NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 17 - Wanted - full transcript

Previously on
NCIS: Los Angeles...

Where's Quinn?

Mr. Sidorov wishes to see you.

What's the job?
Name's Kirkin.

$1 million cash.

Sidorov says that he wants
Kirkin dead.

Who would Kirkin use
for a hit in the U.S.?

One man:

Viktor Varlamov.
I'm being set up.

You did not recover the bombs?

No, they're gone.



Now there's three
nuclear weapons out there.

Sidorov will sell those bombs
to anybody.

A nuclear bomb on the open
market would go for millions.

You let him leave the country?

Sidorov left
on a diplomatic flight.

We're talking about
nuclear weapons.

We're gonna
get this bastard, right?

Hell, yeah.

♪ NCIS: LA 4x17 ♪
Wanted
Original Air Date on March 5, 2013

Your move.

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How would you
describe the way

we settle disagreements?



I apologize, even
when it's not my fault.

Typical male/female dynamic.

Why?

What's your
greatest fear?

Quicksand.

No, headhunters, actually.

Headhunters and
being buried up to my neck

in an ant hill,
which headhunters do.

So, basically,
anything in a Tarzan movie?

Pretty much.

Do you have
reoccurring nightmares?

Just the one with Hetty
and the burning monkey.

What?

What?

I thought everybody had that.

I know Eric does.

That's awkward.

What other job
would you be doing

if you couldn't
be in law enforcement?

Gigolo.

Seriously?

Schoolteacher.
Really?

Who lives a
double life as a gigolo.

Why are you asking me
all these questions?

It's just a... partner survey.

I didn't get one.

Well...

Hey, give it back.
Hold on, hold on.

How would you
describe the way you smell?

What the...?

This isn't from Hetty,

this is from
a bridal magazine.

No, no, this isn't for
partner-partners.

Okay, just
give it back.

I'll-- Forget about it.
No, no, no...

Hold on a second.
What?

Why are you reading bridal magazines?
It was in the Laundromat.

So, you stole it?
Just-- It's from 2007.

Oh, my God...

Your biological clock.
Shut it.

Don't say another word.
That's so funny,

'cause I always thought
that ticking was a bomb,

but it turns out it's you
wanting to make a baby.

Stop it.

You want to
make it with me?

We can make some ninja assassins...
Hi.

Sorry.

Viktor Varlamov was murdered
on the beach this morning.

Tick-tock...

Oh, uh, don't forget to

fill out your partner survey.

We pulled this from
a Venice chess park.

It's the only camera
and the only angle.

You think this is
related to Isaak Sidorov?

Sidorov thinks a rival
Mob boss, Anatoli Kirkin,

hired Varlamov to
assassinate him.

It's one of the reasons
Sidorov fled the country.

Well, maybe he's back.

Sidorov has
three stolen nukes.

Maybe getting rid of Kirkin
and Varlamov is step one.

The killer
made sure not to show his face.

It's as if he knew
where the camera was.

Why didn't he choose a bench
that wasn't on camera?

Proof of the hit.

He staged it so
someone could watch

from a remote location.

Find out who was
watching this feed at the time,

send us everything
you have on Varlamov.

Why don't you see if the killer
left any clues.

Uh, where are you going?

Talk to one of Varlamov's
poker buddies.

Wow.

I believe that falls
under adding insult to injury.

What do you think
this falls under?

Maybe he flipped off
the wrong guy.

The Cyrillic letters are the
English equivalent to S-L-O-N.

What do you
think "Slon" means?

Well, maybe it's the name
of the guy that killed him.

I guess it could be Russian.

Or they could both be parts of
the same puzzle--

you know,
Slon and a missing finger.

Finger and Slon:
Fingerslon.

Fingerstein... das ist,
das ist ein Fingerslon.

I'm so alone.
Das ist ein...

Does this mean we're not looking
for a German Nail Spa?

Kensi?

Huh, liebchen?

The word "Slon," in Russian,

is carved on his forehead and
he's missing his little finger.

Yeah.

