NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 6, Episode 10 - Reign Fall - full transcript

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♪ NCIS: LA 6x10 ♪
Reign Fall
Original Air Date on December 8, 2014

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17 kids running around,
hopped-up on cake and ice cream.

It was like an invasion
of hyperactive squirrels.

(chuckles)
So what'd you go with,

the beauty parlor
or the pony theme this year?

Disney. I'm gonna be having
fairy tale nightmares for days.



Disney? What the hell
did you dress as?

Yeah, right. What do you think?

I think that
Daddy Sam will do

anything for
his little girl.

I have seen you throw
a mean princess tea party.

Captain Hook.

He's a sailor.

Don't you have something to do?

I'm doing something.

I'm honing my deductive
reasoning skills.

Wasting your time, and
you're interfering with mine.

What was the name of the bad guy
from The Lion King?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.



It was practically on
a loop at your house.

Scar.
Yes.

What are we
talking about?

Nothing.
Which Disney character

Sam dressed up as for
his, uh, daughter's party.

Aw.

DEEKS:
Baloo

from The Jungle Book.

That's strong.
Beast from The Beauty and the Beast.

Large,

fearless, a heart of gold.

SAM:
Oh, look at this,

Lady and the Tramp
are helping out Goofy.

Did you see what he just did?
That's my partner.

Sam Hanna,
ladies and gentlemen!

(whistles)
Deflecting!

Time to meet the band, ladies.

What?

I'm just trying out
some new catchphrases.

Yeah, well, try harder.

Grumpy?

What do we have, Nell?

A residential security
camera in Mid-City

caught this guy creeping around
a private residence.

Here he is
entering the property.

And this is him
shortly after.

That's a hell
of a security system.

LAPD's on the scene now.

Do they know
what happened?

Neighbors reported hearing

an explosion
before the police arrived.

Have they identified the body?
ERIC: Jack Chapman.

He worked paparazzi
for that

gossip show Sunset Scoop.

Chapman caused
a huge scandal

by releasing photos of NBA star
Kip Brigham after he was caught

leaving an illegal
gambling establishment.

ERIC:
Chapman filed a lawsuit

accusing Brigham of assault
and property damage

for smashing his camera.

Then Brigham fired back

with a countersuit claiming
that Chapman attacked him.

But there was no witness, so
it's classic he-said, he-said.

KENSI:
I heard about this.

Brigham lost potential millions
on his latest contract

because of bad press.

Could be a case
of revenge.

Sunset Scoop, NBA...

Why NCIS?

It's because of
who owns the home.

The house belongs

to CIA officer Nicole Borders.

The Nicole Borders?

Indeed.

The CIA Director
of Operations

is a friend of Assistant
Director Granger.

He personally requested
our assistance in this matter.

DEEKS:
Borders.

What do we need
to know about her?

SAM:
She's a legend.

The rumor is that
she was instrumental

in orchestrating
successful ops

from taking bin Laden

to ISIS air strikes.

SAM:
Makes her a prime target.

Where is she now?

We're trying
to locate her.

What is
a celebrity photographer doing

at the home of a CIA officer?

HETTY:
That's what you need

to get to the bottom of.

Quickly.

Before it happens again.

KENSI:
So maybe Chapman

found out about the air strikes
and was trying to break a story.

DEEKS: Not really the material
that Sunset Scoop looks for.

SAM: I want to know
what caused that blast.

Yeah, we can't
rule anything out.

Why don't you
two check out

Kip Brigham, find out
if he's got an axe to grind

with this whole
gambling thing.

Uh, full disclosure,
actually, I'm...

Hey, we got it.

Looks like someone's a fan.
Yikes.

We'll check out
the crime scene.

You two keep digging on Chapman,
see what else you can find.

Copy that.
Copy that.

CALLEN:
Dr. Evil?

Lex Luthor?

SAM: Lex Luthor.
Give it up, G.

You're never gonna guess.
All right?

I know.

Yul Brenner.

You're really not gonna tell me?

It's between me
and my daughter.

I'll just check it out
on Instagram.

Good luck.

Tell me you took the phone
from every kid at that party.

