NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 2 - Impact - full transcript
An aircraft crashes in Burbank, killing a retired vice admiral, erudite and outspoken, and the ghostwriter for his tell-all memoirs; the team realize the enormous proportions involved; Nate and Kensi talk with Sam and Deeks; Sam returns.
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER:
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
this is Burbank tower.
Do you read?
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
this is Burbank tower.
Do you read?
Acknowledge,
Lear 251 Delta Lima.
They're off course
and under the glide slope.
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
do you read?
Come right to 020.
Delta Lima, do you read?
(beeping)
It's seconds out.
Delta Lima, abort.
Delta Lima, abort!
Delta Lima, abort!
Abort!
Run!
♪ NCIS: LA 5x02 ♪
Impact
Original air date on October 1, 2013
(Sam grunting)
(panting)
(grunting)
CALLEN:
How's he doing?
Passed his evals, right?
Oh, with flying colors.
So he's good to go.
Have you talked to Deeks?
He appears to be screening
my calls.
That's brazen.
Indeed.
(rooster ringtone plays)
NELL: Oh, my God.
Emoticon overload.
These guys from last night
are kind of driving me nuts.
Which one? Jesse?
Alex. What is that?
An ear of corn?
A pickle?
That actually
looks like a-a...
(cat ringtone plays)
Oh, my God, here's Jesse.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Well, good morning to you,"
smiley face.
You heard from all three?
Haven't you?
Uh, no. My, uh, phone's off.
(sighs)
I mean, who came up
with this
Groupster thing anyway?
You know, three times
the rejection
doesn't seem
psychologically sound.
One-on-one is bad enough.
I know, but Rose was so excited,
and, you know, she really needs
to get out and meet guys.
Yeah, that have a pulse.
It's supposed to be fun.
Three guys, three girls,
no pressure, no expectations.
I'm sorry.
(frog ringtone plays)
Three's a crowd.
Is that a heart or a butt?
You know what?
Here's an example.
Three bears, burgled.
Three little piggies,
houses obliterated.
Three blind mice,
tails cut off.
I am telling you,
people start killing each other
when the equation is three.
NELL:
Wonder if Rose got any calls.
Yeah, only if one of them
dropped dead.
(laughs)
You're bad.
(whistling)
Case on deck.
Oh, here we go.
Haircut?
KENSI:
No, I think it's
a new shirt.
Wait a second.
Are those...?
Yep, I am wearing pants.
Sad face.
(cow ringtone plays)
What, you got Old MacDonald's
entire farm in there?
Uh, it's just my mom.
Just her mom.
SAM:
Well, well, well.
Look who's wearing
big-boy pants.
(clears throat)
Hetty got me these.
I mean, you still
have the thongs,
but it's a start.
Might as well be
wearing a thong.
Stop whining.
Yes, ma'am.
(clears throat)
Early this morning,
a private jet, on its way
from Washington, D.C.,
crashed at Burbank Airport.
There's no information as to why
the plane went down,
but at this early hour,
it does appear
no one on board survived.
What did air traffic
control say?
The tower lost contact
with the jet upon approach.
The plane appeared to be
on a collision course
before veering off
at the last moment, crashing.
Pilot error?
Could have overshot the runway.
Maybe, or whoever
was flying the plane
had a clear target in mind.
Or maybe they missed a target.
It's who's on board
that interests us.
Former Vice Admiral
William Gardner.
He was a key player
in the War on Terror.
Forced into early retirement
ten months ago.
Gardner's uncensored criticism
of the administration
lost him his job
and a seat
on the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
What was he doing in L.A.?
According to this,
he was brokering a book deal.
"Unbroken Warrior,
a riveting account of the truth
behind the headlines."
Sam and I will check out
the airport. Kensi...
HETTY: Uh, you'll be
taking Kensi with you,
Mr. Callen.
Oh, great, my third-wheel
status made official.
Not today.
Sam has an appointment.
Oh.
With who?
That would be me.
Nate.
Good morning.
You want me to see
another shrink?
HETTY:
Uh, I don't think
Mr. Getz is "another shrink."
He knows you,
your past.
And he knows I bounce back fast.
Even the most durable fabric
wears out eventually.
Is that what you think,
Hetty?
You think I'm worn out?
I worry that you will be
if you don't take care
of yourself.
Sit down,
Mr. Hanna.
(sighs)
I don't know
what more you want
from me, Hetty.
I passed my physical
my psych assessment.
Have I ever told you
about the time I went blind?
It was in Cambodia.
I was so committed
to my assignment
that I went
for weeks existing
on little more than insects
and lemongrass.
So when, at last,
my target presented itself,
I could barely see
to complete my mission.
Vitamin A deficiency.
I take a multivitamin.
Oh, come on.
Sorry, Hetty.
I get it, but I wouldn't be here
if I didn't think
I could do a good job.
Then, your visit with Mr. Getz
will be a mere formality.
How'd you get your sight back?
Carrots.
Always eat your carrots,
Mr. Hanna.
Sorry.
I know you were looking forward
to getting back out with Sam.
Yeah, it's the same
for you and Deeks.
Well, let's stay positive.
Good idea.
He won't return my calls.
Don't take it
personally.
Sam's been staying close
to home as well.
I couldn't get him to go
to a Lakers game.
Yeah, I bought him a Cronut.
I had courtside...
You bought him a what?
A Cronut.
It's a croissant-doughnut
hybrid; Deeks loves them.
I can only get them in this
little bakery in New York City,
and I left it on his doorstep,
and it's still there.
He'll be okay.
Yeah.
They both will.
I'm gonna call Eric,
see if he spoke
to the I.T. guys.
NCIS.
Investigating the death
of Vice Admiral Gardner.
Chief Howard,
National Transportation
Safety Board.
How are you?
Good luck with that.
Come again?
Take a look; not much left.
So you haven't been able
to find anything
that helps explain the crash?
Well, actually, we've pretty
much found everything
except the one thing
that could help.
The black box?
The wreck area
is pretty small.
But we can't find
the box anywhere.
Really?
Really.
KENSI: Yeah, you think you can get
onto those ATC computers?
ERIC: They're not
your average laptops, Kensi.
I'm a geek, not a god.
Eric, okay, let us know
what else you find.
Fine.
I.T. guys confirmed the tower
systems were operating properly.
Did the pilots give
any indication
that they were having problems?
No, there was no response to any
of the communication attempts.
Total radio silence.
I'm trying to get
Eric to verify it,
but something's got
his panties in a twist.
Maybe it's his new pants.
(sheep ringtone playing)
Busy morning.
Is that your, uh,
your mom again?
(sheep ringtone plays)
A friend.
Friend of you
and Kensi's?
Yeah, just someone
I hung out with last night.
With Kensi?
On a date?
I don't mean a
date with Kensi.
You know what I mean.
Like, Kensi and the guy
she's into,
you and the guy you're into.
Not into him,
not into any of them,
and neither is Kensi.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, them?
Yeah, okay,
there's three of them
and three of us,
but we only went
because Rose
really needs
to get out more, so...
Oh, Rose came, too.
Yeah, it was like
a girls' night.
Ah, girls' night with guys.
Who we are not into.
And yet you hung out with them
all evening.
Hey, so should we move
this interrogation
into the boatshed?
Oh, sorry, just, uh,
curious how
this whole thing works.
Why?
'Cause you want
to go on one?
What?
Oh, on a date?
Whoa, with you?
(chuckling):
No, no.
With, like,
other people.
Just, come on,
not with me.
Oh.
No.
(chuckles)
I mean, that's three times
the heartache, right?
For them, I mean.
(whispering):
Right.
Right.
SAM: right,ring
on the questions.
Is that what you want?
Me running through a list
of questions,
seeing if any
of them trigger you?
Trigger me?
I'm a ticking time bomb?
Well, is that how you feel?
I feel fine.
It's just everybody acts
like I'm gonna explode.
In what way?
You know, tiptoeing around,
"watching for signs."
Can you blame us?
You went through
quite an ordeal.
I've been through a lot worse.
