NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Borderline - full transcript

On state-owned property near Imperial Beach, California, south of San Diego, while four Marines patrol the area (along the US-Mexico border) to support federal customs and immigration ...

Tango-One, this is Echo-Six.

We're approaching
Checkpoint Delta, over.

Copy that, Echo-Six.

Walker, pull up on the bluff ahead.

Oh, nicely done, Walker.

You hit every big rock
for the last six miles.

Seriously, man.
Who taught you how to drive?

The same person
that taught me about sex.

Your mom.

Hastings,
explain to this fool what happens

when someone brings my mama
into the conversation.



- Hastings...
- Shh.

- I saw something.
- Where?

What is it? What do you see?

Bingo.

Got a bogey at 2 o'clock,
maybe 50 meters out.

U.S. Marines.

- Who goes there?
- We got a runner.

Hastings, Walker. Cut him off.

Mintoya, with me.

Move in, Mintoya. On the ridge.

Tango-One, Echo-Six

in pursuit of a runner heading
southeast of Checkpoint Delta.

Roger that.

Ambush! Ambush!



- Reed! Reed!
- I'm hit!

Reed's down!

Taking fire from multiple shooters

southeast of our position.

Humvee's been disabled by an IED.

Hastings! Walker!

Deeks, what are you doing?

Coming off
a little L.A.P.D. Undercover field trip.

How about a ride?

Oh, my God. Is that you?

What? I'm Method when I go under.

That's disgusting.
That's really disgusting.

You can't be a homeless person if you
smell like you stepped out of a spa.

So I never wash these clothes
so they keep their authenticity.

That's great.

I wouldn't let you ride in my trunk
smelling like that.

No, no. No, no. Come on. Come on.

- Bye, Deeks.
- Kensi.

Thanks, partner.

Here, buddy.

Oh, really? A quarter?

A quarter?

Look. I'm all for going green,
reducing our footprint.

If Hetty has her way,
we're gonna be reusing our bullets.

She just wants us to recover our brass
if possible.

Reusable water bottles,
no more paper towels,

no more paper cups.

What's next to go, huh?

- We're saving the planet, G.
- Come on.

Don't come to me when she replaces
our toilet paper with used Post-its.

- You hear me?
- Heh. Yeah.

He's back,
and this time it's personal.

What do you think
Dr. Freud would say about this, Sam?

Obvious phallic obsession
and anger towards his mother.

Heh. Just getting a little practice in.

Does it have anything to do with
the assignment Hetty sent you on?

Doesn't everything we do
come back to Hetty?

Where you been?
Hetty won't tell us a thing.

Well, if you wanna grab a beer later,
I'll tell you all about it.

I've gotta go check in with her.

It's good seeing you guys.

That was weird.

Even for Nate.

One thing's for certain,

someone's been giving him
shooting lessons.

I think there's something wrong
with your hot water heater.

The, uh, showers are on timers,
Mr. Deeks.

You obviously exceeded
the recommended duration.

You might wanna make an exception
in his case.

Really needs it.

For your information, I won
the Hygiene Award in high school.

What kind of school rewards you
for bathing?

I don't know, man.
A sparkly clean one?

Ah, gentlemen.

Eric.

This just in.

All of this footage was shot with helmet
or dashboard mounted cameras.

Four Marines were ambushed.

One escaped, three are still missing.

This doesn't look like Afghanistan.

It's not.

It was recorded just after sunrise
outside of San Diego

on the California-Mexican border.

The Marines were assisting ICE

and Customs and Border patrol
in securing the area.

Now, the fear is that
the Marines either stumbled across

or were specifically targeted
by one of the Mexican cartels

that use the area
to smuggle people, guns, drugs.

Anyone claim responsibility?

Not yet.
We don't even have a definitive motive.

I can think of a few.

Payback, leverage,
prisoner exchange.

You said
one of the Marines escaped?

That would be Corporal Allen Reed.

Lance Corporal Edward Mintoya,
Lance Corporal Shelly Hastings,

and PFC Liam Walker
are still missing.

Since we have ongoing cases
and intimate knowledge of the cartels,

Director Vance
has asked us to get involved

and help to the best of our abilities.

Time is of the essence, Mr. Callen.

Kensi, Deeks, check out the crime
scene. See what you can find out.

Sam and I
will question the Marine that escaped.

