NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Overwatch - full transcript

Oh.

You are not of this world, my friend.

"USN?"

If I'm not mistaken,
which I often am,

you've got a Naval signature.

Well, that's just weird.

Not weird at all.

Toe-tag check.

Not sure where they think
anyone's going.

Mrs. Smith, present.

Mr. Yusef Afzal is under the guidance
of the eminently qualified Rose Carlyle.



Yeah, sorry. Edward?

- Edgar.
- Edgar.

Um, I have to call a friend...

I mean, a colleague.

Don't touch anything, okay?

I can never get a signal in here.

What would I touch?

I love my job.

My temporary unpaid internship

that will hopefully lead
to a fully realized life.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Uh, incoming are left up front.

[SHOUTS]

HETTY:
Do you think you're clever?



That you can read people?

That you know things?

Well, I'm an undercover agent
for a highly respected federal agency,

so I'm gonna go with yes.

And I'm sorry about your syrup.

What you so crassly refer to
as my syrup

is my Michoac?n
shade-grown agave nectar.

My personal sweetener.

But, however,
it isn't that to which I refer.

I've just, uh, received copies

of your federal
360 coworker evaluations.

Perfect scores in every category,
for every coworker?

What can I say?
You run a tight ship.

You know what you have to do
with these.

Redo them.

I'll race you for it.

You think you can win?

- Just because you're...
- I didn't say that.

- Just because I'm...
- I didn't say that either.

All right, let's do it.

Come on, top of the wall.

Top of the wall.

I have to, uh, warn you

that if you indulge in this sort
of frivolity and brinkmanship

and I win,

I'm going to expect these tomorrow.

Deal.

I also need to tell you
that I've had years of practice.

You don't scare me.

- Well, maybe a little bit.
- Ha, ha.

I seem to recall a certain Sherpa
saying exactly that

just before I beat him
to the Everest summit

with a broken arm.

You expect me to believe that?

Okay, see, now you're bluffing.

On three.

One.

Two.

Wise choice.

And, no, I won't do this just for fun.

I wasn't gonna ask.

Ask what?

CALLEN:
Wait a minute.

- Was she bluffing?
- Who?

She does this to me every time.

She knows I think she's bluffing,

then she starts
with these Yoda mind tricks.

Did Callen sleep last night?

So that I don't take the challenge,
which is what she wanted?

You didn't have him
reading Hegel again?

It wasn't me. I burned all my copies.

Copies of what?

- Whoa, what are you drinking?
- Coffee by the half gallon.

I'm literally mainlining caffeine,
because it's much more "effish."

That's an efficient way
of saying "efficient."

So is this why I have to pull over
every 20 minutes for you to pee?

CALLEN:
It's a con.

No, it's a double con,
that's what it is.

[PHONE RINGING]

That's exactly what it is.

- Callen.
DEEKS: Okay, what did I miss?

Hey, Rose.

ROSE [OVER PHONE]:
I came back. I saw him and I ran.

- Rose?
ROSE: Oh, here.

- Rose, slow down.
ROSE: l... l... Yeah.

The... And l...

So I was trying to call you
but he wouldn't stop chatting.

Oh, dear, I shouldn't say that
now that he's dead.

And right here,
he didn't have far to go.

MAN:
We're done.

So I was walking out
because reception in here is lousy,

but I came back.

I saw him and I ran.

Rose, you need to listen to me.

They had a plan. They had guns.
You did the right thing.

Did I? Then why do I feel
so crummy?

- Were you and Edgar close?
- No, not at all.

That's the worst part.

I barely knew him.

Nate always knew what to say.

Not that you guys don't,
but, you know.

He's an operational psychologist.
That's what he does for a living.

- I miss him.
- We all do.

CALLEN:
You said you were trying to call me?

Yeah, yeah.
I found a residue on the body.

You know, the one that was stolen,
and I recognized the Naval signature.

USN.

U.S. Navy.

Nate and I talked about it once.

Um, so when I saw it

I thought,
do I know anyone in the Navy?

I'll need to see a sample.

Of course.

SAM: The coroner's van is missing.
Eric's looking for it.

These guys are good.

Residue on a stolen body
with a Naval signature.

Does that sound normal to you?

