NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 23 - Imposters - full transcript

You okay?

- You seem like something's wrong.
- No, I'm okay.

It was just
one of those days at work.

You're off now, so snap out of it.

We're supposed to be having fun.

I'm gonna use the restroom. I better see
two more drinks by the time I get back.

You ready?

I'm ready.
You ready?

- I guess so.
- Okay, then.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are now about to witness

the end of Sean Koster's
life as we know it.



What are you doing?

Michelle April Ardell...

will you marry me?

Call 911!

2x23
Imposters

.: Team UnderCovers :.

You mad at me?

Why would I be mad?

It's your vacation.
Do whatever you want.

Gee, thanks for that.

I just thought you might want to do
something together, that's all.

- You're upset I didn't invite you.
- I'm not.

Disappointed, maybe.

Surprised, definitely.



You always say
we're kind of like family.

You want to come, come.
I'll even buy you a ticket today.

I'm not taking a mercy invite.

Course I never really

thought of you
as a cruise ship kind of guy.

It's a sailboat.

I'm sorry.

We need you guys up in Ops.

We're training.

It's self-defense.

How was Jazzercise?

Did one of you leave your leg warmers
in the locker room yesterday?

What do we got, Eric?

This footage was taken last night

by a patron at Surfside Sully's
in Santa Monica.

- Where's Hetty?
- On the phone with Director Vance.

They've been going at it
for 20 minutes.

The victim in the video
has yet to be identified.

He had no ID,

and his face and fingerprints
were essentially melted.

We're still waiting on dental.

Nobody saw who did it?

Witnesses said
he came out of nowhere.

Autopsy revealed
he'd been severely beaten

with some sort of blunt object

before being set ablaze.

He suffered multiple fractures,
including the back of the skull.

Somebody wanted him dead.

Dead and unidentifiable.

Witnesses had a hard time
putting out the flames

because the fire
was phosphorus-based.

The victim had
an artificial knee joint,

so I'm running the serial number
through manufacturer, hospital records,

trying to get
a positive identification.

And why us?

The presence of white phosphorus
isn't enough to warrant our involvement.

On its own, no,

but the body had also been exposed
to fluorodeoxyglucose.

Fire couldn't hide that.

Radiopharmaceuticals.

The isotope matches
the brachytherapy canisters,

stolen from CalWest Hospital

back in January.

As you recall, Jake Varley
and Wendell Hertz

murdered hospital employee
Yusef Afzal

while trying to gain access
to the Nuclear Medicine department.

When we caught these guys trying to sell
the canisters, they only had three left.

Looks like we found the fourth.
And it could have been opened.

Kensi and I can hit the crime scene,
see what we can find.

Just make sure you leave
your surfboard in the lockup.

Don't look at me.
I didn't say anything.

She doesn't have to. You left
a small sand bunker under your chair

after your last investigation.

That was from my shoes.

From my shoes
from walking around the crime scene.

And the sea water that was coming out
of your nose all day?

It's allergies.

I've got allergies.

This is not a debate!

That's no one's call but mine.

Rubbish!
He's lying!

The hell I will!

Mother Hubbard.

No food in the cupboard?

Something I can do?

No, this one's stuck squarely
in my lap,

I'm afraid.

It's just all a bunch
of bureaucratic nonsense, anyway.

We must take it all
with a grain of salt.

I find that it helps
if the salt is followed

by a shot of tequila and some lime.

I like the way you think, Mr. Callen.

Eric identified the artificial knee.

It went to a recipient
named Brent Dundas,

former Illinois construction worker
injured in an industrial accident.

We've got a Culver City address.

Looks like somebody
might have been looking for something.

Or Brent has a girlfriend.

You know how women
never close a drawer?

Like they're coming back,
then they never do,

you wind up banging into it?

Trouble in paradise?

Special Warfare Insignia.

Looks like our dead guy
might have been a SEAL.

I got it.
Thanks, Eric.

And send forensics over to follow up.

So, the Navy has no record
of a SEAL named Brent Dundas.

They have no record of a Brent Dundas
ever being in the Navy, period.

- You find anything?
- Trace amounts of radiation.

Nothing to get excited about.
If that canister was here, it's gone.

Here we go.

Scorch marks.

No. I'm good, thanks.

Dark stains.
Looks like oil.

But I bet you forensics is gonna prove
it's a blood trail.

Good work, Lassie.
Now all you got to do is find Timmy.

Feel free to dazzle me
with your detective skills at any time.

