NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 14 - War Cries - full transcript

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Take up the whole bench.

Ugh.

Hey, stop!

Stop!

Hey! LAPD!

What the hell?

♪ NCIS: LA 5x14 ♪
War Cries
Original Air Date on February 4, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

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Well?



It's last minute.

No, it's not.
It's tonight.

That's hours from now.

I got stuff to do.

Like what?

Just, you know, stuff.

Please.
You're gonna leave here,

you're gonna go get
some takeout, probably Indian,

you're gonna go home,

you're gonna open a beer,

you're gonna turn on
the History Channel,

and you're gonna play chess
against the computer.

Oh, you are
so off base.

Oh, yeah?



I'm having Greek food.

No, you're not.

You're coming out
to dinner with us.

Why can't I just
come to your house?

No, we're going out.

It's important
to Michelle and me.

All right?

We have something
we want to talk to you about.

What?

I'll tell you tonight.

You can stare at me
all you want.

I'm not telling you
unless you show up.

You're not gonna ask me

to be your kids'
guardian again, are you?

I told you, that's
not a good idea.

LAPD just called with
a double homicide.

You have to see this.

Why? Who are the victims?

Richard Davis and James Miller.

Both former military
and both formerly employed by...

Any guesses?

Cirque du Soleil.
No, Applebees.

You been there?
Triple Treat Sampler?

Place is delicious.

Entertainment industry
or service industry?

What? At least I'm trying.

How about our friends at D7?

The private contracting firm

linked to the plane crash
in Burbank

that killed former Vice
Admiral William Gardner

and reporter
Jason Carter.

That would have
been my next guess.

Uh, Carter was ghostwriting
the admiral's memoir,

which may have included
references to war crimes

committed by D7 contractors
in Afghanistan.

Is this related?
Don't know.

There were no witnesses.

And I've been checking
traffic cam footage;

found nothing
of interest so far.

What's D7 saying?

Not much.

They shut down six weeks ago,

probably due to
our ongoing investigation.

Yeah, but that investigation
has stalled.

Until now.

Shotgun!

I am not riding
in the backseat.

I'll put him in the trunk.

Granger?

Hey.

"Assistant Director"
will suffice.

Sorry. When did you get here?

About 20 minutes ago.

No, I mean, like, when did you
get back from Afghanistan?

About 20 minutes ago.

Um...

Wait... so does
that mean that the...

the mission is over?

No.

And she's not here, if you're
asking about your partner.

What, so you just...
you just left her there?

She's a big girl;
she can take care of herself.

Um...

Okay, uh, I have
vacation time coming to me,

and the guys
have this placed dialed in,

so I was wondering--
if you wanted me to--

I could... I could go
over there, I could help out.

Deeks, nothing personal,
but you in Afghanistan

sounds like a National Lampoon
Vacation movie.

Right.

But listen...

she's doing good over there.

Okay?

Yeah.

Thanks, Granger.

Looking for something?

Geez. Yeah.

You know how to turn up
the thermostat?

It's freezing in here.

Oh, thermostat's fine.

Uh, one of
the camp generators stopped.

Marines are working on it.

Where have you been?

Just checking out the generator.

With your weapon?

Don't leave home without it.

All right, I'll see
you in the morning.

Oh, uh...

If you do get cold,
I got a... heating blanket.

I'm okay.

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

Okay.

Come on.

Hmm.

Definitely wasn't
a professional hit.

They left brass
everywhere.

Hmm.

It was a pretty bloody
back and forth struggle.

Car was found
parked down the street,

so they must have
walked over here.

Another vehicle was here.

Got its windshield smashed.

Maybe they came
to meet somebody,

things go sideways?

Hmm.

Both bodies were found
over here.

So one guy gets hit,

his buddy comes to help,
he gets popped too.

What do you think?

I think Cinderella was
in the wrong part of town.

Aw, no way,
forget it.

What the...?

Thanks a lot, fellas.

