NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 15 - History - full transcript

Dean, a fugitive terrorist who disappeared in 1973, stumbles in from a woods, collapses, and dies of a stab wound; G and company investigate; the team find the pieces and fit them together; they find also explosives and one more bad guy.

The Chumash Indians told tales

of large, hairy creatures
who roam these woods.

We're in
the Angeles National Forest,

and tonight,
we'll try to find one.

I'm Brad Ross,

and you're watching
Bigfoot Hunters.

Cut.

What was wrong with that one?

Give me more.

Less is more.

In cheesy paranormal shows,
less is less.



You are not David Attenborough.

I have a degree in biology.

And I used to work on Survivor.

So I guess
we're both slumming it.

All right, just do
the damn intro again.

Let's get on with it.

I'm freezing my butt off.

The Chumash Indians told tales

of large, hairy creatures
that roamed...

What was that?

Shh.

Let's find out. Come on.

Uh, uh, wait.

Hey, over there.



Holy...

♪ NCIS: LA 4x15 ♪
History
Original Air Date on February 19, 2013

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Al-Qaeda has a base
on the moon now?

My daughter's school
is doing

a living history book.

All the parents are dressing up
as historical figures

and talking
about their accomplishments.

And you're going
as Neil Armstrong.

Nah, Guy Bluford.

First black astronaut in space.

Sorry.

The only black astronaut I know
is Lando Calrissian.

This job keeps me too busy
to do all the things

I'd like with my daughter,
so I'm gonna go all out

and make her feel special.

Nice.

I want her to think

I'm the coolest dad there.

I called in a favor
and got a real space suit.

That's a real space suit?

Mike Collins wore it.

Mike... Who's Mike Collins?

First lunar mission.

He's the guy who stayed
up in the command module

while Armstrong
and Aldrin walked on the moon.

You really know your astronauts.

You got to respect a man

who takes one for the team
like that.

Went 250,000 miles just to wait
in the car.

Can I try it on?
No, no, no, no, no, I don't want

your greasy mop contaminating
my nice, clean space helmet.

You're obviously jealous
of my beautiful, flowing locks.

Hey, will you sign this?

Yeah, of course. Who's it for?

Morgan, he's retiring.

Morgan?

Which-which one's Morgan?

Um, I don't actually know.

Just sign it and pass it around.

Morgan, you will be missed.

Seems a little disingenuous.

I cannot wait to retire.

You know, you actually got
to do some work

before you can retire
from something, Deeks.

Just gonna sit on that beach
with my dog,

Monty Junior, Junior.

You know, just checking out
the lady birds in their bikinis.

See, you're only young once,
but you can be immature forever.

Preach it, sister.
What about you?

After my second term
as president...

Your second term?

No way she's a one-termer.

No way. Two terms.

After my second term
as president,

I am going to retire
and run my non-profit.

Oh, yeah? What's your cause?

Getting creeps
off our nation's beaches.

See, somebody's got to protect
those girls in bikinis

from leering octogenarians
such as Deeks.

I'll see you there.

Sam, what about you?

I'm just gonna take it easy,

watch my grandkids
play football.

What if your grandkids
are girls?

Under the Blye administration,
girls are gonna play football.

They could...

Don't make a wide receiver joke.

Furthest thing from my mind.

What about you, G?

I would never make
a wide receiver joke.

Thank you.
Tight end, maybe.

No, retirement plans.

What about your private island?

Uh, yeah, I don't think my 401k

is gonna pay
for a private island.

It's from Morgan's
retirement party,

and we've got a case.

Is that a real space suit?

Yep.

Awesome.

See, children think it's cool.

Told you.

This is footage
from a television show

called Bigfoot Hunters.

They were filming in the Angeles
National Forest last night.

Bigfoot, seriously?

He prefers Sasquatch

'cause, uh,
Bigfoot's offensive,

Don't mock, Mr. Deeks.

During my second summit
up Everest,

I was hopelessly lost
in a blizzard

when I came face-to-face

with something
that only could have been

the legendary yeti.

