NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 17 - Between the Lines - full transcript

What's the target?

The locals call him Spin Pairay,

the White Ghost.

You're gonna
kill him.

You see him?

KENSI:
Yeah, I see him.

Take the shot, Agent Blye.

Agent Blye, take the shot.

Ah!
(shouting in Pashto)

Oh, my God.

(automatic gunfire)



What the hell
happened?

I'm not even sure it was him.

I want a detailed report

in my hands within the hour.

Fine.

(man grunts in pain)

(groaning)

(grunts)

(panting)

(groans)

(gun cocks)
Please.

Let me make this right.

(gunfire)

MAN: Say it.
(whimpers)



Into the camera!

I'm ATF Agent Kevin Clark.

And like a-a cowardly snake

hiding in the brush,

I've been

conducting
an undercover

operation.

I am what is wrong

in this world

of hypocrisy.

Our federal ranks
have been infiltrated

and my kind

will be eliminated.

I will not be the last.

(sobbing)

I...

am a rat.

And like all rats,

I will be properly exterminated.

MAN:
Do it!

(guns cocking)
Wait. Wait, wait. No!

(groans)

♪

Boom! In and out
before 9:15 a.m.

That is how you close a case.
And I understand

that saving the day is just part of my job,
but you can thank me later

with bottomless pitchers
at O'Malley's.

What was that?

What was... what was what?
Out there.

Why'd you go?

Why did I go?
Two reasons:

one, there was an F-150
filled with explosives

barreling down at us,
and two, you said,

"Go, go, go."

He didn't mean go.
I said "go"

so that they'd show their hand.

Yeah, but that's not what you said.
It's what he didn't say.

Why didn't you just say,
"I need more time."

Because then the bad guys
would know the plan.

But shouldn't I
know the plan?

Yeah, you should know the plan.

And you should know that
sometimes the plan changes.

Okay... here's the deal.

We won, okay?
We should be feasting

on the enemy's finest
meats and cheeses.

What is the
problem here?

We need to know
you're on the same page.

We need to know you
can read our intent.

You mean your minds?

Okay, listen,
I do recognize

that you guys have developed
some sort of mutant

telepathic,
like, connection here,

but I...
Did you hear that, Sam?

Oh, yeah.
That was cute.

What was cute?

He misses her.

(laughs): Oh, my God.
Right, you're gathering that

from what I just said?

Yeah.

Well, your intent was
pretty clear to me.

Like, it's not what
you're saying, it's...

It's what you're not saying.

Exactly.

You know what?
I've always wondered

what it'd be like
to have two older brothers...

that I hated.

Now I know.

That sounds like a cry for help
from a lonely childhood.

Oh, you want to play
this game, too, Beale?

Well, if it's about the case
on deck in ops, yes.

Your childhood's gonna have
to wait. (clicks tongue)

Chop-chop.
Okay, isn't there some sort

of agent union mandate
that prohibits,

like, multiple cases without,
like, a massage in between?

Yeah, but it
doesn't matter.

You're not an agent.

I just keep opening doors, you
just keep walking through 'em.

It sounds like someone
doesn't like his job.

I think Hetty should be informed.
No, no.

No informing Hetty of anything.
No, no. That's not...

what my intent said.

What I-I meant was...
Look, if you're not cut out for the job,

I mean, I understand.
Son of a...!

This went viral two hours after
it was posted this morning.

They pulled it, but not
before it got 12,000 hits.

Warning: it's pretty graphic.

I'm a rat...

and like all rats...

I will be promptly
exterminated.

MAN:
Do it!

Wait. Wait, wait. No! No!

(gunfire)

ERIC: ATF has confirmed
the identity of the victim

as Agent Kevin Clark.

All right, why us?
Why not ATF?

NELL:
Hetty asked the same question.

Agent Clark was part
of a joint task force

investigating the Navy's concern

about sailors on shore leave

engaging in criminal activity.

