NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Stand-off - full transcript

MAN 1: Excuse me.
MAN 2: Hey.

[MUMBLING INDISTINCTLY]

[ALL CLAMORING]
[GUN COCKS]

Back inside, go.

Go! Go!

Everybody on the floor.

Don't be a hero.

DEEKS:
Watch me close, watch me close.

Choose the two or the three,
you lose.

Choose the queen, win some green.

All right, fifth time's a charm.



- Man.
DEEKS: Sorry, son,

you picked the wrong one.

Hey, Dr. Seuss, keep it down.

What? The kid is nice.

Kid is corny.

Deeks is flimflamming
the support staff.

No, no, what I found
was an entry point to a drug ring

through a low-level thug
with a gambling problem.

And what I'm doing is sharpening
my skill set to set the trap.

Because you gotta captivate
the mark's eyes and ears

with what you're doing
with your mouth

but also with your hands.

Captivate, not irritate.

I'm game.



Oh. Money on the wood
makes the bet go good.

Money out of sight, take a hike.

KENSl: This I gotta see.
- Uncle Marty throws them fast.

Uncle Marty here to last.

Uncle Marty?

Beyond creepy.

What you got?

Ooh.

Okay, okay, beginner's luck.
That's fine.

You know, I'm feeling lucky.
Double or nothing.

DEEKS:
Double or...

You wanna...

All right, let's do it.

Okay, no, no, no. I want in on this.

Let's see, we have one, two...

You know what? Just all in.

You wanna bet all that?

Because that's a lot of twenties.

All right, okay.

You know what? Let's do it. Ho!

Coming at you hard
and I'm coming at you fast.

Uncle Marty bringing the hurt.
Uncle Marty about to take your shirt.

What you got? Hm?

You sure?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes, it is.

- Thank you.
KENSl: Who is the loser?

Who is the loser?
Are you the loser?

DEEKS: I threw it to the...
How did you not know that...?

You may wanna try hustling upstairs
instead of each other.

There's a situation downtown.

And I don't appreciate you coercing
Miss Jones into your shenanigans.

X-ray was her idea.

Uh-huh.

Oh. All right, all right, yeah.
Yeah, joke's over.

I need the money back
because everybody's in on this but me,

which makes it super not awesome.

[BLOWS THEN GRUNTS]

The kid is nice indeed.

[REPORTER SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON TV]

- What are we looking at, Eric?
- Looks like a protest situation

at a Navy recruitment center
downtown.

Human barricade.

Protest turned into
a hostage situation.

Oh, here come the sharks.

REPORTER:recruitment center
downtown hostage.

I think that we see the SWAT team
is now just getting into...

SAM: What do we know about the guy
who took the hostages?

ERIC:
Not a guy, a woman.

- You know her?
- You could say that.

The woman has just been identified
as a Tracy Keller,

a Valley Village soccer mom.

The number of hostages
is still unclear.

Oh, this is weird.
According to the military database,

there's no Tracy Keller
listed as next of kin.

That's because the name is an alias.

An alias for who?

My ex-wife.

We were in the CIA.

We went undercover
as husband and wife.

Anything we should know?

She's smart.

Not just good grades,
I mean other-level intelligence.

IQ's over 140.

Mm. Not that smart.

She must have missed
the Sniper Awareness course.

KENSl:
Yeah, Nell's right.

She's putting herself at risk
of a sniper's bullet

with all that window gawking.

Almost like she's posing
for the cameras.

She seems way too hot for you.

What? I'm just saying.

SAM: You keep in touch?
- No.

She retired, last I heard.
That was five years ago.

Undercover agents don't retire,
they just go deeper.

You guys ever consider
putting a bell around her neck?

Many people have tried, Mr. Deeks.

[WHISPERS] How does she hear that?
- Shh.

Question is,
if she retired five years ago,

why is she using her old alias?

CALLEN: Because that's
a Navy recruitment center

and somehow she's figured out
I'm NCIS.

She's trying to contact me.

Or she's taken
a recruitment center hostage.

No, Tracy Keller was her alias
only when we went undercover.

