NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 6 - Big Brother - full transcript

A joint task force (involving the CIA, FBI, and NCIS) raid a meeting in a house in an attempt to capture members of the Molina drug cartel and the Al Qaeda; however, they walk into an ...

Agents in position.

You have the green light.

Breach on my command.

Five, four, three,
two, one...

I'm hit! I'm hit!

Cover me! Cover me!

Aah!

Man down!

I'm down!
Push past!

Code WIA-- agents are down.

Agent Jenkins-- status.



Need a medic to transport
immediately.

- Agent Jenkins?!
- To the rooms!

Check their weapons!

Agent Jenkins, what the hell
just happened over there?

What just happened, sir, is that
you sent me into a damn ambush.

♪ NCIS: LA 5x06 ♪
Big Brother
Original air date on October 27, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man



I just don't get
kids these days.

Deeks, you're not walking
on a treadmill at your desk.

The nom préféré is a "walking
workstation," thank you.

Don't call it that.

How slow is that
thing going?

It's humming along
at one mile per hour,



so, that way,
I can still type and read,

and even sip
my morning hazelnut latte.

It's gonna take you
an hour to go one mile?

What's the point?

Point, Mr. Callen, is,

that innocent-looking chair
sitting behind your desk

- is actually a silent killer.
- Oh.

Is your hippie-dippy aunt
back in town?

No, Aunt Barbara

is actually not back in town,
but she did send me an article.

Did you guys know that
your muscles rot while you sit,

and your good cholesterol
completely abandons you?

Sort of like your dignity
right now?

- We get plenty of exercise in the field.
Uh-huh.

But exercise actually
does not reverse

the chair-inflicted damage
to your body.

Are you hearing yourself?

And, actually,
studies have shown

that walking reduces your risk
of heart disease by 31%.

And...

And reduces the risk
of death by 32%.

My protégé has arrived.

My protégé, my ass.

You said you'd shut up

about all this
when you got that thingamajig.

Okay, this thingamajig

is gonna save all your lives,

so you should just thank me.

Save us from... death by chair?

Suicide by sitting?

Homicide by Herman Miller?

The Silent Killers.

Okay, Kensilina,
you of all people should know

that, uh, chairdom
is especially lethal for women.

And Hetty actually agreed
to this?

"Agreed" is a strong word,
Ms. Blye.

Hetty, will you please tell

these, uh, nihilists

that you support
my walking workstation?

I'd rather
you call it something else.

Yeah, but you said
I could have one.

Yes, as long
as it doesn't interfere

with everyone's work.

It's not interfering
with their... work.

They're just excited.

They're like untrained puppies
with big paws.

I know he didn't just

call us dogs.

No, it was worse. Puppies.

Want to take it for a spin?

Named her Madeleine.

Oh...

She is a Madeleine, indeed.

What happened?

Secretary Albright lose one
of your brooches again?

It's much too upsetting
to talk about.

Fair enough.

Now, everyone up to Ops.

We have a case,
and either the new SECNAV

is exceptionally paranoid,

or this one could affect
the entire

national security
infrastructure.

Who are they?

Well, the good guys
are CIA, FBI and... NCIS.

It was a counter-terrorism
joint task force.

And the target?
The Molina Cartel

and their friends
in Al Qaeda.

According to intelligence,
the Molina Cartel

was planning to make
another investment

in the terrorist group,
this time in exchange

for Afghan opium.

A meet was supposed to have
taken place at this house.

But let me guess:

There was no opium,
and no one there from Al Qaeda.

Just a bunch of cartel
guys with their guns.

Bad intel?

Well, that, or
somebody tipped 'em off.

The new SECNAV

thinks there's a mole.

Where? FBI? CIA?

Could be there,

or it could be
closer to home.

NCIS?

And we can't execute
another operation

until the leak is plugged.

Can't afford to.

Hetty said
SECNAV requested

this team specifically.

Hmm. Where are the guys

who coordinated the operation?

On their way to the boatshed.

Have you started analyzing
their cell phones and laptops?

Already on it.

Kensi, Deeks, talk to the agents.
Don't let on

that SECNAV thinks
there's a mole.

