
I do, but we have other
important decisions
to start making. Like
picking a wedding date.
Have you given any more
thought to early summer?
June gloom. Sounds
a little risky.
Then New Year's.
Two parties in one.
That may actually kill Arkady.
And then, of course,
you'd have to list that
as his official cause of death.
April?
Showers. Not to mention taxes.
Callen, if you want to bail...
"Bail" sounds a lot like "quit."
All right, then if you
want to change course...
I don't want to do either.
But I also don't want you to
be late for your interview.
Can we talk about this later?
Sure.
But there better be bagels.
There will be bagels.
Let's go!
We're gonna be late.
I can't find my backpack.
Mm. It's right here.
Oh... Wow!
Just saw my life
flash before my eyes.
That's a little
dramatic. Well, I'd argue
it was more of a dark comedy
with pivotal moments
of tenderness.
Regardless, I was over too soon.
Speaking of soon,
I'm gonna miss History if
we don't leave, like, now.
Great, yeah. No, of course.
And you-you have your essay
on the-the tragedy that
is the Great Depression?
Yes, but I argued it was
more of a dark comedy
with pivotal moments
of tenderness.
Wow. Now, that is a
touché. Well played.
Kensi!
Yep, yep, yep, yep,
yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.
Hey, by the way,
we
definitely don't have time
to pick up your
truck in the morning,
but we can do it after
work. Oh, my God.
Yeah, if we survive
that long. Hello?
Hello?
I come back from six
months on the road
and that's how you
answer the phone?
It's kind of a universally
accepted phone greeting.
But, okay... Wait a
minute, back from what?
A woman
can only eat, pray,
and love her way
across the lower 48
for so long.
But boy, did I love.
T... TMI, Mom. It
was like Woodstock,
all over again, only
this time with sciatica.
Mom,
boundaries! Okay.
Uh, I'm really glad
that you're back.
Uh, we're really glad.
Super, super glad.
But just to clarify,
when you say "back..."
In L.A.
Interesting because, uh,
you rented out your apartment
two days after
you saw Nomadland.
Which is why I'm on
my way to your house.
I'll be there in 30. And someone
better be there to let me in,
because I haven't
eaten or prayed since Reno.
Mwah, I love you.
I can't wait.
Okay. You know what? We'll
figure it out on the way. Yep.
Nope, yep. That's fine.
It's gonna be fine.
She's loving her
way through Reno.
That's what you want
to hear with your mom.
"Ready your
breakfast and eat hearty,
for tonight we dine in hell!"
Rountree,
what are you doing?
If you're gonna
work in this office,
you're gonna have to brush up
on your classic movie quotes.
It's from 300.
But what I meant is
what are you doing
to that bucket?
It's called hojo undo.
Ancient martial arts techniques
that are meant to build
grip and forearm
strength. I have
a troll-shaped stress doll
that also works great for that.
Can you do me a favor?
That might be a case.
Uh, it's a text from someone
named Packer who says,
"My pants are
fire"?
I'm afraid to ask.
Yeah, it's my homie,
Daniel Packer.
We were at Quantico together.
He's, uh, making
a clothing line,
so I figured I might invest
some of that money
that Beale left us.
Oh, I heard about that money.
I think that I
would spend that all
on first class tickets to Tokyo.
Yeah. I thought about that.
But after what happened
to me and my sister,
just... didn't feel right.
Nothing feels right after that.
You know...
I want that money
to grow something.
So I called a few friends
and asked 'em to
pitch me some ideas.
You didn't think
about asking me?
Ha! The world does not need
any more troll-shaped
stress dolls.
Oof, that's harsh. So is this.
Oh!
Now, that was fire.
Well, a cruise doesn't
just appear out of nowhere.
I mean, you're not
David Copperfield.
Why would I need a sign off
when I am the sign off?
Well, thank you for
the seven hours notice.
Oh, and thank you so
much for continuing to be
an overly-coddled
thorn in my ass.
My father's caretaker just quit.
Third one this month. Mm.
You?
There is yet another
process in place
for expense approvals.
I had a system in
place for my dad.
But the system only works
if I can get people
to play by the rules.
Good
luck with that one.
Speaking of which,
where is everyone?
Well, I mean, you seem to
have it covered on your own.
Who's this?
Uh, Lieutenant Jeff Morgan.
Found stabbed to death this
morning by a house cleaner.
He was an intelligence
officer assigned to
a DoD task force
based out of Naval Munitions
Command CONUS West.
They deal primarily with
naval weapons inventory. Yeah.
I wish it stopped at the Navy.
Morgan was part of a
highly-classified operation
developing software
aimed at networking the
entire U.S. military.
Similar to Project
Overmatch, only bigger.
Well, if an enemy can
access that software,
they could expose top secret
intel across every branch.
Which is why SECNAV
wants us to make sure
that nothing has
been compromised.
Got any suspects?
China. Russia. Iran.
Or his wife,
Alice Morgan.
One of those things is
not like the others.
A neighbor saw her
fleeing the scene
shortly after Morgan's
estimated TOD.
There's an APB out for her.
So, either she is
being targeted too...
Or Alice Morgan isn't
playing by the rules.
Sushi.
You wanted Sugarfish,
which I selflessly agreed,
to which you replied, and
I quote, "I owe you one."
Okay, I meant unpack
the groceries,
not spend the
entire day unpacking
your mother's weird obsession
with Michael Bublé. Okay,
he is a good-natured crooner who
refuses to look bad in a tux.
What's to unpack?
Sweetheart, she's your
mother. I know that.
Uh, hey! Ooh, Callen.
I'm an orphan. Can't help you.
That's good.
You're very funny.
Has anyone ever told you that?
You know, if I knew
you guys were throwing a party,
I would've brought bagels.
Well, you got to
get up pretty early
to beat the crowd for
that. I was up at 5:00,
in the office at 8:00
working on a case.
You guys remember
cases, right? Case?
I got Kilbride's text.
Were you able to get ahold
of Morgan's commanding officer?
I'm on my way to the boatshed
to meet with him now.
Then I think I'm
going with you. Great.
Perfect. All right.
Rountree's gonna
hit the crime scene.
You two should meet
him there, huh?
Got it. Wa... Can... So...
Oh, my gosh.
Okay, fine. I will spend
the day with Mama D.
Kilbride wants me to take
some accrued leave anyway.
Are you sure? Yes.
We'll have fun. I'll
pick up Rosa early.
They can meet for the first time
and then I can have
reinforcements.
I owe you one.
Ha! It's funny that you
think you owe me just one.
Oh,
God. I got it.
I'm going, I'm going.
All
right, thanks, guys.
LAPD found a personal
laptop, but it's locked.
Shyla's gonna get a
warrant to access it.
You find anything
interesting? Yeah.
That Achievable Design
is only achievable
for those people with
disposable income
and a questionable
definition of design.
Uh, speaking of money, coroner
found a Rolex on Morgan's wrist,
and his Lexus is still
parked in the garage.
Well, I think we can
rule out home invasion.
Yeah, but I didn't think junior
officers made Rolex money.
They don't. And they also
don't make enough money
to cover these
credit cards bills.
Well, their neighbors said
Alice Morgan didn't work a job,
so if she grew accustomed
to the finer things,
they would've had to have a
extra way of paying for it.
Yeah, well, maybe they were
selling classified
military software.
Well, if we had a way
of tracking her down,
we could ask her.
Maybe we do. Looks
like the Morgans
have been living
in the fast lane.
Uh, yeah.
Fancy watches, expensive cars.
Were you not present for this
whole conversation?
The literal fast lane.
This credit card bill has
electronic toll charges
all over it.
