NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 5, Episode 8 - Fallout - full transcript
At a research facility of the US Department of Energy in Los Angeles, an intruder steals electronic data and leaves, then a third thug shoots the thief and his wheelman, then a security ...
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(steady beeping)
And bingo.
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(revs engine)
(gunshots)
(yells)
Drop the gun!
(gunshots)
(grunts)
(engine revs)
Stop!
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(yells)
(grunts)
(low groan)
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Ah. Nice cabinets.
You built those yourself?
From scratch.
Wow. How long did that take?
About a month.
A month?
Yeah.
Why didn't you just
hire a professional?
I spent a fraction of what it
would cost by doing it myself.
Yeah, but you spent quadruple
the time a professional would have.
And what's your point?
Well, my point is that
if you'd hired a pro,
you could have spent more time
doing the things you love.
Yeah, and by doing it myself,
I saved more money
for the ones I love.
I just don't get it.
Of course you don't--
you don't have kids.
I mean, what do you
spend money on?
We have
the same salary.
Hetty practically
gave you a house.
And yet I'm always
picking up the check.
Who am I to deny
your generosity?
Besides, this is
about your inability
to relinquish control
and hire a professional.
KENSI: Am I hearing
that Sam is DIY'ing again?
Oh, yeah.
He just spent a month
building some shelves.
Cabinets.
And it was only a couple of weeks.
Now, you said a month.
Why don't you just
hire a professional?
Take that time for yourself to relax.
Exactly.
This coming from another one
who lives alone.
What?
Building relaxes me.
Besides, it's good
for a man to know
that he can create
with his hands.
I use my hands.
I use my hands
to pick up the phone
and call a professional.
And then I use my hand
to use my credit card and
pay that professional.
Where's the fun in that?
I'll tell you where the fun is.
The fun is in the, uh, mojitos
that we're sipping
while the guy that
we're paying is doing the work.
That's what I'm talking about.
That's what
I'm talking about.
KENSI: No, I totally
agree with Sam.
A woman likes a guy who
can build things; it's sexy.
It stems from a primal
attraction for shelter.
I built a tree house once--
how is that for sexy?
I guarantee that's
not still standing.
Maybe not, but it's where I lost my...
TMI.
Grip-- I was gonna say it's
where I lost my grip, fell down,
broke my coccyx-- I got a scar;
you want to see it?
No.
(repeated buzzing)
DEEKS: Whoa.
Is that...
Morse code?
"We got a case."
Eric. He's calling us
up to ops.
I think it's time
for an intervention.
Good luck with that.
I have a small window
to contact the Molina
Cartel informant--
I'm gonna take it.
I'll cover you in ops.
(repeated buzzing)
What are you doing?
It's like a gentle massage.
It's in my glutes.
Ew.
(buzzing continues)
What? I did squats this morning.
Yeah? Couple of yah-ho-ho,
little hee-haw-ho's.
God, that's nice!
Ew.
Hey, let me see your phone.
I can use one
for each glute.
That's just gross.
DEEKS: Bring this puppy up
to a little shiatsu.
Morse code? Really?
ERIC: Keeping it fresh.
Uh-huh. What's next,
smoke signals?
Don't.
What do we have?
(clears throat)
A, uh, robbery and a shooting
early this morning
at a Department of Energy
research facility.
NELL: The security
guard is retired
Marine Gunnery Sergeant
Dennis Martin.
He is currently
in surgery at UCLA.
KENSI: The guard got off
two shots, center mass.
Didn't know the shooter
was wearing
a vest.
What'd they steal?
The United States
MINDS locations.
As in governmental
mind-control?
NELL:
As in MINDS.
Miniature Integrated
Nuclear Detection System.
It's an antiterrorism device
that can locate and detect
sources of radiation that
could be used in a nuclear bomb.
NELL: What makes it
a deterrent for bad guys
is that it's unobtrusive
and can be anywhere--
building lobbies,
train stations, entry gates
across the country.
If terrorists know
where the sensors are,
they can transport
a nuclear device
through a U.S. city undetected.
ERIC:
Incoming.
Ms. Jones, send a copy
of the case information
to my desk immediately.
Copy that.
No, this isn't
weird at all.
I heard that, Mr. Deeks.
(hissing breath)
I'm pretty sure
that look just pierced my soul.
What do we know
about the dead guy?
Brody Stallworth.
Long list of high-profile
home robberies.
He's bypassed most of
the latest state-of-the-art
security systems
that the private sector
has to offer.
And the other guy?
No I.D. on the motorcyclist.
So we have a "master thief,"
and then we have the "other guy."
I'm just saying,
for partners,
it's clearly an imbalance
of perceived value.
Running low on
self-esteem, are we?
Maybe.
ERIC: The "other guy" got
away on his motorcycle.
KENSI:
Looks like he took a bullet.
And he's probably looking
for medical attention.
Right.
I'll check the hospitals.
And Stallworth's
last known address
was in North Hollywood.
I've just downloaded it
to your smartphones.
Sam and I will check out
Stallworth's place.
Kensi, why don't
you and the, uh,
"other guy" check out
the Department of Energy,
see what you can find.
Of course.
The "other guy, that's great.
Just take the rest of my soul,
why don't you.
Federal agents!
Clear.
Clear! G, down here!
Huh.
You having a little tool envy?
(chuckles)
Hardly.
But this is impressive.
These guys definitely knew
what they were doing.
They were building custom tools
for their jobs.
It looks like they were using
the cover of an HVAC company
to get the layout
of their targets.
I know that look.
It just doesn't make sense.
I understand
these guys
were skilled at what they do...
The right tools help.
But they're glorified
cat burglars.
It's a blue-collar operation,
it's hands-on,
but think about it,
the Department of Energy?
Mm.
It's way above their pay grade.
That is not
your typical B-and-E.
Hmm.
Looks like
he splurged for parking.
Let's check it out.
You care to take a guess?
(click)
(mechanical rumbling)
That one.
Good guess.
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Guess he came
home to die.
(camera shutter clicking)
In the video, he was shot
only once in the his shoulder.
He has three close-range
wounds to the torso.
(click)
Look at the
blood spatter.
He tracked
him back
to finish the job.
Or...
our shooter knew
he was coming back here.
SAM:
Tied up loose ends.
G.
Say "cheese."
Might have gotten
a shot of our guy.
I'll get the Wonder Twins on it.
They came in through
the ventilation system.
