NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 18 - Red: Part One - full transcript

Please state the
nature of your emergency.

Help me.

I crashed my car.
Someone's after me.

I'm sorry, sir,
you need to slow down.

It's a bad line.

Which emergency service?

Police! Send the police!

I'm sorry, sir,

the line is very bad.
Can you speak up?

Sir? Sir?

Gunner Sergeant Edward T. Tyler,



United States Marine Corps.

Semper Fi, you son of a bitch!

LA 4x18 ♪ Red Original
Air Date on March 19, 2013

Morning all.

There's a box on my desk.

Mind like a steel trap.

More like a mouse trap.

That looks just like the box
that Kensi got a few weeks ago.

Check the shipping label
address, Deeks.

Wait a minute.

That is the box that
Kensi got a few weeks ago.

What is it doing on my desk?
What is it doing on my desk?

No, no, no, no...

Morning.



No, this is not
what it looks like.

Looks like a man holding a box.

An innocent man.
I have witnesses.

Listen,
it was addressed to you,

so I was taking it back to you.

Which obviously
looks like I took it.

But I didn't take it.
It was put there.

Accidentally,
maybe, on purpose.

And now I'm
stuck holding... your box.

Wow.

I'll just put it on your d...
I put it on your desk.

You put it on my desk.

But it's your box.

And now it's yours.

My-my box?

Your box.

So, if you could just take it
off my desk, please.

Just to clarify,
you're giving me your box?

Okay.

What's in it?

What's in the box?

Open it and find out.

Listen, is this some sort of,
devilish trick

that's payback for me snooping?

'Cause I didn't do it.

I didn't Google the sender of
said box in question.

It's not a trick, Deeks.

Fine.

I'll just...

just open it then.

Just open the box.

Just going to open the box.

Nothing to lose here.

Nothing to see,
just box opening.

We got business.

Hello?

Hello!

Later.

I don't have to
play your reindeer games.

Whatever.

She's good.

She's very good. -

A two-whistle case, Mr. Beale?

That's my fault.

We were dealing with a,
delivery of sorts.

Yes, the box.

What?

A man's been
found, shot through

the back of the head,
execution-style.

Mr. Beale.

The shooting took place four
days ago in Griffith Park,

but the body wasn't identified
until yesterday.

An Indonesian national,
Rachmed Santoso.

Mr. Santoso was

a vocal supporter
of radical Islam

and a suspected arms dealer.

Increased chatter amongst
Taliban groups

in Afghanistan
in recent weeks indicates

a terrorist attack against
the United States is imminent.

Yes.

Speaking.

Santoso dropped off the grid

ten days ago,
after his name was mentioned

in several
cell phone intercepts,

suggesting he had
an involvement in the crime.

- What happened to his shoes?
- They're missing.

It would appear
the killer took them.

People have been killed
for less.

Santoso had $2,000, in cash,
in his jacket pocket,

so LAPD ruled out robbery
as a motive.

A change in plans.

Ballistics report
incoming, Mr. Beale.

Got it.

Santoso's murder
weapon was used two days later

two kill a United States Marine
in Idaho.

Gunnery Sergeant Edward Tyler.

He was found beside the
road, night before last...

shot in the back
of the head, execution-style.

Two victims, same weapon,
a thousand miles apart.

Pack your bags, gentlemen,
you're going to Idaho.

Little town of Moscow.

Meeting state or local police?

Neither.

Our red team's
already on the ground.

Their case may have national
security implications.

Ticktock, gentlemen.

Ms. Blye, Mr. Deeks, find
Mr. Santoso's shoes,

if you would.

.22 caliber round.

Low noise, low velocity.

Bullet rattles
around inside the skull.

No exit wound.

The ground is still
soft from the rain.

No clear signs of a struggle.

Which means the shooter

must've walked up
from behind him.

Well, that's weird,

there's only
one set of shoe prints.

Which means our shooter can

either levitate
and/or, he's a ghost.

I don't believe in ghosts.
Really?

Hey, how come
we don't have a color?

What do you mean?

Hetty said that the
agents who went to Idaho

were the red team.

How come we're not, like,
the silver team

or the gold team or the
platinum team?

Colors identify each team
that work inside that division.

Blue team,
green team, red team.

They operate out of Georgia,
but they're never home.

They work,
travel, sleep together.

It's basically
like living on a submarine.

Wait, what?

Stop the press,
did you say sleep together?

Down, Rover.

Separate bunks.

Yeah.

They deploy everywhere.

Even overseas.

How does one get on
one of these teams?

You become an NCIS
agent, Detective.

Right, yeah.

What do you got?

