NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 12 - Merry Evasion - full transcript

These rock.

Seriously.
Better than last week's.

Want to taste one?

No?

Really?

Okay. Fine.

Suit yourself.

You know, there's a whole world
out there, other than kibble,

that you're just never
gonna taste.

You have to live with that,
not me.

Aw, big, bad Bubba
got his feelings hurt?



What's the matter, tough guy,
you can't find your binkie?

Bubba?

Bubba?

Bubba...

What are you
doing there?

How did you open the door?

Bubba...?

Aah! Help!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh...!

Help!

Help me!

Please! Please help me!
Oh, my God.



Help me!

LA 5x12 ♪
Merry Evasion
Original Air Date on December 17, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

I think
Michelle was right.

You shouldn't
have done that.

It's just not
very Christmassy.

It was one card.
Not all of the cards, just one.

I read it, she read it.
I got an update

on my buddy's family
and I tossed it.

The card had glitter on it.

So what do you have
against glitter?

It's the Devil's dust.

Once that stuff infects
your house, it's a wrap.

All right, that in itself
is a therapy session.

All I'm saying is

you ought to display
your holiday cards.

Display them?
Yeah.

Put them on your fireplace,
show them off a little bit.

I don't have a fireplace.

Then put them
on a decorative ribbon.

I've seen that done before.

How many holidays cards
do you get

besides the one
from the Hanna household?

Me personally? Not many.
Yeah.

But my aliases pull about,
I don't know, 50?

Mele Kalikimaka, boys.

Deeks.
Uh-huh.

What do you do with the
holiday cards you get?

What are you talking about?
Display 'em on my fireplace.

Thank you.

Oh, wait, let me guess--
you're making

holiday lanyards out of paracord

and then hanging the cards
on those?

See, red and green paracord
would be sick.

That's not a bad idea.

That's what I'm talking about.

Okay, if--

and I emphasize
if I was to display them--

how long would I have
to keep them up?

January 3.

January 3?!

Minimum.
Minimum.

Come on, guys.
We caught a case.

This morning, downtown,
home invasion.

Ooh... somebody put
a BOLO out on Krampus.

Krampus is a Christmas demon
from the Alps, steals children.

Never mind.
I'll stop talking.

What'd he take, Nell?
Nothing.

The homeowner, Lily Lockhart,
fought him off

with the help of
her Belgian Malinois.

Bubba was shot.
He's in surgery at the vet.

I'm guessing if the
case showed up here,

she's related to
Senator Lockhart?

Daughter.

And the State Department wants
to know if it was more

than just a random
home invasion.

Where's the senator now?

Right here in L.A.
recess.

U.S. Capitol Police
has been with him already,

so he's secured at his office.

Why was he travelling
with Capitol Police protection?

The senator's been spearheading
an investigation

into China's People's
Liberation Army

Unit 61398.

- China's cyber warfare unit.
- Tech geniuses

with English
language skills.

They're suspected
of cyber espionage

and large-scale hacking of
U.S. tech and aerospace firms.

There's been chatter
that the PLA

is not thrilled with
the senator's new agenda.

But with Capitol Police
protection,

the senator's a hard mark
to hit.

If the PLA's here and they
attack the senator's daughter

on our soil, we got
to put 'em down.

My feeling exactly,

Mr. Hanna.

Where is Lily now?

LAPD's Alvarado station.

I'd like you
gentlemen to secure

Ms. Lockhart
in protective custody,

bring her to the boatshed
for an interview.

You got it.

And you two can go

interview the senator.

The two of...
You mean the two of me?

I want you and Nell

to see the senator, find out
if he knows anything

about these Chinese
PLA threats.

Me and... Nellosaurus?

Yes, I move fast, Mr. Deeks.

Gotta keep up.

Let's go, Shaggy.

Well played.

I'm with you, Velma.

Just for the record,
this is a terrific idea.

Terrific.

They told me Bubba's
in surgery, so...

we'll have to stop at the
animal hospital on Wilshire.

