NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 4 - Reznikov, N. - full transcript

I am your father.

♪ NCIS: LA 5x04 ♪
Reznikov, N.
Original air date on October 15, 2013

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Come on, G! Come on!
Deeks, come on. Reach up.

You got this. Reach up!
You can do it! Dig deep!

Dig deep! Come on!
Yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes! Come
on. Come on, come on.

Almost there!
Got you!

Yes!

King of the mountain!
Yes!



Best of five, Deeks.
Uh-huh.

You're on. I love it!

Sam,

maybe you haven't noticed, but
he's beaten me twice in a row.

Which means he's getting tired.

Which means you can beat him.

He has a longer reach
than I do.

He climbs like an orangutan.

Hey, then let's show
this monkey boy, G.

Hey. Seriously?

Okay, let's come down.

Best of five.

You can do it.
Best of five.

So, he has
bounced back.



Clean bill
of health.

Unless I'm missing
something.

I wouldn't have encouraged him
back on the bike

if I didn't think
he could ride it.

And what about Kensi?

Partnerships are tricky
at the best of times.

You're worried about both
of 'em.

Well, I always worry
about somebody, Owen.

You're whistling in the wind,

Mr. Beale. They're not here.

But both of you are.

I think you need
to see this.

Before anyone else.

This better be good, Eric.

It's not good.

It's...

it's bad.

It's all bad.

LAPD just
sent it through.

Oh, bugger.

Hold on!
Come on!

What are you
thinking?

Reach up!

Ah! Yes!

Two all.

Told you he was getting tired.

Deeks, why did you
let him win again?

He did not
let him win, Kens.

He's just dealing with an
opponent who's much more agile.

I'm sorry, agile?

My guy let your guy win
to make it a contest.

Oh, you want a contest?

Yeah, actually, uh...
I'm done.

Me, too.

Wait. What?

You're quitting?
While I'm ahead.

But you're not ahead.
It's a tie.

No one loses when the game's
a draw, Mr. Hanna.

Ops center, everyone.
Eric has business.

We're not done.

Not you, Mr. Callen.
For you...

a field trip-- Camp Pendleton.

Agent assessment?

But isn't that always done
out of Washington?

Mm, normally.

But you can't climb
Mount Everest every day.

Have that on my desk
by the end of the week.

Enjoy the drive.

You can start, please, Eric.

Early this morning,

police responded to a report
of shots fired

in this West Hollywood
house.

There were signs
of forced entry.

When they entered,
this is what they found.

The living room had been

pretty much shot up.

A severed finger
was found on the floor

and used to write
this message on the wall.

Where is he?

I sent him on assignment
to Camp Pendleton.

This is strictly
a need-to-know operation

for which Mr. Callen
is not cleared.

Understood?

Miss Blye, Mr. Deeks,
work with Nell and Eric.

I want to know everything
about that house.

and the people who live there.

Sam, crime scene.

We always work
with a partner, Hetty.

I'll drive.

You headed out?

Yeah.

See you when you get back, G.

Sensitive brakes.

Well, they turned it
into a shooting gallery.

30, 40 rounds.

Like they wanted to make sure
the neighbors heard.

Anyone see anything?

Couple people saw
a van leaving, no lights.

Agent Callen, you are
not authorized for...

Agent Callen.

It appears
you got lost

on your way to Camp Pendleton,
Mr. Callen.

Someone gave me
wrong directions.

Is that him?

Ah, could be.

He doesn't really
look like me.

Maybe in the eyes.

Anybody find anything
to prove it's true?

No, not yet.

We've been
collecting DNA.

It'll take a few days to,
uh, test against your sample.

His name...

is Michael Reinhardt.

He immigrated
from Germany

in, uh, 1979.

Bought this place in '81.

He was a bookkeeper.

Worked mostly
for small companies.

Mostly, uh,
in the garment industry

Does that sound like
my father to you?

Clearly someone
believes it's him.

You can't take
an active role

in this investigation,
Mr. Callen.

I'm going to have
to stand you down

until things are...
clearer.

Mr. Callen?

Do you recognize someone?

Me.

Which photo?

All of them.

Okay, so we've got
traffic cameras

in a four block radius
of the house,

and the first 911 call

came through
at 5:23 this morning.

