NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 15 - Tuhon - full transcript
At the consulate of the Republic of Equatorial Guinea in Los Angeles, a man kills the envoy and two security men; Eric identifies the assassin, wearing a distinctive tattoo, as Santos, suspected of several contract executions; the bad guy behind the deaths appears to be Tuhon, with whom G, Sam, and Hetty share a history; Hetty calls in Getz, and she sends G and Sam to Mexico City, where they see old friends (including Tuhon), attend a party, pick up a lead, and take part in a rumble; Deeks and Getz visit the consulate and later nab the killer; Kensi and Sabatino take a ride in Afghanistan, then things turn sour; Santos's physician moves him from a hospital to a private waterfront facility, where Santos talks; G and Sam take Tuhon back to LA and to a safe house, which is unsafe, but it becomes safe again. The team figure it out. Hetty and Tuhon have a good reunion, then he leaves; Getz also leaves. Both Granger and Sabatino insist to Kensi that Sabatino is not the White Ghost.
May I help you?
Yes, sir.
Uh, I need to speak
with Mr. Atugu, please.
What's this about?
The president of your country
is going to be murdered
in 24 hours.
Check him.
(clock ticking)
He specifically
requested you.
Sounds like a hoax.
Who is he?
No I.D., no weapons.
I say we wait,
call Malabo for orders.
In America, I give the orders.
Well, then...
you know something
about an alleged coup d'état?
He, uh...
he says good-bye.
ATUGU:
Pardon me?
Mr. Atugu, there is...
Not now.
Who says good-bye?
Tuhon.
♪
♪ NCIS: LA 5x15 ♪
Tuhon
Original Air Date on February 21, 2014
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪
Hey.
Hey.
(clears throat)
What's up?
You really gonna play it
like this?
Last night, Joelle--
dirty martini, that dress?
Oh, Joelle.
She's world-class, G.
Ah, national level, maybe.
Regional, for sure.
She's an undisputed ten.
Come on.
I didn't say she wasn't hot.
But she's not a ten?
A solid nine.
That magically appeared
into your li
without you making any effort.
So?
So that "no effort" thing
should count
for at least one point.
She's more your type than mine.
So what's wrong with my type?
Nothing. I love your type.
Your taste is great.
Michelle is the best.
Uh, don't think;
just react.
Scale of one to ten. Go.
Eight.
Nine.
Look closely.
Hmm?
Ten.
(laughs) She's a ten.
She's a ten.
She's hot.
Thank you.
All day, it's a ten. All day.
Yeah.
I know.
That's a...
stone-cold fox right there.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(text alert sounds)
Well, that's interesting.
It's Joelle.
Sheâs texting you?
I asked her to rate
last night from a scale
of one to ten.
And?
(loud whistle)
Am I interrupting something?
That was, of course,
a rhetorical question.
Let's go to Ops,
lover boy.
(Deeks, Sam laugh)
Ah...
head shrink on deck.
He must be here for Deeks.
No.
Actually, Hetty
pulled me off
my deployment
for this case.
Where were you deployed?
Well, I could tell you,
but then I'd have to kill you.
Oh, he has been waiting
his whole life to say
that to someone.
NATE: Well, I'd try
to kill you.
Probably unsuccessfully.
In which case,
you'd have to kill me,
and then you'd never know
where Hetty brought me in from.
Which is the whole point.
Why are you here, Nate?
It's better if I just show you.
NELL: This happened at
Equatorial Guinea's consulate
in Los Angeles
this morning.
The three victims:
Leonard Atugu--
he's a diplomatic envoy
to the United States--
and the two security guards.
DEEKS: And get this--
the murder weapon is a T-shirt
and two batteries
from the wall clock.
He didn't mind
the security pat-down
'cause he knows how
to improvise.
And you thought Colonel Mustard
in the study
with a candlestick was a badass.
Play it with the audio, Eric,
from earlier.
Who says good-bye?
Tuhon.
Who's Tuhon?
Anyone can say
a name.
Saying that name
has consequences.
Killer's too good
to get caught
on camera by accident.
What else do we know
about him?
He's still missing.
His name's Michael Santos.
He's a U.S. citizen suspected
of several contract killings
since 2010.
Let's take a closer look,
shall we?
Check out his ink.
A bikking tattoo.
Tribal.
Specific to the Kalinga
headhunters
from the Northern
Philippines.
Yeah, that's not
the kind of ink
you pick up on
Hollywood Bould.
There's one Kalinga headhunter
left in the world.
We know him.
Man named Tuhon.
It was our first case together.
That's why
Hetty brought you in.
She's waiting for you.
CALLEN: The killer's a professional,
but he did everything on camera.
Tuhon wanted to be seen.
He made us
a promise, Hetty.
Said he was retired for good.
No more hits.
No more killing.
No one ever truly knows
a man like this.
People say about Tuhon
that he won't smile at you
until he's figured out
exactly how you're going to die.
He ever smile at you?
(chuckles)
I smiled back.
Tuhon was Hetty's
weapon of choice
for wet-work Ops
during the Cold War.
Which is the CIA's polite way
of saying "assassinations""
Isn't this the place
where we usually get
a photo on the big screen?
Some sort of mug shot
or secret file,
surveillance pic?
Something to give
a human face to this guy?
No one has any
photos of him.
NATE: Tuhon's the type
of patriot
that doesn't make it
into the history books.
His file was
permanently wiped in 2007.
No backups exist.
Wiped by who?
Hetty.
SAM: Tuhon's guys don't
get caught on camera.
CALLEN: Yeah, and they definitely
don't say his name
in a room that's
wired for audio.
Unless he's sending a message.
He's gonna know we're coming.
hon hasn't seen us
for seven years.
We've evolved.
He's evolved, too.
NATE:
In 2007,
mercenaries tried
to overthrow Equatorial Guinea.
The same Equatorial Guinea
that lost
a diplomat this morning.
ERIC: Mm-hmm.
Oil-rich, terrible
human rights record.
Unstable regime.
Tuhon led the coup,
but it failed.
Someone betrayed him
from the inside.
He was too old to run,
no one to trust...
except Hetty.
The first agent
she sent in to rescue him
was killed within 24 hours.
The next two agents Hetty
sent in were strangers...
Callen and Sam.
SAM:
We extracted him
from Equatorial Guinea in '07.
Our intel's had him
in Mexico City ever since.
Yeah, he's retired.
He's managing
some underground bar there.
We'll find him.
If he's innocent, bring him in.
And if he isn't?
Act accordingly.
Hetty is sending Sam and Callen
to Mexico City.
I'm gonna go
to the EG consulate,
talk to whoever's in charge.
Atugu was targeted for a reason.
We got to know why.
The killer's still out here.
♪
The hotel hasn't changed
since we crashed here
seven years ago.
Still the slowest elevator
in Mexico.
Yeah.
We won't have
to stay here too long.
Our old asset's in play.
The same asset from 2007?
Wow.
