NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 19 - Red: Part Two - full transcript

A man's been found,

shot through the back
of the head

with a low-velocity round.

The murder weapon
was used two days later

to kill a Marine in Idaho.

Our Red Team's already
on the ground.

They work, travel,
sleep together.

It's basically like living on
a submarine.

Meet our boss,
Paris Summerskill.

Callen...
heard a lot about you.

Special Agent Claire Keats...
Hi.



Dave Flynn...
Hey.

and Kai.
Thank you, sir.

Spears and his terrorist cell

are our priority.

Both vehicles,
let's load them up.

Four dead,
one slightly injured.

Spears got away.

Roy is going to be filling in.

You good with that?

Why'd you offer me this?

Why did you accept?

Roy!

Where were you?

Redemption.



Mr. Callen, interrogate
the surviving terrorist.

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

Find Robert Spears.

And, Ms. Summerskill,

you're still a man down.

You should take
another look at the report

on Roy's shooting;
refresh your memory.

You know, I never did find
out who redacted that report.

A lot of unanswered questions
about that night, Henrietta.

And a few buried secrets.

Will he ever trust her?

I think the question is, Owen,

will Paris ever trust herself?

♪ NCIS: LA 4x19 ♪
Red (2)
Original Air Date on March 26, 2013

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♪

How was the flight, Kai?

Me and the trucks
did just fine.

It feels good
to be warm again.

Yeah, and tomorrow we'll be
sweating our asses off

wishing we were someplace cool,
like Idaho.

Eight states in 13 weeks,

not to mention our side trips to
Kuwait, Somalia,

and the Bahamas.

You didn't
like the Bahamas?

I love the Bahamas.

All right, I'm just saying,

we never stay in one
place long enough

to warm up,
cool down or chill out.

Okay, Kai, we've got to--
We really got to get these--

Look-look, I got it.
All right?

And I don't need to be told
twice and at the same time.

Base camp is on
the northern edge of town.

All right, I've sent
maps to your phones.

Along with local law
enforcement,

FBI, Border Protection and
State Police contact details.

And all of you,

you still need to sign Danny's
get well card.

Give it here.

I'm driving Shirley,
you got Laverne.

Okay, I got Laverne.

This could
get difficult.

Which one do we salute?

Paris.

No, no. Roy's senior.

Paris used to work for him
before he was shot.

He's an analyst, she's an agent.

That puts Paris in charge.

Theoretically.

It's not theoretical,
it's practical.

Paris is boss.

Has anybody told him?

Probably not.

You're right;
this could get difficult.

Mm-hmm.
Mmm! Does this contain nuts?

You don't have
a nut allergy, Dave.

I-I think my glands
are swollen.

Do I look puffy?

You always look puffy, Dave.
Do I...?

Your friends are dead,
Ari; you're alive.

You got
nothing to lose.

So why don't you
tell us about Spears.

He is the one you fear.

With his yellow hair
and white skin.

He is the man that
you pass on the street,

the man who sits
beside you on the train;

serves you coffee,
serves you popcorn.

Kneels besides
you at church.

Kisses your daughter.

He is the one you hate

because he is you.

The future of
the Holy Jihad.

A white Muslim.

And one day,
there will be 10,000 Spears

aimed at your heart.

And your CIA will not
know friend from foe.

And America and
the West will crumble.

And Allah will be triumphant.

While Spears
is still out there,

Ari's not going
to give us anything.

Ari thinks
Spears got away.

Well, small point,
but he did get away.

Did he?

Do you want to tell him,
or should I?

You tell him.

Spears is dead.

I don't believe you.

I saw him escape
with my own eyes.

Killed an hour ago in El Centro.

Betrayed by the man
who smuggled him

across the border from Mexico.

It's not true.

You know it is.

You know he crossed the border
at El Centro.

I'm guessing you even know
the name of the man

who helped smuggle him.

If what you say is true,

then Allah will take his revenge
on this man.

Let us be Allah's instrument.

Tell us this man's name.

By telling us,

you will avenge Spears.

His name is José Ramirez.

And game.

Paris, you in position?

Yeah, we're just setting up.

We'll get right on it.

Ari Sayed
gave us a name:

José Ramirez.

Ramirez is a
Mexican-born U.S. citizen

who lives here in El Centro.

He specializes in
smuggling people and weapons

across the border.

Every time the Border Patrol
gets close to Ramirez,

people start dying.

Usually informants
or witnesses.

Okay, he's got a ranch...
ten miles out of town.