Ships come into port,
guys want to see L.A.

for a little R&R.

NELL: Next thing you know, a sailor's
in over his head with gambling debt.

When he can't pay,
his family's threatened,

forcing him to smuggle guns
or fork over launch codes

for the latest nuclear subs.

ERIC: Easy target for anyone
willing to take advantage.

Hmm.

Keep me abreast
of your findings.

Will do, Hetty.

DEEKS:
So, who kills a Fed

and puts it on YouTube?
Someone who wants

to send a message--

"Back off or else."

You got to have
some serious muscle

to send a message like that.

Somebody who thinks they have
the power to take us on.

We have any idea
where this happened?

No, some sort of garage.

And, uh, no report
of a body yet.

The support beams
in this garage

are from the 1920s.

They're not retrofitted
for seismic activity.

We were able to identify
the buildings of that area

yet to be retrofitted-- they're
all in a three-block radius

of downtown's Little Tokyo.

SAM: What was Agent Clark
investigating?

Uh, still waiting
to hear from the ATF.

Little Tokyo's run
by the Black Dragons,

Gaki Boyz and Yakuza.

Check out ATF,
see what you can find.

Talk to anybody
who knows Agent Clark.

On it.

We need those addresses, Eric.

Got it.

Agent Stone is
finishing a call.

He'll be right
with you, Detective.

Thank you so much.

Really taking
advantage of that

Casual Tuesday, huh?
I'm working a biker gang

moving a ton of meth
out in Palmdale.

Mm.

Unfortunately, most
of them will get away.

Why is that?

Not enough budget
for the manpower.

We can only go after
the top guys.

They do make it
difficult, don't they?

Only if you ask
permission.

Yeah, better to beg
for forgiveness, right?

Mm. Are you here
about Clark?

I am. You, uh...

you have any idea
what he was working on?

Clark didn't like to share.

Hated to divvy up the glory.

Hopefully, that's not
what got him killed.

Not that it matters.

Either way, he's dead.

No one deserves to
go out like that.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Detective.
Not a problem.

Agent Bower was
just filling me in.

You're taking over
Clark's caseload.

Because I don't already
have enough of a backlog.

Interesting creature.

So, you got a little tension
in the ranks, huh?

Some short fuses from too much work
and not enough bodies, that's all.

Right. Agent Clark have
any leads in his investigation?

We busted some sailors
moving guns over the border.

Clark said the joint
task force had a lead,

said he'd brief me
when they could.

Never happened.

Who else knew that?

Only me.

Is that pretty standard?

I'm covering 50 operations.

12 in L.A.

Sometimes they intersect.

In an emergency, it gives our
guys plausible deniability.

Right. So they can't, uh,
tell what they don't know.

I get to go do
damage control.

I'll be happy to answer any
of your questions later.

Call me if you
think of anything.

Thank you so much
for your time.

Oh, Detective.
Yeah?

Here's something.

Clark was working without a
partner when he should've been.

Budget cuts.

Report that
to the suits upstairs.

I will. Thank you, sir.

♪ ♪

Any sign of that convoy?

No, sir.
Got a drone in the air?

We're flying a search radius

from the disabled vehicle
they abandoned.

Still nothing.

Where's Blye?

Haven't seen her yet.

Hey, Blye,
we need to talk.

(knocking)

Blye?

All right, she's not here.

You didn't see her go out?

No, sir.

Anybody seen Blye this morning?

MAN: No.
Mm-mm, no.

Mm-mm.

Find out if any vehicles
have been checked out,

or if anybody
saw her leave the base.

(sighs):
Number five.

I'm starting to think
whoever killed Agent Clark

took the body with them.

I'm getting way more familiar
with the underbelly

of Little Tokyo
than I'd like to.

Yeah. Upside is, we're near
some of the best udon in L.A.

You know where the best udon
in L.A. is, don't you?

I know where you think

the best udon is-- 30 miles
from the nearest FDA office,

in an industrial park
next to a strip club.