Of course.

How many didn't make it?

Two, so far.

There's another in the ICU
at St. John's.

Think the neighbors
had any idea

they were living next
to a drug cartel?

Like your neighbors
have any idea

who they're living next to.

Of course they do--
a handsome bachelor.

A quiet man
who keeps to himself?

Classic description
of a serial killer.

I happen to value my privacy,
and my neighbors respect that.

Even the ones that write
about you in their blogs?

Oh, yeah.

"My Mysterious Stranger."

How did you...?

I'm a special agent.

They were supposed
to take that down.

You know, I can see Deeks
getting himself

into something like this,
but you?

Look, her name is Ilyse, and
she's harmless, and I've...

I'm dealing with
the situation.

Oh, it's a situation?

I've got it under control.

Not according to her blog.

So, stop reading her blog.

You know, she rescued an animal
she was afraid of

just so she could impress you?

Eric and Nell showed you.

I'm just a sucker
for unrequited love stories.

Don't judge.

You know, you are big and strong
with striking blue eyes.

That look like
a barricade to you?

Yeah.

Looks like the Molina Cartel
knew our boys were coming.

And they knew
when we were coming.

They even knew the exact door
we were coming through.

You're right.

No barricade
for the her entrance.

G, SECNAV may be right.

There may really be a mole.

FBI Agent Jenkins,
FBI Agent Ambrose,

CIA Agent Lowell and

NCIS Agent Carter.

Good to see you again.

Nose looks great.

Oh, this is the
agent you elbowed

in the face for the KO?

He was holding me
against my will.

Because Granger ordered me to.

I was perfectly justified.

I developed
sleep apnea thanks to

Agent Blye.

Damn deviated septum.

So, you geniuses behind

this morning's fiasco--

who, uh, who would
like to go first?

Look, I got the call
from Agent Ambrose with

the operation details three
hours before my team went in.

He gave me the green light,
and now, two of them are dead,

and another one's in ICU.

Agent Ambrose,
you gave the go ahead?

I'd just like
to state for the record

that I followed protocol
to a T.

Oh, Agent Ambrose,
now I remember you.

Why don't you give me
a little taste?

Give me page 37,

second paragraph
from the bottom.

Do not mock the
FBI Handbook.

Ambrose, if you
did follow protocol,

what went wrong?

I don't appreciate your tone,

or your implication.

What you do or do not appreciate
is of no concern to me.

Listen, I did everything
I was supposed to do.

This is not on me,
do you understand?

And Agent Jenkins,

I will have your ass

for insubordination.

Agent Lowell, any thoughts?

I honestly have no idea
what happened.

It was a smart, clean

operation,
by the book,

like Ambrose said.

We had no reason to think
that it was compromised.

Eric, what is it?

Kensi,

SECNAV may have been wrong.

There's not a mole
at one of the agencies.

Is it worse?

Much worse.

The CIA
and the FBI have been hacked.

What makes you think the CIA
and FBI were hacked?

Agent Lowell's cell phone.

Whoever's responsible
did a decent job

of covering up
their tacks, but,

come on, people,
let's be honest.

You can run, but you cannot hide

from the E to the B
to the T to the O.

The E to the BTO?

Eric Beale, Tech Operator.

- Yep.
- Well, let's get to the point,

E-bot.
Right.

Uh, I discovered
the hacker's

malware program.

I'm sorry. What?
Basically, software created for evil.

I found the same malware
on Agent Ambrose's phone.

And this
malware's a what--

a virus? A worm?
No, it's...

a program that
converts phone calls

to text, in real time,
totally undetected.

Super cool.
Yeah.

Except for the hacking Federal
agencies part, obviously.

What about
the agents' computers?

Have they been compromised?

I need more time to be certain,

but so far, they look clean.

Things are gonna
get a lot uglier

if the FBI and CIA networks

have been hacked.

the malware
on the agents' phone

enabled the Molina Cartel
to intercept details

about this morning's raid?

That's what it looks like.

Okay, but if the agents
followed protocol,

how did the cartel hack
their phones in the first place?

You have to understand.

No networked device
is safe anymore.