They navigated the ductwork
and dropped down in front
of this station.
DEEKS: How many systems
on this floor?
Uh, maybe 40.
So they break in,
they know exactly
which station to hack?
The system wasn't hacked.
It was accessed normally.
That's why no security was tripped.
Every station needs
a personal passkey to log on
to their specific system.
Whose station is this?
Uh, Roy Kessler's.
But Roy is
a great guy.
DEEKS:
Let me guess,
great guy that buys
margaritas on Fridays?
Hm? And then didn't
show up for work today.
As a matter of fact...
I'm gonna need his address.
I'm gonna call it in.
Roy Kessler has a flight booked
out of Burbank,
but you better hurry--
he's hired a car service
to pick him up in 20 minutes.
Okay, Roy, let's see
what you got in here.
Two pair of slacks.
T-shirt.
Birth certificate.
You're taking a
trip to New York
and this is
all you pack?
Are you in a rush?
I don't know about you,
but I over-pack
when I go to the valley.
Maybe he was gonna shop
when he got there.
I can explain.
We know your passkey
was used in the
robbery last night.
Why were you running?
I know how this looks...
I don't think you do.
Okay, look...
I was partying
with these two girls
last night.
Way out of my league.
So I'm thinking working girls, right?
But at this point
I could care less.
Things got a little crazy.
Next thing I remember,
I'm waking up at home.
Alone.
I must have been drugged.
Nothing like a good
old-fashioned honeypot.
KESSLER: It wasn't until I heard about
the robbery on the news
that I noticed that
my passkey was missing.
So rather than help
with the investigation,
you decided to skip town.
I logged on to the system to see
what the thieves accessed.
I guess I panicked.
Why?
Because they only copied
part of the MINDS databases.
Which part?
Los Angeles County.
KESSLER:
We're all in danger.
DEEKS:
Okay, so where do we even start?
Pinpointing a target's gonna be
damn near impossible.
L.A. County's
4,752 square miles.
Got a nuke
in a haystack.
There's no way
we can evacuate a whole county.
Whoever stole this thing is
looking to make some coin,
or this is a terrorist
attack in its final stage.
Well, the security camera from
Stallworth's garage paid off.
Our shooter entered the alley
wearing a ski mask.
I'm sorry,
how is that a payoff?
Well, we figured
someone walking around
in a ski mask would draw attention,
so we scanned the area,
and we fund him using
a pay phone two blocks away.
Same clothes,
same build, no ski mask.
Okay, honestly,
who still uses a pay phone?
I'd rather kiss
the Outbreak monkey
than use a pay phone.
How are you a germaphobe?
I've seen your apartment.
Okay, I'm fine
with my own germs, and you,
of all people, should not
be giving housekeeping notes.
I've seen cleaner litter boxes.
Oh, meow.
We got an I.D.?
No. Nothing
through facial rec yet.
I'll see
if the boys in blue
can pull a print off that
coin-operated petri dish.
Remember that gum I gave you?
Dropped it on the bathroom floor first.
That's not funny.
Guys.
Gunnery Sergeant Martin,
the D.O.E. security guard,
he just got out of surgery.
He's conscious.
MAN:
Two tours in the Middle East,
and I get shot at home.
And working as
a security guard, no less.
You're lucky to be alive.
I'm not so sure about that.
Bullet nicked my spine.
Doc's not sure
I'm gonna walk again.
Then you prove them wrong.
You're a Marine;
that's what you do.
Oorah to that.
Is there anything else you can
tell us about what happened?
Uh... give me the phone.
CALLEN:
You got something?
I saw the shooter
drive away.
Tried to snap a shot
before I blacked out.
This is a great lead.
MARTIN:
Call it Marine training.
(chuckles)
Oorah, indeed.
I heard you pulled
the Griffin file.
Is that why you're here?
Well, that and the small matter
of a possible nuclear bomb
threatening L.A. County.
You think
Griffin's behind it?
I hope not.
It makes sense.
We suspected Griffin's team
of selling secrets
when they initiated the nuclear
detection program years ago.
Yes, but we couldn't
prove anything.
Doesn't mean
he wasn't guilty.
Your investigation
cost him his career.
His destructive lifestyle
cost him his career.
Of course.
You still blame me
for letting him go.
Whether I do or don't
is irrelevant.
What matters is,
if Griffin's behind
a nuclear attack,
everyone from the SECNAV
to the Commander in Chief
most certainly
will blame you.
And that, Henrietta,
will be the end
of your career.
(camera shutter clicking)
What do you got?
NELL: You may
want to send
Gunnery Sergeant Martin
an Edible Arrangement-- footage
from his mobile
device came through.
I love those things.
I get the kiwis in the
shape of the animals,
and I pretend I'm a lion,
and I'm, like...
(grunts)
You realize you're
talking out loud, right?
Yeah.
Okay.
Kaleidoscope got a hit
on the shooters' plates.
Where?
ERIC: It's gone now, but...
an hour ago, the car was parked
at a warehouse in Echo Park.
Callen and Sam
are already en route.
Tell them
we're on the way.
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(electronic dinging)
Kensi and Deeks
are on their way.
It's locked.
I got it.
(grunts)
Clear.
Clear.
(sighs): Well...
I knew skipping
that hieroglyphics class
What do you think
the pins represent?
There's too many
to be MINDS locations.
Has to be a key around here
somewhere to decipher it.
(clattering)
Whoa! Whoa, man.
We're on your side.
KENSI: I told you
to send them an alert
when we were coming in.
I did.
Oh! There it is.
It's not my fault
we move faster than
the speed of cellular.
I got something here.
KENSI:
What is it?
It's routing information
for cobalt 60.
That's medical- grade isotope.
Medical-grade?
That means we're not talking
about a nuclear explosion.
No, cobalt 60's something
you'd use to make a dirty bomb.
The blast waves from the
explosion would be more lethal
than a radioactive explosion.
He's trying to scare 'em.
This is all about
psychological harm.
Think about it.
Mass panic...
economic damage, terror.
This isn't a weapon
of mass destruction,
it's a weapon
of mass disruption.
So these markers could all
be cobalt 60 locations.
Yeah, but there's no way to tell
what these locations are.
Kensi, why don't
you and Deeks focus
on this routing information,st
where this cobalt 60 came from.
On it.
It's useless.
If this guy was able
to secure materials
to make a dirty bomb,
we may already be out of time.
You wanted to see me?
How we doing?