I remember it took me a week
to figure out what to call you.
(chuckles)
Callen.
G, G. Callen.
G.C. Thought Hetty
was playing a joke on me.
Don't apologize.
Took me a week to stop
calling you "Teddy."
Who
Teddy anyway?
I don't know.
You look like a Teddy.
I look like a Teddy.
Yeah, right, okay.
You remember what
Tuhon used to call you?
"Tyrant with a Trident."
I was "The Tribe of One."
Yeah.
Back then, he was right.
Well, maybe he's innocent.
Maybe it'll be just
like the old days.
(sighs)
Maybe.
(bell dings)
(grunting and groaning)
(bell dings)
Kalinga tattoos.
Tuhon's men.
Just like the good old days.
DEEKS: So, Hetty, Equatorial Guinea's
consulate's on foreign soil.
So if I roll in there
asking questions
about a triple homicide,
they're just gonna
slam the door in my face,
drown us in red tape.
They'll welcome you
with open arms.
NATE:
You are not going
alone, my friend.
Wow.
That is a lot of plaid.
Houndstooth.
It... it's houndstooth.
Mm-hmm.
It's enough
to give me a seizure.
What's your
plan here? Huh?
You gonna blind security
while I sprint past them?
Dr. Nathan Getz,
special assistant
to the undersecretary
of foreign affairs,
State Department.
Yuh-huh.
Why are you looking at me
like you're terrified?
Because I feel like I'm about
to be swallowed by a giant kilt.
HETTY: Oh, drop the fabric
phobia, Mr. Deeks,
and find out why
Atugu was killed.
With Downton Abbey
over here?
You watch it, too.
Come on.
NATE:
So how's Kensi?
Well, she's not lonely.
She's got Granger,
Sabatino, a whole crew.
Well, that
sounds like fun.
Yeah, except for she
doesn't trust any of them.
What are we looking at?
Just a map of the area.
Hmm.
No.
KENSI:
Do you know the region?
SABATINO:
Yeah, I've worked it.
Did you make any contacts or...?
Not really.
What does "not really" mean?
It means any contacts I made
are not really worth
talking about.
Oh.
Know what?
Pack your gear.
Why?
We're going dancing.
(chuckles)
No.
We got a lead on some movement.
Where?
I'll show you when we get there.
You said you were
a good tracker, right?
Yes, I did.
Good.
Let's roll.
CALLEN:
There's no surveillance.
We're clean.
SAM: Sisters really did
well for themselves.
Invested their beauty
pageant winnings wisely.
Martina knows where Tuhon is?
Well, we gotta
work up to that.
Slowly.
If she doesn't
know, Rita will.
Wait a second.
Rita's in here?
It says "Dos Hermanas Salon."
"Two Sisters Salon."
What do you think?
I think Rita's
the crazy sister.
More your type
than mine.
♪
Guess who's back.
(gasps)
Teddy!
SAM: Hola.
Hola.
ÿCómo estás?
Hola...
Señor Carl.
Rita...
I can explain.
Explain what?
Hmm?
You said you were gonna take me
to the Jamaican Riviera
on your yacht with Teddy...
Did I really say there
was a Riviera in Jamaica?
But I guess Señor Carl
has Miss Universes
lined up for days,
since you vanished
on me like that!
Okay, okay. Okay.
But... Señor Carl
came back for you, baby.
For me?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, Rita said she
was gonna murder
your buddy right
here in our salon.
Oh, yeah? You shouldn't
have kept that from me.
Shouldn't have waited
seven years to come back.
Last time I helped
you and Señor Carl,
lots of dead bodies
got left behind.
Lots of danger for me.
I promise you,
when this is over,
we'll go out with Rita,
we'll get the yacht,
just like we
always talked about.
Caught her trying to Google
the Jamaican Riviera
just the other day.
Still don't have the heart
to tell her the truth.
What does Teddy need?
Teddy needs to see Tuhon.
RITA:
Oh!
I told you he'd
come back for me.
How's Teddy?
Scale of one to ten.
We're about
to find out.
Every man in this city
spends his life avoiding Tuhon,
and you want to waltz up
to his front door?
Yeah.
Better be some yacht you got.
Oh, baby,
you're gonna
love this yacht, believe me.
Mm-hmm.
Tell her
about the yacht.
It's unbelievable.
Trust me.
Has the undersecretary
considered
the prime minister's proposal?
P... uh, proposal?
Of course.
Wh...
Why would someone
want Atugu dead?
First, we discuss
the proposal.
In detail.
DEEKS: Detail.
I'm waiting, Dr. Getz.
Well, let's talk
about your country's
military budget from last year.
The $152,998,324
you spent last year
just won't cut it.
A little foreign aid might help.
Maybe even some...
American-made hardware.
It takes a dapper man
to pull off plaid,
Dr. Getz.
It's houndstooth.
Houndstooth.
And first, you answer
the questions about Atugu.
He had enemies,
especially after
the failed coup in 2007.
And why is that?
Some say he worked
with the mercenaries,
until he betrayed them
to our president
at the 11th hour.
It's rumored
that Atugu's reward
was this
diplomatic post.
You think Tuhon
and his merc buddies
are the type to hold a grudge?
Well, the story about
Atugu's big promotion
checks out.
After the coup
fell apart,
he went from errand boy
to diplomat overnight.
Huh.
He sold Tuhon
for a better deal.
Why wait seven
years for revenge?
I don't know.
Okay, so Tuhon escaped,
but not all of his men did.
Most were killed.
One was taken alive...
South African merc Steven Carter.
Huh.
Ex-military turned
private contractor.
Yeah, Black Beach is the
worst prison in Africa.
Well, Carter did not
have it easy.
Torture, dehydration,
bout with cerebral malaria.
before a run-in
with the military
had them flee
the country.
According to this,
he was released six months ago.
So...
where's Carter now?
Time to find out.
Tuhon made that for you.
Oh, a lifetime ago.
You care about him.
You didn't bring me out here
just to be Deeks's partner,
did you?
We're spread a little thin
here at the moment,
with Callen
and Sam in Mexico
and Kensi
in Afghanistan...
No one can be a...
tribe of one.
Not even me.
And you're worried
about how this ends.
It can only end one way.
How we get there
is the question.
What is this?
Well, can't look like tourists
where we're going.
Only the two of us?
Yeah,
just a happy couple
out for a ride, right?
Let me guess,
you gotta pee one more
time before we leave.
No, I'm fine.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Can't go looking like that.
Gotta cover that head.
Happy?
I can see the appeal.
Bite me.
This is it.
You really want
to go in there?
CALLEN:
No security cameras.
No secondary
security perimeter.
You know what
we're gonna do?
We're gonna make this like
a little surprise party.
(laughs)
Huh?
All right?
Señor Carl's always
trying to make it
a party, baby.
That's right, baby.
Surprise reunion.
Like the good old days.
Wow.
Well, I guess
the years
really have
changed you, huh?