Hey, Boys Town is that way.

Take it easy.

Whoa.
You got a minute?

Hope you can
do better than that.

Just want to talk.

The older ones always do.

Were you working last night?

Day shift only;
I got a kid in school.

Double homicide
about 20 yards from here.

Another reason
I prefer the lunch crowd.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Just talking.

I'm afraid my friend here

doesn't have time to talk.

Oh. You're her friend?

And her agent.

Oh.

He's an agent.

That's funny, so are we. See?

Special agent.

Wow.

I give ten percent discount
to all law enforcement.

15 if you share the same girl.

How old are you?

She doesn't
speak English.

She's just visiting.

You do realize prostitution
and solicitation's

illegal in this
country, right?

Of course.

I also do know that she
doesn't have to talk to you

if she doesn't want to.

I majored in law.

Minored in stupid.

Break's over. Let's go.

Yeah. Break's over.

Piece of garbage.

I'd say you girls
need a new agent.

Elise.

I think I found your Cinderella.

Elise Elena Jaeger,

30 years old.
She was arrested twice

for prostitution--
got off once claiming entrapment

and once
for insufficient evidence.

Last known residence
is in Mar Vista.

And last

legitimate job seems to be
a clothing store

on Hollywood Boulevard.
All right,

have Deeks pick her up
and meet us at the boatshed.

We need to make
a quick side trip.

Where to?

Protective Services.

Did you, uh...
did you need something?

Maybe.

I want to,
but I don't think I should.

Should what?

Involve you.

Are you in trouble?

No.

Then what is it?

Okay. All right.

Look at me.

Take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

Let it out slowly.

Feel your muscles relaxing.

Just think about butterflies
fluttering around you.

What?

Butterflies. They're fluttery
and they're calming.

Okay, that's nice, but...

I think Kensi's
in serious trouble.

What's going on?

She asked me to look
into CIA Officer Sabatino--

his bank records, why he was
pulled off the Siderov case.

That's not good.
No.

It gets worse.

The guy he went over
to Afghanistan with

got his head cut off.

That's really not good.

I think Kensi suspects Sabatino.

Nice look.

You like it?

Taliban chic.

Well, most guys
couldn't pull it off.

I'm not sure you
do either, but...

Where you
guys heading?

Hunting bad guys.

Want some company?

I don't think so.

I'm a good tracker.
Yeah?

Yeah.

I appreciate
the offer,

but like I said, I work alone.

What about this guy?

This guy?
He's just dropping me off.

Right, Hung?
Yes, sir.

All right. Suit yourself.

Maybe next time.

Make sure he doesn't
get lost, Corporal.

Yes, ma'am.

Let's roll.

Ooh.

Seriously, they haven't fixed
that generator yet?

Not completely.

It's either heat or
power for the equipment.

Maybe I should light a bonfire
in the sink.

I would not recommend that.

Seriously?

You were kidding.

Yeah. It's called humor.

You should
try it sometime.

Too cold to be funny.

See? Now, that was funny.
How did that feel?

I can't feel anything.

Okay. You know what?

I'm gonna ask Harris
to pull some strings.

Oh, too late. She's gone.

Uh, Granger called her back
to Washington.

Why?

Above my pay grade.

Well, who's in charge
of the team now?

Looks like it's Sabatino
until they send a replacement.

I know.

I know it sucks.
The guy's a tool.

Booker, did you know Sanders,
the CIA SOG guy I'm replacing?

Um, yeah, the sniper?
Yeah.

Nah. No, he and Sabatino
kept to themselves.

Were they friends?

Hard to tell.

You know spooks--
everything's top secret.

Elise Jaeger?

Yes?

Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD.
You got a minute?

Um, not really.
What is this about?

Uh, it's about
two bodies

we found in Hollywood
last night and a shoe

with your fingerprints
at the crime scene.

Look, I really need this job.

I am clean and sober
three months, but my boss...

Elise, is there
a problem?

No problem.

Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD.

Elise here,

um...

has been helping us
close in

on a counterfeiting ring
that has been

targeting local businesses.

What?

I'm so sorry
for the confusion,

but she was under strict orders
not to mention it to anybody,

but I can assure you
that she's saved your store

over several hundred dollars
in the last couple weeks.

Really?

We're getting very close

to busting these guys,
but I do need

a huge favor from you.
If we could borrow her

for a couple hours--
we got to take her downtown,

show her some mug shots,
if that's okay.

Yeah, sure.
Absolutely.

Thank you so much.
Thank you.

You ready?
Yeah. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Sam, you got a name?

Yeah.

It's Kiril Melnyk.

Have LAPD pick him up,

ask them to sit on him
for a couple of days.

Give his girls a chance
to relocate.

You got it.

Out.

Piece of work.
Think she'll be okay?

She's better off than
she was an hour ago.

I'll have somebody from
the local Ukrainian community

reach out to her.

I can check in
on her after work.

Or tomorrow.

Since you have
our dinner tonight.

Oh, and we a suit and
tie; it's a nice place.

What?

Yeah.

This is L.A.

Funeral directors
don't even wear ties.

Seriously,
do you even know anyone

that owns a tie these da

Honestly.

Adults?

Let's go.

Let's go.

You can barely get a tie

around that telephone pole
you call a neck.

I happen to know Hetty has
those ties custom-made for you.

Probably by some...
circus folk.

This coming from a guy
who thinks black jeans

are formal wear.

I can clean up
when the occasion calls for .

Okay, well, tonight the
occasion is calling.

God.

You know what?
Forget it.

Dialing.

What are you doing?

Calling Michelle.

What, are you gonna tell her
I don't want to wear the suit?

She would want to know.

Okay, okay.

I'll wear the suit.

Thank you.

Can't believe you were gonna use
Michelle to try and threaten me.

Can't believe you caved.

For the record,

I, unlike you, am not afraid
of your wife.

Yeah, yeah.

You're not that stupid.

Suit.

Man.

What'd you find?

Nothing.

Sabatino appears to be clean.

That's good, right?

I still think
I should tell someone.

Well, you did;
you told me.

And no one knows you told me,

so if something happens
to you and Kensi,

I know.

Wait, what's gonna happen
to me and Kensi?

I don't know.
But just in case,

I should probably create
a file with a dead man's switch.

That way, if something
happens to you

and something happens to Kensi
and something happens to me,

it will automatically go out
to the rest of the team.

Wait, what are you
talking about?

Okay, if someone goes undercover
and it's so secret and dangerous

that only their boss knows,
but then their boss gets killed

or their boss is actually
one of the bad guys,

and now you're in double danger
because no one knows the truth.

That wouldn't happen
with my plan.

Cool. Now you've
officially freaked me out,

and I'm going
to tell Hetty.

I'm still gonna create
a dead man's switch.

Hey, wait up.

Granger.

Those two meerkats

you got working in OPS
are getting stranger.

It takes a...

a special type of personality
to do what they do.

Yeah, well,
they're special, all right.

I think they need a window.

Or at least an exercise wheel.

Owen...

relax.

I just brewed a fresh pot
of Makaibari

Silver Tips.

I... It's all good.

Never really understood
the appeal of hot, dirty water.

It takes an evolved palate.

That's what they say
about head cheese.

You seem
extraordinarily irritable,

even for you.

Thanks for noticing.

You care to share?

Yeah, it's about Blye.

What about her?

I'm starting
to wonder

why you insisted on sending her.

You needed someone
you could trust.

And that's it?

Could anything be more important
than that?

I need to know about the
guy that you were with.

Is he a regular?

No, I told you it was a one-off.

I never saw him before.

What was his name?

David.

Did you get a last name?

What about a car?

Oh, it was a silver SUV--
a Lexus, I think.

Okay, so walk me through it.

Silver Lexus-- he picks you up,
takes you to the alley.