Well, nobody in the warehouse,
but lots of intel.
We're trying to decipher it
as we speak.
I'm about to go on-site
to get a firsthand look.
Send Mr. Beale.
Okay.
I need to know
where this man is.
Kelvin C. Griffin.
Is he involved in the case?
I hope not.
This is priority one.
Drop everything.
Find him.
I'll get right on it.
Nell?
For my eyes only.
Of course.
We're missing something.
(groans)
SAM: It's impossible
without the legend.
I'm good,
but I'm hardly a legend.
Where's Nell?
I think the question is,
"Eric, how did you get an I.D.
on the shooter?"
Answer:
I was granted access
to the CIA database.
In exchange
for favors to be called in later.
Don't ask.
Really?
(Sam chuckles)
Just a... picture password.
Ferat Hadad.
He's a member
of As-Sai'qa.
Syrian special forces.
The CIA isn't talking,
but you get the impression
that they want him real bad.
So, a Syrian
commando
has in his possession
U.S. MINDS locations.
What's his next move?
We may never know if we have
to decipher all this first.
Well, allow me.
Huh.
Yeah. Okay, interesting.
Very interesting.
What does it mean?
(beeping)
Not a clue.
Oh, I'm patched in
to the D.O.E.
security system.
They just got a MINDS alert.
Where?
Uh, Grand Park. Downtown.
Hold on a second.
What are we doing with him?
We can't leave him here alone.
HETTY:
He's not.
I'm the backup.
(rifle cocks)
Should we ask?
No. You should go, quickly.
Hi.
Well, it looks
pretty quiet.
I don't even see the dude
selling death by hot dog
wrapped in bacon.
Possible false alarm?
No, something
set off that alarm.
This just doesn't
feel right.
Whoever stole that tech
had to know we'd be on alert.
This could be a setup.
That's true, but if there's
the slightest chance
it's legit, we got to check it out.
CALLEN: Right.
Let's split up
and sweep the area.
Look for anything abandoned--
check the trash cans,
search for anything deserted.
Got it.
Could be on someone's person.
You mean like
a bomb vest?
There. Guy in the beige jacket.
CALLEN:
It's Hadad.
He's looking for somebody.
(siren wailing in distance)
He's on the move.
I'll take the
right flank.
Stop! Federal agents!
(woman yells)
CALLEN:
It's over!
Let her go.
Drop your weapon! Now!
CALLEN:
Don't do it.
Do not do it.
Hadad!
(woman screams)
(woman crying)
Come with me.
KENSI:
Are you okay?
WOMAN:
Yeah, I'm fine.
KENSI: We're federal agents.
You're safe.
WOMAN (crying):
Oh, my God...
No bomb.
(camera shutter clicking)
(indistinct chatter)
Callen.
I don't suppose it occurred to
you to try and take him alive?
He had a hostage.
Where's Hetty?
With Beale.
Why? What's going on?
Nothing you want to know about.
(helicopter blades whirring)
Check it out.
West doors, 2:00,
gray suit.
Think they're having a meeting,
or you think
he was following him?
Guy like Hadad?
He was here to take him out.
Maybe Nell can...
tell us who he is.
Hadad's not wearing a bomb vest,
so what set off the MINDS alert?
Excuse me.
Can I borrow this?
Sure.
Thank you.
Excuse me, guys.
(steady clicking)
(clicking accelerates)
It's weak,
but it's positive.
Did you find something?
Cobalt 60. The guy's clothes
are covered in it.
Uh...
GRANGER: Relax.
It's less than what we're
exposed to on a daily basis,
but it was enough
to set the sensors off.
We should probably
still take a shower.
I got a positive I.D.
on our magazine guy.
The guy's name
is Richard Towson.
He's a businessman
in East Cleveland, Ohio.
Ohio? What's he doing
in Los Angeles?
He's not.
He's still in Ohio.
GRANGER:
Hadad was targeting a man
2,000 miles away--
it makes no sense.
CALLEN: It might if
Hadad was set up
to trigger the sensors--
they're gauging our protocol.
Wide-open space...
possibility
of large groups of people.
Response times, agencies,
device sensitivity.
It's a test.
Well, so if he's
willing to sacrifice
radioactive material on a test...
It stands to reason
he has more to make
an actual dirty bomb.
Right.
Wonderful.
Damn, it makes no sense.
Every time I think I'm close,
the pattern changes.
There are just
too many pins.
Persistence, Mr. Beale.
I've tried every code-cracking
formula known to man.
Maybe it's time
to try those known to women.
Are you suggesting that Nell
is better
at these sort of things?
Is she?
Can I ask you a question,
Hetty?
I'd probably prefer
you focus on the
task at hand.
Why are you here?
What's going on?
(chuckles)
Is everything okay?
It's, uh, possible...
that the man who's behind this
is someone who once...
slipped through my fingers.
That sucks.
Indeed.
Hmm, this looks promising.
You sneaky son of a cipher.
What are we looking at?
It's a map...
of the entire West Coast.
Let's see what this one does.
It's color-coded.
Yellow flags
go with the yellow border.
(switch flicks)
And this one.
(exhales)
My best guess is,
these pins represent
vulnerable targets
from San Diego
all the way up to Seattle.
And the red flags?
ERIC:
They go with the red border.
The flags must represent
his targets.
Which, in this case,
is a one-mile radius
of downtown Los Angeles.
GRANGER: We're coordinating
with FBI, LAPD
and the NEST teams,
Mr. Secretary.
We're closing in on them.
The moment we do, sir.
Tell me
we got something.
A one-mile radius
around downtown
still leaves hundreds
of potential targets.
And we're no closer
to finding the target
than we are to finding
the guy who set up Hadad.
Doesn't add up.
This could've been the attack.
Why wait?
Could be a diversion.
So what else in the area
should we be looking at?
It's not what we're looking at,
it's what's looking at us.
Think about it.
If this is your test,
how do you know
if you're successful?
GRANGER:
All right, fan out.
We're looking
for an outlier.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Sounds like a voyeur--
they observe from a distance,
telephoto lens,
two-way mirrors.
Something you want
to tell me, Deeks?
Just ignore the garden gnome
outside your bedroom window.
Okay. Now,
can we get a bird's-eye view
of the response teams?
We're thinking our guy
might be hiding in plain sight.
Okay, I've got eyes on the area
from multiple feeds. (sighs)
Let's see.
Southeast corner of Hill Street,
there's a man
in a NEST windbreaker.