I'm sorry, Ms. Lockhart,
we need to take you directly

to a secured location until we
can determine the threat level.

Okay.

"Ms. Lockhart"? No.
How 'bout we just...

go with just Lily.

Okay, Lily. We have agents on
the way to speak to your father.

When we get there...
My dad?

What does my dad
have to do with this?

The police told me
it was a home invasion.

We're looking
into that angle also.

Wow, that's great.

I don't talk to him
for two years,

and he still picks the most

perfect time to come into
my life and screw it all up.

So, the guy

that attacked me was looking
for my father?

We haven't determined that.
Oh.

Cool. "Hey, Lil, why weren't you
at my Christmas party?"

"Oh, because I was
being detained at a...

magical secured location."

Awesome.

Thanks, Mac.

How is she?
Did you see Lily?

No, we didn't
see her, sir.

NCIS thinks this attack
has something to do with me?

We are looking
into every possibility, Senator.

Recently, you've been
very vocal in the press about

Chinese PLA Unit 61398.

That unit's dangerous.

They need to be monitored
and dealt with

as intensely as any threat
to our national security.

Capitol Police are investigating
the threats made on your life.

Do you think the PLA's behind those?
I don't know.

That's Neidra Industries'
theory.

The government contracting firm?
Yeah, they're specialists

in cyber warfare tactics.

They discovered the chatter
and deemed it a threat.

All right, we'll follow up
with Neidra

and, uh, if you think
of anything else.

I'll contact you if I do.

Uh, after the
attack on Lily...

didn't you want
to go see her?

When I called
the police station,

they told me
she wouldn't see me.

It's the price I pay
for spending more time

with my Army unit
than I did with her

when she was growing up.

Mmm. I'm sorry. I didn't...

mean to, um...
It's okay.

Lily's strong.

She's learned to do without.

Thank you, Senator.

Thank you.

I'm sorry if I came off
a little...

It's just that my father and I
don't really have a good thing.

It's all good.

You remind me
of my dad's friends.

Your dad's got good taste.

You with SF?
I was

with the Teams.
So you're a SEAL, huh?

Got a workout DVD
you want to sell me?

So, you're the SEAL.

What's your story?

- Yeah, what's your story, G?
- Wait, no, let me guess.

Um, rich kid turned lawyer
turned NCIS agent.

- Rich kid?!
- Yeah.

You got this kind of
country club vibe about you.

I bet you even
tuck in your shirt

when no one's looking.

This job does not exactly
support the, uh,

country club lifestyle.

What do you do
to pay the bills, Lily?

Private chef.
I do slow food.

Oh. I'm all about
the slow food thing.

What the hell is slow food?

It's eating
what's around you.

Watching it grow.

Knowing your food, G.

Impressive.

I know my food.

Oh, yeah?

What'd you have last night?

A burger.

Okay, do you know
the cow's name?

Mac.

And he was "big."

Okay.

Ah, you see
what I'm up against?

Mm-hmm.
Try making informed food decisions

with this guy
for a partner.

Do you have any idea how far
that "burger" had to travel...

Funnel.

Lily, get down!

Punch it, G. Go! Go!

Aah!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, come on,
come on!

Down, down, down,
down, down!

Loading!

Long guns and go bags
are in the trunk!

Trunk's too exposed!
I can't get to it!

Cover me!

On three!

What happens on three?

They're coming pretty quick.
How 'bout on two, huh?

Can I know the plan?!
On two, you're gonna run

like a bat out of hell.

One!

Two!

Down! Stay down!
Stay down! Stay down!

Oh, my God.

Stay here.

Hetty,
we got ambushed.

Civilian is secured.

No injuries; minimum
two shooters still mobile.

Clear.

Copy that, Sam.

We've locked your
GPS position.

QRF is en route.

Copy.

QRF is on its way.

What's a QRF?

Quick Reaction Force.

We just got to hunker down.
They'll be here soon.

Okay, heroes on the way.

Okay.

Morning.

Morning.

Where is everybody?

