NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 12 - Paper Soldiers - full transcript

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♪ NCIS: LA 4x12 ♪
Paper Soldiers
Original Air Date on January 15, 2013

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All right,
Kensi just pulled in behind me,

blaring My Chemical Romance,

which means she is not
her cheery, chipper self,



so I think we should
probably just play it cool.

SAM:
Deeks, I always play it cool.

I'm actually playing aloof,

which is the antisocial version
of cool.

SAM:
Okay, so, if I'm cool,

and you're aloof,
what does that make you?

Enigmatic?

No, no, Hetty is enigmatic.

You are...

Charming... handsome...
Puerile.

Otiose.
It means pointless.

(clearing his throat)

What?

What? Nothing. We were just...



Nothing.

He thinks you're in a bad mood.

And we're supposed
to play it cool.

I'm actually playing it aloof.

Thanks, guys.
Good looking out.

Well, if you must know,

I've killed another house plant.

That is 14 since July.

Wait. That's it?

That's the source
of your sourness?

It was a cactus.

You killed something
that thrives in Death Valley?

I went back
to get another one,

but, oh, the guy cut me off.

He actually took my picture
to put it behind the register.

(laughs)

You have a mug shot
at the nursery?

For crimes committed
against cacti?

She is a serial
plant killer.

Ignore them.
It's not your fault.

No, I'm pretty sure
it's her fault.

Well, not unless it was suicide.

Did you photograph
the crime scene?

Why would you guys
make me feel this way?

It's the job.

If you worked behind a desk
and had normal hours,

all of those plants
would be alive.

Probably.

(scoffs)
Yeah, it's the job.

(scoffs)

Yeah, we have
to give up certain things

to do what we do, you know.

Right.

Like my dream
of home-grown oregano.

You don't even cook.

I would
if I had homegrown oregano.

CALLEN: Yeah, I suppose
if I worked 9:00 to 5:00,

my evenings would open up...
(Eric stomps)

(laughs)
Are you okay?

KENSI:
Eric, do you need help?

No, no, no. I think this
is like a Harry Potter deal.

DEEKS: No, no.
I'm all over this. I know

what you're doing.
You're doing charades.

And I'm awesome at this.

You're pulling up
by your hands

'cause you're getting ready
to milk a cow.

But it's just one udder
of a cow, and it's sideways.

You're milking a sideways cow.
You're really milking the...

No, we got a case.

This is a lasso.
I'm throwing it,

and I'm roping
y'all up to Ops.

KENSI:
That was a lasso?

I'm trying to figure out
what a cow has to do with it.

DEEKS: I mean, 'cause
used both hands--

I'm taking a mime class.

Well, actually,
I'm watching a lot

of YouTube videos about miming.

Look, check this out. Look.

I got a wall. (laughs)

I'm in a box.

Whoa, the box is
closing in on me! Aah!

I can be a leaf.

I can be in
a windstorm.

I can do a kite.

I can do a kite
in a windstorm.

Aah! Ooh! I can
do an escalator.

I can do a spiral stair...
SAM: Stop.

Mimes don't talk.
Stay in character.

Go Method.

Nice work.
Thank you.

Okay, uh, these are
the photos taken outside

the L.A. County Morgue's
Office last night.

The man killed
was Stuart Westridge,

a private investigator.

Do we have eyes
on what happened?

Uh, no cameras on the street.

And the morgue hasn't released

its closed circuit video feed
to us yet.

Private investigator's going
to rack up a lot of enemies.

The Navy has expressed interest
in one of his cases,

commissioned by the widow
of a Marine.

Lieutenant Edwin Prietto.

He was killed in Afghanistan
two weeks ago.

His wife Antonia
requested an autopsy report

through the L.A. County
Morgue's Office,

and hired Stuart Westridge
to investigate

her husband's death.

What does the operations report

say about
Lieutenant Prietto's death?

Um, not much.

Just that he was killed
on the Pakistani border

during a routine security sweep.

It's like the Wild West
out there.

Constant threat
of mortars, RPGs--

last thing
anyone's thinking about

is writing a detailed
operations report.

That, or a convenient cover,
if you want to hide the truth.

Mrs. Prietto, we are
deeply sorry for your loss.

Thank you.
I'm fine.

I don't know why
I just said that.

I am anything but fine.

I'm hurt, I'm upset,
I'm looking for answers.

