NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 14 - Kill House - full transcript

In Reynosa, Mexico, an elite US joint special-ops team makes a raid to capture Luis Cisneros, who has taken over the Molina drug cartel, and who has cooperated with the Hezbollah; due to a leak, however, the team walks into an ambush; Granger tasks the Callen team to pinpoint the breach. Eric and Nell narrow the field of suspects to a group of civilian tactical role players (TRPs), who, under Inman, posed as the bad guys during the drills to prepare for the raid; the fearless foursome go undercover as another elite team to become close to the TRPs; during the first exercise the TRPs kick the team's tails; the second drill becomes real, and one TRP dies. Granger takes Inman to the boatshed, and G and Sam realize that Granger and Inman share something in the past; Nell goes into the field to do some work, and the others lose contact with her; she gets into trouble, but she defeats her captor; the team put all the pieces together and grab Cisneros, and Nell accepts an apology.



Animal.

Both tangos in Echo-1 are down.

Perimeter is covered.

See you fellas
on the other side.

Roger that, Cowboy.

It's a trap.
Abort, abort.

Move, move, move!

Cowboy, abort! Repeat, abort!

♪ NCIS: LA 4x14 ♪
Kill House
Original Air Date on February 5, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==





You know what?

This is an open-plan
workspace.

What are you doing?

Hitting reset.

Getting a fresh perspective.

Good morning! If you...
What are you... No, no.

No. What are you doing?
You can't do that.

You can't just sit
in another man's desk.

We're a team.

One for all and all for one.

This is an open-plan workspace.

That's like sleeping
with a man's girlfriend.

Actually, it's not anything like
sleeping with his girlfriend.



Hey, is that for me?

What the crap?

What...

what the hell is that?

It looks like a box full
of Mind-Your-Own-Damn-Business.

That's clever.
You know what else is clever?

Me, Googling the return address.
Watch and learn.

Isn't that against the law,
Deeks?

We are the law. Besides,

we're a team, right? All
for one and one for all

and whatever you said before.

Hi.

What you doing there?

Me?

Nothing. I was just...

Got a box and I was keeping

the open-plan workspace flow...
I don't...

He was clocking
the return address.

He was gonna Google it.

No, that's not true.
I wouldn't Google it

'cause that's illegal
and we're the law.

Whatever happened to privacy?

We got to get back to basics.
We do.

No more secrets,

no more hidden agendas,
no more suspicions.

You know, we got
to embrace each other.

That's right. What's in the box?

Mind your own damn business.

Good call.

What's in the box?!

Maybe one day I won't be
the rain on your parade,

but today's not it.

Let's go.

Video is helmet cam footage
from Reynosa, Mexico.

0600 today.
The home of Luis Cisneros.

He took over the Molina Cartel.

Built it back into an empire.

He also helped Hezbollah

set up training camps
south of our border.

Joint Special Operations Command

sent an elite unit
to capture him.

But it turned into an ambush.

Cisneros knew they were coming.

Somebody had to leak the intel.

The ambush was a symptom,
the intel leak is the disease.

JSOC put all its ops on hold
until we pinpoint the breach.

You have to have
Top Secret clearance

to know about an op
like this.

That'll narrow the list
of suspects.

We cross-referenced people
with clearance

against JSOC employees.

We stuck to those involved
with the Cisneros op,

and we ended up with the
mission's tactical role players.

Who?

Civilian contractors

who role-play the enemy
during training.

TRPs.

So they mimic bad guys?

They're not part of the standard
military curriculum.

Only elite units
have budgets

for this type of training.

These are the
tactical role players

who simulated Cisneros
and his men

during prep
for last night's raid.

I know guys who
contracted them

to train
for a counter-terrorist op.

After a month
in their kill house,

Al Qaeda was a walk in the park.

These aren't your
run-of-the-mill

civilian contractors.

They're ex-military,

former pro fighters,
martial artists.

Guys with a special affinity
for violence.

I want a closer look.

Undercover op
has been authorized.

You'll be
a SpecOps unit prepping

for another raid on Cisneros.

So we're gonna go train
with guys

that make Al Qaeda look like
a walk in the park?

This isn't exactly going
to the gym for a pickup game.

I've done this kind
of high-risk training before.

Guys get injured,
some of them get killed.

We knew it was a possibility.

It's the only way
to get close enough

to see if they're the leak.

Rain on our parade?