Well, if Alice Morgan's
trying to get out of Dodge,
toll roads would
be the fastest way.
That's what I'm saying.
That's what I'm saying. Good.
Commander Burns.
Thank you for coming
in to speak with us.
It's not like I was
given the choice.
You gentleman are aware
of cell phones, correct?
And you are aware
that one of your men
was murdered last
night, correct?
It's a tragedy. Truly.
But now, instead of
being in my office
dealing with the fallout,
I've been summoned
to a Bubba Gump's
to talk to you two.
So... start talking.
You first.
What kind of software is
your team was developing?
It's a cloud-like technology
that allows us to share data
across all the armed forces.
Everything from emails
to weapons, ordnance
and explosives tracking to
real-time target tracing.
And how does Lieutenant
Morgan fit into this?
He primarily oversaw
data analytics
until about a month ago,
when I put him on the road.
I had him visiting local
contractors and manufacturers
to confirm their
systems were up to date
and fully operational.
Did he have any enemies?
Not that I know of. He
seemed like a good kid.
But with hundreds
of command members,
I don't have the time to delve
in everyone's personal life.
So, I take it you
never met his wife?
Once, maybe.
Quiet.
Not very friendly, if
I remember correctly.
To be clear, she was unfriendly?
I really have to get back.
If you have any more questions,
please don't hesitate
to contact my office.
Uh, you know, by phone. Mm.
So, a month after Morgan is
transferred he winds up dead.
Yeah, we should pull his
travel vouchers.
Find out what
else he might have been up to
while he was out
there on the road.
I'll reach out to his
office. You know, by phone.
What have
we got, Agent Dahr?
A giant headache, sir.
Welcome to the last
40 years of my life.
I would recommend
an aspirin, but
I have always found that
a good single malt scotch
is a lot quicker.
I didn't mean a
literal headache.
I meant it figuratively.
I didn't know we were putting
nuance in our sitreps now.
And I didn't know
how frustrating
the sharing economy can be.
Businesses that rely on
community-based marketplaces.
I assume this will
all relate back
to my original question,
"what do we got?"
I got a warrant to access
the laptop LAPD found
in Morgan's home.
Most accounts were logged out,
but luckily, it
was still synced up
to Alice Morgan's text
messages, which is where
I found this very vague
confirmation code.
I traced the number
the text came from
to a company called
Home Connections.
They specialize in
discreet vacation rentals.
So discreet that
I'm still waiting on
the manager to give me
access to her account.
Mm. Should be any minute now.
Better let me talk to them.
I will make sure that
there is no nuance
in what I have to say.
Oh, may not be
necessary. I'm in.
Hey, looks like Alice Morgan
used a gift credit card
and a fake name to book
a house in Larchmont
an hour after her
husband's death.
Get this address to
Rountree and Deeks.
I want her picked up now.
Wow. Man, the
owners were smart
to invest in this place.
Great walk score,
mountain views.
All right, Warren Buffett,
why all the
investment talk today?
I just want to do better
with my money, you know?
I want it to
actually help people,
like... Alice Morgan.
No, not Alice Morgan.
She's clearly spending enough.
Are you okay today?
No, no. Alice Morgan.
Oh. Alice Morgan.
Oh, don't...
I should have stretched.
Ow.
Federal agents. Stop.
Hands up. Step down.
Come towards me.
I have a gun in my waistband.
Go.
Wow.
You good?
Yeah.
I just got to invest
in a chiropractor.
All right, there's a
couple ways this can go.
Which is really exciting for me,
because I've always loved a
good Choose Your Own Adventure.
You know what I'm
saying? Cave of Time?
House of Danger?
Lost Jewels of Nabooti?
Yeah? No? What about you?
Really? It's a book series
where you get to choose
how your story unfolds.
Look, we
have you fleeing
the scene of your
husband's murder.
You're our prime suspect.
But if you cooperate,
you too can choose how
your story unfolds.
I'm not telling you anything.
Look, we can sit here
all day, all right?
But being silent only hurts you.
We're here to help.
You want to help me now?
Where were you six months ago?
Why, what happened
six months ago?
I talked and I
talked and I talked,
and no one seemed
to listen then,
so I'm not saying
anything now. Mrs. Morgan,
we're only trying to help.
Um, actually, we
should take a...
We can... we should
take a break.
Do you want a... I
want to get a coffee.
Me? Do you want a
coffee? I bet she
needs some coffee.
You want some coffee?
I don't need a coffee.
Yeah, well, the
people of Nabooti
didn't think they needed,
uh, Lucy and Peter's help,
but at the end of the day,
they were glad to have it.
I'll grab you a coffee.
Everything all
right with your dad?
Yeah, if I can find someone
to stay with him tomorrow.
What happened to
Cheryl? She was great.
And very into birds, by the way.
Yeah, apparently, they
fell on the different sides
of the war pigeon
debate.
She quit last week. I
got to find a new agency.
Well, that's one approach.
What's that supposed to mean?
Look, the last caretaker quit
because your Dad wouldn't
ride in his Mazda.
He prefers American cars.
I'm just saying. Maybe
it's not the caretakers.
Maybe you're avoiding
the real issue here.
You want to talk to
me about avoidance?
Well, I didn't say I wanted
to talk to you about it.
Did you pick your
wedding date yet?
Oh, you think I'm
avoiding my wedding?
I think you're keeping
Anna in the dark
about what's going on,
and whatever it is,
she'll understand.
But you have to
give her a chance.
Don't even think about sitting.
Just heard from Rountree.
Alice Morgan still
isn't talking.
Did Commander Burns' office
send over Morgan's
travel vouchers?
Yep. Uh, at first,
nothing stood out.
Then I remembered that
in addition to his wife's
electronic toll pass
records, I had his too.
So I cross-referenced them
with his travel vouchers
and it turns out something
is definitely rotten
in the state of
Denmark. Lovely.
Now we're doing
Shakespeare in the park.
Lieutenant Morgan took the same
freeway to and from the office
at about the same
time every day.
That all changed a month
ago. Yeah, well, that tracks.
That's when he started
traveling for work.
Which took him everywhere
from PennCo Metrics
to Marview Chemicals
to Parnell Industries.
All of which manufacture
high-powered,
military-grade explosives.
Exactly,
and after each trip
to those specific manufacturers,
his toll pass pinged a responder
near the Santa Anita
Avenue exit off the 10.
The Morgans live out
in Jefferson Park.
That's over 20 miles
past their house.
Which is why I inputted his most
recent trip into Kaleidoscope.
Traffic cams caught him
pulling into a storage facility
in El Monte on Friday.
Friday? So, two days
before he was murdered.
So whatever he's keeping there
may help explain
what got him killed.
"Though this be madness,
yet there is method in't."
Damn it.
My father's caretaker agency,
they need to speak with me
before they can
find a replacement.
Uh, take the call, Agent Hanna.
Ms. Dahr can use
the fresh air.
Thanks for that.
Actually, you mind if
I go into it alone?
Uh, yeah, sure. All
right, thanks, man.
Yeah.
So it's, uh... June 30, 1990.
And my mom decides
she wants to take me
to watch the Dodgers
play the Cardinals.
And I will never
forget that day.
I don't care about sports.
That's funny, 'cause I don't
care about sports either.
No, the reason I remember
it is 'cause it was so hot.
Like, L.A. had been coming
off this massive heat wave
and I can still see the
ice cream cone melting
as it's being
passed down the row.
Now you want to
talk about weather?
Actually, I do, because...
that is the other thing
that I can still see
from that day, is my mom.
And she's sitting next to
me in this 90-degree heat,
except for the fact
that she is wearing...