It does have character.

Yeah, it probably
has botulism, too.

Sam Hanna doesn't
support the little guy.

I support the
little guy.

I'm just not gonna
pay him to poison me.

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Fifth time's a charm?

If you're looking
for bullet hits.

It's definitely blood.

Where's the body?

Got drag marks.

G?

His tongue was cut out.

What do you think
blew his cover?

SAM:
Could have slipped up.

Yeah, or he was served up.

What do you got?

Possible lead?

Blank on the other side.

Except for
the matrix barcode.

(chirps)

It's asking for a password.

Sounds like a job
for Eric and Nell.

(thudding)

Stop! Federal agents!

Split up!

(panting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(gasps)

SAM:
Like I said,

federal agents.

Jason Anakawa.

Vandalism,
petty theft,

public indecency?

Really?

What were you doing
down at the garage?

Practicing my Parkour?

Yeah? You need to start
practicing your lying, too.

I guess we can add murder
to the list, huh?

I didn't murder
Agent Clark.

Who's Agent Clark?

I didn't mention Agent Clark.
Did you?

I didn't say a word
about an Agent Clark.

I got to admit, now I'm curious.

I'm a member
of the 3rd Street Gaki Boyz.

I was Agent Clark's in.

You're a snitch?

Informant.

Excuse me. Informant.

Couldn't say anything
at the garage.

They have eyes everywhere.

So, what are you doing
down there?

Heard what happened.

I was looking for him.

How'd you know
where to find him?

A suspected gang informant
got merc'd

two weeks ago
at that same spot.

Who killed Agent Clark?

I don't know for sure,

but that's
the Gaki Boyz style.

Why would the Gaki Boyz
want Agent Clark dead?

They don't.

If it was us, we were just
carrying out orders.

Carrying out orders from who?

The Yakuza.

They run everything
from 3rd Street to Broadway.

You seem to know the area
pretty well.

Grew up there.

My dad owned a bar and worked
his ass off for 30 years,

but barely saw a profit.

Paying protection to gangs

like the Yakuza.

It literally killed him.

So, how did you end up
with the Gaki Boyz?

After my father died,

I lost it for a while.

Got in with the wrong crowd.

Made mistakes.

You know?

So, why the sudden
change of heart?

Some of the Boyz
were shaking down a store owner,

and it all came rushing back.

What those guys did
to my father.

At that moment,
I promised myself

I'd do something about it.

How'd you meet Agent Clark?

He had a chance to bust me,
and let me go.

Said he saw something in me.

Reached out one day
and asked me to work for him.

Said I could redeem myself.

You have any idea
how his cover got blown?

I'll tell you what I know,

but you got to get me back
to the streets ASAP.

The longer I'm in here,
the worse it's gonna be.

If somebody saw you,

then, you're probably safer
in here with us.

Yeah, I'd rather take my chances
out there.

Clark was good to me.

If I can help you take down
who did this, I will.

Hey, any news?

Yeah, I checked it out.

Seems Agent Clark and
Agent Bower had a beef.

Clark notified
the media of a bust

which tipped off
the bad guys.

No arrests were made.

So, maybe Bower had
an axe to grind.

Anything else?

Nothing yet.

But, look,
whoever killed Agent Clark knew

that building was
a security camera blind spot.

Anything from ATF?

I think Clark may have
fallen through the cracks.

They have a lot
going on over there.

You know, actually,
Stone mentioned

that Clark was working
without a partner.

Maybe he tried to alert somebody
when things started to go bad.

Mm. Well, if ATF is backlogged,

then, yeah,
they could have missed it.

All right, so, I'll search
for any transmissions

or phone messages that were sent
by Clark before he was killed.

Great.
Okay.

Is there anything else?

Um...

yeah. Did...? Sorry.

Um, have you...?

Have you had any contact
with Kensi?

Uh... no, actually.

I haven't heard from her
for a day or two.

