NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 6, Episode 12 - Spiral - full transcript
Calllen's routine operation becomes anything but. Posing as a mailroom clerk in order to get close to a suspected arms dealer, he becomes a hostage when terrorists take over the office.
♪
Deadline was 24 hours ago.
Why am I still picking
Ethernet cables out of my ass?
We're working fast as we can
on a Saturday, Mr. Blanchard.
But we gotta work safe, too.
It's...
Making money
has never been safe.
Remember that,
and someday
you'll be the one
giving orders to peons.
Right behind you, sir.
Ahead of schedule today, Jimmy.
Well, you said you like your
mail early, Mr. Blanchard,
so I figured
I'd start my...
my route on this floor
every day.
You ever get sick
of slinging letters,
you let me know.
Guys, move it up on
this side. Come on.
On this side?
Yeah. It's not
even, guys.
Is this the color
we talked about?
No, you know what?
It's the one we were given.
I can't do anything...
Guys, it's not even straight.
Up on the left.
Yeah, up on the...
Dude's a regular Dale Carnegie.
Did Carnegie win friends
and influence people
by selling weapons
to the Molina Cartel?
Blanchard's ready to promote you
from the mailroom
after two weeks
of undercover work.
Maybe you should
write a book, G.
7 Highly Effective Habits
of Arms Dealers.
No, Think and Grow Rich
by Supplying
Mass Murderers with Guns.
What do you
weigh, Jimmy?
170 pounds?
Maybe a buck-80?
Mr. Blanchard, I-I was...
It'd take
1.9 seconds
for your body to
hit the pavement
after being thrown
from the 19th floor
of a tower...
just like
this one.
You got this, G?
What?
Down on the ground!
Sit down!
What the hell is this?
Get over
here!
This is me
giving orders to peons.
Hands up, big shot.
Hands up! Put 'em
where I can see 'em!
Easy, easy!
Don't shoot!
Shut up and move!
Keep going,
keep going, move!
Move, move!
Shut up!
Let's go!
Move, move!
Please. Oh, God, please
don't shoot me.
Okay? I'm sorry.
I said shut up!
All right? I'm sorry...
Everybody,
on in the back, now!
Negotiating's
a bad idea.
You don't negotiate like me.
Get off me.
Get back now!
Hey, buddy.
I don't think you
know who I am.
We can cut a deal.
Aah!
You think that we can be bought?
This is our currency.
♪ NCIS: LA 6x12 ♪
Spiral
Original Air Date on January 5, 2015
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
Morning.
What's up, partner?
What are you wearing?
No training today?
I can't hold
up the...
...Crush Crew all by myself.
Crush Crew...
is in session.
Yeah, but just to clarify,
you're not really
crushing anything.
I'm meditating.
Ha!
You mean you're
sleeping.
Doctor's orders, actually.
I've got
adrenal fatigue.
My body produces too much
adrenaline and then runs out.
Yeah, but the Crush Crew lives
on adrenaline, because we...
Oh, I see what you're saying.
Fighting
bad guys,
getting in car chases and
shootouts every single week...
I just have
to find
a less stressful way
of solving my problems.
Om...
Yeah, like training to crush
bad guys with your mind?
Aah!
Ow, yah, God...
All right, that's a human
resources violation.
I'm gonna fill out some forms,
there's gonna be consequences.
You were in my energy sphere.
Ah, God, I love
your metaphors so much.
It was an allegory, actually.
Granger wants you both
in Ops now.
It's Callen.
This just went online.
This is our currency.
We demand 100 freedom fighters
be released from Guantanamo Bay
or we shoot a hostage
every hour.
Unless you want to learn
the true meaning of jihad,
don't attempt any rescue.
The State Department
received a list
of the so-called
"freedom fighters."
It's an all-star team
of the most deadly terrorists
in U.S. custody.
Run that back, Eric.
First casualty
look familiar?
Yeah, that's Tom Blanchard,
the arms dealer
Callen's investigating.
That was supposed
to be a routine op, though.
This "routine op" just turned
into a hostage crisis.
Sam checked in
from a pay phone.
I just confirmed
that all comms inside the tower
have gone dark.
Looks like they set
up a jamming device.
A tower that big,
we're probably looking
at 15, 20 guys. Maybe more.
All right, the terrorists
didn't ID themselves.
Most radicals would milk
the exposure for all it's worth.
It's an anomaly.
This is a huge play
none of the cells on our radar
would be able to pull off.
So, suddenly, Callen's
investigation becomes Die Hard
and the person
he's targeting
becomes the first
hostage killed?