She's wearing jeans and
a long-sleeve turtleneck.
And she was covered up like
that the whole entire summer.
Not
that it matters,
because she couldn't cover
the bruises on her face.
Did he spare you, at least?
No.
I mean, but I was a kid, right?
Kids are supposed
to have bruises.
I'd just tell the
teachers that, um...
I got another fight
in the playground.
What do you tell people?
I don't have anyone
left to tell.
He made me push everyone away.
Yeah, they do that.
How long has your
husband been abusing you?
Physically?
Three years.
Mentally? Who knows.
He even cut off my access
to our bank account.
He controlled every
part of my life.
And you reported
him six months ago?
I called some military hotline,
and when I didn't hear back
I filed a report with the
family advocacy center.
They said they were
looking into it.
I got to ask you this
'cause it's my job,
but I don't blame
you if you did.
Did you kill your husband?
No. Okay.
He was like that
when I came home.
Can you believe,
after all this,
I even tried to save him?
I can.
So, why did you run?
Because...
my husband was worth
a lot to the military.
I'm not.
They're gonna want
someone to pay for this,
and I was afraid that my reports
would be used as motive.
That tracks.
So, your husband has been
traveling a lot for work.
Have you noticed
any differences,
any changes in him since then?
Sorry, can I have a few
minutes? Yeah, of course.
You can have as much
time as you want.
Motor oil.
Sorry, what?
When he h...
When he came close to
me after those trips,
his hands smelled
like motor oil.
I'm sorry.
One minute,
I'm signing up
for a polar bear plunge,
next thing I know
I'm 20 miles off the strip,
skinny dipping at a Ramada Inn
with a broken pool
heater.
That's one
version of an ice breaker.
Yeah, that sounds
like a very fun trip.
Adele is doing a residency
in Vegas right now. Ooh.
I'd love to go. I
didn't know that.
Listen, if you want
to go see Adele,
I don't think Deeks
would mind taking a trip.
Uh, actually, Tay's
family has a condo there
and they said I could go
if that's okay. Yes.
Of course, yeah.
Tay...
I don't-I don't think
we've spoken about her.
My friend from Calculus.
Oh, Calculus. Now,
that's a waste of time.
Oh, that's definitely not...
I have had a
disastrous marriage,
three dead-end jobs, and
a little quick brush with
a pyramid scheme. And not
one of those problems
was solved by the
Pythagorean theorem.
That's actually geometry...
You are very cool.
Right back at you, sis.
I'll bet you're gonna
keep these two on their toes.
Speaking of which,
Uh, Kensi, do you think
you could take me and Tay
to the mall after
school? Mm-hmm.
Uh, we were gonna get new
cleats for soccer practice.
Soccer practice.
You definitely
told me about that.
Well, I'm pretty sure
I didn't tell you about
the sound bath I took
behind the Dairy Queen in Marfa.
So, ladies, buckle up.
And you're sure this was the guy
that rented the
storage unit from you?
Positive. Dude was intense.
Like you two, but different.
What do you mean by that?
I mean I would not want
to be on the other side
of a board game from you.
You... I'd take
my chances with.
I
meant Jeff Morgan.
That wasn't the name he gave me.
Well, I'm sure he
used a fake one. Mm.
He used all cash,
too. And it was wet.
My mans was real
sweaty... Ooh, this is it.
All right, well.
We need anything else,
we'll let you know.
All righty.
Could have come
and cleaned the place out
before he was killed.
Or someone did it after.
You smell that?
They put odorizing
taggants in explosives
to make them more detectable.
Some say that it
smells like almonds,
but most, uh, think it
smells like motor oil.
Alice Morgan told
Deeks her husband
smelled like motor
oil after he traveled.
And Morgan recently
gained access
to every military
explosives manufacturer
across Southern California.
Which means he had
access to everything
from det-cord to
Comp B to... To C-4.
Usually, it's stored in bricks,
but cut into smaller pieces,
it tends to crumble.
What if this was never
about his software?
What if Morgan was
using his access
to slowly stockpile explosives
until he had a supply
large enough to sell?
Well, if that's the case,
where is it all now?
Hey, if there's a dead
body, I call dibs.
My true crime
podcast needs this.
No dead body, but this is
now an active crime scene.
We'll need you to keep
all the customers out.
Mm, and if they don't listen,
can I perform a
citizen's arrest?
No, you cannot.
You're no fun.
Well, you should
see what happens
when someone sinks
my battleship.
When was the last time you saw
someone access
that storage unit?
Well, there were three guys
I didn't recognize this morning.
They were taking out boxes
through the back. You
have cameras back there?
Yeah, but my manager is
the only one with access.
Call him, tell him to
expect a call from us.
We're gonna need to
see those videos.
Mm, and if he doesn't
cooperate, can I...
No! No!
I'll track down Commander Burns.
Hopefully he put together
a list of every weapon
and explosive that is
currently unaccounted for.
Got it.
Alice Morgan
is telling the truth.
The Navy confirms that
she did make calls
to abuse hotline several times
leading up to her
husband's death.
Did they say if anyone ever
acted upon those calls?
Their official response is that
they take all domestic
abuse cases seriously
and there was not enough
information to refer to us.
The hell?
So, Morgan just beats
the hell out of his wife
and doesn't even get
a slap on the wrist?
It's a problem
that's been getting
a lot of justifiable
attention in the press lately.
The Pentagon invested
one billion dollars
specifically to remedy
this very problem.
They are headed in
the right direction.
Well, think of how much
money they could have saved
if they just would have
prioritized the victims
to begin with, sir.
There are only so many problems
that we can solve in one day,
this case being one of them.
Well, that's convenient.
If Alice didn't
kill her husband,
see if she has any idea who did.
Was all that true?
About your dad?
Every word of it.
Hey, Kensi?
You're out of dryer sheets.
Oof. Where's Rosa?
Tay is having a crisis
with another friend,
so Rosa is talking
them down.
You don't have to do this.
Oh, I don't mind. I've
missed helping out.
Well...
Deeks and I have
missed you helping out.
Nice try.
You can't even look me
in the eye and say that.
How you doing, kiddo?
Great. Good.
Fine. Tired.
And hungry, like, all the time.
Mm. Welcome to parenthood.
Mm, thank you,
but I am not "technically"
a parent yet.
Do you love her
and want nothing more
than to keep her safe?
Of course.
And do you constantly wake up
with the crushing fear that
you're not doing enough
even though you're exhausted
from doing too much?
Every single morning.
Well, then I don't give a
damn about the technicalities.
You're a parent, sister.
Thanks.
But I just can't help but feel
like I'm missing something
all the time.
You know, my entire career
is spent being one step
ahead of somebody else,
and I thought it would be the
same thing with parenting,
and it's just not.
Hmm.
My mother once gave me
the best parenting advice
I've ever heard.
Yeah? She said, "Bertie,
raising kids is like being
pecked to death by chickens."
I think she saw it on a sign
in a gift shop at a rest stop.
Geez. Thought it'd be something
a little more optimistic.
Oh, my God. What are
you talking about?
It's a slow death.
You've got all the time in
the world to figure it out.
I got your text,
Shyla. What's up?
Nothing good, Shark Tank.
Just got security footage
from Lieutenant
Morgan's storage space.
You should have it now.
Huh. Oh, great.
So, we're looking for
three potentially armed
and dangerous pixels.
Needless to say, facial rec is
having trouble getting an ID.
All right, well, I'll put
it in front of Alice Morgan
and see if she
recognizes any of them.
Thanks, Shyla.
Sorry to interrupt.
We just got security cam footage
of a storage unit that's
linked to your husband's name.