He's standing just outside
the police perimeter.
Nell, we don't see him.
Got him.
Oh, boy.
What is it, Nell?
Uh, it's nothing.
Uh, he is heading down
into the metro station.
Kensi, Deeks, move
to the west entrance.
We'll flush him to you.
Remember to take
him alive.
(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A. system)
♪
SAM:
Move! Out of the way!
Excuse me!
Excuse me.
Move! Move!
DEEKS:
We got him.
Federal agents! Stop!
Damn it!
(gasps, grunts)
(train's horn blowing)
(horn blowing)
Come on! Come on!
Come on, come on,
come on!
(horn blowing)
This is why I hate
taking the subway.
(camera shutter clicking)
Remember me?
Yeah.
You're the stump
that ruined my life.
Hetty knows this guy?
She let him go once.
Something tells me
she's not gonna make
that mistake again.
You swore you were innocent.
You swore to me,
and yet here
we are again.
You helped develop the, uh,
detection program
to defend the country.
To protect...
people...
like your
own children.
You were a patriot.
Somewhere, you lost your way.
It happens
to all of us...
at some point.
This won't make up
for what you've done,
but it's a step.
And you can still...
save lives.
What is the target?
I don't know.
I don't think you understand.
It's... over.
I was just running scenarios...
collecting data.
I needed the money.
I don't know their target.
"Their"?
Yeah. There's a house in Hancock Park,
and it belongs
to the Russian Consulate.
The data, it's encrypted,
but it won't
take them that long.
You sold our
nuclear detection technology
to the Russians?
Just when you thought
the Cold War was over.
Not even close.
So, what are we
gonna do now?
Be happy your career's not over.
KENSI:
This is not Hetty's fault.
GRANGER:
Doesn't matter.
In this game, Agent Blye,
(door opens)
somebody always takes the blame.
(door closes)
There has got to be something
that we can do.
This is an Oval Office
nightmare now.
KENSI:
What do the Russians want
with L.A.'s
nuclear detection system?
(sighs)
The Cold War's heating up.
Friend or foe, nations
collect intel on each other.
Never know when
they'll need or use it.
Or share it.
ERIC: Hey, guys.
The house Griffin identified
does indeed belong
to the Russian Consulate.
Which means it's
considered foreign soil.
So we can't just
bang on the door
and tell them to hand it over?
Not without causing
an international incident.
CALLEN: It's only an international
incident if you get caught.
Whoa. No. Spoiler alert.
I do not want to hear this.
Uh, cover your ears.
We're all in this
together, Beale.
Think about this, G.
Breaking into
a foreign consulate,
an action which,
if we're caught...
forces our government
to disavow us.
I understand if you don't want
to be involved in this one.
What are you talking
about? I'm in.
I'm talking about them.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We don't do this,
we lose Hetty.
We are in.
Yeah, it's Hetty.
Besides, if Kensi goes, I go.
That's how we roll.
You realize we're off
the reservation with this one.
We could all be subject
to criminal charges.
Russia may even try
and extradite us.
Never been to Russia.
I hear the Gulags
are lovely this time of year.
KENSI: Hello. I'm with
the South Hills Gas Company.
Yes?
There's a been a quake--
three-pointer.
I didn't feel anything.
Ooh, yeah, that means
you're getting used to it.
You know, personally,
I don't get out of bed
for anything less
than a six-banger.
(laughs)
Know what I'm saying?
No, I don't.
Anyhoo, we have
a class-seven gas main leak,.
We're evacuating people
as a safety precaution.
We will not.
DEEKS: Okay, uh, Fern,
I'm getting some
serious class-five
hydrogen readings here,
so we should probably...
What the hell, Fern!
What are these people
still doing here?
This thing could blow up
at any second.
What do you
want me to do?
He won't leave.
It's a free country.
They won't leave 'cause it's...
Where you from, sir?
Vladivostok.
Vladi... vos... Okay, listen,
I don't know where that is,
but here in America,
we have a hydrogen pipe
running right
underneath this house,
and unless you want
to be inside of it
when it blows up,
I suggest you vacate.
(chuckles): Okay, you know what,
if he blows up,
this is on you--
have him sign a waiver.
NEWSWOMAN: The city of Los Angeles
is still recovering
from an earthquake
that struck
the Hancock Park area...
Give us a few moments.
Guys, we got a power outage
in sector five.
Hold on.
(over radio):
Copy that, sector five.
(continues indistinctly)
Let's go, let's go.
Is that everybody
in the house, sir?
How long this
will take?
Hopefully, not long.
Phantom 1 and 2, you're a go.
♪
(quietly):
Bogey headed your way.
I got him.
♪
They're moving the drives.
It's now or never.
I'll draw him to me.
Make it quiet.
Make it fast.
(clatters)
(clattering)
(grunting)
So much for quiet.
Guys, we've got some aftershock
activity going on here.
Let's get those shuttles in
to clear these folks out.
(grunting)
(grunting)
Ah, ooh, ooh,
sir, sorry, I can't
let you back in there
until I have authorization.
(sighs)
Get out of my way.
(grunting)
That's your idea
of quiet?
Was that your idea of fast?
Hope you can fix that cabinet.
No, that's definitely
gonna take a professional.
Guys, time's up.
They're coming back in.
DEEKS: You call for
a shuttle?
(men shouting in distance)
SAM: We good?
CALLEN: Not yet.
(gunshots)
CALLEN:
Ride's here!
Let's go!
Well, go, go, go!
(tires squeal)
LAPD reported a gunfight
in the vicinity
of the Russian Consulate.
I better not find out
you had s...
God, no.
Tell me you didn't.
Didn't what?
Plausible deniability
won't save you.
And you sanctioned this?
I've been here with you, Owen.
Do you have any idea
what you've done?
Retrieved our technology?
Made the world
a better place?
And looked good
while doing it.
This is gonna destroy our
relationship with the Russians.
HETTY: They can't make
any accusations
without admitting they
stole it in the first place.
(phone rings)
Yes, Mr. Secretary.
No, sir.
No, sir, that's not quite
how it went down.
You good, Hetty?
Just dandy.
GRANGER (in distance):
I understand.
How many lives do you
think we've ruined
doing what we do?
GRANGER:
Thank you, Mr. Secretary.
Not nearly as many
as we've saved.
GRANGER: Well... you dodged the bullet
on this one.
But if any of you ever pull
something like this again...
You all deserve each other.