I didn't say that.
Uh-huh.

I know what you did.

You had Beale
scrub the Internet.

All you need to know
is a father's willing

to do anything
for his daughter.

Mm-hmm. Let's see. I mean,
you wouldn't look good

as any of the
Disney princesses.

You could be the genie from
Aladdin. There's no way

you found a pair of lederhosen
that would fit you.

I mean, not
with those legs.

My legs look good in anything.

But why would I be
wearing lederhosen?

Pinocchio was
her favorite bedtime story.

Keep it up.

Make your nose grow.

Chapman wasn't carrying flowers
in the video.

Could've been here previously.

No rose bushes.

(camera clicks)

(phone chimes)

I got a text from Eric.
Officer Borders

is gonna meet us
at the boatshed.

Good.

High velocity blast.

Shoddy craftsmanship.

It's unstable at best.

Activated by a pressure plate.

Whoever built this is lucky
they didn't kill themselves.

You mean like an IED?

Exactly like an IED.

(doorbell rings,
music playing inside)

DEEKS: I mean, clearly
somebody's home.

(sighs)
Yeah.

Must've had to score a lot
of touchdowns for those two.

Did you just say “touchdowns”?
Yeah.

'Cause he's a basketball player.
He led the league in scoring.

Basketball, huh?
Wow.

We watched him together,
in case you don't remember.

If you say so.
(clears throat)

Just do me a favor,
don't embarrass me.

Oh, hi.

Hi. Hi.
We're federal agents.

We're here to speak to Mister...
BRIGHAM: Marty!

Where you been, dude?
I've been calling you for weeks.

Get in here, man.

DEEKS:
Forgot to mention

that we go, uh, way back.

(chuckles)

What's up, buddy?

What's up, man?
How are you?

I'm good.

Good to see you.
How do you guys know each other?

Marty-mar is the reason
I got into basketball.

Well, the growth
spurt helped.

But, yeah, we used to
play a lot of one-on-one,

which I consistently
won, I may add.

Yeah. You were
taller then.

Still had the beard though.

Can you put a shirt on?
Sorry.

Do you remember when I said
he was pointing at us during the game?

And you thought he
wanted to hook up.

Yeah.

With you.

Oh. Nice.

Um, so we're actually here
to ask you some questions.

You weren't playing
about this one. She's bad.

Are you kidding me
right now?

Uh...

DEEKS:
Dude.

We have some questions
about Mr. Jack Chapman,

the, uh, Sunset
Scoop reporter.

Specifically the assault charge
he filed against you.

Easy. He attacked me.

After I tomahawked his camera,

he got all crazy,
tried to rush me.

So I caught him
with a two-piece. Wa, wa!

Dude folded like a lawn chair.

You must've been very upset.
Upset?

Man, that dude cost me
a lot of money

when it came
to renegotiating my contract,

playing paparazzi.

But who knew it would get me
official bad boy status?

New shoe deal doubled
what I would have made before.

I should thank him.

Well, you might have
to hold a séance.

Mr. Chapman was killed today.

Wow.

How?

Still trying to figure that out.

Wait.

You-you think
I had something to do with it?

Got to tweet this. Where's my phone?
You can't tweet this.

This is an ongoing
investigation.

You can't
tweet anything.

You really think
I murdered someone?

I got my white Bronco out back.

Just relax.

It's protocol. We just need
to know your whereabouts

your last 24 hours.
Unbelievable.

Isn't this some sort
of conflict of interest?

I mean, maybe
I should just be...

talking to her. Alone.

Alone?
Maybe he should talk to me alone.

It's a conflict of interest.
Okay. (clears throat)

This is supposed
to be you

and I against...
Yeah, that was before

you accused
your best friend of murder.

I don't know if I would
define you as my best friend,

because I got Monty.

(chuckles)
All good.

We just got back
from a press conference

in New York.

Been gone a month.

Flew private.

All the records are here.

And I just e-mailed you
all the details.

Thank you,
Now...

I'm getting back
to the pool.

You want to join?
No. No, no.