These three guys were trying to
access his unit this morning.
You recognize any of them?
Hard to tell.
That guy.
My husband brought
me to an event
a few weeks ago.
Some type of wine festival.
I don't know his name,
but I saw them
talking to each other.
And you're sure it was him?
I remember thinking how badly
he needed to wash his hair.
Do you remember the date?
My birthday.
Here I thought he was finally
doing something nice for me.
It was somewhere in
Hollywood. Near the cemetery.
I'm gonna give this to Shyla.
Yeah, right.
Investigator Deeks. Yeah?
What happened to your father?
I shot him.
And two weeks later,
he was in prison.
You did good.
I
should look into this.
Just in time.
Commander Burns.
How's the fallout down there?
Gentlemen, I assure you,
I am all over this matter.
Have you put together
a list of the items
that are currently missing?
ATF has been in contact
with every manufacturer
that Morgan visited.
We're looking at somewhere
between 15 and 25 pounds
of C-4, Composition
B and detcord,
not to mention an unknown
supply of blasting caps.
That's quite a big range.
And if not handled properly,
it can cause an even
bigger amount of damage.
So, were you aware
of the reports filed
against Morgan by his wife?
Yes.
But I required further evidence
before I could pull him
from his assignment.
Now, before you blame me,
Guys,
you need to see this.
We'll be in touch.
What do we got?
Something between bad news
and very, very bad news.
Oh, great. Another big range.
Alice Morgan said her husband
controlled their bank account.
What she didn't know
is that he controlled
multiple bank accounts,
three of which received
separate deposits
in the amount of
$9,000 last week.
Just under the amount that would
trigger a CTR from the bank.
All three were
wired from a company
called Met World Holdings,
which is a shell corp that
traces back to this guy,
Ivan Parsons.
That's the same guy
from the storage facility.
He also owns his own
import-export
business here in L.A.
Looks like they do everything
from fine foods to fine wines.
Which explains why
Alice Morgan said
she saw him at the festival
her husband took her to.
Well, something tells me
his business is doing more
than importing and
exporting food and wine.
He is suspected of
having financial ties
to extremist groups in
Ireland, Germany and Indonesia.
So far, no one's found
enough to prove it.
Well, maybe getting
caught with 25 pounds
of stolen military-grade
explosives will do the trick.
How's that headache now?
I might just take you up on
that single malt after all.
Well, I will interpret
that as being not good.
How are we at
locating Ivan Parsons?
Met World Holdings
owns properties
all throughout the city
but recently
applied for a permit
for an address in Hollywood.
As always, the
city is backlogged.
So, at the moment,
that space seems
to be unoccupied.
Hmm. Callen and
Sam on their way?
We just got here.
How far out are
Rountree and Deeks?
Deeks stayed behind.
He had to make sure that Alice
Morgan got to a safe location.
I'm seven minutes away.
I don't have to remind you all
what it is we're
dealing with here.
Parsons has enough explosives to
take down an entire city block.
An outcome I would very
much like to avoid.
Talk about avoidance.
Don't start.
Can I stay on to
see how this ends?
It ends, Agent Rountree,
with you recovering all
the missing explosives
without incident.
The only way this city
is going down in flames
is if I'm holding the match.
I got at least one inside.
No sign of Parsons yet.
Should be another
door around back.
Come on.
I got Parsons.
He's in a hurry.
Well, hopefully he
has time for a drink.
Yo, check it out.
Come on. Let's go.
Parsons, step away from the van.
Put your hands up.
All right, turn towards me slow.
Place the bag on the ground.
Ah, ah... slowly.
There you go. Slow...
Turns out Morgan had
made a deal with Parsons
but tried to back out
at the last second.
After Parsons had already
paid him almost $30,000.
Oh, so he's either
scared or greedy.
Parsons tracked him
down at his house,
tried to talk him out of it.
We know how that turned out.
I guess Morgan wasn't as
tough as he thought he was.
They never are.
Hey.
Ah. My firstborn.
Your onlyborn.
Well, it's like I said...
I've never cared much for
math. Come on and sit down,
take a load off.
You joining a sorority
or is one of those
for me? Well,
it is now.
How was work today?
Get all the cats
out of the trees?
Yeah, I...
I did my best.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
I wanted to ask you
a question about Dad.
Oh, honey, you know I don't
like to dwell on my past.
See, that's not fair,
'cause it's our past.
Mm-mmm. Mm.
I just want to know how
you made it through.
Vicodin.
And Sally Jessy Raphael.
Mom.
Oh, how the hell
do I know, honey?
That son of a bitch sure
didn't make it easy on us.
He took everything from us, kid.
Including the person I was.
But because of you...
I got her back.
And I told myself I would
never, ever lose her again.
Is the life I've made
for myself, uh...
since then, I don't
know, perfect?
No.
But it's mine.
I'll drink to that. You bet.
Yeah. Hello!
Mm. Hey.
Hi. Where were you guys?
At the mall with Tay,
my friend from Calculus.
Kensi picked us up.
Yeah. Um, and,
actually, on the way home,
we were talking about maybe
doing a little road trip
to San Francisco.
It's another place I've
always wanted to visit.
I mean, that's an amazing idea.
You say the word,
I pack the truck.
Oh, Marty.
You're never gonna fit
the four of us in a truck.
Sorry, what?
But the good news is
I know a throuple up in Barstow
that'll rent us
an RV super cheap.
Okay. Yeah.
That's the good news?
Yeah, man. That you
know a throuple?
They have a...
Well, I'm not a part of it.
Mom, I swear to God.
Kensi? I'm not. I'm just very
good friends with those ladies.
Mom!
Hey!
Sorry I'm late.
I'll change quickly.
And then we can go to dinner.
Callen, what's going on?
I've decided to change course.
What's in the bag?
Bagels.
As requested.
Okay, I'm confused
and now very hungry.
Well, then I will
make this quick.
Mm-hmm?
I love you.
And I would marry you tomorrow.
But if we are going
to have a wedding...
we have to do it the right way.
And we need to be
surrounded by...
everyone that means
everything to us.
Our friends. And Arkady.
And Hetty.
You could have told
me that sooner.
And I should've. I...
I've just already made so many
excuses to push off our future.
I-I didn't...
I didn't want to
make her one more.
Sounds like she is one now.
Yeah.
No, you're, uh...
you're right. I...
Look,
as much as I want to fight it...
Hetty's a huge part of my life.
She has been there
from the beginning.
I thought I could
turn and just...
we could move on with
our lives, but...
I can't do it.
Callen, why,
after all she's
done, all the lies,
why do you still care?
Because I believe there's
more to the story.
And I need her to tell it.
I need to give her one
more chance to tell it,
from start to
finish. No more...
secrets. No more lies. I...
If I don't do this,
there will always be
another person in the room.
I am not asking
for a lot of time.
Too bad.
'Cause I'm giving it to you.
Callen,
I want to marry you.
And nothing you can say or
do is going to change that.
Anna,
I promise you...
No.
The only thing I
want you to promise
is that you'll keep
being honest with me.
Even when it's hard.
Especially when it's hard.
I will.
Good.
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not a good time.
I know, I've been really busy.
I...
No, I... it's... I'm
fine. It's just allergies.
I...
Oh... I haven't seen it, I...
Yeah, I like Tom Hanks.
Everybody does.
Hey, Dad, I can't...
I-I'd love to see
you, but I just...
Things are really
crazy right now,
and I can't, I just...
Look, Dad...
Dad, I have to go.
I love you.
Well,
that was exhausting.
I ran six miles.
You bailed after two.
"Bailed" sounds like "quit."