And I'm alone.

I keep waiting

for Edwin to call.

Do you have any friends
or family

that can help you through this?

I joined a grief support group

for the families
of fallen soldiers.

(sighs)

I knew he was in harm's way,
but I was still convinced

that Edwin would
come home to me.

Well, it's normal
what you're feeling.

Look, I have to ask,
Mrs. Prietto.

Why are you suspicious

about the events surrounding
your husband's death?

The man from the Marines

told me...
What man?

The Casualty Assistance
something.

Casualty Assistance
Calls Officer.

Him.

He kept saying

that Edwin died
near the Pakistani border,

but I that know
he was stationed in Kandahar.

He called me from there
the day before he died.

I tried to talk to
somebody else at the office

to confirm, but it felt like
they were stonewalling me.

So you hired Stuart Westridge
to investigate it.

And now he's dead, too.

The worst part of
all this is that...

I haven't seen my
husband's body.

I don't even know the results
of the autopsy yet.

We can help you
with that, ma'am.

Thank you.

Thank you, Tony.

You want to, uh...?

What are you squinting at?

Time for some
granny glasses?

No, I'm trying to visualize
what you'd look like

behind a desk,
as a public defender.

Okay.
Clean-shaven, short hair.

I looked exactly like this.

Like this?!
Yup.

Clients actually put their lives
in the hands of... this?

Okay, first off, I was
very good at my job.

Says you.

Secondly, my clients
were assigned to me,

so they didn't really
have a choice.

Oh, I know the feeling.

And thirdly...
Third.

Thirdly, everyone knows

that public defenders are the
rebel of the legal profession.

Rebel without
a due process clause? Ha!

Kensi just made a legal funny?
Is that what that was?

How you feeling right now?
Pretty proud of yourself?

You know what?
I'll give it to you.

Touché.

Touché!
Yeah.

(laughs)

Wow.

Whoever killed Stuart Westridge

hit his jugular
and both carotid arteries.

Either they got lucky, or

they knew exactly
what they were doing.

Yeah, he bled out immediately.

Didn't even have a chance
to call for help.

Yeah, certainly not
with a severed windpipe.

LAPD tested.
No fibers, no fingerprints.

Car came up clean.

Which means

the person
who did this came prepared.

Police did find his
gun and his wallet.

So robbery wasn't a motive.

Killer was a pro.

Motivation is somehow connected
to Lieutenant Prietto.

Deeks, what if the Marine Corps
is trying to cover something up?

Rose.

Thanks for meeting with us.

Of course.

But Mrs. Prietto,
this won't be easy

for you to see.

I understand.
Is that him?

(Antonia gasps)

(sobbing)

ANTONIA: Did you perform
the autopsy?

No, but I can tell you...

I would like to speak

to the person
that performed the autopsy.

Of course.

It... doesn't weigh anything.

Oh, yes.

Bone and tissue account
for much of our body weight.

Once they've been removed,
we become significantly lighter.

Antonia, do you
need to sit down?

What do you mean,
"Once they've been removed?"

For the tissue donation.

My husband
wasn't a tissue donor.

He must have been.

Is this something
you two discussed?

Yes. He would never
have done that.

May I?

Bone's been replaced.

With PVC pipe probably.

Yeah.

SAM: So it looks like
nothing happened to him.

CALLEN: Then they
removed the skin,

but only underneath the arm.

SAM: Rose, was there
anything else removed?

Uh, I don't have his file...
Stop.

Just... stop.

Now do you understand

why I know
the Marine Corps is lying to me

about where he died?

Mrs. Prietto, we don't know
what this means yet.

Well, I do.

The Marines had the morgue strip
my husband's body,

so that they could hide what
happened to him in Afghanistan.

Rose, explain to me
how this could have happened.

How could a morgue
remove tissue

from someone who
didn't consent?

I have no idea.

We wouldn't
have done it without it.

Tissue doesn't have
the same time frame as organs,

and that's why it's performed
in a morgue,

but only when the deceased
is a donor.

(door opens)

Ian.

These NCIS agents
have some questions

about the prep you did
on Lieutenant Edwin Prietto.

The Marine from a few days ago?

Walk us through what you did
to Lieutenant Prietto's body.

Um... I performed an autopsy,

I extracted his tissue,
and then...

cleaned and prepped him
for the funeral home.

