NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 1 - Endgame - full transcript
The LAPD releases G after an overnight stay in jail; Sam meets him; the two exchange words; G leaves in a taxicab with a tail. At the boatshed Kensi and Deeks talk with Atley, who describes certain matters, including an insurance policy nearby; while Sam watches, an Iranian briefly chats up G, who soon walks away; another Iranian approaches Hetty, but she brushes him off; later G sees the two Iranians together, and he makes a deal with them; the CIA demands an immediate arrest of G; Granger asks Nell for a warrant for both murder and treason; Deeks picks up an item from a bank, company pursues, and fireworks ensue; Deeks drops a briefcase, and an Iranian picks it up; Eric snoops and produces; the Iranians beat and question G; Sam, Kensi, and Deeks make a road trip and take a passenger; the team make another swap; Sam hands G's badge and piece back to him; Hetty returns to her office, and Granger returns her resignation; the two of them chat about their "audacious plan".
Help me!
His name is Marcel Janvier.
He is holding Kelvin Atley.
We need to get Atley back
before he compromises
our man in Tehran.
Code name: Cherokee.
Do you play chess, Agent Callen?
A little.
My move.
He killed our people!
Our people!
Who's our mystery man?
Naseem Vaziri.
He's Iranian.
What if Atley
already told Janvier
the name of the asset in Iran?
Cherokee gets compromised.
- And that's the price we pay.
- No.
No, this is not happening.
♪ NCIS: LA 4x01 ♪
Endgame
Original air date on September 25, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Please have
all the transport prisoners...
The transport van is here.
Tough night?
I've had worse.
You owe Granger big-time
for getting you out of jail.
Shooting's officially
under investigation.
You're...
Suspended. I know.
They told me.
Hetty?
Gone.
You don't need to be here.
We got company
across the street.
Not my problem.
Could be.
It's not really helping my
case with you being here.
Where should I be?
I don't want to
talk about this.
Was it worth it, G?
Was it worth it?
Get out of my face!
Where to?
Venice.
What are you doing
here, Vaziri?
Excuse me?
What do you want
from him?
Sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.
The hell you do.
You stay away from him.
You done?
Easy! Move!
Against the van!
Back off. Relax.
Hands behind your back.
How long is this video?
Uh, 34 seconds.
Blurred faces are a nice touch.
It made the Net?
'Fraid so.
I'm trying to stop
the video
going viral,
but as soon as I pull it,
another one pops up.
What about
mainstream media?
They've agreed
not to air the footage
in the interest
of national security.
Easy! Move!
All right, I'm going to have
to write a kill program.
Sorry, bad choice of words.
Well, so it
didn't take long
for the word to get out
that Hetty resigned.
Half the LAPD
already knows about it.
Is Callen okay?
Yeah.
He's fine.
With all due respect, sir,
that's agency BS,
and we all know it.
Cherokee was the CIA's
man, not ours.
I understand but...
If that's what
you need, sir.
I will.
Where's Atley?
Boatshed.
We haven't talked to him yet.
The agency wants
their traitor back.
They've started
a misinformation campaign
to convince the Iranis that
Atley's information was wrong,
that Cherokee isn't a spy.
Tehran contacted
Vaziri overnight.
They want independent
confirmation.
Vaziri was waiting for Callen
when he was released
this morning.
Oh, and to top it off,
Director Vance wants to know
why one of his agents shot
an unarmed man to death
on national television.
You tell him?
Yeah.
The CIA's looking
for someone to blame, Sam.
Suddenly this whole thing
is our fault.
They want Callen's head
on a spear,
and if we don't deliver...
SECNAV's gonna shut us down.
I don't know how much longer
I can hold them off.
You're a popular guy, Atley.
A lot of people
want to talk to you.
NSA, Pentagon, FBI,
State Department,
not to mention the CIA.
Those guys
really, really, really
want to talk to you.
So you tell us what you know,
you don't have
to talk to them.
I want indemnity
from prosecution.
Wow. He doesn't get it, does he?
No. Oh,
I don't think he does.
How long do you think
you can hold your breath
underwater, Kelvin?
You wouldn't do that.
No.
We wouldn't do that,
but the CIA...
I only gave the Iranians
Cherokee's name and that's all.
Didn't give
them the file.
What file?
It's my insurance policy.
Yeah, I'd say this is
a pretty good time to cash in
your insurance policy, Kelvin.
I want indemnity.
We tried.
We definitely did try.
Send them in.
Wait.
I downloaded all the
encrypted communications
between Cherokee
and Langley.
It proves Cherokee
was spying for the CIA.
It also lists the names
of every informant
who's ever worked covertly
for the U.S. in Iran.
What you might
call a...
smoking gun for Tehran.
International incident
for the U.S.
Where's this file now?
Safety-deposit box here in L.A.
Who else knows about it?
Janvier tried to make me
give him the key.
Told him he wouldn't get it
till I got paid.
I guess that didn't
really work out.
Where's the key?
Luggage locker, Union Station.
Locker number?
B-27.
Thank you.
And the Iranians.
What?
They know about the file, too.
You're not thinking of sailing
this anywhere, are you?
The Atlantic.
With them?
No!
Alone.