All right, resetting to search
at 5:23 at two times the speed.

Light traffic
a that time of morning.

So, specific time

plus close proximity
of multiple traffic cams

plus X equals... gotcha.

X being?

The need to get away
from the scene of the crime.

Panic. Fear.

Like a speeding van
running a red light.

Yeah, something like that.

No, I just saw a speeding
van run a red light.

Uh, the Rosewood Avenue
cameras.

Can you scroll back?

Yeah.

License plate scan.

Reported stolen last night.

Equals gotcha.

1980.

I was ten
years old.

Bakersfield.

Oh, yeah,
the McPhersons.

They had a trucking
company.

They were my...
tenth foster house.

How long did you
live there for?

Just a few weeks.

I actually liked her.

I used to help her
with her gardening.

What about him?

Not so much.

Used to beat me
with a broom handle.

Is that why they moved you?

They moved me
because one day

I took the broom handle
out of his hand

and I broke it
over his head.

All right.

Anyway, most of these
were taken

with a telephoto lens.

Some are better than others.

Wow, I got
eight-millimeter film.

"Los Angeles, 2010."

Most recent
one yet.

The car.

What car?

I saw the guy
that took this photo.

I chased him,

he got in a car
and he took off.

But there
was...

there was a man
in the backseat.

I think it was him.

Okay, so the owner
reported the van stolen

from this parking lot

on Lincoln
in Santa Monica,

between 5:15 and
6:00 p.m. yesterday.

Two security cams,
both wide.

That's our van.

And that's
our man.

Can you zoom in?

Low-resolution
camera.

That's as good
as it gets.

Uh... roll it back.

See where they came from.

Huh.

They came by taxi.

Did you find anything else
at the house?

Nothing.

Just a bunch of spent
shell casings.

Nine-millimeter.

My money's on the Uzi.

You think
it's him?

All the photos
and the personal things...

Who else would have done this
for all these years?

These
decades?

Hmm.

It's the only thing
that makes any sense, but...

...why wouldn't he
just contact me?

Yeah, well...

someone's gonna
contact you now.

Apparently so.

How?

How do they
contact you?

I mean, like...

how do they
even get started?

If they can find him,

th can find me.

Yeah, but this place
has never been compromised,

your house is listed
under an alias,

and, what, maybe there's...

six people on the entire planet

that have your
phone number?

Of which three are
in this room with you.

Yeah, well...
whoever did this

already figured out
their next move.

The question is,
who are they?

A long way
from Romania.

Didn't we bury most of them?

Most of them.

That's a bunch
of random people.

Some of Reinhardt.

Different places,
different years.

None of 'em
are you.

Found something?

Nah, just more ghosts.

All right.
Thanks, Stevie.

I owe you big time.
It's on its way.

Is any of this
actually legal?

All of it.

Good.

All right,
let's take a look

at our
two friends.

Is that...?
Yeah.

That's him.

We tried, Owen.

And he saw right through
the little ruse

before he ever left
the parking garage.

Then stand him down, Henrietta.

Send him home.

He cannot
work this case.

He is this case, Owen.

This is
his case

since the first time
he asked someone

who his parents were.

For now,
and for the record,

he's our witness,

helping us to identify evidence.

And if we have to go tactical?

What is he then?

Excuse me, Hetty.

We've got a name.

We've tied him to the van
that we're pretty certain

was used to abduct
Reinhardt.

The van was stolen
from Santa Monica by two men

who were dropped off
at the parking lot by taxi.

A friend at the taxi company
located the cab

and pulled
a screengrab

from the taxi
security camera.

There was no
pickup address.

They hailed the cab
from a street downtown.

Now it's starting to make sense.

What do we have?

Put it on
the monitor, Eric.

Vasile Comescu.

Now we know who.

And we know why.

According to ICE,

Vasile entered the country
five days ago.

He came through New York.
You don't organize

something like this
in five days.

They have to have had

people on the ground
setting this up.

Well...

the Comescu family
was heavily involved

in human
trafficking.

In and out of Europe
and the Middle East, mostly,

but you don't build
a network like that

without having
contacts everywhere,

including here.

How many left?

Comescues?

Um, according to the intel
we gathered in Romania

after we rescued Hetty...

not many.

Vasile and Dracul
both survived.

