NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 18 - Zero Days - full transcript

While Eric and Ira, a college buddy and a hacker for hire, play an online game from different places, a sniper shoots through one of Ira's windows, thugs break into his pad, and he disappears. Meanwhile Granger in Afghanistan finds Kensi's sat phone, then she chats with a former friend. G and Sam meet Ira, who resists questioning at the shed, but Nell lends her touch; Nell says that Ira found and exploited a weakness in the Russian GPS system, which, in the event of a war, would allow a hacker to divert or redirect Russian missiles; G tells that Ira did his work for a private firm, to which Ira has sent his work product; G, Sam, and Deeks visit the firm; Eric finds the bad guy, so the gang pursue him and a flash drive; they find the man but lose the drive, now in the hands of other bad guys; Nell says that Chechnyan separatists are behind the activity; Eric and Ira cooperate on a roof, and everything works out; Granger contacts Hetty about Kensi.

Whoa! Close one.

But, alas, my friend,
not close enough.

(laughing):
Oh, ouch.

Sorry, buddy.

Uh, you want to go again?

MAN:
Oh, yeah.

Okay. It's your funeral.

(whooshing)
Oh. Mm.

Uh, by the way...

Yeah?

I'm hitting the club tonight.
You want in?



Uh...
For once?

I don't know.

Come on! I'm celebrating.

Celebrating what?

You know I can't talk about it.

Oh, yeah. Why not?

Confidentiality agreements.

(indistinct voice
through headset)

Well, if I told you,
then I would have to...

kill you, which I just did!

Oh, man! Oh.
Just...

Whoa!
(bullets clinking glass)

(grunts)

Someone's shooting at me!



That's why it's called (panting)
a first-person shooter.

No, this is not a game!
Please call the police.

What? Ira? Hello?

(panting)

(beep)
Erase. Erase!

(panting, beeping)

(gasps)

(grunting)

(door creaks open)

MAN (through headset):
Hello?

Hello?

Ira, what's going on?

Ira?

Come on, is this a joke?

Hey, Ira, are you okay?

(loud static)

Ira?



(clears throat)

Oh.

It's 8:00
in the morning.

You know where
your partner is?

I could ask you
the same thing.

Well, not really,
'cause, technically,

it's not 8:00 in the morning
in Afghanistan.

It's 8:30 p.m.

So, turns out,
I know where my partner is

in both space and time.

Deeks, G is fine.

In fact, I'd wager to say
he's more than fine.

What does that mean? Wait.

Does that mean
what I think it means?

G had a date
with Joelle last night.

Now he's late for
work this morning.

You get the picture.

Oh, I get the picture.

Downloading now.
(sighs)

Delete. Delete.

Save. Clear history.

(laughs)

You know, I hate to say I
was right, but I was right.

What are you talking about?

I thought it was Michelle
that set them up.

Where'd you hear that?
(clears throat)

Nell.

Nell? What does
Nell know about it?

Nell knows everything
about everything mostly.

Look,

Michelle submitted
an endorsement.

You know, anyone can endorse
something, but it takes

a cunning strategist
to put the pieces into play.

Oh, you mean Hetty?

Again, this is

all just coming from Nell.

(laughing)

Okay, I admit, Hetty had a part.

But it was a
small part.

Miniscule.

Small,

Mr. Hanna?

You ought to know by now
that I do nothing small.

Huh.

I haven't seen Mr. Callen yet
this morning.

Is he all right?

Yeah, he's... he's fine.

He's more than fine.

Hmm.
He had a bit of

car trouble this morning.

He'll, uh, be in later.

We got a case?

Yes, yes. Miss Jones will
brief you up in Ops.

Not you, however. You're
needed elsewhere, Mr. Deeks.

DEEKS:
Okay.

The last time you said that,

somebody ended up
in a different time zone.

Hmm.

MAN:
Sir?

Over here.

Got a sat phone.

Don't touch it.

Keep searching this area.
Yes, sir.

(helicopter whirring)

(beep, line ringing)

Booker, we found Blye's phone.

Looks like she ditched it
purposely,

maybe to let us know
where she was heading.

Has anybody seen
or heard from Sabatino?

No.

Well, keep looking, this sector.

You got it.

(beep)

(men speaking Pashto)

(chain jangling)

(grunting)

(men continue speaking Pashto)

Jack!

What?
Jack, it's Kensi.

I'm here!

(speaking Pashto)
No!

Jack?!