I also don't believe
in levitation.

Those are very neatly placed.

So, were are looking
for a shooter with OCD?

Creeps up behind
Santoso, pops him,

slips on his shoes,

walks all the
way back down the road,

stepping in his own footsteps,
eliminating them.

So the shooter's not
a ghost, he's just clever.

Very clever.

Thanks, guys.

Welcome to Moscow, Idaho.

Danny Gallagher, Logistics Officer.
Agent Callen.

Sam Hanna.

You guys ever
been to Moscow before?

Not this Moscow.

Locals say this one's
even colder.

At least no one'll
be trying to kill me here.

When did your team arrive?

Yesterday.

We got three agents, two tech
supports, including myself,

and our team leader,
Agent Paris Summerskill.

I've heard of her;
Never met her.

Well, right now,
Paris is kind of "outranked."

Outranked? Yeah.

By who?

That would be me, Agent Callen.

Now get your gear in

before we all
freeze our asses off.

We flew the trucks
in yesterday from Florida.

You never know where you're
going to end up next

with this job.

I was in San Francisco
when Hetty briefed me.

Given the heightened
security level,

I thought I'd make the detour.

First time I've seen it.

It's our home away from home.

Trust me,
you're going to love it.

We're back!

Whoo!

Hi, guys. Hey.

This is it.

State of the art.

State of the art, my ass.

Can you hold this?
Damn snow melt.

How come those geniuses down in
Washington didn't think

about snow accumulating
on a flat roof?

I told 'em about
this last year.

They never listen.

And I went to Caltech for this.

Tell someone who cares, Kai.
Do you care, Owen?

Not unless I have to write
a memo about it.

Thank you, sir.

Sam, Callen, meet our boss,
Paris Summerskill.

Callen... heard
a lot about you.

You, too, Sam.

Hope it's good.

Mostly.

Special Agent Claire Keats.

Hey. Either of you smoke?

No.

Damn.

Over there, that's Dave Flynn,

our forensic specialist
and tonight's cook.

No vegetarians?

No. That's a relief.

Wait, wait.
No vegans either, right?

No.

Great. I'll just do the
croutons, and supper is up.

We'll get an early start
in the morning,

assuming this storm
blows itself out.

Walk the crime scene.
In the meantime, drop your gear,

make yourself at home.
The head's back that way.

Danny, the head's
backed up again.

Man.

You guys might want
to take a bucket.

Welcome to red team.

Tyler was in Moscow
on a five-day leave

visiting his sister.

You've spoken with her?

She's pretty cut up.
Eddie was her only brother.

I'll have some bread. Thanks.

Did Sergeant Tyler have
security clearance?

Low level. Worked in transport.

He made a call from a roadside
emergency phone.

Said he'd crashed his car.

Someone was chasing him.

Emergency services found him
about ten minutes later.

Low-caliber round
to the back of the head,

like he was executed.

Motive?

Definitely wasn't robbery.

His wallet, his cash
and his credit cards

were found next to his body.

Not the way Marines normally
end up getting murdered,

if there is a "normal."

The ballistics report
linking him to Santoso's murder

puts it in
a whole different light.

Incoming!

24/7. We're always open.

Sorry to crash your supper,
Miss Summerskill.

Evening, Henrietta.

Owen. Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna.

Hetty. Hetty.

Just calling to brief you

on the latest with the Santoso
investigation. Eric?

Right. The briefing.

Well, Kensi and Deeks...

Agent Blye
and Detective Deeks,

they went to the crime scene

and they found
Santoso's missing shoes.

And, Nell and I,
we have been...

We are in the process
of checking

Santoso's missing phone records,
but nothing to report.

Yet. Nothing yet. Right.

Thank you, Eric.

So, how is everyone getting on
in Idaho?

Everything's fine, Henrietta.

Mr. Callen?

All good.

Miss Summerskill?

It's great to have company
for dinner.

Dave makes a mean chicken soup.

Fish.

It... It was, it was fish.

That was fish?

Excellent.

We regroup tomorrow.

Go to bed. Stay warm.

Shut it down, Eric.

What was that all about?

Something.

Something she's not telling us.

Something she may never tell us.

Cozy.

Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why do you get the bottom bunk?

Got here first.

G, the last time
I slept on the top bunk,

I rolled over in the morning

and landed on a petty officer
tying his shoelaces.

Broke his arm in three places.

Okay, now that's
what I'm talking about.

Hetty's checking up on us.

Yep.

Take a stab at guessing why?

Maybe she wanted to see
if you and Paris

hit it off.

She's a good-looking woman, G.

You snore, I'm gonna shoot you.