[CHATTERING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

She looks like she's running away
from home.

- You got this?
- I'm good.

[GRUNTS]

Don't take candy
from any strangers.

So Tracy Keller.

What's her real name?

I only knew her as Tracy.

- What happened between you two?
- Long story.

Give me the short version.

If she wasn't central to this case,
I'd let it go,

but since she is, I need to know.

Let's say she's the kind of person that
chooses the mission over her partner.

Well, let me get the lay of the land,
see what I can dig up.

Maybe Uncle Marty can hustle
L.A.P.D. Into letting us take over.

I'll take Kensi.

I just need to get some
of that money back that l...

KENSl: Ha-ha-ha.
SAM: Never gonna happen.

What do you want, Deeks?
I'm busy with a situation.

This is Agent Callen, NCIS.

My men are already in position.

I may have some inside information
on the suspect.

- At least let me make first contact.
- Well, she's not communicating.

As soon as I get the orders,
we're going to breach.

You got ten minutes.

If you're still in there when we breach,
I'm not responsible.

Done.

DEEKS:
I owe you.

Yep.

What'd you say to him?

There's this rule about not dating
the captain's daughter.

- He broke it.
- All over the captain's desk.

KENSl: Hey.
CALLEN: Hey.

Tough perimeter to enforce.
Plenty of holes if we wanna get in.

No need.

Deeks came through.

- The kid is nice.
- Condescension noted.

[CHUCKLES]

It's for her protection, not mine.

I'm still upset over her getting the dog
in the settlement.

What's the distress word?

Buddy.

I always loved that dog.

- You ready, Eric?
ERIC: Ready.

Nell?

I'm good.

Here we go.

- Three.
- Two.

One.

MAN: What?
CAMERAMAN: Wait, we lost the signal.

WOMAN:
Looks like we're down, you guys.

You got 30 seconds
till they're back online again.

Camera phones in the crowd?

Too far away for anyone
to get a high-res image.

Well done, Mr. Beale.

You too, Miss Jones.

[DOOR OPENS]

Still fashionably late, I see.

Hello, Tracy.

Callen.

You look good.

Having a shotgun pointed at me
tends to bring out my natural glow.

Sorry.

Had to make sure.

- I haven't seen you since...
- Uzbekistan.

Heard you retired.

Sort of.

Did a stint with the Bureau.

Now I'm in the private sector.

So all this to get my attention.

Why didn't you just call? Text?

Oh, texting is so last week.

And hostage situations
are all the rage?

Well, given my current situation,

it was the only way I knew
how to contact you.

What situation?

Whatever happened to us, huh?
We used to be great together.

My meticulous planning
paired with your gift of improvisation.

We were unbeatable.

I absolutely agree. Heh.

We were great
till you hung me out to dry.

You never let me explain.

CALLEN:
Explain what?

It was a crappy thing
to do to your partner.

To me.

I don't quite remember it that way.

Regardless...

I need your help.

Whenever you're ready.

You have to know
I didn't have a choice.

- They're hunting me.
- Who?

The United Brotherhood Party.

They chased me in here.

The white supremacists?

I'm gonna need your earwig
and your cell phone.

Don't do it, G.

Kensi, Deeks, we're blind.

I'm setting up the laser mike now.

Just so you know,
my boss is gonna bill you for that.

I was working undercover,

trying to recoup a shipment of stolen
Spike missiles from the Brotherhood.

The plan went awry
and they're trying to kill me.

- Undercover for who?
- Like I said, private sector.

Why don't you just call your people?
Have them bring you in from the cold?

TRACY: Because right now,
I'm not sure who I can trust.

And you think you can trust me?

I could always trust you, Callen.

Yeah.

That's me.

Trustworthy.

I'm sorry I can't say the same.

I'm gonna need something
a little more tangible.

There's a warehouse.
Fourth and Hill.

Dead Brotherhood member
shot twice in the chest.

That should be tangible
enough, huh?

[PHONE RINGING]

- Go.
CALLEN: Sam, there's a body.

Fourth and Hill,
Kensi and Deeks are on the way.