That's not how
trauma works, Sam.
Somebody might survive a tsunami
no problem,
only to be scarred for life
by a trip to the dentist.
(chuckles)
You might not want
to use that example on Deeks.
Noted.
Look, Sam, you and I both know
you're more than well-equipped
to handle this,
and you've got
a great support network here.
(sighs)
The other night,
Michelle and I got into it
over whose turn it was
to do the dishes.
That sounds normal.
She wouldn't let me do 'em.
That sound normal to you?
It sounds like she cares.
And Callen got us
these amazing tickets
at the Lakers game.
Probably sold a
kidney for 'em.
Did you go?
No, it didn't feel right.
Because he's being
too nice to you?
Everybody is.
It's like they're trying
to make me feel better
when I'm fine.
(rain falling)
WOMAN (over headphones):
Remember to relax
and concentrate
on the next exercise.
You must breathe very slowly.
Fill what is empty and empty
what is full.
Fill what is empty
and empty what is full.
Ah-hum-rumas-me.
I am the universe.
Ah-hum-rumas-me.
I am the universe.
My head is relaxing.
My head is relaxing.
My arms are relaxing.
My arms are relaxing.
My abdomen is relaxing.
My abdomen is relaxing.
Relax the buttocks.
Relax the buttocks.
(sighs)
What am I doing?
Clench, release.
Clench, release.
Clench,
release.
Clench, release.
I am one with the universe.
I am one
with the universe.
(gasps)
God, Hetty, what are you doing?
Well, I thought
I'd brave the monsoon
to come check on you.
(rain and thunder stop)
Storm sounds--
supposed to make it easier
to fall asleep, so...
You having trouble sleeping?
(chuckles)
Yeah, I'd say I have
a little case of insomnia.
Probably all that clenching
and releasing.
Wow-wow-wow-
wow-wow-wow-wow,
you've been busy.
Well, when you don't sleep,
you realize how many hours
there are in the day
you have to fill.
Well, if you're bored...
perhaps you could
come back to work.
I didn't even know
that you were, um,
I didn't know you were coming.
If I knew...
Do, do you want something?
Do you want some milk?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
I-I can't stay long. (phone buzzes)
I just came to...
see if your phone
was working.
43...
missed calls.
Fancy that.
Like you said, I've been busy.
So has Kensi.
For the past
few weeks.
Without a partner.
I'm gonna need a decision soon.
Especially if I need
to find a replacement.
Of course.
I'll leave you
to your storm.
Hopefully it'll pass
without too much damage.
(rain falling, thunder crashing)
Feel your troubles melting away
as you drift off
to a world abstract.
(grunting)
(groans)
(Eric muttering)
I'll show you, Hetty.
Oh!
Hello.
Uh, did you ever hear of knocking?
Sorry.
Last I checked, this
was the burn room,
not the locker room.
What are you doing?
What's it look
like I'm doing?
Something really weird?
Are those your pants?
Uh... no.
Oh, my...
God!
Those are not my pants.
I do not own pants.
Those are Hetty's pants.
Interesting, and you were
going to incinerate them?
Do you have a death wish?
I didn't have a choice.
Did you have an accident?
Ew, no.
Those things are driving me
nuts, they're so constrictive.
It's like my legs are trapped
in a straitjacket.
Eric, they're pants.
People have been wearing them
for thousands of years.
Oh, no, no, not my people.
(Scottish accent):
The Beales of the Clan McBeale.
And now you're Scottish?
As heather and haggis.
So why don't you wear a kilt?
I do. I did. I used to.
Until this little incident
with Hetty.
It's easy to forget
how short she is.
Her eye line is
lower than you think.
Yup, got it! Thanks.
Okay, I suggest you take
your bag-o-pants
and put them back
on your body before
Hetty finds out, or else
it'll be your butt
in the incinerator.
And there was
a last-minute passenger added
to the flight's manifest.
Jason Carter?
How do I know that name?
Jason Carter was a journalist.
He had written a number
of high profile pieces
on a variety
of different topics.
He was even nominated
for a Pulitzer
for an article he wrote
on hydraulic fracturing
and the oil companies.
That's how I know him.
For the past year or so,
he had been writing
about the war in Afghanistan,
embedding himself
in several different units.
Hmm.
Maybe he was interviewing
the vice admiral on the flight.
Reasonable assumption.
So I contacted his publisher.
Turns out, he was the ghost
writer for the admiral's memoir.
Somebody didn't want
this book being published.
SAM:
Listen, Nate.
I wouldn't jeopardize Callen
and the rest of the team
if I didn't think
I could hold my own.
Look, I appreciate that, Sam,
and I believe you.
In fact, I know you put your
partner and the rest of the team
above your own safety.
Okay, then you know pretty much
all there is to know.
Hetty doesn't think so.
Then, maybe you should
go talk to Hetty.
You know, you're probably right.
Is that it?
I'm only here
because Hetty worries about you.
(chuckles)
Nate...
(clears throat)
The only way to
survive is to let go.
I keep a little something behind
in case there's a chance
to escape or attack, but...
the rest of me is gone.
I see 'em wailing on
that guy in the chair.
I can't help him.
When it's over,
I reconnect.
And the only thing
left are some scars.
I'm afraid one day
I may drift off...
and never reconnect.
Then what happens
to the guy in the chair?
Yeah?
Special Agent Callen.
Special Agent Blye, NCIS.
We were wondering
if we could take a look inside
of Jason Carter's apartment.
Yeah, I guess.
I heard he died.
Shame. Nice guy.
Good tenant.
This have anything
to do with the fire?
I'm sorry, the fire?
In his apartment.
The place was gutted
day before yesterday.
(keys jingle)
Fire marshal said
it could take a week or more
to determine what happened.
Had a insurance company
out here this morning.
They wanted to
take a look, too.
Not much left.
Fortunately nobody
was home at the time.
This guy's had a bit of
a run of bad luck, huh?
This is Jason's
girlfriend.
Julie, these are
the agents
from, um...
NCIS.
His insurance company?
No...
Naval Criminal
Investigative Service.
Oh.
Shall we?
Yeah.
Need a hand?
Oh.
Thank you.
I didn't even know
Jason was on his way home
until I saw the message
on my phone.
What did the message say?
Just that he was able
to get a ride
back to L.A.
with the vice admiral,
and was gonna use the time
to interview him.
I fell asleep
waiting up for him.
I kept expecting him
to crawl into bed
and kiss me good night.
When I woke up in the morning
and he wasn't there,
I knew something was wrong.
And he wasn't answering
his phone, so I came here
and the fire department
was just leaving.
I was standing here,
already in shock
when the police called
to tell me
Jason was killed
in the plane crash.
Uh, four days ago.
He give you any indication that
something might've been wrong?
He seemed
a little stressed maybe?
KENSI:
Callen?
Excuse me.
So, super wasn't kidding
when he said the
place was gutted.
Forensics will be able
to tell us more,
but the fire was
hot and fast.
Pro job.
Julie?
Do you know anybody that
would've wanted to hurt Jason?
No.
Some of his articles
earned him hate mail.
Did he tell you what
he was currently working on?
No, he didn't talk much
about work.
Did he ever give you anything
to keep for him?
No.
Why, do you think
something he was working on
played a part in his death?
We're considering
a lot of possibilities.
Please tell me
your presence here is
because of your excitement
over a startling
and revealing piece
of valuable evidence
that solves this case.
Well...
You know what, I'll settle
for a run-of-the-mill clue.
Actually, I have more bad news.
Is it worse than
Jason Carter's
apartment being torched?
Virtually.
What is it?
Virtually.
What?
Virtually.
I think he's stuck.
I knew Hetty was a
robot, but now him?
No... virtually
as in cyberspace.
As in somebody's been scrubbing
through his electronic life.
As in they hijacked his cloud
and wiped it clean
an hour after he died.
As in they hijacked his cloud
This is some serious voodoo.
I'm talking
black bag kung fu,
ninja warrior
assassin level hacking.
Do you have any idea
what he's saying?
I really don't,
but I think it's bad.
