NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 10 - The Frozen Lake - full transcript
At the US Naval Support Activity in Bahrain, a masked intruder decapitates a civilian Pentagon consultant, Ron, and steals a flash drive containing the only copy of Ron's operational plan for seizing Pakistan's nuclear arsenal; the drive turns up at a motel in Hollywood. The fearless foursome find action with three Pakistanis but no flash drive; they waste one bad guy; personal emotions effect tactical decisions; the LAPD finds the decapitated body of the second Pakistani; G and Sam catch a runner, who is Thapa, a Ghurka; the gang intervene in a situation at an airstrip, but Thapa and the drive disappear; the problem blossoms into a potential international incident; Deeks puts on a suit, makes a call, and lands in a tough spot; G, Sam, and Kensi shoot their way in, and everything, including Thapa and the drive, works out. Fern and Max meet each other and agree to discuss their "thing", then Hetty sends Kensi on a classified mission for an indefinite time.
(dog barking)
Good evening,
Mr. Hill.
How you doing?
(yells in pain)
(yells, body thuds)
♪
CALLEN:
What the...?
Anomaly in the room.
Deeks hard at work.
Deeks not talking.
Interesting.
Mm-hmm.
Very interesting.
Interesting? No, no.
I'm, uh, not interesting.
Now that's interesting.
Don't mind us, Deeks.
Won't make eye contact.
Elevated heart rate.
Fidgety--
not from the coffee.
Sweaty--
and it's not the climate.
Come on, guys.
Defensive.
I just... I think that maybe
the coffee is just
stronger today.
Changing the subject.
And he's got some dark rings
under his eyes.
Morning.
Your partner's acting weird.
My partner is weird.
She has a point.
Oh, he's unresponsive.
CALLEN:
Creative avoidance.
What do you think?
Isn't that the same shirt
you had on yesterday?
CALLEN:
Wow.
This is a first.
Neither of you have anything
to say.
No, no, I...
(Eric whistles)
Case on deck-- quick briefing,
and then
our day gets tactical.
Go ahead.
No, go ahead. No, go ahead.
KENSI: Sorry.
DEEKS: No, I think you should go first,
'cause we should go to ops...
KENSI: Okay.
separately.
(Callen laughs)
No... no...
no!
A penny for your thoughts?
Price has gone up.
There's no discount
for shared history?
No; no discount for you,
because you're one of the few
who understand the cost.
That sounds like a compliment.
Or a curse.
Something else
has come up.
You're not
gonna like it.
Don't shoot the messenger.
It was only a matter of time.
24 hours ago,
a Pentagon consultant
named Ron Hill
was murdered at the Naval
Central Command
in Bahrain.
He created contingencies
for Joint Special
Operations Command.
The art of gaming
unpredictable global events.
And he was about
to deliver a plan
for seizing Pakistan's
nuclear arsenal.
If a coup happens, the United
States wants to make sure
those WMDs don't fall
in the wrong hands.
Problem is, contingency
plans cut both ways.
For us, it's a solution.
For the other side,
it's an opportunity.
The plan to secure Pakistan's
nukes could also be exploited
as a plan to steal them.
Hill transferred the plan
to a thumb drive.
It was the only copy,
impossible to duplicate.
Lot of buyers in the black
market for intel like that.
Lot of murder suspects, too.
KENSI:
Killer knew his blade.
Taking a head
with one cut takes skill.
CALLEN: I've been
to that base in Bahrain.
Gurkhas pull security there.
Gerka-what? Who?
Commandos recruited from
the mountains of Nepal
at age 14.
Hand 'em a gun, and they'll
tear up a shooting range.
You hand them a knife,
they'll wipe out an entire city
without making a noise.
They're good
with any blade,
but they made the kukri famous.
They're legendary.
The average Gurkha's about
five, four, 125 pounds,
and rumor has it,
they stacked more kills
in Afghanistan
than anyone else,
except for America and England.
DEEKS: Well, nothing
brings out your inner fangirl
like a guy with a knife.
ERIC: Security detail in Bahrain
on the night of Hill's murder
were, in fact, Gurkhas
on loan from India's Army.
And they claim
they're being framed
for Hill's murder.
Eric, you said
we were going tactical?
Homing beacon planted
inside the thumb drive
shows that it's now located
in this Hollywood hotel.
And what if
we're fighting Gurkhas?
Protect your neck.
We're on the second floor.
Room 255.
A GPS beacon's accurate
to ten feet.
The thumb drive's
either in that room,
or the one directly below it.
Approaching room 155.
CALLEN:
Ready to breach.
On my count.
(over radio):
Three... two...
...one.
Federal agents!
Clear.
Clear.
Kens!
(gunshot, Deeks grunts)
(gunshots, bullets ricocheting)
You good?
We've got an active shooter
in the north lot.
We're moving.
Split up, cut him off.
Check.
(gunfire)
(grunts)
Deeks, Kensi, one hostile
down in the hallway.
(panting)
(sighs)
No thumb drive.
(sighs)
Hey, are you okay?
Uh-huh.
Yeah? What's your name?
Maddie.
Maddie?
All right, look...
Drop your weapons.
(Kensi sighs)
It's okay.
You're gonna be fine, Maddie.
Okay?
Nice knife.
KENSI:
Please let the girl go.
Get out of here.
KENSI:
Run.
Run!
DEEKS: Kensi?!
Deeks!
Move, and I'll empty her guts
all over the pavement.
(engine revving,
tires squealing)
Take the shot.
(tires squealing)
(grunts)
Drop it!
KENSI:
Take the shot.
MAN:
Come on, let's go!
Send it.
MAN:
Get in!
(engine revs, tires squeal)
You okay?
I didn't have a shot.
Hey.
Listen, I didn't have a shot.
(grunting)
(sighs)
I didn't have a shot!
Thumb drive?
GPS beacon's down.
They must have figured
out how we tracked them.
(sighs)
They weren't Gurkhas.
SAM:
Too big.
Too loud, no finesse.
They were Pakistani.
The shooter you took down
was an Inter-Services
Intelligence agent
working under
non-official cover.
Gurkhas serve
in the Indian military.
Pakistan and India are rivals
who share a border.
There's a lot of history there.
Lot of hate.
Hill drew up the plan
to seize the Pakistan nukes.
They'd love to make sure
it never got out.
Well, stealing a thumb drive
and framing your worst enemy
for murder--
it's a pretty bold move.
Thoughts?
It's consistent
with our profile
of the Pakistani
spy agency's mindset.
Agreed.
Excuse me.
I'll be right back.
Something we should know?
Yeah.
