NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 15 - Tin Soldiers - full transcript

When I was a kid.

A man at a beach
handed me a toy soldier.

A message from your past?

They killed Moe.

Where's Callen?

Temporarily unavailable.

2x15
Tin Soldiers

.: Team UnderCovers :.

Sorry I wasn't there
to help you with Moe.

That makes two of us.

Three, if you count Moe.



But he's not feeling much of anything,
because he's dead.

You may like working alone,

but I don't.

There's a reason
why SEALs operate in teams:

it works.

It protects you.
It protects your partner.

It protects the mission.

I know.

We will get them, Sam.
I'm promising you that.

When?

When the hell are you planning
on coming back to work?

I was expecting to see you this morning.
We were supposed to be riding on this.

Instead, I'm out here all alone.

I'm juggling a dozen cases.



Broke into my house.

No I.D., and he's not talking.

Not English, anyway.

Someone left this
on my sister's grave three days ago.

I remember a guy
giving this to me, as a kid.

You think they're connected?

That's what
I'm trying to figure out.

I even called her to apologize,
all right? Twice.

Too little, too late.

You lied to her.

No, I did not.

Excuse me?
Lies of omission are still lies.

I didn't tell her because I didn't think
it was going to be a big deal.

You went out
with one of her girlfriends.

For drinks, all right?
And it was her friend's idea.

I was just being polite.

You wouldn't have slept with her friend
if she'd offered?

Okay, maybe.

But just to be polite 'cause...

I'm a hopeless romantic.

To me, you're just hopeless.

No way. No way.

Are you kidding me?

Are you working undercover
as highway patrol?

Supposed to be.

With Callen.

Where is he?

He's on his way in.

How are you doing?

I'm doing.

Dude, I grew up on ChiPs.

I wanted to be Ponch. This right here
is half the reason I became a cop.

You became a cop
because of a TV show?

Not just one TV show.
T.J. Hooker. Hello?

Seriously, you guys
have to let me ride with you on this.

It's a two-man op.

Supposed to be.

Besides, you don't look like a cop.

That's on purpose.

All this
is so I can work undercover.

As what?
Shaggy from Scooby-Doo?

You do look like Shaggy.

And this has been put on hold.

Somebody broke into Callen's house
last night.

They steal anything?

He's got nothing to steal.

Where are we?

No luck with facial
or fingerprint identification.

This guy's a ghost.

Where is our phantom at the moment?

He's secure in the boat shed.

Say anything?

Rewind the interrogation tape,
will you, Eric?

Sounds like a Romani dialect to me.

Hetty's right.

I hear a strong Balkan influence.

I could send this to Washington,
try to get it translated.

No need.

There's only one guy
that employs Gypsies.

He's also the only person who might have
known to look for me in that house.

Arkady.

Who's Arkady?

Arkady Kolcheck, former KGB.

A friend of Callen's.

Why would he send someone

to come after you
if he's your friend?

Good question.

Arkady, I didn't see him.

I see you got my message.

- You couldn't have left a note?
- You couldn't have rang the buzzer?

Nice work.

Get him cleaned up.

Let's go.

Here's your boy's gun.

I needed to find you.

I sent Niko to see
if you were living there.

You look well.

Toy soldier.

- Supposed to mean something to me?
- Does it?

Maybe if I was eight.

Do you know this man?

Rameesh Nayam-Singh.

I've heard of him.

He's a Indian philanthropist.

You should take a closer look

at the countries
where he does his charity work.

His black market operations overseas

are bigger
than any of his legitimate businesses.

I don't see how this affects me.

Singh is trying
to move his illegal operations here.

In fact, there is rumor

he is smuggling a shipment
of counterfeit computer chips

worth millions of dollars
in a few days.

Next time, call the FBI.

I hear they got a hotline
for that sort of thing.

I also came across this.

One of my men found it

on someone who was trying
to infiltrate my operations.

Where is this someone now?

Who took it?

I'm trying to find out.
Could take couple of days.

Probably have an answer for you

right around the time
that Singh's been arrested.

Are you trying to blackmail me?

I'm hurt you would even consider
such a thing.

Don't send anybody else to my house.

Not unless you want
to get rid of them.

We'll be in touch, old friend.

Rameesh Nayam-Singh
is a slumdog billionaire.

Literally.

He's an orphan who grew up
on the streets of Mumbai,

and within a few short years
built an empire

in tech support and call centers.

Most recently,
he's expanded into IT security

with huge overseas contracts.

He's also given millions of dollars

to his various refugee charities.

