NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 22 - Plan B - full transcript

Mr. Sanders,

you illegally acquired and then sold

military-issue weapons,

some of which have been used
in two homicide cases.

Due to the overwhelming evidence

based on key witness testimony,

the court finds you guilty
on all charges of arms trafficking.

A sentence of 20 years

in a federal prison,

with no chance of parole.

You happy now?



I was your key witness.

I just wanted to make sure
he didn't walk.

Nelson Sanders's done.

You're safe, Ray.

Joint Task Force: one.

Biggest arms dealer
in the world: zero.

Putting Sanders away is one thing.

Recovering the rest of those weapons
is another.

Two men are looking
each other in the eye.

But only one of us is still alive.

You understand that, Ray.

Don't you?

Last time I saw you this nervous

is when those cops pinched us
in that stolen Camaro.



It wasn't the cops
I was worried about.

It was my dad showing up
at the precinct with a belt.

My dad would have loved
to have joined that party,

but apparently jail
had him pretty occupied.

- Are you ready?
- As I'll ever be.

See ya.

Get down!
Take cover!

- The motorcycle?
- Accessing traffic cameras now.

Smile for the camera.

2x22
Plan B

.: Team UnderCovers :.

Nice job, guys.
That was insane!

Just going with the flow.

Does going with the flow
include screaming "Yee-haw"?

I was in character.

You were in character.

As who, Smokey or the Bandit?

You going to try that on the next op,
when I'm driving?

No, I drive.
You shoot.

We agreed to take turns.

I don't remember
having that conversation.

A compromise?

- You'll ride on the back next time?
- Never going to happen.

We can get Hetty
to get you a sidecar?

Cute.

You ever rode on a sidecar?
They're fun.

Welcome to Los Angeles
International Airport...

I feel like I'm having
an allergic reaction to those squibs...

I have allergies, Marty.

Maybe we should've set up
your relocation in Nebraska.

That's not funny.
I'm the best informant you ever had.

A claim you can only make due
to the fact that you're a criminal.

Retired!
You're looking at the new man.

Upstanding citizen.

Must've been difficult
to say with a straight face.

You're gonna handle
all those women in Miami?

The women, yes.

But I feel like I'm going
to get whacked by an alligator.

Like they're just waiting
for my pasty ass.

You do know that alligators don't prey
on human beings, crocodiles do.

Both live in the Miami vicinity,
but mainly in swamps.

She just go all Wikipedia on me?

She just went all Wikipedia on you,
dude.

- She looks just like...
- I know, it's scary, right?

- Wait. Who do I look like?
- It's not important.

We grew up in the same neighborhood,
and there, there was this girl...

Ray and I lost touch.

Five years ago, I go undercover
to infiltrate an arms ring,

and guess who I find,
flopping around in the middle of it?

I thought I was joining
a barbershop quartet.

I gave him a choice.

"You can go to jail or you can
work for me as an informant."

Yeah, some choice!

Most guys don't get to choose.

Anything you want me to tell Nicole?

She's your wife.

Ex-wife.
Johnny Bravo's a solo act now.

About that, Bravo was taken,

so we got you dialed in
with one Charlie Mitchell.

- What?
- Get to know it.

I guess this is it.

Don't want to keep the
alligators waiting.

- Take care, brother.
- You, too.

Bye, Wikipedia.

- Take care of him.
- I will.

He's a sucker for brunettes.

What'd he say?
I don't really care.

Never shoot back.

Always shoot first.

He seems cool.

One of the coolest.

For a bad guy.

This case is not over with yet,
ladies and gentlemen.

Ray gave us Nelson Sanders.

But we still need to recover

the stolen military weapons
which he sold.

Which I'm sure I don't need
to remind you

includes five AT4 rocket launchers,

all stolen from Camp Pendleton.

How long you known this guy Ray?

Just came over the wire.

Police report a car rented
to Charlie Mitchell,

Ray's new alias, was involved in a chase
and a shooting.

Car was found abandoned.

It hasn't even been two hours.

Ray couldn't have got to Miami,
let alone rented a car...

He's not in Miami.

His car was found
in downtown Los Angeles.

Airline says Ray never boarded
the flight. He cashed in his ticket.

And rented a car instead.

Why would he do that?

Nelson Sanders thinks he's dead.

Ray's car was found
two blocks from the shooting.