He's as meticulous as they come.

He would have
never removed tissue

unless the paperwork ordered it.

I thought
I was following his wishes.

Show us
Lieutenant Prietto's paperwork.

His file was just here
yesterday.

I-It listed him
as a donor, I swear.

(sighs)
Look...

No, you have to believe him.

IAN: Someone must
have taken it.

We got access to the morgue's
security footage?

Yep. This is Westridge
breaking in.

And then, two minutes later...

Must be Lieutenant
Prietto's missing file.

LAPD didn't find it
in Stuart Westridge's car.

CALLEN: Which means
the killer took it.

But why?

Ah, the million dollar question.

Nate.
(chuckles)

How are you?
Good.

Good to see you, man.
You, too.

Give me a hug. Hey.

Hi, Nate.

So... how are you guys?

We're great.
What brings you to town?

I'm actually here
Hetty's request.

For what case?

Nothing specific.

Oh, no.
Come on.

What? What?

SAM: Semiannual
psych evaluation.

DEEKS:
For him or for us?

For him. I'm fine.

Me, too. Never better.

I'm glad to hear it.
How about you, Kensi?

Really good.

Well, I promise
it will be painless.

Sorry, Nate. G and I

have to go, uh,
interview a CACO officer.

Right now.

Yeah, we have to go
search this place--

the dead investigator's
house... yeah.

See ya.

I'm not the enemy, you know!

They're a special bunch.

Kind of tough to
get through, but...

Oh, well... (clears throat)
One of these days.

What's going on
with you two?

What's-what's up?
Nell and I kissed.

This is... not happening.

ERIC:
I'm, uh, just

pretty sure that it was just
to get me in a pair of tights.

Just want to put it
out there, let you know.

Right.

DEEKS:
Preliminary report

on Mr. Westridge said that LAPD
didn't find anything here.

Well, maybe they
overlooked something.

Why? What do you got?

Holy Dewey Decimal System.
Looks like every

case Westridge ever worked on.

That's a lot of secrets
for one man to keep.

Mm.

And it looked like he used
to have even more.

Antonia Prietto's file-- empty.

Okay, so, there's no signs
of a forced entry,

which means whoever killed
Stuart stole his keys,

made his way over to his house,

and took the Prietto file
before LAPD showed up.

Along with his computer.

Well, maybe he was using one
of those cloud storage drives

or a-a backup thumb drive,
which means, if we find that,

we can figure out
what he was working on.

You know what this calls for?
KENSI: What?

(loud rhythmic footsteps)

KENSI:
What are you doing?

Last time I did this,
I almost found a nuclear bomb.

Are you kidding me?

(clears throat)

You know what this is,
Kensalina?

Wireless hard drive,
hidden... in plain sight.

Mr. Getz.
Hetty.

Thank you for inviting me back.
Oh, pish.

You know you're
more than welcome

whenever you're
in this time zone.

Mm-hmm.

So, what's the real reason
I'm here?

I mean, we both know it's not

to conduct mental health
checkups on the team.

Hmm. I thought
that was plausible.

Okay.

So I'm just a pawn in your game.

Well, I'm gonna

figure out exactly
what that game is.

Oh, don't you underestimate
the value of a pawn.

He's a soldier.

That was Mikhail's...

Achilles' heel.

M-Mikhail?

Gorbachev.

We had a standing game in
Moscow, whenever I was there.

Sometimes I let him win.

That was to help the Cold War...

stay cold.

Can't I at least be a rook?

Maybe like a... knight?

Something cool?

Someday.

But today...

you're my very tall pawn,

Mr. Getz.

Maybe a bishop?

You presented
Lieutenant Prietto's

initial death notification
to his widow?

Yes, sir.
You told her

he was killed somewhere
on the Pakistani border?

That's what was in the report.

Do you have a copy
of the paperwork

that was sent to the morgue?

You notice anything unusual
about Lieutenant Prietto's case?

No, sir.

Says here he was a tissue donor.

Do you know when
he filled this out?

Not for sure, but we
recently changed that form.

So he must have filled it out
a few months ago.

Maybe Prietto
had a change of heart.

Yeah, but why not tell his wife

if he know how important
it was to her?

Thank you, Captain.

We'll let you know if
we need anything else.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.
Sir.

You think the wife knows
something she's not telling us?