You couldn't handle my skills.

I threw up in my mouth a little bit.

That's classy.

The address Eric gave us
for Brent Dundas

is in Culver City,
so we know he didn't walk here.

And he didn't have any keys,
he was missing a wallet.

Killers could have taken both
to conceal his identity.

Which is probably why
they set him on fire with phosphorus.

They knew his body would be
unidentifiable.

He does what anybody on fire would do,
which is, try to get to some water.

Check it out.

Navy SEALs bumper sticker.

SEALs don't usually advertise.

I need you to run a plate.
Four Papa Charlie India four eight five.

Red Camry.

When?

How?

Thanks for the update.
Keep us informed.

Car is registered to Brent Dundas,
but get this.

He's not really a Navy SEAL.

You sure about that?

Nice job locating Brent Dundas' car.

Forensics works over it now.

So we have a Navy SEAL
imposter exposed to radiation,

a trunk full of scuba gear
and explosives.

Sounds like a guy trying
to make a dirty bomb.

Only, Brent Dundas didn't know
how to make a bomb.

- How do you know that?
- Internet searches.

He was looking up
bomb-making instructions.

I've been trying to track
purchases of white phosphorus,

- but not much luck.
- Brent Dundas' electronic footprint,

however, shows regular
cash withdrawals from an ATM

located in a Santa Monica bar
called the Prince O'Whales,

including $300

less than two hours
before he was killed.

And the bar is within walking distance
from where you guys found his car.

I think it's time we paid the
Prince O'Whales bar a visit.

Now we're talking.

Oh, actually, Detective,

Hetty asked if she could speak
with you... alone.

Someone's in trouble.

Just remember the distress word.

If that doesn't work,
just fake a seizure.

I'm not in trouble.
I'm not in trouble.

Am I in trouble?

Nell said you wanted to see me.

I'm not in some sort
of trouble, am I?

Should you be?

Do you have something to confess?

In that case, this is for you.

This is for me?

You want me to...

read it?

You want me to resign?

I thought I was doing a good job.

Is this about your Segway?
Because...

Read the entire page, please.

From LAPD.

You want me to resign
from the police force.

The second page is
an application to join NCIS

on a permanent basis as an agent.

I'm flattered,

but I don't know if this is
the right thing for me right now.

You know, because I'm a cop.

And I think it's more than what I do.
I think it's who I am.

I understand,

but things do change, and...

when they do, it pays to be ready.

Keep it...

in case you ever change your mind.

I've signed and dated it,
so it's ready whenever you are.

What about my Segway?

Double secret probation?

Is it because of the Segway?

No. It was nothing.

Just some paperwork that has to do
with LAPD and my liaison position here.

This looks like your kind of place.

Looks like a dive.

Like I said, it's your kind of place.

What about pirates?

- What?
- They're a real problem these days.

We'll be okay. They don't come
this far inland unless

- they're on vacation.
- Your sailboat!

It's not my sailboat.
It's a charter.

And I'm not worried about pirates.

SEALs eat pirates for breakfast.

What do they taste like, chicken?

Fish sticks.

What can I get you, fellas?

You know this guy?

Who are you?

Federal agents.

Don't get up.

It's all right.

Yeah, I know him.
Brian Young. He's a regular.

Guy's a retired Navy SEAL,
sits right there almost every night.

You know this guy as
Brian Young, not Brent Dundas?

Never heard of Brent Dundas.

- You sure you've done this before?
- The last time you saw him?

Yesterday.
Hey, Star,

when did Brian come in last night?

About 6:00, I think.

I don't remember seeing him leave.

It was earlier than normal for him,
though, like 7:00 maybe, why?

He's dead.

Someone bashed his head in,
set him on fire.

What?

That guy was Brian?

I was just talking to him last night.

Was he with anyone?

He didn't come in with anyone, no.

I think he may have been sitting
with someone at some point.

He was at the bar,
I was waiting tables.

It was busy.

Why would someone do this?

He was such a nice guy.

Excuse me.

You should have seen her
when her cat died.

Had to give her Memorial Day
weekend off. The whole weekend.

For a cat.

Like to take a look
at your surveillance tapes.

Sure.
Just show me a warrant.

That's how it's gonna be?

I'd like to help you boys out, man.

My customers got privacy rights.

We'll be back.

Bring some friends, man.

Two-for-one pitchers
of draft between 5:00 and 6:00.

May I?

Trace amounts of radiation.
Could be from the missing canister.

