NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 16 - Fish Out of Water - full transcript

(warning beeping)

WOMAN: Step on it, Mateo.
He's gonna be mad.

Nina, where you been?!
What the hell happened?!

The plane was two hours late.
Big storm off Costa Rica.

Doors open in five minutes.

You're costing me money.

Ponte las pilas.

Got it, jefe.

It's always
our fault, right?

Always.

Excuse me.



(people screaming)

♪ NCIS: LA 5x16 ♪
Fish Out of Water
Original Air Date on March 4, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

DEEKS:
Come on, Betsy.

Oh, sweet baby.

You look so cuddly.

(blows air)

What's up, Deeks?
You going on a ski trip?

No, man, I'm just trying
to stay toasty.

We got a lot of winter ahead of us.
Oh, yeah?

In case you haven't heard,
couple weeks ago,

the groundhog saw its shadow.

Groundhog. So you get
your weather forecast



from a groundhog?

Where do you get your
financial advice-- squirrel?

No, 'cause that
would be nuts.

(laughs) You see how quick
that was when I said nuts?

That's a... No?

Yeah, I get it. Nuts is right.

Really, Deeks?

The temperature
drops into the 50s,

and everyone starts walking
around town

with the down jacket
and nose warmers on.

L.A. breeds
weather wimps.

No, no, I can handle
the cold, man.

You try surfing Mavericks

in a one-mil suit.

Try bivouacking the Serbian Alps
in a blizzard.

CALLEN: Tracking down
Russian mobsters

in Yakutsk, where the
January high is 34 below.

Yakutsk?
Mm-hmm.

All right, fair enough.
I admit defeat.

You guys have
the biggest icicles.

(plays "The Battle Hymn
of the Republic" off-key)

It's left over
from my Presidents' Day party.

I bet that was quite
the shindig.

Well... we really
are alone here.

(resumes playing off-key)

3:00 a.m.,
the wholesale fish market

down at the harbor.

Ooh. Yeah.

The bomb blast killed two:
Eduardo Barajas

and Young Jae Kim.

SAM:
Looks like it

could have been worse.

Who targets
a fish market?

NELL: FBI and LAPD are
currently on the scene,

but Hetty wants us
down there to see

if this was just an isolated
domestic incident

or the beginnings
of an international threat.

Keep your mittens on, Deeks.
You're coming with us.

They're fingerless gloves.

Isn't that an oxymoron?

If the glove fits...

(chuckles)

(indistinct radio transmission)

MAN:
Watch your back.

My son had a gentle soul...

like his mother.

Did you see anything suspicious
before the blast, sir?

No.

Nothing.

Business as usual.

Have you or your son had
any conflicts

with any workers
or other vendors?

We all like a family here.

Originally from Korea?

Yes.

Why?

Have either of you traveled
to North Korea in the past year?

No.

No family there?

I have two sisters in Seoul.

I should go now.

My daughter-in-law
and grandchildren,

they need me now.

Of course.

Thank you.

I'm, uh... I'm very sorry
for your loss.

Nothing useful
out of the father.

Bomb squad confirmed
it was a pressure cooker.

It's just like Boston.

Probably got the recipe
off the Internet.

Gunpowder, blasting cap.

But only a small amount of nails
and screws for shrapnel.

Lucky for us, they didn't know
what the hell they were doing.

What are you thinking?

Just seems weird,
this location, the device.

You think test
or specific target?

I don't know.

DEEKS:
Checked the office.

Somebody covered their tracks.

The security camera hard drive
was erased

from 1:00 a.m. until 2:45 a.m.

So, we see the explosion...

But we don't see
who placed the backpack.

Did you find
anything else?

Thought I did.
Turned out to be this.

What is that?

Don't ask.

He's got to know.

Deeks, I'm warning you.
Trust me. Walk away.

It's a red herring.

Uh, uh... (scoffs)

Come on, man.
This is an actual red herring.

Don't encourage him.
I'm not!

WOMAN: I told you that
I work here, right?!

Ma'am, this is a crime scene.
Where's Eduardo?

Where's the body?

Stay back or you
will be arrested.

Okay. All right.
Thank you.

Ma'am!
Who else died?

I have friends. I have friends in there.
Whoa, easy.

Just let go of me!
Aah!