They change all of us.
Your weapons.
Okay.
♪
♪
Now it's a party.
Damn!
Let me try again.
Give Mack another chance, right?
I'm ready.
Okay, now,
the minute you
see my hand move,
grab your money.
You're closer,
younger and faster.
Yeah, I know how it works.
Go.
(chuckles)
You really thought
I was gonna kill you?
CALLEN: The thought had
occurred to us.
Heard you guys had
an elevator problem.
Your guys had
the problem.
Told this tribe
to stay clear of you two.
That's the truth.
Then this tribe's
getting weak.
Not weak; just poor.
You know, I retired.
Running this place
doesn't pay like my last trade.
The two guys
you busted up
saw two Feds...
thought they could
get some ransom.
What about the murdered
diplomat in L.A.?
Killer set me up.
Why should we believe you?
Thoughts, words, deeds.
His name is
Michael Santos.
He's crashing at the, uh...
Marquee Motel
in North Hollywood.
Call it in.
(buttons beeping)
(line ringing)
ERIC:
Callen, what's up?
Eric...
I think I got
a lead for us.
NATE: Only a matter of time
before Santos shows.
DEEKS:
Eh, I don't like this.
Oh, right.
You're here in L.A. and Kensi's
all the way in Afghanistan
doing who-knows-what
with who-knows-who.
Why does everyone assume
I'm always thinking about Kensi?
You're fondling her knife.
It's the op I don't like.
You know, acting on a tip
from Tuhon, aka Dah Vader.
Stalking on a psycho who's
capable of killing people
with Fruit of the Loom products.
Well, when you
put it like that...
I mean, everybody's got
to go at some point, right?
I just don't want
my cause of death
to be another man's underwear.
There he is.
Santos, our underwear assassin.
DEEKS:
Let's do it.
Federal agents!
On your knees!
On your knees!
Put your hands
behind your head!
(groans)
You okay?
Yeah.
He's alive,
but he's bleeding out fast.
ERIC: Remember Steven Carter,
our South African merc?
Yeah, Tuhon's old cohort.
Fresh out of Black Beach prison.
Yeah.
Well, he flew from Johannesburg
to LAX a week ago.
One-way ticket.
Could be in town
to settle some old debts.
You think he's working
with Tuhon?
Needs surgery,
but he's gonna live.
When can we
question him?
Not until doctors work on him
and the drugs wear off.
Deeks?
That tattoo's fake.
He's not one of Tuhon's guys.
(indistinct chatter)
All right, thanks, Eric.
Killer's tattoos were fake.
He wanted us to think
he was part of Tuhon's crew.
Which means that everything
that came out of his mouth
at the consulate
was part of the act.
A South African merc
named Steven Carter
was just released
from Black Beach Prison.
He's in L.A.
Ask Santos about Carter.
We can't.
He's in surgery.
TUHON: Carter wanted Equatorial
Guinea's oil money in '07.
Still wants it.
He can't get it without me.
Why you?
Plenty of killers
for hire out there.
Is that all I am?
Someone who can walk
into this bar,
kill every man in it?
Or maybe that's
not me at all.
Maybe I'm someone
who can, uh,
make sure that every man
in this bar's dead
before I ever walk
through the door.
All I see around us
are guys with guns and blades.
Yeah, alive and well.
And a lot of them.
They're all dead.
They're just waiting to tell us
how they want to go.
What do you want, Tuhon?
I want to hang out with Hetty.
Well, that means
working with NCIS.
And taking down
this Carter guy.
CALLEN: Got to
clear your name.
Show us that you kept your
promise to stay retired.
Yeah, I still got
my glass heels.
I can do the dance
one more time.
MACK: I was hoping
that you'd
come to your senses, Tuhon.
It's too bad.
Tribe ain't what it used to be.
Nah.
You guys have been kicking ass
for seven years.
My tribe's never been stronger.
So who are these guys
in the bar?
Just a story
we'll tell someday.
Weapons on the table.
You're on Carter's payroll now?
There's a lot of money
in Equatorial Guinea.
We were hoping
that you'd wake up,
get back in the game.
Carter said to be patient,
give you a chance.
Unless you sided with the Feds.
(chuckles)
Look at you.
Looking at my maniwat.
Like it's already yours.
(grunting)
(screaming)
(shouting and grunting)
(gunshots)
(groans)
Guess Mack gets the trick now.
It's a hell of a story so far.
Can't wait to see how it ends.
So...
where do we stand?
Callen, Sam and Tuhon
made it out of Mexico.
They
landed in L.A. an hour ago.
And they're on the move.
NELL: Unfortunately, an
anonymous source
called the FBI and told
them Tuhon was here.
The FBI then informed
the White House,
who then informed the president
of Equatorial Guinea.
And we've been ordered
to hand him over immediately?
Yes. It's the FBI's case now.
You're not gonna hand
Tuhon over, are you?
Not even close, Mr. Beale.
How's Santos doing?
Uh, he's stable.
His doctor's moving him
to a private facility.
What the hell is this?
You've heard of
Obamacare?
This is "We Don't Care""
Seriously, this is a palace
of post-op infection.
I suggest you start talking.
Cut me a deal.
What are you offering?
Steven Carter.
NATE:
And the fake tattoos?
Saying Tuhon's name on camera?
Leverage.
If you went after Tuhon,
he'd have no choice
but to come out of retirement
for Carter
and go back to being an outlaw.
He's telling the truth.
Yeah, but is that
the whole truth?
So, we got a plan?
Right now, we wait.
Hetty's contact is en route
with keys to a safe house.
It's a favor from a Russian
mobster who owes her one.
FBI knows you're in town.
Figure Carter does, too.
We need to dump
our phones and go low-viz.
CALLEN: Hetty will meet us
at the safe house.
All comms go dark.
Starting now.
How safe is the safe house?
It's the only one we've got.
Dump your phone, Tuhon.
Starting to sound
like you're running things.
It's gonna take some
getting used to.
It's not what I remember.
CALLEN:
Oh, yeah?
What do you remember?
Fear.
Two strangers
who were afraid
to trust their training.
Afraid to trust each other.
What do you see now?
Ask me in another seven years.
We trust each other.
And I suggest
you do the same
because right about now...
we're the only friends you got.
A man with no friends
doesn't have to worry
about them turning into enemies.
Why are we stopping?
Because this is the place.
What place?
The place where we settle this.
Who are you working for?
I'm NCIS.
Hmm.
So, you're telling me Granger
asked you to spy on me?
What are you talking about?
Don't play me, Blye.
I'm not. I...
Okay, you know what?
You have been in country
way too long.
It messes with your head.
You're losing perspective.
So, what are you trying
to do now, handle me?
Save your breath.
No, I'm just saying...
Shut up!
What the hell are you
trying to do, huh?
What are you up to?
You're poking
around my bank accounts.
You sent a drone to follow me.
What? You think you're the
only one with connections?
I thought we were
on the same team, Blye.