What happens?

Um...

Well, he started
touching my face,

said how much he liked my eyes.

Then, suddenly,
the window smashes,

and before I can know
what's happening,

I'm being dragged out
by my hair.

Did they say anything?

They told me to get lost
and took off.

I didn't even look back.

They say anything to David?
To each other?

Say each other's names?

Not that I heard.

I thought they were
gonna kill me.

I kept waiting for them

to shoot me in the back.

They didn't.
You're safe.

You're okay.

I'm gonna grab
you some coffee.

She seems legit.

Yeah.

I got to be honest.

I think she's
telling the truth.

I agree.

Anything you
want to ask her?

Did you find it?

Silver Lexus SUV
on Sierra Bonita

around the time of the murders,
registered to a Robert Brown.

Guess where he used to work.

I mean, my first instinct
is SeaWorld,

but I'll go with D7.

You are correct, sir.

Address is already on your GPS.

We're out of here.

I'll see if she can
give a positive I.D.

Clear.

Clear.

Bedroom suggests our guy bugged
out with some firepower.

Well, either he got out
of here in a hurry,

or someone else came
through looking for him.

Or clues to where
he may have gone.

Check it out.

It's Brown acting
all buddy-buddy

with the two dead guys
from the alley.

So why are they trying
to kill him?

It's Sunshine.

Kitty litter.

I suggest you shop for your cats
on your own time, Jones.

I don't own any cats.

We were just chasing down a lead
on a suspect who has a cat...

Had a cat. We actually don't
know what happened to the cat.

It's a missing cat.

Catnapped, kidnapped.

What do you know about Blye?

Blye. He was mutinied by
his crew for being a martinet?

But managed to travel
over 4,000 miles

in a small
launch to Timor.

Not Captain Blye, you idiots.

Agent Blye.

Oh. She's on
a classified assignment.

And we're not classified.

So you're not in touch with her?

don't think
we're allowed to be, are we?

I don't know. Are... are we?

You going to check that?

It's probably
just my mom.

On a secure work device?

Nah.

Ah, Callen and
Sam are back.

I...

I like your facial hair.

Makes you look like a pirate.

Robert Brown-- former
Army Intelligence.

He worked for D7
at the same time

as Richard Davis
and James Miller,

the two men who were
found dead in the alley.

They know each other
from the Army?

Not as far as I can tell.

I think they met
after they started working

as private contractors.

Okay, well, we
know D7 provides

logistic, courier
and security services worldwide

using former military
and law enforcement personnel.

We also know
they were probably the ones

that killed
Vice Admiral Gardner.

Possibly to keep him quiet

about their employees'
war crimes in Afghanistan.

They shut down because
of our investigation?

Well, officially, it was due
to internal restructuring,

which led them to the decision

to terminate
their government contracts.

Contracts worth, what,
about a billion dollars?

I don't buy it.

Listen, even if these guys
weren't working for D7

when they were killed,
it could still be tied

into something
that happened when they were.

Yeah, probably,
but here's the real kicker.

Two and a half weeks
after D7 shut its doors,

both Richard Davis
and James Miller were employed

by a new company--
Durendell Securities.

Let me guess.
New name, same company.

Winner winner, chicken dinner.

Hmm.

Sam's instincts
were right.

Somebody had to have picked up
those government contracts.

So I looked into it.

D7 basically
shut its doors

and reemerged as a new
out-of-state entity.

Did you contact
Durendell Securities?

No, not yet, because
I didn't want

to tip them off that
we were onto them.

But Eric is currently
searching for a way

into their system
as we speak.

And what about our, uh,
missing man here, Robert Brown?

Does he work for
Durendell Securities, too?

No.

Or could be, he saw something
over there he didn't like.

Maybe the same thing they didn't
want the admiral talking about,

which explains why
they tried to kill him.

We need to find this guy
before they do.

Kaleidoscope just got a hit
on Robert Brown's silver Lexus.