No, it sounds classified to me.

They waited for the guard
to make his rounds,

jimmied the door down the hall,

came right in,
walked out the same way.

Okay, so that is there.

We also have them on camera here,
here and here.

It's a closed-circuit DVR deck,
but it's low-resolution.

They're wearing caps

and they're turned away
from the camera.

Wow, bad guys, one.

Cops, zero.

Downloading.

Funny, isn't it?
A thousand ways to die.

Only two ways to go, though,
cremated or buried.

Not me, I don't wanna be buried
and I don't wanna be burned.

But you will have to choose.

- Casket or urn?
- Nope.

I'm going for cryogenic suspension.

Frozen in a suspended state
of animation

and then thawed out when they have
the technology to bring me back.

Can we keep you in the office?

With a little viewing window like
an aquarium. That would be so cool.

You mock me, when I come back,
do you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna marry your daughter.

- Oh, that is awkward.
- That is creepy.

You know what I would love though,
is for you to be my mother-in-law.

Think about that.
Oh, Mrs. Blye, it's so good to see you.

What a wonderful one-piece jumpsuit
you're wearing.

Would you stop?
You're giving me nightmares.

Me helping you with your walker
to the early-bird special?

Anything on the vic?

Ask Eddie Haskell.

I talked to L.A.P.D. And they're more
than happy to hand the case over.

The report says
it's a home invasion gone bad.

Yusef Afzal was killed
by blunt-force trauma to the head.

He was hit, he fell and then died.

- And then half autopsied.
- Then stolen.

It's a bad day even for a dead guy.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Eric found the van.

Kensi, take Beaver here
and check it out, will you?

Beaver? Really?

Okay. No, that's fine.

If we're gonna do a nickname
maybe we should do something cool.

Like Diesel? Or, uh,
D-Rock or D-Unit?

Just think about it.

He needs decaf.

That's not much of a plan.

Steal a body, steal a van,
drive four blocks, abandon the van.

I mean, this is completely
nonsensical.

KENSl:
It seems to have worked for them.

Looks like one of your parking jobs,
Deeks.

One of the reasons I became a cop.
You can park anywhere you want.

Seriously, why did you
become a cop?

DEEKS:
You mean, like, honestly?

No, lie to me.

I wanted to protect people.

I wanted to do something that
made a difference in people's lives.

That's really nice, Deeks.

That, and I know how girls
love guys in uniforms.

- Overrated.
- Really?

Overrated, the whole uniform thing?

You don't like that shiny badge?
Those tight polyester pants?

Door, Deeks.

One, two, three.

Bomb.

[CAR ALARMS WAILING]

Maybe they did have a plan.

What do we know
about our stolen dead guy?

Yusef Afzal, 36 years old,

worked at Cal West Hospital
as a computer tech.

No criminal record, nothing on Interpol,
no watch list, nothing.

He was born here,
he never left the country.

He's, like, the most boring guy
in Venice.

And our body snatchers?

The bomb did an excellent job

of destroying any trace
of what they were doing.

No visuals, no prints, no DNA,

and we're still tracking down
that Navy signature

that was found on Yusef.

So why do you steal a dead body?

Proof of death.

- Satanic ritual.
- Cannibalism.

- Just thinking outside the box.
- You need to get back in the box.

But why this one? Why this corpse?

Why risk a murder conviction
to steal it?

Maybe he's not Yusef Afzal.
It could be a cover.

We could run Yusef'ss DNA,

see if he's in
the SOCOM database.

It's a long shot.

I mean, if he's any kind of a jihadist,
he'd be keeping a low profile.

Either he was a sleeper
way below the radar

or Yusef has more secrets
than we realize.

All right,
according to L.A.P.D. Crime report,

neighbors heard yelling,
came over, knocked on the door,

called the alarm company
and 911 from the stoop.

Quite a neighborhood watch.

Report also says
the perps escaped out the back.

Case is cold from there.

Oh, can I help you?

Can we help you carry Yusef'ss stuff
to your car

because we're sort of wondering
who you are?

And I'm wondering who you are.

We are investigating
Yusef'ss murder.

Your turn.

Larissa Bay, his girlfriend.

I was just grabbing
a few things of ours.

You know, memories.

