NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 19 - Spoils of War - full transcript

What's going on?

Where's Hetty?

She asked me to brief you.

Have you heard from Deeks?

No.

What's up?

Besides us at 3:30
in the morning?

We're going tactical now.

I'll brief you in the armory.

Let's go.
Wait a minute.

Where-where is Hetty?



Please, stop asking me that.

Then brief us!

As of 72 hours ago,

Special Agent Blye disappeared
into the mountains

east of Khost, Afghanistan.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
What do you mean "disappeared"?

There is a strong likelihood
she's being held

by a group of Taliban fighters

believed responsible for
attacking U.S. military

out of Camp Chapman.

Why isn't Hetty here?
Deeks.

Assistant Director Owen Granger
went searching for the group

72 hours ago.

12 hours ago, both the
CIA and U.S. military



lost all contact with him.

You will be briefed
on all available intel

upon your arrival
at Camp Chapman.

We're going to Afghanistan?

The mission is to locate
and rescue Agent Blye.

I want to talk to Hetty.

Transport is waiting at LAX.

Wheels are up in 20.

Grab your weapons

and your go-bags.

Quickly.

Okay, let's move.

(sighs)

♪

HETTY:
Gentlemen?

Don't forget your
most important weapon.

There's a half a million dollars
in each case.

It was the most
I could get given

the short notice.

Use it to buy information.

Put a bounty on their heads.

Whatever it takes.

Hetty...
You're saving

a team member,
time is of the essence.

I need to speak

with Mr. Hanna for a moment.

Would you take these cases?

(sighs)

(door closes)

Mr. Deeks is
emotionally involved.

We all are.

Yes, but I'm sure you'll agree

his is a different circumstance.

He's also not a soldier.

Let alone a Navy SEAL.

You want me to watch his back.

Quite the opposite.

I want you to single-mindedly

remained focused on Agent Blye.

If you need to separate
Mr. Deeks from the team, do so.

I understand.

I need you
to bring her home, Sam.

I will.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(indistinct radio transmission)

I love the sunset in winter

from the Santa Monica pier.

My father used to take me
on Christmas evening to see it.

Agent Callen.

Who are you?

Sergeant Makar,
A.N.A. Special Forces.

You're to speak
to no one on base.

No CIA,
no military intelligence.

Under whose authority
are you addressing us?

Owen Granger.

You know where he is?

You have to change
out of these clothes.

Come with me. Quickly.

We're supposed
to be briefed.

Now you're telling me

I can't even speak
to an intelligence officer?

What the hell's going on?

Welcome to Afghanistan,
gentlemen.

So, now what?

Wait here.

(closes door)

(dog barking)

We may have been set up.

(guns clicking)

It's Granger.

(man shouting in Arabic)

I thought you were
lost in the desert.

Does anybody besides Sergeant
Makar know you're here?

No. Why weren't we briefed?

I tracked a Taliban courier

from the mountains east of here
to that house across the street.

My assets say

the courier's affiliated
with the group

that's holding Agent Blye.

Who lives there?

No idea.

That doesn't answer my question.

Do you remember

CIA Agent Sabatino?

He and I were part of
a task force targeting

a man called the White Ghost.
SAM: Yeah.

I read the intelligence reports.

He's a Westerner
aiding the Taliban.

That was the story.

A lot of the intel turned out
to be falsified.

I suspect the CIA

has other reasons for wanting
the White Ghost dead.

CALLEN:
Does Sabatino

still want him dead?
I don't know.

He disappeared three days ago.
DEEKS: What does this

have to do with Kensi?

Hetty had Blye brought in
to be the shooter.

She acquired

the target, and she missed.

You think it was intentional?

I know when I'm being played,
Agent Callen.

Until I figure out what's
going on, this mission is dark,

as in black as night.

We're on our
own out here.

Is that the courier?

Yeah. I got to
stay with him,

follow him back
to the rat's nest.

Deeks, you stay here, find out
who lives in that house.

What are you talking about?
I'm coming with you.