'Cause I got better
things to do than

hang out with, like,
half-naked, oiled-up,

supernova-hot models
all day long.

Uh-huh.

(whispering):
I bet you do.

Did you just...
She just saw that.

She's bad.

We got to go.

Kensi.
Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.
Okay.

Come on!

I'm going.

Hey, have fun swimming.

Squinting's bad for your eyes.

Myth. It actually
enhances your focus.

Hmm. What you got?

Well, Callen found these rose
petals at the crime scene.

And that's odd

because...?

Well, there's no rose bush
on the property.

Could've been
there previously.

Maybe. But no wrapping,
no stems, just the petals?

When you put
it like that,

something does smell
a little rotten.

Huh.

(gasps softly)

Perfume.

Beale, you really are
a genius.

CALLEN:
We think it may have

been retaliation.

For?

Your résumé suggests
you made a few enemies.

Must mean I'm
doing my job.

But I don't
know this man,

or what he was doing
at my house.

I haven't been
there in weeks.

It's getting ready
to go on the market.

Where have you been staying?

Across town.
I live with my fiancé

Gunnery Sergeant Mike Johnson
and his son.

Do they go to the house?

Not really.

Mike checks on it
about once a week.

We've had some trouble
with squatters.

SAM: Where's
your fiancé now?

He's been training in the Mojave
for about a month.

He's supposed to
be he tonight.

Any chance he knows Chapman?

Maybe.

I don't know. Why?
SAM: Because Chapman

must have been there looking
for someone or something.

If he knew my fiancé, he
knows he doesn't live there.

Unless he asked him

to look after the house
while he was gone.

So if the bomb
wasn't meant for Chapman...

It was intended for your fiancé.

Or you.

They filled me in.

Are you okay?
I'm fine.

They told me what happened.

I grew up with Chapman.
He said he was in the area

and it wouldn't be a problem
to check on the house.

He was doing me a favor;
this is on me.

This isn't your fault, Mike.

There's no way you could have
foreseen this happening.

Where's Devin?

Agent Callen and Agent Hanna are
picking your son up right now.

Sorry, is that a problem?

No, this will be good for Devin.

My son can be a bit by-the-book.

Meaning?

I hope your agents know
how to exercise patience.

(chuckles)

SAM: This is like the military
school Aiden goes to.

CALLEN: No cliques,
girls falling for bad boys,

no geeks.

I don't get it.

It's a military academy,
not a social club.

I also went to a school
just like this.

That explains a lot.

Give them a boy at eight,
they return a man at 18.

I think I took
a total of 18 classes.

And that explains a lot.

Well played.

Excuse me.
Sir?

I'm looking for
Cadet Johnson.

Yes, sir.
Across the quad, sir.

Thanks.
Thanks.

Devin Johnson?

We're with NCIS.

We're here to take you
to your father.

At ease, Cadet.

Sir, Gunnery
Sergeant Johnson says

I'm not to leave the grounds
without proper authorization.

Look, son...
Sir, no disrespect,

but I am not your son.

I'm Cadet Master Devin Johnson,
and I do not break exit protocol

without proper authorization
from Gunnery Sergeant Johnson.

You mean your dad?

I prefer to utilize
the rank structure.

Uh-huh.

Cadet. Chief Petty
Officer Hanna.

Sir, yes, sir!

Outstanding demonstration
of following protocol.

What do you need to
solve the problem?

Sir,

if I could communicate
with Gunnery Sergeant Johnson

for permission
to adjust protocol.

Mm-hmm.

(line ringing)

CALLEN:
Kens, uh, can you put

Gunnery Sergeant Johnson
on the phone?

Cadet Johnson won't leave
without his dad's permission.

KENSI:
Uh, sure.

Sir?

Yes, sir.

Like he's talking
to a senior officer.

Affirmative.

Some people actually take
the chain of command seriously.

DEVIN:
Copy that.

Confirming
protocol adjustment.

We good?

Permission granted to adjust.

So we can go?

Yes, sir.

This way, gentlemen.

We're gonna be working
for that kid one day.

Yeah. Maybe next week.

Cadet.
Sir.

Ma'am.

It's our new
challenge coin.

