NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 11 - Iron Curtain Rising - full transcript

[CAMERA CLICKING]

MAGGIE:
Sweetheart, just try it.
Ripped By mstoll

They're not fried leaves.

It doesn't make any sense
to me either.

[CHUCKLES]

Here, try a bite of mine.

[MAGGIE & ZEVLOS LAUGHING]

[MAGGIE
CONTINUES LAUGHING]

MAGGIE:
That was a pretty big bite. Ha-ha-ha.

Be right back.

Too much coffee.



AGENT 1:
FBI!

AGENT 2: FBI.
AGENT 3: Don't move!

- Downstairs.
AGENT 1: Stay in your seats.

- Stay where you are.
AGENT 2: Stay down. Don't move.

What the hell is going on?

AGENT 1:
Federal agents. FBI.

AGENT 2: Bathroom, clear.
MAN: Go.

AGENT 1:
We're clear.

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

- He's gone?
- Afraid so, ma'am.

[SNORING]

Is this how we're working out now?

I'm just resting between sets.

- You taught me that.
- Right.



- Just taking a little power nap.
- You were snoring.

I'm not snoring.
Those were deep breathing exercises.

Something you also taught me.

You know, this is the third morning
this week I caught you here resting.

What can I tell you?
I'm always in the gym.

Just trying to stay
lean and mean, baby.

- Ha, ha. No, I'm always in the gym.
- Uh-huh.

You know you have a house now.
You can sleep there.

- That's what normal people do.
- I sleep there.

I do.

You're like a cat that keeps going back
even though the owners moved.

What do you want me to say?
I'm a creature of habit.

Yeah, you're a creature, all right.

Of bad habits.

What is your deal this morning?

Did the kids eat your Cocoa Puffs
again?

- Don't go trying to change the sub...
HETTY [ON SPEAKER]: Ahem, ahem.

SAM: What the...?
HETTY: Good morning.

Sorry to interrupt your workout,
gentlemen.

- We weren't working out.
- I was working out.

- He was sleeping.
- Resting.

We have a case.

[SAM CHUCKLES]

I'm not sure
I'm comfortable with this.

She's already in three places
at once.

- That's what I'm worried about.
SAM: Heh.

I can still hear you, gentlemen.

Embrace the future.

Today's special is former
Romanian Communist leader,

and suspected war criminal,
Anton Zevlos.

He allegedly helped mastermind
Romania's human trafficking ring.

Now, there was already a market
for young women,

but Zevlos used his position
to create false adoption papers

for the trafficking
of children and babies.

Now, a lot of those adopted kids
ended up being used as organ donors.

At least that's the rumor.

NELL:
Zevlos disappeared

after Romania's Communist regime
fell in '89,

but Romania believes
he's been living in Los Angeles...

under an assumed identity,
John Vasile,

for the last 20 years.

How did he go so long
without being found?

I mean, it can't be that hard
to track down one Romanian ex-pat.

It is if no one's looking for you.

The Romanian government wasn't
even sure he'd ever left the country.

Lots of war criminals
stayed behind in Romania

after Ceausescu was overthrown.

They got generous pensions,

luxury apartments
for their service to the republic.

It doesn't help
that there's still strong nostalgia

for the Communist era back there.

That's part of why Romania
basically ignored its brutal past.

Until now.

Romania finally wants to bring charges
against their war criminals.

And they want us to deliver Zevlos.

Well, now, they do.

They initially went
through the State Department

who sent the FBI to bring him in.

That didn't go so well.

Zevlos walked out
on his wife and kid,

and left the restaurant moments
before the SWAT team moved in.

Now we've been asked
to help find him, help finish the job.

Well, so much
for the element of surprise.

Yeah. Now that Zevlos knows
we're after him,

he's not gonna come up for air
many more times.

Well, let's make this one count.

Start with his wife.

Hey, uh, do you want me
to ride with you guys?

- We're taking the Challenger.
- I think we got this.

- Oh. Okay.
- We'll call you if we find something.