Hey.

That's a direct order.

Leave him with a translator.

(men speaking Arabic)

Stay with him. See
who's in the house.

Okay.

He's moving.

(overlapping chatter in Arabic)

(dog barking in distance)

(door creaks open)

You need to tell him
to stop moving.

I did.

Don't shoot.
He's blind.

(indistinct chatter)

Looks like he's going off-road.

Terrain's too rough
for a truck.

Oh, we can't keep up
with a camel on foot.

SAM: Granger's gonna need
to get you a horse, cowboy.

I hate horses.

(computer beeps)
I just received an e-mail...

from Kensi.

It's a video file.
Play it.

(beeps)

I was asked
to kill a man named Jack Simon.

I knew Jack Simon
a long time ago.

He was a profoundly good man,

and now he's being hunted
by the CIA.

So, I'm headed to the desert

east of Khost to find out
what the hell is going on.

This is being sent
automatically with a time delay.

So, if you're seeing it,

it's not good.

It was an honor and my pleasure
to work with all of you.

Wouldn't change a second of it.

Find out

everything you can
about Jack Simon.

Please tell him again

that we're not
here to hurt him.

With all respect, we just
want to know his name.

I think his
name is Mullah

Fazlur Muhammad.

He's a cleric.

Has a wife,
maybe a son.

Mullah Muhammad...

you're married, yes?
You have a wife?

(Makar speaking Arabic)

No. My wife has died.

I'm sorry.

(Makar speaks Arabic)
I have someone that

I care about very much.

(Makar speaks Arabic)

And I'm here looking for
information regarding her.

(speaking Arabic)

She was here delivering
humanitarian aid, and...

(Makar speaks Arabic)

...we believe the Taliban
has mistakenly taken her.

(speaking Arabic)

You're a man of God, yes?

(Makar speaks Arabic)

My friend is a good
Muslim and a good person.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

She's unclean now...

like a rat.

I don't believe that.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaks Arabic)

Your women don't
cover themselves.

They do not obey.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

(clears his throat)

I want my friend back very much.

(Makar speaks Arabic)

And I'm willing to pay
a great deal of money.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaks Arabic)

(scoffs)

(speaking Arabic)

His neighbor's daughter
didn't want to marry...

and ran away.

(continues speaking)
So they cut off her ears

and nose, to show the women
in town to obey.

(speaks Arabic)

Understand?

Yeah, I understand.

You're going to
torture him?

(zip-tie zipping)

I don't do that.

You have morals?

What, you don't think
Americans have morals?

I've seen what man
is capable of.

All men,

from all sides.
Well, I hear you,

brother, and with
all due respect,

I just want to find
my partner and go home.

And for the record...

I have morals.

Maybe in California.

But it is
different here.

Being in this war
changes a man.

And not for the good.

(grunts) So tell me, then,
what kind of

magic trick are you going to use
to get this man of God

to give up his secrets?

Jack Simon
is a former Marine.

He left the Corps due to PTSD

and resurfaced six years ago
in Afghanistan

working as
a military contractor.

Now, digging deeper,
we found that Jack

was also working for...

The CIA.

Jack and I
were friends.

He fell in love with
an Afghan woman.

Had a child,
a daughter.

Well, according to this,
Jack's wife

was killed in a drone strike.

They used
his vulnerability

to coerce information from him.

They forced him
to become an asset.

So...

why did the CIA make up the
story about the White Ghost?

To give validity

to his execution.

He knew they were
coming for him.

He'd asked me for help.

And I sent Kensi...

...to be his executioner.

Bring up a file

called "Jack's Ghost."

(computer beeping)

They were engaged,

ten years ago.
So you knew if Kensi

was the shooter,
she'd never take the shot.

I was trying
to protect a friend.

Trying to give him
a running start

from the wolves.

But...

just not at Kensi's expense.

Hetty,

don't blame yourself.

That's just impossible,
Ms. Jones.

It's all my doing.

CALLEN:
Hold up, there.