The body of an American Marine
was desecrated on our own soil.

Then a man was killed
investigating it.

Somebody's definitely
hiding something.

(electronic blipping)

NELL:
Guys, you need to see this.

ERIC: This hit the air
five minutes ago.

REPORTER: This is Kent Shocknek,
live in Los Angeles,

where a veterans support group
has informed us

that the body
of Lieutenant Edwin Prietto,

killed in Afghanistan,

was harvested for tissue at
the Los Angeles County Morgue.

His widow claims the Marines

ordered the extraction
to hide the true cause

of her husband's death.

A Navy spokesperson commented,
only to say

they are looking
into the matter.

Now, back to you.

Antonia went public
with her story.

So much for keeping
a lid on this.

This is bad, G.

We're either dealing
with a distraught widow

who's looking for answers

or a woman
with a whole other agenda.

HETTY:
Yes.

Yes, of course, Owen.

Granger?

You're absolutely right.

And Hetty's being nice?

HETTY:
Bye for now.

Hetty's always nice.

Granger, on the other hand,
is having a conniption.

Evidently this news
of Lieutenant Prietto

is rapidly turning into
a public relations nightmare.

So what do you want to do now?

Well, I think we have to find
out what the hell happened.

NELL:
We found something.

Well, technically,
Nate suggested it,

I researched it, and Eric
hacked the database but...

Lieutenant Prietto's unit is
still in combat in Afghanistan,

but another Marine was
injured the day he died.

He's recuperating at the
V.A. hospital here in Westwood.

He may be able to shed light on
what really happened over there.

Let's have Kensi and Deeks
pay him a visit.

We should go back
and talk to Ian Bruckhurst,

find the results
of that autopsy.

Why don't you two
work with Eric?

See if this has ever
happened before.

Ticktock.

Ticktock.

HETTY: Time to put
a little pressure on Ian.

Hey, Callen, wait up.

You got a minute
to check in?

How are things?

Good. Good.

How are...
things with you, Nate?

Great.
It's really good being back.

But, well, now that I'm not
around so much anymore,

I just wanted to make sure
you had someone to... talk to.

You and me both.

So you do want
someone to talk to.

You know what
I really want?

I want to meet somebody.

How did you do it?

How...?

Well, it's not really my area
of expertise, but, um...

I like to lay a foundation
first, you know?

Get to know them
as a friend.

That's exactly what I told him.

But how long, you know,
before you ask her out?

Oh, well, that depends.

Well, this time,
for instance.

This one was tricky--
it was, like...

three years.

Mm-hmm.
Wow.

I don't think I'd really have
the patience for that.

He really doesn't. Three years?

When she's the right one...

you will.

That's great.

Nate, thanks for the talk.

All right.
Thanks, guys.

And the psychologist
becomes the patient.

He never knew what hit him
until it was already over.

I hate it when he does that.

KENSI: Sergeant Charles, thank you
so much for talking with us.

If you need a break,
just let us know.

Oh, trust me,
I enjoy the company.

All I wanted in Afghanistan
was some privacy, but...

now that I'm here,
I'll talk to anybody.

Nurses all think I
got crushes on 'em.

Nothing wrong with that.
No.

So, what can you tell us
about the day you were wounded?

Not much.

My memory's spotty.
Doc says, uh,

it's 'cause of the head injury
and that it'll come back, but...

I wouldn't mind if I blocked
the whole thing out for good.

Do you remember
how Lieutenant Prietto died?

(sighs)
Sergeant, you okay?

Yeah, uh...

I didn't realize Lieutenant
Prietto didn't make it.

He was a good guy.

I'm sorry.

Do you remember anything
about your mission?

What you guys were doing

on the Pakistani border?

Pakistan?

Look, uh, I don't
remember much,

but if the Marine Corps said
we were there,

that's where we were.

I think I'll take
that break now.

I hit a nerve there.

Ian, a few more questions
for you.

Can it wait? I'm a
little busy right now.

Only take a second.
All right.

Hi.

Does he have to stand
behind me like that?

I do.

He does.

So, were you able
to determine the cause

of Lieutenant Prietto's death
from your autopsy?

Yes. It was a single
bullet wound.

Entered under the left axilla,

traversed
through the pericardium,

severed his spinal cord.

What can you tell us
about the bullet?

Not much.

Fragmented on impact
with his vertebrae.