Jack!

(men speaking Pashto,
Kensi panting)

Last night, a downtown loft
belonging to one Ira Wells was

shot up by a sniper.

Nell, where's Eric?

LAPD found blood

but no body.

Okay. Where did Hetty send Deeks?
Mr. Wells

is a hacker for hire.

He specializes in...

Earth to Nell.

Where is everyone?

Hetty sent Deeks
to retrieve Eric.

He's a witness in this case.

A witness how?

Ira and Eric are
college friends.

They were chatting
in an online game last night

when the attack occurred.

Okay, and how does
this concern NCIS?

Well, as I was saying,

Ira is a hacker for hire.

He specializes
in finding zero days.

You know, um, code flaws
in computer systems.

So, you think he was targeted
for something he was working on?

Ira works a ton for the DOD.

This could be a matter
of national security.

Which is why we have
to find Ira ASAP.

All right, G's pulling in.

I'm gonna brief him
on the way to the loft.

Then I want
to talk to our witness.

(buzzer sounds,
distant shouting)

(door slams shut)

(snoring)

Hi. Hi. Excuse me. Um...

(distant shouting)

(Eric sighs)

MAN: Beale, your
lawyer's here.

Oh, thank God.

(chuckling)
Oh, no.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait. Sorry.

This is just, uh...
that's just too good.

Wait.
Smile.

No!
Wait.

No.
(laughing) Let's go.

So, uh, help me wrap
my head around this.

You showed up to
a crime scene alone

with no ID, wearing
polar bear pajamas.

Look, I don't know
what happened, all right?

Ira and I were playing
this game,

and suddenly I hr all
this banging and crashing,

and I'm like, "Okay,
he's pranking me""

But then I'm like, "No, no,
no, that sounds too real""

Mm-hmm.
So, I go

over to his place,
there's cops everywhere.

I'm trying to tell
them what I heard.

Right.
This detective

sets his coffee
down right on top

of Ira's Cisco
5500-X Firewall,

which is like using a
Rembrandt as a coaster.

Totally.
So,

long story short, I get arrested

for tampering
with a crime scene.

Mm-hmm. Let me just let you in
on a little bit of advice.

Don't mess with a cop's coffee.

You're lucky
you didn't get shot.

Hey.

Yeah?

How mad is she?

Scale of one to ten? 13.

SAM:
Car trouble.

Really?
Really.

I just gave that
excuse to Hetty.

Now you're gonna use it on me?
It's not an excuse.

Jo's car wouldn't start. I drove
her to work. End of story.

I'm thinking her car trouble
was more car absence,

which means she was at
your place all night.

What do you think
about that?

I think maybe you've been
married a little bit too long,

and you're trying to live
vicariously through me.

That's what I think.

(laughs)

All I'm saying is,
you're welcome.

Thank your wife for me.

She was the mastermind.

Wow.

I'm starting to think Eric
made the wrong career move.

Zero days are
a lucrative business.

Some sell for over a half a million.
Hmm.

Something tells me
Ira's not gonna get paid

for this one, though.

I don't think so.

All right.

Sniper was positioned
on the rooftop over there.

LAPD didn't find any brass.
Cameras, either.

Neighbor down the hall

called the cops, said she saw
armed men in the hallway.

All right, so
the sniper takes out Ira.

Those guys come in
and pick up the zero day.

Got fresh blood.

(door opening)

You said LAPD cleared out.

(panting)

Federal agents!

Don't!

Come down the steps.

Careful.

Put the bag down.

Please don't shoot me.

Relax, Ira.
We're federal agents.

So were the guys who tried
to kill me last night.

Will I have a scar?

I don't know.
Do you want a scar?

Could really up my game
with the ladies.

Then you'll have one.

I'll make sure of it.

Ira,

our military trains
the best of the best.

Which means, when
we want someone dead,

they're dead, yet here you are.

Yeah, and how lucky for you,

because you didn't get
what you wanted

from my computers, did you?

I wiped them clean

and slipped away in the dark.

You slipped out in the night.

But you still needed some cash
for the road, though, huh?

Where were you thinking?

Morocco? China?

Russia's nice, too.

(laughs)
Ira,

I get it.

You're scared.

Somebody tried to kill you.

But I can't help you if
you don't talk to me.

Now, what does this zero day do?

You're right, Agent Hanna.

I am scared.

But I'm not stupid.

If I give up the zero day,
then you don't need me anymore.