If you need it for evidence, take it.

It's okay.

Maybe you can tell us a little bit
about Yusef.

Where did you guys meet?

At the hospital.

I'm the charge nurse
on the pediatric floor.

He was our computer tech.

I think he crashed my server
a few times just to come by.

The old workplace romance trick.

Sounds like you two were serious.

I think we both thought
it was going to be.

We were friends for years
and started dating on Valentine's Day.

The police are calling this
a home invasion.

Which is hard to believe. It's
ridiculously safe. People everywhere.

Can you tell me about
Yusef'ss background?

Where was he from?
Was he religious?

His parents fled Beirut in the '70s.

They were Muslim
but not observant.

So is that how he came
to have a non-observant girlfriend?

I celebrate Christmas with my dad
and seder with my mom,

and Yusef happily came to both.

Any chance that's not his real name,
not his real background?

Yusef is not a closet radical
or a militant,

if that's what you're thinking.

What he is, is completely American.

I'm just saying that people have
an ability to hide a side of themselves.

Does your partner hide
anything from you?

DEEKS:
As a matter of fact, she does, yeah.

She's got a junk-food jones
she doesn't think I know about.

But I find the Twinkie wrappers
stuffed between the car seats.

That was one time on a stakeout.

If that was one time
there's like 12 in a box, so that's...

The police report says that you were
working the night of Yusef'ss death.

Think I had something to do with it?

Given the rocky family dynamic,
you've got different religions,

- I think we're just saying...
- You're not hearing me.

I loved Yusef.

After his shift,

he'd suit up and go into the NICU
with me to rock the babies.

You have this all wrong.

Evidently.

You know, if he went into the NICU
he can't be all bad.

- So you believe her?
- I really wish somebody was lying.

Come on.

- Let me go buy you a Ding Dong.
- Yummy.

This is the residue
Rose got off Yusef'ss body, blown up.

See the geometric shapes?

It's a crystalline structure.

NELL:
See the eensy-weensy little numbers?

That's a classified
Navy project identifier.

It took some digging.

If you make a number that small,
you're hiding something.

It's called Overwatch.

It's an experimental
special-ops tracking system.

- And?
- And that's it.

One-line description
and then nothing,

nada, niente in the system
on who, what, when anything.

They won't even talk about it over
the phone. Insisted we do it in person.

Overwatch.

I know, it's very Sauron.

That's Lord of the Rings humor.

Sorry.

[CHUCKLES]

Overwatch
is a tagging detection system

for use
in counter-insurgency operations.

Sensor platforms can track insurgents
as they retreat

or attempt to hide
among the civilian population.

How about you tell us
what's not in the catalog description.

Well, I can't get into specifics
even with you people.

But the idea essentially
is that you tag a guy with the residue,

you can track him anywhere
on the planet by satellite

to within a yard away.

That's impressive.

You have no idea.

Special Ops started field-testing
last month

in a single high-conflict war zone.

Here's our first go.

- Kunduz.
- Afghanistan.

And here are the targets.

And here is the tracking history.

- How long does the residue last?
- Few months, few days.

We give the residue
the half-life we want.

And it stays on.

Clothes or skin. Let me show you.

You need, uh, steel wool
or harsh chemicals to take it off,

and that's assuming
you know you've been tagged.

This is inactive spray
but it'll give you the idea.

Here, see for yourself.

SAM:
Huh.

- Have there been any problems?
- Tracking is spotty indoors.

And, uh, we had one incident
involving a violent altercation

where the residue actually
transferred subjects, but just once.

The real issue is overload.

Just the man-hours needed
to analyze the data dump.

So many suspects
doing so many questionable things.

Exactly. I gotta tell you
this is a game changer.

But it's only as good
as your human intel.

You have a target walk into
a radical mosque, what do you know?

He could be using the bathroom

or hawking a new cell-phone plan
to the imam.

Thanks to various concerns
of a similar nature,

we're limited to Kunduz.

The geographic region
is reasonably sized,

but there are lots of people to track
while we work out the bugs.

Mind telling me how it ended up
on Yusef Afzal?

Who, as far as we can ascertain,
has never been to Afghanistan.

REARDEN:
Yusef Afzal, he's not one of ours.