So what's the connection between
Eddie Tyler...

a Marine with an impeccable
military record...

and a zealot like Santoso?

Both shot in the back of the
head with a low-velocity round.

All the hallmarks
of a professional hit.

A professional would never use
the same weapon twice.

The shooter's getting arrogant.

He doesn't believe
he's ever gonna get caught.

Cozy.

Yeah, cozy.

Eric?

Eric?

Yeah, just leaving.

You didn't go home last night?

I didn't. I... Is it morning?

0500.

My gosh...

What exactly were you doing
all night?

Sleeping upright in this chair.

Right. But before that?
What is this?

I was getting a lead on Santoso.

On his car.

Nell, I found his car.

Great.

Okay. Hetty's unexpected
briefing freaked me out

because we didn't have
anything.

I mean, we had nothing.
That was, like, a non-briefing.

I don't know what she was
expecting to hear,

but I know she didn't hear it.

Yeah, yeah, it was weird.

Yeah. So... I stayed

and I trawled cameras in
the neighborhood

where Santoso was shot.

Found this.

He parked the car in a lot

a quarter mile from the road
where his body was found.

It's still there. And...

it was a rental.

Santoso was using a fake name
and driver's license.

But he slipped up.

He used a real address.

It's West Hollywood.

Cheap, short-term
vacation rentals.

I called them.

He's been staying there
the past couple weeks.

That's about the same time
s na hi was linked

to the planned attacks.

Kensi or Deeks?

Both.

Federal agents!

Clear? Clear.

Well, either Santoso
really likes pizza

or he had company for dinner.

I think it was more
than a dinner party.

There are three extra sleeping
bags in this room.

At least four of them
holed up in here.

All right, so how many
terrorists does it take

to make a cell?

Hey, Kens. What do you got?

Hey, Eric, we're gonna need any
security and traffic cam footage

you can find on Santoso's
apartment for the past week.

Santoso had company.

On it.

Bad company.

Nine-millimeter ammo.
Military grade.

Enough for someone
to start a war.

Break out those snow shovels.

And we might not have seen
the last of it.

The National Weather Service
is continuing

the winter storm watch
for Moscow, Potlach...

Morning.

Hey. Hey.

Which fridge? I'm sorry?

The butter.

The lower fridge.

That might not be butter.

What might that be?

Evidence or a sample...

or maybe something
Dave's growing.

Our kitchen doubles as a lab
when we're out in the field.

Dave's usually
pretty good at labeling things.

I'm sorry. Here.

Thank you. Yeah.

Damn!

Sounds like Sam just woke up.

They got an early start.

Yeah. He told Claire
that he wanted

to review the evidence
that we've collected so far.

Busy crime scene?
Hardly. It was snowing.

There wasn't much left to find.

There was no tire tracks,
no footprints.

There's no physical evidence.

The crime scene was processed

by the local sheriff's
department.

It looks like the shooter
emptied Tyler's pockets.

He was very neat, methodical.

The only thing that's obvious
that's missing is...

his cell phone.

Which he used to call
his sister

ten minutes
before he was killed.

You said last night

that he called for help
from a roadside phone.

Right. So why didn't
he use his own phone?

Maybe he left it in the car.
We checked.

So he's driving to his sister's.

Suddenly, he realizes
that someone's

following him.

So he tries to gets away.

He loses control
on the icy road.

Drags himself out.

Maybe keeps running

'cause he's still being chased.

He pulls out his own phone
to call for help.

It's cold, he's shaken up,

he's scared. He drops it.

We're gonna need
a metal detector.

He's got an agenda.

Granger always has an agenda.

Maybe he knew the victim.

Or he knew the killer.

Well, he'd tell us.
Wouldn't he?

Absolutely.

You don't like him.

We have trust issues.

It's an unusual name.

"Paris."

This coming from a guy
whose name is a letter

in the alphabet...

I could call you by your initial.
No, thanks.

It actually has
a certain ring to it.

No, that's okay.
More of a tinkle.

Okay.

I wa I was born in Paris.

My mother was a dancer.

Yes, and my dad played cello
for their band.

I know, I come
from a creative family

and I ended up a cop...
go figure.

Paris is a beautiful city.

Yeah... very romantic.

It snow much yesterday?

It was heavy.
Eased off in the afternoon.

Someone's been here since then.

No one from my team.

Well, whoever it was...

they spent some time here.

Lot of tracks between
where Tyler crashed

and where he was shot.

They were looking
for something.

Maybe the same thing
we're looking for.

Santoso was staying
in the apartment

with at least five
other people.

Evidence suggests they
geared up for a fight.

Hey, guys.

Here we go.