- Could be our guy.
- Or somebody he was with.

What do you think is up
with the alias, Brian Young?

Fake SEAL, fake name.

By the time we get a warrant,

anything we could use on
those surveillance tapes will be gone.

- Where is he?
- In the back.

Don't get up.

Mr. Fallon's busy, and
you guys need a warrant,

so I suggest you turn around and...

I said, "Don't get up."

I told you, you need a warrant!

We have probable cause.
And you need a lawyer.

I wasn't going to destroy
any surveillance footage.

I was just curious to see for myself.

You had a beef with him?

No, man. I barely knew the guy.

Brian was a customer
that came in to drink,

flirt with the waitresses and
tell the occasional war story.

Only he wasn't in any war,

and his name wasn't Brian Young.

It was Brent Dundas.

He wasn't a Navy SEAL that had
his leg messed up in an IED.

He was some guy living off of worker's
comp from a construction accident.

Well, he told me he was retired

and working for private contractors now,
Blackwater kind of stuff.

And he had some...

He had some kind of classified
assignment he couldn't talk about.

But he was celebrating,
you know, like he'd...

he'd come into some money,

buying drinks
for everybody and stuff.

What about his friends or people
he was hanging around with?

If it wasn't for the Navy SEAL thing,
I would've thought the guy was a loser.

Always by himself.

I just thought
it was a lone wolf thing.

He had a shine on for Star.

He talked to her a lot.

But you got any more questions,
talk to her,

'cause I'm done till I see a lawyer.

He's a bottom-feeder,
but I believe it.

Unfortunately,
it doesn't get us any closer

to finding the dirty bomb material.

- How's it going?
- It's not.

You find anything?

This is the real Brian Young.

He was a Navy SEAL who died
during the invasion of Iraq.

Young was born in Wisconsin,
but grew up in Illinois

and attended high school
with guess who?

Brent Dundas.

- You've played this game before.
- They were even on the same swim team.

So not only did Brent Dundas
and Brian Young know each other.

It's reasonable to believe
they were friends.

That's where Brent got
his stories and his identity.

Our friend the bartender here said

we ought to talk to one of
his waitresses, Star.

She had a lot of face time
with the victim.

Why don't you check it out,
if she knows anything?

Sam and I are going to go through
the surveillance tapes from the bar.

What are you doing?

Nell's hogging
the computers up in Ops,

- running a multivariant search, so...
- What is that smell?

Sardines.

They're really high
in Omega-3 fatty acids.

Smells like cat food.

No wonder Nell kicked you out.

What's worse ? The smell in here,
or the fact you were eating in Ops.

If Hetty caught you,
she would shoot you on sight?

- Where is Hetty?
- I haven't seen her.

No wonder you're acting so brave.
I'm gonna find her.

You want to keep going
through the surveillance tapes?

Not with you.

You and your fish breath
go work in the gadget room.

Here.

You threw your empty
sardine can in my recycling bin?

- Got to save the planet, man.
- Go save it somewhere else.

And bring me a new bin.

Nell, have you seen Hetty?

No, not since this morning.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for bacon.

As in Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon?

Collaboration distance?

Cluster analysis?

Okay, well, basically,

I'm going through the Prince Whales
credit card transactions

over the past months and data mining
through their customers to find links

between Varley and Hertz,

the 2 men who stole the
radiopharmaceuticals.

Hopefully, I'll find a common vector.

Good luck with that.

Brian was always a gentleman.

You mean Brent?

Did you see him outside of work?

We never dated or anything,
if that's what you're asking.

He seemed like a kind soul,

but tortured,

like he was always a little sad.

I figured
it was from being in the war.

Only he wasn't.
His friend was.

He said he lost his best friend
in the war.

Maybe he just never got over it.

Maybe it was Brian...
Brent's...

Brent's way
of honoring his dead friend.

By becoming him?

It was his way
of being someone he wasn't.

A lot of people want
a better life for themselves

and dream
of being someone they're not.

Star sounds a lot better

than Sarah Anne Shulman
from Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania.

I don't know about that.
Sarah Anne sounds pretty to me.

So, are you two, like,
together together?

- Is it that obvious?
- No! We're just partners.

- With privileges.
- Definitely not.

Kind of. What about you?
Are you in a relationship?

Not really.

Now that's a crime.

You should take this just in case you
remember anything else.

Okay. Thank you very much, Star.

Even if you just, you know,
need to talk or anything.