And this time,
I'm betting you won't miss.

(sighs)

Guy's definitely got an ego.

(scoffs) Guy thinks he's the center
of a government conspiracy.

Where I come from,
we call that delusional.

Well, in all fairness,
a sniper tried to take him out.

Maybe he's not
that far off base.

Well, the bottom line is,
Ira doesn't trust us enough

to tell us what the zero day is.

All right,
so how do we get him to talk?

The guy wants a conspiracy.

Let's give him one.

Okay, Ira,
what are you hiding?

(door slides open)

Looking through a few files here
and...

didn't mean to do that.

This day just keeps
getting better and better.

Aw,

I'm sorry.

What did Hetty say?

Nothing.

She just sat there
and stared at me,

didn't say a word.

I think I felt something die inside.
Aw.

It's probably
just the prison food.

(chuckles)

While you were in the slammer, I
took a look at Ira's computers.

Wiped clean, just like he said.
Well,

he's got state-of-the-art
data-shredding software.

Whoever tried to kill Ira

couldn't have found
the zero day.

At least not yet.
Mmm.

Bad news is, we still have
no idea what it is.

Ms. Jones, Mr. Beale,
your presence is required

at the boatshed to assist
in Mr. Wells' interrogation.

You don't give up, do you?
It's out of my hands.

I'm turning you over to the DOD.

What? No. L... I want
my phone call, Agent Hanna!

I-I want my phone...
I assure you, Mr. Wells, you'll have

your phone call just as
soon as we can straighten

a few things out.

Stephanie Prim, Department of...

Oh, you're
bleeding. This man

needs a hospital, Agent Hanna.

It's just a flesh wound.
I dressed it myself.

Oh. I didn't realize
you were a doctor as well.

I'm done with you.
I'd like to speak

with your superior.

Now.

And shut the door.

That's right.

Close it.

Now...
Um, actually, I'm okay,

Ms. Prim. Really,
it's-it's superficial.

(chuckles) Just looks worse than it is.
Well,

you are a brave man.

And I sincerely apologize
for your treatment thus far.

(sighs)

Now...

...we believe you may
be able to help us

with a matter of
national security.

Do you know this man?

Hmm? Oh. Uh,

yeah.

That's Eric Beale. I-I went
to college with him. Why?

We arrested Mr. Beale
this morning

on charges of cyberterrorism.

(chuckles)

Beale?

A terrorist?
We have

documentation showing he hacked

a high-level Pentagon
e-mail address,

which he then used
to enlist your services.

We believe he was planning
to auction your zero day

off to the highest bidder.

This doesn't make any sense.

I mean,
why would Beale hire someone

when he could just do the job
himself?

He's
a skilled hacker.

Clearly not as skilled as you.

Ira.

W...

(chuckles)

(speaking indistinctly)

She's good.

Scary good.

Ira, we need to know

exactly what Mr. Beale
asked you to find.

Lives could be at stake.

(grunting)

(man speaking Pashto outside)

(grunts)
(man speaking Pashto)

(shouts, groaning)

Jack?

Jack.

(panting)

Hey. Hey.

Open your eyes
if you can hear me.

Jack. Hi.
Mm.

(speaks indistinctly, groans)

I think they busted some ribs.
(grunting)

(panting)

What the hell are
you doing here?

I... uh...

I-I came here to, um...

What are you doing here?

I heard you'd been captured.
I was trying to...

talk them into releasing you.

I thought you were dead.

Yeah, well...
(groans)

I got a feeling we both might
be before the night's over.

NELL: Ira's zero day exploits
a weakness in GLONASS,

or Global Navigation
Satellite System.

Russian GPS.

Yes.

Uh, the flaw that Ira
found allows access

to the base code that
assigns coordinates

to GLONASS monitoring stations
around the world.

NELL:
Meaning that a hacker

could trick the system
into thinking

Moscow was in New Jersey.
DEEKS: I'm guessing this is

affecting more than just Russian
Yelpers looking for stroganoff?

ERIC: Uh,

no. It is also the system that
guides their nuclear missiles.

Ah.
NELL: And if someone were

to exploit this zero day,
they could potentially divert

the missiles to any target
of their choosing.

SAM: Makes sense

the Department of Defense would
want to take advantage of that

in the event of a war.

Except the DOD
didn't hire Ira.

Hetty and I have been
on the phone all morning

with over a dozen
senior officials.

They've never heard
of this zero day.