I hope you haven't come to
talk me out of anything, Owen.
Last time I saw this boat,
she'd just been impounded
by the Brits at Gibraltar.
It was a
misunderstanding
between the harbormaster
and myself
over a case of
Dom Pérignon.
This is a yacht,
not a boat,
and you haven't
answered my question.
When's the last time I talked
you out of anything, Henrietta?
Any news of Mr. Callen?
He was released this morning.
I haven't seen him.
You shouldn't have come.
I thought you should know,
Iran is paranoid
that they've been
set up by the CIA.
Something Langley's actively
encouraging them to believe.
Tehran's asked
Vaziri to confirm
that Cherokee really
is a CIA spy.
So...
you need to be
careful, Henrietta.
Screw Washington, Tehran,
the whole spy game.
I'm not going to
defend the agency
or anybody else,
for that matter.
They're all responsible
for making this mess.
And if you've got that
letter in your jacket,
you hang on to it, Owen.
Henrietta...
Get the hell off my yacht.
Go on!
Some days we appreciate
our freedom more than others,
wouldn't you agree?
Forgive me.
My name is...
Naseem Vaziri.
I know who you are.
Then you know we have
a mutual acquaintance.
Or we did.
Until you killed him.
I'm intrigued,
Agent Callen.
Why you would do
such a thing?
Janvier must have found
your weakness.
Got nothing to say to you.
Just listen, then.
Janvier and I were engaged
in a business transaction.
He was going to
give me a file.
I'm not Atley.
Atley had a price.
Janvier had a price.
We all have a price.
I just need to find
out what's yours.
Atley's bank of choice.
We got this from the bank's
exterior security cameras.
This car is registered to
one of Vaziri's companies.
Ah, a little Iranian reception
party for anybody that comes
to collect Atley's file
from the safety-deposit box.
Could've paid one of the bank
employees to, uh, tip them off.
We need to secure that file
before the Iranians or else.
Or else what?
Work up a plan.
Keep me updated.
Or else what?
Or else we'll all gonna be
looking for another job.
Salaam, Henrietta.
Death can have
its advantages.
I remember the last time
I saw you in Tehran,
the revolutionary students were
dragging you off to prison.
To teach me
the error of my ways.
I was a good student.
I denounced the Shah
and embraced the revolution.
Never too late
to change sides.
In our line of work,
it's always an option.
And you.
All these rumors.
Such a shame they
cast you aside like this.
There are too many
bureaucrats, Hosein.
The game has changed.
And it seems as if we're all
working for the CIA these days.
Surely not you, Henrietta?
Well, I-I never was one to
do what was expected of me.
This latest CIA operation...
The one man who knows the
truth about this mess has been
thrown out of NCIS on his ass
and will probably wind up
in prison for killing
a man who deserved it.
Agent Callen.
I've said too much.
Perhaps we could speak
some more over tea?
Perhaps not.
I have a car.
So have I.
Some other time...
Henrietta.
You can come out now,
Mr. Hanna.
I never did trust
that bastard.
They sent someone
from your past.
I should have killed him back
then when I had the chance.
I'm perfectly capable of looking
after myself, Mr. Hanna.
I was just passing.
Langley's breathing
down Granger's neck.
Looking for someone
to blame.
Not unexpected.
It gets worse.
Atley's admitted he has a file
that contains the names
of Cherokee's informants
in Tehran.
If we don't
retrieve that file,
SECNAV's closing down the unit.
How's Mr. Callen?
He says he's fine.
But you and I know otherwise.
One day it catches
up with all of us.
If you're lucky,
someone else dies
and you get to walk away.
Go home, Sam.
Mr. Callen and I
are on our own.
And if I need to find you?
Nearest bar.
Scotch on the rocks.
You got it.
Were you followed?
No, but you were.
Vaziri and another guy.
Bald, gray beard,
tan jacket.
His name's Hosein Khadem.
He's trying
to intimidate me.
Is it working?
Just ignore them.
How's retirement?
I could die of boredom...
...if someone doesn't
shoot me first.
How was your day,
Mr. Callen?
I went for a swim.
When I got out, Vaziri
was holding my towel.
Tehran's paranoid that
they caught the wrong spy.
Vaziri's looking to confirm
that Atley's given them
the right name.
Evidently, Atley has a file
with the names
of other dissidents.
Vaziri paid you a
call today, too?
No, not Vaziri.
Khadem.
How do you know this guy?
Khadem was Savak,
Iranian Secret Police
under the Shah.
When Khomeini came to power,
he changed sides.
He went from being my ally
to my enemy overnight.
Betrayed dozens of good men,
their families.
Many of them my friends.
Khadem's my Janvier.
You'd shoot him in cold blood?
That would be murder,
Mr. Callen.
So, you're just going to wait
for him to make the first move?
Do I have a choice?
No.
But I do.
Might as well add treason
to my arrest warrant.
Mr. Callen.
You want my price?
It's her.
You keep him away from her,
you'll get what you want.
I want Atley's file.
You know I can't deliver that.
Then confirm the name
of your spy in Tehran.
Code name: Cherokee.
You know him
as General Sanjar Esfahani.
You just got yourself
a CIA spy.
You stay away from her.
Of course.
Everybody, listen up.