More like
a freaking tsunami.

If it seems like

the TRPs are trying
to murder you,

it means they're doing
their job right.

Do we get a safety word?

What do you think?

I was hoping
for a "yes""

This isn't one
of your bondage sessions, Deeks.

She's kidding, but if you
hear me yell "noodles""

that means I'm in trouble.

If I hear you yell "noodles,"
I'm gonna shoot you myself.

The only way to get through this
in one piece

is to work as a team.

You'll be using

weapons that have been modified
to fire Simunitions.

Sims.

Real bullets
with paint-filled tips

that explode on impact.

In the kill house,
we treat everything

like a live encounter;
we respond at full speed.

That means punches,
kicks, guns, knives.

Great. That means we can break
in my new training blades.

No edge, but, uh,
they'll leave a mark.

Just to clarify,

this ain't paintball.

I've never
allowed myself

to be shot by one of those.

Mr. Deeks, I advise you
to do the same.

Good luck.

The TRPs are waiting.

No welcoming committee?

Training protocol.

Keep the good guys
and bad guys separate.

TRPs simulate
hostile combatants.

We will treat them accordingly.

Ja, crush your enemies,

see them driven before you,

hear the lamentations
of their women.

Conan the Barbarian?

What? The three of you
don't have

a monopoly
on kicking ass.

They've got a closed-circuit
camera network.

Your button-cams
will be our eyes.

Roger that, Eric.

I wish we had more time to train
Kensi and Deeks before this.

They're about to get tossed
into the deep end.

We'll be there
to help them swim.

I feel like we've been
invited to the big boy table.

You nervous?

No.

Maybe a little.

That's okay.

Me, too.

Let's gear up.

You, uh, got any pregame cheer
for us, coach?

Trust your training.

Your unit has 90 seconds

to secure sensitive
computer technology

located inside the kill house.

Commencing in three, two, one.

Let's do what we do.

Clock's ticking. Split up.

Clear it room by room.

Isolate Mr. Callen's button-cam.

Laptop's secure.

The drill should be over.

No, don't kill me!
Don't kill me!

Let go of the girl!
No!

Best of the best, huh?

Somewhere, Granger is laughing.

Can't hear it.

We're dead.

Oh! It's not as bad
as getting shot for real,

but I would rather
get thrown

down a flight of steps
into a wall, which--

in case anybody's wondering--
also happened to me today.

Is that when you yelled,
"Noodles"?

No. Maybe.

Could have been
a reflex reaction.

I can't believe we lost.

Our mission objective
wasn't clear.

Was it secure
the computer technology,

or rescue the hostage?

If we learn from it and come
back stronger, it's not a loss.

That was definitely a loss.

Might even qualify
as an ass-whipping.

Difference of opinion.

What would Luis Cisneros
call it?

Talk pretty tough
for a civilian.

They're antagonizing the
TRPs to get reactions.

Reactions reveal
personality traits.

Traits we'll use to build
suspect profiles for this case.

Hey, the paint doesn't lie.

Your team fell apart.

- You got smoked.
- Does anybody want

to put a leah on him before
we go another round right here?

Somebody's a poor loser.

You take it this bad
when you got cut

from the cheerleading
squad, too?

What part are you
role-playing now, huh?

Team super douche?

How's that working out for you?

Loved your little fun house,
by the way.

That was a treat.

It didn't help your last team,
either.

Stow it, Parish.

His name is Chad Parish.

He's only been with the team
for two months.

Former San Diego
SWAT officer.

Discharged due to
insubordination.

You were dead the moment
that you split up.

Fragmented force.

All we did was sit
and wait for you

to show us how you
wanted to be killed.

Your mission
objective was clear.

Secure the computer technology.

The computer technology
was the hostage.

A human asset.

The laptop was just a laptop.

We were set up to fail.

I like to think of it
as being set up to learn.

Let's break down
the footage.

You entered
to clear the house...

What do we have on this man?

His name is David Inman.

He's a former
Force Recon Marine.

Holds a master's degree
in Philosophy.

He began submitting bids

for TRP contract work
five years ago,

and he's the group leader.

Anomalies in his service record?

Nothing so far.

Well, keep looking.

Everybody's got a weak spot.

You just have to keep
cutting away until you find it.

Talk me through it.

The drill was over.

That thinking
changed your mindset.

Triggered a de-escalation
of force.

