NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 20 - The Job - full transcript

Gotcha. Aisle 17.

It slipped.

They're at the warehouse!

Move!

Do it now!

Move!

Halt!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

South exit. Now.

- Go!
- Where's Asher?



Drive!

2x20
The Job

.: Team UnderCovers :.

Now,
that is some serious retail therapy.

- Did you break up with that guy?
- She did.

You don't know.

Stopped eating tofu scrambles
and doing extra crunches at the gym.

You know what that means?
"So long, brother."

These are
your personalized survival kits.

What's in these things?
You brought us survival kits?

No offense, but survival kits
are for urban sissies

who don't know how to make
a flotation device out of pants.

Or how to extract the venom
out of a horned viper

using only a twig and a shoelace.



Or how to make a latte
without soy milk.

Last night's tremor made me realize
you never know when the big one hits.

There was an earthquake last night?

Crack of dawn. Shook me out of bed.
You guys didn't feel it?

- I was on a run.
- Deep sleeper.

You forget I'm from Californ-I-A.

We don't get out of bed
for anything less than a six.

That is the problem.

Everyone is so blas?
about earthquakes in this city.

You need to be prepared.

Kensi's got a point. Doesn't hurt
to have some supplies on hand.

Got a crank radio, MREs

and some iodine tabs.

Flashlight.

Sweet KA-BAR.

SPF 70 sunblock, ChapStick
and a sea-foam green Slanket?

Really?
What are you trying to say here?

Come on.

Everyone knows
you're a little delicate.

Not delicate. I'm sensitive.

And my lips get chapped
because we live in a desert.

We got a case.

Awesome air horn, Kens.

Really, Kensi?

Eric gets a cool air horn
and I get cuticle clippers?

You whine like a baby
every time you get a hangnail.

In all fairness, that happened once,

and it really hurt.

There was a break-in

at the Marine base at Pendleton
last night.

A secure facility

housing sensitive materials
was compromised.

This particular warehouse
serves as a depot

for anything moving
in or out of the base.

Interesting choice with the masks.

God, I hate clowns.

Portable ID card writer.

They came prepared.

- Can you access that computer?
- Working on it.

Looks like they're looking
for something specific.

- What is that?
- Night vision goggles.

Nell, you said this was a depot.

What else is inside there?

Everything from office furniture

to classified documents,

to sophisticated laser
tracking systems.

We gotta figure out
what these guys were really after.

Someone gave them access
to this warehouse.

This is starting to feel like it's more
than just selling black market goods.

You know what that means.

Time for a field trip.

So they came in through the roof,

broke through the security gate,
made their way down this aisle.

Over here, the clown opened
this case of equipment,

but he dropped it,
which alerted the guards.

They didn't really have time
to steal anything.

Technically, the clown got away
with a pair of night vision goggles

till he got shot.

We're searching
the warehouse computer.

It's basically an inventory list
of every item in the building.

- Any idea what they were looking at?
- Negative.

At any one time, there's close
to 30,000 crates in that place.

They were looking
for something specific.

Yeah, but what?

I don't know.

We know a clown who does.

The Marines said they couldn't wait
to hand this guy over to us.

That's never a good sign.

You guys can't do this.
I should be in a hospital.

Somebody should be monitoring my leg.

I'm feeling faint.
This is not a good sign.

They took the bullet out.
You're gonna be fine.

You never heard of hydrostatic shock?

Sepsis?

I feel feverish.
Do I look feverish to you guys?

You're okay.

For the fifth time,
just give us a name.

A name?

How can I think of a name?!
My whole life flashed before my eyes.

You guys ever get shot?

Right.
Probably like a hundred times.

Guess what?
This is my first time.

And let me tell you guys something,
I didn't like it one bit.

This has not been a good day for me.

I'm sorry
that you got shot in the leg,

because that sucks.

You should have thought of that
before you go into a military base

and tried to steal
high-value weapons.

The sooner you give us a name,
the sooner we all leave this room.

- It's that easy.
- Is this place spinning right now?

I feel like I'm on a freaking
merry-go-round here, like at the fair.

That was like one of my flashbacks
when I got shot.

Coney Island, my mom, my dad.

You know what, this is their fault.

I wouldn't be here if
I had a happy childhood!

My shrink even called them "toxic".

See, honestly guys,

I don't feel good.