That's where we come in.

Look, the truth is,

I don't know how they did it.

Our best bet is if the hacker
used a cryptography key.

Ow.

It's a digital signature.

Thank you.
Look...

I can try to track down
his location, if he's online.

He could be in the Ukraine,
for all we know.

Figure it out.

Let's take a closer look
at these two.

It's way too much
of a coincidence

that they were
both hacked.

I wouldn't mind tailing
Agent Ambrose for a bit.

Dude was cagier
than a loaded weasel.

What? They can get super cagey.

I never leave my weasel loaded.
I bet you don't.

Am I gonna have
to separate you two?

Just keep an eye

on what Agent Ambrose is up to.
We'll look after Agent Lowell.

Got it.

What? Uh, no. You're welcome.

It was no sweat.

I'm sure anyone
could have identified

the malware this quickly.

We still hear you

talking, E-bot.

I don't get it.

What?
The handlebar mustache?

Yeah.

It's supposed
to be ironic.

Well, then, he doesn't know
what ironic means.

Personally, I blame
Alanis Morissette.

Uh-oh.

What?

I got to use the loo.

Are you serious?

I told you not to have
that third green tea.

I needed the antioxidants.

I also need the caffeine.
You want to know why

I needed the caffeine?
Because I'm bored.

I'm bored, bored, bored.

Because stakeouts are supposed

to promise scandal
and-and intrigue.

This guy doesn't
even jaywalk.

Well, we've only been following
him for a couple of hours,

so why don't you be patient?
All right.

And quiet.
Thank you.

I can't believe he braved the
elements to eat lunch outside.

I can't believe
that barista

hasn't shaved
that thing off.

Okay, so, then, just to
clarify, the facial hair--

not a turn-on for you?
No.

Hardly ever.

Which means sometimes maybe?

Which means,
maybe George Clooney.

George Clooney? Really?

Yeah, I like him.
He's got a...

His eyes sparkle.

God, never been happier
to see you two.

What's wrong?
Ambrose make you?

Course not.

But the Vietnamese nail salon

across the street is practicing
gender discrimination.

Lady said the bathrooms
are women only.

Deeks needs to pee.

Anything on Agent Lowell?

In the office all day.
What about Ambrose?

Went to work,
spent the morning at the office,

and then drove down here
to eat his sad lunch alone.

Oh, maybe not.

We've got a woman--
actually,

make that "underage girl"--

approaching Ambrose.

He's too young,

and she's too old

for that
to be his daughter.

And he is too old
and she is too young

for anything else.

Personally, I think the, uh,
whole schoolgirl uniform is

a little bit cliché, but,
you know, who am I to judge?

Confirmed. Agent Ambrose

does not have a daughter
or a stepdaughter,

or a much, much

younger sister.

Straightest arrows always have
the most crooked kinks.

So, who's the girl, Eric?

Give me a minute.

Hey, does the network seem
a little slow to you?

Nope.

You don't think there's,
like, a drag wind on it?

No, Goldilocks, the network
seems just right to me.

There you are.

You found her?

Guys, forget about the girl.

The hacker just went online.
Wait.

That's crazy. He's, like,
two minutes away from you.

Just head north.

We're on our way.

Okay, now turn left
onto Rosewood.

Keep going.

Okay, guys, right there.
Stop, stop, stop.

Eric, where is he?

See the building
in front of you?

He's in the alley on

the other side of it.

He hasn't moved
since going online.

Oh, we can cut him off.

Kensi, Deeks, we'll
meet you back there.

Got it.

Keep going.

Oh, you've gotta
be kidding me.

Eric, you sure
you got this right?

I told you, this schoolgirl

uniform thing's just...

become cliché...
Ow! Oh! Oh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Back here.

What are you doing? I have an
AP English test in ten minutes.

You just assaulted
a Federal agent.

Him?! I thought
he was a pervert.

Yeah?
Well, that, too.

Not a pervert.

Well, at least
not today.

This is actually...

It's worse than it looks.

Field goal

between the legs.

She's, uh, surprisingly

fast and agile.

Impeccable...

You locate him?
aim.

Yeah... yeah, we found him.