We took a beat to transition

from assault
to hostage rescue mode.

That beat was a lapse
in team unity.

I am seeing

four separate operators,
not a team.

Inman's single,
no immediate family.

In fact, all the TRPs are
Parish.

You hesitated.

You let us inside
your reactionary gap.

Game over.

Same thing

probably happened to the unit

Cisneros wiped out in Mexico.

Enough.

We're going off-site

for the next session.

Location and objective
will be uploaded

to your cell phones.

Okay, Parish lives
with his wife in Los Feliz.

Medical records indicate
she's three months pregnant.

Parish mentioned Cisneros
twice back there.

Wasn't by accident.

He was watching to
see how we'd react.

Clearly trying to push our
buttons, get a read on us.

Maybe he's the one
who leaked the intel.

Or maybe he knows who did
and wants a way out.

File says he's
got a baby coming.

New mouth to feed could
be financial motivation.

It could also be a
reason to stay clean.

We got to separate him
from the rest of the TRPs,

have a talk.

Parish was right
about one thing.

They kicked our asses in there.

Inman picked us apart
during the debrief.

These guys are high-speed.

What's wrong?

Well, my spleen, a couple
vertebraes, for starters.

And then there's death,
taxes, babies on airplanes.

You want a massage?

Yes.

Oh. What about Sam and Callen?

They may think
it's inappropriate,

open-plan,
workspace behavior,

but I do have a little bit
right here.

It's just really tight.

If you want to just get that...

I now see

that you're-you're mocking me,
but I don't really care,

'cause I have this knot.
If you could just maybe

get a thumb in there?

Aah! Fraggle Rock.

What was that?

A distraction injury.

See, now you don't
feel the knot.

So you were doing me
a favor then?

Was that the plan there?

'Cause, uh...
yeah, no, that still hurts.

I recognize this place.

They closed it
a year ago.

Looks like they papered
over the windows.

Yeah, JSOC contracted Inman and
his guys to modify the layout.

It matches
Cisneros' favorite restaurant.

All right, now, guys,
our objective is

to enter the building,
locate the role-player Cisneros,

and take him alive.

How do we recognize him?

Red tactical vest.

What do we do
after we snatch him?

Move him to our vehicle

and get the hell out of Dodge.

Target will have security,
same as the real thing.

The TRPs may throw us
some curves,

so, expect the unexpected.

Let's do it.

Hey.

Let's forget about the
kill house this morning.

As far as any of us are
concerned, it never happened.

Seriously?
Thought you were gonna go

all Vince Lombardi on it.
That's all we get?

Okay.

Let's do it.

I'll be right with you.

Noncombatant,
civilian role-players.

No casualties.

Target acquired.
Sam's eleven o'clock.

Oh, my God, they've got guns!

Deeks?

With pleasure.

Stay down!

Deeks, move!

Yeah!
Go!

Get out!

Move!
Go! Go!

Parking lot!

Get in there.

In. Go.

We got a problem?

Car won't start.

Key doesn't work.

Got to go now!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

They swapped the vehicle.

Cover your eyes!

Go!
Go! Move!

Tear gas? Seriously?

Medic!

Medic! Medic!

Get this mask off me.

Cut me loose. Take 'em off.

What happened?

It's one of
our guys.

This is real, G.

Talk to me, Inman.

What is it?

It's Parish.

He's dead.

LAPD thinks we're a JSOC unit
here on a training exercise.

Parish suffered a broken neck
from a bad fall.

Accident or murder?

We won't know till we get
a closer look at the scene.

But even if Inman's crew was
behind it, we still need proof.

Eric, I want to see the video
cameras from this restaurant.

Mm, closed-circuit network,
no access.

But there might be a solution.

I'll keep you guys posted.

Inman's guys
could make foul play

look like a fatal slip and fall.

I mean, the military hires them
to deceive elite SpecOps units.

They could do this
with their eyes closed.

Well, looks like
Parish wasn't the leak.

Or he was the leak,

and Inman wanted
to take care of it internally.

If you want
to get rid of Parish,

you doing it right here and now
makes the perfect alibi.

How are you
holding up?

My guys are shaken
up pretty badly.

I mean, I'm shaken up, too.

Parish wasn't the most
popular guy in the tribe,

but he was still one of us.

Is this the first man
you've lost?

In training, yeah.

We're cutting this
contract short.