48 hours in the snow.

Looks like we're gonna need
a new battery.

We did a preliminary check
on his phone log.

Mostly work-related calls,

a few family calls, but
nothing out of the ordinary.

Shooter spent valuable getaway
time searching the body.

Yeah, and possibly came back
for a second look

once the crime scene
was cleared.

Has to be the phone.

Well, if there's something
there, our guys will find it.

Danny, pull over. Let him pass.

Pull off! Pull off!

Stay back.

Go, go, go!

Where'd he go?

Danny?

You stay with her, I got him.

Danny!

Here, I got you. Lean you back.

I got you.
You're gonna be all right.

Kai, we got a man down.

Need an ambulance
to our GPS location now.

I lost his tracks
in amongst the rocks.

He must've had a car somewhere.

What about the real
snow plow driver?

Dumped in a ditch
by the roadside.

Shot in the head, low caliber
round, same as the others.

Tell me we got something, Dave.

Let's take a look.

How's Danny?

He's in surgery.

Ruptured spleen, other internal
injuries from the impact.

They're gonna call us.

Put it up.

All right, you should
be getting a feed, Eric.

Got it.

Okay... half a dozen photos,

no saved voicemails,

a string of text
messages to "Karen."

His sister.

And a couple other guys.

Check the camera roll.

Looks like he was
having some fun.

Any recent videos?

Yeah.

Man, this is worse
than Thanksgiving.

Look at all these poor people.

Look at the date.

Yeah... same day he was shot.

What airport is that?

O'Hare.

Yeah, he had
a layover in Chicago.

Ooh, she's cute.

Sorry, ma'am, I got a girl.

I love you, Sara, baby.

That's it?

That's it.

Play it again.

Towards the end.

What are we looking for, Claire?

She looks up,

steps back... there, the guy.

Behind her.

He covers his face.

Back it up a couple
frames, Kai?

Here you go.

He filmed somebody who didn't
want to be filmed.

Kai, facial recognition.

We need a name. You got it.

Tyler was killed because he shot

some innocent phone-cam video

in an airport terminal?

That sucks.

Tyler was wearing
a Marine uniform.

If you're a terrorist,
that might be reason enough.

He's not from the Middle East.

Fair skin, fair hair.

The kind of terrorist
we should fear the most.

One of us.

Get his photo out
to all major airports.

Find him.

Thank you, Ms. Summerskill.

Owen.

Hetty.

Eric.

Anything more on
Santoso's apartment?

Kensi and Deeks
are still working on it.

You can always open it.

Or you could just tell me
what's inside of it

and why you gave it to me.

We need to find out
who came and went

from Santoso's apartment.

No security cameras,
no ATMs nearby.

What's this building here?

Listed as a private business.

Property owner is Amber Starr.

Wait, what? The Amber Starr?

I doubt there's two.
Do you know her?

Yeah, she runs a string
of massage parlors.

Security conscious?
Are you kidding me?

She's probably got more cameras

than the Pentagon,
inside and out.

But she's not just gonna

hand over her hard drive
to anyone.

But she does owe me a favor.

Stop.

Go back.

24 hours ago.

Four guys plus the driver.

No prizes for guessing

what's inside those duffel bags.

Eric, hold it there, please.

Bugger.

Got a name on the airport guy.

TSA security footage
out of Los Angeles.

Facial recognition scan.

It's, probably a fake I.D.,

but a Robert Spears
flew into LAX

at 6:00 A.M. this morning.

All right.

I'm gonna send Callen and
Sam back to Los Angeles.

You can wrap up
your investigation here.

Okay. Incoming.

Harris, Owen, we've had a
disturbing development.

Earlier today,
a man named Ari Sayed

and four others were recorded

leaving Santoso's apartment.

They're all Afghani military,
and disappeared

from a DoD training course
last month, in Texas.

What sort of training?

Advanced aeronautics.

They're all qualified pilots.

Spears rented a car
when he flew into L.A.

Same credit card
was used to rent the van

that picked up the men
at Santoso's apartment.

Spears upgraded;
Got himself a car with GPS.

Where is it now?

About two blocks away.

Burbank police found it
in the driveway

of a house owned
by a TSA officer.

They found his body
in the garage,

dead less than an hour.

His security pass was missing.

They also found spray paint can

and a stencil
with the letters T-S-A.

Well, Spears is
the head of the snake.

He took out Santoso, who
supplied weapons to his cell.

So either he didn't trust him
or doesn't need him anymore.

He took out Sergeant Tyler
on the off chance someone

recognized him.

Spears is a Westerner.

Which do you think?

Money or ideology?