- We didn't put it on him.
- So who did?

Access is highly restricted.

The residue
isn't even stored stateside.

Bottom line, I have no idea.

Commander, can you bring up L. A?

As I said,
there are no subjects stateside.

Humor me.

REARDEN:
We don't use this domestically.

I don't understand.

Okay, this... It's gotta be a glitch.

Some glitch.

Because it looks like someone is
illegally tracking dozens of Americans.

Or there's dozens of Afghan terrorists
roaming around L.A.

Okay, got it.

It's not a glitch.

No, it's not a glitch.

The Pentagon
just went on high alert.

Software says
it started about three weeks ago.

A hundred and twelve subjects
have been tagged.

Who? Why is the Navy
tracking them?

It's not us.

Our satellites
are picking up the residue.

The Overwatch software is recording
and time-stamping it.

But the rest of the data
has been encrypted.

We cannot read anything.

So somebody hijacked the world's
most powerful tracking technology.

Basically, yes.

We haven't had any luck
breaking the encryption.

He's spoofing his IP address.

Masking his real IP with a fake one.
This guy's good.

He also hacked the tasking of satellites
to collect over L.A.

Very good.

All right, so why tag a hundred people
in Los Angeles?

And what's the connection
to Yusef?

What about the targets?

Can we follow people home,
check their work addresses,

cross-check them that way?

The encryption makes the computer
think they're the same person.

So we just see these icons
pop up willy-nilly.

But we did find a common vector.

Masjid Farook.
It's a mosque in Westchester.

On any given day at afternoon prayer,
you can get ten, 20, 50 targets.

So the hacker targeted
this mosque.

Masjid Farook is not known
to be a radical hot spot.

The imam likes publicity

and there's the occasional
fringe speaker,

but it's not considered
a security risk.

Well, what about its members?

Anybody on the watch list?

No one to set your heart racing.

I doubt whoever's behind this

is gonna get caught
outside the mosque in a van

with a pair of binoculars
and adult diapers.

But it wouldn't hurt to have
our own surveillance to cross-check.

Eric, send the details to Kensi.

Nell, it's a nice visual.

[SIGHS]

I had another thought.

It's a little out there.

Okay, so this guy spoofed
his IP address.

Yeah.

Now, he probably visits other sites
from the same computer.

Maybe sometimes he forgets
and visits, I don't know, ESPN

and is spoofing his IP address...

And sometimes he visits
and he isn't spoofing.

Leaving the real IP address behind.

Now, that is very, very good.

Tall guy, 10 o'clock.

KENSl:
Mm-hm.

Kaffiyeh approaching our 9.

What do we think
we're watching here?

Feels like random people
going to a random mosque,

not a hotbed for terrorist activity.

If somebody's tracking them
they probably have a reason.

Larissa said that Yusef came here.

Well, when he wasn't at shabbas
and Christmas dinner.

Look what happened to him.

Well, I think it's nice
that he can move between worlds.

How about moving
between the worlds of murder,

abduction
and covert tracking systems?

Is that nice?

Happy family, 8 o'clock.

KENSl: Do you think they should know
what's happening?

That some hacker
is targeting them?

I mean,
we already have one dead body.

Yeah, they have the right to know

that some creep is tracking them
to the bathroom,

the corner bar, to their girlfriend's.

How about invading their privacy
and compromising their safety?

Then again, who knows what the
imam would do with the information?

He could denounce the situation,
put it on YouTube,

send it to every tinderbox
in the Middle East.

Oh, here we go.

High-speed target,

old lady with a walker, 9 o'clock.

KENSl:
Yeah, she's trouble. Ha, ha.

- Deeks, did you see that?
- See what?

The guy with the tan jacket
just sprayed something on someone.

What? Let me see.

- That's our guy.
- Let's go.

Too late, Kensi, follow that cab.

Go, go, go.

So by cross-checking exact page views
with the time of day,

politics in the morning,
cricket at night,

and because people are painfully
predictable in their Internet browsing,

I matched this spoofed IP address
and this IP address.

Which is Brentstein & Associates.

A small firm
specializing in risk analysis.

We did it.

It would take a warrant
and a day and a half

to identify which computer.

And by then he'd have wiped
his hard drive and be long gone.