Hey, take it easy.

You just assaulted
a federal agent.

(quietly):
I am a federal agent.

Undercover DEA.
We have to talk.

Officer, we got
it from here.

One of the men who was killed,
Eduardo Barajas,

he imported fish from Ecuador.

I think somebody
wanted him dead.

Why?

(clears throat)
He, uh...

he contacted us
because he was suspicious

of one of his new employees.

Are you all right?
(sighs)

Yeah. Um...

the guy's name was Mateo.

Does Mateo have a last name?

(moans)

Nina! Whoa!

DEEKS:
Watch your head.

She's barely breathing.

Call for a paramedic.
Guys, move it!

Come on, Nina,
wake up.

Nina, come on.

She's shocky.
Elevate her legs.

Got something here.

What?

Fresh puncture wounds.

There's fragments in the skin.

They're hard and sharp.

Oh, what is that?

SAM: That is a dorsal spine
from a stonefish.

Deeks, get some hot water.
It'll destroy the venom.

On it.

You learn to stay far away
from these when you dive.

How toxic is it?

Another five minutes,
she'd be dead.

(indistinct radio transmission)

SAM:
It wasn't an accident.

The spines came in
from the side with force.

CALLEN:
And she didn't feel it?

Somebody wanted to shut her up.
For good.

She must have been close
to something.

So, she's
signing herself

out AMA, refusing further
medical treatment.

She's a tough little lady.

Why don't you take her
back the boatshed

and find out
what else she knows.

We're gonna track down
this Mateo character.

And if she refuses?

Charm her.

SAM:
She'll love it.

There you go.

Sure you, uh,
don't want to go

to the hospital, Nina?

I'm sure.

Actually, it's Talia.

Talia Del Campo.

Marty Deeks.

(chuckles)

Yeah, sorry about the mittens.

I'm sorry about the elbow.

I was undercover.

Couldn't let anybody know

I was cooperating
with the investigation.

Listen, somebody
tried to kill you

and you almost died.
You sure you don't want

to just take a break,
let us take over?

No chance.

This is my case, my collar.

All right.
(groans)

You okay?

(panting):
Yeah.

Maybe I should just stay
off my feet for a bit.

Yeah, you're lucky
to be alive.

Why weren't you working
with a partner?

'Cause they just
complicate things.

Mmm.

What's your excuse?

I'm a one-man army.

GRANGER (in distance): It went down
90 minutes ago,

and you can't find it?

What about a rescue team?

You got night vision.
Do your damn job.

Keep searching the area.

What's going on?

We lost a chopper
somewhere in here.

You know this area?

It's where Sabatino ditched me.

You been in contact with him?

No.

Get dressed.

We're heading out
at first light.

Yes, sir.

What do we have, guys?

Well, our
suspicious driver,

Mateo Orantes, he has
a valid visa from Ecuador.

His passport's
also genuine: holograms,

watermarks, everything.
Where does he live?

Well, he moved out
of an apartment

in Van Nuys two weeks ago,
no forwarding address.

Isn't that convenient?

All right,
keep working on it.

Anything from
the fish market?

Good news and bad news.
Deeks was right.

The video surveillance was wiped
leading up to the explosion,

but not the aftermath.

Here's the hallway
from the loading dock.

NELL:
And here's where the DEA agent

was stabbed with the fish spine.

Suspect's back is to the camera
the whole time.

He's either very smart
or he's very lucky.

You got any other
footage of him?

He kind of disappears
for a few minutes.

And then this guy
shows up outside

wearing a motorcycle helmet.

NELL: He's got the same build,
the same tennies.

Who picked him up?
ERIC: Not sure yet.

And I'm still working
on this license plate.

Well, is this a genuine
terrorist threat

or another example
of the world going

to hell in a handbasket?

It's too soon to tell.

Wonderful.

Mr. Deeks?

SAM:
The boatshed,

charming our DEA agent, we hope.

These are our suspects?

NELL:
We think so,

though unfortunately,

they remain mystery
men at this point.

(sighs)

DEEKS: All right,
English breakfast coming up.

So, why don't you
tell me what happened?

Everybody was running outside.

It was crazy.

Some guy dropped a huge
ice chest on my foot.

Thanks.

That's probably when you were
attacked by the toxic fish.

