NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 20 - Purity - full transcript

Gentlemen...

a toast to the Navy's...

best damn Airedale!

Happy birthday,
Flash!

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, Flash!

Thanks, guys.

Ah, you ready
for private dance?

Oh, my goodness.

No, I'm sorry.
Oh, come on,

birthday boy,
let's have some fun.

Maybe later.



How much is this
gonna set us all back?

A hundred dollars
for ten minutes.

See, that's a problem.
See, I didn't go to the ATM.

All right, boys, let's pony up.
Um...

Shut up.
$120, tip included.

Guys... Really?

You know,

- you're all going to hell.
- Yeah, we are. Whoo!

Happy birthday, buddy.

Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash!

So, what's your name?
Joshua.

And why do your friends
call you "Flash"?

Because...

because my
last name's Gordon.



Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm, uh...
I'm good.

Here you go, honey.

You just...

sit back... and relax.

You okay?

Hey!

Hey, wake up.

Yo, fellas.

Come get your guy--
he's too drunk

for dance.
What do you mean drunk?

I remember
my first beer.

No, that's impossible, he didn't
have anything to drink.

Hey, call 911!

Lay him down.

♪

Is he breath...
is he breathing?

I can't feel a pulse.

Corpsman, help!

Corpsman!

♪

♪ NCIS: LA 4x20 ♪
Purity
Original Air Date on April 9, 2013

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You looking for something?

Not anymore.

- Found it.
- What'd you lose

this time?
Nothing.

Just a op report
from Santoso's condo.

That was due last week.

Well... hey!

Vacation request
submission, 2011.

2011? Wow, really?

If you built a time machine
and didn't tell me about it,

I am gonna be pissed.
Morning.

- What's up?
- Kensi seems

to have lost something.

Shocking.

I misplaced my W-2 form.

- What, your wage statement?
- You could just

request another one.
Do you know how long

that takes?
April 15 is next week.

You haven't filed
your tax return?

Oh, and I suppose you have?
Are you kidding me?

You're such a geek.

Really?
Sam, Callen?

Met with my accountant
in February.

You have an accountant?

Mortgage,

charities, kids,
itemized deductions.

It gets complicated.

I did mine last week.
No dependents.

The E-Z form takes,
what, two minutes.

And just
for the record,

I e-filed mine on January 31
and just got myself

a handsome
refund of $1,900.

How'd you pull that off?

Schedule D.
Uh, expenses as a detective.

Deeks, you're an employee.
Only independent contractors

can claim work-related expenses.

Yeah, tell that
to my checking account.

You can get me a refund?

You kidding me?

Piece of cake, just give me your social.
I wouldn't.

- Definitely not.
- Come on.

If you can't trust your...

Leftover from April Fool's.

Lieutenant Joshua Gordon,

pilot for the Carrier Airborne

Early Warning Squadron
out of Point Mugu.

His birthday celebration

took a fatal turn
in the VIP lounge

of a bikini
bar in Oxnard.

Mm, I can think

of worse ways to go.

- What?
- Cocaine causes seizures.

Uh, close. Also starts
with a "C," ends with an "E."

Anyone? Anyone?
Ding, time's up.

We were looking
for cyanide.

Cyanide.
Someone poisoned him?

Poisoned them.

We also have
a dead dancer, and...

Flight Officer Randall
Baker should be released

from the hospital
sometime today.

The
poisoning victims

weren't drinking any alcohol;

they were only drinking water.

- Ah, the dangers of abstinence.
- How much cyanide

- did they ingest?
- Not much.

A quarter teaspoon
is deadly within minutes.

And how did the cyanide
get in the water?

Isn't that just the
$64,000 question?

Mr. Beale?

Jihadist groups

are taking credit for the attack
on the Internet.

"Those who poisoned
our land with war

"shall be poisoned
on their own soil.

More attacks to come."

Pull up everything
on local cells.

Nah.

This message is full
of spelling errors, bad grammar.

I doubt if this is the work of an
Arabic speaker.

Someone could be
pointing a finger,

- trying to deflect the blame.
- Okay,

well, where does one
get cyanide?

Let's track down potential
sources in the area.

We'll take
the bikini bar.