NSA intercepted
a phone call
between Vaziri and
Tehran overnight.
Vaziri told Tehran
that an NCIS agent
confirmed Cherokee's identity.
The CIA is demanding
Callen's immediate arrest.
Are we going to comply?
Since when do we work
for the CIA?
No way we're
doing this.
Look, we don't have a say
in this.
The call came directly
from SECNAV
You want to help Callen,
you want to help us,
get Atley's file,
make sure it gets
into the right hands.
We're gonna have
one shot at this.
Let's make it count.
Hey, Sam.
You think this
plan's gonna work?
It's gotta work.
Yeah.
Nell, talk to legal.
We're going to need an arrest
warrant for Agent Callen.
So, what are the
charges exactly,
treason or murder?
Both.
Right.
Okay, we've got a
visual and comms.
Just arriving at the bank.
Kensi and Deeks
are out of the car, Eric.
Looks like our Iranian friends
are still here.
SUV on the right.
This could
get interesting.
I like interesting.
If it's gonna happen,
it'll be when you come out.
Be ready.
You got everything?
Yes, Mom.
Status please, Eric.
They've collected
the safety-deposit box key
from the luggage locker.
Just arrived at the bank.
The Iranians?
Front and center.
I counted two in the SUV.
Could be more.
You think we're
on their radar?
In this suit,
are you kidding me?
Probably haven't taken
their eyes off me
since I got out
of the car.
Or it could be...
yeah, it's probably you.
I'm just saying
that skirt is working.
They've entered the bank.
I got 'em, Sam.
Morning.
Good morning.
Welcome to
Certified National.
How can we be
of service today?
I need access a
safety-deposit box.
Certainly. Name?
Peters.
And away we go.
First name?
Scott.
This is your
safety-deposit box
or...
My husband's.
But you have his signed
authorization to access the box?
I'm his wife.
I'm sorry, but you either
need to be designated
or have a signed authorization.
Okay, listen, honey,
he's my husband, okay?
What's his is mine,
what's mine, oh,
he's welcome to,
because I don't have
a damn safety-deposit
box, do I?
- Morning.
- Uh...
I am, uh, Kelvin Atley.
I need to access my
safety-deposit box, please.
Of course, Mr. Atley.
Mrs. Peters, there's no need
to raise your voice.
I'm sure if you
just ask your husband...
You want me to talk
to my cheating, lying,
good-for-nothing, two-faced
cheap husband?
This is what you want?
Start World War III?
I'm sorry.
I didn't think so.
You're sorry.
Okay, okay, you know what?
If I can't have
access to that box,
you are going to
open it and you're
gonna tell me how much money
he's got stashed in there.
That's what you're
gonna do, honey.
Sign right here.
Of course.
Even if I was authorized to,
which I'm not,
it's a two key system and
I'd need your husband's key.
You want a key?
You want a key?
I'll give you a damn key.
I just need to check
your ID on file.
If we could do this
quickly, I'm actually
in a little bit of a hurry.
There you go. There you go.
Oh.
Oh, freaking ridiculous.
I don't have a key.
I don't have a key.
You know why? Because he's
freaking stingy, that's why.
Try not to get too upset here.
So, we're good then?
That stupid moron.
Hmm?
Sir, good to go?
Yeah, um, just come
with me this way.
See, I have no key.
I have no key.
Do you know why?
Because that floozy
has that key.
That blonde floozy with
highlights and short hair...
And we're in.
That's right.
Take all the time you need.
Thank you, sir.
I got a USB.
This must be the file.
We good?
Clear, you're good to go.
This is how you treat
your customers?
This is how you treat
your customers?
Are you
enjoying yourself?
Are you enjoying
this? Are you?
Really?
On the way out right now.
All right.
Iranians are on the move.
Someone in the bank must
have tipped them off.
Don't rush.
Let 'em come.
Okay, guys, they've got backup.
Move to plan B.
I hate plan B.
Go!
Follow them!
Sam!
Sam, you got to get down here.
Let's go, let's go!
Let's go!
Leave it, leave it!
Yeah, no,
I completely understand.
I'm just saying
don't-don't try too hard.
Yeah, exactly.
Okay, yeah, thanks, Mikey.
Yup, you, too.
Well, Callen's arrest warrant
just went out.
Does anyone know
where he is?
Good luck trying to find him.
Eric have any luck
tracing that car?
All the way to Santa Monica,
then they lost it.
They're doing
a kaleidoscope search.
Okay, all right.
Well, we know we got two, right?
And I think I winged one,
so why doesn't Nell just
check the local ERs?
It's out of our hands;
we gave it our best shot.
Did we?
Ops. Now.
Something's going down
in Tehran.
NSA picked up a major spike
in telecommunications traffic.
Most of it's
internal--
intelligence agencies,
key government ministers,
the military.
NSA intercepted
a burst transmission
from Vaziri to Tehran
an hour after they
received Atley's USB.
15 minutes later,
they're in meltdown.
Guess they didn't like
what was in the file.
And Vaziri just received
an encrypted e-mail
from Tehran 30 minutes ago.
NSA's still
decrypting it.
Okay, we need to see that, Eric.
Well, that would require us
looking over their shoulder
while they decrypt it,
which isn't the normal
level of access they allow.