Either that or his
motherboard was fried.
So, who do we know
with this level of
cyber warcraft?
I may have a guy.
This is the security cam footage
from the airport.
And I think
this is the black box.
Orange.
See? That's why we didn't find it,
because somebody stole it.
Why would someone steal
a plane's flight recorder?
Million-dollar question.
No, the million-dollar question
is why
is it called the black box
if it's always orange?
If somebody wanted
to find out what happened
to the aircraft
in its last few moments.
Or if they didn't want
someone to know.
Then they would get away
in the confusion.
Yup. And I believe
the same vehicle
entered the airport
just 24 hours earlier. See?
Plain, inconspicuous.
They probably parked it in
a hangar and then re-skinned it
as an emergency vehicle.
And then all they had to do was
wait for the crash to happen.
So they show up on the scene
as emergency workers,
and when everyone else is busy,
they walk off
with the flight recorder.
Which also means
that they knew
that the crash was
going to happen.
Which proves it
was sabotage.
I'm running the hangar rental
and owner lists now,
but still no luck facial
rec-ing these guys.
Okay, what about the vehicle?
Working on that, too.
I doubt you're gonna find it.
These guys haven't left much
to chance.
Someone deliberately
crashes their plane
in what was described
as a aborted kamikaze
flight into the tower.
There could have been
a struggle on board.
Hijacking and a struggle would
be the most logical explanation.
But all of these guys
are top-drawer.
None of them have anything
in their profile or background
that would even
remotely suggest
that they could be
responsible for this.
Which is where
our black-box-stealing,
mystery emergency workers
come in.
Could they be responsible
for the sabotage?
It's not likely.
The plane originated
in Washington.
They would have had to have
sabotaged it a few days before
to have been waiting here.
Which would suggest accomplices.
This is starting to sound like
a conspiracy nut's fantasy.
Only this might be real.
NATE: Okay, good luck.
SAM: Thank you.
How was the zoo?
Did you get a churro?
That's funny.
It's a good one.
Hey, you sure
you want him back?
Can I have the rest of the week
to think about it?
Ha-ha.
So, just give me
the greatest hits.
He's as stubborn as he is big.
I consider both of those
to be assets in an agent.
NATE: And they don't make them
any tougher.
That's also why
he's here.
But the trauma and damage
he experienced,
it's cumulative,
physically and
psychologically,
as you well know.
If it happens too
many more times,
he could reach a breaking point
where he can't take it anymore.
You also know
what can happen then.
HETTY:
Thank you, Nate.
Now could you turn your
attentions to Detective Deeks?
Anything I should know?
I don't want him back
if he's not the man he was.
So, what'd Nate
have to say?
Ah, same old
shrink mumbo jumbo.
Yeah. "You ever have sexual
fantasies about your mom?
You ever wear her clothes
when she's not home?"
That sort of thing?
What?
The hell are you
talking about?
He asked you
that kind of stuff before?
Yeah, but... I mean, that's
normal... shrink stuff.
Are you messing with me?
I'm not messing with you.
(chuckles)
Don't be messing with me
on my first day back, man.
Anyone hear an explosion
prior to the plane crash?
No... and no sign
of any sort of explosive devices
from what I can see.
This all happened
from this plane
hitting the ground at several
hundred miles per hour.
With a crew with
a flawless record.
In a plane
that was just as safe.
What do you got?
Looks like it was a digital
recorder in its former life.
Well?
(sighs)
I'm not sure.
I mean, it's digital,
so it should be there.
It's just a matter
of the damage.
GARDNER (garbled):
What else...?
JASON (garbled): Afghanistan... never...
conquered by a foreign army.
The Russians learned...
the hard...
GARDNER:
Absolutely not...
not at war with Afghanistan.
...the country
trying to weed out
persistent terrorists,
bastards... to Pakistan.
JASON: ...semantics?
What would it... take to put...?
GARDNER:
Money...
money and more troops...
private contractors...
billions.
Whoa, what was that when he said
"money, private contractors"?
Can you dig it out more?
I can try.
JASON:
Same... said of... military.
GARDNER:
Our people...
properly trained.
Theirs are not.
They're a... risk that re...
lots... cover-ups.
Sounded like he said
"cover-ups."
...risk that re...
lots... cover-ups.
Hell... proof of what...
considered war crimes.
That's it.
He was talking about war
crimes being committed.
Without
the entire recording,
we can only ever guess
what was actually said,
but that's what
it sounded like to me, too.
Well, if you had proof that
Americans with war contracts
committed atrocities overseas
while employed
by the U.S. government,
I'd say there are those who
would kill to keep that buried.
You need to hear this.
(phone rings)
Let me guess--
you're stuck in traffic.
No.
Uh, hi, Hetty.
No, I-I thought
you were going to be Deeks.
No, he hasn't showed yet.
In fact, he's not answering
his phone calls or e-mails.
ERIC:
An amateur plane spotter
and his buddy sent this
to the Burbank
Police Department.
Yeah, they were parked here,
listening in on the tower,
when they picked
up on this
from a different
radio frequency.
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER:
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
this is Burbank tower.
Do you read?
Tower said they never responded.
They thought they were
responding to the tower,
but they actually weren't.
PILOT: Burbank tower.
Lear 251 Delta Lima.
We have you loud and clear.
Little foggy down there.
That's the pilot of
Admiral Gardner's plane.
MAN: Delta Lima, we're still
above minimums here, unbroken
with a 300-foot ceiling.
If that's not
the tower,
then who the
hell is it?
PILOT: Roger. Glad to hear.
I don't know, I ran it
Burbank tower, I may have
some instrument issues.
Altimeter isn't matching
my other displays.
Computer's got me
at a thousand feet
and altimeter is reading 750.
MAN:
Altimeter setting is 2886.
We have you descending
through 900 feet.
Glide slope is spot-on.
Come left to 024 degrees.
You're cleared to land.
PILOT:
Wilco.
024 and cleared to land.
COPILOT: Look out, look out,
pull up, pull up!
PILOT:
We're going down!
(static hisses)
Three seconds later
they crashed.
Somebody intercepted
the tower's radio system
as well as that of the plane.
And were able to sabotage
the jet's instrument system.
Like I said... serious voodoo.
So, an outspoken navy admiral
is speaking with a journalist
known for controversial stories.
And they want to keep him quiet
so they kill the admiral
and the writer...
Making it look
like a plane crash...
CALLEN:
Wiping out any evidence
of what the
journalist was doing.
And we have nothing
but a few seconds of interview.
What if the journalist gave
his girlfriend
copies of his work
for safekeeping?
But he didn't.
Maybe those responsible
don't know that.
More evidence is surfacing about
the fiery plane crash in Burbank
yesterday that killed retired
Navy Vice Admiral Gardner.
Another victim
has been identified
as controversial journalist
Jason Carter.
According to sources
close to Carter,
he was worried
about his own safety recently
because of the story
he was working on,
excerpts of which have been
released by his girlfriend.
The following conversation
between Carter
and the vice admiral is believed
to have been recorded
just moments
before the fatal crash.
GARDNER:
Our people are properly trained.
Theirs are not.
They're a security risk that
resulted in lots of cover-ups.
Hell, we've even seen proof
of what would be considered
war crimes.
The investigation
into the crash that killed
Vice Admiral Gardner
and Jason Carter is ongoing,
and this latest development
suggests
this story is far from over.
Will this be enough
to draw them out?
Whoever's responsible went
to extremes to bury this.
I doubt they have any
intentions of stopping now.
GARDNER:
Our people are properly trained.
Theirs are not.
They're a security risk
that resulted in lots
of cover-ups.
Hell, we've even seen proof
of what would be considered
war crimes.
What else do you want to know?
JASON: Afghanistan has never been
conquered by a foreign army.
The Russians learned that
the hard way.
What are we waiting for?
Let's go.
Showtime.
HETTY:
You put a surveillance camera
inside a garden gnome?
Yeah, we call it
the Hetty-cam.
Hey now, these guys
are real pros.
Wouldn't you say so, Hetty?