Two more ISI agents
are on the loose,
and they have the thumb drive.
Find 'em.
Okay.
(knife whipping)
24 hours ago, you would
have taken that shot.
I didn't have the shot.
Yes, you did.
(sighs)
Okay, yesterday,
I would have taken the shot,
but it's not yesterday
anymore... is it?
Is it?
What happened out there?
Same thing that happens
every time we go kinetic.
Variables got in the way,
and decisions were made.
SAM: We ran our
after-action debrief,
and we're moving forward.
But the variables are still
out there, Mr. Hanna.
We'll recover the thumb drive.
The thumb drive is not
what I'm referring to.
Is your team
mission-ready?
I hope so.
Well, hope is not a plan,
Mr. Callen.
DEEKS:
Okay.
I should have
taken the shot,
and I let my emotions get
in the way, and I'm sorry.
I'm honestly just trying
to make this work.
It's not going to work.
(sighs)
I'm standing on my frozen lake.
I don't know what that means.
It's something that
I learned in Sayoc.
Your frozen lake is the name
for what you want
the most in the world,
and you want it...
you want it so bad
that you'll do
anything to get it.
And your heart
takes over.
But because of that...
it destroys you in the end.
It's right there,
just sitting in the middle
of this frozen lake.
And you think you're fast enough
to-to go out there and grab it
before the ice cracks...
And what you don't realize is...
you're already
standing on the ice
and it's falling apart
around you.
Um, LAPD just found a body.
One of the shooters
from the hotel.
Good.
(door closes)
(loads clip into gun)
SAM:
Second-to-last ISI agent.
One cut, one kill.
What did LAPD say?
They didn't find
the thumb drive.
The last shooter's in the wind.
KENSI:
Well, they were on the run.
Could've had a disagreement
that escalated.
DEEKS:
But they had guns.
If it escalated,
why mess around with knives?
Why not just shoot someone?
Maybe it wasn't a disagreement.
Maybe it was an ambush.
An ambush by someone
who doesn't take kindly
to being framed for murder
and espionage.
Yeah.
Maybe he's closer
than we think.
(low indistinct conversation
and radio chatter)
CALLEN:
Sam?
Yup.
Watch for the blade.
Bring a knife to a gunfight,
he'll see what happens.
(woman gasps)
(panting)
(grunting)
No shot!
(grunting)
(grunting)
What was that I said about
bringing a knife to a gunfight?
No thumb drive.
Who are you?
Jemadar Thapa,
5th Gurkha Rifle Regiment,
Frontier Force.
Jai Maa kali, Ayo Gorkhali.
"Victory to the Goddess Kali,
the Gurkhas are coming."
It's their war cry.
If a man tells you
he's not afraid of dying
he's either lying
or he's a Gurkha.
I take it you've
heard that one, huh?
From the man
who said it first,
the late Field Marshal
Sam Manekshaw,
Indian Army Chief of Staff,
my mentor.
SAM: Mm. Would he approve of you
committing murder?
Not to mention attacking two
federal agents on American soil?
India's Ministry of Defense
sent me here
to clear the Gurkha name.
Then why'd you run?
I did not want to waste time
playing diplomat
while a Pakistani spy is on
the run with sensitive intel.
If we wanted to waste your time,
you'd be in a prison right now.
SAM:
And for the record,
that sensitive intel
is U.S. property.
The intel is not my concern.
No, your concern is revenge.
I call it honor.
Honor?
Is that really
the only reason
you're here, Thapa?
I carry out my orders.
No more, no less.
Yeah, but that thumb drive's
pretty tempting, isn't it?
An operational
plan to seize
Pakistan's nukes;
to make the looming threat
against your country
disappear forever.
Maybe your command
didn't tell you
to bring it back...
but you'd get a hero's
welcome if you did.
CALLEN: Let's say you got your
hands on the thumb drive.
You tell me you're just going
to hand it over to us
and walk away?
There's no way he's giving up
this thumb drive without a fight.
Pentagon says
that Thapa checks out,
which means he's officially
on our side.
He's got a wife and three kids
in West Bengal.
A strike by Pakistan
would wipe them out.
You really think he's going to
give up a shot at keeping them safe?
If he can control his emotions.
A lot easier said
than done.
Well, it's never easy
when you start to care.
I guess this makes the
thumb drive his frozen lake?
Guess it does.
He'll do the right thing.
HETTY: The White Ghost is
a dangerous and elusive man.
This is not
an easy mission, Owen.
Which is why I'm
running it myself.
You're going to need a QRF.
I'll keep my team
on standby.
You've got your hands full
right here, Henrietta,
but I do appreciate the offer.
It seems the years
have made you kind.
Have they?
ERIC:
Looking for the last shooter,
but given his
countersurveillance training,
it's a long shot.
Wait, what about the getaway
car from the hotel?
It still hasn't shown up.
I've got Kaleidoscope searching
sedans of that make and model.
Well, all we can do is wait.
(sighs heavily)
I think...
I don't want to know what you
think about Kensi and Deeks.
I didn't say
what I was thinking.
But I know what you're thinking.
So, you're thinking it, too?
You think Hetty knows?
Hetty knows everything, I think.
That's what I thought.
Private airstrip.
Huh?
The last shooter-- he needs
to leave the country
but he's trained to avoid
major hubs like LAX
because he knows that's
where we'd be looking.
Okay, but Kaleidoscope
already searched
private airstrip parking lots.
Search major parking lots
around the parking lots.
In a five-mile radius.
(computer chirps, Eric typing)
(computer trills, beeps)
Sedan matching that description
two miles from Whiteman Airport
in Pacoima.
Yep, makes sense--
it's small, not a major hub.
I'll tell the others.
Get me Agent Callen.
Understood, Hetty.
We got a change of plans.
Thapa's coming with us
to the airstrip.
It's a bad idea.
Yeah, probably.
SECNAV wants us to treat him
like a member of the team.
She's hoping to bolster
relations with India.
SECNAV never had this little
dude's knife to her throat.
KENSI: I'll get Thapa a gun
from the armory.
No. Deeks,
handle his stuff.
Kensi, you're coming
with Sam and me.
Wh...?
You two could use some space.
KENSI:
Understood.
You got this?
I got this.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you.
Well, your enthusiasm
is overwhelming.
I prefer to work alone.
Hmm, I used to feel
the same way.
What changed?
I found somebody worth trusting.
And your team trusts me?
I can't really speak
for my team, but, uh...
...I do.
Why?
It's a damn good question.
I understand that you want
the thumb drive.
And I get that, 'cause if
I was you, I'd want it, too.