I want to see what
LAPD turns up,

and then, I'm gonna conduct
my own investigation

before going back to work.

I'm sorry.
We understand.

Command will find another
TRP unit for your training.

And for the record,
I hope that you nail Cisneros.

Those men he killed
were friends of mine.

Kens?
Yeah?

Why don't you and Deeks take
the SUV and follow him?

See where he goes.

What about you guys?

We have a crime scene to work.

Okay.

On it.

Well, good.

Yeah, I'll be in the boatshed
in 20 minutes.

Bring him in.

Are you going to ask

or just wait for me to melt
under your Gorgon stare?

Men don't melt
under Gorgon stares.

They turn to stone.

So, who are you bringing in?

David Inman.

If he knows
we're investigating him,

it compromises our mission.

This mission was compromised

the moment Parish
got his neck broken.

Jenna.

Hey.
Hi.

Inman came straight
to Parish's house.

Consoling
Parish's wife,

who is now a widow

and three months
pregnant.

It's going to take
a while.

Kens?

Yep?

What's in the box?

This again?

Fine. You don't want me to ask,
I'll stop asking.

I don't care.
I don't need to know.

No, I just think you're
very curious, that's all.

Because you keeping
building it up so much.

Exactly. What's to say it won't
be a big disappointment?

Well, at least
then we'll know.

Kens.

What's in the box?

No. The stakes
are too high.

You know it's not going to
change anything, right?

We're still talking
about the box, right?

It's almost as if you
sent it to yourself

so we could have this
exact conversation.

Oh, my God,
you're diabolical.

You did send it to
yourself, didn't you?

Get away from me!

Jenna!

Looks like that
didn't go over well.

Yeah, it usually doesn't.

Yeah.

All right, we gotta talk to her
while it's still fresh.

Yeah, if she's angry
at Inman,

it's the perfect time
to ask for her help.

I should have
hit him harder.

Jenna Parish?

Yeah?

NCIS.

We're investigating
your husband's death.

We need to know

everything about your
husband and these TRPs.

Maybe it'd help prove that
his death wasn't an accident.

Chad was the black sheep
of that group.

Not because of his skills.

It was his personal life.

Him and me.

What do you mean?

How many of Inman's guys
are married?

How many of them have kids?

Right. None of them.

All they care about
is their so-called tribe.

And when they're not
training the military,

they're training each other
20 hours a day.

There's always
a new skill to learn

or a new scenario to design.

The way of the warrior.

You can relate to them.

Yes, but we
also know

how much you
have to give up

to live that way,

and it doesn't seem
like your husband

was ready to
go that far.

Chad talked about
quitting every day,

but we needed the money.

Things were only
going to get worse

with their new
training center.

What new training center?

Inman's building some...

high-tech place in New Mexico.

Chad said that it was
Inman's dream project.

So, what have you guys found
so far?

Well, we got six cameras
in this room

that may or may not
have been active

during the training run.

Now, we're thinking that Parish
could have been murdered

because he didn't want to go
along with leaking intel.

If there's footage,

we need to see it.

Parish died right there.

Body wasn't moved.

Well, then it may not matter

whether the cameras
were active or not.

Give me a second.

Maybe two.

Okay, so CCTV cameras

with 16-millimeter lenses.

That means 16-foot
widths of view

at 22.3 feet.

Can I ask you guys a question?

Go ahead.

Um, when do you stop
being afraid of...

you know, busting into places,
guns blazing?

When you trust your training.

That's easier said than done.

Back in the day,

Hetty flew in
an old friend of hers,

and, uh...

he didn't look like much,
didn't say much.

Then, one day, she told us
the truth about who he was.

He was a headhunter--
literally.

He descended from a
tribe of headhunters

in the Philippines.

The Kalinga.

His father trained him.

His grandfather
trained his father.

The way they fought
was passed down like that

for hundreds of years.

Everything they taught
was battle-tested.

The tribe spilled its blood
until they got it right.

That's why the Kalinga
have no fear.

He trusted his training.

When he drew
his weapon,

it wasn't just
with one hand.

10,000 hands
drew that weapon with him.

And Hetty flew
a Kalinga headhunter

to Los Angeles
to tell you guys that?

Maybe she did it
so we could tell you.

Hmm.

There is one camera blind spot
in this room.

Parish died in it.

We need proof he was murdered.

If I can access
the network directly,

I may be able to determine

who was closest to him
when he died.