(men speaking Pashto)

SAM: Courier went through
the mountains.

Too steep for horses.

A lot more men
came through here.

At least a dozen.
MAN: Water's completely gone.

We ride any further,

and we'll kill
the horses.

All right,
take the horses,

bring back supplies
and more men.

As many as you can get
discreetly.

We'll head into
the mountains on foot.

You know,

with no water,

there's no walking
out of here, now.

We're all aware
of the situation.

MRE.

We're close.

That's the rat's nest.

Let's take it.

(man speaks Pashto)

(gunshot)

Clear.

The courier kept moving,
probably towards Pakistan.

CALLEN:
Sam.

Blood.

I'll type it.

Tracking U.S.
troop movements.

(quick footsteps)

There's a latrine area
outside. It's fresh.

From the size,
I estimate at least 20 men.

Same blood type as Kensi,

B-positive.

Nine percent of the population
is B-positive.

Doesn't mean anything.

(cracks, hinges groaning)

You know this guy?

No.

I'm not buying it.

Not buying it...

...or are you
not accepting it?

Can we take down this photo
of her, please?

No. Study it,

tear it apart.
I want to know if it's real.

Yeah.

(electronic ringing)
Line's open.

I should have been made
aware of your relationship

with Jack Simon,
and not as the

assistant director,
but personally.

You owed me the
truth on this.

Owed you the truth?

That's a debt you've not
paid me tenfold, Owen.

Not in a situation like this.

You were part of the team
sent to kill Jack Simon.

Maybe he still is.

Shouldn't we know that?

I don't answer to
you, Agent Callen.

You answer to me.

We're deep in the field,
Assistant Director.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying...

is we stay on mission.

I don't buy
the photos.

ERIC:
I can't find any evidence

of Photoshopping.
CALLEN: I don't care. If they know Kensi

and Jack Simon are
intelligence assets,

they could have
left the photo to...

discourage us from crossing
the border into Pakistan.

SAM: We keep tracking
the courier.

HETTY:
There's something else

that you should be aware of.

Uh, piecing together intel,

I've discovered
what I believe is a CIA team

seven miles to the north of you,

and they've accessed
intel on Jack Simon.

They're hunting him.

(beeps)

Our comm's almost done.

This'll be our last
communication for a while.

You can still track us by GPS.

Then Godspeed.

To all of you.

We'll see you on the other side.
(beeps)

Let's move.

We should do a quick
search of the area.

For bodies.

(loud clanging)

No, no, you know the rules.

No eating

and no sleeping...
(clanging)

...until you talk.

Tell him again.
I believe you've made that point

abundantly clear
in the last 48 hours.

(sniffs) You smell that?
Mmm. Smell that garlic?

Mmm, 'cause you got to admit,
I'm one a hell of a cook.

Well, that's not true.
You'd have to admit it

if you could taste
it, but you can't.

You can if you
tell me who it is

that you're communicating
with in the Taliban.

And all you got to do
is give me a name.

What can that hurt?

Translate.

I thought we weren't
going to torture him?

(sighs) Brother, I
know what torture is

and this ain't it.
Seems to be

getting pretty damn close.
(speaking Arabic)

Allah Almighty
will strike

you American infidels.

Our jihad will
spill blood in the streets.

(phone buzzes)

Hold that thought.
I don't want to miss a word.

Let me just get this.

Go for the American infidel.

HETTY:
Mr. Deeks.

Hetty, please tell
me something good.

You should know:

Agent Callen
has sent us a photograph

of Agent Blye that appears...

Hetty.

...as if she's been killed.

But w-we believe

that the photograph
is highly suspect.

Send me the photo.

There's no need.

Hetty, show me the...
Hetty, send me the photo.

(typing)
It's on its way.

Have you gotten any information

from the cleric?
(long, deep breath)

Mr. Deeks...
(beeps)

You know what I'm
looking at right now?

I'm looking at a picture of
my partner with her throat cut.

Is that what
you do to women?

Huh? You cut their throats...