I didn't quit, I changed course.
Yeah, well, that course
was supposed to end
with you getting us bagels.
And they were out of bagels,
so I changed course again
and I got us smoothies.
You hate smoothies.
That must have been
very hard for you.
Like I said, it was exhausting.
Oh, you're funny. And, uh,
if you ever deny me my
morning bagel again,
I'll make sure everyone
knows how funny you are.
I do have a
reputation to uphold.
And I have an interview
to get to, ooh.
I'm still exploring my options.
Oh, I think that's good.
I mean, you got the time.
I do, but we have other
important decisions
to start making. Like
picking a wedding date.
Have you given any more
thought to early summer?
June gloom. Sounds
a little risky.
Then New Year's.
Two parties in one.
That may actually kill Arkady.
And then, of course,
you'd have to list that
as his official cause of death.
April?
Showers. Not to mention taxes.
Callen, if you want to bail...
"Bail" sounds a lot like "quit."
All right, then if you
want to change course...
I don't want to do either.
But I also don't want you to
be late for your interview.
Can we talk about this later?
Sure.
But there better be bagels.
There will be bagels.
Let's go!
We're gonna be late.
I can't find my backpack.
Mm. It's right here.
Oh... Wow!
Just saw my life
flash before my eyes.
That's a little
dramatic. Well, I'd argue
it was more of a dark comedy
with pivotal moments
of tenderness.
Regardless, I was over too soon.
Speaking of soon,
I'm gonna miss History if
we don't leave, like, now.
Great, yeah. No, of course.
And you-you have your essay
on the-the tragedy that
is the Great Depression?
Yes, but I argued it was
more of a dark comedy
with pivotal moments
of tenderness.
Wow. Now, that is a
touché. Well played.
Kensi!
Yep, yep, yep, yep,
yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.
Hey, by the way,
we
definitely don't have time
to pick up your
truck in the morning,
but we can do it after
work. Oh, my God.
Yeah, if we survive
that long. Hello?
Hello?
I come back from six
months on the road
and that's how you
answer the phone?
It's kind of a universally
accepted phone greeting.
But, okay... Wait a
minute, back from what?
A woman
can only eat, pray,
and love her way
across the lower 48
for so long.
But boy, did I love.
T... TMI, Mom. It
was like Woodstock,
all over again, only
this time with sciatica.
Mom,
boundaries! Okay.
Uh, I'm really glad
that you're back.
Uh, we're really glad.
Super, super glad.
But just to clarify,
when you say "back..."
In L.A.
Interesting because, uh,
you rented out your apartment
two days after
you saw Nomadland.
Which is why I'm on
my way to your house.
I'll be there in 30. And someone
better be there to let me in,
because I haven't
eaten or prayed since Reno.
Mwah, I love you.
I can't wait.
Okay. You know what? We'll
figure it out on the way. Yep.
Nope, yep. That's fine.
It's gonna be fine.
She's loving her
way through Reno.
That's what you want
to hear with your mom.
"Ready your
breakfast and eat hearty,
for tonight we dine in hell!"
Rountree,
what are you doing?
If you're gonna
work in this office,
you're gonna have to brush up
on your classic movie quotes.
It's from 300.
But what I meant is
what are you doing
to that bucket?
It's called hojo undo.
Ancient martial arts techniques
that are meant to build
grip and forearm
strength. I have
a troll-shaped stress doll
that also works great for that.
Can you do me a favor?
That might be a case.
Uh, it's a text from someone
named Packer who says,
"My pants are
fire"?
I'm afraid to ask.
Yeah, it's my homie,
Daniel Packer.
We were at Quantico together.
He's, uh, making
a clothing line,
so I figured I might invest
some of that money
that Beale left us.
Oh, I heard about that money.
I think that I
would spend that all
on first class tickets to Tokyo.
Yeah. I thought about that.
But after what happened
to me and my sister,
just... didn't feel right.
Nothing feels right after that.
You know...
I want that money
to grow something.
So I called a few friends
and asked 'em to
pitch me some ideas.
You didn't think
about asking me?
Ha! The world does not need
any more troll-shaped
stress dolls.
Oof, that's harsh. So is this.
Oh!
Now, that was fire.
Well, a cruise doesn't
just appear out of nowhere.
I mean, you're not
David Copperfield.
Why would I need a sign off
when I am the sign off?
Well, thank you for
the seven hours notice.
Oh, and thank you so
much for continuing to be
an overly-coddled
thorn in my ass.
My father's caretaker just quit.
Third one this month. Mm.
You?
There is yet another
process in place
for expense approvals.
I had a system in
place for my dad.
But the system only works
if I can get people
to play by the rules.
Good
luck with that one.
Speaking of which,
where is everyone?
Well, I mean, you seem to
have it covered on your own.
Who's this?
Uh, Lieutenant Jeff Morgan.
Found stabbed to death this
morning by a house cleaner.
He was an intelligence
officer assigned to
a DoD task force
based out of Naval Munitions
Command CONUS West.
They deal primarily with
naval weapons inventory. Yeah.
I wish it stopped at the Navy.
Morgan was part of a
highly-classified operation
developing software
aimed at networking the
entire U.S. military.
Similar to Project
Overmatch, only bigger.
Well, if an enemy can
access that software,
they could expose top secret
intel across every branch.
Which is why SECNAV
wants us to make sure
that nothing has
been compromised.
Got any suspects?
China. Russia. Iran.
Or his wife,
Alice Morgan.
One of those things is
not like the others.
A neighbor saw her
fleeing the scene
shortly after Morgan's
estimated TOD.
There's an APB out for her.
So, either she is
being targeted too...
Or Alice Morgan isn't
playing by the rules.
Sushi.
You wanted Sugarfish,
which I selflessly agreed,
to which you replied, and
I quote, "I owe you one."
Okay, I meant unpack
the groceries,
not spend the
entire day unpacking
your mother's weird obsession
with Michael Bublé. Okay,
he is a good-natured crooner who
refuses to look bad in a tux.
What's to unpack?
Sweetheart, she's your
mother. I know that.
Uh, hey! Ooh, Callen.
I'm an orphan. Can't help you.
That's good.
You're very funny.
Has anyone ever told you that?
You know, if I knew
you guys were throwing a party,
I would've brought bagels.
Well, you got to
get up pretty early
to beat the crowd for
that. I was up at 5:00,
in the office at 8:00
working on a case.
You guys remember
cases, right? Case?
I got Kilbride's text.
Were you able to get ahold
of Morgan's commanding officer?
I'm on my way to the boatshed
to meet with him now.
Then I think I'm
going with you. Great.
Perfect. All right.
Rountree's gonna
hit the crime scene.
You two should meet
him there, huh?
Got it. Wa... Can... So...
Oh, my gosh.
Okay, fine. I will spend
the day with Mama D.
Kilbride wants me to take
some accrued leave anyway.
Are you sure? Yes.
We'll have fun. I'll
pick up Rosa early.
They can meet for the first time
and then I can have
reinforcements.
I owe you one.
Ha! It's funny that you
think you owe me just one.
Oh,
God. I got it.
I'm going, I'm going.
All
right, thanks, guys.
LAPD found a personal
laptop, but it's locked.
Shyla's gonna get a
warrant to access it.
You find anything
interesting? Yeah.
That Achievable Design
is only achievable
for those people with
disposable income
and a questionable
definition of design.
Uh, speaking of money, coroner
found a Rolex on Morgan's wrist,
and his Lexus is still
parked in the garage.
Well, I think we can
rule out home invasion.
Yeah, but I didn't think junior
officers made Rolex money.
They don't. And they also
don't make enough money
to cover these
credit cards bills.