G, you trust her?

I'm not sure.

Oh.

What happened at the warehouse?

I was following up a lead.

Next thing I knew, bullets were flying.
Had to shoot my way out.

You used to be a better shot.

Back in the day, they'd all be dead.

Back in the day,
I used to have a partner

I could depend on to have my back.

So how far do you think Callen
and this Tracy lady

took their whole
"pretending to be married" thing?

I don't know, use your imagination.

On second thought, don't.

Mm. Too late.

Wait, so just out of curiosity,

unh, what happened
to your last partner?

He met an unfortunate end.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Go.

- How many partners have you had?
- Why?

You know, just wondering.

I'm just wondering if you're like
the Elizabeth Taylor of partners.

- Deeks.
- What?

- Focus.
- Well, I'm trying.

I have the right to know if you got, like,
partner poison or something, right?

I mean, do they call you
"Kiss of Death" Kensi,

or "Bad Luck" Blye,
or, I don't know, a widow-maker?

Dead guy, Deeks.

See, that's not funny.

Not you, you idiot.

Oh, hey, yeah, dead guy.

Well-dressed dead guy.

Reminds me more of the guy
that denied me a Jet Ski loan

than a white supremacist.

It's because he's not.

He's FBI.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Yeah.
- Callen, we've got a body here.

Took two center-mass, but he's not
a member of the Brotherhood.

He's FBI.

Special Agent Rick Timmons.

Okay, thanks.

Did they find the body?

Just like you said.

[SIGHS]

Except he wasn't a white supremacist,
he was FBI.

Agent Rick Timmons?

Tell me you didn't know he was FBI.

I didn't know. Not for sure.

If you want my help,
I need the truth now.

Three weeks ago,
my ex-partner at the FBI

was killed in a shoot-out
while investigating the Brotherhood.

Now the Bureau says they don't have
enough evidence to charge anyone.

What, so you're doing
your own private-sector investigation?

We were partners.

Just partners?

It's been a long time
since I let anyone get that close.

What, you don't believe me?

I saw the surveillance footage.

- You weren't followed.
- You don't know that for sure.

You have to help me get out of here.

I can take you to our safe house,
discuss your options.

- It won't work. They'll find me there.
- Take it or leave it.

- I guess I'll leave it.
- I guess I can't help you.

[GUN COCKS]

If I step foot outside, they'll kill me.

Please, Callen.

Okay.

I'll stay.

Let the hostages go.

SAM:
Got the floor plans, Eric, thanks.

MAN:
Are you NCIS?

Agent John White, FBI.

Sam Hanna. FBI taking over?

It's a federal building,
but L.A.P.D.'s in place.

We don't wanna open any windows
during the transition.

- I've got a man in there.
- You wanna tell me how?

Our guy worked with her once.

You missing any of your agents?

As a matter of fact.

We found a body four blocks
from here with FBI credentials.

WHITE:
That's Agent Timmons.

His wife just had a kid.

Woman inside
says she shot him in self-defense.

Wanna tell me what this is about?

Her real name's Tracy Rosetti.

Former FBI.

We're pretty sure she's connected
with an arms dealer on the watch list,

James Thomas Mason.

This is a delicate situation,
Agent Hanna.

- We can't afford to screw it up.
WOMAN: Here they come.

[CROWD CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]

My guy managed
the release of the hostages.

I'll take that kind
of screwup any day.

I'm gonna suggest we breach.

I'll give you a heads-up
so you can get your man out.

Appreciate it.

- Who's the suit?
SAM: FBI.

G is running out of time.

That was awesome.
I wasn't even sure it would work.

We make a good team.

You two can rest
on your laurels later.

What have you got
on the arms dealer Mason?

James Thomas Mason,
international arms dealer.

Suspected involvement
in the Tuareg Rebellion in '07,

Andean diplomatic crisis in '08,

and for arming both sides
of the Mexican drug war.

He entered the country three days ago,
but Homeland lost his tail shortly after.

- Well, assist Homeland in finding him.
- I'm on it.

What did you find
on the Spike missiles?