HETTY: I certainly
like to think so.
HETTY:
Anyone for a vodka?
♪
(beep)
(steady beeping)
And bingo.
(beeping stops)
(revs engine)
(gunshots)
(yells)
Drop the gun!
(gunshots)
(grunts)
(engine revs)
Stop!
(gunshots)
(yells)
(grunts)
(low groan)
♪
♪
Ah. Nice cabinets.
You built those yourself?
From scratch.
Wow. How long did that take?
About a month.
A month?
Yeah.
Why didn't you just
hire a professional?
I spent a fraction of what it
would cost by doing it myself.
Yeah, but you spent quadruple
the time a professional would have.
And what's your point?
Well, my point is that
if you'd hired a pro,
you could have spent more time
doing the things you love.
Yeah, and by doing it myself,
I saved more money
for the ones I love.
I just don't get it.
Of course you don't--
you don't have kids.
I mean, what do you
spend money on?
We have
the same salary.
Hetty practically
gave you a house.
And yet I'm always
picking up the check.
Who am I to deny
your generosity?
Besides, this is
about your inability
to relinquish control
and hire a professional.
KENSI: Am I hearing
that Sam is DIY'ing again?
Oh, yeah.
He just spent a month
building some shelves.
Cabinets.
And it was only a couple of weeks.
Now, you said a month.
Why don't you just
hire a professional?
Take that time for yourself to relax.
Exactly.
This coming from another one
who lives alone.
What?
Building relaxes me.
Besides, it's good
for a man to know
that he can create
with his hands.
I use my hands.
I use my hands
to pick up the phone
and call a professional.
And then I use my hand
to use my credit card and
pay that professional.
Where's the fun in that?
I'll tell you where the fun is.
The fun is in the, uh, mojitos
that we're sipping
while the guy that
we're paying is doing the work.
That's what I'm talking about.
That's what
I'm talking about.
KENSI: No, I totally
agree with Sam.
A woman likes a guy who
can build things; it's sexy.
It stems from a primal
attraction for shelter.
I built a tree house once--
how is that for sexy?
I guarantee that's
not still standing.
Maybe not, but it's where I lost my...
TMI.
Grip-- I was gonna say it's
where I lost my grip, fell down,
broke my coccyx-- I got a scar;
you want to see it?
No.
(repeated buzzing)
DEEKS: Whoa.
Is that...
Morse code?
"We got a case."
Eric. He's calling us
up to ops.
I think it's time
for an intervention.
Good luck with that.
I have a small window
to contact the Molina
Cartel informant--
I'm gonna take it.
I'll cover you in ops.
(repeated buzzing)
What are you doing?
It's like a gentle massage.
It's in my glutes.
Ew.
(buzzing continues)
What? I did squats this morning.
Yeah? Couple of yah-ho-ho,
little hee-haw-ho's.
God, that's nice!
Ew.
Hey, let me see your phone.
I can use one
for each glute.
That's just gross.
DEEKS: Bring this puppy up
to a little shiatsu.
Morse code? Really?
ERIC: Keeping it fresh.
Uh-huh. What's next,
smoke signals?
Don't.
What do we have?
(clears throat)
A, uh, robbery and a shooting
early this morning
at a Department of Energy
research facility.
NELL: The security
guard is retired
Marine Gunnery Sergeant
Dennis Martin.
He is currently
in surgery at UCLA.
KENSI: The guard got off
two shots, center mass.
Didn't know the shooter
was wearing
a vest.
What'd they steal?
The United States
MINDS locations.
As in governmental
mind-control?
NELL:
As in MINDS.
Miniature Integrated
Nuclear Detection System.
It's an antiterrorism device
that can locate and detect
sources of radiation that
could be used in a nuclear bomb.
NELL: What makes it
a deterrent for bad guys
is that it's unobtrusive
and can be anywhere--
building lobbies,
train stations, entry gates
across the country.
If terrorists know
where the sensors are,
they can transport
a nuclear device
through a U.S. city undetected.
ERIC:
Incoming.
Ms. Jones, send a copy
of the case information
to my desk immediately.
Copy that.
No, this isn't
weird at all.
I heard that, Mr. Deeks.
(hissing breath)
I'm pretty sure
that look just pierced my soul.
What do we know
about the dead guy?
Brody Stallworth.
Long list of high-profile
home robberies.
He's bypassed most of
the latest state-of-the-art
security systems
that the private sector
has to offer.
And the other guy?
No I.D. on the motorcyclist.
So we have a "master thief,"
and then we have the "other guy."
I'm just saying,
for partners,
it's clearly an imbalance
of perceived value.
Running low on
self-esteem, are we?
Maybe.
ERIC: The "other guy" got
away on his motorcycle.
KENSI:
Looks like he took a bullet.
And he's probably looking
for medical attention.
Right.
I'll check the hospitals.
And Stallworth's
last known address
was in North Hollywood.
I've just downloaded it
to your smartphones.
Sam and I will check out
Stallworth's place.
Kensi, why don't
you and the, uh,
"other guy" check out
the Department of Energy,
see what you can find.
Of course.
The "other guy, that's great.
Just take the rest of my soul,
why don't you.
Federal agents!
Clear.
Clear! G, down here!
Huh.
You having a little tool envy?
(chuckles)
Hardly.
But this is impressive.
These guys definitely knew
what they were doing.
They were building custom tools
for their jobs.
It looks like they were using
the cover of an HVAC company
to get the layout
of their targets.
I know that look.
It just doesn't make sense.
I understand
these guys
were skilled at what they do...
The right tools help.
But they're glorified
cat burglars.
It's a blue-collar operation,
it's hands-on,
but think about it,
the Department of Energy?
Mm.
It's way above their pay grade.
That is not
your typical B-and-E.
Hmm.
Looks like
he splurged for parking.
Let's check it out.
You care to take a guess?
(click)
(mechanical rumbling)
That one.
Good guess.
♪
Guess he came
home to die.
(camera shutter clicking)
In the video, he was shot
only once in the his shoulder.
He has three close-range
wounds to the torso.
(click)
Look at the
blood spatter.
He tracked
him back
to finish the job.
Or...
our shooter knew
he was coming back here.
SAM:
Tied up loose ends.
G.
Say "cheese."
Might have gotten
a shot of our guy.
I'll get the Wonder Twins on it.
They came in through
the ventilation system.
They navigated the ductwork
and dropped down in front
of this station.
DEEKS: How many systems
on this floor?