Empty office.

CALLEN:
Could access their employee list.

Interference?

We've got company.

One more minute.

Uh, excuse me.

Could you help me out here?

Depends on what you need.

Ha, ha. You're funny.

Uh, I'm looking for Alan,
he's an accountant.

I've decided
I need a numbers guy in my life.

Am I on the right floor?

There's no Alan here
and we're not accountants.

I suggest you try the directory
in the lobby.

Wait. You know what?

Maybe it wasn't Alan. Adam, Alex?

- You getting this, Eric?
- Got it.

Running a broad spectrum search.

- Uh, Assan?
- Nope.

- Great. Well, thank you.
- Okay.

Oh, sorry, sorry. One more thing.

- Yeah.
- Do you have a restroom?

I have this condition.

Thank you.

You better have a plan, G.

NELL: Hey, Eric?
I think I got something.

Hector Cage, former
Department of Homeland Security.

Worked on a bunch of boring stuff,
boring stuff,

and the early development team
of USN6457.

That's the code name
for Overwatch.

CALLEN:
I'm waiting, Eric.

This is your plan?

I let you take lead
and ride shotgun for this?

Xeroxing blank pieces of paper?

People only see
what they wanna see.

Dumb Luck Club.

ERIC:
Callen, Sam, we've got something.

Hector Cage, he's an analyst.
I'm sending you his photo now.

See?

Good plan.

Dumb luck.

Where's Hector's office?

Hector Cage?
We'd like to ask you some questions.

- Whoa, what are...?
- We found the guy.

Huh. So did we.

You ought to be more careful,
Hector.

Three years Homeland Security
Computer Department.

- I need a doctor.
- You saw a doctor.

I saw an EMT.

You're fine.
You got a clean bill of health.

You can answer questions.

Early development team,
Overwatch.

According to your former boss,

you had access
to the prototype of the residue.

Then you moved on to Brentstein
& Associates where you do...

Stochastic analysis of terrorist risk.
Which means l...

Predict the chances
of a random terrorist attack.

Insurance companies love you guys.

Buildings are targets.
Buildings need insurance.

Who should be paying
for all that risk?

CALLEN: Let's get back to where you
hacked into classified military software.

One of the guys you tagged
turned up dead.

Nice mosque.

Ha, ha. And his ID badge says
he works at a hospital.

That is a grade-A soft target.

Do you guys care at all if he espouses
the destruction of America?

If we want your opinion, Hector,
we'll visit your blog.

Right now, let's focus on
where you were two nights ago.

I was at work, pulling an all-nighter.

That can be verified by multiple
surveillance cameras and people.

Anything else or?

That's a nice spray bottle.

Do you do that one at a time?

It's a pretty time-consuming hobby.

[SAM CHUCKLES]

You are dangerously underestimating
the terrorist threat level.

Privacy is history.

International flights, gone.
Five years, max.

We are all gonna be tagged
and monitored,

every inch of every border is gonna
have a guy with a gun.

What a hopeful vision for the future.

Isn't stochastic analysis
about random threats?

Yes.

How do you predict something
that's random?

I think your job is making you crazy,
Hector.

SAM:
Crazier.

What are your employees gonna say

when we tell them you've been
breaching national security?

You haven't broken the encryption.

Why do you say that?

You wouldn't be talking to me
if you did.

Just looking at
the data points here, guys.

You have a dead body and you'd love
to know where he's been.

I guess this is the part
where you make a deal with me

for the encryption code?

ERIC: The encryption codes you got
from Hector Cage are working.

Eric, we need everything you've got
on Yusef.

- All right, I'm pulling it up now.
- Hector's alibi checks out.

The desktop cam
matches the security cam,

which matches
the coworkers' statements,

and the footage is stored off-site.

These guys are seriously paranoid.

Dead men don't walk.

Not unless it's Halloween.

Maybe someone should tell
Yusef Afzal it's not Halloween.

NELL:
Where does he think he's going?

Cal West Hospital.
What, is he going back to work?

What's going on, Eric?

According to Overwatch,

Yusef Afzal just entered the
south entrance of Cal West Hospital.

Maybe the residue
transferred subjects?

Maybe to his girlfriend?