Mason is rumored to be responsible
for a shipment of Spike missiles

that were hijacked from China Lake.

It's the smallest guided missile
in the world, but it packs a big punch.

Easy to deploy and versatile.

A gunner at a remote location

can switch targets or abort an attack
while the missile is in flight.

ERIC: Each missile uses
a computer-coded SIM card

to program targeting,

making the missiles accurate
to within inches.

In the wrong hands...

Callen and Sam
getting this information?

Streaming live
to their smart phones.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

There's an L.A.P.D. SWAT team
out there ready to take you out.

It can't be worse
than what's already out there.

- What are they waiting for?
- Me.

I'm giving you
the benefit of the doubt.

For now.

Just like old times, huh?

Me, you and...

What was the name of that mangy
old dog you loved so much?

[TRACY GASPS]
[BOTH GRUNT]

SAM: Kensi, Deeks,
shooter on the roof opposite.

Take the front.

Eric, I need a back door
out of here fast.

Buddy. His name was Buddy.

Uh, FYI, SWAT is breaching.

- Callen?
- Got it.

We gotta move fast.

Unh. Federal agent.

He's L.A.P.D.

You killed a cop.

OFFICER: Back up!
- Back up.

OFFICER: Back up!
DEEKS: Take it easy.

Easy, guys, guys, calm down,
settle down.

Screw you, Deeks.
Your buddy shot one of ours.

I did not shoot this guy.

- Are we good?
- I'm good.

They're the ones with the problem.

Powder burns. Come here.

Tissue damage from perforations
of unburned grains of gunpowder.

This guy was shot at close range.

I was at least 50 meters
when I took the shot.

Took the shot from there.

I missed.

The shooter got away.

I didn't shoot your man, guys.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Target not
acquired. There's no one in there, sir.

What do you mean,
no one's in there?

She's gone, sir.

- I thought your guy was good.
- I never said that.

He thinks he's good.
He's really not.

As soon as you hear from him,
call me.

- If he's still alive.
- Will do.

SAM:
Nice move.

Run into any resistance?

Just from her.

A little reluctant
to give up her weapons.

SAM:
You sure know how to pick them.

She was right about one thing.
Somebody wants to take her out.

How do you wanna handle it?

Like a hostile divorce hearing.

Last chance,
you either tell us everything

or we turn you over to the FBI.

I already told you everything.
And I want my stuff back.

You know,
for a person with such a high IQ,

you're not being very smart.

Have it your way.

Sam, call Agent White.

Tell him where he can find her.

Wait.

The FBI was running
an undercover sting

based on a tip that they received.

But it was bigger
than anyone realized.

The Brotherhood tried to buy
stolen Spike missiles

from an arms dealer.

James Thomas Mason.

Mason acquired the Spikes,

but he didn't have the computer-coded
SIM cards needed to activate them.

Without the SIM cards,
the Spikes are useless.

With them, they're worth millions.

The agents running the sting
pulled some strings

to get the missing SIM cards.

Plan was to sell them to Mason
and retire with the money.

How many agents
are we talking about?

- At least three.
- And you know this how, Tracy?

You know me.

I will stay here all night.

One of the agents
was Walter Stone.

My ex-partner.

He engineered the whole thing.

CALLEN: Why didn't you tell us this?
DEEKS: Hence the ten-year rule.

KENSl:
Hm?

You should know your partner for at
least ten years prior to marrying them.

TRACY:
Why would I do that?

You date me for a decade,
you deserve my hand in marriage.

TRACY:
I'm not sure what to make of it.

That sounds so much more
like a punishment than a reward.

TRACY:
It all happened so fast.

Did it just slip your mind
to mention that your FBI boyfriend

was involved in an illegal arms deal?

Hey, I was trying
to figure things out.

I know how this looks.

I just needed time to think.

Where are the SIM cards now?

Walter had them.

I found them in a warehouse
they used as a meeting place.

As I was leaving, I was attacked
and I had to shoot my way out.

I didn't know who to trust
so I turned to you.

Need the names.

All night, Tracy.