I could say many things,
many, many.
Look, they're picking the lock.
(beeping)
GARDNER: Absolutely not
the same situation.
We're not at war
with Afghanistan.
We're in the country trying to
weed out persistent terrorists,
bastards who migrated
to Pakistan.
JASON:
Isn't that just semantics?
What would it really take
to put an end to...?
GARDNER:
Money.
It'd take more money
and more troops,
but we're inundated
with private contractors
who waste billions.
They call Washington corrupt;
these bastards take the cake.
JASON: So now you're talking about
multinational corporations.
(water running)
I've had my
flu shot.
What the...?
(grunting)
Kitty Corner?
I only read it for the
articles. Federal agent.
Don't even think
about it.
What'd I just say?
You're still thinking
about it.
"What if I distract him with
the magazine, dive for cover,
draw, and fire?"
That might work,
but they'd fill you
full of holes.
Good call.
Wish you were out there?
No such thing as
a bad day in the water.
I came.
Even had my hand on the door.
I don't know what happened,
I just couldn't come in.
Pretty sure you'd feel better
if we talked.
Pretty sure I wouldn't.
Look...
even though I'm here
at Hetty's request, and...
well, I've got my own opinions,
the only one who matters
in all this is you.
I have no agenda
beyond making sure
you're in the best place
you can be right now.
And how can you possibly know
what that place is
when I don't even know?
Perspective?
Seldom do we know
what we need for ourselves.
What I need... is sleep.
Why do you think
you can't sleep?
Because every time
I close my eyes,
my mind just keeps running.
With what?
All sorts of stuff, man.
The abduction?
Yes, the abduction.
Torture?
The abduction...
torture,
when I was shot...
falling off my bike
when I was eight years old,
stepping on a bee,
nursery rhymes,
grocery lists, infomercials.
It's like someone took
all my memories
and just put 'em
into a blender.
You went through a
traumatic experience.
Yeah, but this is not
my first traumatic experience.
No, but maybe
something
about this one
had more impact.
Your brain could be
trying to make sense
of what happened by comparing
it to past experiences,
but you got nothing
that comes close,
so it's working a little
harder to resolve it.
Okay, so how long's
this supposed to last?
I don't think I have
a definitive answer for that,
but the more you talk
about it out here,
the less you're gonna have
to work on it in here.
So, what,
in the meantime,
I just walk around
with the mind of a schizophrenic?
I don't think you
have to worry about being a...
You know,
it's funny,
'cause I already get
the Shaggy jokes
and how I'm halfway
to homeless.
You know, what's crazy
is that I see these guys
and I hear them
talking to themselves
and it's scaring
the hell out of me
because if I were to say
what's going on in my mind,
it wouldn't be
that different.
Well, that's
the real difference.
You're worried about it.
I'd be more concerned
if you weren't.
So I'm not crazy?
Not yet.
If you don't start
getting some sleep,
you're gonna start to act
and feel like it.
What about Kensi?
What about her?
You two obviously have
something special.
Who told you that?
You're partners.
That's a special
relationship.
Look at Callen
and Sam.
Right, of course.
What is it about
your partnership
that's... unique?
What do you mean?
What do you mean, "unique"?
Different from Callen
and Sam or the others.
What's the one
ingredient you'd say
makes your partnership
distinct from the rest?
I don't know.
Well...
once you can answer that
truthfully to yourself,
everything else will
become much clearer.
They're not talking.
Lawyered up
before we could zip-tie 'em.
Both are former
Special Forces.
Both work for D7--
it's a private company
with a couple of billion
in government contracts
supplying support services in
hot spots around the world.
KENSI: Yeah, we've already called
in for a search warrant.
HETTY:
The evidence
we'd need will be
long gone
by then,
if it isn't already.
We have to work
with what we have.
Well, the guys in the
boatshed are small fish.
They're well-trained,
they're well-funded,
but they didn't
order this.
That was somebody
higher up.
Somebody who has
access to technology
that allows them to intercept
air traffic control
and sabotage a private jet's
in-flight computer.
Yeah, Hetty,
this is a lot bigger
than we initially thought.
I mean, we're talking war crimes
by private contractors.
We'll get them,
but today you caught
two small fish,
and sometimes small fish are
the most perfect bait
for big fish.
This is far
from over.
You did well
today.
Eric even managed to keep
his pants on.
You can drop them off
at wardrobe.
I can go back to wearing shorts?
For a while.
It's a process.
Uh-huh.
Hmm.
SAM: I want a job where
it's an accomplishment
to leave my pants on.
Hmm.
I have sensitive thighs.
Oh...
He has sensitive thighs.
Yeah.
ERIC: Hey, come on, guys.
Guys, it's not funny--
it's like restless legs syndrome
times a zillion.
Good luck with that.
(sighs)
I'm dead.
I'm the one who cut them.
I couldn't bear
to see you suffer.
What are we gonna do?
Looks like we're going
shopping, Beale.
(exhales)
So...
what's the good word
on our Mr. Deeks?
He's hurting.
Can he return to work?
Yes.
Whether he will or not
is a question for him.
He's not sleeping.
He can't work through this
if he doesn't get some rest.
And his partner?
It's a complicated
relationship.
Aren't they all?
You asked me if he could
come back to work.
And now I'm asking you about
his relationship with Kensi.
Are you playing
semantics with me?
He's very close...
to his partner.
Too close to return?
(phone buzzing)
(knocking at door)
I'm co-- I'm co.
Oh.
(grunts)
Hi.
Hey.
I've been calling.
Yeah, I think
I must have had my phone off.
Guess what reopened.
Is that
Yummy Yummy Heart Attack?
Yep, three Fs
from the health department
and still going strong.
Yeah, if "F" stood
for "fabulous."
Did you get
the, uh, Drunken Pigs?
With extra kimchi--
you're welcome.
I think I just
felt a shiver.
Want me to, uh, grab
something to drink?
Oh, no, no, no, no, I have
got you covered, my friend.
Wow, one day you are going
to make somebody
the perfect
personal assistant.
Got a fork?
I got a spork.
(laughing):
Yeah, yeah, you do.
All right.
Oh, I have been waiting for
this-- the smell in the car...
Oh, are you kidding me?
I forgot how good
this was.
This is so good.
You think
it's bad for us?
Hmm, ah, you only
live once, ha.
Yeah, probably a lot shorter
when you eat like this.
You got napkins?
Uh-huh.
Is that dessert?
Uh, no, it's nothing.
You got me a Cronut?
Um, I did, but that
was a while ago,
and I left it at
your doorstep,
so that's old,
don't eat it.
N-N-N-No,
d-don't throw it away.
It's the thought that counts--
I'm gonna frame this thing.
You're so weird.
I mean, look at that.
It's like America and France
made slow, sweet love
and then had
a pastry baby.
(laughs)
Sure you don't want
a bite?
No, seriously it's been
out there for a while.
I'll probably
still eat that.
Okay.
So, Burnt Offerings
is on at 11:00.
ANNOUNCER:
It's the bottom of the eighth...
I don't really know
if I'm up for a movie.
Oh, yes, you are because
I cannot watch this alone.
It is rated triple-B.
What's that?
Blood, breasts,
and beasts.
What was the last one?
Beasts.
Well, you know how
I like big beasts.
Either way, you're
watching it with me.
I thought you loved
horror movies.
I do, just not by myself.
Watch it with me.
Watch it with me?
Watch it with me.
You won me over
with the pastry, baby.
(laughs)
Awesome, okay.
(sighs)
Want to use my cat pillow?
(giggles)
It's pink, very
masculine.
So...
(sighs)
Oliver Reed and
Karen Black move
into this mansion
with their son
and their elderly aunt,
played by Bette Davis,
who I absolutely love,
and then Burgess
Meredith,
who played Mickey
in the Rocky films--
it was so sad
when he dies,
oh, my God, it's the
best scene ever--
um, and his sister play the
caretakers of this mansion,
and then
their mother--
she's like an elderly recluse
in the attic, and then...
