NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 8 - Collateral - full transcript

♪

Shh.

Oh, Magoo,
you've done it again.

Way too early, Dex.

You went fishing again
last night, didn't you?

Caught two.
Didn't throw them back, either.

I'm glad you got to play Tony
Stark, Mr. Secret Agent Man.

But I'm freaking out here.

Seattle's breathing
down my neck.

Don't have a seizure, Dex.

You know how big
our bonus is if this game



does Modern Warfare 3 numbers?

Big enough to settle my lawsuit

and still be
filthy stinking rich.

Those cigars will kill you, man.

That's part of the fun.
Later, Dex.

♪

♪ NCIS: LA 4x08 ♪
Collateral
Original air date on November 27, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Huh?

Look at all those
center mass hits.

Nine, nine, nine.

I should change my name
to Herman Cain.

Yeah?



I think it's more like
Pee Wee Herman.

Read 'em...

and weep.

You know what?
These targets

are culturally biased.

Against what, surfers?

I'm serious, all right?

'Cause that is not a fair
assessment of my skills.

I am much better
when I'm on the move

and the target is talking smack
and firing back at me.

You still owe me dinner,
Crustacean, 8:00 p.m.

No sneakers, no jeans,
and wear a jacket.

Forget the garlic noodles.
When am I getting my album back?

It's a great record,
man; it's irreplaceable.

Then why don't you
just place it in my hands?

Sam let Deeks borrow an album
from his vinyl collection?

Isaac Hayes' Hot Buttered Soul.

Deeks has been
on a '70s kick

ever since he
rented Shaft from Netflix.

Not a good idea.
What, the Samuel Jackson remake?

Borrowing anything from Sam.

Here's the deal.

I'm just gonna say it.

My dog ate it.

He what?
Monty.

- Your dog?
- But don't worry,

because I have something
much, much better.

Bam! You know what
that is right there?

That is every song that
Isaac Hayes ever recorded

in the palm of your hand--
that's what that is.

Check it.

Deeks, let me explain
something to you.

You cannot experience the genius
of "Walk on By" on an MP3.

He made Burt Bacharach
sound funky.

Do you know
how hard that is?

Sam...
Vinyl has

a much fuller sound;
it has character.

It's a living,

breathing thing.

It's...

Got to wait. Hetty wants
you guys up in ops ASAP.

Aah.
You're a better liar

than that, Deeks.

I want my album back.

Mmm.

Damn it.

Nice try.

Thanks.

At 8:15 this morning,

Victor Potter was
killed by an explosion

on the balcony of his
Malibu beach house.

The security cam footage

is from an
adjacent house.

- Potter was CIA. Why do they need us?
- It's Hetty's call.

Roll it back. Sam, did you
see that-- the flare?

Exploding cigar?

Exploding lighter.

Well, exploding cigar
would've been cooler.

You know, Bugs Bunny,
Yosemite Sam.

I like Yosemite Sam.

Don't implicate him in this.

Was Potter working on something?
Is this blowback?

Hetty's source confirmed

he retired from the Agency
three years ago.

Since then,
he's made millions

consulting hotshot
movie directors

and video game companies about
his time with the Agency.

Wait, so Black Bag was his game?

That game is sweet.

His espionage CV reads
like a Fodor's Guide

to the War on Terror.

- What was his specialty?
- Precision explosives.

Somebody's probably trying
to send a message.

- You think?
- Let's check out Potter's place.

If this was Hetty's decision,
why didn't she brief us?

She's stuck on the phone.

Huh.

Here's all I'm saying.
With guns,

you're all about
the newest and the latest,

but not with music.
it's like this whole

iTunes revolution
has completely passed you by.

That's the point.

Vinyl makes you
sit down and listen.

Savor the experience,
you know?

See, that's-that's deep.

I always thought
that you smelled

like sweat and gunpowder,
but really,

that's patchouli,
'cause you, my friend,

are a hippie.
Okay.

We've just begun
our investigation, Owen.

I understand that,
but it's not necessary.

Potter's murder
is troubling, I agree.

I'll find that out

momentarily,
as soon as he calls me back.

Just received

the briefing on Victor Potter.

Very good, Mr. Callen.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

She blew me off.

I ignore you all the time;
it never bothered you before.

Something's up.

Something's
always up with Hetty.

Come on,
let's go.

I know that look.

That's the "what's
Hetty not telling me

that I'm dying
to know" look.

Don't try to
figure it out.