The painkillers are wearing off.
You think I can get a glass of water?

Got cotton mouth.

I cannot take this anymore.

This guy has been speaking non-stop.

- You heard it.
- You should be used to that.

Was that aimed at me?
Are you saying that I talk too much?

Is that what you're implying, here?

I've never got that complaint before.
People say I don't talk enough.

They say, "You're really charming.
You should talk more.

You should double down
with that talking."

I'm gonna shut up.

This guy doesn't want to talk to us.

Maybe he wants to talk
to someone else.

Kumani?

I don't know what that is...

You guys can have all
your little secret words to yourself.

What is it?

Mr. Asher.

Richard Brown. State Department.

This is Kumani Adembayo.

He's with the Nigerian Embassy.

You need help
moving money out of your country?

Here are the documents.

What's going on?

Sign here.

What's this?

This is just a transfer of custody.

Turns out one of the crates
that you broke into

was Nigerian property.

The Federal Republic of Nigeria
takes vandalism very seriously.

Just give me
your "John Hancock" right there.

What? No.

I'm not signing that.

Well, it's really more of a...

formality for the government.
I'll just go ahead...

- You are right-handed?
- Yeah. What does that matter?

Penalty for vandals
and thieves in my country...

we take the dominant hand.

- He is all yours.
- What?

I'm an American citizen!
I have rights!

Yes, but with the Patriot Act,
here's...

This is not cool!
Okay, okay!

I'll give you his name.

It's Stan King.

That'll do.

Stan King,

35 years old and a world-class thief

suspected of some of the biggest jewelry
and art heists in the last decade.

FBI's been after him for years.

King was born into a wealthy family
in San Francisco.

He's got a college degree
from Berkeley and majored in...

surprise!... Art History.

He's charming, cunning,
and until now, flawless

in his execution of high-end
gallery and museum jobs.

All right, so what is Thomas Crown
doing breaking into Pendleton?

Diversifying his business.

Black market military equipment?

It's pretty lucrative these days.

Something tells me

we'll soon find out.

Put your hands up.

Turn around... slowly.

Lose the mask.

Keep moving.

I shoot you,
nobody even hears you die.

Maybe... but you're going to mess up
your antique Persian rug.

How'd you get in here?

Skylight.
Everybody forgets to alarm those.

Why do bad guys always
have such awesome houses?

What's the matter?
You're not feeling your loft?

This guy's got his own
Hobbit's Shire.

My motion sensors?

Took 'em out.

How'd you know
the combination to my safe?

I didn't.

You cracked a two-lock
entry system in seconds?

Where'd you learn?

Misspent youth.

- Actually, I talked her through it.
- We never get the credit.

Or the glamour.

Which is totally
overrated because I love my job.

Love it.

How'd you know about me?
Don't tell me that you staked me out.

He said you made him wear
a clown mask.

Yeah, that's 'cause he's a bozo.

He showed up
with a bullet in his leg.

I thought, "I'll let him bleed out."

But... he owes me money, so...

He told you that I owed him money,
so you came to get it from me.

Well, you're a thief.

Figured you're not going
to keep your cash in a bank.

What's your name?

Lisa Roberts.

Why don't you take me to Bobby?
I want to hear this story from him.

Will you give me
the money he owes me?

You're gutsy.

You have no idea.

Too bad I won't get a chance
to find out.

It's your loss.

I would make it worth your while.

I'm sure that would be
a wonderful few hours...

and then you'd rob me.

You're right. I do like my rug.
Get off it.

All right, let's go.

- She hasn't said the distress word.
- Isn't getting shot distressing enough?

She's okay.

I know the voice of my partner.
Something's not right.

She's seducing him.

Maybe you never heard
that voice before.

I'm worth a...

Shiraz Oriental if I'm not mistaken.

Impressive.

But you're wrong.
It's just a cheap repro.

Really?

Well, it's very good.

It's flat-woven, hand-dyed wool,

500 knots per square inch at least.

I don't wanna shoot you.

Just take me to Asher.

We'll talk about my money.

Shouldn't leave your valuables out.

All good.

Okay, So just to clarify,

when we said that Kensi
was going to seduce him,

what exactly did we mean by that?

You jealous?

What, of Kensi?

She's my partner.

Okay. Whatever you say.

She's my partner.

Seriously,

I don't like this guy.

All set, Mr. Beale?