I mean, didn't it even hurt?

Not compared to having
50 pounds of frozen haddock

dropped on your toes.

Right.

It stung a bit,
but I shook it off.

'Cause you're a tough guy?

You know, my leg
is cramping a little.

You got any shiatsu skills
or anything?

I could use a little
deep tissue work.

You mind?

You want me to do
deep tissue work

on you?

(laughs)

Why don't you, uh...
(clears throat)

Why don't you tell me about
the guy that dropped the fish?

I may be able to pick him
out of a lineup,

but he was pretty ND.

What about Mateo?

Most of Eduardo's employees
are full-time.

Mateo was a part-time driver.

So why was he so shady?
He only wanted to be paid

in cash--
no taxes, no withholding.

(scoffs)
Sign me up.

Eduardo wouldn't do it.

He was the president of the
Ecuador-American Business Club.

Always played by the rules.

Nobody got paid off-books.

So, then, why'd they
bring in the DEA?

Mateo was picking up shipments
from the airport.

Boxes were opened between LAX
and the fish market

with the occasional
empty freezer bag

found in the ice.

Those bags tested positive

for cocaine.

Well, Ecuador borders Colombia,

and the smell of fish
can throw off a drug dog.

I've been working Mateo,
gaining his trust.

When's the last time
you saw him?

We were both outside
for the blast,

and then the next thing I know,
he was gone.

Anyway,

I really got to go.

Uh, no, no, you can't go.

I mean, this is ridiculous.

You can't even...
you can't even walk.

You got attacked
by a stonefish.

I got to pee.

Oh, that was...

(chuckling):
All right, uh...

Sure, right through...

there is the bathroom.
Okay.

(grunting)

Wow, okay.

A little help here.

Okay, let's
get you a cane,

maybe get you
some crutches.

I would settle for
a shot of tequila.

(laughs)

(groans)

♪

GRANGER: Definitely looks like
an RPG attack.

Who was onboard?

Special Forces.

Hard to believe anybody
could've survived this.

Yeah, they didn't.

Where are the bodies?
Insurgents must have

taken them along with everything
else they could strip out.

Bargaining chips?

With these guys, you never know.

I'll send in the coordinates.

Hey, you getting anywhere
with the motorcycle plate?

Well, far too blurry
for the human eye,

but through the magic
of digital enhancement,

we now know that the motorbike

is registered
to one Raul Herrera.

Another Ecuadorian
that entered the country

the same week as Mateo.

You think they're playing

for the same team?
I got an address.

Well, I'll call it in.

So you guys want to come over
for dinner on Saturday night?

Who, me and Deeks?

What?

Don't "what" me.

This is how you're
gonna play it?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Hope you're a better liar
next time we get in trouble.

I mean, seriously,
your lips are moving,

words are coming out,
but they don't make any sense.

It's like you had a stroke
or something.

Fine. You can tell me

or Jill can tell my wife,
and then she'll tell me.

(chuckling):
Oh, this is about that?

Yeah, this is about that.

Well, that has nothing
to do with this.

Oh, so it's serious?

It's not serious;
it's just personal.

(laughs)

So we don't share
anymore, hmm?

Since when are you interested
in my love life, huh?

Since you started having one.

All right, excuse me
for wanting to keep

some things private, okay?

"Some things"?
You make Howard Hughes

look like an extrovert.

I'm talking long hair,
germaphobic,

saving his own urine Hughes.

Hell, you won't even tell me
your first name.

We done?

Guess so.

Although I do find it
interesting,

you saying "love life"
instead of "dating."

Don't get your hopes up,

Martha Stewart.

You won't be planning
a wedding any time soon.

I enjoy being single.
What are you gonna do

when you get old and lonely?

Who's gonna take care
of you then?

I'm gonna move in with you.
(doorbell ringing)

Only if I get Alzheimer's
and forget who you are,

'cause you sure as hell ain't

putting your pee jars
in my garage.

SAM:
Raul Herrera?

We got a runner.

(grunts)

Federal agents!

If you're in here,
show us your hands!

Back door!

Bring the car around.

Sam, you got a beat on him yet?

Copy that. I'll be
heading east on Yucca.

(door closes)

Raul, no te muevas.

Pon las manos
arriba de la cabeza.

What?