We're sending you
a photo right now.

All right, Kens, thanks.

So, whoever killed Varlamov,

he cut off one
of his fingers

and scratched that
into his forehead.

What's it mean?

Slon.

It's Russian for elephant.

So who's the elephant?

"Bay-bar"?
What?

The elephant,
from the kids' book.

You mean Babar.

You pronounce it Babar.

I don't think so.

I have a little girl.

She watches those
Babar movies repeatedly.

It's Babar.

Maybe he changed his name
when he came to Hollywood.

It's Babar, trust me.

Yeah, he looks dead.

Whoever killed him
used an ice pick.

Brutal but effective.

This government issue?

What happened to you
eating healthy, huh?

You two still together.

That's nice.

You've lasted longer
than any of my marriages.

What is secret?

We don't go to bed angry.

I let him drive.

You know who
killed this guy?

Why would I know?

Because I'm Russian?

We all look the same to you?

You think I know everything
every Russian

is doing in this state?

Just the criminals.

That hurts.

Who killed Varlamov?

I don't know.

But you have an idea.

Would his name be Slon,
by any chance?

I don't think so.

So who's the elephant?

Babar.

He's Russian.

In this case,
"Slon" does not mean elephant.

It's acronym.

It stands for
"Suki Lyubat Ostry Nozh."

"Bitches love a sharp knife."

It's old Russian prison code.

Is it prison code to chop
a guy's finger off?

Depends what
is on that finger.

Like a ring?

More like a tattoo.

Valmorov was a Vor,
a thief.

He had thief's
tattoo on his middle finger

to show he is part of
Vory brotherhood.

So, whoever killed him
chopped off his finger

to show he was no longer
in the club?

Something like that, yeah.

Who do you
know that would do

something like this?

Someone who works for someone
who wants him dead.

Someone who
spent time in Russian prison

and is fond of ice picks.

Someone like...

Dmitri Greshnev.

Greshnev left the country
with his boss Sidorov.

Maybe, maybe not.

Either way, I'd definitely say
he's back now.

If Sidorov and Greshnev
are back,

they must have a buyer for the
stolen nukes.

If they're back,
they're coming for my wife.

Michelle, where are you?

We have unexpected guests
from out of town.

You need to call me right now.

Sam!

Last time
you couldn't reach her

was because
of a Christmas play.

Christmas is over.

Sam!

Hey!

I'd still like
to see another one.

What do you suppose
was in that letter?

"Don't look behind you"?

It was probably
just a plant

to lure him there
and distract him.

Well, whoever planted the letter

must have called Varlamov
to tell him to look for it.

Hey, guys.

Yeah, Nell, we need you
Varlamov's phone records.

Will do.

But we just got
a call from Callen.

He thinks Sidorov
and his man Greshnev

may be back
in the country.

Well, it makes sense,
if they killed Varlamov.

Also means
that Kirkin might be next.

If Sidorov is back,

he's probably trying to sell
those stolen nukes.

Where are Sam and Callen?

On their way
to Sam's house.

They can't
reach his wife Michelle.

All right, tell them we'll
go there and meet them.

I'm afraid the two of you
are needed elsewhere.

Our old friend,
Officer Snyder,

from the CIA,

is on his way to the boatshed.

Assistant Director Granger
wants us to partner up with him.

What? Why?

Because if this does involve
Sidorov and the missing nukes,

then it's bigger
than both our agencies.

When you say "partner,"

you mean just
keep him in the loop, right?

I think more like a double date.

What?
Uh...

we're babysitting?

Think of it
as animal control.

I need you
to keep Officer Snyder busy

until Callen and Sam
can get a handle on this.

Do not let him
out of your sight.

What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?

I was calling you.

I had the vacuum on.
And I could have killed you.

You were wearing headphones.
You're lucky

I didn't crack
your skull open.

So, I take it, we're
all good in here?

Yeah.
No.

Miss Former CIA
was wearing headphones

while she was vacuuming.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

I'm surprised you even know

we have a vacuum,
because you sure as hell

never use it.