Dracul was killed
in Hawaii last year.

Does Vasile know
that Callen's the one

that killed his brother?

Yeah, he knows.

Which makes Callen
the target.

That's why they killed
his mother

and his grandfather.

That's the bloodline.

If Reinhardt
really is

Callen's father,
he is nothing more

than a bargaining chip
for what Vasile wants most.

Callen's head.

Eric, find
Mr. Callen for me.

I thought he
was with you.

Ah, Mr. Hanna.

I didn't see him leave.

Eric...

Calling now.

His phone's
turned off.

GPS.

Also turned off.

His car?

No signal.

Okay.

He knows
something.

He... he knows
someone.

Start at his house.
Find him.

Bring him back here,

in handcuffs,
if necessary.

Challenger?

Car pool.

Challenger's having
her brakes looked at.

Sensitive.

Oh.

It's all yours.
Right.

Eric...

find that van

before Mr. Callen does.

Fine, fine.
You do that.

And when you come back to me
to complain about them,

remember what I told you.

I know, I know.

It's just business.

But when you come back to me,

price is double.

Yes, it's just business.

Dasvidaniya.

Ass.

I should tell you,
I'm having bad day.

Come out
slowly.

You trying to get
yourself killed?

Not with that gun.

Now you
leave me

defenseless
against my enemies.

Who leaves a gun
in the fridge?

We all do.

How did you get in?

Parked
the car

in the back alley,
jumped the fence.

You've got a security
camera blind spot

by your pool.

Thanks for finding it.

That bring back
some memories?

I'm more handsome now.

Richer.

Who is the guy
next to you?

Could be anyone.

Name's Michael
Reinhardt.

I don't know him.

Maybe you know him
by a different name.

Ask the real question.

The one you came
to ask me.

Is this my father?

No one has ever

introduced themselves
to me as your father.

So maybe he is,

Well, someone
thinks he is.

Do you?

Someone is trying to get
to me through him.

Vasile Comescu.

I know Comescues.

Romani.

Human traffiing,
arms smuggling.

If anyone could
find your father,

it would
be them.

I heard they had
family tragedy

couple of years ago.
Many died,

including head
of Comescu family.

Is this business?

This is personal.

Nice knowing you,
Callen.

You just sent me
text message.

No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did.

"Come to my house.

Urgent. Callen."

They're watching your house.

They send you the message.

You leave.

They follow you
back to my house...

wait for me to come home.

What are you going to do?

Well, we don't want
to disappoint 'em.

What means "we"?

They're gonna expect to see you
and maybe a...

a driver

Do I owe you favor?

No.

But when this is done...

I'm gonna owe you one.

Then it is business.

Ay-yi!

Gun is still cold.

My brother-in-law's car.

It may get
a little rough.

Is okay.
I don't like him anyway.

Make sure you use indicators.

You don't want to get
pulled over, do you?

What, you got a body
in the trunk?

No.

Not today.

There they are.

You got a plan?

Yeah.

What is it?

Watch.

Damn.

Good plan.

Anton Comescu.

They're already dead.

Old habit.

Who's going
to pay for this?

Your brother-in-law
has insurance, right?

Yeah.

Well, his premiums
are gonna go up.

Open the trunk.

That's good.

Give me your phone.

Come on.

This is Eric.
Eric, I'm at Primrose

just south of Third.

Send someone over here.
I got two bodies down

and Arkady Kolcheck
needs a ride.

All right, Callen,
but Hetty needs to talk...

Give me your gun.

Sure.

Is he your father?

We're about to find out.

Or die trying.

Sit down.

No. After you.

Okeydokey,
dokey, dokey.

No niceties today.

Where's Callen?

I don't know.
Okay,

we found you beside a car

with two men who'd been shot
to death.

We swabbed you
for gun residue.

And when that's processed,

what do you think
we're gonna find?

That I fired weapon.

Self-defense.

Agent Callen will tell
you same thing.

Well, then you better hope

we find him alive, pal,
'cause he's the only friend

that's gonna vouch for you.

I don't know where he is.

I know what he went to do,

and I can truthfully say I don't
know where he went to do it.

Why'd you wait
with the bodies?

You could have been

long gone by the time
we got there.

Because I wanted you
to know what happened,

what Callen was going to do.