ERIC:
So...

what does that mean?

It means someone else is trying
to gain access

to Russia's missile guidance
system.

NELL: According to Ira, the deal
for the GLONASS zero day

was set up
through Neidra Industries.

The government contractor?
I thought their focus

was cyber warfare.
Well, that's essentially

what zero days are.
So Neidra acts as the middleman

between the buyers
and the hackers.

It's become a profitable
business in recent years.

CALLEN: So either

someone approached Neidra
posing as the DOD...

Or someone inside the company
is working

for our mysterious third party.

NELL: And unfortunately,
Ira was bluffing

about wiping the zero day.

Last night, he sent it to Neidra
through a secure router.

So it should be sitting
on their server.

If someone hasn't
retrieved it already.

We need to get inside
and secure the zero day.

Can't we just order them
to give us access?

They are a government contractor.
DEEKS: No,

there's too many laws
protecting corporate data.

The legit approach
could take days.

And it could spook
the inside man.

So we go in
under the radar,

access the server
without anyone knowing.

NELL: Yeah,

that's not gonna be easy.
Neidra employs

state-of-the-art
security measures

around all
of their servers,

so you won't get anywhere
near them, let alone a computer

with access to them.
SAM: Well, the company

makes money finding flaws.
Makes sense they'd be flawless.

Well, maybe we can use that
to our advantage.

ERIC:
Look, Ira,

I'm sorry we had
to lie to you.

We just needed
some answers fast.

In retrospect, I should
have known it was a scam.

I mean, you?

A terrorist?

But she had me going.

Guess I'm just a sucker
for a pretty face.

(whispering): Look, you know
you can't trust 'em.

The government.

The people
you work for.

You're just a cog
in their machine.

Ira...
If you want to have control,

I mean, make a real difference
and some money, too,

work freelance with me.

Are you serious?

You know we would be
a great team again.

Yeah, we would.

But I-I make a big
difference here at NCIS.

Do they know that?

Here.

(slurping)

Mmm. Manena.

Thank you.

Who knows you're here?

My unit knows
I'm in Afghanistan,

but nobody knows
I came looking for you.

You shouldn't have.

My mission was to kill you.

Why?

Because you've been helping
the militants.

That's not true.

S...

So you're not the one they call
the White Ghost, Spin Pairay?

The only ones I help
are the people from my village.

(stammers, sighs)

Okay, I'm sorry.

Your village,
Jack?

Who are you?
You've been gone for nine years.

Something inside me broke
when I was here.

Well, you know we could've
worked through this together,

right? You and me?
The way it used to be?

I tried. I tried.
No, you didn't try hard enough.

I-I thought if I came here,
We could've done this together.

I could find what I lost.

And what I found was...

simplicity
and...

purity of
existence.

It was as if...
everything

from my past just-just fell away
and I was free.

Free from me.

From everything.

I'm not

the man you remember.

The man who said he loved me?

Who asked me to marry him?

That...

that part of me is gone.

I converted
to Islam,

was eventually
accepted

by one
of the more moderate tribes.

For the first time
in my life,

even in a world...
ravaged by war,

I found peace inside.

And out.

I...

I fell in love.

(exhales)

Her name
was Mastanah.

Eventually we-we married

and had a child,
(exhales)

Belourine.

And your wife?

She was...

she was killed
in a drone strike.

I'm sorry.

I... alerted the
U.S. authorities,

and their response was
to send a CIA operative

to try and recruit me.

I only cooperated
enough to protect

my tribe. I have no interest
in-in revenge or...

or violence.

Hey, there's one thing
I learned.

It's that no one wins a war.

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct, distant chatter)

Hi. How can I help you?

Uh, Dexter Hughes.

I'm here to see your CEO,
Lance Witten.

(computer trilling)

I'm sorry. I'm not seeing
an appointment here.

Yeah. That's 'cause I didn't make one,
but he's gonna want to see me.

Well, unfortunately,
Mr. Witten is in a meeting.

Mm-hmm. Pull him out.

Tell Lance that

if he doesn't come see me
right now,

his company is gonna be gone
by the time his meeting's over.

Oh, and if he needs
any more convincing,

why don't you just
show him... this?

Thanks.

SAM:
You know what to do?

It's not rocket science.

I'm waiting.

(beep)

Look at that. Huh?

G, I'm in position.

Copy that.

This some sort of joke?

On the contrary, Lance.

This is your most important
meeting of the day.