I'm gonna take this.
It's for your own security.

And we're gonna go.

What are you doing?

I was just being a good cop.

Cop blocker!

Seriously, I'm gonna crush
the life out of you.

I'm gonna gut you like a fish!

Problem, Mr. Hanna?

We need a new plasma.

What's wrong with this one?

It's stupid, and it's pissing me off.

Seriously, I'm gonna shoot it.

What's really wrong, Sam?

You mean besides a guy posing
as a SEAL

that may have built a dirty bomb?

That is a serious situation.

All the more reason
to keep one's cool.

I'm cool.

It's been a very long time

since I have heard you laugh, Sam.

Hell, life itself, can be absurd,

but you have to embrace that.

If you can't smile now,

how can you possibly laugh

in the face of death?

Hetty, why are you telling me this?

As a sailor,

Sam, you know the importance

of a solid anchor.

You have your faith, your family,

your sense of humor.

Mr. Callen doesn't think

he needs anyone.

He does. He needs you.

You're his anchor,

and I sense there's a storm coming.

Hetty, you're a lot of things,
but a psychic isn't one of them.

You want to level with me?

I just did.

I give up.
Can't find her anywhere.

You're kidding, right?

She was just here.

What kind of tracker are you?

She's avoiding me.

What was she talking about?

Ships, anchors, death.

To be honest,
she's kind of creeping me out.

I got bacon!

What?

A man by the name of Ryan Long
split a restaurant check

with Wendell Hertz
last December. In February...

he paid a bar tab
at the Prince O'Whales

the same night that Brent Dundas
made a withdrawal from their ATM.

So, Ryan Long is the link

between the stolen
radiopharmaceuticals

and our dead man, Brent Dundas.

And that, my friends, is bacon.

Ryan Long's been arrested
on several occasions,

mostly minor offenses
stemming from various protests.

He's a self-proclaimed anarchist.

You got an address?

He only uses a P.O. box.

He does, however, own a motor home

that Eric tracked down
using Kaleidoscope.

And as of 11 minutes ago, it was
in Playa del Rey near the airport.

Looks like it's been abandoned.

Maybe that's what I'll do.

I'm gonna rent an RV.

I'd love to see
you in a trailer park.

No, no, no. Drive across country.

Sailing the back waters of America,

just me and the open
road as my companion.

You're breaking my heart.

Like I said, abandoned.

Nice driving, slick.

You not only wrecked your wheels.
You totaled your house.

You know this guy?

This is what he looked like

after he was lit on fire
with white phosphorus.

- I had nothing to do with that.
- Why'd you try and get away?

Because I know
how this government operates.

I know I'm on a watch list.
People equate anarchy with mayhem,

and that's not true.

I'm an advocate
of peaceful resistance.

This country has a rich history
with anarchy.

Henry David Thoreau was an anarchist.
Did you know that?

No.
You, Sam?

Robert Louis Stevenson thought
Thoreau was a girly man.

Called him a skulker.

A skulker.

You spy on us with your satellites.

You can turn on our cell phones
without us knowing.

You take our photos,
you listen in on our conversations.

Right?

What can I say?

You're right.

That's old school stuff.

You've heard of Bluetooth, right?

You don't think they invented that
so you could talk to your mom, do you?

Every time you put
that little earpiece in,

we have remote access
to your temporal lobe.

That's right, Ryan.

It's like hooking up

a fiber optic cable
into your cerebral cortex.

We know what you're saying,
what you're seeing and thinking.

That's just the consumer model.

We got a machine in the next room.

It can suck out your memories.

The only problem is,
once they're gone, they're gone.

Instant amnesia.

Me, personally,
I think it's a bridge too far.

But we're at war here.

Now it is a war on terror,

I think the guy that did this
has access to a dirty bomb,

and I think you know where he is.

Where's he going?

Don't worry about it, kid.
It hurts, but you won't remember.

You can't do this.

You said yourself,
you know how we operate.

Seriously,
I had nothing to do with this.

The guy you're looking for
is Shepherd.

Who's he?

I don't know his last name.

He used to be in our group,

but he started advocating
militant aggression, we booted him out.

He formed his own group,
Propaganda of the Deed.

- He ever talk about using dirty bombs?
- No, but I wouldn't put it past him.

- Where do we find him?
- I don't know.

That guy is way off the grid.

The only way I ever contacted him
was through his blog.

This is Shepherd's blog site,
Propaganda of the Deed.