Money, I hope.

Both vehicles... load 'em up.

Eric, alert Burbank authorities

to lock down all vehicle access
to the airport.

And we need to know which gate
TSA personnel use to drive on.

Stand by.

Callen, end of the street,
Gate B.

Got it.

Sam. The white van.

Hang on, Kensi. Stay close.

Roger that.

I.D.

Move it! Move it!

Paris, with me. On Spears.

Turn over!

Over!

Four dead, one slightly wounded.

Spears?

He got away.

What's in the box?

Wow, that is
a fantastic question,

Why don't you ask my partner,

not that she's gonna tell you.

I forgot his birthday.

I felt bad,
so I decided to get him

something that he's
always wanted

more than anything else
in the world.

Cool.

Claire gave me socks
for my birthday.

They gave me a rash.

You already had the rash, Dave.

But it got worse.

They're warm socks, though.

You really did that?

Open it, find out.

And what if you got it wrong?

I mean, 'cause

life doesn't get any better
than this moment right now

'cause everything
I ever wanted is inside...

this box, right?

There's no real reason
to open it, then, is there?

Nope.

There isn't.

It's not socks, is it?

I'm just gonna put this up here.

Danny?

Yeah, yeah, they're taking him
off the critical list.

That's good news.

Yeah.

Well, you're a man down.

A couple months, that's all.

I better tell the team.

Eric and Nell are checking
cell phone calls with the NSA.

We might have leads on
Spears within the hour.

I want this guy.

You're not the only one.

You weren't
in San Francisco, Owen.

You were in New York, on
your way to Washington.

You've seen his work before.

Our shooter's got a name now,
or at least a face.

Long story, is it?

Red team's a man down.

You really want me
to approve this?

It's about time they put
the past behind them.

As long as you don't
expect me to tell her.

No.

My decision, my job.

Bugger, he's early.

I loved him for that.

It was such a crazy thing to do.

Roy.

Sorry to hear about Danny.

Yeah, he's going
to be all right.

Good.

Evening, Roy.

Hetty, sir.

Roy. You're early.

Roy is going

to be filling in
until Danny's fit for duty.

You good with that?

I didn't see that.

Well, that wasn't
so bad, was it, Roy?

Roy!

It's okay... okay.

Where were you?

You okay?

Yeah, never better.

Wow.

What'd he do?

He didn't stay down.

Why don't you just
go ahead and ask?

About Roy.

Okay.

What about Roy?

I should have told you
to go to hell.

Well, you wouldn't have been the
first to make that suggestion.

But, look, here you are.

Why'd you offer me this?

But the more intriguing
question, Roy, is:

Why did you accept?

Redemption.

Hers or yours?

We used to work together,
a few years back.

New York Field Office.

We were partners.

Roy was an agent.

When did he stop
being an agent?

When he got shot.

What happened that night?

What happened?

You sent us out there, Hetty.

You set up the operation.

You know what happened.

You were investigating
a weapons dealer in New York.

You were ambushed in an alley.

Three of the assailants
were killed.

You were wounded,
you almost died.

That's right.

So why are you asking?

Because that's not
the full story.

I work alone now.

I used to work alone.

You miss it?

Not since I've been
with the big fella.

It's good to have a partner.

You and Paris were
such a good team.

Why are you trying
to put us together again?

As you said... redemption.

Ours or yours?

Yeah.

Okay, we're on the way.

We've got a lead on Spears.

Working on the assumption that
Spears used his cell phone

immediately after we
stopped the attack,

we checked all
calls originating

in and around the airport
and came up with this.

A call made to a
satellite phone

3½ minutes
after Spears slipped away.

NSA routinely records
satellite phone calls.

This is what they got.

I need you to get me
out of here now.

Okay, I get it.

Just saying, it's going to take
some time for me to organize.

It's going to cost.

How long?

The day after tomorrow, okay?

There's a hotel...
the El Centro West Plaza.

Book a room,
use the name Jackson.

You hole up there and you wait
to be contacted.

Stay away from
the border checkpoints.

They'll be watching for you.

The guy who smuggled you
over the border

will take you back across.

Have you got that?

Yeah.

St off the phone.

Spears is English.

The other guy sounds
like a contractor.

Probably hired to provide
technical support.

How far is El Centro?

Three hours south,
right on the border.

Spears is our priority.

I don't want him coming back
to try this again

with another terrorist cell.

Mr. Callen, interrogate
the surviving terrorist

and find our friend
on the satellite phone.

Ms. Summerskill, get your
team down to El Centro.

Watch that hotel. Yeah.

And, Ms. Summerskill,
you're still a man down.

Okay.

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