I said, "Put your hands
on your head."

I don't speak Spanish.

You're from Ecuador
and you don't speak Spanish?

Bring it in, Sam. I got him.

I've been doing this
for a while, Raul.

Most of the time, innocent
people don't hide under beds

unless they're eight years old.

I owe a guy some money.

I thought you guys
were coming to collect.

Money for what?

A motorcycle.
Oh, you mean the bike you brought

to the fish market this morning?

What fish market?

SAM:
"What fish market".

We saw you ride off
with a crime suspect.

My motorcycle was stolen last night.
Really?

Did you file a police report?

I was about to,
but you guys broke in.

CALLEN:
Yeah, uh-huh.

Our timing sucks.

You know what
I don't understand?

How it this a guy
raised in Ecuador

doesn't speak Spanish?

My father was Ecuadorian.

My mother came
from the U.S.

to work for the Peace Corps.

Peace Corps? Now, that's ironic.

When I was two, my father died.

I grew up speaking English.

I went to an
American school in Quito.

What are you doing in L.A.?

Student visa at CSUN.

Uh, but to be honest,
I failed a couple classes, so...

just taking the semester off.

We have any police reports
in the car?

I think so.

Stick with us a while.

Good news is you're
gonna have time

to fill out the paperwork
for your stolen bike.

Hopefully Ops
can work their magic

with fingerprints
and an iris scan.

Yeah.

Any news on our guy Mateo?

Well, he didn't clock
out of work today.

That's a big surprise.

No electronic footprint,

no bank accounts, credit cards.

And no car registered
in his name.

So what, we just think he takes
the bus everywhere?

He drives an '81 Toyota Corolla.

What?
I've got the, uh,

license plate
and VIN right here.

(shutter clicks)

Hey!
I'm sending it to you now.

You want to explain to me why
you didn't share that with me?

Because it's my case,
and I already told you that.

Well, technically, it's my case.

No.
(Hetty clears throat)

Actually, now it's our case.

Consider this
a joint task force.

Mr. Deeks, Ms. Del Campo

will be your new partner.

You want me to partner with...

(clears throat)

Talia Del Campo, this is
Hetty Lange, my boss,

and I'm pretty sure
she's the master

of the universe.
It's lovely to meet you, ma'am,

but I won't be needing
a partner. Thank you.

It wasn't a request, my dear.

In all fairness, Hetty, uh,
why are we even on this?

It seems like the DEA
and the FBI have it covered.

If we find there's no connection
to international terrorism,

we'll stand down.
Meanwhile, let's play nice.

Play nice. (chuckles)

ERIC:
Deeks,

I just got a hit on Mateo's car.

I'm sending it
to your phone now.

Deeks?

Anyone? Hello?

Explain to me why
I'm taking orders from you.

Wow.

Because you are
a smart girl

with a promising career,

and I'm assuming you'd like
to keep it that way.

That,

and I've already cleared it
with your boss.

Really?
So you spoke to Williams?

Uh, no.

I spoke to his boss,

who happens to be my godson.

(chuckles)

Any further questions?
DEEKS: No!

No further questions.
Yes, I...

We're good. I'm...
I can get my own bag.

See you later.

We're gonna go
check out the car.

Yeah, okay, I got it.

Oh, hang on, they just got back.

(sighs)
A convoy

of armed insurgents
has been spotted making a run

for the Pakistani border.

Here.

GRANGER: We think it's
the White Ghost.

That's close.

It's probably the same bastards
who shot down our chopper.

I'll get my gear;
find me a bike.

What are you gonna do?

What you brought me here for.

You can talk me in.

There's Mateo's Corolla.

They found it using...

Kaleidoscope.

Right. So how'd you get
started in this game anyway?

When I was a little girl...

...my parents got gunned down
by drug dealers.

I vowed to get even.

Um...

(laughs)
I'm just messing with you.

(laughs)

'Cause you do realize that's the
origin story for Batman, right?

You know, I started off in LAPD.

We probably busted some
of the same drug dealers.

Probably not. Most of my work
is international.

Mexico, Colombia, Afghanistan.

Undercover?

Yeah.

Inside the cartels?

Let's just say this little
assignment is my vacation.

Wow.

Give me a second, I'll, uh...
I'll pick the lock.

Passenger door's open.