Frighteningly enough, he appears
to have a fair amount of followers.

He's advocating violence
as a means for social change,

spurned on in part by the revolutions
going on in the Middle East.

Web site is hosted
outside the country,

and he uploads his blogs
via internet caf?s.

A pretty good job
of shielding his identity.

He's advocating
the use of militant action,

but my guess
is that he has no military experience.

He can espouse
the use of dirty bombs.

He can even buy the materials
on the black market,

but doesn't know
how to go about it on his own.

That's where Brent Dundas comes in.
He's pretending to be a SEAL.

Shepherd's pretending
to be a revolutionary.

Match made in heaven.

Until Brent Dundas can't deliver
on that bomb,

or refuses to, when he realizes
what a wing nut this Shepherd is,

and then you got game over.

So how do we smoke out this psychopath
before he actually succeeds?

Shepherd may still be looking
for someone who can make a bomb.

Maybe it's time we introduce him
to a real Navy SEAL.

- No way.
- We're running out of time.

Our best bet is to draw Shepherd out.

The best way to do that
is to use me as bait.

Ask Ryan Long to set up a meet

and help coordinate
the long-awaited uprising.

With you as the newest weapon
to support the cause?

We're gonna have to be prepared
to deal with a potential dirty bomb.

I'll round up detection,
protection and containment gear.

Hetty, what are you doing?

Just a little...

spring cleaning.

What's the word on Shepherd?

We're setting the trap.
I just hope that he takes the bait.

Be careful.

There's nothing as dangerous
as a trapped animal.

True.

I have something for you.

I had it custom-made to look

like the one I used
on Bette Davis in Death on the Nile.

I can't take that, Hetty. I'm sorry.

I insist, but be careful.

That is the coolest thing
I've ever seen.

I figured you'd like it.

Like you, it's both feminine

and deadly.

Therein lies its true value.

You think I'm feminine and deadly?

Among many things.

It's what makes you so good
at this job.

The true challenge is knowing
when to stop.

What do you mean?

The job.

The importance of what we do,
the excitement of doing it...

it makes it very difficult
to give up.

When the day comes for you
to hang up your gun...

and it will.

You're going to want to come home

to something more
than a collection of antique weapons.

Unfortunately,
most of the guys that I meet are...

trying to shoot me...

Not to worry.

Sometimes you find them,

sometimes they find you.

You just have to keep your eyes open.

Enjoy that.

- I thought you were getting the gear.
- I am.

Are you?

'Cause that looks a lot
like a makeup brush.

You putting on
some radiation-proof foundation?

Got a little lead-lined mascara
in there?

No. It's just something
Hetty's getting rid of.

Really?

But you have to be careful...

You two scare me.

Good.

Could you try not to act so nervous?

I am nervous.

Then think about something else.

All I can think about is that picture
of that burned guy you showed me.

You'd be doing me a favor
if you could erase that memory.

Deeks, Kensi, you in position?

You guys want to bring me
some chicken tenders?

Not really. You want to get Deeks
some chicken tenders, Sam?

If he makes himself useful
and washes my car while he's out there.

Hold up,
we got someone coming your way.

- What are you doing here?
- Shepherd sent me.

I thought you said
Shepherd was coming.

It's just for security purposes.

Shepherd just has
some questions first.

I'm here. Get on with it.

Shepherd sent a proxy.
He's got him on the phone.

We're already trying to trace it.

What SEAL team were you in?

DEVGRU. Formerly SEAL Team 6

Out of Dam Neck, Virginia.

What's unique about SEAL Team 2?

Seriously?

Arctic warfare capability.

Can I try Famous Battles for 200?

Just answer the questions.

Who is Harry Constance?

He was a Vietnam-era Navy SEAL
who completed over 300 missions,

all of which
you could find on Wikipedia.

I thought we'd be here to blow
something up, not play Trivial Pursuit.

That's enough, Drew.

Take me off speaker phone.

Take this outside.

Excuse me.

How we doing on that trace?

We're closing in. He's nearby.

The call's coming from a land line.

What's he doing?
He's running away.

He left without his bag.
Go!

Everybody out of the bar! Now!

Come on, get out of the bar!

We're just lucky no one was injured.

Make sure you let Hetty know
it was not a dirty bomb.

The guy's name is Drew Stetson.

He's a runaway, all-around misfit.

Got a warrant
for a misdemeanor in Arizona.

Gonna be the least
of his worries now.

California Penal Code 12308:
attempted murder with explosive device.