What happened next?

What happened
next, Miss Blye,

is a story for another day.

Today we're focused

on the case at hand.

That is not Bigfoot.

Dean Albertson,
he'd been wanted for acts

of domestic terrorism
since the early '70s.

Albertson was a founding member
or the terrorist group

called "The GBP."

GBP?

Gun Barrel Party.

Named after something
Mao Tse-tung said.

"Political power grows
out of the barrel of a gun."

Right on, Mr. Callen.

The GBP was wanted for a string
of bombings

which took place
up and down the west coast

at police stations, courthouses,
and military bases.

Several of the members did time
on the FBI's Most Wanted list,

including Albertson.

His fingerprints
were found at the scene

of a 1973 explosion
at Naval Base San Diego.

Killed three sailors.

Albertson hadn't been heard
from since.

Any reason to think his death
is connected

to his former activities?

Well, we found this.

It's a manifesto claiming
that the Gun Barrel Party

plans to, quote,

"reemerge from the shadows
to attack institutions

"of American injustice
and fire the first shots

in a revolution that will bring
about our own Arab Spring."

So, if the GBP is coming back,
it's a...

Matter of national security.

It certainly
is, Mr. Hanna.

It certainly is.

The manifesto was posted

from a coffee shop
in the Valley,

so it could've been anyone
on their Wi-Fi.

If the Gun Barrel Party
is thinking

about making a comeback,

it's not gonna be easy to put
the band back together.

So there were eight
members of their group.

Albertson died last night.

Flatt went down in a shootout
with police 20 years ago.

Franklin, he died of cancer
in the '90s.

And these four all died
when bombs they were making

exploded at a cabin in Oregon.

Okay, so this guy's
the only one left.

So he's our number one suspect.

Not quite. Jim Mullins
is serving life at Oakville

for killing two people
during a bank robbery in 1979.

Well, we got to
start somewhere.

All right, Sam and I will go
visit Mullins, see what he knows.

Kensi, Deeks, why don't you
check out the crime scene?

See if LAPD missed anything.

All right,
I'll get my hiking boots.

Um, see, no.

See, this is...
this is not cool.

What's the problem, Deeks?

Crime scene's out in
the middle of the woods.

You know how I feel
about the woods.

You want to go to a prison?

Uh, actually, yeah.

Okay, I'll play you rock,
paper, scissors for it.

Seriously?
Why not?

All right, ready?

Boom! Kensi,
put on your prison shoes,

'cause we're going to prison.

Why are you celebrating?
Paper beats rock.

Paper beats rock?

Rock tears paper.

Since when?

Since always.

That's not how we played it.

Well, you were raised out here.

I play East Coast rules.

East Coast rules?

Yeah, step your game up.

Don't be a sore loser, Deeks.

All right, have fun at prison.

East Coast rules, really?

Don't worry,
it's all part of my plan.

What plan?

Pretend inferiority

and encourage his arrogance.

This was you
pretending inferiority?

That's classic Sun Tzu.

Since when do you read Sun Tzu?

Since Hetty gave me
The Art of War for Christmas.

Hetty also gave me an ancient
textbook for Christmas.

She did? What'd she give you?

I'm not gonna tell you.

She gave you Kama Sutra,
didn't she?

Come on, was it Kama Sutra?

Are you serious?

Please tell me
it's Kama Sutra.

Maybe we should start
a book club, just you and I.

Okay, so Albertson fell here.

What was he doing? Hiking?

Nothing good happens
this deep in the woods.

Out here, it's nothing but
banjo-playing rednecks

and mass murderers
in hockey masks.

Well, according
to the coroner's report

that Eric sent, the cause
of death was a heart attack.

So the knife didn't kill him?

Maybe he heard banjo music
and died of fright.

No, the knife did do it,
it just took a while.

It turns out the blade missed
all the important stuff

and nicked the pericardium.

Pericardium-- look at you.
Triple word score.