Excuse me?
You heard me.

Now, what are you two doing,

sneaking up in here
like the damn Hardy Boys?

I'm just gonna

run outside and make
a quick phone call, all right?

No, no, no. Wait, G.
Come on, G!

You want to tell me
what's going on?

I was very specific

with Hetty when I told her
I needed to see Hanna.

He's on assignment.

What about his wife?
Michelle?

Does he have more than one?

I don't know.
Does he?

I don't think so.
Cute. You two

really think you can stall
and keep me here all day?

I don't know.

Can we?
How are we doing so far?

We're just trying
to help you, Agent Snyder.

Officer Snyder, and
you two can't help me.

Actually, you could
probably help me.

Mm.
Wow.

Nice.
You don't even look

like you could help yourself.

Wow. Was I just insulted?

Sounded pretty insulting to me.
Definitely condescending.

Almost disdainful.
Borderline supercilious.

Well, I am super silly,
so I guess you got me there.

Point to Poindexter.
High five. See you later.

You're interfering with a
federal investigation.

But we are
federal investigators.

Wait a minute. Now I'm confused.
Who's on first?

Keep it up, but even that
garden gnome you call a boss

won't be able to
save your asses

if you screw the pooch
on this one.

Garden gnomes...
screwing of pooches...

What world do you live in?

Hey, want to see me
dislocate my wrist?

Hey. I sent Varlamov's phone
records to your tablet.

Cool.

Thanks.

How would you describe the way
we settle disagreements?

What disagreements?

Exactly.

What is your greatest fear?

Ooh. The day the
robots turn on us.

Artificial intelligence
run amok.

Nothing scarier.

Agreed. All right.
I already

know your Hetty nightmare, so...

Hmm.
What other job

would you be doing if you
couldn't be in law enforcement?

Is this a test?

It is a partner survey.

Are we getting graded on it?

I don't know.

Professional

Renfair performer.

Oh... my lady
dost knowest me well.

Um, how would you describe
the way I smell?

Yeah.

That's weird.
Little bit.

We're gonna skip that one.
Okay.

What part of my body do you...?

Okay.
What?

This is a partner...
partner survey...

...which we have no business
filling out.

Okay, I'll just keep...

Hey, Callen.

So, no sign of Greshnev

or his boss, Sidorov,
entering the country.

And Eric's still weeding
through IP addresses

logged onto the chess cam.

We did, however, get access to
Varlamov's recent phone records.

Anything stand out?

One new number popped up

two days ago;
looks like a burn phone.

I'm still trying to find out
where it was purchased.

Let me know when you do.

How's everything
with Sam's wife?

Just a little domestic
misunderstanding.

I'll touch base
when we have a plan.

Thanks for having my
back in there, partner.

I will take a bullet for you,

but wives are
a whole other thing.

I'll remember that.

I don't have a wife, so...

You should stop talking.

So, I'm not speaking
from experience.

So you should
really stop talking.

But you won't.

Greshnev doesn't know
where you live.

He knows you as David Forman,
he knows Michelle as Quinn.

He did.

What if Greshnev
didn't just get here?

What if he never left?

We assume he split the
country with Sidorov,

but maybe he stayed behind

to make sure Michelle
killed Kirkin.

If he's been here
the whole time,

he could have made her by now.

It's possible, but...

But what?

If he was here, he had a whole
four months to watch Michelle.

She's careful.

She's a pro.

We all make mistakes.

If Greshnev's been here
all this time, why did he wait

till now to kill Varlamov?

He could have whacked him
a long time ago, right?

We arrested
that guy for murder.

Oh, hell, no!

Sam, no!

Oh!

Sam!
Sam!

Stop! He's one of us!

Who the hell are you?

Officer Sabatino.

We used to work together.

He's with the Agency.

You're CIA?

Just out of curiosity:

What if I wanted
to join the CIA?

Oh, you'd be a good spy.
He's very sneaky.

I prefer stealthy.
Okay, he's very stealthy.

Also, I'm a master
of disguise.