Thank you.

What a wonderful gift.

Not the warmest
reception.

Doesn't mean
he doesn't care.

Let's check in with Nell.

Where do we
stand, Nell?

Hey. So those
rose petals you found

reminded me of a case
I consulted on at Pendleton.

There was a perfume bottle left

at the scene of a crime
but no prints.

That got me thinking-- someone
had to have left it there

on purpose, right?

Well, nothing ever came of it.

But I did some digging.

And I found two additional
murders in the last year

with unexplained items
found at the crime scene.

We have a ring,

a necklace
and a bottle of perfume.

All men.
All Marines.

A ring, perfume and a necklace.

They're gifts,
but not for the victim.

They're things
you'd give to a...

a girlfriend or a...

...a mother.

SAM: A gift someone sends
who's seeking approval?

Love or validation, maybe?

Take Cadet Johnson.

He's obsessively
disciplined.

You know,
he's a little soldier

trained to do
whatever he's told.

But what would happen
if his dad pushed him too far?

He could snap.

The killer could be

one of these over-disciplined
kids who crumbled

under the pressure. Nell,

see if any of the victims had
sons in the military program.

All right.

Bingo.

All the victims' sons
attend military academies.

The killer may think
he's representing these boys.

He's protecting them
from these overbearing fathers.

We could be dealing
with a serial killer.

In each of the other murders,
there were a series of accidents

leading up
to the victims' deaths.

Let me see that.

Individually,
it doesn't look like much,

but collectively,
there's definitely a pattern.

These locations mean
anything to the victims?

Eric spoke to the spouses.

Every accident was
a point of interest

in each victim's weekly routine.

So he's stalking them.

The risk grew
with every murder attempt.

Means he's driven,
obsessively so.

And he's not gonna stop
until he achieves his goals.

Do we think the killer tried
for Johnson before this?

Well, if he did, we could
use it to our advantage.

If we put the word out there
that Chapman was the one killed.

If he finds out
he didn't get the job done,

could cause the killer
to expose himself.

So we reinsert Johnson
into his daily routine.

And maybe the killer tries
to come after him again.

Let's set it up.
I love it.

SAM:
When I was a kid,

Colonel Hanna was
all about discipline.

He would make me run
15 miles in a week.

That's good for you.

Eh, it wasn't all good.

One week, I slacked off
due to weather.

He made me run 15 miles
in a day, in the snow.

And where was he?

Colonel Hard-ass
was in the truck

following me, heat blasting.

That's interesting.
What?

Yeah, well, he was
in the truck,

you know, he was
following you.

Yeah, I just said that.

He was following you.

He was there.

No one ever pushed me.

People push you when they care.

You turned out fine, okay?

Shut up and let's go.

Well, should we
hug it out, or...?

We believe the suspect
has been scouting you

for some time.

Waiting for
the best time to strike.

You mean like
a stalker?

Why would anybody
be tracking me?

We're still
putting that together.

So what's next?

SAM:
We have a plan,

but it requires
your cooperation.

Absolutely not.

No, let's hear them out.

They want to use you as bait
to smoke this guy out.

It'll give us
our best chance.

We'll be with you
every step of the way.

It's too dangerous, Mike.

This maniac already tried
to blow you up once.

This is how Marines fight,
Nicole.

Face-to-face. I don't have
the luxury of deploying

an air strike from miles away.

That's not fair. That's my job.

And this is my job.

It's my duty.

What about us?

What about Devin?

Even more reason to do this.

Cadet.
Sir.

What would you do?

We put our lives on the line
for the greater good.

We don't run away from
an opportunity to save others.

You heard the man.

Let's get this guy
off the streets.

Oorah.

I need him back.

He's in good hands.

Come here.

Gentlemen.

Get you guys a refill?

I'm good.

Come on,
it's macchiato Mondays.

Just coffee, black.

Black? Wow, let's not
get too crazy, huh?

What about you?
You want an apple juice?

No.

I'm starting to feel like
this guy's not gonna show.

Are you sure
about this location?

I stop for coffee here daily--
you could set your clock by it.