Well, I sent Harris to Athens,

and Booker and a couple
of the others to Istanbul.

What for?

Little R & R for the holidays.

Really?

Wow.
That was nice of you.

It wasn't for them.
It was for me.

I got tired
of hearing them whine.

They're living in

this motor home,
hot running water,

satellite TV, Internet--

when I was in the field,

we were lucky
if we scored a tent.

Yeah, I bet you walked ten miles
to school in the snow, too.

Don't suppose
you're sending me to LA?

Paris?

No.

What do we got?

Satellite's spotted
several groups of men

high-tailing toward Pakistan
last night.

Mujahedeen?

Well, if they weren't,
they will be soon.

My guess is they're inmates

the Taliban busted out
of Zarghun Shar Prison.

Makes sense.
Jail-break a few criminals,

give them weapons--
instant army.

There's also been
a big uptick

in the amount of money moving
through the hawala networks.

It's often a precursor
to a major attack.

We gotta find
that white ghost.

Blye, you remember
Agent Sabatino, CIA.

Special Activities Division.

Hey.

Yeah, hey.

So how'd you make out?

Well, they were over the border
before we could engage them.

We put the ANA on
high alert and they're, uh,

doubling the patrols
along that stretch.

Let me know if anything changes.

Yeah.

Go for Granger.

Well, nice to see
a familiar face.

Likewise. Granger didn't
tell me you were here.

I'm not.
You're not.

Of course. Yeah.
Neither am I.

Is that coffee?

Some form of it.

Thank God.

So, how long
have you been here?

Uh, almost three months,
but...

...feels like three years.

Thought you got
called back

to Washington to head the search
for Siderov's nukes.

I was, but they pulled
me back for this.

This was more important
than three stolen nukes?

Well, you know Washington,
right?

Nice work, by the way.

Thanks.

Yeah.
I would've liked

to have gotten a shot at the guy
who killed Snyder myself, but...

glad you got him.

Yeah... I heard two of your guys
got pretty messed up.

Yeah, but, thankfully,
they're okay. You...

hungry?
Yeah.

I've been humping through the
Kush for three freaking weeks.

If I have to eat another rodent,
I think I'm gonna die.

So what's your
part in all this?

I was brought in as a shooter

for the
Spin Pairay-- White Ghost guy.

What?

Nothing.

You don't think
I have the sniper skills?

Do you?

Would I be here if I didn't?

Granger didn't tell you what
happened to our last shooter?

No.

The guy you're replacing,
Sanders--

he was SOG, too--
he came over with me.

He got caught by the Muj.

I found his body.

I never found his head.

So... what do these QRF
guys look like, anyway?

What do you mean?

I mean, are they,
like, total longhaired

WOD-crushing Hemsworths, or,
like, wiry, cerebral Goslings?

I'm not sure I even know
what those words mean.

Are those people?

Really?

G, window.

Get in there.

Take 'em alive!

He's gone.

What happened
to taking them alive?

Your guy's alive,
but he escaped.

Is that some
kind of big win?

He's clean.

Check out the Lowa Boots.

Chinese PLA

hiring Mercs out of Europe now?

- Maybe.
- Um...

the, um... the guy
that attacked me--

he... he had a scar
on his neck like that.

We need to move.

I'll send it over to Ops.
Let's go.

The shooter's car didn't
have plates, but...

Callen sent this in.

Doesn't look like
Chinese PLA to me.

I'll run him
through Facial Rec.

What a good idea.

Cover. Move it.

That SUV--

it's the second
time I've seen it.

He can't see us.

They're tracking us.

You have a phone?

No. It's at home.

Do you remember the whole
crazy assassin thing? Oh.

Oh, okay, that is happening.
What?

You said you fought
the guy at your house.

He could have put
a tracking device on you.

O... kay.
No.

It was just getting fun.

It's got to be our phones.

They're using Stingrays.

They could have pinged
our phones during the ambush.

Let's send them on their way.

Sam?

What?

G, give me
your phone.

Phones and a plastic bag?
What...?