Or if you need backup,
because if you need me, I'll be there.

- I'll be there, like, uh...
- Uh-huh.

- Cool.
CALLEN: Yup.

Like, boom!

If you need...

Okay.

SAM: Maybe we should
have brought Deeks along.

CALLEN:
For what?

Uh, I don't know.

Clearly, the guy's a little lost
without his partner.

Oh, I get it. You're feeling bad for him.
You feel like you gotta go easy on him.

- You've lost your favorite chew toy.
- The guy's been through a lot.

- And he saved my wife's life.
- Once.

I've saved your life,
what, a hundred times?

- A hundred?
- How many?

Not a hundred. And definitely not
as many times as I've saved your life.

Are you kidding me?

I've saved your life
more times than you've saved mine.

- No way. Stop it.
- Fact of life, baby.

SAM: Good morning.
- Morning.

Agents Hanna and Callen, NCIS.

Carla Shear.
I'm the Vasiles' attorney. Please.

Thank you. Not a hundred.

Dreaming.

This has to be a misunderstanding.

I wish it were, for your sake, ma'am.

But your husband's real name
is Anton Zevlos.

He is wanted for war crimes
he committed as a high-ranking official

in Communist Romania.

No, no, see, you have it backwards.

John came to America
to flee Ceausescu.

He was penniless.

He left everything behind
for a chance at a better life.

Found his way
into commercial real estate,

and look what he's achieved.

Classic American dream.

He's a real inspiration.

Agent Callen, you realize

you are conducting a search
without a warrant.

We're just trying to help the missus
find her husband.

I thought you said you were looking
for a war criminal.

Same thing.

MAGGIE:
My husband is not a war criminal.

[CLICKS]

SAM:
What have we got here?

You were saying?

[CAMERA CLICKING]

[CAMERA CLICKING]

CALLEN:
How's Mrs. Zevlos... Vasile, doing?

I'm seeing some trust issues
and some therapy in her future.

She claims
this was his personal space.

She never came in here.

What we get?

About September of 1998,
Zevlos felt like he was being watched.

He started keeping records

of anyone around him
who he felt was suspicious.

Healthy dose of paranoia
doesn't hurt,

especially when you're a war criminal
in hiding.

CALLEN:
Liked to keep tabs on his friends.

His enemies too.

Not to mention enough arms
to start a small war.

Looks like he took two of those
with him.

Armed and psychotic.

Perfect.

NELL:
Here it is.

John Vasile died
of necrotizing enterocolitis in 1993

at the age of six months.

- Zevlos must've assumed his identity.
- That old chestnut.

What else we got?

Well, uh, Callen and Sam found
a secret stash of files and weapons

at Zevlos'-slash-Vasile's house.

Now we're cooking. What else?

NELL: That's all we're working with
at the moment.

Okay. All right. No worries.

Let's, uh, change gears for a second,
shall we?

Let's try something else.
Where is, uh?

Where's Kensi right now?

We don't know.

We don't.

No, I mean, I get it, it's classified,
but how do we get in touch with her?

I don't think we can.

Right, of course,
and I'm not suggesting that we do,

but if I were to need
to speak with her...

Yeah, you couldn't.

[SIGHS]

HETTY:
Mr. Deeks.

Yes, Hetty.

Aah. Danger, Will Robinson.
What the hell is that?

It's advanced telepresence.

It allows me
to be in several places at once.

I'd like to see you in my office,
Mr. Deeks.

SOLDIER:
Ma'am.

- Thanks.
SOLDIER: Yeah.

[SOLDIERS
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[SIGHS]

MAN 1:
Hey.

WOMAN 1: Hi there.
KENSI: Hey.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah. Hi. I'm Kensi Blye.

Rachel Harris. Are you...?
You looking for someone?

I was told to report here.

Uh, okay. By whom?

By Assistant Director Granger

and my operations manager
Hetty Lange.

- You work for Hetty?
- Yeah.

What's that like?