Probably impossible to trace
to a specific weapon.

Or to know if that's
what actually killed him.

Did you notice anything unusual

about the way
Lieutenant Prietto died?

Exposure to chemicals,

substances in his bloodstream,
anything like that?

No.

His-his cause of
death was consistent

with the Marine Corps'

casualty report.

Okay.

Make sure Mrs. Prietto gets a
copy of your autopsy results.

I will.

And I'll also apologize
for whatever mistake was made.

Okay.

Good morning...

and welcome to the Fairfield
Manor Funeral Home,

where we acknowledge a life

and cherish a memory.

How can I help you?

We would like to speak
to your director

about Lieutenant Edwin Prietto.

Please come with me.

You can wait in here.

Um, but don't touch anything,
for obvious reasons.

I'll go get him now.

Nothing creepy about

this place at all.

I think it's got character.

Yeah. Pretty sure I saw

that fountain in
the Serial Killers Digest.

(clears throat)

David Lerner?
Yes.

I'm happy
to discuss Lieutenant Prietto,

but we're still waiting
on his body.

The Marines delivered him
directly to the morgue.

But didn't Mrs. Prietto hire you
to arrange the burial?

We have a relationship
with the CACO office

because we offer
at-cost funerals

for fallen servicemen
coming home to Los Angeles.

Were you aware that Lieutenant
Prietto was a tissue donor?

No, I was not.

Hmm. We may have

to do some additional cosmetic
work before the viewing.

Well, apparently, Mrs. Prietto
wasn't aware of that, either.

Ah. I see.

It-It's entirely possible
he decided to become a donor

after seeing his fellow
servicemen wounded in combat.

Regardless, we will
do whatever we can

to help Mrs. Prietto
through the grieving process.

Thank you.

We will contact you if we have
any further questions.

DEEKS:
Thank you so much.

Eric, what's up?

You've had the investigator's
hard drive for almost an hour.

I'm sorry.

Someone had some really pungent
sauerkraut for lunch,

and it's throwing
me off my game.

(computer beeps)
Okay, we're in.

Good.

All right, open the last folder
Stuart accessed.

Let's see what
he was working on.

He just updated
this one yesterday.

Hours before he was killed.

Those look like
surveillance photos.

Eric, can you enlarge those?

(blipping)

NELL:
That's Rose.

No, that-that can't be right.

I mean, we know Rose, right?

She's... she's a friend.

Who just became a
person of interest.

Hetty, we don't know what
these photos mean.

Oh, except that a private
investigator, who's dead,

was looking into Rose.

He was hired to investigate
what happened

to Lieutenant Prietto
in Afghanistan.

Why would he be interested
in Rose?

Maybe he thought that she was
responsible for harvesting

Lieutenant Prietto's tissue.

The only one way to be sure
is to ask her.

Slow down, Mr. Callen.

I think I'd like Mr. Getz
to take the lead in this.

You want me to question Rose?

But... I know her.

Is-Isn't that a conflict?

An NCIS agent will question
a person of interest.

Nothing more.

I don't know how comfortable
I am interrogating Rose.

Now, that's your word,
Mr. Getz, not mine.

CALLEN:
Nate,

the only way to clear her name
is to get answers.

Just talk
to her like a friend.

It's your move, Mr. Getz.

I guess it's time
to play the pawn.

You have your assignment.

Is this the real reason
you brought in Nate?

Mr. Hanna, you know
I don't kiss and tell.

Hmm.

(laughing):
Oh.

So this is where
the magic happens.

(laughs)

Something like that.

Oh... Is anyone else here,
or is it just us?

Ah.

Or are we on camera?

Wait, am I gonna meet Hetty?

I-I doubt
you'll meet Hetty today.

She's off...

playing chess.

Oh. Cool.

Come here.

ROSE:
Okay. Hmm.

Oh, this is stark.

Yeah.

Oh... (laughs)

It's our interrogation room.

So we're definitely
on camera now.

Hi, Mom.

(laughs)

Rose, could you please
take a seat for a minute?

You're acting so formal.

I need to ask you
a few questions.

Questions like,
what's my favorite movie?

Or questions like...

"Where were you the evening
of November fourth?"

(laughs)

Somewhere in between, but...

a little closer
to the second one.

What?!

You...

You're interrogating me?