Multiple cameras are set up.

I got the perimeter covered.

Asher in place?

Yeah, but he's nervous.

Nice digs you got here, Asher.

I'm house-sitting.

Looks like somebody's got some moves.
How'd the hell you get out of there?

No thanks to you. They shot me.

Job has its hazards.

I thought we were supposed
to be partners, man.

"All for one, one for all."

That's The Three Musketeers.

I did everything just like you asked,
I wanted to be the Devil.

But no! You had to be the Devil.
I had to be the stupid clown!

And I didn't want to be the Clown,

Bobby, shut up.

Tell me about your friend here.

We met on a-a job in Marina Del Rey.

It was...

Jewel heist. Easy in and out.

The hotel heiress, she had a taste
for the Burmese Sapphire.

I was supposed to give
Lisa her cut, but...

Daddy had some bad luck
at the tables in Vegas.

You're bad luck.

- You still owe me for the two jobs.
- So you sent her to rob me?

You robbed him?

- I didn't say to rob him. Tell him.
- All right.

That part was my idea.

But since it was my money,
I don't really consider it stealing.

Man, you know me.

I'd never steal anything
from you. I have morals.

You satisfied now?

Very.

What happened?

King just shot Asher.

Why did you shoot him?

Like I said, job has its hazards.

Get rid of him, and then we'll talk.

I might even have a job for you.

He's leaving.
Stay with Kensi.

We'll take King.

You okay?

- I didn't even have time to react.
- That's because he came out of nowhere.

No, but I should've seen it coming.

My instincts are all off.
I completely misjudged King.

Why don't you hang out in the car?

- I'll take care of...
- No, I'm fine.

You only say you're "fine"
when you're "not fine."

Fine.

As in "I'll wait out front for you."

We can nail King on murder charges.
We need to arrest him now.

We can bring him
in for murder anytime,

For now, let's just see
where he goes and what he does.

I want to know what he was
after at that Marine base

and who, if anyone, hired him.

This could be a matter
for national security.

I'll send someone
to take care of Asher's body.

And Kensi?

Keep an eye on her.

What's wrong with this picture?

The fact that King
just murdered someone,

and now he's ordering a latte?

We're here. Two cars back.

Kensi, you good?

Yep. Good.

He's got company.

Girlfriend?

Sending you some photos.
Need an ID on the redhead.

Got it.

Looks like they're talking business.

Short meeting.

I got the redhead.

Of course you do.

Any luck with the mystery woman?

Still tracking her.

Problem, Miss Jones?

Yeah, major.

Looks like someone's been
digging through Kensi's "legend."

And it's more than just a...
look-see.

They're on-line now.

Whoever it is has gone through
her last 5 years of income tax returns

and is now sifting through
her employment records.

Must be King.

If it is, he's looking for something

very specific in
Kensi's backstopping.

King's a pro.

He's not going to be satisfied
until he knows for sure

that Kensi is who she says she is.

Our records go back about eight years,
but at the rate he's looking,

we're going to run out
of material very soon.

Then I'd suggest you both
get back to work quickly.

Gentlemen...

I need you to put an end
to King's web-surfing...

- immediately.
- We're on it.

Deeks, stall her.

You got it.

My knee!

- Are you all right?
- Oh, my gosh. What are you doing?

- You just crashed right into me.
- I am so sorry.

You came out of nowhere.

- Were you not even looking?
- No, I was.

- You just pulled back.
- I'm so sorry.

You on your phone?
Were you Twittering?

I don't even know what that is.

King is still blowing
through Kensi's cover.

We're going as fast as we can,
but he's just not stopping.

Why don't you watch
where you're going.

Sorry. You just stopped.

I stopped,
or you're texting and not watching.

What's your problem?

I'm sorry about that.
He knocked into me from behind.

I wouldn't have knocked into you
if you didn't stop for no reason.

Really? So this is my fault?

You had the coffee, okay?
I'm just saying.

I'm sorry about this. I'm going to get
you a towel or something.

I spilled a Red Bull
on my laptop once.

Just fried the motherboard.

You got to get this checked out.

My cousin's got a shop on Pico.
I'll call him.

- I'll give you his number.
- I'm good.

I'd get that checked out!

I swear,

I checked my mirror.
I just didn't see you.

That is it. My career is over.

You might as well just hand
another endorsement to Beckham.