(Makar translating) ...you cut off their
ears and their noses?

Oh, that's right. That's right,
' cause you're the guys that shot that

little girl in the face--
what was her name, Malala--

because she wanted to go to
school. Is that Islamic law?

(speaking Arabic) To shoot a little
girl in the face?!

That's Islamic law?
(grunts)

(panting)

Tell me who is contacting you
from the Taliban.

Give me a name.
Translate.

Stop it. Get off him.
Get back.

You tell him to give me
a name or I swear to God

I will shoot him in the chest.
Translate.

This is not gonna
get you an answer.

Give me a name.

This is not gonna get
your partner back.

That...

that is my partner.

Now translate what I told you.

(whispers):
Blood.

I could use some water.

All out,

Sabatino.

That sucks.

Did you see Agent Blye?

No.

I caught up to the Taliban.
They shot me.

They headed to Pakistan?

Fast.

Sure could use
a pressure bandage, gentlemen.

What about Jack Simon?

Didn't see either of them.

GRANGER:
Don't lie to me.

Is Jack Simon the White Ghost?

There is no White Ghost.

That was made up.
Jack Simon

did some work for us.

His only mistake was

he ended up knowing the identity
of a half a dozen of our assets.

Jack wanted
to stay in country.

Only problem is...

CIA can't have Jack Simon
living in some hut,

knowing their names and faces.

So you're gonna kill him?
Nah.

I wanted to get to him first.

Talk him into going back
to the U.S.

What about the CIA team
to the north of here?

They are here to kill him.

And they're not gonna
give a damn about Kensi.

Which is why, gentlemen,
we are dark.

Give the man
a bandage.

(gunshot)

(shouting)

(speaking Pashto)

(gunfire)

SABATINO:
Give me your Sig.

You got an eye on him?

(gunshot)
SAM: 20 feet south of the peak.

I'm heading up.
Keep him occupied.

(speaks Pashto)

Damn it.

(rapid gunfire)

(booming gunshot)

(gunfire)

(loud gunshot)

CALLEN:
Ask her her name.

(speaking Pashto)

Khatira.

Is your father
a member of the Taliban?

(translating)

(scoffs, speaks Pashto)

Her parents are dead.

The Taliban uses
orphans like this.

Suicide bombers,
soldiers, slave labor.

SABATINO: They sent her out
here to slow me down.

They don't give a damn
if she lives or dies.

Ask her if the Taliban has any
American prisoners with them.

(translates)

SAM: Doesn't
mean anything.

She says yes, she says no,
we're still going forward.

GRANGER: We have no
communication. No water.

And we're gonna have to move
damn fast to catch the Taliban

before they get to the border.
What's your point?

What do you want to do with her?

We leave her here,
she dies of exposure

or the Taliban finds her.

And she tells them all about us.

Position,
number of men.

We can't leave her alive.
We're not

gonna kill a child.
Agent Callen,

why don't you ask your partner
what we should do.

We'll take her with us.

GRANGER:
If she slows us down--

and I want you
to understand this--

you're trading her life
for Kensi's.

She won't.

End of discussion.

(grunting)

75-pound girl

across the desert
with no water.

How long
is that gonna last?

(grunts)

Truth is, the cleric's
never going to talk.

We should be leaving here, now.
We're in danger.

We're not leaving.

Maybe you should stop before
you do something you regret.

(faucet squeaks)
No, get back.

(water running)
Please.

Don't do this.

He's not gonna
tell you anything.

(sniffs) You want
to know the truth?

I don't even care if it works.

(exhales, grunts)

You good?

Yeah.

GRANGER:
That's them.

Too far away
to identify Kensi.

Damn, that's a lot of 'em.

SABATINO:
Too many.

We spotted the Taliban
in the valley.

How many?

35. Way too
many to attack.

What are you suggesting?
Well, we don't have much ammo.

We're outnumbered
seven to one, and he's wounded.

I'm not letting them
walk into Pakistan.

I'm willing to
cross the border.