I mean, either Blanchard knew
these guys from before
or that is
a stunning coincidence.
Blanchard sold
weapons to half
the jihadists on the planet.
I'm sifting through
his known associates,
but it's gonna take some time.
Please tell me Callen is armed.
That's a negative.
Uh, Wyatt Tower's
no Fort Knox,
but they still have
metal detectors in the lobby.
Manned by a rent-a-cop
who didn't have the wherewithal
to look inside the terrorists'
toolbox when they came to work.
Where's LAPD
in all of this?
They're waiting on us.
You and Deeks link up with Sam.
Find a way inside
and locate Callen.
Gather Intel for LAPD's hostage
rescue team before their breach.
We have less than one hour
before they execute
the next victim.
Yippee-ki-yay.
I don't want to die.
Please stop.
- Please, please... Please stop.
- Hey!
Hey, leave
her alone!
Don't.
Mall cop.
You. Sit down.
You okay?
Mm-hmm.
It's my chest.
Left side hurts.
Well, you might have
broken some ribs.
Your lung's intact.
You're gonna be all right.
Well, what a relief.
Mail guy says I'm gonna survive.
I'm Don.
Thanks for looking out.
I need to know if there's
any weapons in this building.
Maybe a supply closet
in the security office?
Who the hell are you?
I'm Jimmy the mail guy.
Management made this
a "gun-free zone."
We can't carry firearms
on the job.
I'm so sorry, Don.
I'm so sorry.
Oh...
Any shortness of breath?
I'm fine.
Don't get macho
on me, Don.
What's wrong, Karen?
You don't trust
the mail guy's diagnosis?
I took an EMT class
in college, all right?
Dr. Karen Ward.
Pleasure's all mine, Jimmy.
Ow.
Have I met you?
No.
You were too busy
kissing Blanchard's ass
to notice any other tenants
on the 19th floor.
You're gonna be okay.
Just hold on.
Can I talk to you?
Let me look at you.
Are you okay?
Don's not gonna be fine.
I can't do anything
about his internal bleeding.
I thought I'd keep
his spirits up.
Got anything to keep
my spirits up?
This isn't as bad
as it looks.
Being taken hostage
by Islamic radicals
is my definition of bad.
Yeah, well,
real radicals
don't hang half their
propaganda posters upside down.
Nice meeting
you, Dr. Ward.
Only other entrances
are sealed.
This one leads to
a traffic cam blind spot.
That's ideal
for a getaway.
They got two guards
posted at the door.
Satellite phone. Should work.
Sat phones... it's hard for them
to get a signal inside.
All right, so we
dig up some Intel,
and dangle me out the window.
I'll call it in.
Good luck with that.
Let's move.
You got your adrenaline
pumping yet?
A little more
than that.
Service entrance
is clear.
Guys, we got a problem.
What'd you find?
It's a detonator switch.
What?
Det cord,
a lot of it.
Kensi?
Call off
NCIS,
FBI, LAPD, all the units
in the city.
Call off all
rescue attempts.
This building's been
wired to explode.
Hetty cut
her lunch meeting short.
She'll be here soon enough.
Where was lunch?
Nicaragua.
Bring me up to speed.
Well, Sam says
the tower support beams
have been rigged
with explosives.
Geez.
Yeah.
Tactical breach could cause
the hostage takers to panic,
bring down the whole building.
Even though
it's a Saturday, there's still
approximately 100 people inside.
And that's not
factoring in possible casualties
outside the tower
if it collapses.
Restrict LAPD to evacuating
the neighborhood.
Sir, who's gonna
back up our team?
No one, Ms. Jones.
Defused bomb's
in the loading dock.
Rest could be anywhere
in the tower.
All right,
so LAPD is standing down
until we give them
the go-ahead to move in.
Team Two missed
their check-in. Find them.
I'm with the hostages on 16.
16th floor
is unleased office space.
The cameras
have been disabled,
elevators, too.
It's gonna slow down any attempt
of a hostage escape.
Yeah, but the flip side
of that
is 23 floors is
a lot of stairways to cover.
It means the guard duty
is gonna be spread thin.
Infiltrate the hostage group.
Figure out what
we're working with.
Avoid the east stairs.
They're closest
to that service entrance.
On it.
Sam, where you headed?
To find Callen.
How do you know
he's not with the hostages?
Because wolves never linger
around sheep for long.
Let's go.
You think they're serious
about executing a hostage
once every hour?
They seem serious to me.
Where the hell have you been?
Two men down
at the east service entrance.
Flex-cuffed,
stripped of their radios
and detonators.