Got a plan?

We're going
to check it out.

Maybe you can work up
some local intel on Ramirez.

Got it.

Only one road in.

Ramirez's ranch.

Yeah.

Just be careful.

Three cars.

Five, six, may--
at least seven guys.

High ground, a lot of buildings.

And Roy's right,
only one road in or out.

Hard to attack,
easy to defend.

Heads up,
they're on the move.

And they are
not messing around.

Have they seen us?
Too far.

Well, something's
got them spooked.

Here comes the man
himself-- Ramirez.

They are coming out hot.

We've got to move, now.

Oh, crap.

Here they come.

I think we've been made.

How could they have made us,
we just got here.

I think we're good.

Gun!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

Dave, how's your Spanish?

Uh... el...

What'd you say
to him, Dave?

Ask him out on a date?

El Centro.

One more pin in the map.

Hey...

Another head shot.

Paris.

She shot the bodyguard
in the head.

Yeah, we're-we're trained
to shoot for the body mass--

you know, the torso,
it's a bigger target--

she takes a head shot.

Circumstance,
spur of the moment.

No, no, no.

What-what-what about
the guy in Memphis

with the
homemade flamethrower?

Head shot.

That messed-up
cartel gunfight we got into

in New Mexico.

Two guys, both head shots.

Is this going anywhere?

No.

Just curious.

Curiosity
killed the cat, Dave.

Probably a head shot.

Oh, you took your time.

Yeah, I've been drinking tequila
with the county sheriff.

He's a little upset he hadn't
been told

we were in his jurisdiction.

Well, we sent an e-mail.

I was just...
Pay him a courtesy call.

I told him you were on the way
when we got the Ramirez intel.

Any sign of him?

Nah.
My drinking buddy thinks

he hightailed it down to Mexico.

Might be something
on this, Dave.

Cool. Homework.
How'd you get it?

Oh, Sheriff Drunky
let me download the GPS data

from the wreck.

Hey, whose turn is it
to cook dinner?

Me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I can, uh...

...can cook.

Pizza counts, right?

Do you want to tell
me this story over

a cup of tea, Owen...

or should I break
out the scotch?

Five years ago, I was part
of a joint FBI task force.

Bobby-Lee Wilson
was a whistle-blower.

We had him
under witness protection,

but he was murdered before
he could give his testimony.

Shot in the back of the head
with a low-velocity round?

Yeah, he was in the next room.

Shooter used a pillow
to muffle the sound.

We still don't know
how he got past us.

Kept me awake
at night for months.

Well, your shooter
has a face now.

Well, if it's the same man.

If we were to believe what
Ari Sayed told Callen and Sam,

Spears is a fundamentalist
driven by his ideology.

So what's he doing working
as a contract killer

five years ago?
Mm.

Eric?

A data search.

All states.

Go back five years;
unsolved murders.

All the victims shot
in the back of the head

with a low-velocity round.

Got it.

Can't have you
losing sleep, Owen.

That's another five
dollars you owe me.

No, no.
No, I worked all night,

on-on Roy's GPS stuff.
Wait, what's it up to?

Fifty-five.

You-you know,
I never agreed to the whole

"morning run challenge" thing.
It was just one time.

It was a...

one-time thing.

You awake?

Now I am.

Hundred and five, right?

Hundred and ten.

Dock my pay.

Already have.

How far?

Five miles.

Used to be ten.

I hate this bathroom.

Kai?
Roy.

Okay, Roy, Paris
and then me

in the shower--
don't even think

about it, Dave,
or I'll shoot you.

Good to know.

You find anything from the
GPS data Roy gave you?

Yes. Okay.

Uh, multiple trips every day.

Mostly in and around El Centro.

Now, first trip every day
is always in the same location.

Ramirez's ranch.
Right. Which is also

the final destination every day.

And in between?
Well, the second most visited location

is a place up on the Salton Sea.

At least one return trip
a day, every day.

Worth checking out.

Where, exactly?
Place called Bombay Beach.

Mm. Sounds exotic.

Yeah, it's
exotic, all right.

I wouldn't be
packing my bikini.

I-I mean, your bikini.

I mean, not that I would actually
be packing your bikini.

That would be weird.

You done?

I'm done.
Don't shoot me.

Bam!

Is that for me?

And Kensi.

From?

Hetty Lange.

That looks bad.

Very bad.
How bad?

Well, 117 unsolved murder cases

from across the U.S.
where the victim

was shot in the head
with a low-velocity round.