Unfortunately, it's in the
parking lot of a bus station.

If he bought that ticket

with cash,
he didn't have to show I.D.

There's no way
to know where he went.

I've been looking through
their surveillance video,

but nothing so far.

If he left last night, he's got
a huge head start on us.

Guy could be on the beach
in Mexico by now.

Well, we should hit
the bus depot,

see if someone recognizes him,
remembers what ticket he bought.

See if you can nail down
when he parked the car.

It'll help narrow the list

of possible buses
he could have been on.

If we're lucky,
he just arrived.

I'll go back
to the house,

see if I can find anything that
gives us a hint where he went.

Keep in touch.
All right.

Hey, Granger?

Assistant Director Granger.
Sorry.

Um, want to get some fresh air?

What'd you have in mind?

Come on, I need some backup
in the field.

Why not?

Great.

All right, listen up, people.

We need everyone
out of here

while we perform a
security test. Now!

Yeah. All right.

Let's move! Let's
move! Let's move!

Your, uh, pet
supply store called.

We're going flying.

Good morning, Sunshine.

Nice to hear
your voice again, Kensi.

So, you should be getting
the drone feed momentarily.

You getting this yet?

Yup. We're online.

All right.

Switching controls over
to you...

...now.

Look, Mom.

I'm flying.

Say hello, Kensi.

There's one thing I am
not gonna miss about L.A.--

traffic.

What do you mean "miss"?

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Somewhere they don't
have cars.

Hmm.

Catalina?

You'd look really cute driving
one of those golf carts.

Chug a little
margarita.

Hey!

Let the cars through!

Hey, hey! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa!

It's Brown.

You got these guys?

Oh, yeah.

Federal agents!

Federal agents!

Brown!

You should have just
let me leave.

I'd be safer
on my own.

You're safe here.

You don't know
these guys.

Why do they
want you dead?

Come on.

Look, some bad stuff went down
in Afghanistan.

These guys are willing to kill
to keep it quiet.

They got the Defense Department
in their back pocket.

They got half the Pentagon
on speed dial.

You guys cannot
protect me from them.

Yes, we can.

In fact,
we already have.

Want to know what happened?

Ask the guys
that were chasing me.

We will.

But one of them's in surgery
and the other one's unconscious.

You're welcome.

There's no way I'm gonna
testify against these guys

unless I'm granted full immunity

and given
a new identity.

I don't want to wind up dead.

Are you in communication
with Blye?

Not really.

What the hell does
"not really" mean?

Either you are or you aren't.

Well, her operation
is classified, sir.

So she hasn't said anything
to you about her mission?

No. Why?

What's going on over there?

All right.

Kensi and I aren't
just partners.

She's my friend,
and I look out for her.

And so I'm asking you,
man-to-man,

is there something
I should know about?

Not really.

Can I help you?

Hands on your head.

Turn around slowly.

Down on your knees.

Come on.

And cross your ankles.

Now you lower
your gun.

Lower it.

And get on
your knees.

Cross your ankles.

Now touch your left ear
with your right hand...

and your right ear
with your left hand.

What?

I thought we were
playing Gun Twister.

Are we not playing
Gun Twister?

You couldn't come out
before he made me

get down on my bad knee?

Not really.

What's up, Eric?

Deeks and Granger just caught
a Durendell Securities employee

breaking into
Robert Brown's house.

All right, tell them to sit
tight, we'll be right there.

And send Nell over to babysit
till we get back, all right?

Got it.

One of these guys
better be a lawyer,

or you're all screwed.

Told him I used to be
a public defender,

but for some reason,
he declined my services.

Hmm. That's funny.

He's pretty feisty for a guy
who could be looking at

jail time for war crimes.

You're gonna have to do
a whole lot better than that.

Actually, we don't.

We have Robert Brown
in protective custody.

Protective custody?
Mm-hmm.

You better have
his ass in a cage.

What's that supposed to mean?