Well, their neighbors said
Alice Morgan didn't work a job,
so if she grew accustomed
to the finer things,
they would've had to have a
extra way of paying for it.
Yeah, well, maybe they were
selling classified
military software.
Well, if we had a way
of tracking her down,
we could ask her.
Maybe we do. Looks
like the Morgans
have been living
in the fast lane.
Uh, yeah.
Fancy watches, expensive cars.
Were you not present for this
whole conversation?
The literal fast lane.
This credit card bill has
electronic toll charges
all over it.
Well, if Alice Morgan's
trying to get out of Dodge,
toll roads would
be the fastest way.
That's what I'm saying.
That's what I'm saying. Good.
Commander Burns.
Thank you for coming
in to speak with us.
It's not like I was
given the choice.
You gentleman are aware
of cell phones, correct?
And you are aware
that one of your men
was murdered last
night, correct?
It's a tragedy. Truly.
But now, instead of
being in my office
dealing with the fallout,
I've been summoned
to a Bubba Gump's
to talk to you two.
So... start talking.
You first.
What kind of software is
your team was developing?
It's a cloud-like technology
that allows us to share data
across all the armed forces.
Everything from emails
to weapons, ordnance
and explosives tracking to
real-time target tracing.
And how does Lieutenant
Morgan fit into this?
He primarily oversaw
data analytics
until about a month ago,
when I put him on the road.
I had him visiting local
contractors and manufacturers
to confirm their
systems were up to date
and fully operational.
Did he have any enemies?
Not that I know of. He
seemed like a good kid.
But with hundreds
of command members,
I don't have the time to delve
in everyone's personal life.
So, I take it you
never met his wife?
Once, maybe.
Quiet.
Not very friendly, if
I remember correctly.
To be clear, she was unfriendly?
I really have to get back.
If you have any more questions,
please don't hesitate
to contact my office.
Uh, you know, by phone. Mm.
So, a month after Morgan is
transferred he winds up dead.
Yeah, we should pull his
travel vouchers.
Find out what
else he might have been up to
while he was out
there on the road.
I'll reach out to his
office. You know, by phone.
What have
we got, Agent Dahr?
A giant headache, sir.
Welcome to the last
40 years of my life.
I would recommend
an aspirin, but
I have always found that
a good single malt scotch
is a lot quicker.
I didn't mean a
literal headache.
I meant it figuratively.
I didn't know we were putting
nuance in our sitreps now.
And I didn't know
how frustrating
the sharing economy can be.
Businesses that rely on
community-based marketplaces.
I assume this will
all relate back
to my original question,
"what do we got?"
I got a warrant to access
the laptop LAPD found
in Morgan's home.
Most accounts were logged out,
but luckily, it
was still synced up
to Alice Morgan's text
messages, which is where
I found this very vague
confirmation code.
I traced the number
the text came from
to a company called
Home Connections.
They specialize in
discreet vacation rentals.
So discreet that
I'm still waiting on
the manager to give me
access to her account.
Mm. Should be any minute now.
Better let me talk to them.
I will make sure that
there is no nuance
in what I have to say.
Oh, may not be
necessary. I'm in.
Hey, looks like Alice Morgan
used a gift credit card
and a fake name to book
a house in Larchmont
an hour after her
husband's death.
Get this address to
Rountree and Deeks.
I want her picked up now.
Wow. Man, the
owners were smart
to invest in this place.
Great walk score,
mountain views.
All right, Warren Buffett,
why all the
investment talk today?
I just want to do better
with my money, you know?
I want it to
actually help people,
like... Alice Morgan.
No, not Alice Morgan.
She's clearly spending enough.
Are you okay today?
No, no. Alice Morgan.
Oh. Alice Morgan.
Oh, don't...
I should have stretched.
Ow.
Federal agents. Stop.
Hands up. Step down.
Come towards me.
I have a gun in my waistband.
Go.
Wow.
You good?
Yeah.
I just got to invest
in a chiropractor.
All right, there's a
couple ways this can go.
Which is really exciting for me,
because I've always loved a
good Choose Your Own Adventure.
You know what I'm
saying? Cave of Time?
House of Danger?
Lost Jewels of Nabooti?
Yeah? No? What about you?
Really? It's a book series
where you get to choose
how your story unfolds.
Look, we
have you fleeing
the scene of your
husband's murder.
You're our prime suspect.
But if you cooperate,
you too can choose how
your story unfolds.
I'm not telling you anything.
Look, we can sit here
all day, all right?
But being silent only hurts you.
We're here to help.
You want to help me now?
Where were you six months ago?
Why, what happened
six months ago?
I talked and I
talked and I talked,
and no one seemed
to listen then,
so I'm not saying
anything now. Mrs. Morgan,
we're only trying to help.
Um, actually, we
should take a...
We can... we should
take a break.
Do you want a... I
want to get a coffee.
Me? Do you want a
coffee? I bet she
needs some coffee.
You want some coffee?
I don't need a coffee.
Yeah, well, the
people of Nabooti
didn't think they needed,
uh, Lucy and Peter's help,
but at the end of the day,
they were glad to have it.
I'll grab you a coffee.
Everything all
right with your dad?
Yeah, if I can find someone
to stay with him tomorrow.
What happened to
Cheryl? She was great.
And very into birds, by the way.
Yeah, apparently, they
fell on the different sides
of the war pigeon
debate.
She quit last week. I
got to find a new agency.
Well, that's one approach.
What's that supposed to mean?
Look, the last caretaker quit
because your Dad wouldn't
ride in his Mazda.
He prefers American cars.
I'm just saying. Maybe
it's not the caretakers.
Maybe you're avoiding
the real issue here.
You want to talk to
me about avoidance?
Well, I didn't say I wanted
to talk to you about it.
Did you pick your
wedding date yet?
Oh, you think I'm
avoiding my wedding?
I think you're keeping
Anna in the dark
about what's going on,
and whatever it is,
she'll understand.
But you have to
give her a chance.
Don't even think about sitting.
Just heard from Rountree.
Alice Morgan still
isn't talking.
Did Commander Burns' office
send over Morgan's
travel vouchers?
Yep. Uh, at first,
nothing stood out.
Then I remembered that
in addition to his wife's
electronic toll pass
records, I had his too.
So I cross-referenced them
with his travel vouchers
and it turns out something
is definitely rotten
in the state of
Denmark. Lovely.
Now we're doing
Shakespeare in the park.
Lieutenant Morgan took the same
freeway to and from the office
at about the same
time every day.
That all changed a month
ago. Yeah, well, that tracks.
That's when he started
traveling for work.
Which took him everywhere
from PennCo Metrics
to Marview Chemicals
to Parnell Industries.
All of which manufacture
high-powered,
military-grade explosives.
Exactly,
and after each trip
to those specific manufacturers,
his toll pass pinged a responder
near the Santa Anita
Avenue exit off the 10.
The Morgans live out
in Jefferson Park.
That's over 20 miles
past their house.
Which is why I inputted his most
recent trip into Kaleidoscope.
Traffic cams caught him
pulling into a storage facility
in El Monte on Friday.
Friday? So, two days
before he was murdered.
So whatever he's keeping there
may help explain
what got him killed.
"Though this be madness,
yet there is method in't."
Damn it.
My father's caretaker agency,
they need to speak with me
before they can
find a replacement.
Uh, take the call, Agent Hanna.
Ms. Dahr can use
the fresh air.
Thanks for that.
Actually, you mind if
I go into it alone?
Uh, yeah, sure. All
right, thanks, man.
Yeah.
So it's, uh... June 30, 1990.