We've got company.
Time to improvise.
Come with me. Let's go.
You, too, let's go.
Fresh Intel on Blanchard.
Looks like
credit card records
over the past two weeks
turned up some hits
we didn't get
in our initial profile.
Great.
I was just about to update
my blog
on dining and shopping hot spots
for the high-end arms dealer.
Well, here we go.
Tiffany's, Spago,
Beverly Wilshire Hotel,
La Perla.
Either he liked jewelry,
fine dining
and wearing lady's lingerie...
Or Blanchard had a girlfriend.
One who liked $800 panties.
"Panties"?
Yeah, I've heard about La Perla.
Okay, well, they're not $800.
Oh, how do you know that,
Ms. Jones?
How do you think I'd know,
Mr. Beale?
I'm gonna...
mine Blanchard's
phone logs and, um,
see if I can have some agents
bring his girlfriend
to the boatshed for questioning.
You do that.
I'll let Granger know.
Okay.
Tell me you know something.
There's nothing
on the cameras.
Whoever it is, they're good.
Probably a two-
to-four-man group.
Pull our men from 16.
I want teams
grid-searching
this entire building.
Who's gonna watch the hostages?
Send in Crom.
That was all too easy.
There's hardly anybody
watchdogging the hostages.
We got this.
Okay,
that guy might become
a problem.
At least he's not bulletproof.
Uh-oh.
There's enough C-4
in that vest
to vaporize everybody in here.
And that's a dead man switch.
It's connected
to the explosives
lining the walls
and support beams.
Colossus takes his finger
off that button,
and this whole building becomes
a pile of rubble and bodies.
Looks like
he's bulletproof after all.
Anything in the financials?
No. If Blanchard knew,
we'll never find out.
You killed him too fast.
Don't question my orders.
You can be a hostage, too.
All you got to do
is say the word.
I got plenty of bullets.
You, back to work.
Don't touch me!
Stop it!
Please, please, please,
- I can explain.
- Sir.
What is this?
She slipped away
from the others.
We caught her trying
to get away.
No, I wasn't trying to escape.
Listen, just let me explain.
Get that camera running.
Please, there is
something you need to know.
Stop! It was my fault!
Boy, you sure
get around for a mail guy.
I-I convinced her to sneak out
and find a working phone.
It was my idea.
She had nothing to do with this.
It was all my fault.
D-Don't hurt her.
I guess I'll just have
to kill both of you.
Jimmy!
Go, go, go, go!
Two of them got away.
One of them was in charge.
There was a woman.
Karen.
She ran.
She was scared;
can you blame her?
I hope she ran fast.
Well, on the bright side,
I figured out
my New Year's resolution.
I'm never going undercover
as Jimmy the mail guy again.
Jimmy the mail guy went postal.
They're not real jihadists.
They didn't even take the time
to detonate their suicide vests.
They still rigged
the building to blow.
Then we can't call their bluff.
Blanchard's financial records.
He was targeted.
Had something they wanted.
This whole hostage thing
could be one big ruse.
Two shooters in the boardroom.
All teams move in.
I want them dead now.
They're sending in the cavalry.
Then let's go hunting.
Everybody to the 23rd floor.
23rd floor.
Guys, we got to go.
Crom, stay here.
- Go!
- They're getting skittish.
They're moving manpower a lot
faster than they should.
Sam must have found Callen.
Well, the good news is
there's only one terrorist
watching the hostages.
And the bad news is
he's a walking WMD.
There's got to be
a way to disarm the wiring
in the support beams.
I would take a closer look
at the wiring,
upload some pictures to Ops
and see if they got someone
to walk me through the disarm.
Okay, go now, go now.
You gonna wish me luck?
Keep it moving!
Sit your ass down.
♪
Yes, I dated Tom Blanchard.
No, I didn't really like him.
Well, speaking ill of the dead
ain't a great way
to make a first impression,
Ms. Welsley.
I didn't like Tom,
but most people despised him.
So it was actually
a compliment.
Why was he despised?
Everyone despises success
if it's not their own.
He got rich selling weapons
to drug cartels
and sex traffickers.
You didn't know that?
I know the places he took me
and the gifts he bought me.
I know I make plenty
of money on my own,
but getting courted
by a mysterious man?
It's always a fun ride.
Well, it says here you were
Blanchard's real estate agent.
Yeah, met him
about a month ago.
He was looking
for office space.
He ever mention his work?
Project he was working on?
Deal he was looking to close?
No.
Tom never talked about his work.
But you're not sad.
I guess I'm more...
chilled.