Uh, maybe 40.
So they break in,
they know exactly
which station to hack?
The system wasn't hacked.
It was accessed normally.
That's why no security was tripped.
Every station needs
a personal passkey to log on
to their specific system.
Whose station is this?
Uh, Roy Kessler's.
But Roy is
a great guy.
DEEKS:
Let me guess,
great guy that buys
margaritas on Fridays?
Hm? And then didn't
show up for work today.
As a matter of fact...
I'm gonna need his address.
I'm gonna call it in.
Roy Kessler has a flight booked
out of Burbank,
but you better hurry--
he's hired a car service
to pick him up in 20 minutes.
Okay, Roy, let's see
what you got in here.
Two pair of slacks.
T-shirt.
Birth certificate.
You're taking a
trip to New York
and this is
all you pack?
Are you in a rush?
I don't know about you,
but I over-pack
when I go to the valley.
Maybe he was gonna shop
when he got there.
I can explain.
We know your passkey
was used in the
robbery last night.
Why were you running?
I know how this looks...
I don't think you do.
Okay, look...
I was partying
with these two girls
last night.
Way out of my league.
So I'm thinking working girls, right?
But at this point
I could care less.
Things got a little crazy.
Next thing I remember,
I'm waking up at home.
Alone.
I must have been drugged.
Nothing like a good
old-fashioned honeypot.
KESSLER: It wasn't until I heard about
the robbery on the news
that I noticed that
my passkey was missing.
So rather than help
with the investigation,
you decided to skip town.
I logged on to the system to see
what the thieves accessed.
I guess I panicked.
Why?
Because they only copied
part of the MINDS databases.
Which part?
Los Angeles County.
KESSLER:
We're all in danger.
DEEKS:
Okay, so where do we even start?
Pinpointing a target's gonna be
damn near impossible.
L.A. County's
4,752 square miles.
Got a nuke
in a haystack.
There's no way
we can evacuate a whole county.
Whoever stole this thing is
looking to make some coin,
or this is a terrorist
attack in its final stage.
Well, the security camera from
Stallworth's garage paid off.
Our shooter entered the alley
wearing a ski mask.
I'm sorry,
how is that a payoff?
Well, we figured
someone walking around
in a ski mask would draw attention,
so we scanned the area,
and we fund him using
a pay phone two blocks away.
Same clothes,
same build, no ski mask.
Okay, honestly,
who still uses a pay phone?
I'd rather kiss
the Outbreak monkey
than use a pay phone.
How are you a germaphobe?
I've seen your apartment.
Okay, I'm fine
with my own germs, and you,
of all people, should not
be giving housekeeping notes.
I've seen cleaner litter boxes.
Oh, meow.
We got an I.D.?
No. Nothing
through facial rec yet.
I'll see
if the boys in blue
can pull a print off that
coin-operated petri dish.
Remember that gum I gave you?
Dropped it on the bathroom floor first.
That's not funny.
Guys.
Gunnery Sergeant Martin,
the D.O.E. security guard,
he just got out of surgery.
He's conscious.
MAN:
Two tours in the Middle East,
and I get shot at home.
And working as
a security guard, no less.
You're lucky to be alive.
I'm not so sure about that.
Bullet nicked my spine.
Doc's not sure
I'm gonna walk again.
Then you prove them wrong.
You're a Marine;
that's what you do.
Oorah to that.
Is there anything else you can
tell us about what happened?
Uh... give me the phone.
CALLEN:
You got something?
I saw the shooter
drive away.
Tried to snap a shot
before I blacked out.
This is a great lead.
MARTIN:
Call it Marine training.
(chuckles)
Oorah, indeed.
I heard you pulled
the Griffin file.
Is that why you're here?
Well, that and the small matter
of a possible nuclear bomb
threatening L.A. County.
You think
Griffin's behind it?
I hope not.
It makes sense.
We suspected Griffin's team
of selling secrets
when they initiated the nuclear
detection program years ago.
Yes, but we couldn't
prove anything.
Doesn't mean
he wasn't guilty.
Your investigation
cost him his career.
His destructive lifestyle
cost him his career.
Of course.
You still blame me
for letting him go.
Whether I do or don't
is irrelevant.
What matters is,
if Griffin's behind
a nuclear attack,
everyone from the SECNAV
to the Commander in Chief
most certainly
will blame you.
And that, Henrietta,
will be the end
of your career.
(camera shutter clicking)
What do you got?
NELL: You may
want to send
Gunnery Sergeant Martin
an Edible Arrangement-- footage
from his mobile
device came through.
I love those things.
I get the kiwis in the
shape of the animals,
and I pretend I'm a lion,
and I'm, like...
(grunts)
You realize you're
talking out loud, right?
Yeah.
Okay.
Kaleidoscope got a hit
on the shooters' plates.
Where?
ERIC: It's gone now, but...
an hour ago, the car was parked
at a warehouse in Echo Park.
Callen and Sam
are already en route.
Tell them
we're on the way.
♪
(electronic dinging)
Kensi and Deeks
are on their way.
It's locked.
I got it.
(grunts)
Clear.
Clear.
(sighs): Well...
I knew skipping
that hieroglyphics class
What do you think
the pins represent?
There's too many
to be MINDS locations.
Has to be a key around here
somewhere to decipher it.
(clattering)
Whoa! Whoa, man.
We're on your side.
KENSI: I told you
to send them an alert
when we were coming in.
I did.
Oh! There it is.
It's not my fault
we move faster than
the speed of cellular.
I got something here.
KENSI:
What is it?
It's routing information
for cobalt 60.
That's medical- grade isotope.
Medical-grade?
That means we're not talking
about a nuclear explosion.
No, cobalt 60's something
you'd use to make a dirty bomb.
The blast waves from the
explosion would be more lethal
than a radioactive explosion.
He's trying to scare 'em.
This is all about
psychological harm.
Think about it.
Mass panic...
economic damage, terror.
This isn't a weapon
of mass destruction,
it's a weapon
of mass disruption.
So these markers could all
be cobalt 60 locations.
Yeah, but there's no way to tell
what these locations are.
Kensi, why don't
you and Deeks focus
on this routing information,st
where this cobalt 60 came from.
On it.
It's useless.
If this guy was able
to secure materials
to make a dirty bomb,
we may already be out of time.
You wanted to see me?
How we doing?
Well, nobody in the warehouse,
but lots of intel.
We're trying to decipher it
as we speak.