CALLEN (over earpiece):
Well, if he's been stalking you,

this place would be
the most vulnerable.

Your son seems
like a good cadet.

Just hope he gets the chance
to be a boy.

Well, if instilling discipline
keeps my son off of drugs

and out of a gang,
then I'm okay with it.

Seems like
it worked out for you.

Guilty.

It's just, all this
pressure at that age--

it's a lot to handle.

It's good that his limits
are being pushed early.

Could be here right now because
somebody pushed too hard.

Noted.

(camera clicking)

NELL: Okay, Kens, we got
those license plates.

Keep them coming.

Guys, we got a bogey.

ERIC:
All right.

His name's Glen Frazier,
he lives in Sylmar,

works at the
Beverly Center.

No military experience
or affiliation.

Check out blue shirt,

messenger bag.

NELL:
Name is Gil Jones.

He wasn't in the military,

but his father was,
and he did time

in Chino for assault.

This could be our guy.

Don't spook him.

Just like we
discussed.

He's moving.

Hi, honey.

(engine revving)

Thank you.

I promised we'd get
you home in one piece.

(man grunting)
DEEKS: Keep your hands

where I can see them!

Out of the car.
Out of the car.

Get down.
Hands behind your back.

You got no right.

(handcuffs clicking)

Hey, you got
nothing on me.

KENSI:
We're secure!

(clears throat)
Richard Mills.

Military school dropout.

Seems like you started okay
and then, uh, fell off.

What happened?
Did you get your heart broken?

You get picked last
in dodgeball?

It had to be done.

What? Run down a Marine
and a federal agent?

In a sneaky hybrid at that.

Those men had to go.

Whoa.

Wow. Here I was thinking that
we were gonna be here all day,

and it seems like all we needed
to do to get a confession

was to ask nicely.

We should really remember
that for next time.

Yeah, usually there's a dance
that happens where you show

a little bit of reluctance,
we crack some head, but you,

my friend, are making this easy,
and I, for one, appreciate that.

You seem very eager
to turn yourself in.

I just want
to get this over with.

In due time.

Just one question.

Why? Why did
you do it?

Th-They were evil men.

Th-They didn't deserve to live.

Wow.

So just to clarify then...

your plan is to rid
the world of evil men?

I mean, you're on the wrong
side of the table, brother.

We should be handing you
an application.

See, what I don't understand
is why you cut off

the index fingers
of the second

and third victims,
but not the first?

Well, the-the first, uh...

Mm-hmm?

Hmm?
I didn't have time with the first.

Time.

Yeah, there's never
enough of that.

But I think the correct response
would have been, uh,

“I didn't cut off any fingers.”

Richard.

Who are you protecting?
Why'd you try to run down

Gunnery Sergeant Johnson?

Who else is behind
the other murders?

Answer the question!

I'm so stupid.
You are so stupid.

Stupid, stupid,

stupid, stupid...
Hey!

Richard.

It's too late.

You-You can't stop the
next one. It's too late.

What's too late, Richard?

You can't stop him.

There's no stopping who,
Richard?

(humming lullaby)

Richard.

Richard!

(continues humming lullaby)

Well, he's a few crayons
short of a full box.

Yeah, he doesn't
fit the profile.

You know, he's more like
one of those programmed kids

than he is a killer.

Yeah, but he tried to run down
Gunnery Sergeant Johnson.

Under whose orders?

More importantly,
these attacks may not be over.

Why don't you guys
stay at him.

We'll check in
with Eric and Nell.

All right,
we'll switch it up.

See what we can get.

Eric, what else
do we have on him?

Uh, not much.

Car he was driving was
registered to his mother,

Estelle Mills--
uh, married twice.

First husband, Sergeant Ronan
Mills, was killed in combat.

And the second,

Sergeant Harris Posey--
looks like he just disappeared.

More like he was taken out.

ERIC: Uh, get this.
Richard has an older brother.

David Mills.

What do we have on him?

Uh, military, completed
two tours in the Middle East.

Dishonorably discharged.

SAM: Why?
Huh.

Issues with authority.

Looks like he attacked
his commanding officer twice.