Why?

Because Callen is a friend
of mine

and I don't want him
to die today.

Battery's missing.

Cheap rental;

no nav.

Now, Arkady said
Callen took Anton's cell phone.

Uh.

Left one for us.

Sam.
Eric.

What's up?
I got a cell number for you.

It's probably a burn phone.

Number's 310-555-0116.

Recent calls?

One. 310-555-0122.

Numbers are almost sequential.

They probably bought 'em
at the same time

at the same store.

Store's gonna have records,
even for burn phones.

Got it.

Why would he take
the battery, Sam?

I can think
of a couple of reasons.

None of them good.

Anton?

Yeah, he found me.

But he's not able to make it
to the phone right now.

Your family's getting smaller,
Vasile.

How many cousins
you have left, huh?

Let me talk to him.

I have someone you want,
and you have someone I want.

I need to know that he's alive.

You'll know when we meet.

No exchange until I know
he's alive.

How about I just shoot him

and you send another
cousin to come find me?

Did you run out of cousins,
Vasile?

South Central and Ninth.
Call me when you are there.

I just got a hit
on the number Sam gave me.

Cell tower in the
Garment District.

Two calls
several seconds apart,

Same tower.

Means whoever's using
the phone probably isn't moving.

Mm-hmm.
Get Deeks and Kensi. I'm calling Sam.

Yeah.

Thank you, Robert.

Arkady.

Henrietta.

So, what have you got
to trade today?

I never said I had anything
to trade, Henrietta.

But you always do

even when you say you don't.

What makes you think I do?

Callen came to see you.

If I did have something,
you shouldn't assume

that it would make
any difference right now.

It wouldn't help me find him?

No.

But it might help him
find himself?

Maybe.

And what would you want
in return?

Perhaps a consideration
in the future.

When I might need one.

Go on.

I know Michael Reinhardt.

Yes.

I'm at South Central and Ninth.

Drive east two blocks.
Turn right.

Drive for four blocks,
then turn left

at the first side street.

Sam, we just had another call,
same cell tower.

Strong signal.
I'd say four-block radius.

You must be right
on top of 'em.

How far out
are Kensi and Deeks?

Three minutes behind you.

Where is he?

Anton first.

He's in the trunk.

Kensi, explosion--

between 11th and 12th,
off San Pedro.

Back street.

We're going in hot.

Come on,
come on, come on.

Truck, Kensi!

Here, here, go--
go, go, go!

Sam! SitRep!

This way.

Come on, team.

Get down!

G!

Kensi! Deeks!

I'm up!
I'm up!

Granger's been hit.

Kensi, call it in;
Deeks clear the weapons.

Tell him...

the debt is paid.

How's Granger?

Not too happy.

He's been shot in
that shoulder before.

Someone else here
to see you.

I'm glad you're okay,
old friend.

I'm sorry
you couldn't save him.

He was a good man when
I knew him, many years ago now.

He wasn't Michael Reinhardt
back then.

His real name
was Hans Schrieber, East German.

He and his family escaped
to the West in 1969.

Before you were born,
Mr. Callen.

He couldn't have been
my father.

No.

But I think he knew your father.

Owed him a debt.

"I owe him my life."

"Tell him the debt was paid."

Back in the 1970's, I helped
refugees start over in USA--

new lives, new names--

Schrieber was one of many.

He said he owed his life
to a Russian soldier,

an officer who
helped him escape.

I believe they
stayed in contact

even after Schrieber became
Reinhardt and moved to America.

Schrieber agreed
to keep track of you...

until your father could come
back for you and your sister.

Only he never did.

But Schrieber kept his promise.

Watching you, noting down
every change of address,

every foster home,
and taking photographs.

They thought he was my father,

and he let them
believe it.

Repaying the debt.

I had Eric do an archive search
on Nikita Alexsandr Reznikov.

There was a major

in the KGB
by that name.

Is he alive?

He was arrested,

sent to a labor camp
in Siberia in 1974,

just as you left Romania.

There is no record
of his death.

It was a long time ago.

Yes, it was.

Henrietta.

Oh...

Mr. Deeks found this
amongst all the photographs.

I thought you might
like to have it.

Good night, Mr. Callen.

Good night, Hetty.

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