Or to the killer. Violent altercation?

Maybe they're the same person.

Eric, find Larissa Bay.

ERIC: Larissa Bay
is scheduled to work today

in the pediatric wing of the tower.

- Kensi, Deeks, take Pediatrics.
- Talk to us, Eric.

ERIC: Looks like the target is headed
for the north wing.

I can't tell which floor,
looks like the third.

No, no, the fourth.

Tracking is kind of spotty indoors.

Deeks, Larissa just logged
into her station

on the pediatric floor.

ID and fingerprints are a match.

Ready?

Larissa, put your hands
where we can see them.

- What?
- Guys, we got her.

Wait, the target is still in
the north wing, that's two wings away.

- The target is not Larissa.
- What's going on? What is this?

- You're not the one we're looking for.
- No kidding.

I'm sorry.

Eric, target status. Where is he?

The target is in the north wing.

Okay, I got you.
Callen, Sam, you are almost there.

Um, it looks like the target
is slowing down.

Room 420. Room 422.

Okay, he's stopping.
At the end of this corridor take a right.

North wing is Radiology.

Yusef spent the last two weeks there
doing a software overhaul.

Now what, Eric?

ERIC: Go down this hallway,
make another right.

The target is still stopped.
You should have him.

WOMAN [ON PA]:
Nurse Adler to Oncology.

Nurse Adler to Oncology.

Talk to me, Eric. Wrong floor?

ERIC: No, he stopped.
He's 20 feet in front of you.

- No, he isn't.
- Where is he, Eric?

ERIC: You're ten feet away.
You're five feet...

Guys, you're right next to him.

Air duct?

WOMAN: Neuro-psych evaluation
to room 422.

Neuro-psych evaluation
to room 422.

I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

Looks like we were chasing Yusef
after all.

Eric, Room 423,
we need to get through this door.

ERIC:
I'm on it.

They took the body
for this iris scanner.

It was all about getting
through this door.

SAM: Eric?
- It's a secure hospital door

that needs an iris scan,
how easy do you want this to be?

- So you're not thinking?
- We know one way in.

Oh, by all means, you should
if you want to. I won't judge you.

It's not exactly my first choice.

Oh, so you want me to?

I didn't say that.

Oh, boy.

[DOOR BEEPING]

Thank you, Eric.

Go.

Eric, we have an empty shelf.

It has fluorodeoxyglucose,
tositumomab

and brachytherapy canisters.

- What are these?
NELL: They're radiopharmaceuticals.

Guys, it's nuclear medicine.

Well, if it was here, it's gone now.

Everything a terrorist needs
to make a dirty bomb.

Hetty's talking to the FBI, CIA
and Vance.

I alerted L.A.P.D. They were obnoxious
to me, but they're all over it.

Also, we got nothing
from the hospital surveillance videos.

Eric's monitoring
the city's nuclear alert sensors.

- Do we know what was taken?
- Yeah, four brachytherapy canisters.

Enough material
to contaminate several city blocks

depending on which way
the wind is blowing.

It wouldn't cause mass casualties, but
thousands of people would get sick.

That's not the real threat.

The real threat is the first act
of nuclear terrorism on American soil.

If this happens,
nothing will ever be the same.

SAM:
Radiation pagers.

It registers nuclear material
in case we can get close enough.

It vibrates or beeps
depending on the setting.

Directional radiation detector.

State-of-the-art Geiger counter.

- This one has a mute button.
- Ah. Give that one to Deeks.

ERIC:
We've got a hit.

A NEST sensor went off on the 10.

The NEST system, a.k.a.
The Nuclear Emergency Support Team,

has sensors all across the country

that go off
when nuclear material crosses them.

Hospital's here,
sensors went off here and here.

We confirmed the wavelength
matched the missing material.

Then 12 minutes later, a sensor
went off here and nothing since.

Which put us in Venice.

Works for me.

Let's go.

Well, you'd think somebody would do
our national security a favor

and leave some of these bags
at home.

[RADIATION DETECTORS BEEPING]

- I'm getting a low reading.
KENSl: Me too.

I got something, but it's fluctuating.

He must be moving
through the crowd.

- Sam, you getting anything?
- Yeah, he's here.

This might be a buy, G.