What? We will?
I don't like to see him beg.

And plus, he would mope
all the way

to Point Mugu
if we didn't.

This is fantastic news,
but I don't beg.

Oh, you beg.
I definitely don't mope.

Mm.
'Cause you're the moper.

You're, like, Mopey Dick.

Well...
Hm.

Feel free to take
the pole for a spin.

Oh, touché.

I'm, uh, seeing the bar.
Not a lot of bikinis.

Ah, we interviewed the girls

and sent them home.

You sent the...
girls home?

That's good.
Nice-nice work.

We traced the cyanide
to this watercooler.

You sure about that?
Verified

by Hazmat.

Tap water was pure.

Here...

we have a positive
Prussian Blue test.

Shouldn't we
be wearing masks?

Oh, no, no, no, that's...
hydrogen cyanide is a gas.

This is potassium cyanide--

it's a salt
that dissolves in water.

Mm.

Got no evidence
of tampering.

Who changed the bottle?

Janitor by the name
of Zaki Faheem.

He could've put the cyanide in

when he took off the cap.

Doesn't look
like he did.

Take a look.

New water bottle
at 2235.

Three poisonings
at 2247.

Found the cap
in the trash

with a pinhole in it.

Looks like someone injected
poison in advance.

What do we know
about the janitor?

No hits on the DHS
terrorist database.

Has anybody
talked to Faheem?

Not at home;
cell phone's off.

We've got a BOLO out.
What about friends,

relatives in the area?
Checking right now.

How many cameras you got
in the Champagne Room?

Three.
You know, we're obviously

gonna have to review
last night's footage.

What? That is
a legitimate request.

You'd watch
the tapes, right?

Well, yeah...

definitely.

Definitely.

We can watch
them together.

Ew!
What?!

Now who's moping?

I'm not moping.

You're just creeping me out.

What are you talk... I'm trying
to keep America safe here.

I'm catching bad guys.

Uh, I remember Crawford
starting CPR on Flash,

and then I woke up
in the hospital, sir.

I understand that
last night at the bar

you were drinking water?

I'm not one for alcohol.

And Lieutenant Gordon?

Water as well, sir.

I only had a few sips,
but he came from the gym

and downed his pretty quickly.

Within
the squadron,

Lieutenant Gordon
have any conflicts?

No, sir.

Everyone had tremendous
respect for the man.

He never got

in any arguments?

It wasn't in
his nature.

I only ever heard him
raise his voice once.

When was that?

About a year ago.

To counsel a...

under-performing
aviation machinist mate.

You got a name?
Fryman.

But, uh, he's

no longer in the service.

He didn't get
along with anyone.

He received an...
other-than-honorable discharge.

It's a, uh... side effect

from the lack of oxygen
to the brain.

It should get
better in time.

So, what are we doing down here?

When I drank beer
in high school,

where would I
leave the bottles?

Not in your garbage can.

And not in the
can next-door.

At least three
houses down.

Hence the long walk
from the Bikini Bar.

Wait for it.

You can't...
Deeks... Aw...

That can't be safe.
Don't worry.

If I get my, uh,
clothes dirty at work,

I consider them
a uniform. Deductible.

See, the secret

is to write off anything
that vaguely relates to work,

so say for instance
I were to rent a, uh,

a heist movie,
then I would consider that

professional research.
If I were to...

Go to jail for tax fraud?

Undercover assignment.

If you smell like garbage,
you're taking the train home.

Bam! See what
that is? Huh?

That's probably gonna
be the murder weapon.

Oh, wow, this place is a
treasure trove of good stuff.

Think that's gonna fit?

I know how much
you love leopard print.

Yeah, how's it going, Kens?

Uh, we found a syringe that
might test positive for cyanide.

Nice. We just sent you
an address for Zaki Faheem's cousin.

Zaki's car was parked out front.
Okay, we'll check it out.

The good news is
the bad guys only had

a small amount of poison.

Au contraire,
mon frère.

There is a 200-pound drum
of potassium cyanide missing

from a silver plating factory
in Tujunga.

200 pounds?

Do the math.

That's enough to send
800,000 souls to heaven.

So this was
just the test.

Big one is yet to come.