- It's interesting.
- I bet.

- You know what your assignment is?
- No.

Well, that makes two of us.

Anyone here got a heads up

on the arrival of Special Agent...

- Blye.
- Blye?

WOMAN 1: No.
- Mm-mm.

Am I about to be replaced?

I don't think so. I have a partner and
ongoing cases in Los Angeles, so...

All right, well,
um, make yourself at home,

and I will try and figure out
what's going on.

Okay. Thanks.

- How are you, Mr. Deeks?
- I'm good.

I'm really good. I'm great.

But now that you mention it,
I could, uh...

I could be better.

How so?

Well, for starters,
I could have my partner back.

Ah.

Well, unfortunately,

she's on a rather important
assignment.

Which is what again?

It's classified.

Can you at least tell me
if she's in danger?

No more than usual.

All right, I'm just gonna ask.
Is this because of me?

You sending her away like that,
is that because of me?

Because if it is, this is simple.
I can just...

I can just walk.

You know,
I'll just go back to L.A.P.D.

Because you don't have
to punish Kensi

for something that I did

or something that you think
that we did.

So if there's a problem here,
I take full responsibility for that.

That's very admirable of you,
Mr. Deeks.

So is that it?

I think I have everything I need.

Any idea where Zevlos
might be headed?

Uh, not yet, but we may have an idea
of how he'll get there.

Hit me.

Okay. This is a leasing agreement
from Million Air Charter.

Yep. Million Air.

It's a private charter company
out of Burbank.

Company's owned by this guy,

Michael Bell.

Now, I looked into him.

Turns out his real name
and the name he used in the KGB

is Mikhail Brantov.

DEEKS:
Hello there, comrade.

Guys, I found him.
I got a hit on Zevlos' Range Rover.

Let me guess,
he's headed to the Burbank Airport?

Uh, no, actually,
he's circling around Santa Monica.

Maybe he's waiting
to pick up someone or something.

Sending his location
to Callen and Sam now.

Okay. I'm gonna head
to Million Air Charter

in case he gets past them
and makes a break for it.

- Good work.
- Thanks.

ERIC:
He's traveling south on E Street.

Should be coming around the corner
any moment.

[HORN HONKS
AND TIRES SCREECH]

CALLEN:
We got him, Eric.

[HORN HONKS]

Federal agents! Get out of the car!

Get out of the car!
Put your hands on the dashboard!

[WHIMPERS]

- Where's Zevlos?
- Who?

The guy whose car you just crashed.

Some lady gave us the keys
and said it was her cheating husband's

and told us to have fun.

That's not stealing.
She gave it to us.

FBI's been watching Maggie Vasile
since the raid

so it couldn't have been her.

- Which only leaves...
- Carla Shear.

Zevlos' lawyer.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

[CAMERA CLICKING]

CALLEN:
It's confirmed?

OFFICER:
Mm-hm.

Witnesses at a food truck on Melrose
corroborated the kids' story.

Any idea where Shear is?

With Zevlos, for all we know.

[LINE RINGING]

DEEKS: Go for Deeks.
- The Range Rover was a distraction.

Any chance you got eyes on Zevlos?

Not unless
he's had facial reconstruction surgery.

All I've seen so far
is an overzealous bridal party

I'm assuming is going to Vegas
for the night and an old guy with a dog.

Wait a minute.

[DEEKS SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Stop the press.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

We have a new player.

Go ahead and check your e-mails.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Who the hell is this guy?

NELL: His name is Donald Banks,
and get this.

He's been with the CIA
almost three decades.

CIA might be tracking Zevlos too.

- Check him out anyways.
NELL: You got it.

Eric, contact Homeland Security
and the FAA.

Have them shut down
Million Air Charter.

Also, see if you can locate
Carla Shear.

ERIC:
She's back at Zevlos' house.

Showed up in a cab.

And we've got some new intel
on her.

- What do we know about her?
- Carla Shear, 36. Single.

Admitted to the California Bar
in 2003.