A botched hit. If they hadn't crashed,
the bad guys would've killed him.

We staged his murder.
We put it on television.

The shooter shouldn't have known
he was still alive.

Unless there's a leak.

LAPD reports no blood at the scene.

He got lucky.
Can you zoom in on those shooters?

Too blurry to make an I.D.

Ray was a gunsmith, he worked
with every criminal group in LA.

They find out that he was an informant,
and that he's still in town.

Huge price on his head.

- That is some serious firepower.
- M4 assault rifles.

M4s were part of the shipment
that was stolen from Camp Pendleton.

Ray's got to be scared
and looking for me.

- Then why hasn't he called you?
- And where is he headed?

I don't know.

I know where he's gonna end up
sooner or later.

I gotta go back undercover.

- I'll shadow him.
- Go.

Let's check out the crime scene.

So this is the infamous Max Gentry.

This is an alias I did not miss.

As I recall,

his reputation was less than stellar.

I've known Ray
since I was ten years old.

And I used our friendship to keep him
in the line of fire as an informant.

Only reason he risked himself
because he trusted me.

And yet he didn't tell you
about his change in travel plans.

Doesn't matter.
Somebody's gotta look out for him.

Your loyalty is admirable.

When I was 11 years old,
my dad was...

one drink away from killing
my mom and me.

Until you shot him in self-defense.

.38 revolver that I used...

Ray's the one that gave it to me.

Some might say you paid that debt.

Rather than send him to jail,
you took him under your wing.

Let's be honest,

I turned my best friend
into a snitch for $100 a week.

If he gets himself killed,
that's on me.

We get anything else,
we'll let you know.

Appreciate it.

The officer says that the driver
and the shooter abandoned the car

and disappeared on foot.

Go ahead, Callen.

Tell me you got something.

Nothing on traffic cams.

Could be military issue.

Shooters were described
as Hispanic tattooed.

It's L.A.
Doesn't exactly narrow it down.

Eric, keep me posted.

Sounds to me like Deeks' buddy's
been keeping some secrets.

So, what's Max Gentry like?

He's just a guy.

He have an accent?

Is he shy, life of the party,
a wine guy?

A beer guy? You know what I mean?

- How'd you come up with him?
- Just an alias I threw together.

I should go in first.
I'll wait at the bar.

No, I think it's better
if I go in alone.

Max.

Joey.

Never gave me that money.

Yeah. I was gonna, but...
you disappeared.

I can get it, Max, I swear...

Look at you.

Come on, man, you're shaking.
You're sweating.

You got cramps?
Is it that time of the month?

I think...

I'll collect it from your girlfriend.

Come on, man, please.
She has nothing to do with this.

I've been meaning to call you.
I have...

I think she wants to work
off the vig.

You want me to break the news
to her, or you want to do it?

I'll do it. Okay! I get it!
I'll bring it to you tonight, I swear!

Shut up. Shut up!

Did you hear about Ray?

It's been all over the news.

I know you guys are tight.

Sorry, man.

Look at me.

Anybody comes in here asking
about him, you let me know.

You understand?

- Say you understand.
- I understand, man.

It's been a long time.

Look, about Ray, I...

You got my lunch ready?

When was the last time you saw him?

Maybe last week.

He say anything I should know about?

Not really.

He was acting
like a buffoon, as usual.

Ran out on his tab.

I'm sorry, Max.

I just didn't want to dump all over
your dead best friend.

Deeks, I got a visual on Ray.

Don't break cover.
I'll grab him.

- What the hell was that?
- It's gunshots.

- Where is he?
- He was right here.

We I.D.'d the shooter
Kensi took down.

It's Vince Mendoza.

He was a foot soldier
for the Southland Kings.

What do they stand
to gain from Ray's death?

Goes back to business.

Ray never dealt
with the Southland Kings.

They killed a buddy of ours,
and he hated them.

You sure?

If something happened,
he'd have come to me.

These guys don't try
to murder people for no reason, Deeks.

He didn't tell you
he wasn't going to Miami.

Your best friend is
a career criminal, Deeks.

He ditched his flight.

Then he rented a car shot up with rifles
after you took your eyes off him.

- Why would Ray make himself a target?
- I don't know.

There may be things
that Ray hasn't told you.

You might not know your friend
as well as you think you do.

The serial numbers on the M4
that Vince Mendoza used

were filed off.