All right, you guys,
here we go.

Here's one for you.

X plus five

times X minus two.

You sure we got
the right Fryman?

Doesn't look like
a troublemaker.

X squared plus
three X minus ten.

Awesome, Alex.
Way to go.

Want to show me
how you foiled the problem?

God, I love algebra.

It's logical, it's clean.

That's right,
you used to be a mathlete.

No, I wasn't a mathlete;
I was a Junior Math Olympian.

It's big difference.
Uh-huh.

You guys weren't allowed to count
on your fingers or something?

Ready, everybody?
Bring it in.

Winners never quit.

And break!

Yeah!

Dominic Fryman?

Uh, Dom.

Agents Callen,
Hanna. NCIS.

Uh, Dad, you coming?

Uh, yeah.

I'll meet you right there.
Just hit some ground balls

and I'll be there
in a little bit.

How can I help you guys?

You heard about
Lieutenant Gordon?

Yeah. That's, uh,
that's very sad news.

You ever make it up to Oxnard?

Seriously? It was
parent-teacher night.

We heard you two
didn't get along.

I didn't get along

with the entire navy.

I was deployed at sea, I was
away from my son for months.

It's a calling.

My son was my calling.
I wanted to be a real dad.

Can you think of anybody

who might want to harm
Lieutenant Gordon?

You know,
funny thing about Gordon is

no wife, no girlfriend,
never dated.

A few of us wondered
if he was gay.

"Don't ask, don't tell"
was repealed in 2010.

He could have been open.

Seems like the guy had
a lot of secrets.

This is just far
too complex.

I'll just use the E-Z form.

It's like burning
your paycheck.

Well, maybe I want to
do my part to pay down

the federal deficit.

So do I.
We should have a bake sale.

I mean, I make
a mean snickerdoodle.

Eric, the janitor's exiting
his cousin's house.

Mr. Faheem?

Federal agents.
Sir.

No. I got the back.
Cover the street.

No, no, don't.

Really?

Ah!

Deeks?

Faheem is down.
Where are you?

What happened?

Uh, I was attacked
by a hellhound.

You shot a dog?

No, I didn't shoot him.

It was just a warning shot,

but his pointy little ears
are gonna be ringing

for a few hours.
And this?

What this?
Oh, he just stole my shoe

and ripped my pantaloons.

Don't worry.
That's deductible.

Up.

As is the Band-Aids,

antibiotic cream,
deductible.

Tetanus shot,
deductible.

The two-hour
Swedish massage

because of my sore
muscles, deductible.

So, if you're innocent,
why'd you run?

I thought you were
going to hurt me.

I have been the victim
of hate crimes... twice.

We said we were federal agents.

Does he look like
a federal agent?

He's got a point there.

Besides, in my country,
the police are not so friendly.

You called in sick today.
You look pretty healthy to me.

I heard about the man who died.

They will blame me.

The bouncers,
they are not so enlightened.

I was afraid of...

How do you say,
"vigilante justice"?

You sound
like a pretty smart guy.

I have a degree
in Comparative Literature.

And you're working
at a strip club?

I got to pay the bills.

Two of the girls who dance there
are working on graduate degrees.

God bless America.

Look, I don't like
this job.

I don't tell my family about it.

You didn't tamper
with the water?

No.

You didn't help anyone else
gain access to the water jug?

Absolutely not.

We're gonna comb
through every text,

every e-mail, everything.

And if we find any link to terrorism,
you're gonna spend the rest

of your life behind bars.
You understand that?

I understand.

Did any customers seem
odd to you? Suspicious?

Only about 90% of them.
But there was

this new guy with a beer belly.
He came two nights

in a row
with a lot of questions.

Wanted to know if there were
any job openings.

You think you can I.D. him off
a security tape?

I can try.

You go through
a lot of cyanide?

It's the standard solvent
for gold and silver plating.

Last week we signed
for five barrels,

and now there's only four.

How does a 200-pound barrel
just walk away?

Good question.

Who has access to this elevator?

Security opens for deliveries
and spent material pickup.

We're combing through
the surveillance footage now.

Is the powder loose inside?

No. It's sealed in heavy plastic
in case the barrel gets damaged.