Oh, you should see
his Margaret Thatcher impersonation.

Uncanny.
Uncanny.

Huh? Margaret Thatcher
on a cold day?

Who's gonna see that coming?

Not me.

Hello. It's Maggie.

And then, bam!
Bam!

Except for that sounded a
little bit like the queen.

What?

Hello.
Hello.

Hello.
Hello.

Have you seen my corgis?

They've run amok.

You're both quite comical.

But you know
what's really amusing?

You two think,
by stalling me,

that you're
keeping me here,

when, in reality,
I'm keeping the two of you here.

What? You see that?
He did the double reverse on us.

No. You're good. He's good.

See, that's what
I'm talking about.

Central Intelligence
training.

- Teach me that.
- Oh, me, too.

And if we both join together,

can we get a signing bonus?

Or a... a set of, uh,
commemorative plates?

What is he doing here?

I found Snyder's name
on his collar.

Wait. He works for you?

Vostanik Sabatino.

Sorry I couldn't identify myself
the last time our paths crossed.

You're a spook?

He killed someone.

What was his name?
Brent Bolton.

I didn't kill him.

I was working his wife Mia

as an asset when her husband
came at me with a gun.

He tripped, fell on some stairs,
the gun went off,

and Bolton shot himself.
End of story.

And now she's a widow,
and he's dead.

And you want us to work
with Mr. Sympathy?

I don't. Granger does.

Hey, guys?

A computer at an LA
public library logged

onto the chess park cam

ten minutes
before Varlamov showed up.

Whoever it was logged off
right after he was killed.

I'm guessing
it's not a coincidence.

Nice work.
We'll check it out.

Where is Sam?

He's going back undercover
as David Forman,

as his wife Michelle
goes under as Quinn.

Has Sidorov tried
to contact her?

Not yet,
but if Greshnev's back,

Sidorov won't be far behind,

which means it's only
a matter of time.

And when he does,
we need to be there.

And preferably, without
Sonny and Cher here?

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

I got you, babe.

You know I was doing this
before you were.

And you've been out
of it for a while.

And when we decided to
have a family, we agreed...

What, that I'd give up my life?

You knew I'd go back
to work eventually.

Not for Isaak Sidorov.
Why?

Why do you think?

Because it's too dangerous?

Are you kid...?

What do you think I go through
every day you go out that door?

I know. I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

Sorry. I can't help it.

And if it's not Sidorov,

it's going to be someone else
just like him, or worse.

This is what I do, Sam.

It's what we do for our country,
for our daughter,

for each other.

I'm glad we're doing it
together.

Hell, most couples are lucky

if they get a date night
once a week.

I like date night.

What's wrong with date night?

At least no one's trying
to kill us on date night.

Well, no one recovered stolen
nukes on date night, either.

Come on.

Let's go get some bad guys.

There is one up side
to all of this.

What's that?

We're on our own
for a few days.

We got work to do.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I was in prison, remember?

Mm.

Perhaps you should go back.

When did you get back?

Who said I left?

Where's Sidorov?

Where have you been?

We were taking care of
something in San Diego.

Why is he talking?

He's with me.

Why am I talking?
You're in my crib.

I'm guessing he's the reason
Kirkin is still alive.

I haven't had
the opportunity.

Kirkin's paranoid, he's got
more security than ever.

He seldom goes out now.

You have 24 hours
to kill Kirkin.

Impossible.

You tell Sidorov he can

take his money and
find someone else.

He hired you.

You have contract.

Not to honor it would be
an insult and a mistake.

Yep?

Eric, Greshnev just left
the cover house.

Keep him in your sights.

Will do.

Where are you going?

To follow him.

What if he makes you?

He won't.
But if he does, so what?

He'll just think
I'm the jealous boyfriend.

He'd be half right.

I copied the hard drive,

but I doubt we'll find
anything good.

The librarian said
she'd burn us

a copy of the surveillance
tapes from this morning.

Should only take
a few minutes.

Oh, great.

Yeah.

Cop or soldier?

Excuse me?

Your father.