You think you can scare me
with a few numbers?

No.

Not just numbers, Lance.

The-the, uh, password
to your e-mail, but

you know that.

From last month.
Change it weekly.

What do you want?

I want the same thing you want.
(trilling)

To ensure
the security and success

of Neidra Industries.

ERIC:
All right, we got a thumb.

Sending it to you now, Sam.

(trilling, beep)

(beep, chirping)

(beep)

Good to go.

Right.

You got nothing.

I'll tell you what, Lance.

Why don't I just show you?

(electrical hiss, clacking)

(clacking)
WOMAN: What happened?

(electrical buzzing, clack)

Okay, Sam, you
have 25 seconds

till the backup generators
kick in.

(indistinct,
overlapping chatter)

Well,

seems I found a zero day
in your own security system.

I would be willing
to sell this to you.

Or I could pop over
to one of your competitors,

see if maybe
they're interested.

(chuckling)

You think
you're the first person

who's tried
to scam this company?

I bet you got somebody outside
tampering with the power box.

(beep)
Get security in here.

Sam,

you've got...
SAM: 15 seconds.

My internal clock
is perfect, Nell.

Okay.

Optical tap in place.

Seven seconds. Get out.

Three, two,

one.

(buzzer sounds)

Lasers, man.

I hate freakin' lasers.

(sighs)

Fine, Lance.
You don't believe me?

Why don't you check
your servers?

My servers are fine.

Get him out of here.

Suit yourself.

It's okay.

ERIC:
Witten took the bait.

He's accessing the servers now.

And thanks to the optical tap
that Sam put in place,

I am... right behind him.

Okay, searching
for Ira's zero day.

(beep)

It was just downloaded
this morning

onto a USB drive by...

(phone buzzing)

...Jeffrey Taylor.

And he works
in client services.

And get this.

He's accumulated

over a hundred grand
in credit card debt.

(beeping)

ERIC:
Uh, guys, Taylor just used

his ID to exit
into a parking garage.

Sam, Deeks,
it's just to your west.

(footfalls running)

SAM: So, at least three men
in that SUV.

He's selling
the GLONASS zero day.

Good-bye,
credit card debt.

Federal agents!

(grunts)

Let's go. Let's go!

(tires squealing)

Moving!

(gunfire, glass breaking)

(tires squealing)

He's dead.

Taylor, too.

Zero day USB?

No dice.

ERIC: We found a record
of encrypted e-mails

on Taylor's home computer.

Still working
on breaking them.

He's taken a lot
of business trips,

including Russia.

Maybe that's where
he found his buyer,

set up the deal
for the zero day.

It was a bad deal.

First they try to avoid paying
by going after Ira.

Then they kill Taylor
to avoid paying him.

So we're looking for the world's
cheapest terrorists?

Survey says...
Chechen separatists.

Meet Ruman Taimiev.

He entered this country seven
weeks ago along with these men.

They have ties
to the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.

And intel suggests
the group's goal is

to force the Russian military
to pull out of the Caucasus.

Control GLONASS, you control
the Russian missiles.

They'd have
to meet their demands.

ERIC:
I've been thinking.

Zero days get their name
from the fact

that once a flaw is discovered,

the owner of the hacked system
has exactly zero days

to fix it
before it can be exploited.

So if we fix the zero day,

the Chechens won't have
that opportunity.

Ira knows GLONASS
better than I do.

I can easily access it
from his computers.

HETTY: It's an excellent
idea, Mr. Beale.

Miss Jones can accompany
Mr. Wells to his loft.

ERIC:
With all due

respect,
I have more experience hacking

foreign systems.
NELL: That's true.

He does. He should go.

HETTY:
Mr. Beale can hack

just as well up in Ops.

And you're the field agent.

Right.

(clears throat)

If this doesn't work, we still
got to warn the Russians.

Sounds like it's time

to pay our old friend at
the, uh, consulate a visit.

You think he'll remember us?

Uh-huh.

I'm guessing
you don't really wear glasses.

Nope.

But the attitude--
was that real?

What do you think?

Uh, guys, we're on a clock.

Right.

Uh... system is...

(computer chirps)
...up and running.

Okay. I'll get
you access.

I am... loading the...

the GLONASS drive.

Me, too.

Just take a minute.

I was gonna say 15 seconds.

Anyway... I'm glad
about the glasses.

Makes it easier
to see your brown eyes.

Okay... I'm in.