I'm about to go on-site
to get a firsthand look.
Send Mr. Beale.
Okay.
I need to know
where this man is.
Kelvin C. Griffin.
Is he involved in the case?
I hope not.
This is priority one.
Drop everything.
Find him.
I'll get right on it.
Nell?
For my eyes only.
Of course.
We're missing something.
(groans)
SAM: It's impossible
without the legend.
I'm good,
but I'm hardly a legend.
Where's Nell?
I think the question is,
"Eric, how did you get an I.D.
on the shooter?"
Answer:
I was granted access
to the CIA database.
In exchange
for favors to be called in later.
Don't ask.
Really?
(Sam chuckles)
Just a... picture password.
Ferat Hadad.
He's a member
of As-Sai'qa.
Syrian special forces.
The CIA isn't talking,
but you get the impression
that they want him real bad.
So, a Syrian
commando
has in his possession
U.S. MINDS locations.
What's his next move?
We may never know if we have
to decipher all this first.
Well, allow me.
Huh.
Yeah. Okay, interesting.
Very interesting.
What does it mean?
(beeping)
Not a clue.
Oh, I'm patched in
to the D.O.E.
security system.
They just got a MINDS alert.
Where?
Uh, Grand Park. Downtown.
Hold on a second.
What are we doing with him?
We can't leave him here alone.
HETTY:
He's not.
I'm the backup.
(rifle cocks)
Should we ask?
No. You should go, quickly.
Hi.
Well, it looks
pretty quiet.
I don't even see the dude
selling death by hot dog
wrapped in bacon.
Possible false alarm?
No, something
set off that alarm.
This just doesn't
feel right.
Whoever stole that tech
had to know we'd be on alert.
This could be a setup.
That's true, but if there's
the slightest chance
it's legit, we got to check it out.
CALLEN: Right.
Let's split up
and sweep the area.
Look for anything abandoned--
check the trash cans,
search for anything deserted.
Got it.
Could be on someone's person.
You mean like
a bomb vest?
There. Guy in the beige jacket.
CALLEN:
It's Hadad.
He's looking for somebody.
(siren wailing in distance)
He's on the move.
I'll take the
right flank.
Stop! Federal agents!
(woman yells)
CALLEN:
It's over!
Let her go.
Drop your weapon! Now!
CALLEN:
Don't do it.
Do not do it.
Hadad!
(woman screams)
(woman crying)
Come with me.
KENSI:
Are you okay?
WOMAN:
Yeah, I'm fine.
KENSI: We're federal agents.
You're safe.
WOMAN (crying):
Oh, my God...
No bomb.
(camera shutter clicking)
(indistinct chatter)
Callen.
I don't suppose it occurred to
you to try and take him alive?
He had a hostage.
Where's Hetty?
With Beale.
Why? What's going on?
Nothing you want to know about.
(helicopter blades whirring)
Check it out.
West doors, 2:00,
gray suit.
Think they're having a meeting,
or you think
he was following him?
Guy like Hadad?
He was here to take him out.
Maybe Nell can...
tell us who he is.
Hadad's not wearing a bomb vest,
so what set off the MINDS alert?
Excuse me.
Can I borrow this?
Sure.
Thank you.
Excuse me, guys.
(steady clicking)
(clicking accelerates)
It's weak,
but it's positive.
Did you find something?
Cobalt 60. The guy's clothes
are covered in it.
Uh...
GRANGER: Relax.
It's less than what we're
exposed to on a daily basis,
but it was enough
to set the sensors off.
We should probably
still take a shower.
I got a positive I.D.
on our magazine guy.
The guy's name
is Richard Towson.
He's a businessman
in East Cleveland, Ohio.
Ohio? What's he doing
in Los Angeles?
He's not.
He's still in Ohio.
GRANGER:
Hadad was targeting a man
2,000 miles away--
it makes no sense.
CALLEN: It might if
Hadad was set up
to trigger the sensors--
they're gauging our protocol.
Wide-open space...
possibility
of large groups of people.
Response times, agencies,
device sensitivity.
It's a test.
Well, so if he's
willing to sacrifice
radioactive material on a test...
It stands to reason
he has more to make
an actual dirty bomb.
Right.
Wonderful.
Damn, it makes no sense.
Every time I think I'm close,
the pattern changes.
There are just
too many pins.
Persistence, Mr. Beale.
I've tried every code-cracking
formula known to man.
Maybe it's time
to try those known to women.
Are you suggesting that Nell
is better
at these sort of things?
Is she?
Can I ask you a question,
Hetty?
I'd probably prefer
you focus on the
task at hand.
Why are you here?
What's going on?
(chuckles)
Is everything okay?
It's, uh, possible...
that the man who's behind this
is someone who once...
slipped through my fingers.
That sucks.
Indeed.
Hmm, this looks promising.
You sneaky son of a cipher.
What are we looking at?
It's a map...
of the entire West Coast.
Let's see what this one does.
It's color-coded.
Yellow flags
go with the yellow border.
(switch flicks)
And this one.
(exhales)
My best guess is,
these pins represent
vulnerable targets
from San Diego
all the way up to Seattle.
And the red flags?
ERIC:
They go with the red border.
The flags must represent
his targets.
Which, in this case,
is a one-mile radius
of downtown Los Angeles.
GRANGER: We're coordinating
with FBI, LAPD
and the NEST teams,
Mr. Secretary.
We're closing in on them.
The moment we do, sir.
Tell me
we got something.
A one-mile radius
around downtown
still leaves hundreds
of potential targets.
And we're no closer
to finding the target
than we are to finding
the guy who set up Hadad.
Doesn't add up.
This could've been the attack.
Why wait?
Could be a diversion.
So what else in the area
should we be looking at?
It's not what we're looking at,
it's what's looking at us.
Think about it.
If this is your test,
how do you know
if you're successful?
GRANGER:
All right, fan out.
We're looking
for an outlier.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Sounds like a voyeur--
they observe from a distance,
telephoto lens,
two-way mirrors.
Something you want
to tell me, Deeks?
Just ignore the garden gnome
outside your bedroom window.
Okay. Now,
can we get a bird's-eye view
of the response teams?
We're thinking our guy
might be hiding in plain sight.
Okay, I've got eyes on the area
from multiple feeds. (sighs)
Let's see.
Southeast corner of Hill Street,
there's a man
in a NEST windbreaker.
He's standing just outside
the police perimeter.
Nell, we don't see him.