Was he, uh,
law enforcement or military?

Why?

Ah, well, it's just that you,
um... you carry yourself

with a real confidence
and authority.

Are you hitting on me?

No.

Well, maybe a little.

Don't worry, I'm harmless.

In this business?
With our lives?

Hell, I can't even
keep a plant alive,

let alone a relationship.

Plus, I, uh...

I wouldn't want to step
into the middle of something.

Something?

Yeah. Between you
and your partner.

Between me and my...

There is nothing going on
between me and, um...

Deeks?
Yeah.

No. No, no, no, no, no,
we are not a good match.

We wouldn't... we...

we're barely good partners.

That's good.

For him.

Both of you, really.

Does CIA have
mind-control machines?

I wish.

Who shot JFK?

Lee Harvey Oswald.

Who else?

You don't even
know, do you?

Are there aliens in Area 51?

No.
What?

You're smiling.
That's a tell.

That means there's aliens
in Area 51.

I knew it.

I'm smiling out
of the irony

that while I'm
sitting here,

stuck, listening to your
incessant babble...

Why, thank you.

...my partner
is up there

hitting on your
smoking hot partner.

Yeah, well,
doesn't really matter,

he can hit on her all he wants.

The fact of the matter
is that she is a stone cold fox.

Emphasis on "stone cold."
Ah.

Well, just be happy
that she's your partner...

and not your girlfriend.

If you were my partner,

I'd end up falling for you.

Hard.

Then what would I do?

Good partners
are hard to find.

I need someone I can trust
to have my back.

I wouldn't want to lose that.

On the other hand,
you'd also be the person

I cared about more than
anyone else in the world.

And I'd never want to see you
in jeopardy.

So you couldn't possibly
be my partner.

It's a dilemma.

Right, um...

Well, I think... I think it's
stupid, personally...

Ooh.
Excuse me.

What?

Uh...

Sam is following
Greshnev,

and Eric is going to talk us in,

so I thought I should...

You had to come in here
to tell me that?

You couldn't
just text me?

Yeah, no, I definitely--
I could have texted you,

it just seemed
kind of impersonal.

I though maybe we should
ride together,

since we know the streets.

All the more reason

for you to ride with Snyder.

We will follow you.

Right.

Go.

Yeah, all right.

Like the tie.

Sweatshirt.

Case in point.

You still on him, Eric?

Yup. He's about a block
and a half east of you.

He's actually a very courteous

and cautious driver,
for a bad guy.

Are you kidding me?

Eric, stick with Greshnev.

I'm being pulled over.

I'm on it.

Out of the car!

Now!

What?

Let's go!

Hands where I
can see them!

Hands on your head.

Got a gun.

Got another gun.

Got concealed carry permits
for both of those.

You got one for this too?

David Forman?

Yeah?

Your lawyer's here.

It's about time
he showed up.

Hello, Sam.

What are you doing here?

I should ask you
the same question.

The police

found Varlamov's murder weapon

and his severed finger
in your car.

Yeah, Greshnev had me framed

to get me out of the way.
Looks like

he's done an admirable job.

Damn lucky he didn't kill you.

He wouldn't risk Quinn

refusing to kill Kirkin,

or being too distraught
for the job.

Having me arrested
gets me out of the way.

Quinn's used to me
being in jail.

Where's Callen?

I couldn't ask him to come.

Why not?
I didn't want

to damage your partnership

with any ill feelings.

Why would I have ill feelings?

Because I'm not bailing you out.

What?

We can't risk
tipping off Sidorov.

Hetty...

I'm sorry, Sam.

You're safer in here.

I need to be with Michelle.

You have my word

that we will do everything
we can to protect her.

- Hetty...
- Open the gate.

come back here.

Come back!

You what?!

It was in everyone's
best interest.

Clearly not Sam's.

What if something
happens to Michelle?

See that it doesn't.

If this is part of one
of your master plans,

now would be a really good
time to let me in on it.

No, I don't have a plan.

You have no plan.

Perfect.

But I have every confidence
that you and your team

will come up with one.