And for this mission,
that makes you a liability.
But you got this.
You believe I can do it?
That my brain will win
over my heart?
Brother, I got
to believe that,
'cause if you can do it,
so can I.
Jemadar Thapa.
5th Gurkha Rifle Regiment,
Frontier Force.
Detective Marty Deeks. LAPD.
The Gurkhas have a saying:
"Better to die
than be a coward."
Wow. I think my regular partner
was a Gurkha in a past life.
Then he must be brave.
Well, she...
...she's the bravest.
I will not let you down, sahib.
Okay.
(small plane flying nearby)
Pakistani's a trained pilot.
All he's goona
need is a plane.
You got a good wind?
Yeah.
Got yourself a nice angle?
Yep.
Still automatic
from 1,500 yards?
Yep.
Loves to open up about
her feelings, doesn't she?
So you've never
had a partner?
No.
There's no female Gurkhas?
No.
Well, you should consider
yourself lucky then.
I mean, look at me,
I'm standing on a frozen lake.
And I'm beginning
to sound like her.
The heart needs discipline.
Without discipline
there is no honor.
Without honor, we are nothing.
You know what,
you're pretty cool, Thapa.
For a second there, I forgot
that you chopped off
some guy's head this morning.
There is only one way
to cross a frozen lake.
ERIC (over radio): The ISI agent
has reached the airstrip.
He's alone and on foot.
CALLEN:
Stand by, Deeks.
Looks like he's meeting
somebody.
He will never make it
back to Pakistan.
His passport
has been tagged.
He will be caught.
Armenian Mob in Glendale has the
best forgery operation in L.A.
Fake passport would've been
his first stop for sure.
THAPA:
It does not matter.
He is a dead man.
No. No, no.
No dead man, all right,
we need to take him alive,
tie up any loose ends,
you got that?
Got it, sahib.
The moment you see that
thumb drive, move in.
Agent just passed
an envelope.
I think it was money.
Some sort of keys.
No thumb drive
visible.
(silenced gunshots)
(grunts) No.
Thapa.
Deeks, move.
Federal agents!
Drop it!
(gunshot)
Hold overwatch.
Check.
(gunfire in distance)
(tires screech)
(tires screeching)
Thapa's MIA.
Eric?
Scanning airstrip cams now.
Kensi?
The Gurkha?
No visual on Thapa.
Damn it.
No, no.
Thumb drive's gone.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Let me guess.
You got bad news
and then you got "Fredo at
the end of Godfather Part II"
bad news.
Awesome. Give me
the bad news first.
The news isn't good,
but I'm not a messenger, Deeks.
So, what, you're the guy
that gives me the pep talk?
I'm the one that reminds you
you're not in this alone.
Here's the bad news:
What happened was that
the Pakistanis
found a plane owner online
earlier today,
offered him cash for a ride.
Owner had no idea
what he'd gotten himself into.
Dead the moment
he stepped on the tarmac.
Okay. Give me Fredo.
Thapa's in the wind.
No trace of him.
Right.
Eric's searching cam footage,
statewide APB,
FBI K-9 units are en route.
And you think
all that's enough to hunt down
a Gurkha carrying the holy grail
of intel in his pocket?
His credit cards
and bank accounts are frozen.
Indian government disavowed him
for violating direct orders.
This is an
international incident.
Thapa's the most wanted man
in L.A.
Yeah, I know. And I'm the one
that trusted him.
Maybe you didn't
hear me just now.
No, I did.
I'm not alone. I got it.
Listen, uh,
just for the record,
Kensi told me
to take that shot at the hotel.
I've made that shot before.
I've been there,
I've done that, I got the
T-shirt, I just didn't take it.
So get us back in the game.
I know a way to find Thapa
and get the thumb drive back.
Something tells me
you know something we don't.
Crazy, right?
Hetty, I can
make this right.
You have several problems,
Mr. Deeks.
Which one are we
talking about?
I'm talking about the Gurkha.
I have a plan for the Gurkha.
Ah.
I'm sure it's brilliant.
Tell me.
I honestly don't think
that this guy's gonna go rogue
and sell the thumb drive
to the highest bidder.
I mean, think about this.
He's a... he's a patriot,
he's a soldier, and if
he brings home the information
to neutralize Pakistan,
there's a good chance
India's gonna take him back.
Mm-hmm.
Always better to beg forgiveness
than ask permission.
Exactly.
So what's his next step?
He's got to get out
of Los Angeles,
which means he needs
a new passport,
he needs a new identity and,
given the heat that's on him,
it's got to be perfect.
That's a large task, Mr. Deeks.
Thapa's a stranger in this city.
How would he know where to go?
Because I told him.
I, um...
mentioned the Armenian
Mob franchise in Glendale.
It's run by a woman
named Talita Pambakian.
You know her location?
I spent two weeks
infiltrating her group,
working undercover for LAPD.
We established contact.
She thinks I'm a lawyer.
And what happened?
She found out there was
another cop working undercover
and she shot him in the head.
Obviously, LAPD shut it down
and then they pulled me out.
And you want
to reestablish contact.
Thapa's on his way
to see her right now.
All I got to do
is beat him there.
You need a suit.
Hetty brief you?
Yeah.
We assessed
the location in Ops
and, honestly,
I don't like it.
Makes it impossible for us to reach you
if something goes wrong.
Not much of a choice.
It's the only way.
Or you mean the only way
to redeem yourself
for the hotel and Thapa?
Can you do
something for me?
What?
Can you, for a second,
just pretend that I'm not Deeks
and, for a second, pretend
that you're not Kensi
and that we're
not partners
and no one's trying
to save the planet?
Can we pretend for a second
that we're just a boy and a girl
who are hanging out?
We can...
drive around in my pickup
truck, go get ice cream,
go bowling.
But that's the thing because
the possibilities are endless.
We're young.
We have all the
time in the world.
My name is Fern. Hi.
You're Fern.
(chuckles)
Well, so nice to... so nice
to meet you, Fern. I'm Max.
Nice to meet you.
You have any plans for tonight?
I don't know. It's complicated.
Well,
not from where I'm standing,
it's not.
I have a boyfriend.
So does
my girlfriend.
That's a nice suit.
Yeah.
The problem
with it is
that's it's too-too tight.
It's gonna be hard
to conceal a weapon.
The first thing Talita's guys
are gonna do are pat me down.
They're gonna find it anyway.
Here.
No, I-I can't take that.
My partner
doesn't go unarmed.
Take it.
I've never had a girl give me
her, uh... knife before.
Does that mean
that we are... official?
Eh, sometimes a knife
is just a knife.