...flying monkeys from
The Wizard of Oz show up
with guns, and there's
a big shoot-out.
Mm, those monkeys are scary.
What happens next?
It's a love story.
What?
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
this is Burbank tower.
Do you read?
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
this is Burbank tower.
Do you read?
Acknowledge,
Lear 251 Delta Lima.
They're off course
and under the glide slope.
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
do you read?
Come right to 020.
Delta Lima, do you read?
(beeping)
It's seconds out.
Delta Lima, abort.
Delta Lima, abort!
Delta Lima, abort!
Abort!
Run!
♪ NCIS: LA 5x02 ♪
Impact
Original air date on October 1, 2013
(Sam grunting)
(panting)
(grunting)
CALLEN:
How's he doing?
Passed his evals, right?
Oh, with flying colors.
So he's good to go.
Have you talked to Deeks?
He appears to be screening
my calls.
That's brazen.
Indeed.
(rooster ringtone plays)
NELL: Oh, my God.
Emoticon overload.
These guys from last night
are kind of driving me nuts.
Which one? Jesse?
Alex. What is that?
An ear of corn?
A pickle?
That actually
looks like a-a...
(cat ringtone plays)
Oh, my God, here's Jesse.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Well, good morning to you,"
smiley face.
You heard from all three?
Haven't you?
Uh, no. My, uh, phone's off.
(sighs)
I mean, who came up
with this
Groupster thing anyway?
You know, three times
the rejection
doesn't seem
psychologically sound.
One-on-one is bad enough.
I know, but Rose was so excited,
and, you know, she really needs
to get out and meet guys.
Yeah, that have a pulse.
It's supposed to be fun.
Three guys, three girls,
no pressure, no expectations.
I'm sorry.
(frog ringtone plays)
Three's a crowd.
Is that a heart or a butt?
You know what?
Here's an example.
Three bears, burgled.
Three little piggies,
houses obliterated.
Three blind mice,
tails cut off.
I am telling you,
people start killing each other
when the equation is three.
NELL:
Wonder if Rose got any calls.
Yeah, only if one of them
dropped dead.
(laughs)
You're bad.
(whistling)
Case on deck.
Oh, here we go.
Haircut?
KENSI:
No, I think it's
a new shirt.
Wait a second.
Are those...?
Yep, I am wearing pants.
Sad face.
(cow ringtone plays)
What, you got Old MacDonald's
entire farm in there?
Uh, it's just my mom.
Just her mom.
SAM:
Well, well, well.
Look who's wearing
big-boy pants.
(clears throat)
Hetty got me these.
I mean, you still
have the thongs,
but it's a start.
Might as well be
wearing a thong.
Stop whining.
Yes, ma'am.
(clears throat)
Early this morning,
a private jet, on its way
from Washington, D.C.,
crashed at Burbank Airport.
There's no information as to why
the plane went down,
but at this early hour,
it does appear
no one on board survived.
What did air traffic
control say?
The tower lost contact
with the jet upon approach.
The plane appeared to be
on a collision course
before veering off
at the last moment, crashing.
Pilot error?
Could have overshot the runway.
Maybe, or whoever
was flying the plane
had a clear target in mind.
Or maybe they missed a target.
It's who's on board
that interests us.
Former Vice Admiral
William Gardner.
He was a key player
in the War on Terror.
Forced into early retirement
ten months ago.
Gardner's uncensored criticism
of the administration
lost him his job
and a seat
on the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
What was he doing in L.A.?
According to this,
he was brokering a book deal.
"Unbroken Warrior,
a riveting account of the truth
behind the headlines."
Sam and I will check out
the airport. Kensi...
HETTY: Uh, you'll be
taking Kensi with you,
Mr. Callen.
Oh, great, my third-wheel
status made official.
Not today.
Sam has an appointment.
Oh.
With who?
That would be me.
Nate.
Good morning.
You want me to see
another shrink?
HETTY:
Uh, I don't think
Mr. Getz is "another shrink."
He knows you,
your past.
And he knows I bounce back fast.
Even the most durable fabric
wears out eventually.
Is that what you think,
Hetty?
You think I'm worn out?
I worry that you will be
if you don't take care
of yourself.
Sit down,
Mr. Hanna.
(sighs)
I don't know
what more you want
from me, Hetty.
I passed my physical
my psych assessment.
Have I ever told you
about the time I went blind?
It was in Cambodia.
I was so committed
to my assignment
that I went
for weeks existing
on little more than insects
and lemongrass.
So when, at last,
my target presented itself,
I could barely see
to complete my mission.
Vitamin A deficiency.
I take a multivitamin.
Oh, come on.
Sorry, Hetty.
I get it, but I wouldn't be here
if I didn't think
I could do a good job.
Then, your visit with Mr. Getz
will be a mere formality.
How'd you get your sight back?
Carrots.
Always eat your carrots,
Mr. Hanna.
Sorry.
I know you were looking forward
to getting back out with Sam.
Yeah, it's the same
for you and Deeks.
Well, let's stay positive.
Good idea.
He won't return my calls.
Don't take it
personally.
Sam's been staying close
to home as well.
I couldn't get him to go
to a Lakers game.
Yeah, I bought him a Cronut.
I had courtside...
You bought him a what?
A Cronut.
It's a croissant-doughnut
hybrid; Deeks loves them.
I can only get them in this
little bakery in New York City,
and I left it on his doorstep,
and it's still there.
He'll be okay.
Yeah.
They both will.
I'm gonna call Eric,
see if he spoke
to the I.T. guys.
NCIS.
Investigating the death
of Vice Admiral Gardner.
Chief Howard,
National Transportation
Safety Board.
How are you?
Good luck with that.
Come again?
Take a look; not much left.
So you haven't been able
to find anything
that helps explain the crash?
Well, actually, we've pretty
much found everything
except the one thing
that could help.
The black box?
The wreck area
is pretty small.
But we can't find
the box anywhere.
Really?
Really.
KENSI: Yeah, you think you can get
onto those ATC computers?
ERIC: They're not
your average laptops, Kensi.
I'm a geek, not a god.
Eric, okay, let us know
what else you find.
Fine.
I.T. guys confirmed the tower
systems were operating properly.
Did the pilots give
any indication
that they were having problems?
No, there was no response to any
of the communication attempts.
Total radio silence.
I'm trying to get
Eric to verify it,
but something's got
his panties in a twist.
Maybe it's his new pants.
(sheep ringtone playing)
Busy morning.
Is that your, uh,
your mom again?
(sheep ringtone plays)
A friend.
Friend of you
and Kensi's?
Yeah, just someone
I hung out with last night.
With Kensi?
On a date?
I don't mean a
date with Kensi.
You know what I mean.
Like, Kensi and the guy
she's into,
you and the guy you're into.
Not into him,
not into any of them,
and neither is Kensi.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, them?
Yeah, okay,
there's three of them
and three of us,
but we only went
because Rose
really needs
to get out more, so...
Oh, Rose came, too.
Yeah, it was like
a girls' night.
Ah, girls' night with guys.
Who we are not into.
And yet you hung out with them
all evening.
Hey, so should we move
this interrogation
into the boatshed?
Oh, sorry, just, uh,
curious how
this whole thing works.
Why?
'Cause you want
to go on one?
What?
Oh, on a date?
Whoa, with you?
(chuckling):
No, no.
With, like,
other people.
Just, come on,
not with me.
Oh.
No.
(chuckles)
I mean, that's three times
the heartache, right?
For them, I mean.
(whispering):
Right.
Right.
SAM: right,ring
on the questions.
Is that what you want?
Me running through a list
of questions,
seeing if any
of them trigger you?
Trigger me?
I'm a ticking time bomb?
Well, is that how you feel?
I feel fine.
It's just everybody acts
like I'm gonna explode.
In what way?
You know, tiptoeing around,
"watching for signs."
Can you blame us?
You went through
quite an ordeal.
I've been through a lot worse.
That's not how
trauma works, Sam.
Somebody might survive a tsunami
no problem,
only to be scarred for life
by a trip to the dentist.
(chuckles)
You might not want
to use that example on Deeks.