You're welcome!
Thank you.

Glove box is empty.

Looking for
gunpowder, batteries,

detonators, wires, anything
that could be used for...

Back's empty, too.

I think he ditched the car
and dumped the evidence.

Well, not so fast.

He left this.

(laughs)

What's with your little nut?

Possible shrapnel for an IED.

Or this is an old car
that's falling apart.

We also got this-- crumpled-up
cash receipt for Club Hardware.

I mean, this
could nail him.

What are you...
what are you doing?

Checking for drugs.

Okay, that's not why we're here.

So, if you feel
the need to swab,

maybe you can swab with this,
check for explosive residue.

You can go swab yourself.
(laughs)

Hey.

You smell that?

What?

Your Britney Spears body mist?

(laughs)

Cute.

Nah, it's something industrial.

(sniffs)
Passenger floor.

It's an organic solvent.

(sniffs)

It's not muriatic acid.

It's not ether.

Think these guys were
into meth or khat?

We're here to connect this car

to a pressure cooker bomb,
so I don't care

if they're sniffing glue
and smoking bananas.

What are you doing?

Really?

That's...

not gonna help the resale.

So, fall transcript,

electric bill.

What else can you
tell us about Raul?

Well, no hits
for fingerprints or iris scan

on any of
the usual watch lists.

The CSUN story hold up?

Yeah, he was
a registered student.

He failed Geology 101.

What kind of idiot fails
Rocks for Jocks?

The kind that's busy
building bombs.

We'll take another run at him.

HETTY:
Thank you, gentlemen.

(computer beeps)

Is that NCP code?

Mmm, old-fashioned
but effective.

A backdoor
into the Army databases

from the Middle East.

The Army?

Has fingerprints and iris scans

on every local they encounter.

Not readily available
to law enforcement.

(laughs)

Hetty, you have skills.

UCLA computer
science department.

1969.

1969?

Wasn't that the year of
the first ARPANET transmission?

Mmm, yes, it was.

NELL:
Hetty, you were there

when they invented the Internet?

Ha!

HETTY:
There it is.

See if our suspect has
a Middle Eastern pedree.

My gut tells me he's in there.

ERIC:
We are on it.

Status report, Agent Blye.

I see the convoy.

Getting into position.

All right,
let us know when you have

positive I.D.
on the White Ghost.

You see him?

Yeah, I see him.

Can you make the shot?

He's behind the truck.

Do not let him get away.
That's an order.

I got him.

Take the shot.

Take the shot, Agent Blye.

Agent Blye, take the shot.

(all yelling)

Oh, my God!

(gunfire)

I'll take "Trans-Atlantic
Treks" for $200, Alex.

And the answer is...

Ba-boo, boo, boo!

The Daily Double.
(line ringing)

What do we have, guys?

Uh, any progress
with Raul?

Uh, he's sticking to his story.

Not for long.

His biometrics
are a perfect match

to a guy by the name
of Massil Al-Hawati.

It's an intelligence file
from Iraq.

Mr. Al-Hawati is
actually from Yemen.

He was suspected of building
IEDs as a foreign fighter.

How'd he get
a passport from Ecuador?

ERIC:
Five months ago,

he flew from Tehran
to Panama.

Panama to Caracas.

Obviously made it
to Ecuador.

Where he created
a new identity and passport.

He slipped through security
at LAX without a hitch.

This is about
to get interesting.

You guys are
actually letting me go?

Your story checked out.

Sorry to trouble you.

How do I get home?

Called you a cab.

Should cover it.

You know, I-I've heard
about brutality

from American law enforcement.

But you guys aren't so bad.

Allah yatik el afyeh.

Allah yatik.

As-salamu alaykum.

CALLEN: You've spent
a lot of time in Yemen.

SAM: The al-Qatan district
of Hadramat is lovely

this time of year.
(cell phone dings)

Well, we got Mateo
at the hardware store.

Got him paying cash
for five pounds

of screws, nuts and bolts.

Still got to catch him.

What's your Wi-Fi password?

Ah, that's classified.
Are you serious?

Well, we got good 4G

if you need to check
your e-mail.

I need bandwidth
for the DEA site. Come on.

Listen,
if you want Wi-Fi,

there's a coffee shop
right down the street.

You can grab me a latte
while you're there.