I don't want that.
This puppy's got five years worth.

Hetty wants you to sift
through the files and look

for common denominators.

Be my guest.

Ladies first, I insist.

Hey.

You might want to see this.

So, I ran a facial
recognition program

and found all the footage
of Spears at O'Hare Airport.

There's someone
with him.

Mm-hmm.
Guy in a red scarf.

Now, there's only five frames
before he's obscured,

but Spears is definitely
talking to him.

Nice catch, Nell.
Thanks.

Now I just have to go through
all the footage again

and try to find a clean frame of him
somewhere else in the airport.

Good luck with that.

Welcome to Bombay Beach,

where man met nature
and nature won.

Water here is
saltier than seawater.

Reminds me of Chernobyl.

You've been to Chernobyl?

Briefly.

All right.

GPS...

logged Ramirez's car...

taking this dirt road,

stopping about a quarter
mile further along.

's not a through
road, though;

must lead to a house.

We'll walk.

That's Ramirez's car.

♪

Got bodies.

Federal agents!

Federal agents

Paris. Dave.

In here.

I'm guessing they're illegals.

I'm guessing they're dead.

Ramirez.

Single gunshot
to the back of the head.

Looks like Spears
beat us to it.

You ever gonna do
anything with those?

An exhibition, maybe.
One day.

They made good time.

Sorry. Traffic.

Got caught
coming out of L.A.

How many bodies?

15, including Ramirez
and his two bodyguards.

Looks like the house was
the staging point to move illegals on

to other destinations,
probably Los Angeles.

So...

Ramirez arrives with his guys,

he waits outside
by his car;

his guys go inside
to take care of business,

and for whatever reason,

they kill all the people
in the house.

Dozens of spent
nine-millimeter casings inside,

none outside.

While they're doing that,
Ramirez gets tapped from behind,

low-velocity,
almost certain to be a .22-cal.

No shell casings?

No shell casings.

Had his Beretta in his hand.

Didn't even have time
to squeeze off a shot.

So Ramirez
was already dead when

his two guys came back out.
Yeah. Two guys

got tapped in the back
of the head as well.

Quick, silent and efficient.

Shooter is a ghost,
ninja or... invisible man.

Maybe all three.
Or none of the above.

Sheriff thinks Ramirez
might have been tipped off

that somebody was
coming to get him.

Must have spooked him.

Decided to get out.

Was cutting his losses.

So we weren't made.

He thought we were
coming to kill him.

Something's not adding up.

Why would Spears kill
the guy who could get

him out of here?

Last sighting
I have of red-scarf dude

was ten minutes
after he met with Spears.

What if he's not
catching a flight?

What if he's a local?
I'll check the parking lot footage.

Red-scarf dude's
got to pop up somewhere.

Thanks, amigo.

Adios.

♪

What is he doing?

You need a hand?

It's color-coded, right?
Blue to blue, green to green.

Open the stop valve,
turn on the pump.

A rare thing.

An agent who knows
his waste management.

Former agent.

Crap runs downhill.

That's all you got
to remember.

You find the guy
in the red scarf yet?

Still looking.
How about the guy

Spears talked to
on the satellite phone?

Still listening.

Nell's up to her ass
in NSA audio tape.

You like working with Paris?

Yeah.

Think this will work out?

Depends.

On what?

On how hard she hit you.

She didn't knock
you down, right?

Uh, no.

You kind of stagger?

Little.
Hmm.

Then you should be okay then.

I mean, she really hated you,

she would have put you
on your ass.

I've seen it.

Yeah, me, too.

You know why she did it?

I probably deserved it.

It's a long story.
Maybe I'll tell you one day.

Come on...

We gotta eat
more greens.

So, what do you think happened
out at that ranch?

Why would Spears

shoot the one guy that was going
to get him across the border?

Seems a dumb-ass thing to do.

What makes you think
it was Spears?

A low-velocity round
to the back of the head.

Spears' signature.

That's the shooter's signature.

Maybe we got this wrong.

Maybe Spears isn't the shooter.

Wonder what it would be like--

you, me, Red Team...

Unbearable.

...working together.

We're supposed to be working
an unsolved murder case

in which the victim was shot
in the back of the head

with a low-velocity
round, Deeks.

Living together.

Me walking in on
you in the shower.

Or the bunk room.

You walking in on
me in the shower.

Or the bunk room.

You walking in
on Sam or Hetty.

Who invited them?

We're a team, aren't we?