So did I.
Wouldn't know it
by the way you've been
sneaking around behind my back.
Why are you here?!
I told you--
I was brought in as a shooter.
Oh, come on,
even you can't believe that.
There are a million guys
more qualified than you.
Why did you have Harris
taken off the assignment?
I didn't.
What happened to Sanders?
I already told you.
He got his head cut off.
Yeah, that part I know.
What I don't know is where you
were while that was happening.
Okay.
This is crazy.
Here.
Go back to base camp.
What are you gonna do?
My job.
As CIA Officer Sabatino?
Or as the White Ghost?
You think I'm the Ghost?
Are you?
Are you insane?
I've been hunting him for weeks.
And yet nobody has seen him,
and somehow Sanders gets
his head cut off
while you two are together!
What the hell are you doing?!
You leave now, you can make it
back to base camp
before this thing dies.
Don't try to follow me.
I mean it.
Sabatino.
(stammers)
Sabatino!
TUHON: What if Hetty doesn't
show up at the safe house?
She'll be there.
You can count on that.
What if she never
shows up again?
One day, it could happen.
Nobody lives forever.
Hetty's not going anywhere.
Who leads the tribe
when she does?
Is it gonna be you, Callen?
How about you, Sam?
Haven't planned on it, huh?
It scares you.
I thought she
trained you two
better than that.
It's your fire.
Enough with the mind games.
Hmm?
You're in a dark room.
Everyone you love is in there.
All your family,
all your friends.
A flame comes
out of nowhere.
It's hot.
Gets hotter.
Your heart starts bobbling.
You can only take one person
by the hand and lead them out.
Who do you choose?
My house is burning down,
who do I save?
My kid.
CALLEN: I wasn't exactly
thinking about my house.
Just a room from this...
old orphanage.
Special people?
I'm walking out of there alone.
What about you, Tuhon?
Who do you save?
My flame is on the end
of a candle
I just placed
on my son's birthday cake.
Whole family.
We watch him
make a wish
and blow out
the candle.
Then I get him by the hand,
lead him to the next room
where all his presents
are waiting.
The flame was on the end
of a candle
on your kid's birthday cake?
You didn't say we could answer
the question like that.
I didn't say you couldn't.
It's your fire.
It can be whatever
you want it to be.
SANTOS: Look, Carter covered
all of his bases.
Okay? He paid off
Tuhon's crew in Mexico,
and he planned on ratting them
out to the FBI
if he ever made it back here,
which means you can't hide him
in federally-sanctioned
safe houses.
Right?
You know what he did next?
He paid off every organized
crime group in Los Angeles
so that if Tuhon goes there
for safe haven,
who's he gonna find
waiting for him? Carter.
NATE:
Deeks?
Hetty got a safe house
from the Russians.
We got to warn Callen and Sam
before they get there.
NELL: We can't get in touch
with Callen and Sam.
They dumped their phones,
and Hetty just left
to go meet them.
Now she's gone dark, too.
Deeks and Nate?
They're headed
for the safe house now.
They'll never get there in time.
Hetty?
She's here.
Lord Jim?
You don't strike me
as a Conrad guy.
I only read first editions.
Uh-huh.
Man of letters.
I can respect that.
Letters have killed more men
than any blade of mine.
(guns clicking)
Blades are a woman's tool.
Sneaky and underhanded.
Glad I got to say that
to your face, Tuhon.
CALLEN: They seem
like the kind of guys
that'll fall
for the $100 bill trick?
Nope.
I've got five hostiles
in that house
with Callen, Sam and Tuhon.
Deeks and Nate are still
ten minutes out.
Come on, Hetty.
Kill these guys.
Bury them out back.
I'll handle Tuhon.
Room feeling a little
crowded to you?
I was just about
to say the same thing.
It's locked.
This one's secured as well.
These are all new locks,
Carter, high-end.
Custom stuff.
Military-grade, actually.
Try blowing a hole in the wall.
It'll be easier.
What is this?
Looks like a trap to me.
SAM:
You were dead
before you even walked
in the room.
Let us go and I won't kill you.
(lock clicks)
Those are bold words
from an old man armed
with a book.
Oh, this book?
(gunshots, grunting)
He was already dead.
Yeah.
We were just waiting
for him to show us
how he wanted to go.
(door opens)
In my tribe,
we salute warriors
with the mano po.
It's respect for the knowledge
passed down to us
through men and women
who paid the
price in blood.
Hello, Tuhon.
It was a perfect plan, Hetty.
Oh, you can thank
Callen and Sam for that.
The perfect plan
was theirs.
Looks like you two grew
a little faster than I thought.
Yeah, we're still growing.
Always will be.
You'll always be
the master to us, Tuhon.
Today,
you were more Tuhon than me.
(sighs)
Cavalry's here.
Did, uh, you get bagpipes
with that suit?
(laughter)
So, you, uh, leaked
the address to Carter?
Lure him out?
Nice knife, kid.
Oh, yeah?
You like it?
I made it.
A long time ago for a friend.
You made it?
It's not, um...
It's not mine; I just, uh...
I'm just taking care of it
for somebody.
Maybe it's taking care of you.
Friend had a daughter.
I don't remember her name.
Sweetest little girl I ever met.
(door closes)
Where have you been?
Out with Sabatino.
Where is he?
He took off on his own
after he disabled our car
and warned me not to follow him.
Yeah, that's right.
Your boy's off the reservation.
He has his own way
of doing things.
(sighs)
Did you ever consider that
maybe he's the one we're after?
That's ridiculous.
Is it?
Sanders was killed mysteriously
under his watch.
We never know where he
is or what he's up to,
and I caught him meeting
with three armed locals
on a drone feed,
which he basically denied.
You're getting paranoid, Blye.
Listen to me,
I back Sabatino
100%, as much as I do you.
Maybe you've been
in country too long.
Yeah, maybe.
But what if I'm right?
You aren't.
What if Sabatino
is the White Ghost?
He isn't.
But what if he is?
You are here with one mission
and one mission only:
to take out the Ghost,
whoever he is.
(groans)
All right.
Who's down for a beer?
Well, you can count me in.
Next time.
Where do you deploy next, Nate?
Well, I could tell you, Sam,
but then I'd have to...
(exhales)
It's classified.
He's learning.
Ah. (chuckles)
Interesting. It's Joelle.
She's revising her score.
(whistles)
You can't do that.
A score's a score;
it's permanent.
Until it's not.
She revised it.
Oh.
Okay, Teddy.
What's my new score?
DEEKS: Wait, what?
Did you just call him...
Are you Teddy?
Unless you're a former
Miss Universe contestant,
keep Teddy out your mouth.
(laughter)
Well, I think Teddy's
very sophisticated.
Goes with houndstooth.
You can't have
fun not saying it.
You know, like,
"Hey! Teddy! Teddy""
HETTY:
Gentlemen.
CALLEN:
I cannot remember
the last time you
left here before us.