Why? What's up?

Nothing. I just,
I can't reach her.

Well... I imagine she's safe.

(laughs quietly)

I mean, she's a big girl.

(hoofbeats approaching)

(men speaking Pashto,
gun chambers clicking)

(horse sputters)
(speaking Pashto)

(speaking Pashto)

(sighs)

CALLEN:
Anything?

Yeah, we thought the ATF
may have missed something.

And they did.

Agent Clark had to know
the meeting place,

because he set up a surveillance
camera that automatically

uploaded the photos
to a drop box.

The photos were never opened.

Who's the guy
talking to Agent Clark?

I'm pulling it up now.

(beep, Nell sighs)

I got a facial match.

Me Tommy Walker.

Career criminal in the making.

Can you find him?

I can try.

How'd you guys make out?

Agent Clark was looking
into the Yakuza.

Turns out, they
own the building

where we found his body.

He also had an informant
embedded with the Gaki Boyz.

Gaki Boyz. That's hardcore.

Okay, Walker just
used his debit card

at a bar in West Hills
26 minutes ago.

Well, let's hope he drinks slow.

I'm on it.
ERIC: Wait.

You guys have to see this.

(two beeps)

This happened
30 minutes ago.

The guy in the black
shirt running the show--

that's Takashi Shiro,

fastest rise to boss
within the Yakuza family.

SAM:
Who's this guy they grabbed?

Agent Stone. ATF.

(men speaking Pashto)

(speaking Pashto)

(gasps quietly)

SAM:
What do we know about Shiro?

Bad Guy Hall of Fame candidate.

Wanted globally
for racketeering,

arms smuggling and murder.

The big guy
next to him--

that's his bloodthirsty
bodyguard, Cho Yamamoto.

And no I.D. on
the third guy.

Okay. Thanks.
LAPD's on the scene.

They're going to call us
if they find anything.

All right.

I want access to every
available camera in the area.

Think. Why Stone? Why now?

Well, Stone told Deeks
he was the only one privy

to Agent Clark's investigation.

They could have
forced Agent Clark

to give up Stone
before they killed him.

Stone was working on dozens
of different undercover ops.

And if they torture Stone

to give up
those other operatives...

We could be looking

at gangland executions
of dozens of agents.

We're going to have
to shut down every operation

we're running with the ATF.

Years of undercover work wasted.

I'm open to suggestions.

(sighs)

Very well. We have no choice.

We can't risk the chance
that they've been made.

Hetty, give us
a little more time.

Time is the one thing
we don't have very much of.

At least give us till end of day
before you pull the trigger.

All right, but if any other
operation is compromised...

I know. You pull 'em out.

If it's not already too late.

Don't waste our time,
we won't waste yours.

We know you set
up Agent Clark.

Whatevs, man. I have no clue
what you're talking about.

You know him.

You got a federal agent
murdered.

I'm talking no parole.

Mm. Once he's locked up,

maybe he can start
his own reality show.

Real Housewives
of Cell Block 2.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I didn't know dude was a Fed.

Straight up, you know?

No.
You're dumber than you look.

What do you do for the Yakuza?

Look... look, man.

I'm just a street-level
independent contractor,

all right? The "company"

provides a service that targets
sailors looking for thrills.

When they hit the shores looking
for a good time, boom!

The company gives it to 'em.

Big-time.
Anything you can think of.

Gambling, girls...

Drugs?

What are you into anyway,
big man? Hmm?

Goth Lolitas? We got them, too.

What is this?

(chuckles) Just the key to the best time
of your life.

The cards get passed out
when the ships come in.

If they're interested,
they zap that with their phone

and it's on
and poppin'.

Where do we get the password?

Yours truly.

You enter the password,
choose what you want

from a dropdown list
and, blam, you get hooked up.

Easy peasy.

20th century technology, baby.

This is the 21st century, baby.

Whatever, man.

Look, all I know
is that it works.