Where do we find him?

Last known address
was Pendleton, so...

The mother?
ERIC: Still lives in Echo Park.

All right.

We'll pick up the mom.
See if you can

find anything else
on the brother.

Got it.

Thanks.

And you have the
opportunity to save him.

You're not a murderer, Rich.

I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, my God.

Here's what we're...

what we're
talking about.

Sergeant George Rush.

Right there. See that?

Master Sergeant
Damon Duvall.

And, of course, Staff
Sergeant Kevin Davis.

That's who we're
talking about!

DEEKS: Come on, I don't
have all day here.

Richard! I'm getting really
frustrated, so I'm just gonna

give you one more option: tell
me where we're gonna find him,

or I'm gonna beat it out of you.

It's true. It is true,
it's absolutely true.

You're being used to...
Stop talking.

DEEKS: We're just trying
to tell you how it is, man.

Richey?

Tell me who he is.

What did he do?
CALLEN: He tried to kill

a Marine and a
federal agent.

Can I see him?
I need to see him.

Soon.

We need to talk to you
about your family.

Mrs. Mills.

Yes?
Your husbands?

Um...

My first husband
was killed in combat.

He was a good man.

That's why I went back
to his last name.

And your
second husband?

Bobby?

Went out for a pack of smokes
three years ago

and never came back.

How's that for a bad movie?

SAM: How was the
relationship

between your second husband
and your sons?

He was hard on the boys.

More so on David,
the older one.

He may have
gone overboard

a few times,
if you know what I mean.

It was out of love.

He said he was
making men out of them.

Do you know where
to find David?

No.

I haven't talked to him
in a long time.

I know you want to protect...
I don't know where he is.

Mrs. Mills...

tell us about your relationship
with your second husband.

(clears throat)

Mrs. Mills,

as the son of a military man,

I know what it's like
to have everything happen

on a strict schedule.

I would watch my mother hold it
together when he would deploy

and then expect everything to
be perfect when he returned.

It wore her down.

I think you know what happened
to your second husband.

It sounds to me

like a son
protecting his mother.

Help us find Davey

before he hurts someone else.

Anything you can
tell us will help.

Can I see Richey now?

He's not well.

Neither of them are well.

DEEKS: I'm gonna beat you
like I beat that chair!

I'm gonna find this guy,

and when I do, I'm gonna
tell him that you're the one

that ratted him out!

Please let me
see my baby.

Where's David?

At an abandoned school
in Woodland Hills.

Cali-South High.

Come with me, Mrs. Mills.

Kensi, Deeks,
Sam's coming in. Eric,

get me the information
on that school.

I'm on it.

Oh. It's okay, baby.

Mommy's here.
It's okay. It's okay.

Shh.

♪ Hush little baby,
don't say a word ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a mockingbird ♪

♪ And if that mockingbird
won't sing ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a diamond ring... ♪

ERIC: School was closed down
five years ago.

Neighbors have reported
seeing lights at night.

LAPD thinks
there might be squatters.

Thanks, Eric.

Second school today.

Universe's way of telling us
it's never too late to learn?

I was thinking
more along the lines

of old dogs and new tricks.

(gunshots)

Need him alive.

Federal agents!

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(groaning)

Put your hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back.

You got nothing on me!

Shooting at

a federal agent--
that's a pretty good start.

Turn over. Turn over.
Get up.

Sit up.

(grunting)

Stay down.

I'm gonna take
a look around.

(door creaks)

♪ ♪

CALLEN:
Yeah, we picked up

your brother Richard.

Must be kind of nice, huh?

Your own personal army of one.

It's a funny
thing though.

Read your file,
and your brother?

Was actually doing
pretty good till you got home.

Good grades,
excelling at school.

Maybe what your stepfather
was doing for him was working.

Shut up!
He was on his way

to becoming a productive citizen
till you interfered.

You don't know us. You don't
know what we've been through.

I know enough.

I spent a little time
with your mom this morning

in the interrogation room.

You hurt Mother,
I will rip you apart.

Is that what you did

to your stepfather, huh?

Did you rip him apart?