What are... what is
phones and a plastic bag?

That makes a bomb?

Stay back.

Phone bomb.

Oh, nice.

On its way to San Pedro.

That worked.

That-that actually worked.

He's leaving.

Don't sound
so surprised.

Okay, so,
what do we do now?

Do we flag down the police,
or steal a car?

No, no. We do that, we show
up on the police scanner,

and they'll
be listening.

We'd be leading
them right to us.

Look, we're dark now, okay?

We can't call our team,
but we also can't be traced.

On foot and anonymous
is the safest way.

We're gonna get you out
of this, Lily.

That-that seems very vague.
"Get-get me out of this."

That could mean a lot

of different things.
I need you to trust us.

G?

Let's move.

Any luck, Mr. Beale?

Callen and Sam

ditched their phones
in the city drainage system,

but after that, it's like
they just disappeared.

That's good.
That's what they do.

Got a hit from
Interpol on the picture Callen sent.

All right, Malik Terzik.

He's a Bosnian national

with suspected ties
to an Eastern European

paramilitary group
called Roda.

Bosnian Merc.

How's a guy like this connected

to Senator Lockhart
and his daughter?

That's what
you need to find out.

Where's Nell when you need her?

Not that I...
need... Nell.

You know, it'd just
be nice to have her...

No.

Never mind.
Nell's out in the field

'cause Kensi's on a
super-important mission.

I get it.

Kensi is on an important
mission, right?

When were you going to tell me?

Tell you what?

About the shooter I'm replacing.

I wasn't.
Why?

It's not relevant
to your mission.

It's not relevant
to my mission?

I'm here because the guy
before me was decapitated.

Sabatino told me what happened.

So now you know.

But why weren't
you going to tell me?

You think
I couldn't handle it?

Or you think
I'd get spooked? What?

I figured you knew
this is a war zone, Blye,

and I assumed as such,
you realized

our enemies weren't going
to treat us

to afternoon tea
if we got captured.

So, yeah, your predecessor
got his head chopped off.

But I would hope
you wouldn't need

to be told that in order

to avoid having
the same thing happen to you.

Now, we've got
intel to gather.

Let's go.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm peachy.
You coming with us?

No. I just got back.

Besides, I work alone.

Nothing personal.

Right.

Maybe we could do something
together when you get back.

Like what?

I don't know, but I'm sure
we can think of something.

Ooh.

Maybe we can rent a camel
and go clubbing.

Yeah, okay.

I used to drive by those
and think, "Big trash can."

Now I think,
"warm cocoon of safety."

Two rounds.

I'm dry.
Wait--

we only have two bullets left?

I got two bullets.
You got your fists.

Oh, my God, two bullets,
two bullets, two bullets.

Hey, look, saying it over
and over again's

not gonna make it
three bullets, okay?

Why are you smiling?

Don't smile. There's nothing
to smile about.

We are not having fun.

We are barely surviving.

You can't barely survive--

either you do or you don't.

And we're still here, all right?

We only have two bullets left.

I might be able to fix that.

So this is the last place
Eric pinged their phones.

There's got to be
something here.

Sam and Callen are
being hunted down like wild boar,

and we can't even find 'em.

I kind of feel bad
for the guys hunting them.

Oh, I got it.
What's that?

They went that way.

And how do you know?
'Cause they got

to match the
baseline behind us.

There's a bunch of
bankers in suits.

They might as well
be wearing neon signs.

But his way, jeans and
Henleys all day long, baby.

The "baseline," huh?

Last spring, Kensi used
her vacation days

to go to this urban
tracking class.

Couldn't stop
talking about baseline.

Evidently, it's a big part
of urban tracking.

Hmm. Go, Kens.

Honestly, who does that
for fun, you know what I mean?

If you give me a week's vacation,
I'm going to the beach.

I don't care if it's the left coast
or the right coast or Hawaii,

but there's gotta be sand,
there's gotta be surf,

and there's definitely gotta
be ladies in bikinis.