Many have tried
and failed.

That's actually
not what I'm thinking.

I just never realized

that you were
a Yosemite Sam apologist.

Yosemite Sam is
highly misunderstood.

There's a lot of heart
behind that fiery temper.

Well, I just had you pegged
as more of a Hanna-Barbera guy.

Ah, Hanna. Barbera.

Like I haven't
been hearing that

every year since
third grade.

Oh, you were
picked on as a kid?

Not since I started
doing push-ups.

What's your
favorite cartoon?

Let me guess.

G-Force.

Hong Kong Phooey.

He was a genius
at undercover work.

Underdog beats him every time.

He had a better
theme song.

Plus he could fly.

Underdog would kick
Hong Kong Phooey's ass.

What a view, huh?

Potter's got a life
like James Bond,

got a pad like Scarface, and
now he's deader than disco.

I guess it's true--

you can't take
it with you.

Ammonium nitrate, probably--

maybe a smidgen of C-4.

What'd you find?
Two champagne flutes,

two different shades
of lipstick.

He had company.
Computer's got a firewall.

We're gonna need Eric
to crack it.

I wonder what got him
more action, the view

or these pictures?
"Nah, forget about

"SEAL Team Six, baby--
I'm the one that

told my friend Barack
about Abbottabad."

I guess your poses

with Justin Bieber
and Snooki

don't quite have
the same sex appeal.

You'd be surprised.

Even if that laptop
has a firewall,

this tablet may
be more useful.

Damn.

Sam!

I'm married, not dead.

Wait a minute.

I-I know that girl.

Yeah, sure you do.

I do. I know her.
Her name is... Natalie.

No, no. Nicole. Nicole.

Her name is Nicole.

How exactly
do you know her?

Names come and go,
but you never forget

- a pretty face like that.
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure

that wasn't her face
you were looking at.

I'm serious.

- She works at Seven Star Oasis.
- And what's that,

a cruise line?
They may take you on a trip

around the world,
but no, Seven Star Oasis

is one of L.A.'s
most elite escort services.

That right there is one
very expensive call girl.

Damn.

Uh...

strong firewall.

So, what are we
talking, hours?

For Langley, maybe.
For me, seconds.

Potter's sign-in
is "Napoleon Solo."

That the guy from
Mission: Impossible?

The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

You know I like old TV shows.
Yeah, I know that.

You also collect
vintage muscle cars

and you listen
to vinyl records.

Your point being?

It's just an observation.

What's he trying
to tell me?

That you're a geek.
I am not a geek.

You don't see me collecting
lunch boxes and action figures.

Nothing wrong
with being a geek, Sam.

I am not a geek.

Okay.
You owe me

a dollar, swear jar--
you said "damn."

We have a swear jar? Since when?
How do you think

Hetty affords all of her tea?

She never said anything.
No.

She just takes it
out of your paycheck.

Damn.
Um...

Where is Hetty,
by the way?

I haven't seen her.

You get any hits on the
women from Potter's tablet?

I ran their faces

as soon as you e-mailed the
video over from Potter's house.

Nothing. They're probably
here illegally.

Okay, focus, boys. So, why did Kensi

and Deeks have
to break in?

Wouldn't it be easier

just to ask Seven Star
Oasis for a list

of their clients
and employees?

You never know who's
gonna be on the client list.

Ballplayers, politicians...

It would be like
Bill Belichick

giving you his Super Bowl playbook.
But...

you wouldn't need
Belichick's playbook.

Not if you videotaped

the team's walk-through
before the game.

Eric gave me this DVD:
46 Years

of Football Highlights.
I... finally watched it,

and I'm kind
of obsessed.

J-E-T-S!

Jets! Jets! Jets!

I'm a Pats fan,

so I'm gonna pay you now,
before I curse.

Thank you.
Patriots.

So, you know this girl?

Wha...? No.

I never said that
I know her know her.

I mean, not
biblically, at least.

It was an undercover
vice operation

back in the day, and I
was always a professional.

And you played
the pathetic john?

No, no, no.
I was a player.

Yeah, Zegna suit, Rolex.

Seven Star Oasis is all
about the high rollers.

And they believed you?

All you got to do is be
confident and look the part.

Yeah? All right.

What are you doing?

I look the part?

Absolutely.
You look the...

You look the part.

Is that supposed to be
a compliment or an insult?

As a professional--
I mean a pro...

Not-not a pro-pro. I just
meant like as-as an agent...