The blood filled the sack
around the heart.

Eventually pressure

caused cardiac arrest.
Ouch.

Yeah, that would explain why
there's no blood on the ground

and no splatter leading in.

So this guy could have been
walking for miles,

just looking for help.

What do you got there,
Pocahontas?

Albertson came from there.

Came from... what? Where?
Where are you going?

I am backtracking.

Finding out where he came from.

How can you even see his trail?

I am at one with nature.

Yeah, no, I'm one with nature.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Oh, come on!

People who are at one
with nature

do not step in number two.

That is so gross,
and this is so huge.

Maybe there is Bigfoot out here,

'cause I think I just stepped in
his poo.

No, it is not a Bigfoot.

That belongs to a black bear.

Wow, you really know your poo.

Wait, are there really bears
out here?

And mountain lions.

See, this is why
I don't leave the city.

Kens?

Kensi!

All right.

Open 3.

Sit down.

Well, it's been a while

since I had a couple pigs
visit me.

Clearly, since no one's used
the word "pig" since 1978.

Old friend of yours,
Dean Albertson, turned up

last night with a knife
sticking out of his chest.

Well, I'm pretty sure I got
a good alibi.

Me, too.

But an online manifesto claims

your former terrorist
organization's

making a comeback.

Maybe as a charter member,

they'll give me a break
on the dues.

You have anything to do with it?

What little computer time
I do get here

is pretty closely monitored.

You check with Big Brother.

You have any idea where

Dean Albertson's been
all these years?

Who might want
to kill him?

You don't seem too
broken up about it.

How many lives have you taken?

What?

You're a soldier.

I can smell it on you.

How many lives have you taken?

I prefer to think
about the lives I've saved.

Me, too.

You murdered
two security guards.

Casualties of war.

War? It was a bank robbery.

No, an expropriation.

I was stealing money
from the enemy government.

Keep telling yourself that.

Look, somebody stabs
and old buddy of yours,

and they may be using
the Gun Barrel Party's name

for their own purposes.

I'd think you'd want to be
a part of this investigation.

Albertson stopped
being a buddy of mine

the day he deserted the cause.

As far as the GBP's
resurrection goes,

I got a feeling
it's in pretty good hands.

So... if you have
more questions,

ask my lawyer.

We're through here.

Open it up.

He knows something.

Guy's got life without parole.

We don't have any leverage
on him.

Somebody reached out to him.

Such a pleasant guy, I can't
imagine why they wouldn't have.

Eric.
G.

Get me a list of Mullins'
recent visitors.

Yeah, I'm on it.
Thanks.

Albertson was
seriously out here.

There isn't anything
for miles.

Yeah, this place could
really use a sushi bar

or a mini mall,
like a movie theater.

Or a cabin.

I was thinking more
of a sushi bar,

you know what I mean?

A little slice of salmon, but
whatever tickles your pickle.

No, dummy. Cabin.

Right. Now I see it.

Wait. "Tickles
your pickle"?

I wast trying it out.
What do you think?

I think it's
inappropriate.

I think it's strong
to moderately strong.

So, what does Sun Tzu say

about breaking
in doors?

He says,
"Left side, safe.

"Right side, safe.

Middle, squished
like a grape."

I'm pretty sure
that's not Sun Tzu.

That's Karate Kid.

It's still damn good advice.

Ready?
One, two, three.

Federal agents!

This is nicer
than your apartment.

Cleaner, too.
What?!

"What?"

You have a point.

I happen
to like my stuff.

That's what the hoarders say.

I'll tell you one thing,

Albertson was definitely
living here.

And I don't think he was alone.

Could have been
a cross-dresser.

What? Never judge a man

till you walk a mile
in his pumps.

Oh, I don't think so.

Hey! Federal agent!

Federal agent! Stop!

Get down!

Uh, good, good, you got her.

Hold still!
I'm coming. I just... ah...

Give me your hands.

How you feeling, buddy?

That is a stupid question.

Looks like she tickled
your pickle.