Specializes in high net worth
individuals, in personal matters.

So a high school kid gets a DUI,

his rich parents pay her
to make it go away.

Exactly.
But looking at last year's tax return,

we think she's being paid
under the table.

Carla Shear reported earnings
of 115 K last year,

but that wouldn't cover
half her mortgage

on her Ocean Avenue condo,

the new lease on her fancy F-Type

- or her Louboutins.
- Her what?

- Her shoes.
- Her shoes.

What? My partner's a woman.

Or at least she was.
I mean, she's still a woman.

Actually, I'm not sure
if she's still a woman.

Not that I know that
from any intimate experience.

I'm just saying that, right now,

- she's not here with me.
- We got it.

Do any of Carla Shear's other clients
fit Zevlos' profile?

- Oh.
- What, war criminals on the run?

He's her only client
with that particular legal problem.

So then the question is, how much
did she really know about him?

Was she taking orders
when she gave away his Range Rover,

knowing that it would throw us
off his tail?

Or was she in on the plan
from the get-go?

Either way,
she's still our best bet to finding him.

CALLEN:
I think we need to ask her.

- You go get the lawyer?
- On it.

Find out everything
on Zevlos' business dealings.

If he's gonna run, he's gonna
wanna liquidate as much as he can,

- as fast as he can.
- Yep.

Really?

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Do you mind?

Wondering
what you were working on.

It's classified, so...

Well, I'm an NCIS agent, so...

First I'm hearing about it.

Let me guess. You must be Booker.

Good talk.

Please, take a seat.

I want it on the record
that I came here willingly

to cooperate with your investigation,

and to help you find Mr. Vasile
and prove his innocence.

You mean Zevlos.

Ha, ha. You're cute.

That's off the record.

You should probably save that charm
for the jury.

Grumpy much?

- That's why you work alone?
- I don't work alone. I have a partner.

Mm.

He watching us?

No, she's not.

Where's she?

- I don't know.
- So you are a lawyer.

Yep.

Who works for the L.A.P.D.
And NCIS?

- You got it.
- Who has a missing partner?

Bingo.

She's good.

She's very good.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

What do you have for me, Nell?

NELL: Well, we found
some new information on Zevlos

that you guys
might wanna take a look at.

- Send it to my phone.
NELL: Yep.

What about Zevlos' Range Rover?

You mean Vasile's Range Rover?

You say Vasile, I say Zevlos.

Tomato, tomato.
War criminal, criminal lawyer.

Ha-ha-ha. Oh.

I like you. I do.

So I'm sorry
there's been so much confusion.

- Let me try to straighten things out.
- Please do.

[CARLA CLEARS THROAT]

CARLA:
Yes, I gave...

We got something?

Yeah.

We got something.

- What a generous man he is,

and his ongoing
charitable involvement.

He's always pulling stunts like that.
It's crazy.

- It's really crazy.
- Right.

It's crazy like "sleeping with a client"
crazy.

Zevlos didn't call you from
his regular cell phone this morning,

because he has a separate line
just for you.

Hope you had a warrant for that.

Does his wife know?

Wow, I didn't think so.

So when did he let you in
on his real past in Romania?

We're done here.

I don't think we are.

Please, sit.

Not unless you're gonna charge me
with something, arrest me. Good luck.

How about aiding and abetting
an international fugitive,

filing fraudulent tax returns,

interfering
with a federal investigation?

Should I keep going?

DEEKS: Your only real move here,
Carla, is to cooperate,

because prison would do a number
on that fancy manicure.

CALLEN: The guy you're helping
is a human trafficker.

Young girls, children, babies,
all sold into slavery under his watch.

No, that's a lie.

I mean, he may have been
an arms dealer.

He probably told you
he was an arms dealer.

Thought it'd be easier to accept.

But he made his money
in human flesh.

Kids.

Babies.

Now,

where the hell is he?

He have money to run?

He has 68 million invested
in real estate.

He likes a certain lifestyle.
He's not walking away without it.