Hell with what they allow;
just do it.
Just doing it.
Okay, hacking the NSA.
And...
we're in.
Does anyone speak Farsi?
Hetty does.
Good point.
It was a long time ago.
I'm rusty.
Something about...
conflicting information...
Use all necessary measures.
Reconfirming conflicting
information that was given to them.
Given to them by Atley?
Operative.
Callen.
Vaziri's going
back to Callen
to confirm what
he told them.
And use all
necessary measures.
Wait.
That's an order, Agent Hanna.
Eric.
Calling Agent Callen.
No answer.
Phone turned off?
Dead.
Vaziri got the message
30 minutes ago, Sam.
It's too late.
Tell me the identity
of the CIA spy in Tehran.
Cherokee.
And Cherokee's real name?
I told you last night
in the bar.
Tell me again.
General...
Sanjar Esfahani.
General Esfahani denies it.
Well, wouldn't you?
Tell me what
you know about Atley.
Atley...
was an NSA analyst.
He turned traitor.
He knew the CIA
had a spy in Tehran
code-named Cherokee.
He offered the information
to Janvier.
Janvier sold
the information to you.
You asked for confirmation;
I gave you confirmation.
General Sanjar
Esfahani
is Cherokee.
You're not
telling me the truth.
There's no other truth.
Tehran believes otherwise.
They have Atley's file.
There are, shall we say,
discrepancies.
You there?
Start the camera.
Yesterday... you asked me
for her life.
Today I'm going to
give it to you....
for the truth.
I gave you the truth--
there's no mistake.
I gave you the name;
you gave them their spy.
Kill her.
Wait!
Wait! Tell him to wait!
The truth.
Tell him to wait! Call him off!
Call him off!
Stand down, Khadem.
Khadem, can you hear me?
Khadem, can you hear me?!
I said, stand down, Khadem.
Can you hear me?!
I hear you, Naseem.
If I don't like your version
of the truth, she dies.
It's a lie.
What's a lie?
Everything.
Cherokee.
There was no spy in Tehran.
This whole operation
was put together
by the CIA to
convince you there was.
Why?
To eliminate
the one man
the CIA fears in Tehran
more than anyone.
Sanjar Esfahani.
Why would they fear him?
Because he can't be bought.
He's an extremist who
is loyal to the clergy
and the military.
But they knew that
if you thought he was a spy,
you'd have him arrested.
You'd have him executed
for treason.
But they knew they had
to convince you first.
Atley?
Gave Esfahani's
name to Janvier.
They figured if you had
to pay more for the information,
you'd be more willing
to believe it.
Lies!
I saw you shoot Janvier.
An arrest warrant has been
issued for you for his murder!
There is someone
that can prove
that everything I'm saying
is the truth.
Who?
Who?!
Janvier.
It's time to go.
Go where?
For a ride.
No bulletproof vest this time?
Put this on.
Why?
When you're in our protection,
you wear a vest.
No exceptions.
Okay.
No vest.
We're not planning
to shoot you this time.
Why would you stage
Janvier's murder?
So you'd believe
I had nothing to lose.
A disgraced agent...
under investigation.
Someone you could get to.
Someone you could buy off to
confirm Atley's information.
My leg still hurts.
Good.
Where are you taking me?
Road trip.
Tehran's going to want someone
to pay for this.
Better it not be you.
But you got to
give them something.
The $50 million they paid
for the information...
and the man they gave it to.
Go on.
You stay away
from Henrietta Lange,
call off Khadem.
And?
A trade.
Me for Janvier.
What is this?
You're no longer our problem.
We're letting you go.
I hear the weather's great
in Tehran this time of year.
Checkmate.
♪ ♪
I hope you haven't moved
my things, Owen.
I'm not that crazy.
You know, you don't have
to keep changing the dates.
You could just print
up a new one each time.
Just a thought.
Shall we have
an operational debrief?
Sure.
Cherokee's been released.
He got a promotion
for his troubles.
He's been put in charge
of counterintelligence.
His specific brief is
to protect the Tehran government
from foreign spies.
And the agency?
Well, they're relieved
they still have a man in Tehran.
Of course,
they want a full report.
They want to know exactly when
we worked up
this audacious plan,
and why we didn't include them
in it.
We are out of time,
Agent Callen!
And we don't have another plan!
I'm sorry, Mr. Callen.
I'm sorry.
No.
There's got to be something
we can do.
Maybe there is.
Do you want to share, Henrietta?
To make people believe it,
I think I'm going
to have to resign.
And you, Mr. Callen,
are going to have
to shoot Janvier.
Maybe you could tell them
we just worked it out
over a cup of tea.
What did you replace
Atley's file with?
Deeks switched the USBs
at the bank,
but Eric had changed one file,
Operation Cherokee.
A two-page proposal
from the CIA
outlining how
to fool foreign governments
into arresting
the wrong people for spying.
Then it was just a matter
of making sure it fell
into Iranian hands.
Leave it! Leave it!
We were lucky, Henrietta.
Fortune favors the brave, Owen.
Hey, Callen.
Morning, G.
Hey, Pete,
not so tight
on the cuffs
next time, all right?
Put the gun down!