I cannot remember the last time
I had a friend in town.
Where's Tuhon go now?
He won't tell me.
And I won't ask.
Yeah.
The tribe's in good hands.
Is it?
No matter what.
That's a promise.
Well, let's not
get carried away.
I'll be back before you can
burn this place down.
Tuhon's right.
It's our fire.
Yeah, but on the end
of a birthday candle?
Come on, that's cheating.
I mean, what if I said
it was me setting
his pony tail on fire?
It can be anything
we want it to be.
Yeah, okay.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
Yes, sir.
Uh, I need to speak
with Mr. Atugu, please.
What's this about?
The president of your country
is going to be murdered
in 24 hours.
Check him.
(clock ticking)
He specifically
requested you.
Sounds like a hoax.
Who is he?
No I.D., no weapons.
I say we wait,
call Malabo for orders.
In America, I give the orders.
Well, then...
you know something
about an alleged coup d'état?
He, uh...
he says good-bye.
ATUGU:
Pardon me?
Mr. Atugu, there is...
Not now.
Who says good-bye?
Tuhon.
♪
♪ NCIS: LA 5x15 ♪
Tuhon
Original Air Date on February 21, 2014
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪
Hey.
Hey.
(clears throat)
What's up?
You really gonna play it
like this?
Last night, Joelle--
dirty martini, that dress?
Oh, Joelle.
She's world-class, G.
Ah, national level, maybe.
Regional, for sure.
She's an undisputed ten.
Come on.
I didn't say she wasn't hot.
But she's not a ten?
A solid nine.
That magically appeared
into your li
without you making any effort.
So?
So that "no effort" thing
should count
for at least one point.
She's more your type than mine.
So what's wrong with my type?
Nothing. I love your type.
Your taste is great.
Michelle is the best.
Uh, don't think;
just react.
Scale of one to ten. Go.
Eight.
Nine.
Look closely.
Hmm?
Ten.
(laughs) She's a ten.
She's a ten.
She's hot.
Thank you.
All day, it's a ten. All day.
Yeah.
I know.
That's a...
stone-cold fox right there.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(text alert sounds)
Well, that's interesting.
It's Joelle.
Sheâs texting you?
I asked her to rate
last night from a scale
of one to ten.
And?
(loud whistle)
Am I interrupting something?
That was, of course,
a rhetorical question.
Let's go to Ops,
lover boy.
(Deeks, Sam laugh)
Ah...
head shrink on deck.
He must be here for Deeks.
No.
Actually, Hetty
pulled me off
my deployment
for this case.
Where were you deployed?
Well, I could tell you,
but then I'd have to kill you.
Oh, he has been waiting
his whole life to say
that to someone.
NATE: Well, I'd try
to kill you.
Probably unsuccessfully.
In which case,
you'd have to kill me,
and then you'd never know
where Hetty brought me in from.
Which is the whole point.
Why are you here, Nate?
It's better if I just show you.
NELL: This happened at
Equatorial Guinea's consulate
in Los Angeles
this morning.
The three victims:
Leonard Atugu--
he's a diplomatic envoy
to the United States--
and the two security guards.
DEEKS: And get this--
the murder weapon is a T-shirt
and two batteries
from the wall clock.
He didn't mind
the security pat-down
'cause he knows how
to improvise.
And you thought Colonel Mustard
in the study
with a candlestick was a badass.
Play it with the audio, Eric,
from earlier.
Who says good-bye?
Tuhon.
Who's Tuhon?
Anyone can say
a name.
Saying that name
has consequences.
Killer's too good
to get caught
on camera by accident.
What else do we know
about him?
He's still missing.
His name's Michael Santos.
He's a U.S. citizen suspected
of several contract killings
since 2010.
Let's take a closer look,
shall we?
Check out his ink.
A bikking tattoo.
Tribal.
Specific to the Kalinga
headhunters
from the Northern
Philippines.
Yeah, that's not
the kind of ink
you pick up on
Hollywood Bould.
There's one Kalinga headhunter
left in the world.
We know him.
Man named Tuhon.
It was our first case together.
That's why
Hetty brought you in.
She's waiting for you.
CALLEN: The killer's a professional,
but he did everything on camera.
Tuhon wanted to be seen.
He made us
a promise, Hetty.
Said he was retired for good.
No more hits.
No more killing.
No one ever truly knows
a man like this.
People say about Tuhon
that he won't smile at you
until he's figured out
exactly how you're going to die.
He ever smile at you?
(chuckles)
I smiled back.
Tuhon was Hetty's
weapon of choice
for wet-work Ops
during the Cold War.
Which is the CIA's polite way
of saying "assassinations""
Isn't this the place
where we usually get
a photo on the big screen?
Some sort of mug shot
or secret file,
surveillance pic?
Something to give
a human face to this guy?
No one has any
photos of him.
NATE: Tuhon's the type
of patriot
that doesn't make it
into the history books.
His file was
permanently wiped in 2007.
No backups exist.
Wiped by who?
Hetty.
SAM: Tuhon's guys don't
get caught on camera.
CALLEN: Yeah, and they definitely
don't say his name
in a room that's
wired for audio.
Unless he's sending a message.
He's gonna know we're coming.
hon hasn't seen us
for seven years.
We've evolved.
He's evolved, too.
NATE:
In 2007,
mercenaries tried
to overthrow Equatorial Guinea.
The same Equatorial Guinea
that lost
a diplomat this morning.
ERIC: Mm-hmm.
Oil-rich, terrible
human rights record.
Unstable regime.
Tuhon led the coup,
but it failed.
Someone betrayed him
from the inside.
He was too old to run,
no one to trust...
except Hetty.
The first agent
she sent in to rescue him
was killed within 24 hours.
The next two agents Hetty
sent in were strangers...
Callen and Sam.
SAM:
We extracted him
from Equatorial Guinea in '07.
Our intel's had him
in Mexico City ever since.
Yeah, he's retired.
He's managing
some underground bar there.
We'll find him.
If he's innocent, bring him in.
And if he isn't?
Act accordingly.
Hetty is sending Sam and Callen
to Mexico City.
I'm gonna go
to the EG consulate,
talk to whoever's in charge.
Atugu was targeted for a reason.
We got to know why.
The killer's still out here.
♪
The hotel hasn't changed
since we crashed here
seven years ago.
Still the slowest elevator
in Mexico.
Yeah.
We won't have
to stay here too long.
Our old asset's in play.
The same asset from 2007?
Wow.
I remember it took me a week
to figure out what to call you.
(chuckles)
Callen.
G, G. Callen.
G.C. Thought Hetty
was playing a joke on me.
Don't apologize.
Took me a week to stop
calling you "Teddy."
Who
Teddy anyway?
I don't know.
You look like a Teddy.
I look like a Teddy.
Yeah, right, okay.
You remember what
Tuhon used to call you?
"Tyrant with a Trident."
I was "The Tribe of One."
Yeah.
Back then, he was right.