In Chad, Somalia,
Sudan, Afghanistan.

Every single one
in a war-torn country.

That's where you tend
to find refugees.

All these countries
are in unstable areas

where there's big money to be made
if you're in the right business.

Big money.

There have been rumors
of black market dealings

and subsequent investigations,

but no one's been able
to link him to anything shady.

Singh also owns the Kress nightclub,
along with about six others.

Every time he can't get into a club,
he buys it.

According to several magazine articles,
he is quite the playboy.

He's kind of cute.

Funny how much sexier
a billion dollars makes a guy.

Supposedly, Singh's got impenetrable
security due to a healthy paranoia.

He's also extremely superstitious,

relying on astrology
and other esoteric means

to pick his staff

and make
important business decisions.

I can appreciate that.
Big fan of the Magic 8 Ball, myself.

Unconventional targets
require unconventional methods.

Gonna need some nightclub attire

and some petty cash.

And what op would this be?

Need to check out a tip.

From Arkady.

And this tip concerns us how?

Rameesh Nayam-Singh is supposedly
dealing in counterfeit computer chips.

If a substandard chip were to make it
into a commercial airliner

or in a nuclear submarines...

And would it be safe to assume
that Nayam-Singh

is a business rival
of Arkady Kolcheck?

Possibly.

And this doesn't present itself
as a conflict of interest to you?

How one gets one's information

is often as important
as the information one gets.

I'm just running down a tip, Hetty.

Run quickly.

I got to get out more.

I got Singh.

VIP section.

What if he's not interested in me?

Then we know he's probably gay.

Is that some kind
of weird compliment, Deeks?

No. I don't know. Forget about it.
You're like my sister.

Now it's just getting creepy.

I do like the Appalachians.

Time to bait the hook, boys.

- Can I get a mojito, please?
- Yep.

Sorry to bother you again.
I was wondering

if you could read
my buddy's fortune.

I'm just trying
to enjoy my drink, okay?

Come on, please.
Please, please.

Give me your hand.

I'm telling you, she's good.

You spend most of your time alone.

You have friends who love you,
but you keep them at arm's length.

Your life has many secrets,

some that even you don't know.

You love kittens,
long walks in the rain,

and Barry Manilow.

Amazing.

Seriously.
You even got the Manilow part.

Told you she was the best.

- Let me buy you a drink.
- I'm okay. Thank you.

- We insist.
- No, seriously, I'm fine.

I think the lady has made herself
quite clear, gentlemen.

Perhaps you would like
a table in the VIP area?

Mindy, take care of them.

I could use a little VIP treatment.

I am Rameesh Nayam-Singh.
Welcome to my club.

My name is Esm?.

We're all set.

Thank you so much, Mindy.

I noticed you talking to that gentleman,
telling his fortune.

He seemed quite impressed, Esm?.

Would I be out of line if I asked?

It's a little hard in here

with all the noise and music, but...

- I suppose I owe you one.
- Great.

Let's see...

- Ready, Eric?
- Ready, willing and able.

Let's start with something easy.

He spent some time at the
Pardesh Orphanage as a young boy.

Looks like he was close
to a nun there

named Sister Vimala.
She died just last year.

You lost your parents
at a young age.

Life was hard,

but there were saints along the way.

I see a sister?

Or... a woman?

Violet?

Villa?

She's gone now, but...

she watches over you.

Three months ago,

Singh suffered a minor injury

in Cote d'Ivoire, Africa,
when a truck he was riding in flipped.

You travel a lot.

Those travels can be dangerous.

You were injured recently?

Something to do with ivory?

I am more interested
in what has yet to happen.

Do you see a woman in my life?
Is there love in my future?

Maybe.

Only maybe?

Now, this under here...

Well, well, well.

If it ain't two-faced
Jimmy the Weasel.

Little Keen.

Been a while.

Been a while in jail
because of you, Jimmy.

That's funny, 'cause I don't remember
telling you to rob that bank.

It's good seeing you, Keen.

Deeks has some unwanted company.

I'm on it.

Be ready to move.

I think you are teasing me now.

Please, tell me more.

You know, 61% of all felons
are repeat offenders.

You know that, Jimmy?
They taught me that in jail.

So you learned something?
Wasn't a total waste.

What I learned

- is that I'm probably going back.
- Probably.

But when I do, I'm going back a hero

for having turned a cop inside out.

Just a second.
I want to introduce you to somebody.

He's a friend of mine.

- What's up?
- What's up?

I should have known
you don't fight your own battles.

Yo, Shorty. Baby D.

Shorty and Baby D?