Lower your weapon!
You owe us a drink.
Done.
What's Mr. Callen's
undercover status?
He's operational.
Eric minimized his exposure.
And Vaziri?
When the dust settles,
we'll take him down.
There's no hurry.
But there is one thing.
A body washed up
at the Marina this morning.
Hosein Khadem?
He'd been shot.
I guess
he and Vaziri had a falling out.
Would you like to join me
for a cup of tea, Owen?
Or would you prefer something
a little stronger?
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
His name is Marcel Janvier.
He is holding Kelvin Atley.
We need to get Atley back
before he compromises
our man in Tehran.
Code name: Cherokee.
Do you play chess, Agent Callen?
A little.
My move.
He killed our people!
Our people!
Who's our mystery man?
Naseem Vaziri.
He's Iranian.
What if Atley
already told Janvier
the name of the asset in Iran?
Cherokee gets compromised.
- And that's the price we pay.
- No.
No, this is not happening.
♪ NCIS: LA 4x01 ♪
Endgame
Original air date on September 25, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Please have
all the transport prisoners...
The transport van is here.
Tough night?
I've had worse.
You owe Granger big-time
for getting you out of jail.
Shooting's officially
under investigation.
You're...
Suspended. I know.
They told me.
Hetty?
Gone.
You don't need to be here.
We got company
across the street.
Not my problem.
Could be.
It's not really helping my
case with you being here.
Where should I be?
I don't want to
talk about this.
Was it worth it, G?
Was it worth it?
Get out of my face!
Where to?
Venice.
What are you doing
here, Vaziri?
Excuse me?
What do you want
from him?
Sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.
The hell you do.
You stay away from him.
You done?
Easy! Move!
Against the van!
Back off. Relax.
Hands behind your back.
How long is this video?
Uh, 34 seconds.
Blurred faces are a nice touch.
It made the Net?
'Fraid so.
I'm trying to stop
the video
going viral,
but as soon as I pull it,
another one pops up.
What about
mainstream media?
They've agreed
not to air the footage
in the interest
of national security.
Easy! Move!
All right, I'm going to have
to write a kill program.
Sorry, bad choice of words.
Well, so it
didn't take long
for the word to get out
that Hetty resigned.
Half the LAPD
already knows about it.
Is Callen okay?
Yeah.
He's fine.
With all due respect, sir,
that's agency BS,
and we all know it.
Cherokee was the CIA's
man, not ours.
I understand but...
If that's what
you need, sir.
I will.
Where's Atley?
Boatshed.
We haven't talked to him yet.
The agency wants
their traitor back.
They've started
a misinformation campaign
to convince the Iranis that
Atley's information was wrong,
that Cherokee isn't a spy.
Tehran contacted
Vaziri overnight.
They want independent
confirmation.
Vaziri was waiting for Callen
when he was released
this morning.
Oh, and to top it off,
Director Vance wants to know
why one of his agents shot
an unarmed man to death
on national television.
You tell him?
Yeah.
The CIA's looking
for someone to blame, Sam.
Suddenly this whole thing
is our fault.
They want Callen's head
on a spear,
and if we don't deliver...
SECNAV's gonna shut us down.
I don't know how much longer
I can hold them off.
You're a popular guy, Atley.
A lot of people
want to talk to you.
NSA, Pentagon, FBI,
State Department,
not to mention the CIA.
Those guys
really, really, really
want to talk to you.
So you tell us what you know,
you don't have
to talk to them.
I want indemnity
from prosecution.
Wow. He doesn't get it, does he?
No. Oh,
I don't think he does.
How long do you think
you can hold your breath
underwater, Kelvin?
You wouldn't do that.
No.
We wouldn't do that,
but the CIA...
I only gave the Iranians
Cherokee's name and that's all.
Didn't give
them the file.
What file?
It's my insurance policy.
Yeah, I'd say this is
a pretty good time to cash in
your insurance policy, Kelvin.
I want indemnity.
We tried.
We definitely did try.
Send them in.
Wait.
I downloaded all the
encrypted communications
between Cherokee
and Langley.
It proves Cherokee
was spying for the CIA.
It also lists the names
of every informant
who's ever worked covertly
for the U.S. in Iran.
What you might
call a...
smoking gun for Tehran.
International incident
for the U.S.
Where's this file now?
Safety-deposit box here in L.A.
Who else knows about it?
Janvier tried to make me
give him the key.
Told him he wouldn't get it
till I got paid.
I guess that didn't
really work out.
Where's the key?
Luggage locker, Union Station.
Locker number?
B-27.
Thank you.
And the Iranians.
What?
They know about the file, too.
You're not thinking of sailing
this anywhere, are you?
The Atlantic.
With them?
No!
Alone.
I hope you haven't come to
talk me out of anything, Owen.
Last time I saw this boat,
she'd just been impounded
by the Brits at Gibraltar.
It was a
misunderstanding
between the harbormaster
and myself
over a case of
Dom Pérignon.
This is a yacht,
not a boat,
and you haven't
answered my question.
When's the last time I talked
you out of anything, Henrietta?
Any news of Mr. Callen?
He was released this morning.
I haven't seen him.
You shouldn't have come.