Noted.
Look, Sam, you and I both know
you're more than well-equipped
to handle this,
and you've got
a great support network here.
(sighs)
The other night,
Michelle and I got into it
over whose turn it was
to do the dishes.
That sounds normal.
She wouldn't let me do 'em.
That sound normal to you?
It sounds like she cares.
And Callen got us
these amazing tickets
at the Lakers game.
Probably sold a
kidney for 'em.
Did you go?
No, it didn't feel right.
Because he's being
too nice to you?
Everybody is.
It's like they're trying
to make me feel better
when I'm fine.
(rain falling)
WOMAN (over headphones):
Remember to relax
and concentrate
on the next exercise.
You must breathe very slowly.
Fill what is empty and empty
what is full.
Fill what is empty
and empty what is full.
Ah-hum-rumas-me.
I am the universe.
Ah-hum-rumas-me.
I am the universe.
My head is relaxing.
My head is relaxing.
My arms are relaxing.
My arms are relaxing.
My abdomen is relaxing.
My abdomen is relaxing.
Relax the buttocks.
Relax the buttocks.
(sighs)
What am I doing?
Clench, release.
Clench, release.
Clench,
release.
Clench, release.
I am one with the universe.
I am one
with the universe.
(gasps)
God, Hetty, what are you doing?
Well, I thought
I'd brave the monsoon
to come check on you.
(rain and thunder stop)
Storm sounds--
supposed to make it easier
to fall asleep, so...
You having trouble sleeping?
(chuckles)
Yeah, I'd say I have
a little case of insomnia.
Probably all that clenching
and releasing.
Wow-wow-wow-
wow-wow-wow-wow,
you've been busy.
Well, when you don't sleep,
you realize how many hours
there are in the day
you have to fill.
Well, if you're bored...
perhaps you could
come back to work.
I didn't even know
that you were, um,
I didn't know you were coming.
If I knew...
Do, do you want something?
Do you want some milk?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
I-I can't stay long. (phone buzzes)
I just came to...
see if your phone
was working.
43...
missed calls.
Fancy that.
Like you said, I've been busy.
So has Kensi.
For the past
few weeks.
Without a partner.
I'm gonna need a decision soon.
Especially if I need
to find a replacement.
Of course.
I'll leave you
to your storm.
Hopefully it'll pass
without too much damage.
(rain falling, thunder crashing)
Feel your troubles melting away
as you drift off
to a world abstract.
(grunting)
(groans)
(Eric muttering)
I'll show you, Hetty.
Oh!
Hello.
Uh, did you ever hear of knocking?
Sorry.
Last I checked, this
was the burn room,
not the locker room.
What are you doing?
What's it look
like I'm doing?
Something really weird?
Are those your pants?
Uh... no.
Oh, my...
God!
Those are not my pants.
I do not own pants.
Those are Hetty's pants.
Interesting, and you were
going to incinerate them?
Do you have a death wish?
I didn't have a choice.
Did you have an accident?
Ew, no.
Those things are driving me
nuts, they're so constrictive.
It's like my legs are trapped
in a straitjacket.
Eric, they're pants.
People have been wearing them
for thousands of years.
Oh, no, no, not my people.
(Scottish accent):
The Beales of the Clan McBeale.
And now you're Scottish?
As heather and haggis.
So why don't you wear a kilt?
I do. I did. I used to.
Until this little incident
with Hetty.
It's easy to forget
how short she is.
Her eye line is
lower than you think.
Yup, got it! Thanks.
Okay, I suggest you take
your bag-o-pants
and put them back
on your body before
Hetty finds out, or else
it'll be your butt
in the incinerator.
And there was
a last-minute passenger added
to the flight's manifest.
Jason Carter?
How do I know that name?
Jason Carter was a journalist.
He had written a number
of high profile pieces
on a variety
of different topics.
He was even nominated
for a Pulitzer
for an article he wrote
on hydraulic fracturing
and the oil companies.
That's how I know him.
For the past year or so,
he had been writing
about the war in Afghanistan,
embedding himself
in several different units.
Hmm.
Maybe he was interviewing
the vice admiral on the flight.
Reasonable assumption.
So I contacted his publisher.
Turns out, he was the ghost
writer for the admiral's memoir.
Somebody didn't want
this book being published.
SAM:
Listen, Nate.
I wouldn't jeopardize Callen
and the rest of the team
if I didn't think
I could hold my own.
Look, I appreciate that, Sam,
and I believe you.
In fact, I know you put your
partner and the rest of the team
above your own safety.
Okay, then you know pretty much
all there is to know.
Hetty doesn't think so.
Then, maybe you should
go talk to Hetty.
You know, you're probably right.
Is that it?
I'm only here
because Hetty worries about you.
(chuckles)
Nate...
(clears throat)
The only way to
survive is to let go.
I keep a little something behind
in case there's a chance
to escape or attack, but...
the rest of me is gone.
I see 'em wailing on
that guy in the chair.
I can't help him.
When it's over,
I reconnect.
And the only thing
left are some scars.
I'm afraid one day
I may drift off...
and never reconnect.
Then what happens
to the guy in the chair?
Yeah?
Special Agent Callen.
Special Agent Blye, NCIS.
We were wondering
if we could take a look inside
of Jason Carter's apartment.
Yeah, I guess.
I heard he died.
Shame. Nice guy.
Good tenant.
This have anything
to do with the fire?
I'm sorry, the fire?
In his apartment.
The place was gutted
day before yesterday.
(keys jingle)
Fire marshal said
it could take a week or more
to determine what happened.
Had a insurance company
out here this morning.
They wanted to
take a look, too.
Not much left.
Fortunately nobody
was home at the time.
This guy's had a bit of
a run of bad luck, huh?
This is Jason's
girlfriend.
Julie, these are
the agents
from, um...
NCIS.
His insurance company?
No...
Naval Criminal
Investigative Service.
Oh.
Shall we?
Yeah.
Need a hand?
Oh.
Thank you.
I didn't even know
Jason was on his way home
until I saw the message
on my phone.
What did the message say?
Just that he was able
to get a ride
back to L.A.
with the vice admiral,
and was gonna use the time
to interview him.
I fell asleep
waiting up for him.
I kept expecting him
to crawl into bed
and kiss me good night.
When I woke up in the morning
and he wasn't there,
I knew something was wrong.
And he wasn't answering
his phone, so I came here
and the fire department
was just leaving.
I was standing here,
already in shock
when the police called
to tell me
Jason was killed
in the plane crash.
Uh, four days ago.
He give you any indication that
something might've been wrong?
He seemed
a little stressed maybe?
KENSI:
Callen?
Excuse me.
So, super wasn't kidding
when he said the
place was gutted.
Forensics will be able
to tell us more,
but the fire was
hot and fast.
Pro job.
Julie?
Do you know anybody that
would've wanted to hurt Jason?
No.
Some of his articles
earned him hate mail.
Did he tell you what
he was currently working on?
No, he didn't talk much
about work.
Did he ever give you anything
to keep for him?
No.
Why, do you think
something he was working on
played a part in his death?
We're considering
a lot of possibilities.
Please tell me
your presence here is
because of your excitement
over a startling
and revealing piece
of valuable evidence
that solves this case.
Well...
You know what, I'll settle
for a run-of-the-mill clue.
Actually, I have more bad news.
Is it worse than
Jason Carter's
apartment being torched?
Virtually.
What is it?
Virtually.
What?
Virtually.
I think he's stuck.
I knew Hetty was a
robot, but now him?
No... virtually
as in cyberspace.
As in somebody's been scrubbing
through his electronic life.
As in they hijacked his cloud
and wiped it clean
an hour after he died.
As in they hijacked his cloud
This is some serious voodoo.
I'm talking
black bag kung fu,
ninja warrior
assassin level hacking.
Do you have any idea
what he's saying?
I really don't,
but I think it's bad.
Either that or his
motherboard was fried.
So, who do we know
with this level of
cyber warcraft?
I may have a guy.
This is the security cam footage
from the airport.