We'll also hit our street contacts
who have cartel connections.

See if we can find out
who's behind this.

Um, listen. Uh, can we hold on
a second here, guys?

Here's the thing.
I'm more of a city mouse, yeah?

So maybe we should send
the former Navy SEAL

out into the desert with Kensi, yeah?

It will be good experience for you,
Deeks.

Right, and I'm all for good experiences,
it's just

I don't know if you've noticed or not,
but I've got this ivory complexion,

kind of fair skin,
tend to burn kind of easily

whereas, you know, Sam here...

Well, Sam...

I'm just saying that Sam is clearly
better suited for a tropical climate.

Do tell.

Well, I mean, for starters,

you've got the whole bald-head thing
going on, which is awesome.

And it's gotta be better for,
you know, heat exchange.

Um, and I don't wanna have to
overstate the obvious here,

but you are African-American, yeah?

And Africa is hot.

I'm from Brooklyn, Huckleberry.

Brooklyn.

- Right.
- And we're good.

We will call you guys
if we find anything.

- I meant because I'm...
- No, you are done.

- Norwegian-American.
- One of these days, I'm gonna kill him.

Maybe he grows on you.

So does ringworm.

- Over that way, ma'am.
- Thanks.

Major Orley,
Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.

This is our L.A.P.D. Liaison Officer,
Detective Marty Deeks.

What are we looking at here?

An ambush.
They were close when they hit them.

- The Marine who survived?
- Corporal Reed.

Suffered some minor injuries.
Nothing serious.

He was patched up at the base hospital
before heading to you for questioning.

He doesn't remember
much of anything.

The guy doesn't remember
anything?

You ever been in a firefight,
detective?

- One or two.
- You remember your first one?

Major, we've got something.

We've got one
about half a klick east of you, sir.

It's Corporal Mintoya.

Damn it.

"Now to you we bring the war."

I've got my men working
a hundred yard swath

with Border Patrol
in both directions.

My guess is the cartel's gonna
smuggle them into Mexico

if they haven't already done so.

I'm not so sure, major.

Found SUV tracks
heading in the other direction.

I'm pretty sure they're heading away
from Mexico.

If you'll excuse me.

Did I just get blown off?

Like Ronald McDonald
at a PETA convention.

How certain are you
about your tracks?

- I'd bet your life on it.
- Awesome.

Looks like somebody was being
dragged, which fits the scenario.

You ready to go for a little ride?

On the bikes, Deeks. On the bikes.

I didn't say anything.

Eric, check the archives of
satellite images for the ambush area.

Go back at least a month. Whoever did
this has been planning it for some time.

Check with the other agencies.
See if anybody's picked up any chatter.

They've already been contacted.

Call if you find anything.

Corporal Reed has been given
a clean bill of health.

He's waiting for you at the boatshed
with Nate.

We ran into Nate.
He seemed kind of distant.

Probably just jet lag.

Yeah, we didn't realize
that he'd just gotten back from...

Oh, his assignment, yes.

Which was where again, exactly?

He was in the People's Republic
of None-of-Your-Damn-Business.

That where he learned
how to shoot?

Actually, I gave him a few pointers.

Apparently the People's Republic
of None-of-Your-Damn-Business

can be a dangerous place.

Why are we stopping?

I lost the trail.

- We're lost?
- Oh, relax, nancy.

Oh, you know what?

I'm surprised you got us this far
and I just wanna say nice job.

But if we head back now,
we can beat traffic.

What? Listen,
we've got to face the facts here.

We only have so much gas
and water

and this is the frigging desert.

Hey, Deeks,
we're not in the middle of the Sahara.

Even if we were, my dad taught me
how to survive anywhere

including the desert.

Got them.

They're heading west. See?

An SUV riding low
with a chunk out of the rear right tire.

Wow, nice work, Tonto.
Your dad teach you how to track too?

Track, shoot, fix an engine, play poker,
wire a house.

Basically anything you'd teach a son,
only he didn't have a son, just me.

- So you guys were close then?
- Very. Best friends.

- What about you and your dad?
- Yeah, not so much.

In fact, I'm pretty sure he hates me.

Why would you say that?

Because the last time I saw him
he said, "Marty, I hate you."

Well, even people who love us say
things in anger they don't really mean.

Uh-huh. Then he fired a shotgun
at me. Heh, heh.