Am I the only one that's reveling
in the irony of these nicknames?

Apparently so.

Time to go.

I have to leave
before the trouble starts.

What trouble?

There you go.

Security!

Break it up!

Easy on the leather, man!
Easy on the leather!

Easy, bro!

Let's go home.

This club sucks.

Singh try to contact you yet?

I don't blame him after
the stunt Deeks pulled last night.

- That could have happened to anyone.
- Yeah, but it didn't.

You should be thanking me.

I stage-dove those bouncers so you,

could make a clean getaway.

The day I need your help, Deeks,
is the day I hang up my gun.

Really? 'Cause there's actually
this little hook next to my desk,

Guys, come on.

I know you're trying to rile me,
but I won't be riled.

A hug?

You see what happens
when you pull away from your team?

My team?

I didn't hire Deeks,
or any of them, for that matter.

No. If I left the hiring up to you,

you'd be the only person
working here.

You say that
I don't play well with others, Hetty?

I'm suggesting that your default

is to go it alone
when you may be needing them most.

I like to think that I impart

a certain wisdom and skill set

to those who pass
through these doors.

The one wish
I have for you, Mr. Callen,

is that, by the time you leave here,

you've learned the art
of trusting others.

In your personal life
as well as at work.

Were you looking for me?

I was.

Excuse me.

She still watching us?

Anything?

No hair or fiber
to speak of on the photo,

which is not unusual.

The ink and paper
can be bought anywhere,

but I was able to pull several
partial prints off of it,

and got a hit off
of IAFIS for this guy.

Name is Dobrashin Garasovic.

He's a Serbian national

who goes by the nickname Senka,

which means "shadow,"
so he moves around a lot.

Which made it difficult to find
his last known residence.

I'm not even sure if the one
I got is still valid,

- but sent it to your phone.
- Nice work, Nell.

Deeks, because of you, we have
to find a new way to Singh, right?

That's good,
because the last plan was lame.

Seriously, if Singh is this smart,

how is he going to fall for Kensi's
fortune-telling routine? No offense.

For your information,
the former prime minister of India

used to consult astrologers and gurus,
and he wore a magical chain

around his neck to ward off evil.

I had to face a Liberian warlord

who used to partake in human sacrifices,
then go into battle naked

'cause he didn't believe
that American bullets could hurt him.

- I had an uncle like that.
- No doubt.

Sounds great.

I will be there. Gladstones.

That was Rameesh Nayam-Singh
calling my undercover number.

He's invited Esm? for lunch.

Looks like he tracked me down
from my credit card receipt.

Hopefully,
Eric's backstopping holds up.

How do you want to play it?

Your call.

I got to run something down, but I will
hook back up with you when I'm done.

Hello, again.

Please.

I make out two guys here with Singh,
table at your 12:00, my 10:00.

Turns out,
you were right last night.

How did you know a fight would break out
at my club right after you left?

Predicting a fight at a club
is like predicting crying at a wedding.

It's not that impressive.

So tell me something that is.

You're not here alone.

I sense the presence of others.

I know some things about you, too.

You have been using your abilities

for some less than
admirable intentions.

Several charges of insider trading,
and apparently,

you're not allowed
to set foot in Las Vegas.

I'm sorry.
This is not going to work.

Please. I'm sorry.
I'm not judging you.

I find it amusing at best
and quite intriguing.

It's part of the reason
I've asked you here.

Please.

And you're right.
I'm not alone.

I travel with some assistants,
that's all.

Relationships are hard for me

because I know
when people are lying to me.

I haven't lied to you yet, have I?

In fact, most people think
I'm a good guy.

A humanitarian even.

Then this is never
going to work out,

because I've never had luck
with nice guys.

I said people think I'm a good guy.
I didn't say I was one.

You, me, everyone has their secrets.

But I guess you know that.

I can only see into a person's future
as far as they're willing to trust me.

I have an associate,,

a gypsy who claims to have the gift,
as well.

You should meet him.

Niko,

this is Esm?.

You seeing this, Sam?

I got him.

I thought that
guy worked for Arkady.

So does Callen.

Eric, conference G in on this line.

On it, Sam.

G, we got a situation here.

The guy Arkady sent to break into
your place is having lunch with Singh.

You hearing me, G?

Yeah, I hear you.

Most people think
that gypsies come from Egypt.

That's where the name comes from
originally, Gyptians.

But the truth is,
they came from India.

Isn't that right, Niko?

So they say.

But we prefer to be called Roma.

She's gadjo.

How long are we gonna let
History Channel go on?

Relax, Deeks.