That's, uh, that's clever.

Yeah?

How you doing?

What are you looking at?
No!

Young girl.

He was
pronounced dead at the scene.

I'm sorry.
I just need a minute.

Of course.
Take your time.

Leah Dewhurst, 52 years old,
no permanent address.

She was arrested on shoplifting
and drug charges a few times,

but... nothing violent.

Anything in there about her
being a former Rockette

or a placekicker
for the Giants?

That's right.
Laugh it up.

Mock my trauma.

You heard it. She was
Albertson's girlfriend, and she

had no idea that he had died
until I told her.

You believe her?

Yeah, I do.

Here you go.

I shouldn't have
left him.

Where did you go?

Into town for supplies.

He wasn't feeling good,
so I went alone.

It's a long trip.

And I spent the night
at the shelter.

Which one?

The Santa Clarita
Women's Center.

Nell, did you get that?

Checking.

Who would have wanted
Albertson dead?

Leah, we know his past.

Then you tell me.

He wouldn't talk about it.

The Dean Albertson I knew
was a sweet man.

Whatever he did
back then was all behind him.

Yep, her story checks out.

She was at the shelter
during the time

the coroner says
Albertson was killed.

So, we're back to square one.

Maybe not.

I talked to Oakville Prison.

Mullins had
two visitors recently.

One was his sister,
who lives in Ohio.

The other was a Glen Forest
University

history professor, Dr. Roy Hale.

Sam and I will pay him a visit.

Deeks, why don't you help Kensi

get Albertson's girlfriend
squared away?

You might want to wear a cup.

So, you met Jim Mullins.

He's a charming guy.

Why'd you go see him?

I'm writing a book
on the Gun Barrel Party.

One of my areas
of research interest

is civil disobedience.

The Gun Barrel Party's
disobedience

was hardly civil.

They liked to stir the pot.

Stir the pot? You're talking
bombings and mass murders.

They believed they had
the moral high ground

which justified their
actions, however extreme.

It's the same thing
al-Qaeda's selling.

I'm merely explaining
their point of view.

Did you talk
to Dean Albertson?

My understanding is

that no one's seen him
since the '70s.

Until last night.

He was found stabbed to death.

Really?

Do you know what happened?

We're working on it.

Well, I'm sure whatever you find

will make for a very interesting
chapter in my book.

Time for class, Dr. Hale.

Oh, thank you, David.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me,
I have a lecture hall

filled with fresh young minds

waiting to ignore me
and text incessantly.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Why do I feel
like everyone we've talked

to today knows more
than they're saying?

What else is new?

G, take a look at this.

Occupy rally on campus.

Recognize the tag?

I'll send that Eric.

Graffiti belongs
to an anarchist group

called Red Tide.

LAPD has had trouble
with these guys before.

They show up
and rampage through

otherwise peaceful
demonstrations.

Assault, vandalism.

Not unlike the early tactics
of the Gun Barrel Party.

Look at this.

"The revolution is not
a warm fire in the hearth.

"It's an inferno that
consumes the world.

"Today at Glen Forest
University,

the Gun Barrel Party
strikes the match."

Where'd it come from?

Uploaded to an anarchy board

via a Wi-Fi server
at the university.

Ms. Blye, Mr. Deeks,
it looks like

you're going back to school.

Try this on, Ms. Blye.

See if it makes you feel
like a student again.

Great.
That's fantastic. What about me?

You get to make
yourself useful.

Really? We're at this stage
in our relationship now?

What stage might
that be, Deeks?

The stage where I just stand
around holding your purse.

Does that threaten
your manhood?

No. Not unless the purse matches
my shoes.

What?
Nothing.

Totally secure out here
with my man purse. My murse.

Hetty, what do you, uh,
what do you got for me?

Am I gonna be a brainiac
or a jock

or lazy college senior?

How about custodial engineer?

Ha!

Really? I'm a janitor again?
Come on!

Oh, Mr. Deeks,
don't complain.

It's a noble profession.