Man, I hate Thanksgiving.
Although that was six years ago.

The miserable bastard
could be dead by now.

- I gotta pee.
- Again?

I hydrated for the desert.

All this bouncing around
is hard on my kidneys.

Hurry up, okay?

- Don't peek.
- No.

Deeks.

It's okay, it was just a...
It was a rattlesnake.

It was getting ready to pounce.

Snakes don't pounce, they strike.

Uh-huh.
This one looked like a pouncer.

Listen, I'm sorry about that
but when I was a little kid,

my friend
Darrel Donkins' boa constrictor

tried to strangle me to death
at his eighth-grade birthday party.

Darrell's or the snake's?

See, you think it's funny
but it's not funny, all right?

Paramedics had to use
the Jaws of Life to set me free me.

Made the front page
of the Encino Times.

My mom still has a copy laminated
on the front of her fridge.

- Deeks?
- Yeah?

Your fly's open.

Son of a...

I shouted for the figure
to show himself,

but he took off running.

The next thing I know
we're taking fire from all directions.

I think the blast from the IED
must have knocked me unconscious

because I think I blacked out.

When I came to, the Humvee was
destroyed and everybody was gone.

Not everyone.

Mintoya was found this morning.

He's dead, sir?

I'm afraid so.

Hastings and Walker

are still missing.

- Did you find any of our attackers?
- Not yet.

I swore I got one
with a head shot, sir.

Mintoya was killed with a head shot.

You think I did this?

Did you?

Yes, sir.

I led them into the ambush.

I was in charge.
That makes me responsible, sir.

They should have took me
instead of Hastings.

- I know it's hard.
- You have to find her.

"Her"?

Don't you mean "them"?

You're worried about Hastings
because she's a woman?

Hell no, sir.

She's tougher than Walker
and smarter too.

I'd rather have her
watch my 6 any day.

Then what?

Reed, they're in trouble.

Fellow Marines, your buddies.

Anything you can tell us,

no matter how seemingly insignificant,
can help us.

Is there something else
we should know about?

Hastings is pregnant.

She just found out this morning.

She didn't tell me until we were about
to end our patrol.

No one else in the unit even knows.

Are you the father?

No, sir.

Mintoya was.

Two Marines are missing,

one of whom
was supposedly pregnant,

and the father of her unborn child
is dead.

- You think he's lying?
- What's the more likely scenario?

Mexican drug cartel
ambushes four Marines,

killing one and kidnapping
the other two,

or a love triangle between
fellow Marines leads to murder?

- Where are the bodies?
- He could have buried them.

Okay, if Reed did do this,

why wouldn't he just
shoot Hastings and Walker

and say they died in the firefight?

Well, not being able to find the bodies
lends credence to the kidnapping story

and it takes the suspicions off of Reed
for being the Ione survivor.

I don't know.
He seems genuinely traumatized.

Like a guy who was in a firefight
or a guy who killed three Marines?

- Kensi.
- Find anything?

I'm not even sure
we're going in the right direction.

- You?
- Nothing yet.

We're gonna go find our favorite
snitch J.J., see what he knows.

- Good luck with that.
- How's Deeks?

Pees a lot.

- Ha.
- Let us know if you find anything.

Likewise.

What's the difference
between tar pit and quicksand?

One's tar and the other one's sand?

So how come you never
hear about quicksand anymore?

- What are you talking about?
- It used to be everywhere.

Tarzan, Gilligan,
even the Six Million Dollar Man

used to get caught in it
sooner or later.

Is this what you do
when people are sleeping?

- You're up thinking about quicksand?
J. J: Smoke weed?

Got three for 15.

Welcome to the tar pits,
ladies and gentlemen.

You smoke weed, man?

Got three for 15.

Yeah, for eight. You smoke?

Fifteen bucks.

Yo, J.J.

Don't run.

I clearly said, don't run.

He did.

I think I broke my back.

It's impossible.
You'd have to have a spine.

A Mexican cartel may have
kidnapped Marines along the border.

- What do you know about it?
J. J: Nothing.

- I swear. I'm legit now.
- Mm-hm.

I'll bet these
medical marijuana cards aren't.

J.J., I need a name.

No?

Okay. Throw him in the tar pit.

You wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't. He might.

In fact, he would.

Okay, okay, okay.