I thought you should know,
Iran is paranoid
that they've been
set up by the CIA.
Something Langley's actively
encouraging them to believe.
Tehran's asked
Vaziri to confirm
that Cherokee really
is a CIA spy.
So...
you need to be
careful, Henrietta.
Screw Washington, Tehran,
the whole spy game.
I'm not going to
defend the agency
or anybody else,
for that matter.
They're all responsible
for making this mess.
And if you've got that
letter in your jacket,
you hang on to it, Owen.
Henrietta...
Get the hell off my yacht.
Go on!
Some days we appreciate
our freedom more than others,
wouldn't you agree?
Forgive me.
My name is...
Naseem Vaziri.
I know who you are.
Then you know we have
a mutual acquaintance.
Or we did.
Until you killed him.
I'm intrigued,
Agent Callen.
Why you would do
such a thing?
Janvier must have found
your weakness.
Got nothing to say to you.
Just listen, then.
Janvier and I were engaged
in a business transaction.
He was going to
give me a file.
I'm not Atley.
Atley had a price.
Janvier had a price.
We all have a price.
I just need to find
out what's yours.
Atley's bank of choice.
We got this from the bank's
exterior security cameras.
This car is registered to
one of Vaziri's companies.
Ah, a little Iranian reception
party for anybody that comes
to collect Atley's file
from the safety-deposit box.
Could've paid one of the bank
employees to, uh, tip them off.
We need to secure that file
before the Iranians or else.
Or else what?
Work up a plan.
Keep me updated.
Or else what?
Or else we'll all gonna be
looking for another job.
Salaam, Henrietta.
Death can have
its advantages.
I remember the last time
I saw you in Tehran,
the revolutionary students were
dragging you off to prison.
To teach me
the error of my ways.
I was a good student.
I denounced the Shah
and embraced the revolution.
Never too late
to change sides.
In our line of work,
it's always an option.
And you.
All these rumors.
Such a shame they
cast you aside like this.
There are too many
bureaucrats, Hosein.
The game has changed.
And it seems as if we're all
working for the CIA these days.
Surely not you, Henrietta?
Well, I-I never was one to
do what was expected of me.
This latest CIA operation...
The one man who knows the
truth about this mess has been
thrown out of NCIS on his ass
and will probably wind up
in prison for killing
a man who deserved it.
Agent Callen.
I've said too much.
Perhaps we could speak
some more over tea?
Perhaps not.
I have a car.
So have I.
Some other time...
Henrietta.
You can come out now,
Mr. Hanna.
I never did trust
that bastard.
They sent someone
from your past.
I should have killed him back
then when I had the chance.
I'm perfectly capable of looking
after myself, Mr. Hanna.
I was just passing.
Langley's breathing
down Granger's neck.
Looking for someone
to blame.
Not unexpected.
It gets worse.
Atley's admitted he has a file
that contains the names
of Cherokee's informants
in Tehran.
If we don't
retrieve that file,
SECNAV's closing down the unit.
How's Mr. Callen?
He says he's fine.
But you and I know otherwise.
One day it catches
up with all of us.
If you're lucky,
someone else dies
and you get to walk away.
Go home, Sam.
Mr. Callen and I
are on our own.
And if I need to find you?
Nearest bar.
Scotch on the rocks.
You got it.
Were you followed?
No, but you were.
Vaziri and another guy.
Bald, gray beard,
tan jacket.
His name's Hosein Khadem.
He's trying
to intimidate me.
Is it working?
Just ignore them.
How's retirement?
I could die of boredom...
...if someone doesn't
shoot me first.
How was your day,
Mr. Callen?
I went for a swim.
When I got out, Vaziri
was holding my towel.
Tehran's paranoid that
they caught the wrong spy.
Vaziri's looking to confirm
that Atley's given them
the right name.
Evidently, Atley has a file
with the names
of other dissidents.
Vaziri paid you a
call today, too?
No, not Vaziri.
Khadem.
How do you know this guy?
Khadem was Savak,
Iranian Secret Police
under the Shah.
When Khomeini came to power,
he changed sides.
He went from being my ally
to my enemy overnight.
Betrayed dozens of good men,
their families.
Many of them my friends.
Khadem's my Janvier.
You'd shoot him in cold blood?
That would be murder,
Mr. Callen.
So, you're just going to wait
for him to make the first move?
Do I have a choice?
No.
But I do.
Might as well add treason
to my arrest warrant.
Mr. Callen.
You want my price?
It's her.
You keep him away from her,
you'll get what you want.
I want Atley's file.
You know I can't deliver that.
Then confirm the name
of your spy in Tehran.
Code name: Cherokee.
You know him
as General Sanjar Esfahani.
You just got yourself
a CIA spy.
You stay away from her.
Of course.
Everybody, listen up.
NSA intercepted
a phone call
between Vaziri and
Tehran overnight.
Vaziri told Tehran
that an NCIS agent
confirmed Cherokee's identity.
The CIA is demanding
Callen's immediate arrest.
Are we going to comply?
Since when do we work
for the CIA?
No way we're
doing this.
Look, we don't have a say
in this.
The call came directly
from SECNAV
You want to help Callen,
you want to help us,
get Atley's file,
make sure it gets
into the right hands.