And besides, this is
the perfect camouflage

for you to slip in and out

of Professor Hale's office
unnoticed.

Also a fantastic way for you

to amortize the price
of the disguise.

I believe that's called
a win-win.

Yeah, for you, maybe.

That's a nice purse, Deeks.

Yeah, it matches
your shoes.

The damage from that kick must
have been worse than we thought.

It's cute.

Hetty, could I please have
a tool belt or something

to wear with this? With,
like, a belt sander on it?

Hey, nice pants.

Guy up ahead is
Hale's TA, David.

Copy.

Hey, David.

Yeah. You are...?

Uh, Laura. I am in
Dr. Hale's History 101.

I'm pretty sure
I'd remember you.

Aren't there, like, 300
of us in that class?

Still.

Okay. Well, maybe
I shouldn't tell you this,

'cause you're the
class TA and all,

but, um, sometimes
I miss classes.

A lot, actually.
Sorry.

When I was an undergrad,
there were some classes

I only went to on exam day.
Ah.

What's your last name?
I'll check you in.

Check me in?

Extra credit for coming
to this thing.

It's why you're here, right?

Yeah, of course. Duh. Chomsky.

There it is. Laura Chomsky.

See? I'm not that memorable.

You're not related
to Noam Chomsky?

Yeah. He's my dad's
second cousin.

His books changed my life.

They're-they're why I stopped
skipping class.

His potato salad
changed my life.

Um, it's the reason why I don't
eat mayonnaise anymore.

Family reunion, 1995.
Absolutely disgusting.

A day which will live in infamy.

Dr. Hale hosts some of us

once a week at his house.

The discussion gets
a lot more interesting

than what you hear in class.

It's supposed to be
for grad students only,

but I'm sure he'd make
an exception.

Um, I don't know.

The bar is always well-stocked.

Mm...

We never serve
potato salad.

Done.

Okay, give me
your phone.

All right.

Here's my number.

Text me and I'll send you
the details.

Great, thanks.

Just don't mention
to the professor

all the classes
you've skipped.

I will not.

Um, speaking of which--
where is Dr. Hale?

Oh, no, he doesn't

come to these things.

He gave up
on the Occupy Movement.

Why?

Well, last year
there were hundreds

of protesters
and now there's what-- 20?

Guess Occupy's
already over.

Yeah.

Okay, well, um,

thank you.
Yeah, thank you.

See you later.
I'll see you there.

All right, I'm
in Professor Hale's office.

Wow, looks like this guy
and Kensi share a decorator.

All right, let's see
what he's not telling us.

Eric, you ready for this?

'Cause it's coming your way.
Oh, yeah.

I-Is this a new computer?

Uh...

Gonna have to

go with no on that one.

Why?
Uh, there's nothing on it.

That's odd.

See what else you can find.

I'll keep digging...
literally digging.

Think I probably should've
brought a shovel.

I was in that office.

You should've brought a backhoe.

Red Tide?

Unless Albert Pujols is having
a really bad day.

Red Tide!

Red Tide!

Hey, hey...

Turn over.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Uh... guys?

Wee kind of busy, Deeks.

Yeah, but I found something.

Yeah, it better be
a smoking gun.

I can do better than that.

I got a ticking bomb.

I got an explosive device.

Dynamite, propane and wires.

You see a timer?

No, but it's got
a cell phone trigger.

This thing could go
at any second.

We got to get people out
of that building.

With pleasure.

Bomb squad's on its way.

You get out, too, Deeks.

Copy that, I don't want to leave

little Monty Junior, Junior
all alone

on that future beach by himself.

Let's go, people.

Let's go, now, everybody out--
there's a bomb in the building.

Come on, people, we got
to go right now.

We got a bomb in the building--
everybody out!

Hey, David said
Professor Hale

never comes to
these rallies.

Well, maybe someone knew that
and counted

on him being in his office.

Hale's phone is turned off.

Somebody wants him dead.

We'll check his house.

Okay.