I got a name.

Emilio Ortega.

Nice try.

Ortega and his bodyguard
got blown up last week.

That's right.

And when he got killed, everybody
started scrambling to fill his spot.

Only one guy is coming out on top.

Torres.

- Memo Torres?
- No, Shecky Torres.

Of course Memo Torres.

You didn't hear it from me.

I catch you selling anything
on the street but Star Maps,

I'm not even calling L.A.P.D.
I will run you over with my car.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

- Get the hell out of here.
J. J: Okay.

- Okay, man.
- Move it.

Okay, I'm moving. I'm moving.

What the hell is Memo Torres
doing kidnapping Marines?

Maybe he's flexing his muscle.

Show the other cartels
how badass he is.

I wish there was another way
to do this.

You and me both.

Nate, I read your report
on Corporal Reed.

- How's he doing?
- He's afraid.

For his fellow Marines?

For himself.

I don't follow.

There are worse things than death
for a Marine.

So he's questioning his actions.

I suppose we all must
from time to time.

People worry too much
about making the wrong choices,

when what they should
really worry about is not making any.

You could at least try
to be a little more subtle, Hetty.

I am a psychologist, remember?

Yes, and a good one at that.

Is patronizing me
part of your plan too?

Is that what you think?

You can't answer my question
with a question.

- According to whose rules?
- That's another question.

More a query for clarification,
don't you think?

That's still a question.

Clearly you need more time.

Yes.

Yes, you need more time?

No.

Yes, I wanna go back.

That's not a decision
to be made lightly.

Have you told the others?

No.

I'd appreciate it
if you wouldn't say anything

until I've had a chance to speak
with them myself.

- What are you doing?
- I need to activate a former alias.

Oh, no. NLV. NLV.

"No longer viable."
Tyrell Ellis was compromised.

I know.
I was Tyrell Ellis, remember?

I do remember.

I also remember you were nearly killed
before we got you out.

My cover was never blown.

I spent seven months undercover
working Memo Torres

while he was still a cartel underling.

Now he's the man.

That means he's the fastest route
to finding those missing Marines.

And the only one who can get
to Torres right now is in this box.

The man in this box
has a price on his head.

- Why don't you just arrest Torres?
- We don't have anything on him.

We yank him in off the streets

and we blow any chance of ever
going back under in his organization.

Plus, Memo hates cops of any kind.

He'll be lawyered up
as soon as we bring him in

and we may never find those
missing Marines, Hetty.

Oh, Mr. Callen, could you please talk
some sense to your partner?

What, like that's ever worked?

Admittedly, putting Sam on the streets
as Tyrell Ellis is not without risks.

Memo Torres is behind this.

Reactivating Tyrell Ellis
is the only way to find him.

It's our only bet, Hetty,
and you know it.

I don't like it.

You're gonna play this one cool,
right?

Yep.

What's the safe word?

Headlock.

Really?

How do you use headlock
in a sentence?

I wasn't planning on using it.

- Yo.
- Eric.

- Yeah.
- I'm sending some photos to you.

I need you to identify the players.
Also, check the cameras in the area.

Wanna know who's been coming out
of here last two months.

You got it, G. I'm on it.

Thanks.

Tyrell Ellis.

Rumor is you're the big boss

now that Emilio Ortega
got himself blown up.

- I heard another rumor.
- Yeah?

You ratted out Lil Deon and
now he's somebody's girl up in Chino.

You heard wrong. About me.

Wouldn't surprise me with Deon.

I'm just happy to hear he's in
a steady relationship.

How is it that you managed to vanish
right before your boss got pinched?

I'm good like that.

Tyrell Ellis. I'm a survivor, baby.

- I moved my operation to Florida.
- I didn't hear that.

You wasn't supposed to.

You should have stayed down there,

survivor.

I'm not here by choice.

Miami makes L.A.
Iook like a trailer park.

Unfortunately,
you and I got personal business.

The only business I got with you
is deciding where I'm gonna bury you.

Look, why don't you save
the tough guy routine, Memo.

When you was dealing dime bags
to school kids,

I was putting members of
my new crew in key positions with ICE,

Border Patrol, even the military.

I was this close to establishing a safe
and permanent trade corridor

until you screwed it up
by kidnapping a bunch of Marines.

I don't know
what the hell you're talking about.