We're gonna have
one shot at this.
Let's make it count.
Hey, Sam.
You think this
plan's gonna work?
It's gotta work.
Yeah.
Nell, talk to legal.
We're going to need an arrest
warrant for Agent Callen.
So, what are the
charges exactly,
treason or murder?
Both.
Right.
Okay, we've got a
visual and comms.
Just arriving at the bank.
Kensi and Deeks
are out of the car, Eric.
Looks like our Iranian friends
are still here.
SUV on the right.
This could
get interesting.
I like interesting.
If it's gonna happen,
it'll be when you come out.
Be ready.
You got everything?
Yes, Mom.
Status please, Eric.
They've collected
the safety-deposit box key
from the luggage locker.
Just arrived at the bank.
The Iranians?
Front and center.
I counted two in the SUV.
Could be more.
You think we're
on their radar?
In this suit,
are you kidding me?
Probably haven't taken
their eyes off me
since I got out
of the car.
Or it could be...
yeah, it's probably you.
I'm just saying
that skirt is working.
They've entered the bank.
I got 'em, Sam.
Morning.
Good morning.
Welcome to
Certified National.
How can we be
of service today?
I need access a
safety-deposit box.
Certainly. Name?
Peters.
And away we go.
First name?
Scott.
This is your
safety-deposit box
or...
My husband's.
But you have his signed
authorization to access the box?
I'm his wife.
I'm sorry, but you either
need to be designated
or have a signed authorization.
Okay, listen, honey,
he's my husband, okay?
What's his is mine,
what's mine, oh,
he's welcome to,
because I don't have
a damn safety-deposit
box, do I?
- Morning.
- Uh...
I am, uh, Kelvin Atley.
I need to access my
safety-deposit box, please.
Of course, Mr. Atley.
Mrs. Peters, there's no need
to raise your voice.
I'm sure if you
just ask your husband...
You want me to talk
to my cheating, lying,
good-for-nothing, two-faced
cheap husband?
This is what you want?
Start World War III?
I'm sorry.
I didn't think so.
You're sorry.
Okay, okay, you know what?
If I can't have
access to that box,
you are going to
open it and you're
gonna tell me how much money
he's got stashed in there.
That's what you're
gonna do, honey.
Sign right here.
Of course.
Even if I was authorized to,
which I'm not,
it's a two key system and
I'd need your husband's key.
You want a key?
You want a key?
I'll give you a damn key.
I just need to check
your ID on file.
If we could do this
quickly, I'm actually
in a little bit of a hurry.
There you go. There you go.
Oh.
Oh, freaking ridiculous.
I don't have a key.
I don't have a key.
You know why? Because he's
freaking stingy, that's why.
Try not to get too upset here.
So, we're good then?
That stupid moron.
Hmm?
Sir, good to go?
Yeah, um, just come
with me this way.
See, I have no key.
I have no key.
Do you know why?
Because that floozy
has that key.
That blonde floozy with
highlights and short hair...
And we're in.
That's right.
Take all the time you need.
Thank you, sir.
I got a USB.
This must be the file.
We good?
Clear, you're good to go.
This is how you treat
your customers?
This is how you treat
your customers?
Are you
enjoying yourself?
Are you enjoying
this? Are you?
Really?
On the way out right now.
All right.
Iranians are on the move.
Someone in the bank must
have tipped them off.
Don't rush.
Let 'em come.
Okay, guys, they've got backup.
Move to plan B.
I hate plan B.
Go!
Follow them!
Sam!
Sam, you got to get down here.
Let's go, let's go!
Let's go!
Leave it, leave it!
Yeah, no,
I completely understand.
I'm just saying
don't-don't try too hard.
Yeah, exactly.
Okay, yeah, thanks, Mikey.
Yup, you, too.
Well, Callen's arrest warrant
just went out.
Does anyone know
where he is?
Good luck trying to find him.
Eric have any luck
tracing that car?
All the way to Santa Monica,
then they lost it.
They're doing
a kaleidoscope search.
Okay, all right.
Well, we know we got two, right?
And I think I winged one,
so why doesn't Nell just
check the local ERs?
It's out of our hands;
we gave it our best shot.
Did we?
Ops. Now.
Something's going down
in Tehran.
NSA picked up a major spike
in telecommunications traffic.
Most of it's
internal--
intelligence agencies,
key government ministers,
the military.
NSA intercepted
a burst transmission
from Vaziri to Tehran
an hour after they
received Atley's USB.
15 minutes later,
they're in meltdown.
Guess they didn't like
what was in the file.
And Vaziri just received
an encrypted e-mail
from Tehran 30 minutes ago.
NSA's still
decrypting it.
Okay, we need to see that, Eric.
Well, that would require us
looking over their shoulder
while they decrypt it,
which isn't the normal
level of access they allow.
Hell with what they allow;
just do it.
Just doing it.
Okay, hacking the NSA.
And...
we're in.
Does anyone speak Farsi?
Hetty does.
Good point.
It was a long time ago.
I'm rusty.
Something about...
conflicting information...
Use all necessary measures.
Reconfirming conflicting
information that was given to them.
Given to them by Atley?
Operative.
Callen.
Vaziri's going
back to Callen
to confirm what
he told them.