Nate, do you think
I had something to do

with what happened
at the morgue?

Please sit.

(sighs)

(sighs)

What is this? Wha...?

Where did you get these?

These photographs were taken

by the investigator
Antonia Prietto hired...

who's now dead.

Well, um...

why am I
in these pictures?

I was hoping you
could tell me that.

(door opens)

Huh. So...

this is Rose's place.

I would've thought
it would be more flowery.

I feel icky
just being here.

She's our friend.

How do you think
Nate feels?

Have you ever had to interrogate
someone you're close to?

Oh, yeah.

One time,
there was this, uh...

this banker-- she was wearing
this sweet pantsuit.

Very repressed,
but I got her to, uh...

Not talking about role playing.

Oh.
Oh.

(laughs)

Kens?
Yeah.

It's gonna be fine. It's Rose.

I know.

And the investigator
was probably going

to tail everybody that
works at the morgue anyway.

Exactly. This is just
a formality.

Deeks?

Yeah?

I found Lieutenant
Prietto's morgue file.

Hello, Rose.

You found it!

Yeah.
On your dining room table.

What?!

Well, I don't know
how it got there.

Please tell me you can give us
something better than that.

Callen, I had nothing to do

with preparing
Lieutenant Prietto's body.

There's no reason
his file would be in my house.

Wait-- you went
through my house?!

(huffs)

You brought me here so
they could go through my stuff?

Rose, it's not like that.

It's just...
What?

It's my job.

SAM:
If you had nothing to do with

Lieutenant Prietto, why'd
you sign his paperwork?

I didn't process this,

and-and that is not
my signature.

Look, Nate...

(sighs)

Here's the receipt
for Sprinkles.

Sprinkles?

It's a cupcake place.

Nate took me
to dinner last night,

so I treated for dessert.

Can I see
your driver's license?

(sighs)

She's telling the truth.

It-It's pretty
close, but...

that is not her signature
on this file.

Eric and Nell found something.

Eric, you want to tell 'em
what you found?

Nell and I combed

through the County Morgue
files, like you asked.

In the last 18 months,
there's been a spike

in the number of tissue donors.

They weren't all military,

but each one was disease-free
when they died,

and buried by the Fairfield
Manor Funeral Home.

And Ian Bruckhurst's name

is on all their morgue
transfer orders.

So Ian and the funeral
home were working together.

Yeah, stealing tissue
from dead bodies,

and then turning around

and selling them
on the black market.

And Lieutenant Prietto
wasn't the only one.

Eric, I need you to trace
Ian Bruckhurst's cell for me.

Way ahead of you.

He's at 4372 Santa Monica
Boulevard.

NELL: That's the Fairfield
Manor Funeral Home.

How do you want
to play this?

With a little help.

Okay.

(clears throat)

Good afternoon
and welcome

to the Fairfield Manor
Funeral Home,

where we acknowledge a life

and cherish a memory.

How may I help you?

Uh, my name is...
Beatrice Fitzpatrick.

A-And this is
my son Chester.

NATE: We need to make
arrangements

for...

Daddy.

Is the director available?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Please wait here
while I fetch him.

You remember Felix,
don't you, sweetheart?

I skinned him myself.

Please tell me
you're in character.

Hello. I'm David Lerner.

Uh, Mrs. Fitzpatrick?

Oh, yes, yes.

Uh, and this
is my son

Chester.

Your... son. Well.

Your father must've been
a very tall man.

Don't pretend
like you knew Daddy.

Oh, no, of course not.

Um, please follow me.

I would love to show you
the facility.

CALLEN:
Hetty, Nate,

keep him busy
until we find Ian.

A-And this is Felix.

He's... almost like
a second child to me.

I think we're good.

Kens, Deeks,

you're good to move in.

DEEKS:
Okay, that's a big oven.

And it's on.

I think someone's
in there.

Quick, check to see if it's
Ian before the face melts off.

You check to see if it's Ian
before the face melts off.

I don't want to.
I don't want to either.

Do it.
Not it!

Oh, son of a...

(breathes rapidly)

(shouting)

(clears throat)
Mm, that is not him.

Are you sure?
Yeah, no,

I'm absolutely
positively sure.

It's a woman who hopefully
died very peacefully

in her sleep-- yeah.

(sighs)

Okay.

are you doing?

(grunts)

He could be hiding.