And "he" beat up Deeks.

It's not funny.

I'm pretty sure I'm...
I'm missing something.

I'm gonna go look for it.

So this is the face
of cyber-terrorism.

Let's start
with your name.

My name is Cindy Chang.

I'm 15 years old.

Capricorn.

And now, very late
for my AP English test.

You're gonna miss that test.
Yeah.

And the prom, college,
your adulthood,

chance to find
true love.

Oh, you can find
true love in prison.

Oh, that's a good point.

Mm-hmm.
All right, so,

there's still some
hope for true love, but

everything else, you
can kiss good-bye.

- Did you say prison?
- Yeah.

It's standard punishment
for terrorism, murder,

attempted murder,
obstruction of justice.

Just for kicking blondie
in the gonads?

- That was self-defense.
- Cindy...

it's over.

Your parents are on their way
with your lawyer.

They know I'm here?

I'm dead.

They're the least
of your problems.

Easy for you to say.

You weren't raised
by a Tiger Mom.

In the meantime,
we're allowed to question you

because we found
your cryptography key,

which put national security
information into enemy hands.

How did you find it?

Because we're
smarter than you.

At least one of us is.

Do not tell Eric
I said that.

What do you know about

the Molina Cartel?

Is that a band?

Your cryptography key
was linked to malware

this drug cartel used to kill
two Federal agents this morning.

Okay, I admit,
I've got some game.

And I've hacked into one
or two networks for fun.

But I swear,

I have never done anything
to physically hurt anyone.

Unfortunately,

it still counts

if you help someone else
kill a Federal agent.

But I didn't!

The only people
I've ever hacked

are the cliquey
mean girls at school.

And, trust me,

Jessica Walker and her drones
are so dumb

and worried about
maintaining their gelicures,

they probably don't even know
what cartels do.

Why them?

So I could see
what they were saying about me.

They're the worst spellers ever.

Did you hack

their cell phones
or their computers?

It doesn't matter.

If they have WiFi, you only need
one to get to the other.

Names. All the
girls you hacked.

How's it hanging?

That's funny.

No, seriously, Deeks.

If you're injured,
you don't need to be here.

Go back to your desk,
walk it off.

Nell, tell them
what you found.

Our hacker, Cindy Chang,
is a sophomore at Eastgate Prep,

one of LA's most sought-after
private schools.

Yeah, it's a feeder
to the Ivies.

And a breeder for the city's
worst d-bags and princesses.

Just because they didn't
want to date you

in high school does not
make them princesses.

No, the fact that they
all had personal trainers

in high school is what
makes them princesses.

And every girl Cindy hacked
is also a student at Eastgate,

just like she said,
but here's what's interesting.

The girls' parents
are basically a who's who

of CEOs, celebrities,

foreign dignitaries.

Do Agents Lowell and Ambrose
have kids at Eastgate?

Yup. You stole my headline.

Lowell's daughter
is a junior,

and Ambrose's niece, Emily,
is a sophomore.

And Cindy

hacked both their phones?

That's the link.

Once the girls synched
their infected

cell phones to Lowell
and Ambrose's home WiFi,

the secure agency phones
became compromised.

There were seven other names
on Cindy's list.

Yes, and each one's mom or dad

is more impressive
than the next.

Thanks, Nell.

So, is Cindy doing
this unwittingly,

or is, uh, somebody else
pulling the strings?

I don't know,
but this seems to go

well beyond
infiltrating CIA and FBI.

There's a lot of soft targets
at that school.

These kids could be kidnapped,
used as leverage.

They're gonna need protection.

Somebody's going back
to high school.

I nominate Kensi.
I don't want to be nominated.

I second.
No, you don't,

because you don't understand

how bad this idea is.

Kensi as a
substitute teacher--

little eyeglasses,

sweater set--
now, that's a fantastic idea.

Possibilities are endless.
Any objections?

Yes. I vehemently... object.

Vehemently?
That is an excellent

SAT vocabulary word.

You know what that means?
Kensi it is.

No.

Those heels are working for you.

Stop it.

Kens, where are you going?

Kensi?

Kens, what's up?