We got a pickup
service and everything.

Guys can't
navigate Obamacare

but they can get a
hooker in two minutes.

Know what I'm sayin', big man?

Put your hands down.
Okay.

I'm starting to see why they
take guys to the garage.

How'd they make Agent Clark?

I don't know, man,
but this time it was different.

How so?

Usually the guys hit me up
for the password

and I send 'em on their way.

I was told to pick up
that dude personally.

By who?

Seriously?

This is the Ya-ku-za.

Cool suits,

missing fingers,
appetite for murder?

(scoffs) You don't ask guys
like that questions.

I just answer the phone
and do whatever the dude

on the other end tells me to.

Excuse me, G.

Password.

Now.

Check out them Goth Lolitas,
bro.

Shut up and write the password down, man.
Hey, man, dang. Come on.

Look, just know that if you go
into one of their buildings,

you're in.

I'm talking lockdown.

This better work.

It will.

(door closes)

You believe him?

Eh, it's the best lead we got.

Besides, he's not smart enough
to lie.

(beep)

CALLEN: All right, Sam,
what are you thinking?

Underage girls,
overpriced drugs

or crooked dice?

Let's roll the dice.

(beeping)
Damn, he wasn't kidding.

This is high-tech.

We're set for a pickup in
Hollywood in one hour.

How we looking, fellas?

Well, it's quiet on this end.

I still think I make
a better sailor than you.

I am a sailor.

Exactly. Too close to it.

Nobody's buying you as Navy.

Unless it's Old Navy.

(chuckles)

If you guys are done talking
about your feelings,

you should probably pay
attention to the town car

approaching
from the west.

Why don't you get yourself
in character, huh?

It's not a character.
(chuckles)

Thank you.

Whew. Feeling lucky today,
you know? (starts engine)

CALLEN: Guys, get us everything you can
on that building.

We're pulling in to a garage
across the street.

Activating Geospatial
Information Fusion Technology.

NELL: Uh, wouldn't it be easier
to just say

"GIFT"?

Yeah, but it's not
nearly as Star Trek-ish.

You're right.
(chuckles)

Okay, so the building
has seven floors.

Uh, most all access points
were sealed

years ago except,
of course,

for the side entrance
where they took Sam.

ERIC: And it looks
like the Monroe Group

owns that building and all the
surrounding buildings as well.

Okay, guys, just so you know,

it looks like there's been
nearly a dozen investigations

trying to implicate
the Monroe Group as a front

for a Yakuza crime family.

CALLEN:
Thanks, Nell.

Okay, I'm going crazy
sitting in here.

I think I'm gonna do a lap,
see what I can see.

Don't talk to strangers.

Thanks, Dad.

(door opening)
Damn it. I got company.

Clear in the back.
Heading to the front.

No, no, no.

Um, guys, we got a little bit
of a situation here.

Yeah, Clark's informant,
Anakawa?

They killed him.

So much for
redemption.

How do you think
they get on to him?

Maybe Stone's talking.

Yeah, but Stone hadn't heard
from Agent Clark,

so there's no way
he could've known

that Clark was using Jason
as an informant.

Then either Clark gave up Jason
before he was killed...

or the Yakuza saw Jason talking
to us at the garage.

Which could mean...

Sam could be walking
into a trap.

♪
♪
(indistinct chatter)

Seven out!

All right.

Here. Take care of me, baby.

Hook me up.
My pleasure.

(chuckles) Or yours.
(chuckles)

Handsome new shooter
coming out.

Mm.

Let me see, let me see,
let me see. Let me see.

(mumbles)

Thank you, Betty.
(cheering)

Gonna make
some money?

You look like you need
some money. (chuckles)

DEALER: Winner!
Oh! Oh!

Huh? I'm just getting started.

Sam, we just found
Jason Anakawa's body

behind the building. We may
have been made at the garage.

Let's get you
out of there.

Ooh... kay.

Winner!
Oh! Oh!