It's Hetty.

Yeah?

Mr. Callen, you and Mr. Hanna
better get back here.

Why?

Assistant Director Granger
has taken

David Inman to the boatshed.

We're coming now.

Granger's about
to interrogate Inman.

Go through the camera footage.

Let us know what you find.

Okay.
All right?

Yeah, I'm on it.

What the hell is this?

Exactly what it looks like.

You actually think
that I had something to do

with Parish getting killed?

No, I don't.

Didn't anyone ever
tell you that a warrior

wouldn't be caught dead
in a tailored suit?

Yeah, you did,
long time ago.

Too long.

Good to see you again,
Granger.

You, too, pal.

Is this an interrogation
or a date?

Inman's former Force Recon.

Force Recon was Granger's
unit of choice

for black ops.

What's up, Callen?

Eric, run
a deeper search

on Inman's
military record.

Look for any connection
to Granger,

no matter how tangential.

I have a hunch
we'll find something.

Do tell.

Granger was here when we ran

the first series
of background checks

on the tactical role players.

He singled out Inman

and specifically asked
if we found any anomalies

in his military history.

Making sure his own ass
was covered.

Two months of Inman's service
has been heavily redacted.

Time frame coincides
with a mission

that Granger ran in Iran.

You want to do the honors?

With pleasure.

Yeah?

I have a question.

You got ten seconds
before I walk in there

and ask you face-to-face.

Excuse me.

What was your question?

Why the hell
didn't you tell us

you were friends
with Inman?

Because your team thinks
I'm public enemy number one,

and I wanted you to investigate
him with an unbiased

point of view.
That's no excuse.

If you weren't public enemy
number one before,

you're getting pretty close.

Have I ever pulled
rank on you guys?

'Cause that's what
I'm doing right now.

So, both of you,
have a seat,

keep watching.

Just might learn something.

I found Inman's new facility.

That was fast.

Jenna Parish
told you

that it was being built
in New Mexico, so I took

the square footage
of the kill house

that you trained
in today,

and I calculated the
size of the biggest

and best facility
that money could buy.

There's got to be a lot
of properties that match that.

Three, to be exact.

Uh, two are for tract housing,

but the third
is constructing both indoor

and outdoor shooting ranges,
and being paid for

entirely with cash.

So far, Inman has
sunk in $2.3 million.

There's no way his military
contract work could cover that.

Who's bankrolling it?

That's where the trail ends.

We both know
you didn't have

anything to do with
Parish's death.

Accidents are a fact of life
in high-risk training.

You understand.

You know what it's like
to get your hands dirty.

Cisneros knew an American
unit was coming for him.

Who do you
think told him?

I don't know.

Like I said, those men who died
were good friends of mine.

I'm going to level
with you, Inman.

That team you trained
today were my people.

I ordered them to keep
that information from you.

Something about them felt off.

After the Cisneros op went bad,

JSOC wasn't going to give you
a new contract,

but I vouched for you.

Told them you were
the best team out there.

Wasn't a lie.

I needed you
to get my people sharp.

They're deploying soon.

That's what I was trying
to do out there today.

Yeah, well, you blew it, Inman.

Granger, come on...
Shut up!

I vouched for you,
and now we got a dead TRP.

I have solid intel
about where Cisneros

is going to be in 72 hours,

but thanks to this,

I don't have a team
prepared to go after him.

I didn't even see what happened.

I was outside.

Granger doesn't know
where Cisneros is going to be.

He's playing Inman the
same way he played us.

Granger's betting
that Inman

will leak that
intel to Cisneros.

Granger's a son of a bitch.

Yeah, but he's
a tricky son of a bitch.

What, Eric?

Granger may not know
where Cisneros is, but we do.

TSA at John Wayne Airport
just reported a businessman

passing through immigration
using a Brazilian passport.

The biometric scans
match up with Cisneros.

He's too good to trip an alert.

When does a guy
of that caliber get sloppy?

When he's in a hurry.

Cisneros is in Los Angeles?

Yeah.
Who's watching Inman?

I cut him loose.

Left enough overwatch
residue on him

to spot him from outer space.

Confirmed. We've got Inman,
and he's on the move.

Told you
you might learn something.

Let's get back to Cisneros.

He's in L.A.,
and he's moving quickly enough

to let his tradecraft slip. Why?