I'm gonna stop talking.

Listen, they're
gonna want to probably

get a little frisky
in the back room,

'cause they want to sample
the goods, so be careful.

Yeah, I can handle any man
that gets fresh with me.

Okay.

You know that.
Yeah.

Good luck there,
shnookums.

♪

May I help you?

Yes. My name is Paola.

Paula?

Do you have an appointment?

No.

Well, you can sit over there
with everyone else... sweetie.

♪

Yes.

I understand.

Paula?

Go right in.

I could always pick a winner.

That's my gift.

And when I see you,
that's what I see.

A thoroughbred.

Please don't call me a horse.

Okay? I'm not
an animal.

Oh, no, no, no, baby.
That's not what I mean.

I mean, when I see you,

I see someone smart and fast

and a go-getter.

You don't need
any of that stuff.

You're the
total package.

You don't need a
short skirt or heels.

I'm Wendy.

Paola.

What's your real name, darling?

It's Kathy.

Wow.

That thing with the
accent's impressive.

Well, Southern is out.

Exotic is in.

Ooh.

A pretty little
thing like you--

I bet you had to chase all
those little boys off, huh?

Yeah, well, after my stepdaddy,

everyone else was kind of easy.

You're not gonna have
that problem working for me.

Darling, I assure you.

Because no one's
ever gonna touch you

unless you say so.

All right.

Okay.

Once we match the photos
from Potter's tablet

with the Seven Star Oasis
database, we'll be in business.

How long, Eric?

Uh, five more seconds.

We keep lonely
rich men company.

That's it.

Nothing happens
that you don't want to happen.

We protect
our employees.

A lot of people
love working here.

And a lot of people
have become famous.

Come on.

Deeks is exposed. We need
to get them out of there.

Verifying now.

What do you want to do?
Do you want to sing, act?

Are you serious?

I could make that happen.

Really?

Yeah.

All you have to do is, um,

let me help you.

Can I do that?

We got it, guys.
Get out of there.

Hmm?

You can't help me.

Oh, yes.

Not now.

And not ever.

Hey, I'm gonna need a shower,
and I'm going to kill you.

She liked you.
I could tell.

Yeah, you could have
warned me, Deeks. Thanks.

You said
you could handle any man.

Didn't think a woman was gonna
throw you off your game.

Hey, listen to me.
Aah!

I am going to tell Sam

that you sat on his Isaac
Hayes record and broke it,

and Monty had nothing
to do with it.

You wouldn't do that.
Would you?

Hope I don't throw you
off your game.

That is not cool.

So you finally watched that
football DVD I gave you?

Yup.

And you were going to
tell me this when?

What? So I like football.

Big deal.

Just something else
we have in common.

So, the Giants...

Are boring.

You're talking about
the franchise of YA Tittle.

Bill Parcells.
Lawrence Taylor.

The 1958 greatest game
ever played

that launched the modern NFL.

Giants lost that game
to the Colts.

Okay. So you prefer
flash over substance.

Broadway lights
and pretty-boy quarterbacks.

In this case,
I think do.

Joe Willie Namath had swagger.

Ooh. I have to go find Hetty.

Just got a message for her.

I got swagger.

♪

Do you have a question,
Mr. Callen?

What's in the box?

The past.

Securely locked away.

Excuse me?

Hetty, Assistant Director
Granger needs you.

It's urgent.

Thank you.

You'll excuse me,

Mr. Callen?

So, we've I.D.'d the
women who spent the night

with Victor Potter
before he was killed.

I want you to keep an eye
on Hetty for me, Nell.

You want me to track Hetty?

I just need
to know where she is.

Okay, the last NCIS employee

to spy on Hetty
now has a permanent lisp.

Be discrete.

If you get caught,
there's always speech therapy.

Ha. Yeah, that's not
going to help me.

Well, at least we'll understand
what you're saying.

Where's your uniform,
Hong Kong Phooey?

Where's your theme music,
Underdog?

Federal agents!

We've got a body.

Clear.

Clear.

This one's still breathing.

Sam.

Eric, we're at
Nicole Burns' house.

Call Rescue.

Got it.

Two minutes later, she'd
be as dead as her friend.

She owes you her life.

What did you give her?
Naloxone.

She'll have a headache
like a freight train, but...

she'll be coherent.

Thank you.

This wasn't an accident,
was it, Nicole?

Why don't you tell us
what you remember?

I opened the door for him.

Who?

I don't know his name.