(computer chirps)
So am I.

Okay, how long will it take to fix?
Uh,

should go faster
with two of us.

Beale, can you
shore up the PZ-90

coordinate datum while I...
(buzzer sounding)

Uh-oh.

What's wrong?

The zero day-- it's...

it's gone.

The flaw's been fixed.

Isn't that what we wanted?

ERIC:
No. We're too late.

The Chechens have already
accessed the GLONASS.

They've gone in
and locked the door behind them.

(chain clinking)

Allahu Akbar.
Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Will your tribe come get you?

No.

Yeah, well,
mine will... eventually.

We might stand a chance

if we actually
get ourselves free.

I've renounced violence.

Really?

Even if it means saving
your own life?

Inshallah.

Oh. (sighs)

Haven't you ever heard,

God helps those
who help themselves?

The Koran says,

"Indeed, Allah will not change
the condition of a people

until they change
what is in themselves."

Well, there you go.

Let's change our condition
and get the hell out of here.

What do you have in mind?

(sighs)

Take off your clothes.

And throw it in the fire

with anything else you think we
can use to smoke up this place.

When they come in

and investigate,
it might give us

the few seconds we need.
Come on.

(men speaking Pashto)

No.

(yelling)

Where are you taking him?

Jack?! Jack!

(speaking Pashto)

Where are you taking him?

(Jack groans,
men speak Pashto)

Where are you taking him?

(Jack groans)

(groans softly)

(distant shouting)

(panting)

(speaking Russian)

Little afternoon
delight, Boris?

Wife's not gonna
like that.

Who are you?

Where are my men?

They're dealing with
a little car trouble downstairs.

I'm actually surprised you're
not in Siberia, Boris. I mean,

given the debacle
at the consulate last October.

What do you know about October?

Tenth month of the year.

Halloween, Columbus Day.

But we're here to talk

about
the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.

We just thought
you might want to know

that earlier today,
they gained access

to your Global Navigation
Satellite System.

GLONASS? Impossible.

Call the Kremlin.

No harm
in checking, right?

This is a trick.

A ploy to get us
to scrap the test, huh?

It will not work.

Test?

What test?

You see, the Cold War never
ended, my dear American friends.

But that was our mistake,
these past 20 years.

Starting today,

that all changes.
(elevator dings)

Good day, gentlemen.

We confirmed with the
Pentagon: the Russians

have been developing a
new long-range missile.

A test launch is scheduled
for sometime tomorrow.

Which is already today in Russia.
God,

I hate time zones.

Does the Kremlin know?
Hetty

and the White House are
on the phone with them.

Correction.
Was on the phone.

The Russian president
just informed us.

The missile launched
five minutes ago.

We were too late.

According to the
Russian military,

the missile was supposed
to detonate harmlessly

in the Arctic
Ocean. But with

the way the Chechens
have altered GLONASS,

it will now strike
San Francisco

in 31 minutes.
So the Chechens

aren't aiming for Russia.

They're targeting the U.S.
Their stated goal

is to get the Russian military
out of the Caucasus.

If the U.S. declares war
on Russia, mission accomplished.

Is the missile nuclear?
No, but

it is carrying over 900 pounds
of fuel-air explosive.

Thermoberic.
Turns air to fire.

Can't we send a command
self-destruct to the missile?

There isn't one. It's
designed to be tamperproof.

That includes radio-controlled
commands. Look,

the only way the missile
will self-destruct

is if it goes off-course

And from the missile's
point-of-view,

it's right on target.

HETTY:
The president just activated

the Aegis Missile
Defense System.

Unfortunately, the only BMD

capable vessels
are in the Sea of Japan,

watching North Korea.

They're not in position
to intercept

a missile from Siberia.
Okay, if we

can't use the zero day to change
the GLONASS coordinates,

what else can we do?

I think I have an idea.

All GeoNav satellite
systems rely on

ground monitoring stations
to provide coordinates.

They're like guideposts

for the satellites.
Now, if we can add

a new station
to the GLONASS network,

it might just skew
the coordinates enough

to alter the trajectory
of the missile.

Great. How do we do that?
We'd have to

recalibrate
an American GPS station

so that it thinks that
it's part of GLONASS.

Okay, the nearest station is

on a roof at Fifth
and Rose, downtown.

Mr. Beale.

Try not to get
arrested this time.

All right,
I'm on my way.

I got to go back to Ops.

Is everything all right?

The Russians launched
a test missile.