CALLEN: All right,
take us through it, Eric.
Those walls are concrete.
Thick concrete.
The structural integrity's
sound, the only way in
is through the front door.
There are the two guards
out front and probably more
inside that we can't see.
Where's Talita located?
ERIC:
Uh, schematics show
an office in the back
of the building,
but you'll have to make it
through a narrow hallway
to get there.
Fatal funnel.
Strategic nightmare.
Yeah.
DEEKS:
Comm's good?
ERIC:
Loud and clear.
(Muzak playing)
Here to see Talita.
You got an appointment?
Tell her
Marty Finch is here to see her.
Maybe you're a cop, Marty Finch.
Call her lawyer.
Well, that's perfect timing
'cause I am her lawyer.
(quietly):
Guy named Marty Finch is here.
TALITA (over radio):
Send him back.
Yeah.
He's good.
Let's go.
First door on the right.
You're the guy who made
those narco charges go away
back in '09?
Hand over any weapons now.
I'm not carrying.
MAN (staticky):
Look for a wire, too...
ERIC:
Comms deadzone in that sector
of the building, guys.
My hands are tied.
Then we wait.
You good?
KENSI:
I'm good.
You enjoying yourself?
He's clean.
Back from the dead, counselor?
Not dead, Talita,
just incredibly busy.
If you're not
working for me,
it's all the same.
Let's hear
your pitch.
You've come to peddle
your wares, right?
Is this the part where
I tell you you still look good
and your business is thriving?
Only problem is
I don't lie to clients.
You're screwed, Talita.
LAPD's coming for you.
They know
what happens when undercovers
show up at my door.
And, unfortunately for you,
they don't forget.
My source says you have another
one coming your way right now.
Small guy, maybe five-five,
dark skin with an undercover
story about needing forged
papers to get back to India.
I'm waiting, Finch.
What are you talking about?
Waiting for what?
That was pro bono.
Do I still look good or not?
I lied before.
You still look good.
What do you want?
You got a lot
of meatheads carrying guns,
but you don't have anybody
that can restructure
your entire organization
and make it legit. That, Talita,
is what I want.
Still billing
the same rate?
No, no. Big boy rules now.
No more retainers.
I need a percentage.
"Big boy rules"?
Yeah.
I like that.
Easy on the suit.
Get up.
You see, I don't like
the one-and-done thing
that you pulled back in '09.
Make things right.
Show me you're loyal.
What are you talking about?
There's a seat for you
at my big boy table.
But you got to take it.
Show him.
Your source was right.
This guy showed up,
said he needed
clean I.D. fast.
But if he's a cop,
how come,
when we shook him down,
all we found was
a thumb drive?
I don't know anything
about a thumb drive.
Now that I have it,
I don't need him, do I?
Prove your loyalty.
Take it.
Little man here forgot
there's no honor among thieves.
(choppy static over comms)
He's been dark for a while.
We knew
this building had problems.
Listen, Talita, I don't shoot people.
Maybe not for a living,
but anyone can stand before
a beaten man and pull a trigger.
I only put
one bullet
in that gun.
Don't miss.
Now, Finch,
or we're going to have
two bodies hanging from hooks.
Eric?
ERIC:
The signal's on full boost.
There's nothing
we can do.
Lots of guns
inside that place.
We go in,
we're going in big.
Let's let it play out
for another 60 seconds,
then we breach.
We clear?
Kensi?
SAM:
Kensi...!
Damn it. Eric, tell LAPD
we're going in hot.
ERIC:
Copy that.
Kensi!
(tires screeching)
(grunts)
(bystanders screaming)
Drop it!
Federal agent!
(grunts)
KENSI:
Deeks!
(grunting)
Are you crazy?
You almost took my head off.
Who takes that shot?
Took you long enough.
Stay with me, Thapa.
(both grunting)
I owe you guys an apology.
I'm sorry.
Tell me you secured
the thumb drive,
we're going
to forget about it.
I don't have it.
Well, who has
it-- Deeks?
Um, no.
I mean, he would have said
if he had it, right?
But I...
Okay, there's no way
the Gurkha held onto it,
so it's got to be here
somewhere. I-I will find it.
I'm thinking
inside jacket pocket,
left side.
I'll go right.
(chuckles)
Bingo.
Nice call.
Kensi... apology accepted.
Go be with your partner.
Thanks.
Lot of trouble
over this thing.
That's right,
so let's put it
somewhere safe.
You know what?
That's a good idea.
Watch my back, G.
Uh-huh.
Here we go.
He lost a lot of blood
but he'll live.
Gurkhas--
believe the hype.
Deeks...
I'm gonna go with him
to the hospital.
No, hey,
whoa, please, let me just--
I just want to
say something.
Yeah.
We're gonna
figure this out.
All we got to do
is talk about it.
Okay, but you don't,
you don't really like
the talking about it.
Yeah, but I promise I'll be
better at talking about this.
What do you, what
do you mean by "this"?
This... you know.
This thing?
Yes, our... thing.
I'm sorry, just--
I didn't, I didn't hear you
'cause there were
so many people walking by.
If you could just maybe
say it louder just for me.
Just once,
just say it.
I hate you.
You don't, you don't,
you don't hate me.
Our thing.
Wow.
(exhales)
You have to promise me
something, too, though.
Anything.
Promise you'll be
patient with me?
Yo, got to roll.
See you tonight?
Yeah.
You do me a favor, Fern?
Anything.
Can you burn
that shirt for me?
(siren wailing)
You saw good in me when I could
not even see it in myself.
I will never
forget that, sahib.
You know, you actually started
to tell me something
back at the airstrip.
You started to tell me the only
way to cross a frozen lake.
Do not run.
Walk slowly.
Stop to look at everything.
Take your time.
She will wait for you.
Okay.
You waiting for Deeks?
Yeah.
Pack your things, Agent Blye.
Excuse me?
There's a C-130 waiting for you.
You've been reassigned.
Reassigned?
Uh, Hetty, Assistant
Director Granger says
I've been reassigned.
That's correct.
You'll be needing a clean shirt,
Miss Blye.
Why is he doing that?
He's not. I am.
(Kensi sighs)
When will I be back?
When the job's done.
GRANGER:
Let's move, Agent Blye.
(phone buzzes)
What's this about, Hetty?
"Need to know," gentlemen.
You ever gonna stop moving us
around like pieces in a chess game?
I don't move pieces, Mr. Callen.
I move the board.
Good night.
Oh, come on, I break
every traffic law on the planet
to get here
and she already left?
Your partner's been
reassigned, Mr. Deeks.
What do you mean?