He was supposed to pay us
as a... as a side deal.

He said we could
make more money

if we didn't involve our agency.

That's the guy
he wanted us to meet.

Victor... Potter.

Ex-government big shot.

Our client told us, though,

that Potter couldn't know
we were pros.

We were supposed to act like

he was Denzel and Liam Neeson
rolled into one.

I know, right?

He wasn't even
that good-looking.

But he was funny.

He had a lot of, um,
spy stories,

like, stories about presidents.

Kissinger always said power
is the greatest aphrodisiac.

He's wrong.

Money is.

You said you were paid
to seduce Potter?

See, that's the thing.

Um, our client didn't care
if we slept with Potter.

All he cared about was some, um,
stupid prank with his lighter.

It didn't make
any sense.

I mean,
the lighters looked

exactly the same.

- Turned out to be a bad joke.
- You don't know

his name, and you invited him
back to your house to pay you?

No Seven Star Oasis?
No security?

You look smarter
than that, Nicole.

His name is Ruiz.

That's all I know.

He was popular with the girls.

Not a cheapskate
like some of these other guys.

He took girls shopping
on Rodeo Drive,

that sort of stuff.

Sounds like you liked this guy.

Until he pulled a gun

and shot us up with smack,
Ruiz was a real charmer.

How's Inez?

Inez didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

Nicole just I.D.'d Raul Ruiz as
both her client and assailant.

He's got more bodies on him
than Freddy Krueger.

There's an alphabet soup
of agencies who want him.

He does wet work for
the highest bidder.

Cartels, black bag
disavowed missions,

stuff for anyone
who's got the cash.

You think Ruiz was doing some
of Potter's dirty work?

Maybe stiffed him for money?

Whoop, hold on a second.

Guys,

I got a location on Ruiz.

Okay, security cam picked him up
at a cafe in Montrose.

Okay. You happen to know
where Hetty is, Nell?

I'm sorry. I tried.

She even took the chip
out of her cell phone.

Henrietta's whereabouts are
of no one's concern but her own.

You know where Hetty is?

She can take care of herself.

Henrietta's a big girl.

Well, relatively speaking.

So, where is she?

You solved
Potter's murder

and have a location
for his assassin.

The CIA can take it from here.

You asking us to stand down?

Did I stutter?

Book's closed.

What if we use,

like, a bookmark?

Control your people, Mr. Callen.

Let's roll.

Hello?

You've got company.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing. I'll take care of it.

Stay right there.

We'll take him
on my call.

Get down! Get down!

Deeks?
No shot.

Eric,

did you get that vehicle?

Lincoln Navigator,

no plates.

Sorry, guys.
We lost them.

Where's Granger?

He left right
after you did.

He say where he was going?
No.

Anything from the traffic cams?

Uh, couple of angles
of the shooting,

but no clear view of the
driver or the passenger.

Thanks, Eric.

What's up?

We defied a direct order,

and we've got nothing
to show for it.

It's not the first time.

This is on Granger's watch.

Suddenly you're worried
about Granger?

Hetty insists we take a case,
and she disappears.

And Granger's all over us,
and now he disappears?

Yeah.

Something's missing.

And I think I know
where to find it.

Nell.

I got another job for you.

No.

I wouldn't do it
for Joe Namath's

Super Bowl ring.

If Hetty wants
to keep something private,

it should stay that way.

This is all we've got, Nell.

Hetty could be in trouble--
we got to do this...

I know you know the code.

Come on, Nell.

She put something
in that box.

I know it's
important.

All right. Okay.

That wasn't so hard.

It's easy for you to say.

They don't get NFL Sunday
Ticket in Guantanamo Bay.

Fireman Ed would
be proud of you.

That's Potter,

our dead guy,
with Hetty and Granger.

This was taken someplace
Middle Eastern.

Karachi?
Cairo?

Yeah, but how long ago?

At least a decade ago.

I can't tell.
Potter's dead.

Hetty and Granger
are off the grid.

Maybe it all comes down
to this guy.

This is where
Hetty's going.

To find him.

This is Barry Brooks,
another CIA vet

with a long association
with our victim Victor Potter.

How well does he know
Hetty and Granger?

Well enough for them
all to have connected

in Afghanistan
in the '80s.

After that,
they became part

of an informal
team for nearly

15 years for the CIA,

also the CIA/NCIS
joint task forces.

Can you pinpoint the time
and location of this photo?

- That's a negative.
- Any conflict

between Brooks and Hetty?