Sam, do you copy?

Nobody's home.

Eric, I need
eyes and ears.

I'm working on it.

Looks like the building
is using a scrambler.

I'm trying to boost the signal
but... this is gonna take time.

We can't just leave
him in there.

Comms go down, no matter what,

you get three cycles to check in
before we go in guns blazing.

To hell with cycles.

These guys have no problem
killing people.

We have to give Sam
a chance to do his job.

Okay, okay.

We also need to find a way
to get in there if he needs us.

Keep an eye on the front.
Got it.

Eric, I need roof access
at my location.

(speaking Japanese)

All kind of action in here.

You have no idea.

Really?

Ready? You ready?

Yeah?

(cheering)

Lucky seven!

See?
That's what I'm talking about.

I do this all day.

I do this all day long!

A man with staying power.

You have no idea, all right?

You know what? For the table.

Here, all right. That's for you.
Aw.

Uh, bathroom?

All right, pass my roll.

I'll be back, okay?
Don't be long.

We don't want the dice
to cool off.

That's impossible.
I'm on fire, baby.

Don't you agree?

(chuckles)
Yeah.

Gentlemen.

ERIC: Callen, the door on your right,
it leads to the roof.

Deeks, back to me.

All right, copy that.

Right behind you.

Yo, how much to
get back here?

VIPs only.

Come on, man. You got
the Goth Lolitas back there?

How much? Come on, man.

(grunting)

(buzzing)
(grunts)

(neck cracks)

Federal agents. Put your
hands where I can see 'em

and you turn
around slowly.

(quietly): I'm ATF. And get
down, so they don't see you.

Bower,

what the hell are you
doing here, man?

After Stone got grabbed, I took
a look through Clark's files.

His notes led me
to this building.

(sighs)
Clark may have been an ass,

but I'm not gonna stand by while
it's open season on our agents.

We still got
a man inside.

Well, I hope you
can get him out.

Something's got them buzzing.

Right there.

Third guy just
bolted back inside.

Two guards
left out front.

This might be
our best chance.

(panting)

(grunting)

(pants)

Hey.

Hey, hey.
(Sam softly grunts)

Hey, hey,

please tell me
that you're a cop.

(Sam groans)

Is that what I think it is?

(sighs) Yeah.

It's an execution station.

(sighs) I can't
reestablish communication.

Sam's missed his
third check-in cycle.

I'll notify Hetty.

Consider me notified.

Contact the ATF task force.

Inform them they've been
compromised.

I want every undercover agent

extracted immediately.

Which operation?
All of them.

Okay.

(phone line ringing)

Time's up. No word from Sam.

CALLEN: There's got to be another
way in to this place...

...and I think I just found it.

I'm gonna need a diversion.

That's what
I'm talking about.

Is there a plan
or we freestyling?

Oh, there's always a plan.

(grunts)

(panting)

My name is John Stone.
I'm an ATF agent.

Please tell me that someone

knows you're here.

I'm just a Navy guy
with a dice addiction.

Then why'd they
throw you in here?

I was up pretty big.

Maybe they thought
I was cheating.

I-I don't know how much
longer I can hold out.

I already...

...I already gave up two names.

They killed them both.

They cut one of my guy's
tongues out.

Look...

I understand the importance
of maintaining an undercover,

but if you are a LEO, we...

we have got to get out of here.

We've got to get out of here.

You're right about one thing.

It's... time to get out of here.

Get up.

Um, Callen,

if... if you're thinking
what I think you're thinking,

I highly advise against it.

That is a live power line that
hasn't been serviced in years.

Besides, the line
is not designed

to hold your body weight.

ERIC:
Not to mention, if you touch

an exposed section,
you're toast.

Can you shut it down?

I mean... Not without
shutting down the power

in the whole building.
It'll alert them all inside.

CALLEN: Keep working on trying
to contact Sam.

Deeks, now would be a good time.