Eric and the others
are headed downtown

to a GPS monitoring station
to try to recalibrate it.

No one knows the ins and
outs of GLONASS better I do.

I can help.
Sorry,

you're still a potential
target. Just wait here.

Uh, another NCIS agent
should be here shortly.

CALLEN:
How much time?

Five minutes.
4:57.

Three seconds off. Someone needs
to wind their internal clock.

I understand.

Yes, she's just arriving.

That was Agent Thompson
at the loft.

Mr. Wells
is gone.

All right, I'm pinging
his cell phone now.

That's the location
of the monitor station.

Oh, no.

Bugger.

Mr. Callen,

you're about to have
some company.

(door opens)

Whoa. It's just me.

Yeah, he just got here.

NELL:
No,

not Ira.
The Chechens. They must

have been watching
his loft. They're...

following him to your
exact position and

heading up the stairs now.

They must have figured Ira
was with us after Neidra.

Go help Beale.
We need to buy Eric

some extra time.
Deeks, brace the door.

On it.
All right, buddy,

first we need to, uh...
Adjust the L1 band to 1602 megahertz.

I'm already doing
it. I need you

to compensate for the
lower satellite orbits,

and I need you to do it
in under three minutes.

Okay.

Anything else?

Yeah. Nell's eyes?

They're hazel.

QRF is ten minutes out.

HETTY: We haven't
got that long.

(thump)

You think that's them?

(rapid gunfire)

Eric, how much time
do you need?

(booming gunshots)

Sniper. North building.

He doesn't have
a line of sight to the

monitor station.
(rapid gunfire)

Yeah, but these guys do.

(gunfire continues)

Eric, you're exposed.

We're working.
Ira, I need those

orbital calculations...

Ira.

(rapid gunfire continues)

(grunts)

Deeks, need a diversion.

Hell, diversion's
my middle name.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

(beeping)

Aah!
On three. One,

two,

(grunts)

(booming gunshots)

Aah!

Hah, hah, hah. (whoops)

All clear.

Deeks?

Yeah, I'm good.

But I'm definitely
changing my middle name.

Eric.

Eric?

Is it over?

(chuckles) It's over.

What about
the missile?

Splashing down in the Pacific.

HETTY:
Good work, Mr. Beale.

(laughs)
So,

about us working together.

I think I'm good where I am.

(panting) Yeah.
You okay?

Yeah, uh, legs just
a little... little wobbly.

Little wobbly.

And I'm, uh,
having trouble

breathing.
This is shock.

I'm in shock.
You're in shock.

Yeah, I think I'm in shock.
Brown bag, ice, elevate.

(exhales)
Cocktail.

The official statement
from the Russians is:

the missile
functioned perfectly.

(laughs) And it did.

Yeah, as long
as those

missiles keep
landing in the ocean,

I'm a happy camper.

Amen.

Mr. Callen's already left?

Yeah, he, uh, left
to get his car...

from the shop.
Shop.

Oh, right.

You mean Joelle's car?

(stammers)

Shut up.

I didn't say anything.

7:00 in the evening. You know
where your partner is?

Nope, but I know
who he's with,

and I have a good idea
what they're doing.

You get the picture.

Downloading...
downloading...

Delete.

Save.
Whoa.

That was quite
the day, huh?

(short laugh)

How you feeling?

Better. Tired.

Mm.

A little queasy.
Yup.

(sighs)

It's probably still
the prison food.

Hey.

What?

Just gonna
say that...

it's nice to see your eyes
without your glasses on.

Have a good night.

You, too. Have a good night.

Thank you.

(sighs)

(beep)

(beeping, whirring)

Time for your breakfast, Owen?

We have a situation.
Blye's missing.

What do you mean?

I mean she's gone.

She took a horse
and left her rifle.

I gave her a secure sat phone.

She ditched it.

She had a shot at our target
yesterday and she choked.

No, my people don't choke.

Then what is this?
Something spooked her.

She missed the shot yesterday

and snuck out of here
during the night

without a weapon
and without telling anyone else

where she was going.

What about your man, Sabatino?

I don't know.

He works off the grid
for days at a time.

So you actually have
two operatives missing.

I'd be careful if I were you.
She was your choice

for this mission.

I tracked her horse
as far as I could.

She's heading into an area
controlled by the insurgents.

(sighs)

Do you know something
I don't know, Henrietta?

Because if you want
your girl back,

now would be the time
to tell me.