Got him.
Oh, boy.
What is it, Nell?
Uh, it's nothing.
Uh, he is heading down
into the metro station.
Kensi, Deeks, move
to the west entrance.
We'll flush him to you.
Remember to take
him alive.
(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A. system)
♪
SAM:
Move! Out of the way!
Excuse me!
Excuse me.
Move! Move!
DEEKS:
We got him.
Federal agents! Stop!
Damn it!
(gasps, grunts)
(train's horn blowing)
(horn blowing)
Come on! Come on!
Come on, come on,
come on!
(horn blowing)
This is why I hate
taking the subway.
(camera shutter clicking)
Remember me?
Yeah.
You're the stump
that ruined my life.
Hetty knows this guy?
She let him go once.
Something tells me
she's not gonna make
that mistake again.
You swore you were innocent.
You swore to me,
and yet here
we are again.
You helped develop the, uh,
detection program
to defend the country.
To protect...
people...
like your
own children.
You were a patriot.
Somewhere, you lost your way.
It happens
to all of us...
at some point.
This won't make up
for what you've done,
but it's a step.
And you can still...
save lives.
What is the target?
I don't know.
I don't think you understand.
It's... over.
I was just running scenarios...
collecting data.
I needed the money.
I don't know their target.
"Their"?
Yeah. There's a house in Hancock Park,
and it belongs
to the Russian Consulate.
The data, it's encrypted,
but it won't
take them that long.
You sold our
nuclear detection technology
to the Russians?
Just when you thought
the Cold War was over.
Not even close.
So, what are we
gonna do now?
Be happy your career's not over.
KENSI:
This is not Hetty's fault.
GRANGER:
Doesn't matter.
In this game, Agent Blye,
(door opens)
somebody always takes the blame.
(door closes)
There has got to be something
that we can do.
This is an Oval Office
nightmare now.
KENSI:
What do the Russians want
with L.A.'s
nuclear detection system?
(sighs)
The Cold War's heating up.
Friend or foe, nations
collect intel on each other.
Never know when
they'll need or use it.
Or share it.
ERIC: Hey, guys.
The house Griffin identified
does indeed belong
to the Russian Consulate.
Which means it's
considered foreign soil.
So we can't just
bang on the door
and tell them to hand it over?
Not without causing
an international incident.
CALLEN: It's only an international
incident if you get caught.
Whoa. No. Spoiler alert.
I do not want to hear this.
Uh, cover your ears.
We're all in this
together, Beale.
Think about this, G.
Breaking into
a foreign consulate,
an action which,
if we're caught...
forces our government
to disavow us.
I understand if you don't want
to be involved in this one.
What are you talking
about? I'm in.
I'm talking about them.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We don't do this,
we lose Hetty.
We are in.
Yeah, it's Hetty.
Besides, if Kensi goes, I go.
That's how we roll.
You realize we're off
the reservation with this one.
We could all be subject
to criminal charges.
Russia may even try
and extradite us.
Never been to Russia.
I hear the Gulags
are lovely this time of year.
KENSI: Hello. I'm with
the South Hills Gas Company.
Yes?
There's a been a quake--
three-pointer.
I didn't feel anything.
Ooh, yeah, that means
you're getting used to it.
You know, personally,
I don't get out of bed
for anything less
than a six-banger.
(laughs)
Know what I'm saying?
No, I don't.
Anyhoo, we have
a class-seven gas main leak,.
We're evacuating people
as a safety precaution.
We will not.
DEEKS: Okay, uh, Fern,
I'm getting some
serious class-five
hydrogen readings here,
so we should probably...
What the hell, Fern!
What are these people
still doing here?
This thing could blow up
at any second.
What do you
want me to do?
He won't leave.
It's a free country.
They won't leave 'cause it's...
Where you from, sir?
Vladivostok.
Vladi... vos... Okay, listen,
I don't know where that is,
but here in America,
we have a hydrogen pipe
running right
underneath this house,
and unless you want
to be inside of it
when it blows up,
I suggest you vacate.
(chuckles): Okay, you know what,
if he blows up,
this is on you--
have him sign a waiver.
NEWSWOMAN: The city of Los Angeles
is still recovering
from an earthquake
that struck
the Hancock Park area...
Give us a few moments.
Guys, we got a power outage
in sector five.
Hold on.
(over radio):
Copy that, sector five.
(continues indistinctly)
Let's go, let's go.
Is that everybody
in the house, sir?
How long this
will take?
Hopefully, not long.
Phantom 1 and 2, you're a go.
♪
(quietly):
Bogey headed your way.
I got him.
♪
They're moving the drives.
It's now or never.
I'll draw him to me.
Make it quiet.
Make it fast.
(clatters)
(clattering)
(grunting)
So much for quiet.
Guys, we've got some aftershock
activity going on here.
Let's get those shuttles in
to clear these folks out.
(grunting)
(grunting)
Ah, ooh, ooh,
sir, sorry, I can't
let you back in there
until I have authorization.
(sighs)
Get out of my way.
(grunting)
That's your idea
of quiet?
Was that your idea of fast?
Hope you can fix that cabinet.
No, that's definitely
gonna take a professional.
Guys, time's up.
They're coming back in.
DEEKS: You call for
a shuttle?
(men shouting in distance)
SAM: We good?
CALLEN: Not yet.
(gunshots)
CALLEN:
Ride's here!
Let's go!
Well, go, go, go!
(tires squeal)
LAPD reported a gunfight
in the vicinity
of the Russian Consulate.
I better not find out
you had s...
God, no.
Tell me you didn't.
Didn't what?
Plausible deniability
won't save you.
And you sanctioned this?
I've been here with you, Owen.
Do you have any idea
what you've done?
Retrieved our technology?
Made the world
a better place?
And looked good
while doing it.
This is gonna destroy our
relationship with the Russians.
HETTY: They can't make
any accusations
without admitting they
stole it in the first place.
(phone rings)
Yes, Mr. Secretary.
No, sir.
No, sir, that's not quite
how it went down.
You good, Hetty?
Just dandy.
GRANGER (in distance):
I understand.
How many lives do you
think we've ruined
doing what we do?
GRANGER:
Thank you, Mr. Secretary.
Not nearly as many
as we've saved.
GRANGER: Well... you dodged the bullet
on this one.
But if any of you ever pull
something like this again...
You all deserve each other.
HETTY: I certainly
like to think so.
HETTY:
Anyone for a vodka?