From who? He doesn't know
we're looking for him.

Eric...
(over phone): Yep.

Please call Ian's cell phone.
I'm on it.

(ring tone chiming)

What'd I say?

You got me?
Mm-hmm.

(ringtone continues)
Uno, dos...

(groans)

That's all kinds of dead.

(ringtone chiming)

Guess their partnership
went south.

But we still don't know
what they were doing

with all the bone and tissue.

Then let's go find out.

So, Mrs. Fitzpatrick, now that
I have a better sense of Daddy,

uh, exactly what type of
service did you have in mind?

Well...

I've always envisioned
palominos galloping

alongside the procession.

And, um, doves.

Yes. Doves.

Uh, of course.

Um, that would be
our platinum package.

Wonderful choice.
It's very tasteful,

yet it has that certain panache.

CALLEN:
Yo!

You David Lerner?
Yes, but...

I am with a client right now.
If you wouldn't mind

stepping outside
for just a few minutes...

I do mind. You owe us money.

I am so sorry.

Look...
SAM: Listen.

Ian Bruckhurst owes us money,
but we can't find him,

He used you as collateral,

ergo, you owe us money,
and we're here

to collect.
HETTY: Yes, but you can't hold

this gentleman accountable
for someone else's debts.

Mummy's right.

Well, Mummy needs to mind
her own damn business.

This man owes us 45 large.

Whatever for?

You need to learn
when to shut your trap.

Shut my what?

Unless you want me to choke you
out with that dead dog

you got around your neck.

HETTY:
Excuse me!

I demand to know
what this is all about.

Oh, I'm sorry, shorty.

I-I don't kiss and tell.

I think I've heard
just about enough.

Chester...

we're leaving.

N-No. Mrs. Fitzpatrick,
please, I...

You ready to stop
playing games?

I don't know who
this Ian person is,

and I certainly don't
have $45,000 for you.

He told us all about your
little scam there at the morgue.

From what we hear,
you're rolling in it.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

We know all
about Lieutenant Prietto.

Well, who doesn't?
The guy's all over the news.

We know you stole his tissue,
and you did it

to about 50 other people, too.

Please, I...

All right, all right, but it was
maybe half that number at best.

Then you got our money.

I don't have 45 grand.

All I've got is Ian's cut.

We'll take it.

All right, just got to go
to the office and, um...

(sighs)

Now, these, I like.

This something I can reserve?

Port, arms!

Ready...

aim...

fire!

MAN:
Aim, fire!

(rifles firing)

Aim...

fire!

MAN:
Present...

arms!

(sighs)

We wanted to pay
our respects.

Thank you again.

I'm sorry for
the accusations,

but I knew something
wasn't right.

We're happy we could
help you find the truth.

I couldn't have said good-bye
to him without knowing.

You helped me find closure.

Well, your country owed you
and your husband that much.

I won't forget this.

Hey, Nate...

why don't you go talk to her?

Good luck, buddy.

Rose.
Hi, Nate.

Hi.

I knew you were innocent.

I had to ask you
those questions.

It's my job.

I know.

I hope you can forgive me.

Me, too.

Turns out a civilian
was forging paperwork.

He was checking the tissue
donor box on dead Marines

returning to Los Angeles.

And the funeral parlor would
reach out to the family,

then make sure the casket
got sent to the morgue.

At which point,
Ian would forge Rose's signature

and harvest the tissue.

The money must have
been worth their while.

It's a booming business.

And bone and tissue
from healthy bodies goes for...

$200,000 a pop.

Mm.

Mr. Granger pulled
a couple of strings,

learned that Lieutenant Prietto
was killed

in an ongoing
classified mission.

That's why the Marines
couldn't tell Antonia the truth

about how he died.

Would've compromised
the lives of too many Marines.

Huh.
How's Mr. Getz?

He's been better.

But he'll be fine.

Would you look in
on him, Mr. Callen?

And... give him this.

Tell him he earned it.

That's a good-looking chess set.

Mm.

And Mr. Hanna...

would you please take a seat?

I just want to commend you

on your undercover
performance yesterday.

Your words sounded
quite genuine.

(wry laugh)

Thank you, Hetty.

Mm-hmm.

I hope you're not upset.

I'm sensing some hostility here.

Oh, Mr. Hanna...

I'm just getting started.

What do you mean by "Shorty"?

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