Whoa.

It-It shouldn't be like that.

I brought the kit.

That's negative
for cyanide.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

It's ordinary
table salt.

They probably all are.

I've got two more containers
that are unsealed.

Why take just one barrel?

Maybe someone interrupted them

when they were switching
them out.

That's a thousand pounds
of cyanide.

That's enough to kill
four million people.

Status of the Bikini Bar?

No fingerprints
on the syringe.

The water jug storage area
is off-camera and hidden

in an alcove.
What about Zaki Faheem's

- electronic footprint?
- Uh, clean as a whistle.

He hasn't even looked
at a porn site in three years.

Wait, you can tell
that sort of thing?

I'm just kidding.

Lieutenant Gordon's
sexual orientation?

He was practicing celibacy
as part of a Buddhist sect.

All right,

who would want to kill
a peace-loving Buddhist?

A Hindu from Sri Lanka.

Emperor of China.
A Bengal tiger.

Am I the only person
coming up with ideas here?

The factory's security
cameras gave us nothing.

No one was seen

tampering
with the barrels.

The next step is
to trace the delivery chain

from the cyanide factory
to the plating plant.

Something had to have
happened along the way.

Mr. Beale,

would you turn on
the news channel?

...San Fernando Valley,

where a freak series of heart
attacks has kept paramedics

on their toes
in this Chatsworth neighborhood.

The 911 calls came within
five minutes of each other

from three different homes.

Cyanide?

The heart is the first to go.
They could all

be using the same
bottled water service.

Well, let's hope so.

Because if that's not the case,

it's in the city's
drinking water.

Cyanide was confirmed
as the cause of death

in all three cases.
Only one house

on the block was getting
bottled water delivery.

Metropolitan Water District has
sensors throughout the system

that can detect contaminants.
Well, they didn't

- work very well last night.
- Well, they're not on every block.

This was a local attack.
No other casualties

means the cyanide diluted
in the system quickly.

You can't go public
with a "do not drink" order.

You'll have hospital gridlock
from everybody with a...

headache, stomach pain,
dizziness.

Hoarding of bottled water.
Fights at grocery stores.

Widespread panic.

That could be
the terrorist's goal.

Eric, pull up any information

on recent rentals or vacant
houses in the neighborhood.

We'll keep working on the
cyanide delivery. Kensi, Deeks,

check the water supply
in the Chatsworth neighborhood.

Excuse me.

Ms. Blye

will stay above,

and Mr. Deeks will go below.

What's this?

Wastewater Engineer?

Sewer worker?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

But no, like,
open trenches, right?

Like that crazy
scene from Les Mis?

Au revoir, monsieur Deeks.

Oh. Mon "due."

Mon Dieu.

Mon Dieu.

Hello, I'm Kelsey Blake,

Water Ambassador
with the utility district.

Hello there. How would you like
to cut your water bill by 50%?

We're giving away complimentary
low flow showerheads with

free installation today.
All I have to do

is inspect your faucets
and plumbing,

and I can offer you even more
money saving tips.

Sounds good to me.

How's it going up there?

Nothing toxic but a moldy
shower curtain. How about you?

Everything's shipshape,
but I keep hearing footsteps.

Either there's
a really large rat

or Javert is closing in.

Hey, Eugene. I'm all done.

Would you like a cup of tea?

I would love

a cup of tea, but I have
so much work to do.

Thank you.

Did you go next door?

No, not yet.

You probably shouldn't.

Why not?

They, uh...

shoot movies there.

Stag films.

Oh.

The pornos.

No, I got it.

I have even seen...

little people.

You know, dwarves.

And that can't be good.

One of the victims
in the Chatsworth poisoning

was a retired Marine Corps
general who hadn't seen action

since Desert
Storm in '91.

That's a long time
to hold a grudge.

Any of the others
have connections

to the military?
No. It doesn't look

like they were targeting
military personnel.

Whoa.

Text from the field. Kensi just

stumbled upon
an adult film shoot.

Makes sense. Chatsworth is the
epicenter of that industry.

What?

I had to research
it once for a case.

It was... before you were here.
So we had a hit

at a strip club
and a porn set.