ERIC:
Zevlos' legitimate finances

are a web of shell corporations
and holding companies.

He started buying up
commercial buildings

in the mid-'90s
and has made a killing.

SAM: Are you seeing many
sell-side transactions

or was Zevlos
mainly buying property?

- Looks like mostly acquisitions.
- So he's rich on paper

but maybe too cash poor
to be an international fugitive.

- Who financed his loans?
- Um...

Wahr Geld Bank, Munich.

He's gonna be looking
to liquidate assets and fast.

Pull out as much money as he can,
even if it's pennies on a dollar.

Doesn't help that he doesn't have
access to his lawyer.

Well, he's either desperate enough
to do it on his own,

or he's willing to forgo his fortune
and run.

Let's hope he's as greedy
as he is deranged.

You bored?

Hey.

I didn't know you were here.

I'm not.

Does that mean I'm not here either?

What do you think?

Okay.

So maybe you can tell me
why I'm not here

since no else seems to know.

Come on.

That isn't mine.

Is now.

What's the target?

The locals call him Spin Pairay,

the White Ghost. We don't know
who he is or where he's from,

but we think he's a Westerner
who's working with the Taliban.

- American?
- Maybe.

It's possible he's a private contractor
that went native.

Initially we thought
it was disinformation or tribal legend,

but the insurgents
have been employing

advanced combat tactics
that someone's been teaching them.

- You want me to find him?
- No.

The task force is gonna find him.

You're gonna kill him.

There's our guy.

CALLEN:
Only branch in town.

Had to show up eventually.

One o'clock.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[ZEVLOS CHUCKLES]

[MAN GRUNTS]

Agh!

SAM:
Get down! Everybody get down!

[SCREAMS]

Federal agents!
Everyone stay down!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

CALLEN:
Grenade!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

You got him?

I can't see anything.

[SAM COUGHING]

Go. Go. I got this.

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[CAMERA CLICKING]

[CAMERA CLICKING]

[SAM COUGHING]

- Here.
- I'm fine.

I understand Zevlos got away.

We'll find him.

I don't think so.

SECNAV shut it down.

What are you talking about?

Why?

All I know is that we are no longer
to pursue Mr. Zevlos.

He shot three people.

He practically blew up a bank.

It's over, Mr. Hanna.

Not for me.

Not after what he did to those kids.

I'm not going to repeat myself.

Mr. Deeks, release Miss Shear.

Good day, gentlemen.

Zevlos still has ties
to the former Soviet bloc.

He has friends in positions of power.

He'd leverage those relationships
to put pressure on our government.

Could've convinced them
to turn a blind eye.

That and $68 million buys you
a lot of favors in this country.

Only he doesn't have
the 68 million.

Without the money,
there's nothing keeping him here.

This time, Zevlos really is leaving.

- What do you have, Eric?
- Okay, Donald Banks,

the CIA agent who was
at Million Air Charter this morning,

he wasn't always based in L.A.

Uh, he was stationed
in a bunch of places,

but he spent a good chunk
of the '80s in Romania.

Maybe that's why the CIA
assigned him to find Zevlos.

Could've been a personal vendetta.

Or a personal relationship.

How many flights
going out of Million Air?

Just one, uh,
to Costa Rica leaving at 3:15.

Two unlisted passengers.

Zevlos and his CIA buddy?

After what went down,

Zevlos is not going anywhere
near an airport.

He doesn't know who he can trust.

Banks doesn't know that.
I mean, he's still waiting at the airport.

I think it's time we lifted the lockdown
at Million Air Charter.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Welcome to Million Air Charter,

where our commitment
is to first-class service.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh. Good afternoon.
May I help you?

Yeah, I'm booked on a flight today,
315, to Costa Rica.

- Okay. You are?
- Victor Brown.

Great. May I see your ID?
Thank you.

I'm supposed to be meeting someone
here today.

- And who might that be?
- Robert Taylor.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Oh, yes, Mr. Taylor.