And use all
necessary measures.
Wait.
That's an order, Agent Hanna.
Eric.
Calling Agent Callen.
No answer.
Phone turned off?
Dead.
Vaziri got the message
30 minutes ago, Sam.
It's too late.
Tell me the identity
of the CIA spy in Tehran.
Cherokee.
And Cherokee's real name?
I told you last night
in the bar.
Tell me again.
General...
Sanjar Esfahani.
General Esfahani denies it.
Well, wouldn't you?
Tell me what
you know about Atley.
Atley...
was an NSA analyst.
He turned traitor.
He knew the CIA
had a spy in Tehran
code-named Cherokee.
He offered the information
to Janvier.
Janvier sold
the information to you.
You asked for confirmation;
I gave you confirmation.
General Sanjar
Esfahani
is Cherokee.
You're not
telling me the truth.
There's no other truth.
Tehran believes otherwise.
They have Atley's file.
There are, shall we say,
discrepancies.
You there?
Start the camera.
Yesterday... you asked me
for her life.
Today I'm going to
give it to you....
for the truth.
I gave you the truth--
there's no mistake.
I gave you the name;
you gave them their spy.
Kill her.
Wait!
Wait! Tell him to wait!
The truth.
Tell him to wait! Call him off!
Call him off!
Stand down, Khadem.
Khadem, can you hear me?
Khadem, can you hear me?!
I said, stand down, Khadem.
Can you hear me?!
I hear you, Naseem.
If I don't like your version
of the truth, she dies.
It's a lie.
What's a lie?
Everything.
Cherokee.
There was no spy in Tehran.
This whole operation
was put together
by the CIA to
convince you there was.
Why?
To eliminate
the one man
the CIA fears in Tehran
more than anyone.
Sanjar Esfahani.
Why would they fear him?
Because he can't be bought.
He's an extremist who
is loyal to the clergy
and the military.
But they knew that
if you thought he was a spy,
you'd have him arrested.
You'd have him executed
for treason.
But they knew they had
to convince you first.
Atley?
Gave Esfahani's
name to Janvier.
They figured if you had
to pay more for the information,
you'd be more willing
to believe it.
Lies!
I saw you shoot Janvier.
An arrest warrant has been
issued for you for his murder!
There is someone
that can prove
that everything I'm saying
is the truth.
Who?
Who?!
Janvier.
It's time to go.
Go where?
For a ride.
No bulletproof vest this time?
Put this on.
Why?
When you're in our protection,
you wear a vest.
No exceptions.
Okay.
No vest.
We're not planning
to shoot you this time.
Why would you stage
Janvier's murder?
So you'd believe
I had nothing to lose.
A disgraced agent...
under investigation.
Someone you could get to.
Someone you could buy off to
confirm Atley's information.
My leg still hurts.
Good.
Where are you taking me?
Road trip.
Tehran's going to want someone
to pay for this.
Better it not be you.
But you got to
give them something.
The $50 million they paid
for the information...
and the man they gave it to.
Go on.
You stay away
from Henrietta Lange,
call off Khadem.
And?
A trade.
Me for Janvier.
What is this?
You're no longer our problem.
We're letting you go.
I hear the weather's great
in Tehran this time of year.
Checkmate.
♪ ♪
I hope you haven't moved
my things, Owen.
I'm not that crazy.
You know, you don't have
to keep changing the dates.
You could just print
up a new one each time.
Just a thought.
Shall we have
an operational debrief?
Sure.
Cherokee's been released.
He got a promotion
for his troubles.
He's been put in charge
of counterintelligence.
His specific brief is
to protect the Tehran government
from foreign spies.
And the agency?
Well, they're relieved
they still have a man in Tehran.
Of course,
they want a full report.
They want to know exactly when
we worked up
this audacious plan,
and why we didn't include them
in it.
We are out of time,
Agent Callen!
And we don't have another plan!
I'm sorry, Mr. Callen.
I'm sorry.
No.
There's got to be something
we can do.
Maybe there is.
Do you want to share, Henrietta?
To make people believe it,
I think I'm going
to have to resign.
And you, Mr. Callen,
are going to have
to shoot Janvier.
Maybe you could tell them
we just worked it out
over a cup of tea.
What did you replace
Atley's file with?
Deeks switched the USBs
at the bank,
but Eric had changed one file,
Operation Cherokee.
A two-page proposal
from the CIA
outlining how
to fool foreign governments
into arresting
the wrong people for spying.
Then it was just a matter
of making sure it fell
into Iranian hands.
Leave it! Leave it!
We were lucky, Henrietta.
Fortune favors the brave, Owen.
Hey, Callen.
Morning, G.
Hey, Pete,
not so tight
on the cuffs
next time, all right?
Put the gun down!
Lower your weapon!
You owe us a drink.
Done.
What's Mr. Callen's
undercover status?
He's operational.
Eric minimized his exposure.
And Vaziri?
When the dust settles,
we'll take him down.
There's no hurry.
But there is one thing.
A body washed up
at the Marina this morning.
Hosein Khadem?
He'd been shot.
I guess
he and Vaziri had a falling out.
Would you like to join me
for a cup of tea, Owen?
Or would you prefer something
a little stronger?
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