Well, if the Arabic threats
turn out to be a hoax,

we could be dealing
with homegrown terrorists.

Who don't like when people
take their clothes off?

There are fundamentalist groups
who oppose indecency.

Eric, see if any
of them

have a history of violence.
No problem.

Oh, I just got a hit on a vacant
house less than a block

from the poisonings.

Let 'em know.
Got it.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Is today the open house? Hello?

Deeks...

get up here.

What'd you find?

Possible lead
on our baddies.

There's a
group called

Designing a
New America.

D.N.A.

They want the death penalty
for violent felons,

drug dealers and
child molesters.

"In order to create
an ideal society

that's safe for children."

Wonder how they feel
about strippers?

Well, they believe that for
America to be great again,

we need to clean
up our streets

and pour lots of
money into education.

It's a reasonable request.

Their Web site has a
list of upcoming protests

at Federal buildings,
uh, political speeches,

military funerals...

Why military funerals?

Because they want
defense spending

redirected to education.

Let Sam know.

Have him call my cell phone.

Well, it's not your typical
instant hot water rig.

Looks like at least
a five-gallon reservoir.

It's obviously some sort of
industrial pump.

Yeah, well, if the pump can
generate more pressure

than the outflow
of the faucet...

Then they could pump
anything they want

back into the
water supply.

Huh.

There's another
blue light special.

Then that's
our cyanide.

No more war, no more war...

Books, not bombs.
Books, not bombs.

Books, not bombs.
Books, not bombs.

No more war,
no more war...

Hey.

Knock it off.

Knock it off.
I said, knock it off!

Show some respect
for a fallen warrior.

His death was
unnecessary.

He is a victim of
corporate profits

by the military
industrial complex.

Look...

His parents will be driving
here soon. Come on, man.

Can't we have this debate
another time, another place?

How do you justify

spending $1.5 trillion
on unwinnable wars, huh?

Securing America's future.
America's future's

in the toilet. Our kids
can't read and write.

We rank 25th
in education

when we spend $700 billion
a year on defense

and only $19 billion
on our schools.

Look,

look, I'm gonna need
you to leave now, okay?

Really? Well, you never
heard of a little something

called freedom
of speech, huh?

Didn't they teach you
that there at West Point?

It's a Navy uniform.

And get out of my face!
Get out of my face, pal!

Look, you don't want to do this.
The voice

of the people will not be silenced!
But I can sure

as hell shut you up.
Oh, yeah, why don't you try?

Take this fool away.

He provoked and attacked me.

He started it.
I have witnesses!

Save it for the cops.
Yeah!

You okay?

Just a few scrapes.

What'd the police say?

What's it to you?

I was impressed
by your conviction.

But not enough
to get involved.

There are other ways
to make your point.

It's called a hand grenade.

You want to get these
guys' attention,

you got to give them a
taste of their own medicine.

I'm Lawrence.

Gary.

It's one of the protestors,
Eric.

Run him through facial rec.

As we speak.

I have a lot of friends
who share your views.

Want to go meet
some of them?

What... right now?

Unless you got
someplace else to be.

Okay, the Good Samaritan
is Lawrence De Vries.

Card-carrying member of D.N.A.,
Designing a New America.

Looks like Callen's

their first-round draft pick.

What the hell is this?

It's until we know
you can be trusted.

Yeah, no, thanks, pal.

So you didn't mean
what you said?

Talk is cheap.

We're trying
to make a difference,

and we have the resources
and conviction

to do so.

Do you?

I'm gonna hang back, Eric.
Keep tracking.

Okay, we're on it.

Oh, check this out.

Two days ago Kensi and Deeks'
Chatsworth cyanide house

had a plumber visit.

Equipment went in
and never came out.

And the van was
from a rental yard.

All right.
I'll text them the address.

Paul, to the front desk.

Paul,
to the front desk.

How ya doing?

Uh, a little help?

Watch the car!

Deep ball, center field.

Oh, Mays on the warning track.
It's going, it's going...

Ah-ha-hoo!

Mays makes the catch,
Giants win the pennant.

Who's Mays?

Who's Mays? Ha...

Just a kid I went
to middle school with.

All right,
does your dad work here?

No, my uncle.