I know where they're going.

Yeah, but the beach is too far.
Okay, maybe

I don't know exactly where
they're going,

but I know what they need.

Are you playing Password?

Between the attack
on the Mercedes

and the fight
in the warehouse,

Callen and Sam
are probably out of ammo.

So, you think
they're at Walmart?

I heard a rumor that the Agency
sets up caches in major cities

for food, supplies, ammo...

You heard a rumor about
a super-secret CIA cache?

Okay, so I didn't hear a rumor;
maybe I read something

I wasn't supposed to.
Okay.

Either way,
if they're out of ammo,

Callen would know where
these caches are.

Okay, so where are they?

That's the part
that was redacted.

Does Hetty know?

Mm, not likely.
The system I read about

is strictly need-
to-know for field agents.

So what do you think?

Uh, follow
the baseline?

Baseline.
Yeah.

Ms. Lange,
I've been making some calls,

but I don't know what to do.

Senator, I don't have a daughter
and I can't imagine

what you're going through.

I will not disrespect you

by pretending
that I do.

But I do want
to say that

Lily could not be under
the watch

of two more qualified
or driven men

than Agents Callen
and Hanna.

They will bring
Lily home.

Thank you, Henrietta.

Of course.

This is Malik Terzik.

He's a Bosnian mercenary.

This is one of the men
after Lily?

Yes, he was. He's dead now.

I don't know him.

Well, we're investigating
his finances to see

if the Chinese could
have hired him.

I did a lot of work in Bosnia.

Yes, I-I know you did.

We're-We're looking
into that as well.

The way you speak of
Agents Callen and Hanna, the...

respect-- people used to
speak about my unit that way.

Yes, they did.

And now, when it matters most,
with Lily out there and scared,

I gotta sit here
on the sidelines.

You know what they say
about aging, Senator.

It ain't for bitches.

There's the cache.

That electrical thing?

Yep.

Hidden in plain sight.

Okay, how do we get those guys
out of there,

so we can get to the bullets?

You're up, Sam.

I can't do everything around here.
Everything?

What planet do you live on?

Planet Reality, brother.

Come on in, the water's warm.

Okay, guys...
I can't even tell you

how many the times
I've covered your...

Covered for me?!
Oh, now you're covering for me?

Guys...

what is the plan?

Boss ride-along.

Fine.
What?

Wait here.

This how you run
your territory?

Definitely not, sir.

Can I help you guys?

I hope so.

Who are you?

I'm District
Manager Stevens...

District what?

Newly appointed
district manager.

Just let me talk
to my guy, please.

Okay?

Look,

I'm gonna be buying you
a beer and probably a pitcher.

Strike that.
I'm gonna be buying

all you guys pitchers.

Oh, all right.
So what's going on?

I was supposed to move you

to a water main situation
on Figueroa, and I didn't.

It's my bad,
but here's the deal.

Today's my first day,

and the boss decided
to ride along.

Ah.

I'm hurting here.

We got your back.

All right, let's move!

Gotta be down on
Figueroa ten minutes ago.

Thank you.

I ever tell you I love spies?

Let's roll.

No, thanks.

You gotta hydrate.

A one-time-use plastic?
Are you crazy?

Haven't you ever heard
of the North Pacific Gyre?

Nope.

You're gonna now.

It's a bunch of plastic
twice the size

of Texas floating in the middle
of the ocean-- it's gross.

All right, no plastic.
How about food?

Unidentifiable man-made sludge?
No, thanks.

So you'd rather starve?

I eat correctly.
I can go days without food.

You buying this?

Macronutrients, G.
Look it up.

Deeks, it's Sam.

We're back online.
We're gonna need your help.

I'm sorry. Why are we going
back towards the bad guys?

Look, they lost us.

They'll be doing a spiral search
away from the warehouse.

If we're gonna end this,

we got to find out who
these guys are.

Deeks, tell Eric
to lock on this sat phone.

Lily, they've been hunting us
long enough.

Now it's our turn.

You good?

Let's get these guys.