Well, maybe he's innocent.
Maybe it'll be just
like the old days.
(sighs)
Maybe.
(bell dings)
(grunting and groaning)
(bell dings)
Kalinga tattoos.
Tuhon's men.
Just like the good old days.
DEEKS: So, Hetty, Equatorial Guinea's
consulate's on foreign soil.
So if I roll in there
asking questions
about a triple homicide,
they're just gonna
slam the door in my face,
drown us in red tape.
They'll welcome you
with open arms.
NATE:
You are not going
alone, my friend.
Wow.
That is a lot of plaid.
Houndstooth.
It... it's houndstooth.
Mm-hmm.
It's enough
to give me a seizure.
What's your
plan here? Huh?
You gonna blind security
while I sprint past them?
Dr. Nathan Getz,
special assistant
to the undersecretary
of foreign affairs,
State Department.
Yuh-huh.
Why are you looking at me
like you're terrified?
Because I feel like I'm about
to be swallowed by a giant kilt.
HETTY: Oh, drop the fabric
phobia, Mr. Deeks,
and find out why
Atugu was killed.
With Downton Abbey
over here?
You watch it, too.
Come on.
NATE:
So how's Kensi?
Well, she's not lonely.
She's got Granger,
Sabatino, a whole crew.
Well, that
sounds like fun.
Yeah, except for she
doesn't trust any of them.
What are we looking at?
Just a map of the area.
Hmm.
No.
KENSI:
Do you know the region?
SABATINO:
Yeah, I've worked it.
Did you make any contacts or...?
Not really.
What does "not really" mean?
It means any contacts I made
are not really worth
talking about.
Oh.
Know what?
Pack your gear.
Why?
We're going dancing.
(chuckles)
No.
We got a lead on some movement.
Where?
I'll show you when we get there.
You said you were
a good tracker, right?
Yes, I did.
Good.
Let's roll.
CALLEN:
There's no surveillance.
We're clean.
SAM: Sisters really did
well for themselves.
Invested their beauty
pageant winnings wisely.
Martina knows where Tuhon is?
Well, we gotta
work up to that.
Slowly.
If she doesn't
know, Rita will.
Wait a second.
Rita's in here?
It says "Dos Hermanas Salon."
"Two Sisters Salon."
What do you think?
I think Rita's
the crazy sister.
More your type
than mine.
♪
Guess who's back.
(gasps)
Teddy!
SAM: Hola.
Hola.
ÿCómo estás?
Hola...
Señor Carl.
Rita...
I can explain.
Explain what?
Hmm?
You said you were gonna take me
to the Jamaican Riviera
on your yacht with Teddy...
Did I really say there
was a Riviera in Jamaica?
But I guess Señor Carl
has Miss Universes
lined up for days,
since you vanished
on me like that!
Okay, okay. Okay.
But... Señor Carl
came back for you, baby.
For me?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, Rita said she
was gonna murder
your buddy right
here in our salon.
Oh, yeah? You shouldn't
have kept that from me.
Shouldn't have waited
seven years to come back.
Last time I helped
you and Señor Carl,
lots of dead bodies
got left behind.
Lots of danger for me.
I promise you,
when this is over,
we'll go out with Rita,
we'll get the yacht,
just like we
always talked about.
Caught her trying to Google
the Jamaican Riviera
just the other day.
Still don't have the heart
to tell her the truth.
What does Teddy need?
Teddy needs to see Tuhon.
RITA:
Oh!
I told you he'd
come back for me.
How's Teddy?
Scale of one to ten.
We're about
to find out.
Every man in this city
spends his life avoiding Tuhon,
and you want to waltz up
to his front door?
Yeah.
Better be some yacht you got.
Oh, baby,
you're gonna
love this yacht, believe me.
Mm-hmm.
Tell her
about the yacht.
It's unbelievable.
Trust me.
Has the undersecretary
considered
the prime minister's proposal?
P... uh, proposal?
Of course.
Wh...
Why would someone
want Atugu dead?
First, we discuss
the proposal.
In detail.
DEEKS: Detail.
I'm waiting, Dr. Getz.
Well, let's talk
about your country's
military budget from last year.
The $152,998,324
you spent last year
just won't cut it.
A little foreign aid might help.
Maybe even some...
American-made hardware.
It takes a dapper man
to pull off plaid,
Dr. Getz.
It's houndstooth.
Houndstooth.
And first, you answer
the questions about Atugu.
He had enemies,
especially after
the failed coup in 2007.
And why is that?
Some say he worked
with the mercenaries,
until he betrayed them
to our president
at the 11th hour.
It's rumored
that Atugu's reward
was this
diplomatic post.
You think Tuhon
and his merc buddies
are the type to hold a grudge?
Well, the story about
Atugu's big promotion
checks out.
After the coup
fell apart,
he went from errand boy
to diplomat overnight.
Huh.
He sold Tuhon
for a better deal.
Why wait seven
years for revenge?
I don't know.
Okay, so Tuhon escaped,
but not all of his men did.
Most were killed.
One was taken alive...
South African merc Steven Carter.
Huh.
Ex-military turned
private contractor.
Yeah, Black Beach is the
worst prison in Africa.
Well, Carter did not
have it easy.
Torture, dehydration,
bout with cerebral malaria.
before a run-in
with the military
had them flee
the country.
According to this,
he was released six months ago.
So...
where's Carter now?
Time to find out.
Tuhon made that for you.
Oh, a lifetime ago.
You care about him.
You didn't bring me out here
just to be Deeks's partner,
did you?
We're spread a little thin
here at the moment,
with Callen
and Sam in Mexico
and Kensi
in Afghanistan...
No one can be a...
tribe of one.
Not even me.
And you're worried
about how this ends.
It can only end one way.
How we get there
is the question.
What is this?
Well, can't look like tourists
where we're going.
Only the two of us?
Yeah,
just a happy couple
out for a ride, right?
Let me guess,
you gotta pee one more
time before we leave.
No, I'm fine.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Can't go looking like that.
Gotta cover that head.
Happy?
I can see the appeal.
Bite me.
This is it.
You really want
to go in there?
CALLEN:
No security cameras.
No secondary
security perimeter.
You know what
we're gonna do?
We're gonna make this like
a little surprise party.
(laughs)
Huh?
All right?
Señor Carl's always
trying to make it
a party, baby.
That's right, baby.
Surprise reunion.
Like the good old days.
Wow.
Well, I guess
the years
really have
changed you, huh?
They change all of us.
Your weapons.
Okay.
♪
♪
Now it's a party.
Damn!
Let me try again.
Give Mack another chance, right?
I'm ready.
Okay, now,
the minute you
see my hand move,
grab your money.
You're closer,
younger and faster.
Yeah, I know how it works.
Go.
(chuckles)
You really thought
I was gonna kill you?
CALLEN: The thought had
occurred to us.
Heard you guys had
an elevator problem.
Your guys had
the problem.
Told this tribe
to stay clear of you two.