My stepfather got

what he deserved.
You served him up

a little, uh... a little
home-cooked justice?

Our stepfather
was suffocating.

He never let us make a decision
on our own.

If we veered off his path,

he just beat us into submission
with the strap, belt,

or whatever else he had handy.

Is that why
you're doing all this?

'Cause of what he did to you?

I'm doing these boys a favor.

Doing what they can't do.

They should be thanking me.

By leaving them
without fathers?

I don't think so.

I think you ruined their lives.

And now your
life's ruined.

Taking your brother down
with you. (chuckles)

You're a real hero.

Way to go.

G?

Bring him this way.

(click, quiet whirring)

Modified your little IED.

Tell us who the
next target is,

or you'll be joining
your stepfather.

Ballsy to mess
with another man's toys.

No, that implies
inexperience.

I'm an explosives expert.

Who's the next target?

I'll disarm it
before you ever get there.

You can try.

I rearranged
the wiring configuration.

You'll never figure it out,

because I'm smarter
than you.

Well, why don't I just
step off it now

and take us all to hell.

He doesn't have it in him.

DAVID:
Well, it doesn't matter.

It's too late anyway.

We'll get it out
of his mom.

Just pin the crimes on her, say
she was in on the whole thing.

Mm, toss her in jail.
She seems pretty tough.

She might last a week.

Mother had nothing
to do with this.

You can argue that

when she's serving
hard time, okay?

Who's the next target?

(humming lullaby)

(continues humming lullaby)

Master Sergeant Shawn Lewis

in Mid-City.

(sirens approaching)

He deserves to die.

Just like you.

(click)

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

What did you do?!

Guess he had it in him.

What did you do?!

(tires screeching)

Kensi.
KENSI: What do you got?

We got the next target.

Master Sergeant Shawn Lewis
in Mid-City.

Eric's sending you the address.
Meet us there.

Copy that.

Eric,

any luck with Lewis?

Master Sergeant Lewis's
phone is at his home,

but he's not answering.

All right, keep trying.
Got it.

Hope we're not too late.

DEEKS:
That's him.

That's Master Sergeant Lewis.
Pull over.

Master Sergeant Lewis?

We're NCIS.
We have reason

to believe you're the target
of an attack.

What? What are talking about?
We'll explain in the car.

Right now, we have
to get you off the street.

Can I stop by my house?
I'm less than three miles away.

DEEKS:
No can do.

It's possible that's
where the attack may take place.

But my son Brian
is on the way there now.

Well, then we need to go.

Callen, we have
Master Sergeant Lewis,

but his son Brian is on his way
to the house.

He might be there already.

DEEKS:
Go.

(tires screeching)

Here now.

(tires screech)

The back.

(click, quiet whirring)
Brian!

Brian!

(gasping)

What just happened?

Where's my dad?
CALLEN: He's safe.

He'll be here soon.

How's the water?

Perfect.

I just got off the phone
with Officer Borders.

She sends her regards.

Well, I don't know about

you guys, but I am starving.

Thinking about hitting up that
barbecue place in the marina.

Best brisket in town.

Who's with me?
You buying?

Oh, hell, I'll buy.

Well, then I'm definitely in.
Sam?

I'll catch up with you guys.

You better hurry,
'cause you know there are limits

to Kensi's generosity.

Okay. Now
you're buying.

Oh. Backfire.

Oh, that you
and the colonel?

Killed him
how I went Navy over Marines.

It's weird.

What's that?

How someone
can affect your life.

As gruff as he was,

still grateful
for everything he did for me.

Well...

sometimes it takes a rock
and a feather for balance.

Hmm.

Brisket awaits, gentlemen.

On our way.

Rock or feather?

Both.

(chuckles)

Sulley.

What's that?

Went to my
daughter's party

as Sulley from
Monsters, Inc.

Big, blue creature,

furry horns, you know?
I never heard of him.

You have a photo?
Get out of here.

(chuckles)
You're not coming?

No, no, no. I'll catch
up with you guys.

All right.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

MAN: Hello?
Colonel Hanna.

It's Sam. Just thought I would
call and see how you're doing.