He left a message
saying he is delayed

and you should go on ahead
without him.

- He did?
- Yes.

He is booked on a flight
later this evening, also to Costa Rica.

Wow, wish I was going
with you guys. Heh.

[NELL CLEARS THROAT]

- Looks like we have an empty seat.
- Oh, that's awfully generous.

No, my treat.

A little sand, sun and fun.

Mm.

Thank you. I wish I could,
but I am chained to this desk.

Oh, come on. What's a few days?

- I bet you deserve a vacation.
- I do.

But my mom,
she is just so sick right now.

Colitis.

It's getting pretty messy.

You know what though?
She could really use the trip.

No, no, um, I understand.

It's probably not good for her
to travel.

You're probably right.

Okay, you are all set.

Your plane is first on the tarmac
to the right.

- Have a great trip.
- All right, thank you.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]

Banks is coming towards you.

He's traveling under the name
Mr. Brown.

He was waiting for a Mr. Taylor.

Probably Zevlos traveling
under a new identity as well.

DEEKS:
Ah. Good afternoon, Mr. Brown.

I can take your bag
and your jacket for you.

Aah. Sure. I'll take a drink as well.

Bourbon, neat.

Why don't you go ahead
and buckle up?

And I'll grab that bourbon for you.

[CHIME DINGS]

BANKS:
How about another one of these?

Already in my hand, sir.

- Sit down.
- What the hell is this?

This is about to be
a tragic aviation accident,

killing everyone onboard.

Except they're only gonna recover
one body: Yours.

Yeah. Autopilot's gonna disengage
in about two minutes

and the plane's gonna crash.

Feel free to use your seat
as a flotation device

in the event of a water landing.

This will be a water landing.

Splash.

I knew I couldn't trust that bastard.
That Romanian bastard.

How much is he paying you guys?
I'll double it.

With what?

He's paying us out of your cut,
genius.

- We good?
- We're good.

- Good.
BANKS: Wait, wait!

Look, Zevlos is in trouble.

They're onto him, okay?
He may even be caught already.

Look, I'm CIA. I can help.

Why would Zevlos work
with the CIA?

I'm the one who snuck him
into the States.

I provided him with intel,
with names of operatives.

Look, I can move just about anything
in or out of the country.

Now, I can do the same for you.

So let's just land this plane
and talk this through.

[DOOR CLICKING]

Oh, thank God.

You won't regret this.

No, but you will.

Okay, yeah, that was fantastic.

Can one you please go back
to the cockpit?

Ha, ha. Relax, Deeks.
I fly better than I drive.

That's not saying a whole lot. I'll fly.

SAM:
I'm a better pilot than you are.

CALLEN: Since when?
SAM: Since last summer.

The Catalina Operation. There's no
way you could've landed that plane.

Please, that was a float plane

and it was pure luck
that we got shot down over water.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

I was in complete control
the entire time.

- That proves nothing.
- That proves everything.

Okay, listen,
I'll let you guys work that out.

I'm just gonna go ahead
and leave my chute on.

How's that bourbon?

[CAMERA CLICKING]

[CAMERA CLICKING]

So according to the Wonder Twins,

Donald Banks' financial history
shows

that Zevlos has been giving him
generous kickbacks since '89.

Buying the names of CIA operatives
abroad doesn't come cheap.

Zevlos may have threatened to expose
CIA assets in Eastern Europe,

which is why the State Department
told SECNAV to stand down.

So, what do we do with him?

We hand him over to the Agency.

He's their problem.

Hmph. They will be more than happy
to take care of this

without mentioning our involvement.

Spook-on-spook punishment?

Spooky.

And it keeps the Hetty-bot happy.

Yeah, still doesn't get us any closer
to Zevlos.

As soon as we were told to stand
down, he could've been out of here.

Yeah, but he doesn't know that.

If I'm Zevlos,
all I know is I'm a wanted man.

I'm playing it safe.

So, what does that mean?