But we're gonna have to wait to
attack until the Afghan soldier

comes back with more men...

He may not come back.
How's he even gonna find us?

I'm not waiting.
It's suicide.

They cross
over that border,

Kensi is as good as dead.
GRANGER: She might be already.

I'll do it myself if I have to.
You'll wait.

That's an order, Agent Callen.

And make no mistake,
I'll do whatever it takes

to make you wait.

(grunts)
(breathes heavily)

(speaking Arabic)

He's talking about how
much he loves the Taliban.

He's not gonna
tell you anything.

You tell him

I need the name of somebody
holding the American.

You tell him
to give me one name (grunts)

and I won't do this.

(translates)

(speaks Arabic)

I don't know any names.

(muffled yelling)

Tell him I'll see him in hell.
(gagging)

(muffled screams)

Give me a name.
Give me a name!

(panicked gurgling)

God, give me a name.

Give me a name.

Breathe, and give me
a name, you s... (gags, spits)

Shh, it's okay, it's okay. (coughing)
It's okay. You're okay.

you're okay, you're okay.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
you're okay.

You're okay,
all right?

Promise I'm not
gonna do it again.

Tell him I'm not gonna
do it again. You're okay.

Tell him!

Shh, it's okay.
Like I said,

this place changes a man.

It's okay, shh.
It's okay.

They spotted the Taliban.
They number about 35.

Granger doesn't
want to engage.

We're outnumbered,
we don't have much ammo.

But we've got money.

GRANGER:
We got to keep moving.

Stay with us.

CALLEN:
Send Sajadi back here.

Go on.

I need you to translate
every word I say.

This is 10,000
American dollars.

(Sajadi translates)

We have 500,000 here.

(Sajadi translates)

500,000 U.S. dollars
for the American prisoners.

Do you understand?

(translates)

We are small
in number,

but we will pay.

Why would you say that?
Translate.

(translates)

Take the cash
and you deliver the message.

(Sajadi translating) Run, up the next
canyon-- fast.

MAKAR: You know, it's stupid
to beat yourself up

'cause you're a man too good
to torture another human being.

If I knew it would
have worked...

I would have cut off his
head off with a razor blade.

(quiet laugh)

Oh, torture...

it only works in giving
our rage a place to go.

And you my friend--

you have a lot of rage.

(sighs)

My partner, um...

My partner is the person I care
about most on this planet.

And she's here because of me.

Like you,

I despise this man
and the Taliban.

But in the end, the question
of war and torture--

it's not what it
does to our enemies,

but what it does
to ourselves.

(sighs)

Here.

Tell him to eat.

(speaking Arabic)

SABATINO:
Granger?

That's our girl.

(gunshot)

Don't even think about it.

GRANGER:
Something

tells me she didn't escape.

I sent her.

She's gonna offer

money in exchange
for the prisoners.

She's going to tell them
everything about us--

our position,
how many men we have.

It'll at least delay
them going into Pakistan.

He told her
about the rest of the money.

They'll be coming for us now.

But I guess
that's what you wanted.

(singing)

SAM:
It worked.

Here they come.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

It's time to dig in.

Let's get to higher ground.

MAKAR:
Before,

when he was asking for
forgiveness from the Taliban,

saying what I thought was a term
of endearment--

"I love them like my son"--

I think what he was saying was,

"I love my son,"

and wanted forgiveness from him.

You mean,
if he told us anything,

he'd be betraying his son?

I may be wrong.

Yeah, no, but

you found the photo of that boy.
I mean, maybe...

Maybe he's the father
of one of 'em.

MAKAR
And if a courier

is coming here,

then his son must be someone
of high-ranking.

(panting)

They're coming in just
from behind me, just north.

They're coming up from
the mountain, from the east.

SAM: Sabatino?

Here, tag these mags.

(gun chamber clicking)
Here.

Here, here.

I see 'em. I got six here.

(sighs)
(distant shouting)

Wait a minute.
They're sending the girl back.

(Khatira yells in Pashto)

SAJADI:
She says

they won't kill us
if we give them the money.