Agent John White.

He was the one who shut down
the investigation into Walter's death.

You got proof?

[SCOFFS]

My word isn't good enough for you?

White needs the SIM cards
to complete the arms deal.

Where are they, Tracy?

They're in a safe place.

They're the last bargaining chip
I have, Callen.

If White needs the SIM cards
to complete the deal,

why try to kill the one person
who knows where they are?

Assuming she's telling the truth,
White either found the SIM cards

or he panicked, tried to take her out
before she started talking.

- Hey, you guys got a moment?
- Little busy, Eric.

You're gonna wanna see this.

I grabbed the security footage
off a database

that you guys
are better off not knowing about.

Taken from the roof
opposite the recruitment center.

KENSl:
That's the L.A.P.D. Sniper.

- It's Agent White.
- She was telling the truth.

That'd be a first.

Guys, hang on.
White doesn't know we're onto him.

We need to draw him out.

The code cards get us White.

White gets us Mason,
the arms dealer.

Mason gets us the missiles.

[DOOR OPENS]

Let's say we buy your story...

You have proof.

Surveillance cameras.

You're going to contact White.

Tell him you have the code cards
and you wanna make a deal.

Convince him you gave us the slip.

Done.

Then you're gonna tell us
where the cards really are.

[SINGING]
I've been lonely

[SINGING CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]

[SINGING CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]

[SINGING CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]

What is she singing?

Our wedding song.

Lee Williams & the Cymbals.

You got married
to Lee Williams & the Cymbals?

Hey, it was a fake wedding, okay?

Getting pretty sunny out here.

- You want me to, uh...?
- You can't put any sunscreen on me.

How did you...?

KENSl:
Guys, heads up. Here comes White.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

You miked?

No.

DEEKS:
Wow.

I usually only get to frisk, like,
meth heads and dirty hookers.

Been going over this thing
in my head.

WHITE:
Get in the water.

Now.

[STATIC CRACKLING
OVER RADIO]

There goes our mike.

Yeah, but her hotness meter
just went up like a bajillion points.

Do we have a laser mike?

SAM [OVER RADIO]:
It wouldn't work.

Too much distortion
from the crashing waves.

CALLEN [OVER RADIO]:
Kensi, can you read them?

I lost the visual.

I'm moving in.

You and Timmons killed Walter
so you could keep the money.

It's an interesting theory.

Actually, Timmons was next.

You took care of that for me.

It's too bad Walter never told you
where we were meeting Mason.

You could have retired in comfort.

Where are the damn codes?

SAM: Federal agent.
- Unh!

No!

[GROANS]

What the hell, Tracy?

He killed an FBI agent and a cop.

The world's a better place.

I disarmed him.
There was no threat.

Walter said he always carried
a backup in an ankle holster.

You can believe what you want
but he was going for that gun.

You're wrong.

With White dead, there goes
our meeting with the arms dealer.

Maybe not.

Here. San Pedro
Container Yard, 3:00.

We've got an hour
to recover those missiles

before they figure out how to use them
on some federal building.

- We'd better hurry.
- Now that's the man I married.

- What do you have in mind?
- We go in as Walter and Tracy.

How do we know Mason
hasn't seen these guys?

Walter said Mason was unpredictable.
He didn't trust anyone.

Identity was a concern so they handled
all communication electronically.

It's a risk we're gonna have to take.

Works for me.

Not you.

Just like old times.

KENSl: Service road from the south
is the likeliest entry point.

It runs parallel
through the entire property.

DEEKS:
Okay, fanning out from the east

is gonna give us the best shot
to cover the road.

[KENSI SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

DEEKS:
It's fully operational.

Testing.

Testing.

TRACY:
Care to help a girl out?

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

SAM: The coded SIM cards that arm
the missiles were where Tracy said.

Impressive.

Now we just have to keep them out
of Mason's hands.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Is he gonna be okay?

You worry about Deeks. G's cool.

What?

I'm cool too.

I appreciate you
trusting me back there.

That's what partners do.

I never stopped caring.

I tried to reach you.

You never let me explain.