Hetty?

Director Vance
would appreciate an update.

He'd appreciate an update
or he asked for an update?

Oh, Mr. Callen, just tell me.
What the hell is going on?

Sam's still talking
to his former contact.

Well, the fact that I haven't
heard anything on the police scanner

indicates he's still alive.

Relax. We're all good, Hetty.

Sam knows he has to play this one
extra cool.

Uh, here he comes.
I'll call you right back.

Mr. Callen.

Would that be considered
a headlock?

Don't even.

You and I have a very different idea
of what playing it cool means.

We should be coming
to an old fire road.

They can follow the 79
and continue north.

Or they can take the 78
and head into Arizona.

Where are they going?

I don't know, but I hope to hell
it's got air conditioning.

I can't believe people do this for fun.

You look rugged, Deeks.

I wouldn't make you
for a four-star hotel camper.

My idea of roughing it
is being at a pool without a cabana.

- Wait, you think I look rugged?
- Yeah.

Like Malibu Ken.
He's not anatomically correct either.

Awesome.

- Naval Criminal what?
- Naval Criminal Investigative Service.

I'm not in the Navy, stupid.
So you gotta let me go.

Our mistake.

Sit down, stupid.

I want my lawyer.
I know my Miranda Rights.

Miranda? Who's Miranda?

Sam, you know any Miranda?

I know a Melinda in Accounting,
redhead, freckles.

Stop jerking me around.

Oh, I'm not jerking you around.
You familiar with the PATRIOT Act?

Of course you're not.
Here's the thing.

What you did was not only murder,
attempted murder and kidnapping,

but because it was against
Marines on active duty,

that's domestic terrorism.

Oops.

I didn't do anything.
I'm a businessman.

I sell rims.

How are you
at making license plates?

Hey, guys.

What about my phone call?
What about my call?

Only thing they found
in Memo's shop

was a couple of unregistered
handguns and some cash.

No drugs, no contraband.
We've got nothing.

Except for where he tried to kill me.

Not to mention
how much he's overcharging for rims.

Eric's still sifting through
the surveillance footage.

These are all the usual suspects,
save for this one.

Donald Wexling of Wexling-Goring.

He's a multimillion-dollar
textile manufacturer.

What does he want with Memo?

Maybe he's getting spinners
for the limo.

- He's got a nasty drug habit?
- Wexling is a patron of the arts.

He sits on a number of boards.
His wife is involved in the charities.

Last thing he's gonna want
is a very public drug conviction.

My bet is that if you lean on Wexling,

he'll give up Memo
to keep this on the down low.

Don't say "down low."

Soon as we have
something on Memo,

we'll twist him for info
on the Marines.

Have Eric find anything he can
on Wexling.

Addresses, bank accounts,
boxers or briefs.

Eric, I think we've got something.

There's our guy.

Mr. Wexling.

Federal agents.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.

What sort of questions?

Questions about your relationship
with Guillermo Torres.

You know he's a drug dealer
with ties to the Mexican cartels?

Of course.

You do?

If Memo didn't have connections
with the cartels,

I wouldn't be dealing with him,
trust me.

But I have textile manufacturing
and administrative facilities in Mexico

and I need to keep my people
and my assets safe.

You're paying him extortion money?

We call it foreign business dues,
but yes.

Memo handles my protection funds
which prevent my employees

from being kidnapped and my factories
from being burned to the ground.

You realize when a man
of your stature pays Torres,

you're essentially
sanctioning racketeering.

Payoff money is the cost
of doing business south of the border

or anywhere else, for that matter,
this country included.

Our own government
pays off foreign diplomats.

I'm sure the government
will be interested in hearing about

your relationship with Memo Torres.

You mean
my Mexican security advisor?

I didn't build
a multimillion-dollar business

by making stupid mistakes.

If you and the other agencies
weren't losing the drug war,

I wouldn't have to pay off
the damn cartels.

So instead of hassling me,

maybe you two should be doing
something worthwhile.

If you'll excuse me.

If you have any other questions, you
can ask them through my attorneys.

Well, nice enough guy.

Yeah.

Kensi and Deeks found something
35 miles from the Mexican border.

- Patch us through.
- Gonna move in for a closer look.

No, Kensi.

- We've got them.
- They're both injured.

- How many shooters, Kensi?
- I see three.