We've got a lab using
an electron microscope.

They pull a partial image,
but we're still working on it.

There is a reason
why Ray chose to stay in town.

Money stashed somewhere,
an enemy he wanted to drop in on.

That's not his style.

What about his wife?

Nicole? He didn't even want
to take her into relocation with him.

He said their marriage was over.

Sam, that's because it's complicated.

- Let's pick her up.
- Nicole doesn't know I'm a cop,

she's gonna tell us
a lot more if it stays that way.

All right, we pick her up
and take her to the boatshed?

The Southland Kings angle?

Mendoza is part owner of a restaurant,
but it's a front.

The Southland Kings are operating
what's known as a clandestino inside.

A clandestino is
a Salvadoran speakeasy

which caters to rich businessmen
who want to gamble

in the presence of beautiful women.

Let me guess...
Deeks is gonna take this one.

No. I got to talk to Nicole.

Okay, I guess I'll
send you guys the address.

This can't be it.

That's the right address.

Can I help you?

I'm Mr. Carl.

I don't know you.

You're obviously new,
and that's okay.

I run a little hedge fund downtown.

I'm here to celebrate a deal
with my newest client.

You guys have always
treated me just right.

I thought you said I was blue chip.

We're all good.
Hey, we're all good.

I just paid you a 3,5 million dollar
commission, and you bring me here?

This is not how I heard
Mr. Carl rolls!

Something you need
to understand about me.

What's that?

I like to party.

What did I tell you?

I know what I'm talking about.

Welcome, gentlemen.

How you doing?

- Blue Chip, you liking this?
- I'm liking it a lot, baby.

How you doing tonight?

I am good.

This is my first time here.
You know Mr. Carl?

He's the man.

We're celebrating.

Krug Reserve?

You know who told me
about this place?

You know Ray, don't you?

Give me one second.

On your six.

Get up!

Why are the Southland Kings
after Ray Martindale?

Who are you guys?

I'm Mr. Carl.

He likes to party.

This Taser still charged?

Ray's a snitch.

Were you in business with him?

Not me personally.

Look, I just follow orders.

Who told you Ray was still alive?
Was it Nelson Sanders?

Sanders is doing day one of a 20-year
bid. He can't hurt you.

I ain't scared of Sanders.

It was Ray's wife.

She called the Southland Kings
and told them Ray was alive.

If that's true, it's conspiracy
to commit first-degree murder.

Okay, cuff me.

She knows Max, not me.

Ray met Nicole three years ago.

Undercover, he didn't want her to know
he was an informant, I covered for him.

Make yourselves comfortable.

I can't believe this.
What are you doing here?

Feds busted down my door.

Ray's on the run.
They think we know where he went.

Were you always such a drama queen?

I like what you did with your hair.

So sweet.

Seriously. Couldn't even tell
it was a weave at first.

They're probably watching.

And you care?

You got to help me figure out
what's going on with Ray.

These Feds are serious,
and I cannot go back to jail.

Look at me.

A cop turned Ray.

Convinced him to testify
against Nelson Sanders.

Ray told you that?

The Feds had this plan
to relocate him.

I didn't want to go.

Before the trial,

I got a call from this guy.

He said
that if I helped him find Ray...

he'd pay me a hundred grand.

I didn't do it.

But he left me his number.

It's okay.

If I tell the truth,

they won't send us to jail, right?

Maybe you and I
could start hanging out again?

I'd like that.

Ray pulled up to the house
in a rental car.

He needed some money
he'd stashed away.

Did he say what he needed it for?

He wants to relocate with someone.

Some little tramp who works
at Grand Central Market. Jenna.

At the bakery stand.

It's the first time
I've ever heard about her.

So I called that man back.

I said I wanted the money

and I told him where Ray was headed.

That selfish son of a bitch,
he doesn't deserve to be happy.

Max, I'm glad that Ray's gone.

I'm glad you're back.

Eric's started to search
Grand Central Market for this girl,

but it could take some time.

I know her.

I'll head over there.

Max knows her.

I'm fine, really.

You're fine out here
or you're fine in there?

The only thing in there
I saw that wasn't real was your alias.

And even that I'm not so sure about.

When I got the flu, the LAPD
didn't bring me chicken soup, she did.

I'm in control.

Go get this Jenna girl
and bring her in.