What do you mean, reassigned?
A classified mission.
A c-classified mission
for how long?
Indefinitely.
(exhales)
Indefinitely.
Mm-hmm.
(wry laugh)
That looks familiar.
It was her dad's.
We
that is quite a gift.
Yeah.
Well, sometimes a knife
is just a knife.
And now she's
entrusted it to you.
♪
Anything else
I should know, Hetty?
Button up, Mr. Deeks.
It's cold out there.
♪
(laughs softly)
(exhales)
Good evening,
Mr. Hill.
How you doing?
(yells in pain)
(yells, body thuds)
♪
CALLEN:
What the...?
Anomaly in the room.
Deeks hard at work.
Deeks not talking.
Interesting.
Mm-hmm.
Very interesting.
Interesting? No, no.
I'm, uh, not interesting.
Now that's interesting.
Don't mind us, Deeks.
Won't make eye contact.
Elevated heart rate.
Fidgety--
not from the coffee.
Sweaty--
and it's not the climate.
Come on, guys.
Defensive.
I just... I think that maybe
the coffee is just
stronger today.
Changing the subject.
And he's got some dark rings
under his eyes.
Morning.
Your partner's acting weird.
My partner is weird.
She has a point.
Oh, he's unresponsive.
CALLEN:
Creative avoidance.
What do you think?
Isn't that the same shirt
you had on yesterday?
CALLEN:
Wow.
This is a first.
Neither of you have anything
to say.
No, no, I...
(Eric whistles)
Case on deck-- quick briefing,
and then
our day gets tactical.
Go ahead.
No, go ahead. No, go ahead.
KENSI: Sorry.
DEEKS: No, I think you should go first,
'cause we should go to ops...
KENSI: Okay.
separately.
(Callen laughs)
No... no...
no!
A penny for your thoughts?
Price has gone up.
There's no discount
for shared history?
No; no discount for you,
because you're one of the few
who understand the cost.
That sounds like a compliment.
Or a curse.
Something else
has come up.
You're not
gonna like it.
Don't shoot the messenger.
It was only a matter of time.
24 hours ago,
a Pentagon consultant
named Ron Hill
was murdered at the Naval
Central Command
in Bahrain.
He created contingencies
for Joint Special
Operations Command.
The art of gaming
unpredictable global events.
And he was about
to deliver a plan
for seizing Pakistan's
nuclear arsenal.
If a coup happens, the United
States wants to make sure
those WMDs don't fall
in the wrong hands.
Problem is, contingency
plans cut both ways.
For us, it's a solution.
For the other side,
it's an opportunity.
The plan to secure Pakistan's
nukes could also be exploited
as a plan to steal them.
Hill transferred the plan
to a thumb drive.
It was the only copy,
impossible to duplicate.
Lot of buyers in the black
market for intel like that.
Lot of murder suspects, too.
KENSI:
Killer knew his blade.
Taking a head
with one cut takes skill.
CALLEN: I've been
to that base in Bahrain.
Gurkhas pull security there.
Gerka-what? Who?
Commandos recruited from
the mountains of Nepal
at age 14.
Hand 'em a gun, and they'll
tear up a shooting range.
You hand them a knife,
they'll wipe out an entire city
without making a noise.
They're good
with any blade,
but they made the kukri famous.
They're legendary.
The average Gurkha's about
five, four, 125 pounds,
and rumor has it,
they stacked more kills
in Afghanistan
than anyone else,
except for America and England.
DEEKS: Well, nothing
brings out your inner fangirl
like a guy with a knife.
ERIC: Security detail in Bahrain
on the night of Hill's murder
were, in fact, Gurkhas
on loan from India's Army.
And they claim
they're being framed
for Hill's murder.
Eric, you said
we were going tactical?
Homing beacon planted
inside the thumb drive
shows that it's now located
in this Hollywood hotel.
And what if
we're fighting Gurkhas?
Protect your neck.
We're on the second floor.
Room 255.
A GPS beacon's accurate
to ten feet.
The thumb drive's
either in that room,
or the one directly below it.
Approaching room 155.
CALLEN:
Ready to breach.
On my count.
(over radio):
Three... two...
...one.
Federal agents!
Clear.
Clear.
Kens!
(gunshot, Deeks grunts)
(gunshots, bullets ricocheting)
You good?
We've got an active shooter
in the north lot.
We're moving.
Split up, cut him off.
Check.
(gunfire)
(grunts)
Deeks, Kensi, one hostile
down in the hallway.
(panting)
(sighs)
No thumb drive.
(sighs)
Hey, are you okay?
Uh-huh.
Yeah? What's your name?
Maddie.
Maddie?
All right, look...
Drop your weapons.
(Kensi sighs)
It's okay.
You're gonna be fine, Maddie.
Okay?
Nice knife.
KENSI:
Please let the girl go.
Get out of here.
KENSI:
Run.
Run!
DEEKS: Kensi?!
Deeks!
Move, and I'll empty her guts
all over the pavement.
(engine revving,
tires squealing)
Take the shot.
(tires squealing)
(grunts)
Drop it!
KENSI:
Take the shot.
MAN:
Come on, let's go!
Send it.
MAN:
Get in!
(engine revs, tires squeal)
You okay?
I didn't have a shot.
Hey.
Listen, I didn't have a shot.
(grunting)
(sighs)
I didn't have a shot!
Thumb drive?
GPS beacon's down.
They must have figured
out how we tracked them.
(sighs)
They weren't Gurkhas.
SAM:
Too big.
Too loud, no finesse.
They were Pakistani.
The shooter you took down
was an Inter-Services
Intelligence agent
working under
non-official cover.
Gurkhas serve
in the Indian military.
Pakistan and India are rivals
who share a border.
There's a lot of history there.
Lot of hate.
Hill drew up the plan
to seize the Pakistan nukes.
They'd love to make sure
it never got out.
Well, stealing a thumb drive
and framing your worst enemy
for murder--
it's a pretty bold move.
Thoughts?
It's consistent
with our profile
of the Pakistani
spy agency's mindset.
Agreed.
Excuse me.
I'll be right back.
Something we should know?
Yeah.
Two more ISI agents
are on the loose,
and they have the thumb drive.
Find 'em.
Okay.
(knife whipping)
24 hours ago, you would
have taken that shot.
I didn't have the shot.
Yes, you did.
(sighs)
Okay, yesterday,
I would have taken the shot,
but it's not yesterday
anymore... is it?
Is it?
What happened out there?
Same thing that happens
every time we go kinetic.
Variables got in the way,
and decisions were made.
SAM: We ran our
after-action debrief,
and we're moving forward.