The professor's car is
still in the driveway.

Maybe this guy poked
the wrong hornet's nest.

There's a right
hornet's nest?

That's a good point.

Whoa.

That was really
the wrong hornet's nest.

Maybe I should
be a fireman.

Fire's hot.

And they don't
firemen shoot guns.

I mean
for my daughter's school thing.

Instead of an astronaut.

Kids love firemen.

What did you find out about
the bomb in Hale's office?

Updated version of the same type
used by the Gun Barrel Party.

Eric found a death threat from
the GBP on Hale's hard drive.

So Hale's doing research
for his book on the GBP,

obviously finds something
they didn't want found.

Whoever's reviving the group
sent Hale a threat,

he didn't stop whatever
it was he was doing,

so they blew him up.

They tried to--
we still don't know

for sure if he
was in there.

We need to know what Hale found
out about the Gun Barrel Party.

Anything else
on that hard drive?

Eric's still looking.

How does Dean Albertson's murder
fit into all this?

I wish I knew.

- What do you got, Nell?
- Well,

it turns out one of the
members of Red Tide you busted,

he's a grad student of Hale's--

Alan Sanderson.

According to his transcript,

Hale gave Alan a "D"
last semester.

That's motive to plant a bomb
in the professor's desk?

When I was a kid
if we had a bad teacher,

we put a tack on their seat.

This isn't Sanderson's
first offense.

Charges predate his suspected
involvement with Red Tide.

Assault, drugs, drunk driving.

His parents bailed him out.

His father owns
Sanderson Genesis.

It's one of the largest
construction companies

in Southern California.

Yeah, they just got the contract

to build
the new football stadium.

So we tracked the serial numbers
on the dynamite

from the bomb in Hale's office.

It was reported missing
from a building site.

Guess what company's working
on the construction?

Daddy's?

Circle takes the square.

Here's the scary part.

We estimate that the bomb
in Hale's office

and the blast
at his house account

for only a fraction
of the missing explosives.

There's a good chance
there are more bombs out there.

Send Sanderson
to the boatshed.

Okay.
Sam and I are on our way.

I'll talk to Hale's T.A.,
find out what he knows.

Deeks, see if Albertson's
girlfriend knows Sanderson.

Maybe we can tie him to this.

Uh, or I got a better idea.

I could talk to Sanderson,
you can go talk to Leah.

You afraid she's
gonna kick you again?

Maybe.

I tell you what.

I'll rock, paper, scissors you
for it.

Okay.

You ready for this?

I'm always ready.
Round two, baby.

Let's do it.

Boom.

Rock beats paper-- I win.

You win?

Paper covers rock.

What about
your East Coast rules?

You said you wanted to play
West Coast style.

You...

I didn't... we're...

Try and do a
guy a favor.

Don't hate the player,
hate the game.

You do know Art of War

is Sam's favorite book, right?

It's all part
of my master plan.

Don't you worry.

Okay.

Let's go Sun Tzu.

What? I do--
I have a master plan here.

You broke my nose.

You tried to hit me with
a Louisville Slugger.

That's police brutality.

Do I look like
a cop to you?

Does this look
like a police station?

I want my lawyer.

You want
your lawyer?

This isn't like all the other
times you were in trouble, Al.

Red Tide
has been listed

by the government as
a terrorist organization.

Means you're a threat
to national security.

That means you're ours
until we say otherwise.

People like you are what

makes people like me necessary.

People like him?

Does he mean
trust fund anarchists?

I think he means people who have

no idea how much trouble
they're in.

Tell us about the bomb
in Dr. Hale's office, Al.

What bomb?

So, what kind
of cop are you?

NCIS-- it's a federal agency.

Have you found Dr. Hale?

Not yet.

Were you guys close?

He saved me.

How?

My dad was basically murdered
a few years ago.

When something
like that happens,

it can push you
to a dark place.

What happened to him?

The insurance company denied him

a treatment
that would've saved his life.

Just so they could make a
couple extra dollars profit.