Eric, you got eyes?

I've got a traffic camera
on the corner of Market,

another on Main, a little fuzzy,

and an L.A.P.D. Dash cam
sitting near the entrance.

Sam, what have we got?

MAN:
Hey, man.

- Kensi, Deeks, watch the crowd.
DEEKS: Got it.

Eric, do we have any other runners?

I might have someone.
Heading east on Main.

I got him, on my 3.
Guy in a navy coat.

He's going. He's going.

[BOTH GRUNTING AND SHOUTING]

You okay?

Yeah, your timing is fantastic.

Do you recognize him?

KENSl: He's one of the guys
from the morgue.

- Whoa, easy.
- Stay away.

Everybody get back.

I'll kill her, man.

Calm down. Calm down.

- Take him, chief.
- Aah!

- What are you thinking? Bomb?
- Trigger or timer.

Triggerman would
have to be nearby.

Timer could go off any time.

We've gotta open it now.

- We could call the bomb squad.
- That's a thought.

- It might take too long to get here.
- Flip for it?

I was the one reaching
for Yusef'ss head.

That head is looking pretty good
right now.

Don't blow us up.

It's not a bomb.

He was here to sell it.

The buyer was here, somewhere.

ERIC:
We identified the two men.

Wendell Hertz and Jake Varley,
both Canadian, both traffickers.

Guns, cigarettes, prescription drugs.

Who graduated to dirty bombs.

No known political affiliations.
They seem to be in it for the money.

Oh, and Hertz had a PET scan
at Cal West Hospital

the same day Yusef was updating
the system software.

Orchestrated it
to canvass the hospital.

They were looking for somebody
with access.

Maybe thought Yusef was vulnerable
because he was a Muslim.

Paid him a call to make a deal.
He refused. It got deadly.

Then he came up with the idea
of going to the morgue

and stealing Yusef'ss body.

What about the buyer?

Unfortunately, it's buyers. Several.

We hacked into Hertz's voicemail
and some encrypted e-mails.

And?

We ran the voicemail
through a beta version of Shibboleth,

it's an accent identifier,

and one of the buyers came up
as mid-mountain regional.

Homegrown terrorists.

- Cameras show anything?
- Nothing yet.

We're running facial recognition
on the looky-Ioos,

tracing license plates
leaving the area.

We did find this.

It's a home-security system
on the canals.

You have footage of my tackle
and my sweet right hook? Oh.

No, no,
where's the footage of the fight?

This is all I got.

Ow. Nice move, Diesel.

D-Unit in the water.

That's hilarious.
That's where I shot the guy.

Where's the footage before this
of the fight?

Whoa! D-Rock in the water.

Know where the footage is?
It's in here.

You know what it is? Awesome.

I'm gonna go tell Hetty.

Hetty?

Hetty?

It could be him. I can't be sure.

Well, he had this on him.

It's the makings of a dirty bomb.

Wow! I mean, wow.

You should feel good.

I do.

Hey, so I took your advice.
I tried to contact his next of kin.

- Edgar, my coworker who died?
- Right.

But he didn't seem to have
a next of kin, or, well, kin.

And an unmarked grave,
that just didn't seem right.

But then I'm like, is he an "RIP" kind
of guy or more "in loving memory"?

And I really didn't have anything
to go on

except that he really liked
working here.

So I thought maybe he'd like to stay.

I thought that I would cover
all the bases.

And now Edgar can be around
the one place I know he loved.

Or liked.

I think.

Rose, Edgar would have loved this.

Ha, ha. Thanks.

- That wasn't me.
- I'm not accusing, I'm offering.

Congratulations are in order.

Oh, I'm not so sure about that.
There's still a lot of loose ends.

We don't know
where the canister is.

It'll turn up.

That's what I'm afraid of.

That, Mr. Callen,
is tomorrow's work.

Go get some rest.

Good night, Hetty.

Hey, Hetty.

No.

- You don't even know what I was...
- Absolutely not.

Did you check your inbox?

I redid the evaluations.

In that case...

...once.

- All right.
- On the count of three.

- One.
- Wait, you haven't even stretched out.

- Two.
- You haven't warmed up.

Three.

CALLEN: Damn it.
HETTY: I told you I was good.