But the variables are still
out there, Mr. Hanna.
We'll recover the thumb drive.
The thumb drive is not
what I'm referring to.
Is your team
mission-ready?
I hope so.
Well, hope is not a plan,
Mr. Callen.
DEEKS:
Okay.
I should have
taken the shot,
and I let my emotions get
in the way, and I'm sorry.
I'm honestly just trying
to make this work.
It's not going to work.
(sighs)
I'm standing on my frozen lake.
I don't know what that means.
It's something that
I learned in Sayoc.
Your frozen lake is the name
for what you want
the most in the world,
and you want it...
you want it so bad
that you'll do
anything to get it.
And your heart
takes over.
But because of that...
it destroys you in the end.
It's right there,
just sitting in the middle
of this frozen lake.
And you think you're fast enough
to-to go out there and grab it
before the ice cracks...
And what you don't realize is...
you're already
standing on the ice
and it's falling apart
around you.
Um, LAPD just found a body.
One of the shooters
from the hotel.
Good.
(door closes)
(loads clip into gun)
SAM:
Second-to-last ISI agent.
One cut, one kill.
What did LAPD say?
They didn't find
the thumb drive.
The last shooter's in the wind.
KENSI:
Well, they were on the run.
Could've had a disagreement
that escalated.
DEEKS:
But they had guns.
If it escalated,
why mess around with knives?
Why not just shoot someone?
Maybe it wasn't a disagreement.
Maybe it was an ambush.
An ambush by someone
who doesn't take kindly
to being framed for murder
and espionage.
Yeah.
Maybe he's closer
than we think.
(low indistinct conversation
and radio chatter)
CALLEN:
Sam?
Yup.
Watch for the blade.
Bring a knife to a gunfight,
he'll see what happens.
(woman gasps)
(panting)
(grunting)
No shot!
(grunting)
(grunting)
What was that I said about
bringing a knife to a gunfight?
No thumb drive.
Who are you?
Jemadar Thapa,
5th Gurkha Rifle Regiment,
Frontier Force.
Jai Maa kali, Ayo Gorkhali.
"Victory to the Goddess Kali,
the Gurkhas are coming."
It's their war cry.
If a man tells you
he's not afraid of dying
he's either lying
or he's a Gurkha.
I take it you've
heard that one, huh?
From the man
who said it first,
the late Field Marshal
Sam Manekshaw,
Indian Army Chief of Staff,
my mentor.
SAM: Mm. Would he approve of you
committing murder?
Not to mention attacking two
federal agents on American soil?
India's Ministry of Defense
sent me here
to clear the Gurkha name.
Then why'd you run?
I did not want to waste time
playing diplomat
while a Pakistani spy is on
the run with sensitive intel.
If we wanted to waste your time,
you'd be in a prison right now.
SAM:
And for the record,
that sensitive intel
is U.S. property.
The intel is not my concern.
No, your concern is revenge.
I call it honor.
Honor?
Is that really
the only reason
you're here, Thapa?
I carry out my orders.
No more, no less.
Yeah, but that thumb drive's
pretty tempting, isn't it?
An operational
plan to seize
Pakistan's nukes;
to make the looming threat
against your country
disappear forever.
Maybe your command
didn't tell you
to bring it back...
but you'd get a hero's
welcome if you did.
CALLEN: Let's say you got your
hands on the thumb drive.
You tell me you're just going
to hand it over to us
and walk away?
There's no way he's giving up
this thumb drive without a fight.
Pentagon says
that Thapa checks out,
which means he's officially
on our side.
He's got a wife and three kids
in West Bengal.
A strike by Pakistan
would wipe them out.
You really think he's going to
give up a shot at keeping them safe?
If he can control his emotions.
A lot easier said
than done.
Well, it's never easy
when you start to care.
I guess this makes the
thumb drive his frozen lake?
Guess it does.
He'll do the right thing.
HETTY: The White Ghost is
a dangerous and elusive man.
This is not
an easy mission, Owen.
Which is why I'm
running it myself.
You're going to need a QRF.
I'll keep my team
on standby.
You've got your hands full
right here, Henrietta,
but I do appreciate the offer.
It seems the years
have made you kind.
Have they?
ERIC:
Looking for the last shooter,
but given his
countersurveillance training,
it's a long shot.
Wait, what about the getaway
car from the hotel?
It still hasn't shown up.
I've got Kaleidoscope searching
sedans of that make and model.
Well, all we can do is wait.
(sighs heavily)
I think...
I don't want to know what you
think about Kensi and Deeks.
I didn't say
what I was thinking.
But I know what you're thinking.
So, you're thinking it, too?
You think Hetty knows?
Hetty knows everything, I think.
That's what I thought.
Private airstrip.
Huh?
The last shooter-- he needs
to leave the country
but he's trained to avoid
major hubs like LAX
because he knows that's
where we'd be looking.
Okay, but Kaleidoscope
already searched
private airstrip parking lots.
Search major parking lots
around the parking lots.
In a five-mile radius.
(computer chirps, Eric typing)
(computer trills, beeps)
Sedan matching that description
two miles from Whiteman Airport
in Pacoima.
Yep, makes sense--
it's small, not a major hub.
I'll tell the others.
Get me Agent Callen.
Understood, Hetty.
We got a change of plans.
Thapa's coming with us
to the airstrip.
It's a bad idea.
Yeah, probably.
SECNAV wants us to treat him
like a member of the team.
She's hoping to bolster
relations with India.
SECNAV never had this little
dude's knife to her throat.
KENSI: I'll get Thapa a gun
from the armory.
No. Deeks,
handle his stuff.
Kensi, you're coming
with Sam and me.
Wh...?
You two could use some space.
KENSI:
Understood.
You got this?
I got this.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you.
Well, your enthusiasm
is overwhelming.
I prefer to work alone.
Hmm, I used to feel
the same way.
What changed?
I found somebody worth trusting.
And your team trusts me?
I can't really speak
for my team, but, uh...
...I do.
Why?
It's a damn good question.
I understand that you want
the thumb drive.
And I get that, 'cause if
I was you, I'd want it, too.
And for this mission,
that makes you a liability.
But you got this.
You believe I can do it?
That my brain will win
over my heart?
Brother, I got
to believe that,
'cause if you can do it,
so can I.
Jemadar Thapa.
5th Gurkha Rifle Regiment,
Frontier Force.
Detective Marty Deeks. LAPD.
The Gurkhas have a saying:
"Better to die
than be a coward."
Wow. I think my regular partner
was a Gurkha in a past life.
Then he must be brave.
Well, she...