Sam is part of that team.

Not today.

Adjust and adapt, Mr. Callen.

After all, that is the key
to our survival.

Well, we're obviously
missing something.

What does Sidorov want?
He wants Quinn

to kill his rival, Kirkin,
so he can come back

and sell the nukes
that he stole.

That's it.

I mean, the broad strokes,
yeah, that's it.

No, that's how we get
Sidorov and Greshnev.

Okay, this is gonna
be hard to believe,

but I'm not exactly following
the Kensi logic train.

Apparently, it doesn't make
stops in my neighborhood.

We have a plan.

We do?

Well, let's hear it.

We kill Kirkin.

That's out of the box.

But we don't really kill him.

We make Sidorov and Greshnev
believe Quinn did.

They'll come out of hiding
to pay her off,

and when they do, we track them
back to the stolen nukes.

And what makes you think

that Kirkin's gonna
cooperate with us?

I mean, the guy is
a career criminal.

But he's also

a businessman,
and Sidorov

is a rival, which we
eliminate by arresting him.

That's good.

It could work.

I'll run it by Callen.

Problem is that Sidorov

only gave Quinn 24 hours
to make the hit,

which means it's got
to go down today.

What do we know
about getting to Kirkin?

He travels

with a lot of protection,

but he's also got a bad back

from a bullet he took
a few years ago.

Does a good chunk
of the day's business

at a spa that's a favorite
with Russian Mob types.

I've taken a bullet,
why can't I work from a spa?

He also likes blondes.

All right.

I will wear a wig,
but I will not dye

my hair for this man.
Wouldn't help.

You're not his type.

What's his type?

No...

Really?

Come on.

So?

Snyder's covering the back.

Deeks,

you hear me?

Wow.

Deeks, say something.

Are you there?

Deeks?
Uh... yeah,

I can... hear you.

What are you wearing?

That's not funny.

It's like a gulag
water park in here.

Oh please, how many times
have I had to go undercover

with a low-cut blouse
and a high-cut skirt?

Both of which are more
than I'm wearing right now.

How you doing?
Good to see you.

Oh, really?

Hi... that's-- no.

Uh-huh. Again, not funny.

I'm serious.

I'm pretty sure a naked

Viggo Mortensen's going
to jump out any second

and start pummeling me.

Any sign of Kirkin?

Yeah, he's, uh, surrounded
by a ton of tattooed meat.

Excuse me?

That was a poor choice of words.

All right, this is happening.

Aah!
Oh, that's hot!

You better be talking about
the water and not the scenery.

How you doing?

Like your tattoos.

I mean, I don't...

I don't mean, like,
I like like your tattoos,

I just mean that I appreciate
their artistic merit,

because I, myself, was thinking
about getting a tattoo, you know

like a... like a unicorn,

except for, like,
a really bad-ass unicorn

that's like breathing fire

and he's got nunchuks
and stuff.

I just thought that would
be a good... idea.

Okay, I'm just gonna...

go... wow.

So, invitation only? Yeah?

I just-- I have a proposition
for your boss.

Not much of a talker,
are you?

That's probably
why Communism failed.

Yo, uh...

Mr. Kirkin?

How are you? Hey.

Oh, he said it's okay.

I'm gonna go around.

Whoa, back it up there, comrade,
the last thing you want

is any accidental
underwater contact,

so just give me, like...

Maybe more.

All right, all right,
all right.

Who are you?

Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD,

but I'm currently
working for NCIS.

You're a little out
of your neighborhood, right?

Not to mention my comfort zone.

What do you want?

Well, this is gonna sound funny,

but we actually want
to kill you.

Just let me explain...

Deeks?

Deeks, can you hear me?

Marco?

Deeks?

Deeks?

I'm not waiting any longer.
Tell center I'm going in.

What the hell happened
in there.

Kirkin didn't do it.
Good job.

Thank you.

I was trying to call you.
Are you okay?

You know I just
feel really dirty.

I think maybe,
I just need a hug.

A little snuggle session.

What ya...
Aw.