Based on e-mails from
Potter's hard drive,

Brooks's main conflict

was with Potter.

Brooks accused Potter
of embellishing

their old missions
for profit

with his, uh, video game
and movie consulting.

Do you think Brooks
would really be willing

to kill his former partner
over that?

Well, it can be frustrating
when your partner

grandstands and likes
to take credit for everything.

I mean, I can sympathize,
but killing for that

might be a bit extreme.

Yeah?

So, what does any
of this have to do

with the party girls, Ruiz
or the woman who killed him?

Well, the girls were paid
to switch the lighters.

Ruiz probably tried to kill them

- to tie up some loose ends.
- Okay, well,

if that's the case,
then who hired Ruiz?

Well, it could
be the woman

who went all Angelina Jolie
on him in Montrose.

Maybe Brooks hired both of them.

Makes sense.

- He's the last man standing.
- When was

the last time
either Brooks

or Potter tried
to contact Hetty?

How about yesterday?

Brooks is preparing
a multi-million-dollar lawsuit

against Potter for a share
of Potter's profits

from the Black Bag
video game.

Potter e-mailed Hetty
to ask for her advice.

The last call

Hetty made from her desk
was to Brooks's home phone line.

Think she paid him a visit?

Federal agents!

Clear.

Got a body.

Clear.

Clear.
Clear.

It's Brooks.

Looks like he
dragged himself.

"Nogales Bo"?

Nogales is a town in Arizona.

It also means
"walnut trees"

in Spanish, but I don't
know what "Bo" means.

The old man took on a few
of them, but they beat him.

Tortured him, maybe.

They either left
his body here...

Or he crawled over here
with his dying breath.

To draw something

in his own blood
that makes no sense?

Yeah, Bo knows...
Bo knows nothing.

Guys, got something here.

Nobody move.

It's a
trip wire.

Careful, Sam.

Eric?

Yeah?
Call the bomb squad.

On it.

This was meant for Hetty.

Thank you, Commander.
I'll pass it on.

So, LAPD bomb squad
disabled the device.

I guess that's something.

Any word from the others?

They're on their way back.

Still no sign of Hetty.

Maybe that's
a good thing.

How do you figure that?

The bomb didn't get her.

Yeah, but maybe the person

who set the bomb did.

Hetty's too smart for that.

Okay, then why
can't we find her?

Why hasn't she tried
to contact us?

Somebody is out there
trying to kill her.

I know-- we've got
to stay cool.

This is Hetty, right?

She's always three steps
ahead of everyone.

She's tactically brilliant,
ridiculously courageous,

experienced, resourceful.

I mean, if Mata Hari and
Genghis Khan had a daughter,

it'd be Hetty.

Or General Patton
and Joan of Arc.

Exactly.

Her kung fu is strong,
and her magic is powerful.

Say it.

Her kung fu is strong,

and her magic is powerful.

Don't underestimate Hetty.

She never
underestimates us.

Eric, downstairs.

Guys are back.

I'm thinking they dragged
Brooks' body into the bathroom,

then rigged him with
a booby trap, left him for dead.

Only he wasn't.

Not quite.

"Bo" we know now stood
for bomb, but "Nogales"?

Could "Nogales" be
the name of the woman

who killed Ruiz
at the cafe?

Maybe.

This whole thing
could be about her.

She hires Ruiz to take out
Potter and Brooks,

and then rigs the body
to take out Hetty

when she comes
looking for him.

So, Ruiz is at the cafe
waiting for her,

probably to get paid.

She spots us
and decides to kill him?

Doesn't matter--
he's dead either way.

If Hetty was in danger,
why would she leave here?

Because, if
someone is

after Hetty,
the last place on earth

- she's gonna lead them is here.
- Knowing Hetty,

she'd set a trap to see
who's coming after her.

If she needs

our help, why wouldn't
she make it easier for us?

Because that's not

Hetty.

Doesn't mean she didn't
leave bread crumbs.

We just got take a step back
and find them.

What you thinking?

Nogal-- Spanish
for walnut tree.

Nell?

You remember that
get-well basket we sent Hetty?

She sent it back
because of all the nuts.

Yeah, I picked it out.

Yeah, I chipped in for
that-- it wasn't cheap.

Hetty's allergic to nuts.

Okay, now, that's odd,
even for Hetty.

Eric, check Hetty's
computer log.

Hetty's last search
was on the CIA database

for a Casa De Nogales.

That's got to be it.