You seem pretty close to this.

I've been here before, I'm fine.

You two have chemistry.

It's a game.

How many times have you put
on high heels and a dress

to get a suspect to talk?

Are you going to tell her the truth?

I don't think she wants to hear it.

But doesn't she deserve it?

I wouldn't do it, Mr. Callen.

Do what?

Talk to Mr. Deeks.

That lie he's living with Nicole
is the same one I lived with Kristin.

Maybe if someone had talked to me,

things'd have been different.

Would you have listened?

You still think
about her and the boy?

Thanks for the advice, Hetty.

The Southland Kings want Ray dead,

and we can't protect him
if we can't find him.

I combed through
every inch of Ray's file,

his phone records
dating back 5 years.

No links to known
Southland Kings members.

What do you got, Nell?

Lab got us the M4's serial number.

It's from that Pendleton shipment
we've been chasing.

Sanders must have sold 'em to
the Kings before he got arrested.

Now we know who took possession.

I think it's time
we paid Sanders a visit.

Going to need you on this, Nell.

I'm gonna need all the files

we've got on Sanders,
the Southland Kings and Ray.

The network is secure.
I'm sending you the files now.

Sanders has done business
with Ray and the Southland Kings,

but nothing that links all
three parties together.

There's gotta be a reason
why they want him dead.

Ray couldn't testify against the Kings
even if he wanted to.

He doesn't have the intel, unless...

Nelson Sanders told them
that Ray did?

That's not bad.

Maybe we need to get her away
from her desk more often.

I heard that, Rockstar.

I'll go talk to her.

And I'll stay here,
like last time, right?

If Max shows up with a new girlfriend,
people are gonna ask questions.

You didn't have to go undercover back
at the pool hall.

I saw Ray from the car.
We could have just staked the place out.

What are you saying?
You think I like being Max?

Some days,
it's easier being someone else.

And some days, it's too easy.

Sorry about Ray.

You okay?
Thought you'd be more upset.

I got Ray in the market.

He's running, I'm going!

Slow down, crazy punk!

Stop it.
I'm on your side, you dumb-ass.

In case you haven't noticed, everybody
I've ran into has tried to kill me!

- Get off me.
- You think I'm trying to kill you?

I think you want to arrest me.

- That could happen.
- Should I be arresting you?

I don't know, I haven't paid
a parking ticket in about 14 years.

I was going to say something.

Why are the Southland Kings
trying to kill you?

I can't protect you,
tell me the truth.

I am telling the truth!

I never dealt with them,
never even met any of them.

Are you okay?

Yeah, baby, it's going to be okay,

I promise, all right?

Why did you come back?

I need her to come with me.

Why?

She's pregnant.

- Come on, why didn't you just tell me?
- I found out this morning.

You told me I could only bring
my immediate family

when I went in to relocation,
no exceptions.

I knew if you saw us together,
we could tell you...

And there'd be no way I could say no.

I got a chance to be a dad.

You know what this means to me.

It's going to be different for my kid,
not like it was for us.

I can do this, Marty, I know I can.

I'm not leaving L.A. without her,
unless it's in a body bag.

It's gonna be all right.

I have to admit it was smart.

It's a bold move.

Enlighten me.

You found out Ray wasn't dead.

He was never going to testify
against the Southland Kings,

but you scared them
into thinking that he would.

You're locked up,
but you want revenge.

Figured the Salvadorans
would kill him just to be safe,

do your dirty work for you.

Come back when you got proof.

I may have sold
some weapons in the past

to the Southland Kings,

but I never dealt
with them personally.

One dose of proof coming up.

Two weeks before you were arrested,

NCIS observed you
with a Southland Kings chieftain...

who's wanted for murder.

If you stop the Salvadorans,

I'll inform the Russians that Ray's
been called to testify against them.

If they fail to kill him,
I'll go to the Serbs.

If the Serbs fail,
I'll go to the Italians,

and on and on.

Who do you think these men
will trust more?

Me or you?

All this for revenge?

I'm spending the next 20 years in prison
because of Ray Martindale.

You'll have to move
onto the next case eventually.

New crimes,

new problems to manage.

But I only have one problem
to focus on...

and I'll never stop
until it's solved.

I believe you.

We're finished here.

It's done.

Jenna's at a motel with armed guards.
She's safe.

Nicole still in love with you?