Ew.
You're like a wet dog.

Cause I had to change
really quickly.

Don't have time to dry
for my own safety.

Funny.

I'll tell Callen
to prep Michelle.

Ouch.

Is anybody else itchy?

I loaded it myself.

Any questions?

Where's Sam?

In a safe place.

Yo, I want

my phone call, man.
This is forcible confinement.

You already
saw your lawyer.

That wasn't my lawyer, man.
I get to speak to an attorney.

You violate
my Sixth Amendment rights,

they throw
my arrest out

quicker than you can beat
an innocent suspect.

Put your hands out.

Thanks, man.

All right, let's go.

You got one call.

Mm-hmm.
Make it quick.

Can I, uh, get you
anything else, sir?

Mm.

Wow! Sorry that I asked.

Did Kirkin just wink at you?

Yeah, that's his way of letting
me know that he's ready.

Uh-huh.

Can I get you a drink?

Vodka soda, please.
Okay.

Where's your restroom?
All the way down on the right.

Eric, I'm sending you
eyewitness footage right now.

Make sure it gets
onto the local news outlets

and onto the Internet.

Tell Callen Sabatino and Snyder

are in position and we're a go.

On it.

LAPD just released
a BOLO for David Forman.

Sam assaulted
a police officer

and escaped lockup.

Good Lord.

♪

♪

I see you haven't

lost your touch.

Where's my money?

On the plane.

What plane?

I have a charter leaving
in 30 minutes.

I'm not going anywhere.

You shot and killed
a Russian Mob boss

in broad daylight.

It might be best for you
to get out of town for a while.

Greshnev's clocking you.

Your boyfriend's

heading back to prison.

There's no reason
to stay.

How'd you know
David got arrested?

I think you've been made.

Take him. Take him.

You set this up.
What are you talking about?

We need to get out
of here-- now.

You're not going anywhere.

He's dead.

How the hell
did you find us?

Michelle's phone.

Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

I will, uh, pass on
your condolences.

Was that Granger?

Yeah.

Did Snyder have a family?

Uh, divorced. No kids.

Goes with the territory,
I guess.

Any, uh, sign
of Sidorov?

Nothing yet,
but we'll find him.

Losing Greshnev is gonna hurt,

and he's still got three stolen
nukes he's got to sell.

Let's hope we find him
before he finds a buyer.

We have every law enforcement agency
in the state looking for him, so...

Yeah. All right. Well, I...

...I better get going.
I'm being called back

to Washington to head up
a new task force

with the sole purpose
of hunting down Sidorov

and the missing nukes.

Hopefully we can grab
a celebratory drink

when this is over.

Sure.

Sounds great.

Thanks.

Promise me you'll never do that.

What's that?

Get yourself killed.

Well, the good news for you is

I have a natural aversion
to death, so...

I'm not kidding.

Okay.

Okay.

But if I am killed
in the line of duty,

you do me a favor?

Yeah.

Cryogenically freeze me
and put me in your living room?

What on earth would I do
with your dead frozen body

in my living room?
You're right.

I guess the bedroom's
much more intimate.

What? I'm gonna be in
suspended animation--

you wouldn't have to feed me.

It's way better
than an aquarium.

Good night.

You smell like sunshine!

And gunpowder.

Two of my favorite things.

If he's smart, Sidorov will try
and get back out of the country.

Greed trumps common
sense every time.

If he has a buyer for those nukes,
he's not going anywhere.

Well, he may have just
made this easier for us.

Really?

Again?

Am I grounded?

Don't you dare take this
lightly, Sam Hanna.

You didn't trust me.

You didn't trust me either.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
left me locked up.

It was for your own safety.

I wasn't worried
about my safety.

But I was.

I was trying to protect my wife.

And I was trying
to protect all of us.

Now I have to
try and explain

how Sidorov escaped and why
our only other lead is dead.

What do you want me
to say, Hetty? I'm sorry?

I don't want you
to say anything, Sam.

I want you to go home.

Spend some time with your family
while you can.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

This is far from over.