Well, I am starting to see why
they don't give you a partner.

And I had a partner.

Really?

Where is he?

She.

Oh.

I get it.

You get what exactly?

Nothing.

She's on a classified mission
if you really must know.

Look, I had a partner

a long time ago, and, um,

things got... complicated.

And?

I did something stupid,
and it didn't turn out so well.

It's a long story.

After a few margaritas,
you might get it out of me.

So, what are you
actually looking for?

Score!

Clippers game?

DEA lab, chemical analysis.

The substance found
on the floor of Mateo's car...

it's a proprietary mix
of enzymes

and bacteria used
to treat septic systems,

and it is unique
to that industry.

So, you think Mateo's
cleaning septic tanks?

More likely
he's driving a truck.

You have any idea
how many septic tank companies

there are in Los Angeles?

Nope.

But I'm about to find out.

We can cut you a break
if you tell us who's with you.

We know Mateo's boss
was getting suspicious

at the fish house, so
you put an end to him.

Almost took out
a DEA agent, too.

My guess is AQAP.

Al-Qaeda
of the Arabian Peninsula.

That is quite a crew.

Looks like we got a little
sleeper cell going here, G.

Then arrest me.

So I can experience

the famous American
system of justice.

Innocent until proven guilty.

What's your plan?

I'm a tourist.

I want to travel all over
your beautiful country.

Read the Quran.

The prophet prohibits

the killing of women
and children.

Tell that to your Army.

GRANGER:
What the hell happened?

I didn't have a good shot.

Did you even take one?

Yes.
And?

And I missed, okay?
I missed.

I'm not... I...
I'm not even sure it was him.

You saw his face?

Blye!

Barely.

Was he a Westerner?
Yeah. No.

Maybe.

I don't know.
I could... I couldn't tell.

He just looked like a mooj.

But he didn't look
like Sabatino, did he?

No.

Anything else?
Yeah.

I want a detailed report
in my hands within the hour.

Fine.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

Septic tanks.

If you want yours
pumped clean in L.A.,

you've got 112 choices.

Yeah, but who's got
the best reviews on Yelp?

NELL: We've been running
facial rec

on all security cameras
near those businesses.

Two days ago,

we have this.

Voilà.

Hello, Westlake Septic Service.

Hello, Mateo.

We should probably
go pay him a visit.

ERIC:
Might not be necessary.

Yeah, we've been tracking
their trucks.

Last night, one was parked
at a closed gas station

after midnight.

Coming off the truck.

That is one big hose.

Going into the
underground tank.

What's the truck's capacity?

3,000 gallons.

DEEKS:
3,000 gallons of gasoline.

That's a pretty decent fireball.

Where is the truck now?

Don't know. Never came home.

All right, guys, track every
vehicle from Westlake Septic.

Yeah.
Sam, Callen?

You step out
when you have a chance?

They better get something
big out of this kid

before it's too late.

Eric?

ERIC:
I got the septic truck

driving south
on Lincoln Boulevard

in Playa del Rey.

Headed right for LAX.

Airport security's
on alert.

Your guy have
anything new to say?

He's clammed up.

Okay, got it.
He's passing the airport.

Looks like he's heading
for Manhattan Beach.

DEEKS:
South Bay.

TALIA:
Any events there today?

Checking.

The refineries,

the harbor...

He'd have a hard time

making it through the gates.

Our plan is to minimize
collateral damage.

We need to get them
to an unpopulated area.

SAM: Yeah, but if they
get suspicious

or we start shooting...
Ka-boom.

These guys would go up with
their truck as martyrs.

ERIC:
Oh, my.

CALLEN:
What?

The USS Iowa.

It's their anniversary festival.

That's the perfect target.

This is the
same group

that bombed the USS Cole
in Yemen.

The Iowa is expecting
5,000 guests today.

Group that size is gonna need
a lot of port-a-potties.

And a septic truck passes
right through security.

Pretends to service
the restrooms.

The blast and the fireball
takes out the crowd

and the crew.
All right.

They're gonna be
in San Pedro inside an hour.

Let's do this.

Showtime, Eric.

Stop, dog, stop.

Light's turning red.

Ready, Sam?
Good to go.

Talia?

Confirming Mateo
in the passenger side.