Sorry. I can't to this.

Why not?
I told you. I tried telling you.

It was bad.
I am not kidding.

Warranged
for a substitute teacher

for Cindy's class--
they're expecting you.

They're expecting someone;
it's just not gonna be me.

You're a professional.

You went undercover

in college before--
what's the difference?

The difference is that college
doesn't have 15-year-olds.

You can handle
going back to high school.

It was a dark place, guys.

I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

Besides, you're an adult now.

You didn't have boobs, Callen.

You have no idea

how torturous
high school can be.

Deeks, get in there.

No way. I was, like,
the Ferris Bueller

of my high school.
Left on top,

swore I'd never go back.

Yeah. Probably not the best idea
to let Deeks be around

so many impressionable coeds.

She's right.

And what's your excuse?

I don't need one.

It's your turn.

I did the Bar Association
conference last week.

In fact, the next three
are your turn.

Really?

So this is our most challenging
undercover assignment yet?

Okay.

Class? Ladies and gentlemen?

Can I have your
attention, please?

Yo!

As you may
have heard,

Mrs. Shoop went home sick
with the stomach flu.

Mr. Bellridge is

your substitute
teacher.

He's new
to this school,

so I'm sure that you're
going to give him

your warmest
Eastgate welcome.

Godspeed. They're savage
beasts at this age.

Hey, listen, I'm
pretty sure this guy's...

Do you have something
you need to say?

Yeah, um, Bellridge,
I happened to see a paper

in the front office,
but, um...

is your first name
really Valerie?

Yeah.

It is.

That is so cool.

I understand you guys
are studying

the Industrial Revolution, huh?

Chapter seven?

Let's take a look
at chapter seven.

Now...

What?

All right, that's a bit
of an oversimplification.

We're not reading chapter seven.

Let's open your books

to chapter eight.

Start reading.

Yeah?

Are you gonna sit down?

I prefer to stand.

You know, sitting can kill you.

So why don't you all
just stay seated and...

start reading.

Don't anybody move.

Oh, my God. Oh...
Are you all right?

What happened?

T-Teachers' lounge.

Where'd it come from?

Mr. Blackman.

Everyone stay here.

What happened?

Are you all right?

Looks like one of the
school staff members, a...

Mr. Stanley Blackman,
just hanged himself,

less than an hour ago.

I see.

Well, you don't sound
very surprised.

Mr. Blackman was
the track coach at the school.

It seems he'd become
a little too friendly

with his star hurdler.

How do you know that?

Because the star hurdler
was one of the girls

Cindy Chang had hacked.

The coach was blackmailed.

Mm.

Thought wearing

a belt as a necklace
was an easier way out, huh?

Hetty, I've
confirmed the rest.

All the girls Cindy hacked,
their VIP parents

have been hacked, too.

This means privileged

dignitary correspondence,
corporate strategies,

unpublished scientific research.
Not to mention

CIA and FBI communications.

The Molina Cartel may be just

a small part of this.

Nell's right.

I mean, whoever is behind this
has access to everything.

The hacker's profiting
ten different ways.

We have no idea

where this is
gonna end.

Oh, yes, we do, Mr. Callen.

With us.

Oh.
Mm.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.
No. See, I was...

I stopped... I just...

I stopped to-to have a drink
of water, and then I got a text,

so I was just answering the text.
Yeah, we don't care.

I can't emphasize enough
how much we don't care.

Did you just
slow that down?

No.

No?

I will have you know, sir, that
walking is an Olympic sport.

Speed walking.
You forgot the "speed" part.

- I still don't care.
- Hey, guys,

What'd you find?

Um, we combed
through the, um...

Deeks.
Sorry.

We combed through the Facebook pages
of Cindy Chang

and the nine girls
she hacked.

They have a lot of friends.

I'm not so sure
they're all actually friends.

I found a bunch
of birthday wishes

that felt pretty forced.

What else did you find?

We were able
to confirm the identities

of all their, quote, "friends,"

except for someone
named Matt Kirkley.

He's a junior
at SaMo High.

- So, tell us about Matt Kirkley.
- Matt Kirkley

doesn't exist.