(engine revs)

(horn honking)

(groaning)

You got to call
an ambulance, man.

You have to get
out of here, now.

I think I have some
internal bleeding.

Not my problem. Now, move.
I know I'm, like, bleeding out.

I think I punctured a lung.

Get out of here,
right now.

I can't.

Everything's going black.

I think... I'll pass out...

Let's move him
to the alley.

(grunting)

We got to move
that car, too.

Aah!

(grunts)

Oh!

(gasping)

Got three agents inside,
we can't wait for backup.

Let's do it.

On me.

(lock clicking)

(grunts)
Aah, oh!

Oh!

(sniffs)

No way out.

Here. You're
hurt pretty bad.

You take it.

Help me get this tape off.

What are you doing?
Only a cop moves like that.

Or an agent.

How much do they know?

Nice plan.

You bust yourself up,
play victim.

Then, if I'm a cop,
I save you.

(grunts)
Oh!

(rapid gunfire)

(gunshots)
Aah!

Sounds like the cavalry.

Turn around.

(whooping,
indistinct conversations)

There's Shiro.
I see him.

BOWER: Federal agents.
(screaming, gunshots)

Don't even think about it.
On your knees, right now.

Put your hands up.

Hands.

Drop it, Stone.

If you want him to live,
I suggest you drop it.

Last chance. Gun down, now.

SAM:
Don't.

He can't shoot
a federal agent.

I can.

And will.

CALLEN:
Okay.

STONE:
Hands up.

Walk to me.
Walk to me.

In the room.

Go.

Go, go, go.

Move.

Why?

I'm tired of fighting the fight.

Never enough money, never
enough men, it's never enough.

Do you have any idea how much
money they're paying me?

A lifetime's salary
for a little bit of information.

What about your brothers
in the field, huh?

We knew what we
signed up for, right?

I think we got enough.

Yeah, it was pretty cut dry.

(clicking)

Bullets help.

(grunts) Oh!

(grunting):
Okay.

That's pretty slick.

When did you know?

Stone was the only possible
link between Clark and his informant.

Aah!

You?

Yeah, I had
my suspicions.

Agent Clark's tongue.

No way he could've known about
that without being there. (groaning)

Who else did you give up?
Aah!

Nobody.

I don't believe him, Sam.

(grunting) How many other agents
did you give up?

Just the two,
it was just the two.

The Yakuza were
supposed to send payment

and I promised them
other names after the payment.

Aah.

If another agent
turns up dead,

we're gonna make
a video of our own.

(dripping water echoes)

(speaks Pashto)

Do you speak English?

My name is Kensi Blye.

(speaking Pashto)

Wait a minute, wait.

I need to speak to the one
they call the White Ghost.

(sniffs) Ugh.

Oh, man, I would have paid
anything to see the look

on Stone's face when you
dropped those bullets.

CALLEN: Classic.
HETTY: Bravo,

gentlemen.
Our undercover

operations are secure.

Thanks to you all.

Just doing what we do.

If Eric shows up
with another case,

just do me a favor
and shoot him.

Yeah? 'Cause I'm exhausted.

I did more work
today than

the Beverly Hills PD
do in a week.

I'm sorry, Mr. Deeks,
I didn't realize

that you were
feeling... overloaded.

No, no... I didn't mean...

It would appear that
you don't appreciate

your employment status.

Uh... No, no.
That's not what I... I meant,

I just meant that... Little...
Can I have some help here, guys?

Hetty, I-I just
wanted to say:

we love our jobs.

Headed home to finish
some paperwork right now.

CALLEN: Mm-hmm.

DEEKS: We got...
You guys got my six, right?

Hey, what happened
to "brothers in arms"?

Guys?

You do realize my six
is behind my back

and not down the tunnel, right?

You were saying?

Uh...

I was... Yeah, no, I was
just saying how much I...

care and appreciate my,
uh, employment status.

That's what I thought.

HETTY: Now, get your damn feet
off the desk.