I'm not blind.

It's always been obvious.

It could work.

Maybe if things were different, Ray.

She doesn't know who I am.

Does Wikipedia know who you are?

Easy, she's just my partner.

What are you guys talking about?

Nothing, we're discussing

the pertinent details to the case.

But you two got a thing.

No, there's no thing.

I know when I go into relocation,

we're not gonna be able to talk.

- It's going to be nice.
- But you got to make me a promise.

You got to call me someday...

and let me know
how it turned out with her.

Scoobies are back.

Did you guys figure out
my happy-ever-after?

We got some good and bad news.

The good news, you're not connected
to the Southland Kings.

I could have told you that.
In fact, I did tell you that.

This is his idea of good news?

The bad news, Nelson Sanders is gonna
keep sending people to kill you.

Doesn't matter where we relocate you.

It's a matter of time
before they succeed.

Next time, just tell me I'm screwed
and pop a cap in my ass.

Take it easy.
They got a plan.

You got a plan?

The Southland Kings bought weapons
from Sanders.

They're going
to come after you again.

Fortunately, we can control where.

So that's the plan?

You're gonna use him as bait
to lure them out?

Say no. They can't force you.
They need you to volunteer,

and we're gonna figure
something else out.

What about Jenna?

If anything happens to you,

Jenna and your child
will be protected for life.

You have our word.

I'm in.

Someone's been behaving.

What do you mean?

No cuffs.

Ray and I always used...

to joke about how easily we could have
ended up with the other guy's life,

and I think the thing is

that maybe I wanted his life
more than I wanted to admit.

This is not how
I imagined this going.

My name isn't Max.

I am...

a cop.

I met you when I was working undercover,
and Ray was my informant.

How much of it was real?

I don't know.

You're a coward.

Why are you telling me this
right now?

Because those guys
still want to kill Ray.

I can't let that happen,
and I need your help.

I need you to call the
men that want Ray dead.

I need you to tell them
you just saw him,

and that he's meeting a bagman
at this location in an hour.

And you'll tell your people
I cooperated?

I know that life has not been easy
since you met me.

Somehow you still managed
to be the best thing in it.

Kens?

I got a green SUV headed towards Ray.

You sure Ray knows
exactly where to take cover?

I sure hope so.

Federal agents!
Drop your weapons!

Deeks, move now!

Time to go, bro!

We got you covered!

Plan B, Deeks! Plan B!

Instructions and an address
are on the dash.

I'm gonna have agents
waiting for you.

They're gonna take you
on a charter flight to Oregon.

What about Jenna?

Drop the weapon!
On the ground!

Now!

I hope they bought
that car swap, Marty.

Yeah. Me, too.

I'm gonna be the best father
in the world,

I promise you.

- I know you are, Ray.
- Shut up and listen to me.

I'm not gonna screw everything up
like my dad or your dad.

Always knew we'd turn out
so much better than them.

We did, didn't we?

Damn right, brother.

Take care of him.

I will.

You promised me that phone call.

I want to hear how your thing turns out
with Wikipedia.

You know you owe me that much.

There is no thing.

Some guys hit the gym
to relieve stress.

I total cars and blow them up.

And who's the rock star?

Thank you for letting Ray
take Jenna with him.

No one should live out
his life alone,

including you.

What are you talking about?
I got you. I'll be fine.

I have a message for you.

From Nicole Martindale.

- Does she hate me?
- Actually, yes.

But she also wants you to know

that she has no regrets.

Yeah, I guess I don't, either.

Just heard from LAPD.

First call the Southland Kings
shooters made was to Sanders.

They confirmed Ray's death.
He's safe now.

Sanders was gonna get
what he wanted eventually.

Only way for us to win
was to give it to him.

What is this I hear about you guys
tearing apart a clandestino?

Certain places, you got to crack heads,
I understand that,

but a clandestino,
I think that requires a...

lighter touch.

Deeks has a point. You guys have to be
aware of the cultural customs.

For example, clandestinos
originated in Nicaragua.

Good night, Wikipedia.

And "Lighter Touch"...

Next time you feel like introducing us
to one of your friends,

don't.

Planning on calling Ray anytime soon?

No, I'm not.

Why?

Just, when you do,
tell him Wikipedia says hi.

I'll do that.

I'm glad our thing is working out.

No thing.

There is no thing!