The profile
is a fake.

So, who is this guy connected to
at Eastgate Prep?

Just one person.

We'll give you...

three guesses.

Matt?

He's a soccer player at SaMo.

I've known him
a couple of months. Why?

And you two
have hung out?

Not on, like,
a date, but yeah.

How did you two meet?

Matt's a...

colleague of mine.

We met in a hacker chat room.

Turned out we both live in L.A.

What was
that look for?

That's not Matt.

He doesn't go
to SaMo.

And I doubt
he's a good soccer player.

That's ridiculous--
we've hung out.

He-he knows the SaMo fight song.
And I'm sure

- you're a great judge of character.
- You ever met

any of his friends?
Anyone you know

ever heard of him?

Can you at least tell us
what he looks like?

He's white,

and he likes to wear
baseball hats.

What does this have to do
with why I'm here?

Matt may be the reason
why you're caught up

with the Molina Cartel--
and nine other

security violations.

And one
more death.

A teacher at your school.

Mr. Blackman.

What are you talking about?

If you're lucky,

we'll be able to prove
that Matt Kirkley,

whoever he is,

piggybacked
on your hack

of the other students.
And has been committing

felonies using
your encryption key ever since.

How?

I know how vulnerable
networks are,

and I'm super careful.

What did I tell you

about sneaking up
on people.

I know, dying of fright
is a real thing.

Blah, blah, blah.
It is.

Okay? And it's called
"stress cardiomyopathy."

I'll forward you the link.

Again.

So... what are you
doing down here?

You, uh, sweating?
Trying to figure out

how Matt Kirkley hacked
Cindy's computer.

She's too clever to keep
herself unguarded.

And OneRepublic
gets your brain pumping?

No judgment

on your study habits.
All right,

so we know that
Cindy's hack led

to everyone's
phones and computers

through their home WiFi routers.
But not

Agent Lowell
or Ambrose's computers,

because they were signed on

to the secured network
at the office.

Thank you, protocol.

Picking up this
pretty quickly.

My IQ crushes yours.

Oh, I beg to differ.

Okay.

Now help me figure out
how Matt got to Cindy.

Maybe the exact same way.

What way is that?

Right under her nose.

Do I need to find
a little pair of khakis

for you, Mr. Beale?

I am so sorry, Hetty.

I-I'm dressed this way
for the sake of the case.

Uh-huh.

You know,

we have a very lax dress code,

and yet...

you still seem
to be violating it.

I'm so close
to cracking this.

If only my computer
would hurry up.

Not to speak of a few basic...

codes of hygiene.

That's it.

I found it.

No!

What do you have, Eric?

I know when Matt Kirkley hacked
into Cindy's computer.

Find out what she did
last Saturday.

Just a second.

Where were you
last Saturday?

I went rollerblading
at the beach.

And then?

Um...

Oh, I saw Matt.

Next time
you could lead with that.

What did you guys do?

We went bowling.

She went bowling with Matt.

Did he drive her?

He drive you?

No, my mom dropped me off.

But Matt took me
to frozen yogurt after.

I hate high school.

Matt drove her to frozen yogurt
after bowling.

In a new car with WiFi, I bet.

And he probably asked her
to watch a hilarious video

on the way there.

Did he ask you to watch...
That rat!

I'm gonna take that
as a yes.

He drives a 2014

black Scion.

With WiFi.

Hacked my cell when
I was watching that video.

And it wasn't even that funny.

Which bowling alley was that?
The vintage one

on Honolulu Street.

Then we went
to the Yogurtland in Burbank.

Did you get that, Eric?

Searching traffic cam
footage from last Saturday.

Who are you talking to, anyway?

Who figured it out?

No one.

Oh, is it that guy
you said is smarter than you?

What-what was that?

Sorry, uh, could you...
could you repeat that last part?

Eric, what do you have?

Well...

I found Cindy...

and our first picture
of the hacker.

Sending to you now.

Okay, this is him.

It's our guy.

Great.

Now all we have to do
is find a ghost.

Where are we?

Using facial recognition,
we believe the hacker

is Ethan Bloom, 22.