It was used as
a presidential retreat

for Gerald Ford,

last used as a safe house
for NSA, NCIS,

CIA, anyone
who needed it.

Hetty's sending us a message--
she's taking a stand.

Shh.

Don't even think
about it.

Gun.

Let's go.

This is the best
Langley can do?

The boys are slipping.

Hetty?

You had orders, Agent Callen.

Mr. Callen.

Farmer, is that you?

Sam Hanna.

How's Michelle?

She's good. She's good.

Uh, guys, this is my old
DEVGRU commander, Dale Farmer.

He's CIA now, special
operations group.

- Taught me everything I know.
- Well, almost everything.

I pinned that Trident to your
chest-- don't you forget that.

If we wanted you here,

we would have called.

Was this your
doing, Henrietta?

I didn't call them, Owen.

This is not my idea
to be here.

So, what's going on, Dale?

Well, after Potter was killed

and Brooks went silent,
we thought it'd be best to, uh,

sequester the old team
until we could figure out

who was coming after them.

You don't know who's after you?

We made a lot of enemies
over the years, Mr. Callen.

Well, Brooks was
tortured to death.

He wrote "Nogales"
in his own blood,

and that's how we found you.

Your operational security's
been blown, Hetty.

We need to move you.

I'll call it in.
No, you guys have done enough.

It's my call to make.

Aah!

Farmer, you okay?

Just a little scratch.

At least two shooters.

Make that four!

Or five.

Let's bang out
from both sides, double back

- with the car for Farmer.
- Kensi, Deeks,

take the front;
we'll take the back.

Got it.

You watch our backs,
stabilize Farmer.

You stay here.

Deeks!

Reloading.

Callen, Sam, black Navigator

coming your way.

Who are you?

My name is Fatima Khan.

I thought I told you
to stay back.

We share a similar attitude

towards obeying the rules,
Mr. Callen.

You know her?

I do now.

Fatima Khan

was born in Karachi
to a mother who sewed dresses

and a father
who was a cab driver.

When she was 12 years old,
her father began

driving a cab
for this man.

Him I know.

Noreen Haseeb,
former Mujahedeen soldier,

and founding member
of al-Qaeda.

He was one of the architects

of the Nairobi Embassy bombings.

One day, Noreen Haseeb had a
meeting with a terrorist cell.

Fatima's father was driving
Haseeb to the meeting

when the cab exploded--
it wasn't an accident.

Zoom in on that guy
in the back.

It's Victor Potter.

CIA records confirm
Potter's team

was responsible
for the bombing.

I found one other photo.

You think that little girl

is Fatima Khan?

I think so.

Her father died in the blast.

Fatima eventually earned her

computer engineering degree
from Caltech,

founded her own
telecommunications firm

in Pakista-
made millions.

Her company created
an eavesdropping device

that was contracted by
the Pakistan's ISI.

Eventually,
she joined the Agency,

becoming a point person
on joint ISI/CIA missions.

Her clearance would have given
her access to classified files.

She had her own agenda.

That's how she found out
about Victor Potter

and the rest of his team.

And her deep pockets paid
for Ruiz and anybody else

who would help her
get her revenge.

She wasn't born a killer.

We made her one.

I told you,
I'm better when I move

and they're shooting at me.

Still owe me
Crustacean.

And you owe me
an Isaac Hayes record.

Actually...

I don't.

Bam.

Where'd you find these?

Casa De Nogales had a
whole stack of records.

Those were sandwiched
between Hotel California

and Zeppelin Four.

You ready?

Oh, uh, you want to come
have drinks with us?

Come on, man.

Hang out with us.

I have Eric and Nell
coming over to my place.

Gonna watch a James Bond
marathon on Blu-ray.

I got the box set.

Seriously?
Yeah.

Well...
So, you're a geek?

I am not a geek.

Then you're
a fan boy?

I'm a complicated man.

Can I come?

Mr. Callen.

I'm allergic to nuts.

Is that
the good stuff?

It's 50 years old.

It bloody well
better be good.

So, would you do it again?

Without hesitation, Owen.

Two lives saved
hundreds of others.

Well, Potter planted the bomb,

but it was your finger
on the detonator.

Not everyone
can do what we do.

The secrets we live with,

the personal sacrifices we make.

I just pray the world's
a better place for them.

I didn't choose
this life, Owen.

It chose me.

All you can do is keep
your head down, your gun up

and your conscience clear.

The night is young.

Let's get faded.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==