Like I said, I want a lawyer.

Here.

Call your lawyer.

Why are you trying
to kill Brown?

The next one's
going in your head.

He killed three women
in Afghanistan.

We got him out of there
as soon as we found out.

Tried to stop him
before he did the same here.

Guy's a psycho.

Hello.

Hey.

So can I get you anything?

What happened
to the other guys?

Oh, they just had to
go check on something.

So you're the only one here
to protect me?

Yup.

Are you an agent?

Well, technically,
I'm an analyst.

Lucky me.

Everything okay?

Just my mom.

I'm gonna call her back.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Okay.

No!

Nell?

You all right? Nell?

Nell?

Did I get him?

Yeah.

You got him.

Good.

I'll call an ambulance.

Not bad for an analyst.

Are you all right?

Yup.

Ah.

Good girl.

Up you go.

Big stones, Jones.

Robert Brown's stable.

My guess is
he'll make a plea bargain

against D7 to save him
from the death penalty.

It's too bad.

Indeed.

Your people did well.

They always do.

I told you, I'm gonna stop
letting you leave OPS.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, hey.

I know.

Oh.

It's Kensi calling
on her sat phone.

Yeah, this is Nell.

Hey.

Did you find him?

Uh, yeah.

He traveled another
eight and a half kilometers

northeast on foot where he
met up with three other men.

Hard to say.
Ours?

They were all
in local attire.

Could you identify them?

No. I had to keep the drone
pretty high to avoid detection.

Its optics aren't good enough

for facial recognition
at that distance.

I sent you the coordinates
and the footage.

Maybe you can
make something out.

Okay. Thanks.

I also sent you

what I found on Sabatino,
but it's not much so far.

Uh, there's no reason given

for pulling him off
the Siderov case,

and the incident report he filed

on the death of CIA
Officer Sanders is pretty thin.

There was nobody else
out there with them that day,

so Sabatino's account
is the only one on record.

All right, keep digging.

Maybe something will turn up.

You got it.

Everything okay back there?

Yeah. Just another
day at the office.

Mr. Callen?

What's this?

A suit and shirt.

Sam.

Uh-huh.

Uh, shoes and socks
should be outside your locker.

Uh, I'm leaving
undergarments to you.

Please use them.

And, uh, you can
return it all tomorrow morning.

Hetty, what is this all about?

I think it's about trying
to make you presentable.

No, no, no, I mean, what...

Never mind.

Thank you.

Yes, yes.

Go on.

He's not gonna like this.

Well, it's for
his own good.

I'm sorry, this isn't who...

Callen?

Hi, I'm Joelle.

My friends
call me Joe.

Hi.

I just got a text
from Sam and Michelle.

They said they're
having car trouble

and they're running late,
so I, um, ordered a drink.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to be rude.

I just didn't know
until now that they had

invited anyone else.

That makes two of us.

I guess this is me.

Can I get you a drink?

What are you having?

A vodka martini, just
a little bit dirty.

Girl after my own taste.

I will have the same.
Absolutely.

Thanks.

So...
So...

Um, should I call
Sam and Michelle,

in case they need a
ride or something?

Oh, actually, wait.
This is probably them.

Sorry.

Oh.

Don't tell me.

They're not coming.

How'd you know that?

That was a, uh, lucky guess.

I-I guess we can leave.

Yeah.

Uh... although...

I just ordered a drink, and...

I'm actually starving.

Oh.

But...

you're more than welcome to go
if you'd like.

Honestly.

No, no, I'm fine to stay.

I haven't eaten either, so...

So...

Uh...

Thank you.

So how do you know

Sam and Michelle?

Oh, I, uh, taught their daughter
in kindergarten.

Teacher.

Yeah.

Nice.

Um, do you work in the medical
equipment field with Sam?

No.

I'm in... securities.

Oh.
Yeah.

That's interesting.

Well, cheers.

Cheers.

To, uh...
Sam and Michelle.

And Michelle.

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