Right.

Federal agents! Drop it!

Drop it!

Turn around.

Put your hands
on your head.

Thanks for the help, guys.
Good to see you.

Christmas tree.

Fa-la-la.

Grinch.

Huh, the elves
have been busy.

You see that Christmas tree?

Yeah, we did.
Nice work, Sabatino.

Now everybody's reminded
of how homesick they are.

Oh, my God!
That smells delicious!

And just in time for dinner.

Wait-- did you make this?

Not just a pretty face.

Oh, and we got mail, too.

I left it on your racks.

Awesome.
I'm gonna go wash up.

It's not turkey, is it?

Bearded Vulture.

But it tastes
just like turkey.

I'm gonna take your word for it.

Thank you.

What do you have, Sam?

This guy's not talking.

He's probably afraid
of Ludomir Susic, the head of Roda.

Susic's run Roda for years,

but he's never surfaced
in America till now.

Facial rec caught him
going through LAX.

Well, whatever he's here for
is worth the risk to him.

Uh, the guy you picked up

may not be talking,
but his phone is.

He's only called or
received calls from one number.

It's a prepaid.

Susic's phone.

You got a location
on that prepaid?

Triangulating now.

Capitol Police just called.
The Senator ditched

his security detail.
He's in the wind.

He didn't run until after
he knew Lily was safe.

Uh, guys, I just got
an alert from the IRS.

Senator Lockhart received
a wire transfer

to a bank in Singapore
yesterday: $200,000.

We could be looking
at this wrong.

What if the senator and Susic
are working together?

If they are, why go after Lily?

If the senator
and Susic had deal

and the senator got cold feet
after he was already paid,

Susic's not gonna be happy.

He'd want to motivate
the Senator

to complete the deal.
Going after Lily does that.

Guys...

I think I know where
the senator's going.

Susic's phone's
at Pershing Square.

Go.

Deeks, you got eyes on Susic?

Negative.

I got the senator,
but no Susic.

Wait a minute.

I got someone
approaching.

Deeks, is that Susic,
headed over to the senator?

Can't confirm.

Moving closer for
a visual confirmation.

Susic's not coming here
without a spotter.

Keep your eyes open.

That's Susic.

Sound coming in.

...your daughter survived.

She might be safe today,

but she won't be given
24-hour protection.

I can touch her in...
two weeks, two months,

two years,
whenever I want.

That's why I'm going
to kill you.

I expected nothing less
from you when I called.

But you won't kill me
in a crowded plaza.

You don't know me.

But it will look like

we did know each other.

After you pull your gun

and my men kill you,

the U.S. will find an account
with your name on it.

An account that I funded.

You will be branded a traitor

and I will still
kill your daughter.

Susic's got men here.

We gotta get eyes on them
before we move in.

Why are you doing this?

What do you want from me?

Do you remember Grbavica?

In 1994,

the unit you commanded

murdered a man
they called VUK...

a great man.

A great man?

He was a warlord.

He killed innocent
people in his own...

He was my father.

Got eyes on the spotter.

Gray jean jacket.

He's been watching the senator.

I think he's got a gun.

There's at least one more.

This is about revenge.

Take Susic, I'll find
the other spotter.

Deeks, you've got the Senator.

Nell, take out the spotter.

Yep.

You move, I shoot.

Senator! Move! Move!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Everybody down! Down!

Aah!

Sit-rep?

I'm good!

Senator's secure.

Shooter down and detained.

We're good, thanks.

Dad.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Someone else wanted to see you.

Bubba!

Oh, hi, baby.

What a love. Hi.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for watching over Lily today.

You went above and beyond.
You're welcome.

Well, from the stories I've
heard, you'd have done the same.

I owe you gentlemen a debt.

It will be repaid.

I think we've earned ourselves
a cold beer, partner.

Or six.

Hey.

What about me?

You've earned
yourself a job

cooking us a slow food dinner.

Yes.

That I can do.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

That's the boy.
That's the boy.

Good boy.
Yeah.