The stuff Dr. Hale

was saying in class
started making

a whole lot more sense
after that.

I talked to him about it and he
kind of took me under his wing.

I don't think I could've gotten
through it without him.

He was writing a book

about the Gun Barrel Party,
right?

Not that I know of.

I don't recognize him.

Maybe it's the busted nose.

All right, try this.

That's him.

No, I never saw him before,
but I know the guy next to him

on the right.

He came out to see
Dean a few times.

That's Professor Hale.

No, Dean called him, um...

Johnson.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Oliver Johnson was a member
of the Gun Barrel Party.

Now, I thought
he died years ago.

Well, according to this,

Johnson was one of the four
members of the GBP

who were killed when

bombs they were building

exploded at the cabin in Oregon.

He could've survived--
I mean, I saw a guy blow

himself up at a carnival
once-- Human Bomb.

It was almost as cool as
this monkey they had riding

on the back of a dog.

He had these little chaps,
this little vest,

cute little hat.
I mean, he was hilarious.

Hmm, maybe not.

No, it was-- they put
a clip up on YouTube.

No, no, I mean Johnson's death.

It says here that the hikers
came upon the scene

and notified authorities weeks
after it had happened.

So with the explosion,
then the fire,

animal scavengers and the
natural decomposition,

the bodies would be
very difficult to identify.

Let me try something.

I'm gonna run
age progression software.

Professor Hale
is Oliver Johnson.

How did we miss that?

Those 40 years
took a toll on him.

That and the whole
"he died in the '70s" thing.

- Well, there is that.
- And I just got word

from crime scene techs.

The professor's body
was not in the house.

Human Bomb does it again.

We know Professor Hale
is Oliver Johnson.

He getting back into
the terrorism business

with you and your buddies?

The men who founded this country
were terrorists,

but you call them heroes.

I must've skipped that day in
history class where they talked

about Thomas Jefferson
blowing up innocent people.

Were you there when they talked
about John F. Kennedy?

He said, "Those that make
peaceful revolution impossible

only make violent
revolution inevitable."

Your professor teach you that?

Yeah, he taught me
a lot of things.

Did he teach you
that Kennedy also said,

"Only respect for the law
makes it possible

for free men to dwell together
in peace and progress"?

Well, he taught me about
the Fifth Amendment

to the Constitution.

So I think I'll exercise
my right

to remain silent now.

What do you got, Eric?

Looks like our professor

might be running again.

All right, go ahead.

His neighbor reported
his car stolen.

Police spotted and
then lost it in Culver City.

LAPD thinks there's a
print center down there

that makes
fake IDs.

I checked security cam
footage from the parking lot.

And it looks like
Hale picked one up.

Sending some of the video
to your phone.

Where is he now?

I'm running
a Kaleidoscope search.

All right.

Keep us in the loop.

Will do.

There's your mentor,

getting himself
a new identity.

He's running away,
just like he did 40 years ago.

Leaving you holding the bag.

He'll be sittin' pretty
while you rot away at Gitmo.

You can't do that.

Apparently Professor
Hale didn't teach you

about current events.

You should read the National
Defense Authorization Act.

We can do that.

You still want to exercise

your right to remain silent?

Sanderson said Hale has
a storage unit in Hollywood.

I sent you the address.

Checking
security cameras.

Well, check it fast.

That's where he
keeps the explosives.

Look, according to Sanderson,

Hale plans on blowing up

a Southern California
Fortune 500 company.

The kid didn't know which one.

That makes at least ten
to 15 possible targets,

but if you factor in satellite
offices, it means...

If we lose him, people die.

Hale is at the storage
facility now.

Deeks, you know that thing's
full of dynamite, right?

I just hope he knows it.

I don't think he's gonna stop.

Freeze!

Damn it!
Guys, next alley!

Roof?

Beats going around.

Don't move.

Put 'em up!

The Gun Barrel Party
is finished.

Looks like Morgan's not
the only one retiring today.

I still don't know
which one's Morgan.