That's the truth.
Then this tribe's
getting weak.
Not weak; just poor.
You know, I retired.
Running this place
doesn't pay like my last trade.
The two guys
you busted up
saw two Feds...
thought they could
get some ransom.
What about the murdered
diplomat in L.A.?
Killer set me up.
Why should we believe you?
Thoughts, words, deeds.
His name is
Michael Santos.
He's crashing at the, uh...
Marquee Motel
in North Hollywood.
Call it in.
(buttons beeping)
(line ringing)
ERIC:
Callen, what's up?
Eric...
I think I got
a lead for us.
NATE: Only a matter of time
before Santos shows.
DEEKS:
Eh, I don't like this.
Oh, right.
You're here in L.A. and Kensi's
all the way in Afghanistan
doing who-knows-what
with who-knows-who.
Why does everyone assume
I'm always thinking about Kensi?
You're fondling her knife.
It's the op I don't like.
You know, acting on a tip
from Tuhon, aka Dah Vader.
Stalking on a psycho who's
capable of killing people
with Fruit of the Loom products.
Well, when you
put it like that...
I mean, everybody's got
to go at some point, right?
I just don't want
my cause of death
to be another man's underwear.
There he is.
Santos, our underwear assassin.
DEEKS:
Let's do it.
Federal agents!
On your knees!
On your knees!
Put your hands
behind your head!
(groans)
You okay?
Yeah.
He's alive,
but he's bleeding out fast.
ERIC: Remember Steven Carter,
our South African merc?
Yeah, Tuhon's old cohort.
Fresh out of Black Beach prison.
Yeah.
Well, he flew from Johannesburg
to LAX a week ago.
One-way ticket.
Could be in town
to settle some old debts.
You think he's working
with Tuhon?
Needs surgery,
but he's gonna live.
When can we
question him?
Not until doctors work on him
and the drugs wear off.
Deeks?
That tattoo's fake.
He's not one of Tuhon's guys.
(indistinct chatter)
All right, thanks, Eric.
Killer's tattoos were fake.
He wanted us to think
he was part of Tuhon's crew.
Which means that everything
that came out of his mouth
at the consulate
was part of the act.
A South African merc
named Steven Carter
was just released
from Black Beach Prison.
He's in L.A.
Ask Santos about Carter.
We can't.
He's in surgery.
TUHON: Carter wanted Equatorial
Guinea's oil money in '07.
Still wants it.
He can't get it without me.
Why you?
Plenty of killers
for hire out there.
Is that all I am?
Someone who can walk
into this bar,
kill every man in it?
Or maybe that's
not me at all.
Maybe I'm someone
who can, uh,
make sure that every man
in this bar's dead
before I ever walk
through the door.
All I see around us
are guys with guns and blades.
Yeah, alive and well.
And a lot of them.
They're all dead.
They're just waiting to tell us
how they want to go.
What do you want, Tuhon?
I want to hang out with Hetty.
Well, that means
working with NCIS.
And taking down
this Carter guy.
CALLEN: Got to
clear your name.
Show us that you kept your
promise to stay retired.
Yeah, I still got
my glass heels.
I can do the dance
one more time.
MACK: I was hoping
that you'd
come to your senses, Tuhon.
It's too bad.
Tribe ain't what it used to be.
Nah.
You guys have been kicking ass
for seven years.
My tribe's never been stronger.
So who are these guys
in the bar?
Just a story
we'll tell someday.
Weapons on the table.
You're on Carter's payroll now?
There's a lot of money
in Equatorial Guinea.
We were hoping
that you'd wake up,
get back in the game.
Carter said to be patient,
give you a chance.
Unless you sided with the Feds.
(chuckles)
Look at you.
Looking at my maniwat.
Like it's already yours.
(grunting)
(screaming)
(shouting and grunting)
(gunshots)
(groans)
Guess Mack gets the trick now.
It's a hell of a story so far.
Can't wait to see how it ends.
So...
where do we stand?
Callen, Sam and Tuhon
made it out of Mexico.
They
landed in L.A. an hour ago.
And they're on the move.
NELL: Unfortunately, an
anonymous source
called the FBI and told
them Tuhon was here.
The FBI then informed
the White House,
who then informed the president
of Equatorial Guinea.
And we've been ordered
to hand him over immediately?
Yes. It's the FBI's case now.
You're not gonna hand
Tuhon over, are you?
Not even close, Mr. Beale.
How's Santos doing?
Uh, he's stable.
His doctor's moving him
to a private facility.
What the hell is this?
You've heard of
Obamacare?
This is "We Don't Care""
Seriously, this is a palace
of post-op infection.
I suggest you start talking.
Cut me a deal.
What are you offering?
Steven Carter.
NATE:
And the fake tattoos?
Saying Tuhon's name on camera?
Leverage.
If you went after Tuhon,
he'd have no choice
but to come out of retirement
for Carter
and go back to being an outlaw.
He's telling the truth.
Yeah, but is that
the whole truth?
So, we got a plan?
Right now, we wait.
Hetty's contact is en route
with keys to a safe house.
It's a favor from a Russian
mobster who owes her one.
FBI knows you're in town.
Figure Carter does, too.
We need to dump
our phones and go low-viz.
CALLEN: Hetty will meet us
at the safe house.
All comms go dark.
Starting now.
How safe is the safe house?
It's the only one we've got.
Dump your phone, Tuhon.
Starting to sound
like you're running things.
It's gonna take some
getting used to.
It's not what I remember.
CALLEN:
Oh, yeah?
What do you remember?
Fear.
Two strangers
who were afraid
to trust their training.
Afraid to trust each other.
What do you see now?
Ask me in another seven years.
We trust each other.
And I suggest
you do the same
because right about now...
we're the only friends you got.
A man with no friends
doesn't have to worry
about them turning into enemies.
Why are we stopping?
Because this is the place.
What place?
The place where we settle this.
Who are you working for?
I'm NCIS.
Hmm.
So, you're telling me Granger
asked you to spy on me?
What are you talking about?
Don't play me, Blye.
I'm not. I...
Okay, you know what?
You have been in country
way too long.
It messes with your head.
You're losing perspective.
So, what are you trying
to do now, handle me?
Save your breath.
No, I'm just saying...
Shut up!
What the hell are you
trying to do, huh?
What are you up to?
You're poking
around my bank accounts.
You sent a drone to follow me.
What? You think you're the
only one with connections?
I thought we were
on the same team, Blye.
So did I.
Wouldn't know it
by the way you've been
sneaking around behind my back.
Why are you here?!
I told you--
I was brought in as a shooter.
Oh, come on,
even you can't believe that.
There are a million guys
more qualified than you.
Why did you have Harris
taken off the assignment?
I didn't.
What happened to Sanders?
I already told you.
He got his head cut off.
Yeah, that part I know.
What I don't know is where you
were while that was happening.
Okay.
This is crazy.
Here.
Go back to base camp.
What are you gonna do?