Yeah.
No, two people can be a team.

Mm. How many case files
have you reviewed?

Seven.
Mm?

Almost.

Thirty-three.

Thirty-three?!

Get on it!

Detective Marty Deeks,
Cold Case Division.

Oh. Yes.

Hi... Hetty.
Yes. No, we're...

Right now?

- Ops on the double.
- Now.

Okay. Yeah.
No, we're on it.

Hey, uh, you think, uh,

Hetty wears a shower cap?

Red Scarf Guy, or "Dude,"
as Kai likes to call him,

proved elusive.

After meeting Spears, we only
caught a few frames of him

in airport security cameras
until...

he stopped for a
coffee in terminal two.

Yeah, his name is Tommy Kraus.

He lives in Los Angeles,
right there in your backyard.

And here's the kicker.

Tommy Kraus is the proud
owner of a satellite phone.

The same satellite phone
used to contact Spears.

Red Scarf Guy and Satellite
Guy are the same... guy.

Tommy Kraus is

like an underworld
Mr. Fix-it.

You need weapons,
Kraus can arrange it.

A safe house, false papers--
Kraus can supply it.

So Kraus flies to Chicago,
meets Spears,

talk a little business,
maybe get paid.

He knows everyone, everything.

Maybe he knows
where Spears has gone.

Ms. Blye, Detective Deeks,
I want him.

Dead or alive.

Um.... a-alive.
Alive, alive.

Alive is better than dead.

Wow.

We got a plan?

We always got a plan.

Yeah? What is it?
What is the plan?

The plan is to go up
and knock on the door, and...

You don't have
a plan, do you?

I don't have a plan.

Well, I guess we could just, uh,
wait for him to answer the door,

and then take him in
for questioning.

That's not a plan.

Ah, sounds like
a damn good plan to me.

What if he doesn't
answer the door?

May I help you?

Yeah. We're so
sorry we're late.

We are.

Marty forgot his meds... again.
I did.

So we had to turn around and
go back and get 'em... again.

Can Mr. Kraus
still see us?

He didn't say anything
about an appointment.

Well...

that's maybe because
the appointment is...

personal in nature,
and not something

that he would share
with his... assistant?

Uh... yeah.

Look, he's not here right now,

so you're going
to have to come back.

Actually, that's not okay.
LAPD.

That's your plan?

Wait... you guys can't come
in here without a warrant.

Probable cause... unless
that's incense I'm smelling.

Wow. Yeah.
There's a kitty cat in the...

Look, he's not here, okay?

And you are?
Brett.

His assistant?

His bodyguard.

All right.

Oh, sure you are.

You the pool boy, Brett?

No, I bet you're
the gardener.

Mm... gardener.

You take care of
your, uh, boss's

indoor potted plants,
do you?

What do you want to know?

Where's Tommy?

You're going to be in
a whole lot more trouble with us

than your boss if you don't tell
us what we need to know, kiddo.

He got a call,
said he had to go meet some guy.

How long?

Couple of hours ago.

He said he wouldn't be back
until tomorrow.

Meet some
guy where?

Some hotel...

down in El Centro.

Looks like
all roads lead to El Centro.

Sam, looks like the phone used

to make the call is a burner.

Thanks, Eric.

The call that Kraus received
was from a burn phone.

Eric's trying to pull a
tape of the conversation.

What if it's Spears
covering his tracks?

He kills Ramirez first,

then he calls Kraus,

lures him here
to pop him, as well.

Or maybe, Kraus heard
that Ramirez is dead,

and is coming to meet Spears
with another plan.

What?

You think I'm too eager?

Eager's good.
Keeps you sharp.

You know, Hetty thinks

they'd be good for each other.

That's why she was checking in
on us the night you arrived.

Did you notice that?

I noticed.

Did Callen?

No. Did Paris?

No.

Maybe Hetty's right.

Maybe they have got
something in common.

Hetty's always right.

So, you like
this whole road thing?

Yeah, I love it.

How about you?
Undercover work?

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

Yeah, me neither.

You want a coffee?

Oh, a beer would be good.

Oh, what? What?
You don't drink beer?

Soon as we get these guys.

Full strength.

None of the light stuff.

Mm-hmm. Got it.

- Sam...
- Yep.

Black BMW
outside the hotel.

That's Kraus.

Got him.

Oh, no...

Hello, Tommy.

Do I know you?

Not yet.

One down.

One to go.

13 cases in five years
that fit the M.O.--

low-velocity, up-close wound
to the back of the head.