You made it pretty clear
where your head and heart were at.

I was young.

Ambitious.

I made a mistake.

One that I regret.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Remember when we used to talk
about getting away from it all?

Just you and me
on some remote island.

Buddy hated the beach.

Mason knows his stuff.
Restricted airspace.

No surveillance.
It's a virtual blind spot.

He's sure to have
heavy-duty muscle backing him up.

He'll want to verify the codes work.

Which means the missiles
will be someplace close.

Nobody makes a move
until we've confirmed he's got them.

We good?

CALLEN:
Let's go, Tracy.

- How are we looking, Sam?
- A lot of blind spots.

I'm gonna have to reposition
to get a line of sight.

[GRUNTS]

Kensi, Deeks, see if you can get
a bead on the Spike missiles.

Roger that.

Heads up, we have company.

Expecting trouble?

You're the one
who brought the backup.

Yeah, well, you never know
who you can trust these days.

Still, it never ceases to amaze me
that when meeting an arms dealer,

people invariably bring arms.

James Thomas Mason.

Agent White not joining?

He's tying up a few loose ends
at the Bureau.

We have the SIM cards.

Down to business. I like that.

May I?

I'd like to, uh, kick the tires,
so to speak, if you don't mind.

Be my guest.

Cheers.

[BEEPS]

The money transfer?

Easy.

A bunch of blinking lights
doesn't mean this thing actually works.

Give me a minute to find out.

- Nice coveralls.
- Psst.

DEEKS:
Yo, Johnny.

I'm here to show you this card trick
that Charlie just showed me.

- No Johnny here.
- He's supposed to be.

Anyway, I'll show you how.
It's amazing.

[GRUNTS]

Federal agent.

Shut it down.

Shut it down.
Put your hands behind your head.

Sam, we've got the missiles.

SAM [OVER RADIO]:
Okay, Kensi, stand by.

MASON:
I wanna give this a real test.

[POWERING UP]

[CHUCKLES]

[GUN BEEPING]

KENSI [OVER RADIO]:
Sam, what's going on?

SAM:
I'm okay, hold your position.

[LAUGHING]

MASON:
Did you see that?

The container on either side
are barely charred.

- The target's vaporized.
- You happy?

Or would you like to do
another test?

Quite happy.

I do hope Agent White
is able to tie up his loose ends.

There you go.

Money transferred
to the agreed account.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Likewise.

You two make a cute couple.

Oh, uh...

Let's just try one more, shall we?

We switched out the SIM card
for fake ones.

MASON:
Oh, dear.

There seems to be a malfunction.

I'm disappointed.

Federal agent.

[GROANS]

CALLEN:
Let's go.

[GRUNTING]

Federal agents. Stop the car.

Tires or driver?

Tires.

SAM:
Out of the car.

Put your hands behind your back.

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

So, what happens now?

We try and recover the money.

Offshore account,
good luck with that.

You have to let me walk away.

You know I can't do that.

Come on, you got the missiles.

I got closure.

Not a bad settlement.

I let you walk out of my life once.

You owe me.

I can't wait to hear Hetty's debriefing
on this one.

Never vacationed in the Caymans.
Always working.

Working now?

Afraid so.

How?

White's cell phone.

The one you took off his body.

We dusted it for prints.

White's weren't on them,
yours were.

You switched them.

We've been tracking you
since you left the scene.

Just needed enough time
for you to clear the cash.

You know,

I never did apologize
for what happened.

Forget about it.

When we tripped that alarm
and you offered to hold the guards off,

- I thought we were on the same page.
- So did I.

Why do you think I searched for you?
I went in worried you were dead.

Imagine my surprise to find you
at the safe house, sipping tea.

We knew that mission
was bigger than either one of us.

Not for me, it wasn't.

I never would have left you.

- It was the only way.
- No, there's always another way.

I guess that's the difference
between you and me.

You know,

we could start over.

- My real name is...
MAN: Rosetti.

Nice boat.

Didn't think I'd keep my partner

from a free trip to the Cayman Islands,
did you?

CALLEN:
Ah...