Niko never saw or heard Kensi.
We let it play out.

No, Sam's right.

If she felt threatened,
Kensi would get up and leave.

- Eric, you on the line?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Send a forensics team
to this address.

Dig up everything you can
on Dobrashin Garasovic.

I want his phone, Internet,
travel, the works.

And tell Nell I'm sending her over
a tattoo I want her to identify.

You got it.

I think it's time
we turn up the heat.

Tell Kensi to burn Niko,
force him to show his hand.

She heard you.

She's tougher than she looks.

Maybe even ex-military.

Oh, my God.

The closest thing to the military
I've ever been was the Old Navy store.

- She's lying.
- No, I'm not.

But you are.

You're not the only man
he works for.

I can see someone else.

Older.

Foreign.

Ukrainian.

Russian.

I see initials.

A...

K.

Like the gun.

You see?

You see? Damn.

She's good.

You're absolutely right.

He works for a man
with those initials.

Or at least he pretends to.

- Sounds like Arkady's getting played.
- Which means we're getting played.

I think we can help
each other out, Esm?.

Come to my club this afternoon,

and we can discuss
a business arrangement.

I might just do that.

Excuse me.

You're making a mistake.

A man can make many mistakes
with a woman like that.

I don't trust her.

You don't get paid
to trust people, Niko.

Singh's on the move.

Got him.

Don't move!

Turn over!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Who's this guy?

Niko's friend.
I got a cell phone here.

I'm sending you a SIM card that belonged
to a friend of Niko's.

- Have Eric see what he can get off it.
- Will do.

And I got some information
on that thing you sent me.

- The tattoo?
- Yeah, that's the one.

It's the 16-spoked wheel
of the Hindu chakra,

which is the same symbol
used by the Romani. It represents

the vardo, or the wagon wheels
of their traditional caravans.

Garasovic was Romani?

Just like Niko.

Tou don't have to whisper.

Right, maybe I don't have to,

but I would prefer to,
if that's okay with you.

Not that I don't respect
your authority, Agent Callen.

It's just that I think
it's in my best interest

not to get on Hetty's bad side.

Too late, dear.

Forensics confirms Niko's prints
at Dobrashin Garasovic's house.

Why would Niko kill this Garasovic guy
if they're both working for Singh?

More importantly, why would he have
that guy try to kill me?

He obviously thought
you were a threat.

- To his job?
- Or his plans.

If Niko's trying to sell out Arkady,
he might be trying to sell out Singh.

Garasovic might have figured
it out, so Niko had to kill him.

Do you really think Niko has
the connections to fence computer chips?

So, I accessed this guy's SIM card.

Most of the numbers
he called were burn phones,

so that's a dead end.

He also sent a bunch of messages,

but they're too brief and
too cryptic to be of much use.

However, he sent the same text

to several different phones today.

There's an address and a time.

It's 3900 West
Manchester Boulevard, Inglewood.

That's got to be near
the L.A. Forum.

That is the Forum.

Didn't even need MapQuest.

At 1600 hours.

We have got less than an hour.

Did you trace those phones, Eric?

This is where they were at the time
that they received the texts.

Which they, in turn,
sent to several other cell phones.

They look like they're concentrated
in three areas.

Hollywood,
Beverly Hills and the Valley.

Or three different groups...
Singh, Arkady and Niko.

They have the same information.

Eric, can you show me
where the phones are right now?

Two of the three groups
are headed to the Forum,

which is where
Singh is getting his delivery.

Three heavily-armed groups
converging,

two of which are planning
to kill everyone and steal those chips.

Why we need to divide and conquer.

If you can convince Singh to cancel
his shipment or to the change location,

we'll eliminate one of the players.

That still leaves Arkady
and Niko's paramilitary group.

I'll deal with Arkady.
If I warn him what's happening,

Niko's boys will show up
to an empty Forum,

and we'll avoid a bloodbath.

Nell? You have to call first.
This is how you get yourself killed.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Aren't you a cozy bunch

in your secret little hideout?

What are you doing here?

You know damn well
what I'm doing here, Mr. Callen.

I'm shutting you down.

We call it intelligence
for a reason, Mr. Callen,

which is why

you're going
to provide full disclosure

before we go one step further.

There's no time.

If we don't act now,
we're gonna have a war on our hands.

Never mistake recklessness
for bravery.

I'm not.

You're asking me to trust, okay?

I am.

I'm trusting Kensi to convince Singh
to either cancel or move his shipment.

And I'm trusting Sam and Deeks
to watch her back.

And I'm asking you to trust me
to deal with Arkady.