...she's the bravest.
I will not let you down, sahib.
Okay.
(small plane flying nearby)
Pakistani's a trained pilot.
All he's goona
need is a plane.
You got a good wind?
Yeah.
Got yourself a nice angle?
Yep.
Still automatic
from 1,500 yards?
Yep.
Loves to open up about
her feelings, doesn't she?
So you've never
had a partner?
No.
There's no female Gurkhas?
No.
Well, you should consider
yourself lucky then.
I mean, look at me,
I'm standing on a frozen lake.
And I'm beginning
to sound like her.
The heart needs discipline.
Without discipline
there is no honor.
Without honor, we are nothing.
You know what,
you're pretty cool, Thapa.
For a second there, I forgot
that you chopped off
some guy's head this morning.
There is only one way
to cross a frozen lake.
ERIC (over radio): The ISI agent
has reached the airstrip.
He's alone and on foot.
CALLEN:
Stand by, Deeks.
Looks like he's meeting
somebody.
He will never make it
back to Pakistan.
His passport
has been tagged.
He will be caught.
Armenian Mob in Glendale has the
best forgery operation in L.A.
Fake passport would've been
his first stop for sure.
THAPA:
It does not matter.
He is a dead man.
No. No, no.
No dead man, all right,
we need to take him alive,
tie up any loose ends,
you got that?
Got it, sahib.
The moment you see that
thumb drive, move in.
Agent just passed
an envelope.
I think it was money.
Some sort of keys.
No thumb drive
visible.
(silenced gunshots)
(grunts) No.
Thapa.
Deeks, move.
Federal agents!
Drop it!
(gunshot)
Hold overwatch.
Check.
(gunfire in distance)
(tires screech)
(tires screeching)
Thapa's MIA.
Eric?
Scanning airstrip cams now.
Kensi?
The Gurkha?
No visual on Thapa.
Damn it.
No, no.
Thumb drive's gone.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Let me guess.
You got bad news
and then you got "Fredo at
the end of Godfather Part II"
bad news.
Awesome. Give me
the bad news first.
The news isn't good,
but I'm not a messenger, Deeks.
So, what, you're the guy
that gives me the pep talk?
I'm the one that reminds you
you're not in this alone.
Here's the bad news:
What happened was that
the Pakistanis
found a plane owner online
earlier today,
offered him cash for a ride.
Owner had no idea
what he'd gotten himself into.
Dead the moment
he stepped on the tarmac.
Okay. Give me Fredo.
Thapa's in the wind.
No trace of him.
Right.
Eric's searching cam footage,
statewide APB,
FBI K-9 units are en route.
And you think
all that's enough to hunt down
a Gurkha carrying the holy grail
of intel in his pocket?
His credit cards
and bank accounts are frozen.
Indian government disavowed him
for violating direct orders.
This is an
international incident.
Thapa's the most wanted man
in L.A.
Yeah, I know. And I'm the one
that trusted him.
Maybe you didn't
hear me just now.
No, I did.
I'm not alone. I got it.
Listen, uh,
just for the record,
Kensi told me
to take that shot at the hotel.
I've made that shot before.
I've been there,
I've done that, I got the
T-shirt, I just didn't take it.
So get us back in the game.
I know a way to find Thapa
and get the thumb drive back.
Something tells me
you know something we don't.
Crazy, right?
Hetty, I can
make this right.
You have several problems,
Mr. Deeks.
Which one are we
talking about?
I'm talking about the Gurkha.
I have a plan for the Gurkha.
Ah.
I'm sure it's brilliant.
Tell me.
I honestly don't think
that this guy's gonna go rogue
and sell the thumb drive
to the highest bidder.
I mean, think about this.
He's a... he's a patriot,
he's a soldier, and if
he brings home the information
to neutralize Pakistan,
there's a good chance
India's gonna take him back.
Mm-hmm.
Always better to beg forgiveness
than ask permission.
Exactly.
So what's his next step?
He's got to get out
of Los Angeles,
which means he needs
a new passport,
he needs a new identity and,
given the heat that's on him,
it's got to be perfect.
That's a large task, Mr. Deeks.
Thapa's a stranger in this city.
How would he know where to go?
Because I told him.
I, um...
mentioned the Armenian
Mob franchise in Glendale.
It's run by a woman
named Talita Pambakian.
You know her location?
I spent two weeks
infiltrating her group,
working undercover for LAPD.
We established contact.
She thinks I'm a lawyer.
And what happened?
She found out there was
another cop working undercover
and she shot him in the head.
Obviously, LAPD shut it down
and then they pulled me out.
And you want
to reestablish contact.
Thapa's on his way
to see her right now.
All I got to do
is beat him there.
You need a suit.
Hetty brief you?
Yeah.
We assessed
the location in Ops
and, honestly,
I don't like it.
Makes it impossible for us to reach you
if something goes wrong.
Not much of a choice.
It's the only way.
Or you mean the only way
to redeem yourself
for the hotel and Thapa?
Can you do
something for me?
What?
Can you, for a second,
just pretend that I'm not Deeks
and, for a second, pretend
that you're not Kensi
and that we're
not partners
and no one's trying
to save the planet?
Can we pretend for a second
that we're just a boy and a girl
who are hanging out?
We can...
drive around in my pickup
truck, go get ice cream,
go bowling.
But that's the thing because
the possibilities are endless.
We're young.
We have all the
time in the world.
My name is Fern. Hi.
You're Fern.
(chuckles)
Well, so nice to... so nice
to meet you, Fern. I'm Max.
Nice to meet you.
You have any plans for tonight?
I don't know. It's complicated.
Well,
not from where I'm standing,
it's not.
I have a boyfriend.
So does
my girlfriend.
That's a nice suit.
Yeah.
The problem
with it is
that's it's too-too tight.
It's gonna be hard
to conceal a weapon.
The first thing Talita's guys
are gonna do are pat me down.
They're gonna find it anyway.
Here.
No, I-I can't take that.
My partner
doesn't go unarmed.
Take it.
I've never had a girl give me
her, uh... knife before.
Does that mean
that we are... official?
Eh, sometimes a knife
is just a knife.
CALLEN: All right,
take us through it, Eric.
Those walls are concrete.
Thick concrete.
The structural integrity's
sound, the only way in
is through the front door.
There are the two guards
out front and probably more
inside that we can't see.
Where's Talita located?
ERIC:
Uh, schematics show
an office in the back
of the building,
but you'll have to make it
through a narrow hallway
to get there.
Fatal funnel.
Strategic nightmare.
Yeah.
DEEKS:
Comm's good?
ERIC:
Loud and clear.