- They're taking them to the truck.
- Okay.

Eric, we gotta get out of here.
They're moving them out.

- Eric, I need a lift out of here now.
- Yeah, I'm on it.

Come on, move it.

You hear that, Quinn?

Thompson, get them
out of here. Evans, with me.

Can't this thing go any faster?

Should have let you drive.

In the truck. Move.

- Who are you?
- NCIS. You guys okay?

- Yeah.
- I'm okay.

Someone's coming.
Come on, move.

Move. Move, move, move.

Come on, Walker. Get down there.

Deeks.

Deeks.

We've got a problem.

- What kind of problem?
- Thompson's down.

The hostages have escaped.

Go find them. Make sure he's dead.

What the hell happened?

I got jumped from behind.

- Someone's helping them.
- They couldn't have gotten far.

Spread out. Find them.

Behind you!

Did you miss me?

- Where have you been?
- They killed my bike.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Save your ammo.

Marine.

- Eric, they've got us pinned down.
- Copy that, help is on the way.

How you doing, Marine?

- I'm fine, ma'am.
- He needs a doctor.

What happened to
Mintoya and Reed?

Reed got away.

I'm afraid Mintoya's dead.

I'm really sorry.

Any idea on how to get us
out of here, Tonto?

I'm thinking. I'm thinking.

Why do I keep seeing the ending

of Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid?

Screw this.
I'm gonna light these bastards up.

Lieutenant, how much longer?

We have a visual in ten mikes, sir.

They may not have ten minutes.

What do you think
they're waiting for?

I don't know.

- They have a grenade launcher.
- What?

They have a grenade launcher?

That's so much worse than the ending
of Butch and Sundance.

- That SUV might be our only chance.
- What if there's no keys in it?

We hotwire it.

Oh, come on. Please don't tell me
you can't hotwire a car.

I'm a cop, all right?
We stop people from doing that.

What? I'm sorry if my father
didn't spend the weekends

teaching me to be Jason Bourne.

All right, you know what?
I'll draw their fire.

- You make a run for the SUV.
- Marines, you ready?

- Oorah, ma'am.
- Oorah.

Deeks.

- Go, go, go!
- Move!

Got your front.

Go!

Shooter

- Are you okay?
- Oorah, sir.

Clear over here.

- Kensi.
- I'm good.

- Sam.
- We're good.

Hold up.

I'm good too.
Just in case anybody cares.

Call it, we're clear.

Easy.

- Well done, Marine.
- Thank you, sir.

These guys
look like cartel members to you?

- They look like mercs.
- Check the last number dialed.

Donald Wexling.

Who's Donald Wexling?

He's the man that paid for all this.

What's that? Why am I even here?

It's a satellite phone with several
saved messages from you.

Found it on one of your mercenaries
that you hired to kidnap the Marines.

I would like my attorney
to be present.

Just one?

You're gonna need a whole team.

We've got proof you paid to have
U.S. Marines kidnapped and killed.

So, what was the plan, Mr. Wexling?

Suck the U.S. Military into a war
with the Mexican drug cartel

just to try and solve your business
problems south of the border?

We go into Afghanistan,
we go into Iraq to weed out terrorists,

and yet we let them run rampant
in our own backyard.

Explain that to me.

We're not political analysts,
Mr. Wexling.

We just arrest the bad guys.

- And that is everything.
- Oh.

- What's in the box?
- Uh, junk, mostly.

My coffee mugs, some books.

Perhaps you should leave them
with me.

I can take care of it until you return.

The others will be back soon.

I've still got some packing to do,

some things to square away
in my apartment.

Besides, it's not like
I'm never gonna see them again, right?

This is my chance to make a real
difference and do my part over there.

I just wanna thank you

for all the opportunities
you've given me

and all the things you've taught me.

You're an important part of this team
and you always will be.

Come here. Take care of yourself.

Trust your instincts.
They've brought you this far.

Keep your wits sharp, your heart open,
and your gun loaded.

I will.

Goodbye, Hetty.

Until the next time, Mr. Getz.

Used to know
this guy named Shaba.

He's got a food truck
in Zarnegar Park

across from the tomb
of Abdur Rahman Khan.

The kabobs suck,

but Shaba can get you
just about anything you need.

Just tell him you're a friend of Yurik.

Yurik?

It sounded cool at the time.