Well, the TRPs
were told that they

were training us
to take a shot at him.

Could be related to that.

Guys, Inman's headed back

to the TRPs'
kill house facility.

The TRPs have broken ground

on a state-of-the-art
compound in New Mexico.

We also know
that they have paid

for their services in cash.

And this is cash
they shouldn't have

unless it's coming
through the black market

from a guy like Cisneros.

If Parish wasn't on board
with the intel leak,

then Inman's plan was at risk.

Okay, we've seen these guys'
profiles-- they're tight.

If one of them is in on it,
they probably all are.

We still have to prove
that Inman killed Parish.

Has Nell found any evidence
on the TRPs' camera network?

I haven't heard from her.

Well, get her on the
phone right now.

She should have
checked in by now.

Come on. Pick up.

Nell, pick up.

Her cell phone's off-line.

We left Nell in that restaurant.

What if Inman's guys found her?

Then Cisneros has a chance

to acquire something
bigger than intel--

a human asset.

Just like the
first exercise.

Inman thinks we're a unit
assigned to find Cisneros.

If he had a chance to snatch
one of our team members...

You don't think...

He's got Nell.

Escalades... suits, AKs.

Fits the profile of
the Molina Cartel.

If Inman's got Nell, he won't
let her out of his sight.

He's definitely
still in there.

Roger that.

If Ms. Jones is harmed

because you let Inman go...

I'm not the one who decided
to send her into the field.

That's on you.

Guys... all that matters now
is getting her back safely.

The long guns stay here.

Those kill house
walls are paper-thin.

5.56 rounds would turn 'em
into Swiss cheese.

Can't afford to lose Nell
to friendly fire.

Then we get surgical.

Blades and sigs.

Okay, you guys couldn't
see it from up there,

but she definitely had
a twinkle in her eye

when she said that.

We got the cartel guys
plus the five TRPs.

Remember how
they operate--

wait for us to make
the obvious choices,

then they knock us
off-balance.

We're not gonna
overpower 'em,

we outsmart 'em.

They'll be expecting us.

Take 'em quietly.



Inman, we got company.

Go, go, go.

You good?

Yeah.

Ready?
Yep, go.

Nell's got to
be upstairs.

Really, a machete?

Inman?

Inman, is that you?

Come here.

Luis Cisneros?

Turn around.

Where's Inman?

Where's Inman?!

He has the girl.

Inman, don't move.

I don't have a shot.

I don't either.

Do you?

I didn't think so.

Inman.

Your move.

No, it's not.

You okay?

Yeah.

That has got to be the
first and last time

a hostage has ever de-magged
her captor during a standoff.

That was awesome.

How'd you do that?

I trusted my training.

Come here.

You're never leaving
the Ops Center again, ever.

You know that, right?

I'm sorry, what do you mean?

Okay, maybe that was
a little dramatic.

No, that was very dramatic,
Mr. Beale.

It's just that...

we make a good team.

We make an awesome team.

But I don't know, what if I do?

Do what?

Leave Ops some day.

It's not happening
any time soon.

I have a long way to go
before I can keep up

with guys like Callen and Sam,
but it's...

You're gonna
get your chance.

And when you do,

I'll be the first one
to tell you to take it.

Drama queen.

Me?

Come on.

Some tea, Mr. Callen?

It's over.

I'm afraid you'll have
to be more specific.

Granger and us.

He almost got Nell killed today.

As much as I'd like
to blame him,

it wasn't entirely his doing.

I still don't want him
around my team.

Your team?

Our team.

You know,
you look at Owen Granger,

and you see
a ruthless manipulator.

I look at him,

and I see a man who's spent
so many years alone

he's forgotten
how to ask for help.

It's hard to find good friends
in our line of work.

It's hard to find them anywhere.

Good night, Hetty.

Good night, Mr. Callen.

I wasn't honest
with all of you today.

And while the realities
of my job prevent me

from giving you my word
it'll never happen again,

I'm sorry it put your team
at risk.

Fair enough.

It's not really our place

to accept that apology,
though, is it?

No, it's not.

Nell?

Your call.

It's all good.

Good.

She's got the Gorgon stare.

I want to come
down here more often.

Nothing like
a good open-plan workspace.

Exactly.

Couldn't agree more.
Yeah, okay.

Bring the box?
Yeah.

Let's go.
No, I'm okay, actually.

Stop.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

All good, indeed.