Means I'm laying low
until I'm guaranteed safe passage.

Hmm. The kind of thing perhaps
you'd have your lawyer get for you.

Or somebody that loves you.

And if that's the same person...

- Eric?
ERIC: Callen.

Where's Carla Shear?

Okay, I got her cell phone
moving south on Pacific Avenue

between Navy and Rose.

So where's she headed?
Santa Monica Airport? LAX?

No, the marina.

She cashed out her bank account
an hour ago.

So I checked the bank's
phone records.

It turns out someone placed a call

to Carlyle Yacht and Boat Rentals
right after that.

Carla chartered a boat,
slips 16 through 21.

Alert Coast Guard, L.A.P.D.,
and the harbormaster.

ZEVLOS:
You made it. I was getting worried.

Good girl.

What's wrong?

They told me... They told me
you were a human trafficker.

No. They would have told you
I eat children

if they thought
it would turn you against me.

Come. Let's go. We have to hurry.

SAM: Deeks, coming your way.
DEEKS: I'm in position.

CALLEN:
Zevlos!

[CARLA GASPS]

Drop it!

- John! John!
ZEVLOS: Shut up.

- What are you doing?
- Let her go.

It's over.

Back off or I'll kill her.

- You know I will.
- John.

Killing her won't help you get away.

In fact, it'll ensure I kill you.

Come on, Zevlos.
You're smarter than this.

You're connected.

Guy like you will be wired in prison
within a week.

You'll probably have an escape plan
within a month.

You don't want to call my bluff.

She will die.

John. John, please.

Please.

Take the shot.

- Aah!
- Unh!

[GRUNTS]

[CARLA WHIMPERS]

CALLEN: Of course, that was only
if you went to jail here.

I have no idea what's in store for you
at a Romanian war crimes tribunal.

I'm so glad I didn't have to kill you.

So you can spend the rest of your life
rotting in a cell.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to see him
one last time.

I was afraid
I would never see him again.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

Let's go.

How is it?

I feel like the new kid.

No, I meant the rifle.

Oh.

Rifle's fine. It'll do the job.

Do the others know
about my assignment?

Unless they're complete idiots, they
should've gotten a pretty good idea

once you started carrying
that cannon around.

Well, I feel like they resent me
being here.

Why would they?
And even if they do, so what?

Well, some of us don't relish
being disliked.

Let's focus on the mission,
Miss Congeniality.

[RIFLE CLICKING]

HETTY:
Mr. Callen? Mr. Hanna?

[SIGHS]

Oh, come on.

That's not fair.

What's not fair, Mr. Hanna?

Nothing.

Oh.

Well, I just got off the phone
with SECNAV.

It seems the CIA has arrested
one of its own,

- a man named Donald Banks.
SAM: Hmm.

No? Nothing?

Never heard of him.

Evidently,
he was tied in with Zevlos,

who's also been taken into custody.

Imagine that.

- CIA is good.
HETTY: Mm-hm.

"And ye shall know the truth

and the truth shall make you free."

That's their motto.

Mm.

That's a good motto.

You disobeyed my orders.

Hetty, there were extraordinary
circumstances.

There always are.

Would you have preferred
we let him get away?

That's not the point.

I give you both a lot of rope,

and I would hate
to see you hang yourselves.

[HETTY SIGHS]

Where's the third blind mouse?

He had some paperwork
to catch up on.

HETTY:
Another likely story.

You know, I don't want
to see you in here tomorrow.

[SAM CHUCKLES]

- You're giving us tomorrow off?
- Yes.

- Nice.
- Without pay, of course.

- Whoa.
- No, suck it up.

Unless you want to have
an extended unpaid vacation.

- No, tomorrow's good.
- Heh.

I don't play favorites, gentlemen.

Even under extraordinary
circumstances.

[CALLEN SIGHS]

I think I'm starting
to like the robot better.

I can still hear you, Mr. Callen.

[KEYBOARD CLICKING]

KENSI:
Good night, Deeks.
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