(Muzak playing)
Here to see Talita.
You got an appointment?
Tell her
Marty Finch is here to see her.
Maybe you're a cop, Marty Finch.
Call her lawyer.
Well, that's perfect timing
'cause I am her lawyer.
(quietly):
Guy named Marty Finch is here.
TALITA (over radio):
Send him back.
Yeah.
He's good.
Let's go.
First door on the right.
You're the guy who made
those narco charges go away
back in '09?
Hand over any weapons now.
I'm not carrying.
MAN (staticky):
Look for a wire, too...
ERIC:
Comms deadzone in that sector
of the building, guys.
My hands are tied.
Then we wait.
You good?
KENSI:
I'm good.
You enjoying yourself?
He's clean.
Back from the dead, counselor?
Not dead, Talita,
just incredibly busy.
If you're not
working for me,
it's all the same.
Let's hear
your pitch.
You've come to peddle
your wares, right?
Is this the part where
I tell you you still look good
and your business is thriving?
Only problem is
I don't lie to clients.
You're screwed, Talita.
LAPD's coming for you.
They know
what happens when undercovers
show up at my door.
And, unfortunately for you,
they don't forget.
My source says you have another
one coming your way right now.
Small guy, maybe five-five,
dark skin with an undercover
story about needing forged
papers to get back to India.
I'm waiting, Finch.
What are you talking about?
Waiting for what?
That was pro bono.
Do I still look good or not?
I lied before.
You still look good.
What do you want?
You got a lot
of meatheads carrying guns,
but you don't have anybody
that can restructure
your entire organization
and make it legit. That, Talita,
is what I want.
Still billing
the same rate?
No, no. Big boy rules now.
No more retainers.
I need a percentage.
"Big boy rules"?
Yeah.
I like that.
Easy on the suit.
Get up.
You see, I don't like
the one-and-done thing
that you pulled back in '09.
Make things right.
Show me you're loyal.
What are you talking about?
There's a seat for you
at my big boy table.
But you got to take it.
Show him.
Your source was right.
This guy showed up,
said he needed
clean I.D. fast.
But if he's a cop,
how come,
when we shook him down,
all we found was
a thumb drive?
I don't know anything
about a thumb drive.
Now that I have it,
I don't need him, do I?
Prove your loyalty.
Take it.
Little man here forgot
there's no honor among thieves.
(choppy static over comms)
He's been dark for a while.
We knew
this building had problems.
Listen, Talita, I don't shoot people.
Maybe not for a living,
but anyone can stand before
a beaten man and pull a trigger.
I only put
one bullet
in that gun.
Don't miss.
Now, Finch,
or we're going to have
two bodies hanging from hooks.
Eric?
ERIC:
The signal's on full boost.
There's nothing
we can do.
Lots of guns
inside that place.
We go in,
we're going in big.
Let's let it play out
for another 60 seconds,
then we breach.
We clear?
Kensi?
SAM:
Kensi...!
Damn it. Eric, tell LAPD
we're going in hot.
ERIC:
Copy that.
Kensi!
(tires screeching)
(grunts)
(bystanders screaming)
Drop it!
Federal agent!
(grunts)
KENSI:
Deeks!
(grunting)
Are you crazy?
You almost took my head off.
Who takes that shot?
Took you long enough.
Stay with me, Thapa.
(both grunting)
I owe you guys an apology.
I'm sorry.
Tell me you secured
the thumb drive,
we're going
to forget about it.
I don't have it.
Well, who has
it-- Deeks?
Um, no.
I mean, he would have said
if he had it, right?
But I...
Okay, there's no way
the Gurkha held onto it,
so it's got to be here
somewhere. I-I will find it.
I'm thinking
inside jacket pocket,
left side.
I'll go right.
(chuckles)
Bingo.
Nice call.
Kensi... apology accepted.
Go be with your partner.
Thanks.
Lot of trouble
over this thing.
That's right,
so let's put it
somewhere safe.
You know what?
That's a good idea.
Watch my back, G.
Uh-huh.
Here we go.
He lost a lot of blood
but he'll live.
Gurkhas--
believe the hype.
Deeks...
I'm gonna go with him
to the hospital.
No, hey,
whoa, please, let me just--
I just want to
say something.
Yeah.
We're gonna
figure this out.
All we got to do
is talk about it.
Okay, but you don't,
you don't really like
the talking about it.
Yeah, but I promise I'll be
better at talking about this.
What do you, what
do you mean by "this"?
This... you know.
This thing?
Yes, our... thing.
I'm sorry, just--
I didn't, I didn't hear you
'cause there were
so many people walking by.
If you could just maybe
say it louder just for me.
Just once,
just say it.
I hate you.
You don't, you don't,
you don't hate me.
Our thing.
Wow.
(exhales)
You have to promise me
something, too, though.
Anything.
Promise you'll be
patient with me?
Yo, got to roll.
See you tonight?
Yeah.
You do me a favor, Fern?
Anything.
Can you burn
that shirt for me?
(siren wailing)
You saw good in me when I could
not even see it in myself.
I will never
forget that, sahib.
You know, you actually started
to tell me something
back at the airstrip.
You started to tell me the only
way to cross a frozen lake.
Do not run.
Walk slowly.
Stop to look at everything.
Take your time.
She will wait for you.
Okay.
You waiting for Deeks?
Yeah.
Pack your things, Agent Blye.
Excuse me?
There's a C-130 waiting for you.
You've been reassigned.
Reassigned?
Uh, Hetty, Assistant
Director Granger says
I've been reassigned.
That's correct.
You'll be needing a clean shirt,
Miss Blye.
Why is he doing that?
He's not. I am.
(Kensi sighs)
When will I be back?
When the job's done.
GRANGER:
Let's move, Agent Blye.
(phone buzzes)
What's this about, Hetty?
"Need to know," gentlemen.
You ever gonna stop moving us
around like pieces in a chess game?
I don't move pieces, Mr. Callen.
I move the board.
Good night.
Oh, come on, I break
every traffic law on the planet
to get here
and she already left?
Your partner's been
reassigned, Mr. Deeks.
What do you mean?
What do you mean, reassigned?
A classified mission.
A c-classified mission
for how long?
Indefinitely.
(exhales)
Indefinitely.
Mm-hmm.
(wry laugh)
That looks familiar.
It was her dad's.
We
that is quite a gift.
Yeah.
Well, sometimes a knife
is just a knife.
And now she's
entrusted it to you.
♪
Anything else
I should know, Hetty?
Button up, Mr. Deeks.
It's cold out there.
♪
(laughs softly)
(exhales)