And my mom decides
she wants to take me
to watch the Dodgers
play the Cardinals.
And I will never
forget that day.
I don't care about sports.
That's funny, 'cause I don't
care about sports either.
No, the reason I remember
it is 'cause it was so hot.
Like, L.A. had been coming
off this massive heat wave
and I can still see the
ice cream cone melting
as it's being
passed down the row.
Now you want to
talk about weather?
Actually, I do, because...
that is the other thing
that I can still see
from that day, is my mom.
And she's sitting next to
me in this 90-degree heat,
except for the fact
that she is wearing...
She's wearing jeans and
a long-sleeve turtleneck.
And she was covered up like
that the whole entire summer.
Not
that it matters,
because she couldn't cover
the bruises on her face.
Did he spare you, at least?
No.
I mean, but I was a kid, right?
Kids are supposed
to have bruises.
I'd just tell the
teachers that, um...
I got another fight
in the playground.
What do you tell people?
I don't have anyone
left to tell.
He made me push everyone away.
Yeah, they do that.
How long has your
husband been abusing you?
Physically?
Three years.
Mentally? Who knows.
He even cut off my access
to our bank account.
He controlled every
part of my life.
And you reported
him six months ago?
I called some military hotline,
and when I didn't hear back
I filed a report with the
family advocacy center.
They said they were
looking into it.
I got to ask you this
'cause it's my job,
but I don't blame
you if you did.
Did you kill your husband?
No. Okay.
He was like that
when I came home.
Can you believe,
after all this,
I even tried to save him?
I can.
So, why did you run?
Because...
my husband was worth
a lot to the military.
I'm not.
They're gonna want
someone to pay for this,
and I was afraid that my reports
would be used as motive.
That tracks.
So, your husband has been
traveling a lot for work.
Have you noticed
any differences,
any changes in him since then?
Sorry, can I have a few
minutes? Yeah, of course.
You can have as much
time as you want.
Motor oil.
Sorry, what?
When he h...
When he came close to
me after those trips,
his hands smelled
like motor oil.
I'm sorry.
One minute,
I'm signing up
for a polar bear plunge,
next thing I know
I'm 20 miles off the strip,
skinny dipping at a Ramada Inn
with a broken pool
heater.
That's one
version of an ice breaker.
Yeah, that sounds
like a very fun trip.
Adele is doing a residency
in Vegas right now. Ooh.
I'd love to go. I
didn't know that.
Listen, if you want
to go see Adele,
I don't think Deeks
would mind taking a trip.
Uh, actually, Tay's
family has a condo there
and they said I could go
if that's okay. Yes.
Of course, yeah.
Tay...
I don't-I don't think
we've spoken about her.
My friend from Calculus.
Oh, Calculus. Now,
that's a waste of time.
Oh, that's definitely not...
I have had a
disastrous marriage,
three dead-end jobs, and
a little quick brush with
a pyramid scheme. And not
one of those problems
was solved by the
Pythagorean theorem.
That's actually geometry...
You are very cool.
Right back at you, sis.
I'll bet you're gonna
keep these two on their toes.
Speaking of which,
Uh, Kensi, do you think
you could take me and Tay
to the mall after
school? Mm-hmm.
Uh, we were gonna get new
cleats for soccer practice.
Soccer practice.
You definitely
told me about that.
Well, I'm pretty sure
I didn't tell you about
the sound bath I took
behind the Dairy Queen in Marfa.
So, ladies, buckle up.
And you're sure this was the guy
that rented the
storage unit from you?
Positive. Dude was intense.
Like you two, but different.
What do you mean by that?
I mean I would not want
to be on the other side
of a board game from you.
You... I'd take
my chances with.
I
meant Jeff Morgan.
That wasn't the name he gave me.
Well, I'm sure he
used a fake one. Mm.
He used all cash,
too. And it was wet.
My mans was real
sweaty... Ooh, this is it.
All right, well.
We need anything else,
we'll let you know.
All righty.
Could have come
and cleaned the place out
before he was killed.
Or someone did it after.
You smell that?
They put odorizing
taggants in explosives
to make them more detectable.
Some say that it
smells like almonds,
but most, uh, think it
smells like motor oil.
Alice Morgan told
Deeks her husband
smelled like motor
oil after he traveled.
And Morgan recently
gained access
to every military
explosives manufacturer
across Southern California.
Which means he had
access to everything
from det-cord to
Comp B to... To C-4.
Usually, it's stored in bricks,
but cut into smaller pieces,
it tends to crumble.
What if this was never
about his software?
What if Morgan was
using his access
to slowly stockpile explosives
until he had a supply
large enough to sell?
Well, if that's the case,
where is it all now?
Hey, if there's a dead
body, I call dibs.
My true crime
podcast needs this.
No dead body, but this is
now an active crime scene.
We'll need you to keep
all the customers out.
Mm, and if they don't listen,
can I perform a
citizen's arrest?
No, you cannot.
You're no fun.
Well, you should
see what happens
when someone sinks
my battleship.
When was the last time you saw
someone access
that storage unit?
Well, there were three guys
I didn't recognize this morning.
They were taking out boxes
through the back. You
have cameras back there?
Yeah, but my manager is
the only one with access.
Call him, tell him to
expect a call from us.
We're gonna need to
see those videos.
Mm, and if he doesn't
cooperate, can I...
No! No!
I'll track down Commander Burns.
Hopefully he put together
a list of every weapon
and explosive that is
currently unaccounted for.
Got it.
Alice Morgan
is telling the truth.
The Navy confirms that
she did make calls
to abuse hotline several times
leading up to her
husband's death.
Did they say if anyone ever
acted upon those calls?
Their official response is that
they take all domestic
abuse cases seriously
and there was not enough
information to refer to us.
The hell?
So, Morgan just beats
the hell out of his wife
and doesn't even get
a slap on the wrist?
It's a problem
that's been getting
a lot of justifiable
attention in the press lately.
The Pentagon invested
one billion dollars
specifically to remedy
this very problem.
They are headed in
the right direction.
Well, think of how much
money they could have saved
if they just would have
prioritized the victims
to begin with, sir.
There are only so many problems
that we can solve in one day,
this case being one of them.
Well, that's convenient.
If Alice didn't
kill her husband,
see if she has any idea who did.
Was all that true?
About your dad?
Every word of it.
Hey, Kensi?
You're out of dryer sheets.
Oof. Where's Rosa?
Tay is having a crisis
with another friend,
so Rosa is talking
them down.
You don't have to do this.
Oh, I don't mind. I've
missed helping out.
Well...
Deeks and I have
missed you helping out.
Nice try.
You can't even look me
in the eye and say that.
How you doing, kiddo?
Great. Good.
Fine. Tired.
And hungry, like, all the time.
Mm. Welcome to parenthood.
Mm, thank you,
but I am not "technically"
a parent yet.
Do you love her
and want nothing more
than to keep her safe?
Of course.
And do you constantly wake up
with the crushing fear that
you're not doing enough
even though you're exhausted
from doing too much?
Every single morning.
Well, then I don't give a
damn about the technicalities.
You're a parent, sister.
Thanks.
But I just can't help but feel
like I'm missing something
all the time.
You know, my entire career
is spent being one step
ahead of somebody else,
and I thought it would be the
same thing with parenting,
and it's just not.
Hmm.
My mother once gave me
the best parenting advice
I've ever heard.
Yeah? She said, "Bertie,
raising kids is like being
pecked to death by chickens."
I think she saw it on a sign
in a gift shop at a rest stop.
Geez. Thought it'd be something
a little more optimistic.
Oh, my God. What are
you talking about?
It's a slow death.
You've got all the time in
the world to figure it out.