Different victims,
different states.

Only connection is
the person who shot them.

Contract killings.

Why would a Jihadist be
working as a contract killer?

He wouldn't.

Kitchen is closed,
laboratory is open.

I'm hungry.

Rules is rules.

Yeah, you're doing
a bullet comparison?

Mm. Three slugs,
three victims--

Ramirez and his
two bodyguards.

And I just found something
that shouldn't be there.

On which bullet?

All three of 'em.

So, I was going through
the footage we found

from the airport on Tommy Kraus.

That's when I found it.

Easily missed.
Mm-hmm.

We're gonna have to find
another camera angle.

He's definitely
talking to someone.

Let's see who it is.

You've got company.

Black coffee, one sugar.

Turkey sandwich, no mayo.

What do you want, Roy?

An elephant stamp
for remembering?

Hey, give me one for caring.

Why didn't you say, "Go to hell"
when Hetty offered you this?

Well, 'cause it's just
for a couple months

till Danny gets back on deck.

Question was why, not how long.

I don't know why.

Look, if you're looking for answers,
I don't have any more answers.

I gave you...
No, no, no. I'm...

I'm not looking
for any answers.

Trying to find answers
kept me up for three years.

All right, you had
your reasons.

If I wanted to know, you would
have let me know, right?

Just till Danny's back then.

Right.
Right.

All right, let's start
with: I'm the boss.

Fine, you're the boss.

You do as I say.

Yeah.

You keep your
opinions to yourself.

Understood, Cap'n.

And no indoor soccer.

No, none.

I'm sorry you got shot, Roy.

Me, too.

Accounts
in the Cayman Islands,

properties in South America,
Spain, and Belgium.

I like the place
in Madrid.

You're a wealthy guy,
Tommy.

You know how good
that makes me feel?

That you're
a wealthy guy?

That you're telling me all this.

Because there is no way you got
all this information legally,

and you are dealing, here,
with someone who knows the law.

Intimately.

Are you intimate
with the Patriot Act, Tommy?

Legislation enacted
to protect

Americans from terrorists.

Tommy the Terrorist.

I like that.

That's funny.
Has a nice ring to it.

Mm-hmm.

It's not funny
for you, though.

You think I'm
a terrorist?

We have you on tape
arranging to help

a known terrorist
illegally cross the border,

we have photos of you meeting
that same terrorist,

and we have evidence
that you helped supply weapons

for a planned terrorist attack
on the United States.

It's called giving aid and
comfort to the enemy, Tommy.

It's also known
as treason.

I am not a terrorist,
I am a patriot.

I tried to stop
this thing

as soon as I found out
what he was planning.

What who was planning?

Look, I thought
he was a dealer.

I get him across
the border,

I supply him with some
hardware, a safe house.

I mean, it's no big deal.

I swear, as soon as I
realized what he was up to,

I tried to stop him.

How?

Look, he's the enemy, right?

So it's not murder,
it's lawful.

I was protecting
my country.

I deserve a medal
for what I did.

How, Tommy?

I hired a contractor
to clean up the mess--

Santoso,
Ramirez, Spears.

Spears isn't the shooter.

He's the target.

Callen, he's here.

Got him.

Roy, stay in the car.

There he is.

Spears!

I'll take the stairs.

Watch the elevator.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah.

Paris, can you hear me?

I...

Dave?

...lipstick...
Did you say "lipstick"?

Tell us his name.

The shooter's not a man.

It's a woman.

We've seen her before.

♪

I told you to stay in the car.

I know, I know.
My bad.

It won't
happen again, I promise.

What's that?

Kiss of death.

Hey.
Hey.

Want to stay
for dinner?

Dave's not cooking.

I appreciate that,
but Sam has a family.

Right.

What exactly happened
the night Roy got shot?

Stay with me.
Stay with me.

I shot a guy,
and he didn't stay down.

He was wearing a vest.

Roy saved my life.

So what's the problem?

It's complicated.

We got a case.

Where?

Bald Knob, Arkansas.

Hear it's quite a place.

I'm good with
complicated.

It's really complicated.

So, um...

I guess that beer's
going to have to wait.

I guess so.

Hey.

Take care, Roy.

We got it wrong
from the start, Owen.

Tyler wasn't killed
because he filmed Spears.

He was killed because he filmed
the woman sent to kill him.

She's been shooting people for
money for more than a decade,

including my witness.

Here's to Paris
and Callen.

You mean Roy.

Of course.

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