Let's go.

I wasn't at the cabin
when it exploded.

Police found my things
at the wreckage

and assumed
I was dead.

I saw it
as an opportunity.

I'd realized that

both the generation
in charge of this country

and my own
were lost causes.

I wanted to
reach the ones

who weren't
born yet.

So I got myself
a new identity,

went back
to school

and became a
history teacher.

What made you decide to get
your hands dirty again?

I realized that
the current generation

needed a more direct approach.

Big Business takes
over this country

while they tweet about

the latest episode of
Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.

So you came out of retirement

and recruited Sanderson and his
anarchist buddies to help you.

What about Dean Albertson?

That was a terrible accident.

I went out to ask him
to join us.

I didn't realize
his mind was going.

He pulled a knife.

We struggled,
he fell on it.

Nothing I could do.

Except let your friend die

so that you didn't
draw attention to yourself.

But we showed up
in your office anyway.

So you faked a death threat,

blew things up to cover
your tracks as you ran away.

To return and fight another day.

Your fighting days are over.

Maybe.

But I sowed many seeds

during those years
in the classroom.

Some... might yet take root.

There you are, Mr. Callen.

Hale confessed to the
crimes he committed

with the Gun
Barrel Party.

In addition to the explosives
he was carrying,

we found photos and blueprints
in his car.

Mm.

He was planning
an attack,

and we have enough to put him
away for the rest of his life.

And yet you don't seem
entirely satisfied.

It's just something Hale said,

about influencing kids.

How much damage
could he have done?

Did you ever hear of...
Dietrich Eckart?

What, uh...
Hitler's mentor?

Yes.

Eckart's twisted beliefs

molded Hitler into the monster
he became.

Without him,

there might never have
been a Holocaust.

That's just it.

Hale taught...
how many classes,

for how many years?

Touched the lives
of how many students?

He had the potential
to be the wrong influence

at the right moment,

for someone at a tipping point.

One nudge from him, and some...

confused, lonely kid

goes down a very dark path.

That may be,

but I'd like to think that

the opposite is also true.

Hi, David.

Hi.

Just wondering if you wanted
to go for coffee, talk?

Okay.

Okay.

I'll grab
my coat.

A good friend
at just the right time...

Ready?

...can make all the
difference in the world.

Speaking of which,

all your friends
are just out there,

enjoying Mr. Morgan's
retirement party.

A little, um,

social interaction
wouldn't hurt.

I'm interacting with you.

And when I'm gone?

You know, I
will retire

one of these days, Mr. Callen,

and when I do,

I don't want to be thinking
about you alone.

He won't be.

He'll be right next
to me in the stands

at one of those
football games.

My man!

Thank you.
You're welcome.

That is, if you have time
for football games.

Yeah?

Because you two will be serving
on the cabinet

in the Blye-Jones
administration.

And somebody's got to help me
walk Monty Junior, Junior.

Deeks, you're walking
your own dog.

Fair enough. Wait...

is that the last piece of cake?

Yep.

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

I'll, uh, rock, paper, scissors
you for it.

Oh...

Okay.

But this time, when I win,

you gotta shave your head.

Shave my head?

Yeah.

And the eyebrows.
Done.

Ah!
Okay.

West Coast rules.

West Coast rules.

I just want you to know
that I am gonna be, uh,

throwing rock.

You ready?

Go.

Ah...

Rock beats scissors.

A little chocolate cake.

How's it taste?
It all right?

Mm-hmm.

"All war is based
on deception."

One of the main principles
of Sun Tzu.

And when you're dealing
with somebody

who knows the Art of War
as well as you do,

I guess the best deception
sometimes is just

telling the truth.

Who moved the party in here?

Wait, Sam, how was the thing
at your daughter's school?

Oh, yeah. Were you the, uh,

coolest dad?

I was the second coolest dad.

Uh, who could impress

a bunch of kids
more than

the father who came
dressed as an astronaut?

The guy dressed
as a Navy SEAL.

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