I got your text,
Shyla. What's up?
Nothing good, Shark Tank.
Just got security footage
from Lieutenant
Morgan's storage space.
You should have it now.
Huh. Oh, great.
So, we're looking for
three potentially armed
and dangerous pixels.
Needless to say, facial rec is
having trouble getting an ID.
All right, well, I'll put
it in front of Alice Morgan
and see if she
recognizes any of them.
Thanks, Shyla.
Sorry to interrupt.
We just got security cam footage
of a storage unit that's
linked to your husband's name.
These three guys were trying to
access his unit this morning.
You recognize any of them?
Hard to tell.
That guy.
My husband brought
me to an event
a few weeks ago.
Some type of wine festival.
I don't know his name,
but I saw them
talking to each other.
And you're sure it was him?
I remember thinking how badly
he needed to wash his hair.
Do you remember the date?
My birthday.
Here I thought he was finally
doing something nice for me.
It was somewhere in
Hollywood. Near the cemetery.
I'm gonna give this to Shyla.
Yeah, right.
Investigator Deeks. Yeah?
What happened to your father?
I shot him.
And two weeks later,
he was in prison.
You did good.
I
should look into this.
Just in time.
Commander Burns.
How's the fallout down there?
Gentlemen, I assure you,
I am all over this matter.
Have you put together
a list of the items
that are currently missing?
ATF has been in contact
with every manufacturer
that Morgan visited.
We're looking at somewhere
between 15 and 25 pounds
of C-4, Composition
B and detcord,
not to mention an unknown
supply of blasting caps.
That's quite a big range.
And if not handled properly,
it can cause an even
bigger amount of damage.
So, were you aware
of the reports filed
against Morgan by his wife?
Yes.
But I required further evidence
before I could pull him
from his assignment.
Now, before you blame me,
Guys,
you need to see this.
We'll be in touch.
What do we got?
Something between bad news
and very, very bad news.
Oh, great. Another big range.
Alice Morgan said her husband
controlled their bank account.
What she didn't know
is that he controlled
multiple bank accounts,
three of which received
separate deposits
in the amount of
$9,000 last week.
Just under the amount that would
trigger a CTR from the bank.
All three were
wired from a company
called Met World Holdings,
which is a shell corp that
traces back to this guy,
Ivan Parsons.
That's the same guy
from the storage facility.
He also owns his own
import-export
business here in L.A.
Looks like they do everything
from fine foods to fine wines.
Which explains why
Alice Morgan said
she saw him at the festival
her husband took her to.
Well, something tells me
his business is doing more
than importing and
exporting food and wine.
He is suspected of
having financial ties
to extremist groups in
Ireland, Germany and Indonesia.
So far, no one's found
enough to prove it.
Well, maybe getting
caught with 25 pounds
of stolen military-grade
explosives will do the trick.
How's that headache now?
I might just take you up on
that single malt after all.
Well, I will interpret
that as being not good.
How are we at
locating Ivan Parsons?
Met World Holdings
owns properties
all throughout the city
but recently
applied for a permit
for an address in Hollywood.
As always, the
city is backlogged.
So, at the moment,
that space seems
to be unoccupied.
Hmm. Callen and
Sam on their way?
We just got here.
How far out are
Rountree and Deeks?
Deeks stayed behind.
He had to make sure that Alice
Morgan got to a safe location.
I'm seven minutes away.
I don't have to remind you all
what it is we're
dealing with here.
Parsons has enough explosives to
take down an entire city block.
An outcome I would very
much like to avoid.
Talk about avoidance.
Don't start.
Can I stay on to
see how this ends?
It ends, Agent Rountree,
with you recovering all
the missing explosives
without incident.
The only way this city
is going down in flames
is if I'm holding the match.
I got at least one inside.
No sign of Parsons yet.
Should be another
door around back.
Come on.
I got Parsons.
He's in a hurry.
Well, hopefully he
has time for a drink.
Yo, check it out.
Come on. Let's go.
Parsons, step away from the van.
Put your hands up.
All right, turn towards me slow.
Place the bag on the ground.
Ah, ah... slowly.
There you go. Slow...
Turns out Morgan had
made a deal with Parsons
but tried to back out
at the last second.
After Parsons had already
paid him almost $30,000.
Oh, so he's either
scared or greedy.
Parsons tracked him
down at his house,
tried to talk him out of it.
We know how that turned out.
I guess Morgan wasn't as
tough as he thought he was.
They never are.
Hey.
Ah. My firstborn.
Your onlyborn.
Well, it's like I said...
I've never cared much for
math. Come on and sit down,
take a load off.
You joining a sorority
or is one of those
for me? Well,
it is now.
How was work today?
Get all the cats
out of the trees?
Yeah, I...
I did my best.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
I wanted to ask you
a question about Dad.
Oh, honey, you know I don't
like to dwell on my past.
See, that's not fair,
'cause it's our past.
Mm-mmm. Mm.
I just want to know how
you made it through.
Vicodin.
And Sally Jessy Raphael.
Mom.
Oh, how the hell
do I know, honey?
That son of a bitch sure
didn't make it easy on us.
He took everything from us, kid.
Including the person I was.
But because of you...
I got her back.
And I told myself I would
never, ever lose her again.
Is the life I've made
for myself, uh...
since then, I don't
know, perfect?
No.
But it's mine.
I'll drink to that. You bet.
Yeah. Hello!
Mm. Hey.
Hi. Where were you guys?
At the mall with Tay,
my friend from Calculus.
Kensi picked us up.
Yeah. Um, and,
actually, on the way home,
we were talking about maybe
doing a little road trip
to San Francisco.
It's another place I've
always wanted to visit.
I mean, that's an amazing idea.
You say the word,
I pack the truck.
Oh, Marty.
You're never gonna fit
the four of us in a truck.
Sorry, what?
But the good news is
I know a throuple up in Barstow
that'll rent us
an RV super cheap.
Okay. Yeah.
That's the good news?
Yeah, man. That you
know a throuple?
They have a...
Well, I'm not a part of it.
Mom, I swear to God.
Kensi? I'm not. I'm just very
good friends with those ladies.
Mom!
Hey!
Sorry I'm late.
I'll change quickly.
And then we can go to dinner.
Callen, what's going on?
I've decided to change course.
What's in the bag?
Bagels.
As requested.
Okay, I'm confused
and now very hungry.
Well, then I will
make this quick.
Mm-hmm?
I love you.
And I would marry you tomorrow.
But if we are going
to have a wedding...
we have to do it the right way.
And we need to be
surrounded by...
everyone that means
everything to us.
Our friends. And Arkady.
And Hetty.
You could have told
me that sooner.
And I should've. I...
I've just already made so many
excuses to push off our future.
I-I didn't...
I didn't want to
make her one more.
Sounds like she is one now.
Yeah.
No, you're, uh...
you're right. I...
Look,
as much as I want to fight it...
Hetty's a huge part of my life.
She has been there
from the beginning.
I thought I could
turn and just...
we could move on with
our lives, but...
I can't do it.
Callen, why,
after all she's
done, all the lies,
why do you still care?
Because I believe there's
more to the story.
And I need her to tell it.
I need to give her one
more chance to tell it,
from start to
finish. No more...
secrets. No more lies. I...
If I don't do this,
there will always be
another person in the room.
I am not asking
for a lot of time.
Too bad.
'Cause I'm giving it to you.
Callen,
I want to marry you.
And nothing you can say or
do is going to change that.
Anna,
I promise you...
No.
The only thing I
want you to promise
is that you'll keep
being honest with me.
Even when it's hard.
Especially when it's hard.
I will.
Good.
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