That doesn't smell right.

Move it.

Mmm, it smells like a hobo.

Get out of there.

Mmm, wow.

That is a lot of brandy.

I don't think you can
even technically

call it eggnog,
at this point.

Pull up your skirt and drink.

Wow. Well-played.

Now, look,

I know it's gonna
take me a while

and I'll probably never
get to Kensi's level, but...

Not without
a booster seat.

Wow.
No, I'm kidding.

You... you did great today.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You did.
Thank you.

Cheers to that.

Cheers.

Thanks.

Mmm. Okay.

Mr. Callen...

Keeping Nell
out in the field?

Nell has a job up in Ops.

You remember?

Mm-hmm.

You wouldn't be
grooming her

for any specific job,
would you?

Whose job would that be?

How is that?

Ooh.
It's gonna change your life.

- Here you go.
- It's that good.

All right,
a little eggnog...

I gotta tell you,

the proportion of eggnog
to brandy in this--

perfect.

Most people, they water it
down too much.

Yeah?
Yeah.

It's perfect,
it's delicious.

Thanks.

I was just saying the same thing
to her about how good it was.

A strong batch, Nell.

Guys...

to Kensi.

To Kensi.

Kensi.
Kensi. - Kensi.

Kensi.

Christmas cake.

Hetty, you are
a terrible re-gifter.

Of course.

I see you got my present.

I certainly did.
Thank you.

This is a secure line.

No one else has this number

or the one you're calling.

Do not let this phone
out of your sight.

It's your only true lifeline.

I won'

How are you doing?

Fine.

Bone china is fine.

You are not bone china.

I'm doing very well.

Uh-huh.

What's your assessment
of the task force?

They're okay.

I think the mountain air

must have limited
your vocabulary.

They seem competent...

but withdrawn.

They're not
the friendliest bunch.

Anyone in particular
stand out to you?

How so?

An outlier?

Someone who...

doesn't seem to get along
with the others?

Um, someone who could,
perchance, be a traitor.

You think there's a leak?

Well, I think the insurgents

are doing an uncanny job
of avoiding

our best efforts
at tracking them.

What do you want me to do?

Smoke them out.

Give them each a variation

of some disinformation,

in confidence.

See who bites first.

And if they do?

Make it stop.

And be careful.

Always.

Oh...

there's another number

stored on your phone.

It, too, is a secure line.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, thanks, Hetty. Who...

♪ And a real famous cat
all dressed up in red ♪

♪ And he spends the whole year

♪ Working out on his sled

♪ It's the little Saint Nick ♪

♪ Little Saint Nick...
Mr. Deeks.

Huh? Ooh...

Sorry, was that too...

awesome?
'Cause I can...

I can turn it down a notch.

Check your desk drawer.

I left you a little present.

Oh.

Thank you, Hetty.

And, uh...

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Deeks.

♪ It's the little Saint Nick ♪

♪ Little Saint Nick

Happy birthday, Merry Christmas.

Or it's a bomb.

That's ringing a lot like a...

phone-- a sat phone.

Hah!

Go for Santa.

Deeks?

Ken-Kensi?

Hey, hi... um, how did you...

how did you get...
It doesn't matter.

How... my God, how are you?

Um...

Y... I'm...
Yeah. I'm good.

How are you?

Um... I'm, I'm good, you know.

I'm-I'm-I'm strong
to moderately...

I'm moderately strong.

I'm good.

I miss you guys.

Yeah, no, me and, um...
and the guys,

we miss you, too.

Partner.

And Monty misses you.

It's kind of awkward,
he just mopes around the house

listening to Tori Amos all day.

You got any plans?

Yeah, no, we got big plans.

Big plans
for the holidays, uh...

Monty made a-a pot roast

in the Crock-Pot,

so we're gonna...

we're gonna eat that
and hang out.

What about you?
Do you have any plans?

Oh, you know...

me and the guys,
we're going clubbing tonight.

That's good,
'cause I hear good things

about the discotheque
in Hindu Kush.

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