Are you a footballer?

This is America,
so we call it soccer, but yeah.

I just got drafted. I was awesome
until about seven seconds ago.

Guys, the woman is Patricia Dunn.

She's a British national working in L.A.
for the Hasperg Auction House.

Connection to King?

Big time.

She's sold several pieces
of expensive artwork for him.

Mr. Deeks, bring her in.

- Okay, what?
- Okay, we need to talk.

I have known guys like Stan before.

They're charming
and they're seductive,

but they're dangerous.

He killed his partner,
a guy named Bobby Asher,

shortly before he met with you today.

We know that King's got you involved

in fraudulent activities
at the auction house.

Tell us what you know,

and when we hand you
over to the LAPD,

we will make sure
that they know you cooperated.

When I met Stan,

he was everything I ever wanted.

- You met him at the auction house?
- Two years ago.

We were dating about three months
when he asked me for a favor.

He wanted me to change the provenance
of a painting to lower its value

so he could buy it at auction.

And you did it.

He claimed it was because
he loved the painting.

And then he turned around
and sold it for a profit.

From there,
it went to falsifying manifests,

altering insurance claims...

By the time I realized
he was just using me.

You were in too deep.

When you met with him today,

you tried to give him
this blank bill of lading.

He contacted me a couple of weeks ago

to say he needed my help
getting something out of the country.

What did he want you to move?

He didn't say.

He ever mention anything
about smuggling weapons?

Never.

Why didn't he take the paperwork
from you today?

He said he no longer needed
my assistance.

So that's it?

He also said

this was going to be his last job.

And then...

we'd celebrate

with a holiday in the Caribbean.

How did it go with Ms. Dunn?

I believe her.
She's made some mistakes in the past.

We handed her over to LAPD
for processing.

Any leads on what King
was looking for at the warehouse?

The blank bill of lading
was actually tied to a cargo container

scheduled to depart for Hong Kong
tomorrow.

So I took a shot. I ran a vector search
of the warehouse records

against anything having to do
with China,

and I found this.

Li Tan.
He's a Chinese dignitary.

Suspected of infiltrating
our stealth program.

He was deported two weeks ago.

Tan's personal belongings are being held
in the warehouse,

pending a forensic review.

So we've been looking
for another angle into King.

And?

Turns out several of King's partners

died shortly after they completed
their suspected heists.

So his M.O. is to get rid
of his partners after the job's done.

Just like he did with Asher.

It's King.

Of course I got rid of Asher.
You owe me.

He wants me to meet him at his house.

Said he has a job for me.

- When?
- One hour.

This guy is a cold-blooded killer.

You could be walking into a trap.

I'm going to be with you
every step of the way.

Even if you don't see me,
I'll be there.

He caught me off guard once.
It's not going to happen again.

I know.

Let's go.

We good?

She's in.

You cleaned up well.

Come on out by the pool.

- You want a drink?
- No, thank you. I'm fine.

What's the job?

Not so fast.

We shouldn't get
to know each other better first?

I think the less I know about you,
the better it is for the both of us.

You're assuming
that we shouldn't trust each other.

I don't trust anyone.

Especially not you.

I saw you kill your last partner.

Bobby worked for me,
but I would hardly call him my partner.

Whatever he was.

I just want to know
my part of the job.

Get in, get out, get paid.

Wouldn't it be more interesting
to have a drink to tell each other lies?

Soda water, ice.

Living on the wild side.

Your choice.

We talk about infrared motion sensors
or we share our sad stories

about how we started stealing
for a living?

Motion sensors fascinate me.

That tells me one thing about you.

What's that?

You definitely need to get out more.

We got company.

We got two cars.

Need ID on the plates.

Uploading them now.

Got it.

First car is registered
to Michael Connor.

Connor did time

for grand theft and forgery.

He's suspected of robbing a gallery
in Monaco with King.

And the second car?

It's registered to Kevin Morris.

Arrested for armed robbery.

King's putting the band
back together.

They've got Patricia Dunn.

I thought she was handed over
to LAPD.

They must have released her.

- She could blow Kensi's cover.
- Maybe not.

Patricia knows Kensi's on her side.

If she stays cool,

Kensi will be okay.

Glad you could make it.

So there's some cold drinks
and some food inside.

- Go ahead and help yourself.
- Haven't been up here in a while.

- You've been doing some decorating?
- I have.