Driver's the fool who dropped

the fish on me.

CALLEN:
Deeks?

We got a whole wad
of plastic explosives

on the underbelly.

Give us five
seconds of cover.

(jackhammer rattling)

Sam, all yours.

Bull's-eye.

Green light.

Got it.

(jackhammer rattling)

All right, let's move it out,

but keep your distance,
everyone.

CALLEN:
Okay, we got the exit.

He's moving to the far end
of the parking lot.

He's all yours, Sam.

Looks like you guys
could use a hand.

Uh, nah,
it's okay.

Doesn't look okay.

Looks like you got
some major radiator problems.

Yeah, we know that.

SAM: You want me to get
you some water?

Get you a tow truck or...

We're good.
My friend here is a mechanic.

Oh, that's good,

'cause I'm a federal agent!

Put your hands on the hood!

Spread your feet!

Don't move!
I said hands on the hood!

(shouts)

(groans)

(gunfire)

I got the runner!

I got the bomb.

Deeks, he's coming your way.

Watch for a carjacking.

Look out for bystanders!

Copy that.
Hold on tight.

(tires squeal)

(gunshots)
Get out of the way!

Stay down!

Freeze!
(gunshots)

Get out of the car!
(woman screams)

Get out of the car!

(whimpering)
Shut up!

I got a cell phone detonator
on the truck.

I can disable it in a minute.

We may not have a minute.

He's got
his cell out.

Your shot, Deeks.

Hostage. No shot. No shot!

Damn it, he's dialing!

(woman whimpering)

Sam, get out of there now!

DEEKS:
Shooter down!

(car alarms blaring)

Lucky shot, Deeks, huh?

DEEKS:
Thanks, brother.

Sam, you good?

I'm good.

(chuckles)

What do you say we hit
the Iowa festival?

Yeah.

That's what I need right now,
is a churro.

Thanks for the ride.

It's my pleasure.

(sighs) Such a long day.
(phone buzzing)

You know, I picked up the fish
van this morning at 1:00 a.m.

Yikes.

Oh, you are gonna like this.

What do you have?

So Customs

found a plastic bag
of contraband

in tonight's seafood shipment.

Ten bucks on cocaine.
$100 bills.

(whistles)
Mm-hmm.

And that's how
they funded the sleeper cell.

You know, you can always
find some drug residue

on cash from South America.

That is actually how I got
pulled into this kettle of fish.

Ba-dum-bum.

Ba-dum-bum.

You know, uh...

you don't need me
to tell you this,

but you did good today.

Thank you.

It was good
working with you, too.

It was...

different.

Different.
Different.

That's a positive
connotation, right?

Mm-hmm.

You know, you
never finished

telling me what happened
with your old partner.

Well, you know, you, uh,
never got me liquored up.

Short version is
Sophie's choice, Morton's fork.

Kobayashi Maru.

A no-win situation.

Yeah.

And so what'd
you chose?

I chose to stay with the DEA.

I had to.

And what about your partner?

He had to leave the agency...

and me.

(clears throat)

Anyways, sorry,

I have to get
some sleep.

Of course.

You know, if you're
ever a free agent,

the DEA is really not
a bad place to work.

Okay.

Good night, partner.

I don't know
about you,

but I'm ready
for some ikura.

Ruibe.

Ika-somen.

What?

Ika-somen.
Didn't you hear?

Talia got to know
one of the sushi chefs

down at the, uh, fish market.

Not just any chef.

Nobi Kusuhara.

He's like the...

Rick James of sushi.

(laughs)

HETTY:
What better way

to celebrate a victory?

And we get our own
private tasting menu.

Just for us.

Yeah, I don't know...

CALLEN:
Deeks.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

DEEKS:
Yeah, I know,

I just, I'm kind of...

I'm just kind of beat, you know?

SAM:
Beat?

Come on, Deeks.

You'll get to meet Callen's

lady friend,

have a little sticky rice...

Okay. You know what? Yeah.

I, um... why don't you guys go,

and I'll...
maybe I'll rally later.

I'll meet you there.

HETTY:
Oh, that'll be nice.

iawase ni, Deeks-san.

And you'll hear
a lot of that

at the restaurant,
so, you know...

you should come.

(sighs)

Come on.

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DEEKS:
Six more weeks of winter.