My job.
As CIA Officer Sabatino?
Or as the White Ghost?
You think I'm the Ghost?
Are you?
Are you insane?
I've been hunting him for weeks.
And yet nobody has seen him,
and somehow Sanders gets
his head cut off
while you two are together!
What the hell are you doing?!
You leave now, you can make it
back to base camp
before this thing dies.
Don't try to follow me.
I mean it.
Sabatino.
(stammers)
Sabatino!
TUHON: What if Hetty doesn't
show up at the safe house?
She'll be there.
You can count on that.
What if she never
shows up again?
One day, it could happen.
Nobody lives forever.
Hetty's not going anywhere.
Who leads the tribe
when she does?
Is it gonna be you, Callen?
How about you, Sam?
Haven't planned on it, huh?
It scares you.
I thought she
trained you two
better than that.
It's your fire.
Enough with the mind games.
Hmm?
You're in a dark room.
Everyone you love is in there.
All your family,
all your friends.
A flame comes
out of nowhere.
It's hot.
Gets hotter.
Your heart starts bobbling.
You can only take one person
by the hand and lead them out.
Who do you choose?
My house is burning down,
who do I save?
My kid.
CALLEN: I wasn't exactly
thinking about my house.
Just a room from this...
old orphanage.
Special people?
I'm walking out of there alone.
What about you, Tuhon?
Who do you save?
My flame is on the end
of a candle
I just placed
on my son's birthday cake.
Whole family.
We watch him
make a wish
and blow out
the candle.
Then I get him by the hand,
lead him to the next room
where all his presents
are waiting.
The flame was on the end
of a candle
on your kid's birthday cake?
You didn't say we could answer
the question like that.
I didn't say you couldn't.
It's your fire.
It can be whatever
you want it to be.
SANTOS: Look, Carter covered
all of his bases.
Okay? He paid off
Tuhon's crew in Mexico,
and he planned on ratting them
out to the FBI
if he ever made it back here,
which means you can't hide him
in federally-sanctioned
safe houses.
Right?
You know what he did next?
He paid off every organized
crime group in Los Angeles
so that if Tuhon goes there
for safe haven,
who's he gonna find
waiting for him? Carter.
NATE:
Deeks?
Hetty got a safe house
from the Russians.
We got to warn Callen and Sam
before they get there.
NELL: We can't get in touch
with Callen and Sam.
They dumped their phones,
and Hetty just left
to go meet them.
Now she's gone dark, too.
Deeks and Nate?
They're headed
for the safe house now.
They'll never get there in time.
Hetty?
She's here.
Lord Jim?
You don't strike me
as a Conrad guy.
I only read first editions.
Uh-huh.
Man of letters.
I can respect that.
Letters have killed more men
than any blade of mine.
(guns clicking)
Blades are a woman's tool.
Sneaky and underhanded.
Glad I got to say that
to your face, Tuhon.
CALLEN: They seem
like the kind of guys
that'll fall
for the $100 bill trick?
Nope.
I've got five hostiles
in that house
with Callen, Sam and Tuhon.
Deeks and Nate are still
ten minutes out.
Come on, Hetty.
Kill these guys.
Bury them out back.
I'll handle Tuhon.
Room feeling a little
crowded to you?
I was just about
to say the same thing.
It's locked.
This one's secured as well.
These are all new locks,
Carter, high-end.
Custom stuff.
Military-grade, actually.
Try blowing a hole in the wall.
It'll be easier.
What is this?
Looks like a trap to me.
SAM:
You were dead
before you even walked
in the room.
Let us go and I won't kill you.
(lock clicks)
Those are bold words
from an old man armed
with a book.
Oh, this book?
(gunshots, grunting)
He was already dead.
Yeah.
We were just waiting
for him to show us
how he wanted to go.
(door opens)
In my tribe,
we salute warriors
with the mano po.
It's respect for the knowledge
passed down to us
through men and women
who paid the
price in blood.
Hello, Tuhon.
It was a perfect plan, Hetty.
Oh, you can thank
Callen and Sam for that.
The perfect plan
was theirs.
Looks like you two grew
a little faster than I thought.
Yeah, we're still growing.
Always will be.
You'll always be
the master to us, Tuhon.
Today,
you were more Tuhon than me.
(sighs)
Cavalry's here.
Did, uh, you get bagpipes
with that suit?
(laughter)
So, you, uh, leaked
the address to Carter?
Lure him out?
Nice knife, kid.
Oh, yeah?
You like it?
I made it.
A long time ago for a friend.
You made it?
It's not, um...
It's not mine; I just, uh...
I'm just taking care of it
for somebody.
Maybe it's taking care of you.
Friend had a daughter.
I don't remember her name.
Sweetest little girl I ever met.
(door closes)
Where have you been?
Out with Sabatino.
Where is he?
He took off on his own
after he disabled our car
and warned me not to follow him.
Yeah, that's right.
Your boy's off the reservation.
He has his own way
of doing things.
(sighs)
Did you ever consider that
maybe he's the one we're after?
That's ridiculous.
Is it?
Sanders was killed mysteriously
under his watch.
We never know where he
is or what he's up to,
and I caught him meeting
with three armed locals
on a drone feed,
which he basically denied.
You're getting paranoid, Blye.
Listen to me,
I back Sabatino
100%, as much as I do you.
Maybe you've been
in country too long.
Yeah, maybe.
But what if I'm right?
You aren't.
What if Sabatino
is the White Ghost?
He isn't.
But what if he is?
You are here with one mission
and one mission only:
to take out the Ghost,
whoever he is.
(groans)
All right.
Who's down for a beer?
Well, you can count me in.
Next time.
Where do you deploy next, Nate?
Well, I could tell you, Sam,
but then I'd have to...
(exhales)
It's classified.
He's learning.
Ah. (chuckles)
Interesting. It's Joelle.
She's revising her score.
(whistles)
You can't do that.
A score's a score;
it's permanent.
Until it's not.
She revised it.
Oh.
Okay, Teddy.
What's my new score?
DEEKS: Wait, what?
Did you just call him...
Are you Teddy?
Unless you're a former
Miss Universe contestant,
keep Teddy out your mouth.
(laughter)
Well, I think Teddy's
very sophisticated.
Goes with houndstooth.
You can't have
fun not saying it.
You know, like,
"Hey! Teddy! Teddy""
HETTY:
Gentlemen.
CALLEN:
I cannot remember
the last time you
left here before us.
I cannot remember the last time
I had a friend in town.
Where's Tuhon go now?
He won't tell me.
And I won't ask.
Yeah.
The tribe's in good hands.
Is it?
No matter what.
That's a promise.
Well, let's not
get carried away.
I'll be back before you can
burn this place down.
Tuhon's right.
It's our fire.
Yeah, but on the end
of a birthday candle?
Come on, that's cheating.
I mean, what if I said
it was me setting
his pony tail on fire?
It can be anything
we want it to be.
Yeah, okay.
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