He does have a clean record,

but recently he came
into some serious change.

Probably selling information
and access to Cindy's network.

Yeah. Corporate strategies,
CIA intelligence.

To any interested party
willing to pay.

Competing software companies,
high school track coaches,

drug cartels--

this guy must be
making a killing.

Except there is

a teeny-tiny problem.

Ethan has
no known address.

No cable bill, no cell phone,

no credit cards.
And the Scion

he used to hack Cindy was stolen.
He contacted

potential buyers with
burn phones that he purchased

with cash from different
locations throughout the city.

And he doesn't use a
cryptography key, which means

Eric can't even find him by hacking
back through Cindy's computer.

I mean, this guy
could be anywhere.

Except he's not.
He's here.

And we have something he likes.

Energy drinks.

You guys want some?
Those are free.

Courtesy of America.
Have fun with that.

Are you guys sure
this is going to work?

Yes.

Don't worry.

We're not gonna let
anything happen to you.

Oh, I'll be fine.

But is it okay if I strangle
Matt when we find him?

Strangling actually takes
a lot more stamina

than you think.

And you can't really improve
on your "kick to the nuts" act.

Oh, yeah.
Sorry about that.

Yeah, no... it's all good--
didn't really want kids anyway.

Heads up, Kensi.

He's on your six.

I see him.

Cindy...

play it cool.

Hey, Cindy. What's...
You lowlife!

Little piece of...!

We got a runner.

Watch it, jerk!

Oh, crap.

Nope. Nope.

Ow!

How'd you know
he was gonna jump?

Staircase to nowhere.

Door's, uh,
obviously locked.

I didn't feel like
taking the stairs.

You guys are cops, right?

Yeah, we're cops.
No more questions.

Thank you so much
for coming.

Mom, Dad...

this is Agent Sam Hanna.

Mr. and Mrs. Chang,

you have quite a daughter.

Just give me one second
to talk to him?

I just needed to tell you...

...I am so sorry
for everything that happened.

All the people that got hurt.

I really messed up.

You're right...

you did.

I know.

But you also helped us
in a big way.

I don't think we could have
caught Ethan without you.

I would do anything
to make things right.

Sam, people died because of me.

What you're feeling right now...

it's called responsibility.

Well, it blows.

That may be true...

but hold on to it.

Most people your age
can't handle it.

But you can.

Okay.

Take care, Cindy.

I will.

Eric.

Nice job with this.

Oh. No sweat.

"No sweat."

Hello. I'm Eric Beale.

I'm here on official
NCIS duty to return...

this to you, ma'am.

Thanks.
Yeah. I-I'm not an agent.

I-I work in more of
a technical capacity.

No one here really
understands what I do.

Oh!

You're the smart one.

The smart...
Sorry, what's that?

Well, uh, thanks for this.

Yeah.

Am I allowed to go home now?

Yeah.

Hey, Cindy.

You got skills.
I can tell.

But you have
to figure out a way

to use them for good,

or it's just a...

waste of natural resources.

Can I...

Am I allowed
to see you again?

Yeah. Sure.

Five or six years.

Okay, then...

it's a date.

Good night, Hetty.

Oh, Mr. Callen,
SECNAV called to say

job well done.

We were able to destroy
all the malware?

All of it.
And the Molina Cartel's

opium exchange with al Qaeda?
We have

a new task force,
already assembled.

They'll find them.

I have no doubt.

See you tomorrow.

What...?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Okay.

Okay.

Callen, what'd you do
with my treadmill?

I am offended that
you would ask me first.

Kensi,

this isn't funny.

I completely disagree.

Sam?

I still don't care.

You can blame me, Mr. Deeks.

You?

Hetty, but why...
The treadmill

was drawing just enough power

to cause a delay
in our network.

Delay in the network?

And you expect me
to believe that?

This is a very old building,

if you haven't noticed.

What about my heightened
risk of heart disease?

Huh? What about that?

All right,
listen, we...

in the walking
workstation community,

we will not be silenced.
All right?

O-Our motors will run loud,

and they will run proud, okay?

So hear us tread!

I'm gonna stage a walk-in!

What a drama queen!

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