How ya doing?
Nice catch. Thanks.

What do you folks need?

Federal Agents. We
need to check on a rental

from a few days ago.
Sure.

This your, uh, plumber's van?
Uh, we don't

- rent plumber's vans.
- License plate

says you do.
We have cargo vans.

Must have slapped
a mag sign on it.

You got a contract handy?
Yeah,

give me a minute.
Hey, you know,

it, uh, might've
been a Mexican guy.

Yeah...

here ya go.

Got a copy of the driver's license?
Uh, second page.

Zack Perez.

Aka Zaki Faheem, the janitor.

Is he in
trouble?

You can take
off your mask.

This is your
secret clubhouse, huh?

You know, when I was a kid we
had a clubhouse in the woods.

Come home from school, go
out play with my friends

until it was
time for dinner.

Now everything's
a supervised playdate.

Kids can't be kids.

And who can blame the
parents, not with all the...

molesters and abductors
and predators out there.

Mh-hmm.
It's a different world.

Bad guys used to be in prisons
and psychiatric hospitals.

And now they're on the streets.

Max, Gary.
Gary, Max.

How ya doing?

Heavy fire power.

Until they decide to take away
our Second Amendment rights.

Make yourself at home.

I'll ring the bell,
you cover the back.

I know that bark.

You know, dogs
can sense fear.

I thought you were
a dog whisperer.

Uh-huh, he's calm,
yeah. You here that?

That is a mocking bark.

I think you're suffering
from "post-dogmatic" stress.

Oh, it is on. It is on!

Hang on, hang on.
What? What do you got?

Go, Nell.

You guys can get in the
car and come on home.

Why, is Faheem is custody?

No, he doesn't even
have a real driver's license.

But we saw his fake one.

Yeah, we're not entirely sure
he's responsible for that.

We found traffic cam footage
of the plumber's van

in Chatsworth on the day.

Sending it
to you now.

Our construction rental guy.

Is now our evil

construction rental guy.

Call Sam. We're heading
back to the rental yard.

All right, we're on it.

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

What's the plan?

Special Agent Callen.

This is, uh,

awkward.

This place is gonna be crawling
with federal agents

in a matter of minutes.

We'll be long gone.

And so will you.

We know about the cyanide.
And after 1:00 a.m.,

the whole world will know
about the cyanide.

And the city will
be a better place for it.

Because...

I care about our future.

I want our children
to be educated.

To be the best
in the world.

How do we keep our
kids safe and secure

when the streets are filled
with felons, drug pushers...

and sexual deviants?

That's your plan?
Mass murder?

Only because the
government failed us, right?

When your car's dirty,
you wash it.

When your pipes are clogged,
you snake out the crud,

and you flush
away the filth.

That's how we're going to
make America great again.

Getting rid

of a bunch of criminals
in Downtown Los Angeles

is not going
to clean up all of America.

It's a call to action,
and many will follow.

It's a criminal act that's gonna
get you the death penalty.

I'm not
really all that concerned

about death, Agent Callen.

But perhaps you
should be. So, we can

either, uh...
shoot you...

...or you can drink the cyanide.

This is a much
cleaner way to go.

Is this the kind of example you want
to set for your son?

My son knows

that I'm trying to make the
world a better place for him.

Once I drink this, you're not
going to see him again.

It's hard to be a good dad

when you're behind bars
or dead.

Let's agree to disagree.

You know you're not getting away
with this, Fryman.

It should be right there
on your left.

I'm not seeing him.

Are you sure about this, Eric?

I'm positive.

And Kensi and Deeks
are on their way back to you.

Looks like it's closed.

You're within ten feet
of Callen's cell.

It hasn't moved in
the last half hour.

Got his phone.

Any sign of Callen?

They ditched his phone
in the trash.

This place is huge.

There's no way to tell
whether he's still here

or they moved him
somewhere else.

Well, before the trash can

his cell signal
was coming from

what appears to be
a warehouse.

Uh, 50 yards to the south.

Okay, you two clear
these two buildings,

I'll clear the warehouse.

What the hell took you so long?

You used the hydroxo-C?

Worked like a charm.

Ops is monitoring
all water sensors

and access points to
underground utilities.