I'll give you a tour later.

It's good to see you.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't exactly have much choice,
did I?

Sorry about that.

LAPD released her, charges pending.

Just relax.
Go inside, have a drink.

I'll join you in a minute.

And don't worry.

I'll explain everything to you.

- What happened?
- I don't know. I completely lost her.

Eric, we're aborting mission.
We're going in.

Stay down!

Three victims.

Only one woman.

But it's not Kensi.

No sign of her or King.

She suffered fourth degree burns
over her entire body,

but her facial structure's intact enough
that we should be able to ID her.

Patricia.

We got to find this guy.

Kensi was in the water.

She could have survived.

Blast was more flammable
than concussive.

That would explain why
we lost contact with her.

King's computer.

What do you think?

Job for Eric.

Any luck?

The shell is completely fried,

but the motherboard is miraculously
more or less intact.

Water-damaged, so I'm trying to extract
everything I can from the hard drive.

Long story short,
it's not looking good.

Keep at it, Mr. Beale.

I searched through traffic cam footage
in a two-mile radius

around the time of the explosion,
but got nothing.

What about that hill to the south?
They could have escaped that way.

There are several fire roads
from King's house

up into the canyons without cameras,

so it's possible
he could have gotten away with Kensi.

King is cleaning house.

He's gotten rid of his entire crew,
including Patricia.

Everyone but Kensi.

Maybe he's on to us.
He's gonna use Kensi as a hostage.

Either that,
or he needs her for her skills.

For one last job.

He told Patricia
the job was canceled.

No, he told her
he no longer needed her services.

He didn't say the job was canceled.

Got it!

King received an e-mail from Li Tan,

the Chinese spy whose belongings
are being held at the warehouse.

This was sent two days ago.
It's a blank message with an attachment.

This Chinese dragon.

Seems like a lot of work
for a tacky, green dragon statue.

Unless it isn't the dragon statue,
but what's inside.

One last job.

Wait!

They've installed PIR sensors.

Recalibrate the settings.
It'll give us three minutes.

Go.

Go.

What exactly are we looking for?

Here!

Let's go.

Freeze! Federal agents!

Your hands where we can see them!

You good, Kens?

Better now.

Let me go, or she's dead.

Drop the weapon!
You got nowhere to run.

Drop it!

Will one of you shoot this guy!

Stay back.

Nice try.

You see that?
That's for hitting my partner.

Like you said,

job has its hazards.

That really hurts.

So, the FBI's been working the case
from their end.

It turns out that Tan,
the Chinese spy who hired King,

had a contact at the DOD,
an engineer,

who was working on a highly classified
stealth bomber project.

He embedded the stealth bomber
technology inside the jade statue.

Which is why the Chinese

wanted King to retrieve the statue

before the government
conducted its forensic review

and found the hidden intel.

Did they arrest the leak?

Officers are on their way
outside Arlington, as we speak.

I just got off the phone with SECNAV.

The U.S. government
will be returning the dragon statue,

along with the rest of Tan's belongings
in the morning.

And the stealth technology?

It's taken care of.

Let's just say

that the Chinese stealth bombers
won't be wheels up

for some time to come.

Good job,

everyone.

Good night.

I don't know about the rest of you,

but I'm starving.

Dinner on you, G?

Anywhere but Chinese.

You guys in?

Rain check. Can't really chew.

I think I'm gonna go home and spend
some quality time with my slanket.

Suit yourselves.

You know, I'm thinking,
a bone-in filet,

maybe a juicy porterhouse.

You're always trying to milk it.

- Is it truffle season yet?
- Couple of ground rules here.

No weird, expensive fungi,
no eggs that don't come from a chicken,

no Scotch that's older
than you or me.

I can still order a seafood tower.

You okay, Kens?

I'm fine.

I'm good.

When I can feel my jaw,
I'll be really good.

I was gonna call,
but I was already out front,

so it seemed kind of redundant.

Come in.

So you just finished
taping an episode of Hoarders?

- Is there a reason why you're here?
- I got dinner.

Got me a burger,
and I got you a smoothie.

I'll take a beer.

Really? Top Model?

- Why does every girl love this show?
- Because it is awesome.

How's that a TV show?

They're about to start the judging.

Look at this.

Can't get any better than this.

Turkey burger, Top Model.

Can you open my beer for me, please?