And I think
this is the black box.
Orange.
See? That's why we didn't find it,
because somebody stole it.
Why would someone steal
a plane's flight recorder?
Million-dollar question.
No, the million-dollar question
is why
is it called the black box
if it's always orange?
If somebody wanted
to find out what happened
to the aircraft
in its last few moments.
Or if they didn't want
someone to know.
Then they would get away
in the confusion.
Yup. And I believe
the same vehicle
entered the airport
just 24 hours earlier. See?
Plain, inconspicuous.
They probably parked it in
a hangar and then re-skinned it
as an emergency vehicle.
And then all they had to do was
wait for the crash to happen.
So they show up on the scene
as emergency workers,
and when everyone else is busy,
they walk off
with the flight recorder.
Which also means
that they knew
that the crash was
going to happen.
Which proves it
was sabotage.
I'm running the hangar rental
and owner lists now,
but still no luck facial
rec-ing these guys.
Okay, what about the vehicle?
Working on that, too.
I doubt you're gonna find it.
These guys haven't left much
to chance.
Someone deliberately
crashes their plane
in what was described
as a aborted kamikaze
flight into the tower.
There could have been
a struggle on board.
Hijacking and a struggle would
be the most logical explanation.
But all of these guys
are top-drawer.
None of them have anything
in their profile or background
that would even
remotely suggest
that they could be
responsible for this.
Which is where
our black-box-stealing,
mystery emergency workers
come in.
Could they be responsible
for the sabotage?
It's not likely.
The plane originated
in Washington.
They would have had to have
sabotaged it a few days before
to have been waiting here.
Which would suggest accomplices.
This is starting to sound like
a conspiracy nut's fantasy.
Only this might be real.
NATE: Okay, good luck.
SAM: Thank you.
How was the zoo?
Did you get a churro?
That's funny.
It's a good one.
Hey, you sure
you want him back?
Can I have the rest of the week
to think about it?
Ha-ha.
So, just give me
the greatest hits.
He's as stubborn as he is big.
I consider both of those
to be assets in an agent.
NATE: And they don't make them
any tougher.
That's also why
he's here.
But the trauma and damage
he experienced,
it's cumulative,
physically and
psychologically,
as you well know.
If it happens too
many more times,
he could reach a breaking point
where he can't take it anymore.
You also know
what can happen then.
HETTY:
Thank you, Nate.
Now could you turn your
attentions to Detective Deeks?
Anything I should know?
I don't want him back
if he's not the man he was.
So, what'd Nate
have to say?
Ah, same old
shrink mumbo jumbo.
Yeah. "You ever have sexual
fantasies about your mom?
You ever wear her clothes
when she's not home?"
That sort of thing?
What?
The hell are you
talking about?
He asked you
that kind of stuff before?
Yeah, but... I mean, that's
normal... shrink stuff.
Are you messing with me?
I'm not messing with you.
(chuckles)
Don't be messing with me
on my first day back, man.
Anyone hear an explosion
prior to the plane crash?
No... and no sign
of any sort of explosive devices
from what I can see.
This all happened
from this plane
hitting the ground at several
hundred miles per hour.
With a crew with
a flawless record.
In a plane
that was just as safe.
What do you got?
Looks like it was a digital
recorder in its former life.
Well?
(sighs)
I'm not sure.
I mean, it's digital,
so it should be there.
It's just a matter
of the damage.
GARDNER (garbled):
What else...?
JASON (garbled): Afghanistan... never...
conquered by a foreign army.
The Russians learned...
the hard...
GARDNER:
Absolutely not...
not at war with Afghanistan.
...the country
trying to weed out
persistent terrorists,
bastards... to Pakistan.
JASON: ...semantics?
What would it... take to put...?
GARDNER:
Money...
money and more troops...
private contractors...
billions.
Whoa, what was that when he said
"money, private contractors"?
Can you dig it out more?
I can try.
JASON:
Same... said of... military.
GARDNER:
Our people...
properly trained.
Theirs are not.
They're a... risk that re...
lots... cover-ups.
Sounded like he said
"cover-ups."
...risk that re...
lots... cover-ups.
Hell... proof of what...
considered war crimes.
That's it.
He was talking about war
crimes being committed.
Without
the entire recording,
we can only ever guess
what was actually said,
but that's what
it sounded like to me, too.
Well, if you had proof that
Americans with war contracts
committed atrocities overseas
while employed
by the U.S. government,
I'd say there are those who
would kill to keep that buried.
You need to hear this.
(phone rings)
Let me guess--
you're stuck in traffic.
No.
Uh, hi, Hetty.
No, I-I thought
you were going to be Deeks.
No, he hasn't showed yet.
In fact, he's not answering
his phone calls or e-mails.
ERIC:
An amateur plane spotter
and his buddy sent this
to the Burbank
Police Department.
Yeah, they were parked here,
listening in on the tower,
when they picked
up on this
from a different
radio frequency.
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER:
Lear 251 Delta Lima,
this is Burbank tower.
Do you read?
Tower said they never responded.
They thought they were
responding to the tower,
but they actually weren't.
PILOT: Burbank tower.
Lear 251 Delta Lima.
We have you loud and clear.
Little foggy down there.
That's the pilot of
Admiral Gardner's plane.
MAN: Delta Lima, we're still
above minimums here, unbroken
with a 300-foot ceiling.
If that's not
the tower,
then who the
hell is it?
PILOT: Roger. Glad to hear.
I don't know, I ran it
Burbank tower, I may have
some instrument issues.
Altimeter isn't matching
my other displays.
Computer's got me
at a thousand feet
and altimeter is reading 750.
MAN:
Altimeter setting is 2886.
We have you descending
through 900 feet.
Glide slope is spot-on.
Come left to 024 degrees.
You're cleared to land.
PILOT:
Wilco.
024 and cleared to land.
COPILOT: Look out, look out,
pull up, pull up!
PILOT:
We're going down!
(static hisses)
Three seconds later
they crashed.
Somebody intercepted
the tower's radio system
as well as that of the plane.
And were able to sabotage
the jet's instrument system.
Like I said... serious voodoo.
So, an outspoken navy admiral
is speaking with a journalist
known for controversial stories.
And they want to keep him quiet
so they kill the admiral
and the writer...
Making it look
like a plane crash...
CALLEN:
Wiping out any evidence
of what the
journalist was doing.
And we have nothing
but a few seconds of interview.
What if the journalist gave
his girlfriend
copies of his work
for safekeeping?
But he didn't.
Maybe those responsible
don't know that.
More evidence is surfacing about
the fiery plane crash in Burbank
yesterday that killed retired
Navy Vice Admiral Gardner.
Another victim
has been identified
as controversial journalist
Jason Carter.
According to sources
close to Carter,
he was worried
about his own safety recently
because of the story
he was working on,
excerpts of which have been
released by his girlfriend.
The following conversation
between Carter
and the vice admiral is believed
to have been recorded
just moments
before the fatal crash.
GARDNER:
Our people are properly trained.
Theirs are not.
They're a security risk that
resulted in lots of cover-ups.
Hell, we've even seen proof
of what would be considered
war crimes.
The investigation
into the crash that killed
Vice Admiral Gardner
and Jason Carter is ongoing,
and this latest development
suggests
this story is far from over.
Will this be enough
to draw them out?
Whoever's responsible went
to extremes to bury this.
I doubt they have any
intentions of stopping now.
GARDNER:
Our people are properly trained.
Theirs are not.
They're a security risk
that resulted in lots
of cover-ups.
Hell, we've even seen proof
of what would be considered
war crimes.
What else do you want to know?
JASON: Afghanistan has never been
conquered by a foreign army.
The Russians learned that
the hard way.
What are we waiting for?
Let's go.
Showtime.
HETTY:
You put a surveillance camera
inside a garden gnome?
Yeah, we call it
the Hetty-cam.
Hey now, these guys
are real pros.
Wouldn't you say so, Hetty?
I could say many things,
many, many.
Look, they're picking the lock.
(beeping)
GARDNER: Absolutely not
the same situation.