No. The deal is
for the American prisoners.

(Sajadi speaks Pashto)

(speaking Pashto)

She gave 'em the message.

(sighs)

(breath quivering)

(rapid gunfire, yelling)

(grunts, rapid gunfire)

(yelling)

Conserve your ammo!

Let 'em get closer!

(distant yelling)

(yelling, muttering)

Look, you keep fighting.

(grunting)
(rapid gunfire)

(yelling)

Keep fighting!
Keep shooting!

Turn over!

Nine o'clock!

GRANGER:
I got eight over here.

It's too many.

Sabatino.

(distant yelling)

(yells)
I'm hit!

Granger, help him!

(rapid gunfire, panting)

Hang on! Hold on.

(rapid gunfire)

(bullets ricocheting,
shell casings clinking)

Ammo's going fast.

Reloading.

Maybe we should
surrender.

We're going to
die if we don't.

They're gonna kill us anyway.

We run out of ammo,
we got two hands,

we got knifes,
we keep fighting.

Hell, yeah. Let 'em come.

(rapid gunfire)

(groaning)

Reloading. Last mag.

(distant shouting)

Aah! Ah, it's jammed!

Incoming!

Oh!

(muffled sound of groaning
and gunfire)

(muffled sound of coughing)

(muffled sound of gunfire)

(muffled yelling):
I'm out of ammo!

We should give up!

(muffled, indistinct sound
of gunfire and groaning)

You hear that!?

Do you hear that?!

(helicopter blades whirring)

(clearly):
Do you hear that?

(helicopter blades whirring,
bullets ricocheting)

(distant shouting)

MAKAR (over P.A.):
Rafik Shahidi.

(speaking Pashto over P.A.
in helicopter)

What are they saying?

They have the father of someone,

and they want
to do a prisoner exchange.

(speaking Pashto)

(continues speaking Pashto)

(speaking Pashto)

They stopped firing.

They stopped shooting.

(sighs)

(shouting over P.A. continues)

(sighing)

Allahu Akbar.

(kissing)

Allahu Akbar.

(distant shouting)

Let's go.

(groans softly)

(panting)

(panting)

(pants)

(sighs)

(sighs)

You okay?

No.

They beat her up pretty bad.

Let's get
the wounded

on the chopper. We got
another one coming for us.

(men speaking Pashto)

(man shouting)

(shouting and chatter)

GRANGER:
Grandmother,

this is Fox Three-Zero,

requesting immediate
close air support.

MAN:
Roger that.

MAN 2:
Raptor One on station.

Standing by for nine line.

Copy all, Grandmother,
Fox Three-Zero out.

You're calling in an air strike
on the Taliban?

Yeah, they won't
make it half a mile.

Khatira? Khatira?

You go with them,

you die.

Come. Come with me.

(panting)

Put her on the chopper.

Agent Callen?

That was a good mission.

Yeah, it was.

(helicopter engine whirring)

Let's go.
Get 'em out of here.

(distant chatter)

(distant shouting)

If there's any way,

I'll be in touch.

Take off.

Granger won't be able
to hold off the CIA for long.

Okay. Bye.

Callen talked you
into taking her?

Didn't have to talk too much.

Um... thank you.

Uh, good luck.

You, too.

Hey.

(gasps quietly)

Um... Sabatino and Sajadi
are out of surgery.

Doc says they're going
to be okay.

Oh, thank God. That's good.

I'm really glad
you're alive.

How come you never
hug me like that, huh?

(chuckling)

(distant shouting)

SAM: They laid out a spread
for us in mess.

Wheels up in two hours.

And Granger got us
a direct flight into Edwards.

Thank you you guys
for what you did.

See you at mess.

DEEKS:
See you at the mess.

(distant shouting)

(sighs heavily)

(voice breaking):
It was really bad.

Shh. No, it's okay.
Come here. Come here.

(crying)
It's okay.

I got you.

(crying quietly)

We're going home.

(voice breaking):
We're going home.