Alone?

Your team is not here
because of computer chips, Mr. Callen.

They're here because of you!

Last time you went off the reservation,
G, without me,

I lost someone I cared about.

That's not gonna happen this time.

Trust me?

I was getting worried.

That's a good sign.
Means you sensed it, too.

Niko's betrayed you, to the police.

You're teasing me.

Find Niko. Now.

I saw him cutting a deal.

Trade something valuable of yours
for his freedom.

If you trust me, and I'm wrong,
then this is inconvenient for you,

and it is embarrassing for me.

However, if I'm right...

Seems no one knows where he is.

Change of plans.

Move the delivery
to the backup location.

- Let's go.
- Where are we going?

You're the psychic.
You tell me.

Eric,
Kensi's on the move with Singh.

We got 'em.

These buildings and properties

are all owned or leased by Singh.

Send the list to Callen and Sam,

and keep LAPD apprised
as we narrow it down.

We're going to need
containment and backup.

Don't get too close.

I know how to run a tail, Deeks.

Then just fall back a little bit.

I'll fall back to the curb
and kick you out,

you don't shut up.

What is your problem?

Seriously.

You're my problem. That, and the fact
I have a partner out there

who's on his own
while I'm here stuck with you.

I'm stuck in here with you, too,

while my partner is trapped ahead of us
with three armed guys.

- So maybe we have the same problem.
- Maybe we do.

Then we can agree to agree
on the shared problem thing.

And maybe we should act like partners
so we can save our partners,

so you and I
don't have to be partners.

Just drive.

Not too close.

Singh's stopping.

It looks like an industrial park.

Open the door.

Buy yourself something sexy, Esm?.

Federal agents!

Away from the truck!

Down on the ground! Move!

That sexy enough for you?

Down!

How you doing?

Much better. Thank you.

What do we got?

It wasn't computer chips,
it was cash.

Bags of it.

Do you think Arkady knew it was cash
and not computer chips?

If he did, then Callen could be walking
into a firestorm.

Eric, connect me to Callen.

Callen, do you copy?

We've lost contact.

Shipment's not coming.

Why is that?

'Cause by now,
Singh's probably been arrested.

The whole thing was a set-up.

Niko was playing you
and he was playing Singh.

You're getting sloppy,
my old friend.

I'm not the one getting
photographed at cemetery.

There's no way you could tell
where I was in that photograph.

There were other pictures of you

at your sister's grave.

I was curious.

I'm sorry. I know how much family
means to you.

Who is Garasovic working for?

Singh hired him to spy on me.

Perhaps he hired him
to spy on you as well.

I didn't even know Singh
until two days ago.

But maybe he knew you.

And Garasovic... Who knows?

We have common enemy once again.

Call'em off!

Those aren't my guys, durak.

You know?

"I ran from the wolf,
but ran into a bear."

I think we're surrounded by bears.

Agent Callen, can you hear me?

Still nothing.

Mr. Hanna, what's your status?

Driving. Fast.

Some green lights would help,
M. Beale.

- Did you bring anybody else with you?
- No. Did you?

Who's the durak now?

- You know what this reminds me of?
- Kosovo.

And we got out of there alive.

We surrendered.

Maybe I'm thinking Chechnya.

I'm out of bullets,
and I know you got three left.

Four.

- You wouldn't consider giving me one?
- Sure.

How much is it worth to you?

Federal agents!
Drop your weapon!

Move!

Cut that one kind of close, huh?

You're the lone wolf
until your butt's on the line,

you expect me
to come to your rescue.

Isn't that what partners do?

You're pushing it, you know that?

Nice shooting, Deeks.

You, too.

What do you want me
to do with this one?

Let him go.

You're going to explain
this one to Hetty.

He's more valuable to us
on the street,

especially now that he owes me one.

Suppose I owe you one, too, huh?

One?

More like 20.

That's just today.
You're just lucky I don't keep count.

I'm just lucky you can't count.

You ever think
we're gonna be that happy?

Just not together.

I like what you've done
with the place.

Now, if this is about Arkady,

I can...

I would have done
the same thing myself.

This is about you, Mr. Callen.

I know
that you are looking for answers.

But the thing about the past

is just that.

It's the past.

Today is what's important.

And I, for one, am glad you're here.

I brought this for you.

Did you buy me a plant?

It's an epiphyte.

It's perfect for you.

It doesn't require soil.

You don't need to water it.

It absorbs moisture from the air.

It doesn't even need roots.

But they make it more stable.

Good night, Mr. Callen.

Good night, Hetty.