We're not at war
with Afghanistan.
We're in the country trying to
weed out persistent terrorists,
bastards who migrated
to Pakistan.
JASON:
Isn't that just semantics?
What would it really take
to put an end to...?
GARDNER:
Money.
It'd take more money
and more troops,
but we're inundated
with private contractors
who waste billions.
They call Washington corrupt;
these bastards take the cake.
JASON: So now you're talking about
multinational corporations.
(water running)
I've had my
flu shot.
What the...?
(grunting)
Kitty Corner?
I only read it for the
articles. Federal agent.
Don't even think
about it.
What'd I just say?
You're still thinking
about it.
"What if I distract him with
the magazine, dive for cover,
draw, and fire?"
That might work,
but they'd fill you
full of holes.
Good call.
Wish you were out there?
No such thing as
a bad day in the water.
I came.
Even had my hand on the door.
I don't know what happened,
I just couldn't come in.
Pretty sure you'd feel better
if we talked.
Pretty sure I wouldn't.
Look...
even though I'm here
at Hetty's request, and...
well, I've got my own opinions,
the only one who matters
in all this is you.
I have no agenda
beyond making sure
you're in the best place
you can be right now.
And how can you possibly know
what that place is
when I don't even know?
Perspective?
Seldom do we know
what we need for ourselves.
What I need... is sleep.
Why do you think
you can't sleep?
Because every time
I close my eyes,
my mind just keeps running.
With what?
All sorts of stuff, man.
The abduction?
Yes, the abduction.
Torture?
The abduction...
torture,
when I was shot...
falling off my bike
when I was eight years old,
stepping on a bee,
nursery rhymes,
grocery lists, infomercials.
It's like someone took
all my memories
and just put 'em
into a blender.
You went through a
traumatic experience.
Yeah, but this is not
my first traumatic experience.
No, but maybe
something
about this one
had more impact.
Your brain could be
trying to make sense
of what happened by comparing
it to past experiences,
but you got nothing
that comes close,
so it's working a little
harder to resolve it.
Okay, so how long's
this supposed to last?
I don't think I have
a definitive answer for that,
but the more you talk
about it out here,
the less you're gonna have
to work on it in here.
So, what,
in the meantime,
I just walk around
with the mind of a schizophrenic?
I don't think you
have to worry about being a...
You know,
it's funny,
'cause I already get
the Shaggy jokes
and how I'm halfway
to homeless.
You know, what's crazy
is that I see these guys
and I hear them
talking to themselves
and it's scaring
the hell out of me
because if I were to say
what's going on in my mind,
it wouldn't be
that different.
Well, that's
the real difference.
You're worried about it.
I'd be more concerned
if you weren't.
So I'm not crazy?
Not yet.
If you don't start
getting some sleep,
you're gonna start to act
and feel like it.
What about Kensi?
What about her?
You two obviously have
something special.
Who told you that?
You're partners.
That's a special
relationship.
Look at Callen
and Sam.
Right, of course.
What is it about
your partnership
that's... unique?
What do you mean?
What do you mean, "unique"?
Different from Callen
and Sam or the others.
What's the one
ingredient you'd say
makes your partnership
distinct from the rest?
I don't know.
Well...
once you can answer that
truthfully to yourself,
everything else will
become much clearer.
They're not talking.
Lawyered up
before we could zip-tie 'em.
Both are former
Special Forces.
Both work for D7--
it's a private company
with a couple of billion
in government contracts
supplying support services in
hot spots around the world.
KENSI: Yeah, we've already called
in for a search warrant.
HETTY:
The evidence
we'd need will be
long gone
by then,
if it isn't already.
We have to work
with what we have.
Well, the guys in the
boatshed are small fish.
They're well-trained,
they're well-funded,
but they didn't
order this.
That was somebody
higher up.
Somebody who has
access to technology
that allows them to intercept
air traffic control
and sabotage a private jet's
in-flight computer.
Yeah, Hetty,
this is a lot bigger
than we initially thought.
I mean, we're talking war crimes
by private contractors.
We'll get them,
but today you caught
two small fish,
and sometimes small fish are
the most perfect bait
for big fish.
This is far
from over.
You did well
today.
Eric even managed to keep
his pants on.
You can drop them off
at wardrobe.
I can go back to wearing shorts?
For a while.
It's a process.
Uh-huh.
Hmm.
SAM: I want a job where
it's an accomplishment
to leave my pants on.
Hmm.
I have sensitive thighs.
Oh...
He has sensitive thighs.
Yeah.
ERIC: Hey, come on, guys.
Guys, it's not funny--
it's like restless legs syndrome
times a zillion.
Good luck with that.
(sighs)
I'm dead.
I'm the one who cut them.
I couldn't bear
to see you suffer.
What are we gonna do?
Looks like we're going
shopping, Beale.
(exhales)
So...
what's the good word
on our Mr. Deeks?
He's hurting.
Can he return to work?
Yes.
Whether he will or not
is a question for him.
He's not sleeping.
He can't work through this
if he doesn't get some rest.
And his partner?
It's a complicated
relationship.
Aren't they all?
You asked me if he could
come back to work.
And now I'm asking you about
his relationship with Kensi.
Are you playing
semantics with me?
He's very close...
to his partner.
Too close to return?
(phone buzzing)
(knocking at door)
I'm co-- I'm co.
Oh.
(grunts)
Hi.
Hey.
I've been calling.
Yeah, I think
I must have had my phone off.
Guess what reopened.
Is that
Yummy Yummy Heart Attack?
Yep, three Fs
from the health department
and still going strong.
Yeah, if "F" stood
for "fabulous."
Did you get
the, uh, Drunken Pigs?
With extra kimchi--
you're welcome.
I think I just
felt a shiver.
Want me to, uh, grab
something to drink?
Oh, no, no, no, no, I have
got you covered, my friend.
Wow, one day you are going
to make somebody
the perfect
personal assistant.
Got a fork?
I got a spork.
(laughing):
Yeah, yeah, you do.
All right.
Oh, I have been waiting for
this-- the smell in the car...
Oh, are you kidding me?
I forgot how good
this was.
This is so good.
You think
it's bad for us?
Hmm, ah, you only
live once, ha.
Yeah, probably a lot shorter
when you eat like this.
You got napkins?
Uh-huh.
Is that dessert?
Uh, no, it's nothing.
You got me a Cronut?
Um, I did, but that
was a while ago,
and I left it at
your doorstep,
so that's old,
don't eat it.
N-N-N-No,
d-don't throw it away.
It's the thought that counts--
I'm gonna frame this thing.
You're so weird.
I mean, look at that.
It's like America and France
made slow, sweet love
and then had
a pastry baby.
(laughs)
Sure you don't want
a bite?
No, seriously it's been
out there for a while.
I'll probably
still eat that.
Okay.
So, Burnt Offerings
is on at 11:00.
ANNOUNCER:
It's the bottom of the eighth...
I don't really know
if I'm up for a movie.
Oh, yes, you are because
I cannot watch this alone.
It is rated triple-B.
What's that?
Blood, breasts,
and beasts.
What was the last one?
Beasts.
Well, you know how
I like big beasts.
Either way, you're
watching it with me.
I thought you loved
horror movies.
I do, just not by myself.
Watch it with me.
Watch it with me?
Watch it with me.
You won me over
with the pastry, baby.
(laughs)
Awesome, okay.
(sighs)
Want to use my cat pillow?
(giggles)
It's pink, very
masculine.
So...
(sighs)
Oliver Reed and
Karen Black move
into this mansion
with their son
and their elderly aunt,
played by Bette Davis,
who I absolutely love,
and then Burgess
Meredith,
who played Mickey
in the Rocky films--
it was so sad
when he dies,
oh, my God, it's the
best scene ever--
um, and his sister play the
caretakers of this mansion,
and then
their mother--
she's like an elderly recluse
in the attic, and then...
...flying monkeys from
The Wizard of Oz show up
with guns, and there's
a big shoot-out.
Mm, those monkeys are scary.
What happens next?
It's a love story.
What?