And DWP is ready to cut off
the water supply

at a moment's notice.

We've got
local law enforcement

and Kaleidoscope
looking for them.

Eventually they're going
to have to show themselves.

Callen, you sure you don't want
to guide us from Ops?

I'm fine.
Yeah? 'Cause a couple hours ago,

you could barely move.

You want to arm wrestle?

Fair enough.

Okay, so I think
we've got something.

I figure whatever
they're going to do

it's going to be big
and require access

to the city's water supply

so I started looking
into recent repair work.

Yesterday, there were pothole
repairs on Hill Street.

Your tax dollars at work.

They were working adjacent

to the city's water main
access point,

but the city
has no record

of any authorized work
for that area.

If they mocked up
a couple of trucks,

set up some
barriers...

They could have easily
snuck in the cyanide.

Let's do this.

I'm in position.

Exit is covered.

Copy that, Sam.
We're in.

Federal agents!
Drop your weapon!

Agent Callen?

I'm back from the dead.

Yeah, not for long.

You're outnumbered.

It's you last
chance, Fryman.

You give yourself up, you
walk out of here alive.

That's not ever, ever going
to happen.

He's down.

Took his own cyanide.

Should we call 911?

Sam has the antidote--
call him.

It's almost 1:00.

We got to find
that cyanide.

Got something!

Don't come any closer.

Alex...

do you have a gun?

Did you kill my dad?

No...

he's on his way
to the E.R.,

then he's going
to jail.

It's over, Alex.

At 1:00 a.m., I'm
pulling the valve.

I promised to
do it right.

You'll hurt a lot
of innocent people, Alex.

You don't want to do that,
do you?

Alex?

Kids can't walk to school alone.

And when they get there, they're
not even safe in the classroom.

We need to fix America.

Not like this.

Drastic problems
require drastic solutions.

So you're going to poison
the whole city?

Just the bad people.

The good ones
are home asleep.

You know who's awake
right now, Alex?

Cops and fireman.

And doctors and nurses.

And people that work
at office buildings

sweeping and taking out
the trash.

You remember when your dad
was away at sea?

He was fighting an unjust war.

You pull that lever,

tomorrow morning

hundreds of kids
are going to wake up

and they're going to have
moms and dads

that are never coming back.

Is that what you want?

You're smart...

you're a good guy.

And you're going to make
this world a better place,

but not like this.

Do the right thing, Alex.

What's going to happen to me?

We're going to work it out.

Come on.

Uh, excuse me.
I'm sorry.

I just could not
stand it anymore.

So you invade my personal space?

No, I didn't invade
your personal space.

I was just cleaning
and organizing.

And you'll be happy to know
that I found your W-2.

Oh, my God.
Oh, thank you.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Have you seen G?

Uh, he had to get
a blood test.

Martin A. Deeks?

Yeah, Marty Deeks.
Who are you?

You've been served.

- What?
- What the hell?

How'd you even get in here?

I'm a federal employee

with a high level
security clearance.

You work for Granger?
No. The IRS.

Mr. Deeks,
federal law allows us

to examine the past seven years
of your tax returns.

Your illegal deductions,
with interest and penalties,

could cost you over
a hundred thousand dollars.

A h-hundred thousand dollars?

I suggest you bring
your accountant

to your formal
audit hearing

which is scheduled
for April 21.

No, no. No, no.
See, you, uh,

you actually screwed up
the date on-on this form,

which means it's probably
totally invalid.

See, if you look
right there,

'cause this says April 1 on it,
not April 21.

- So this is...
- Oh, no, that's right.

It's April Fool's.

Look at his face.

You rat bastards.

Don't look at us,
it wasn't our idea.

Hetty?

Oh, man.

She even pulled Morgan
out of retirement.

Sorry.

Morgan.

That was a great
party, man.

I loved your cake.
Thanks.

Morning, Alex.

Didn't think you'd come.

I said I would.

Got a ball?

Let's toss it.

What did you have
for breakfast?

Pancakes.

Lucky.

Pancakes?!

Sheesh.

How'd you sleep
last night?

Okay, I guess.

If you sleep well
the first night,

it means you're in a good place.

How do you know?

I just do.

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