- It's a life sentence.
- Thank you, Counselor.

According to our boy, Shepherd wanted
to blow up Ryan to set an example.

He also confirmed Shepherd has
a dirty bomb, he's determined to use it.

I don't suppose he knows where?

He's supposed to reveal
when the time is right.

Maybe Eric will get lucky
with his phone trace.

It was a pay phone, and there wasn't
a camera within about a quarter mile.

Shepherd's just posted to his blog.

It's essentially a call to arms.

He's trying to incite his followers

into a violent revolt

against what he sees
as a corrupt government.

He's delusional.

He's also armed and dangerous.

He already killed one person,
and he tried to kill us.

We know he has the radiopharmaceuticals,
we've seen he know how to make a bomb.

Got a lot of followers online.

It only takes one nut job
to encourage copycat behavior.

"The spark that will ignite
the revolution will be set today."

He'll want it to be symbolic.

For to be effective, he'll need to get
those radiopharmaceuticals in the air.

Beep looking for Shepherd
and a list of possible targets.

You avoiding me?

If I wanted to avoid you, Mr. Callen,

you wouldn't find me.

What's going on?

Many things.

Perhaps you should be more specific.

I have to flinch first, is that it?

I got a nut job running around the city
with a dirty bomb,

who's already tried to kill us,
and you haven't weighed in on this.

I have alerted the NEST teams

and apprised the local authorities

of the appropriate
emergency protocols.

Is there something else
you think I should be doing?

I don't know.

I think you've got it covered,
Mr. Callen.

If I didn't...

I'd tell you.

That's good to know.

Being in charge sucks, Mr. Callen.

Everyone looks to you

for guidance and answers,

even when you have none to give.

I've never known you
to ever be at a loss for words.

The true test of a commander

is when he is as frightened
and confused

as those who look up to him.

In that moment,

when you can't find it in yourself,

you will find it in them.

That's leadership.

Initially we thought Shepherd would go
after a hard target,

like a federal building
or a courthouse.

There's a rally today
in Pershing Square

to support the troops.

It's symbolic.

Easy access, lot of people.

Best chance of escape.

It's go time.

Come on.

Well, well, look who's back.

What the hell is that?

For information,
he had to have knee surgery.

Poor thing.

If there's a bomb here,
Monty's gonna sniff it out.

Sure that's a police dog
and not a lab specimen?

Seriously, Deeks.
At least get him a pair of pants.

Just ignore them, Monty.

They're jealous of me, too.

All right, find the bomb.

Come on, brother.
This side first.

Here we go.

Want to check here? Come on.
Let's go.

Check out Johnny Guitar.

I found something.

False alarm.

What do you got, buddy?

It's just a guitar.

You want to tell me
what you're looking for?

Sorry, pal.

Must be something good.

I got him.
Public works.

LAPD! Everybody out of the area!

Guys, it's a trash can!

Everybody down!
Out of the way!

You haven't stopped anything.

I'm just one of thousands.

The resistance is growing,

and soon your authoritarian oppression
will come crumbling down.

You know what they call anarchists
in prison?

Shower toys.

Let's let the bomb squad do this.

I'm trained for this.

I know you are,
and you're very good at it,

but they're already here.

It would be a shame to make them put
those hot and heavy suits for nothing.

It probably wouldn't hurt

if we picked up the pace
just a little bit.

One day, Sam,
this dog will save your life.

I think somebody owes Monty
an apology.

Nice work, mutt.

- That's not very nice.
- I was talking to Deeks.

Sailboat sounds pretty
good about now, doesn't it?

You okay?

- I was just thinking.
- About what?

Something Hetty said.

I'm worried about her.

She's worried about you.

Why'd she be worried about me?

You can be a worrisome guy.

She pulled me aside,
wanted to talk about it today.

Me, too.

But not about you.

We had a real heart-to-heart today
about the future.

Me, three. She was talking
about things changing.

Guys, she's putting her affairs
in order.

- I've been calling you.
- Sorry.

Why didn't you answer my calls?
Where is she?

Ms. Lange?

She's gone.

She tendered her resignation,

effective immediately.

Who are you?

Lauren Hunter,

her replacement.

Her replacement?

Is this a joke?

I'm not much of a joker, Agent Blye.

- Get me Director Vance on the phone.
- That won't be necessary.

Director Vance is coming online
in Ops

to brief you all momentarily.

I'd like to have a word with you
in my office when you're finished.