Tom coveted that office
and then he died there.
He was a classic
pain-in-the-ass client.
The only lease
he'd even consider
was that exact spot.
Wyatt Tower?
No, even more specific
than that.
He had to have an office on
the 19th floor of Wyatt Tower.
The only other business
on the 19th floor of Wyatt Tower
is Gamma Grade Pharmaceuticals.
They maintain a storage lab
right next
to Blanchard's office.
Now, why would
a La Perla-buying arms dealer
move right next door?
Let me call Callen and Sam.
Satellite signal unavailable.
The customer
you are trying to reach
is out of service range.
Satellite signal unavailable.
Great.
Damn.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Come on.
Damn it.
Yeah, that's a terrible idea,
let's do that.
Come on.
Come on.
Check that one.
Yeah.
Son of a bitch.
All right.
Come on, baby.
Come on, technology.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Bastard's got to weigh
270 pounds.
I was thinking
more 280.
You got sharp
eyes there, Don.
Put in 18 years
at the Detroit PD.
Moved to L.A.
for the weather.
This happened
on my watch.
This isn't your fault.
These guys are
professionals.
You are, too,
I reckon.
You're too squared away
to be LAPD,
so I figure
some kind of Fed.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Listen, I understand
you can't tell me.
Just know that
I'm here to help.
Anything else those sharp eyes
see that I should know about?
Yeah, big man
limps slightly.
Probably an old
football injury.
Blew out his right knee,
never healed properly.
Thank you.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
The rest of the floor's clear.
Don't know where else
they could be.
What the hell?
Thought we jammed
all the phones.
Check that out.
It's a timer.
It's not an incoming call.
This one's
still alive.
Who are you?
This wasn't what we thought.
What was "this" supposed to be?
Corporate hostages,
corporate ransom.
Get in, get out.
What about Blanchard?
They didn't tell us.
This wasn't what was
supposed to happen.
Northern Irish.
It's an Ulster brogue.
Damn it, there's
barely a signal. Eric?
Sam.
Signal's cutting out.
Eric?!
I've got new Intel.
Gamma Grade Pharmaceutical...
19th floor storage lab...
Blanchard's been targeting it
all along.
Roger. I'm gonna try to upload
a pic for facial rec now.
Let's go.
Whew.
Oh, my God.
Deeks?
Nell?!
Nell... hear me...
Deeks, is that you?
Can you hear me now?!
Yeah, roger that,
we can hear you.
Hey, I'm uploading some pics.
I need you to, uh... oh, my God.
I need you to walk me
through a disarm.
We got some explosive wire.
I'm on it.
Check it.
Son of a... okay.
You hear the traffic?
Someone shot out a window here.
I need backup on 21.
We're losing too many men.
Forget this.
We got to move.
Only one of us needs
to get out of here alive.
You remember that.
Sir...
Don't nag me
about the bloody accent.
It's a little late for that now.
Tool's almost rebooted.
We can get back to work
in a few minutes.
Right.
Let's go.
Oh, nice work, Nell.
Clear.
Clear.
This is a serious piece
of hardware.
Looks like someone tried
to bypass the biometrics
with brute force.
It was working.
They're just waiting
for the diamond drill bit
to cool down so they can
come back and finish the job.
I saw this type of glass years
ago at a basement in Langley.
It's a palladium
micro-alloy.
Chemically-sealed
metallic glass.
It's a dead end, G.
Thanks for saving
my life, Jimmy.
Name's not Jimmy.
It's Callen.
Is that a first
or last name?
It's a long story.
Why are you here, Karen?
I work here.
Not during a hostage crisis.
Why'd you risk your life
to come back?
I know why they
seized the tower.
From the moment it happened, I
knew it could only be one thing.
When they caught me sneaking
out, I wasn't trying to escape.
I was trying to
make it back here.
We're federal agents,
we need to know what's here.
It was supposed
to be a vaccine.
I helped create it.
I'll die before I
let anyone take it.
Gamma Grade was
developing a vaccine,
then there was an accident
along the way.
Instead, they got a virus.
I wish it was
only a virus.
It's a bioweapon.
Dr. Ward's story checks out.
Gamma Grade
Pharmaceuticals reported
that their vaccine
research went wrong.
Project's in-house
name was "SPIRAL."
They were scheduled to
deliver all 25 vials of SPIRAL
to the CDC
tomorrow morning.
The heist had
to go down today.
Blanchard had sources.
By the time the news about
SPIRAL reached the CDC,
could have been a dozen leaks.
Well, thanks
to the photo you sent us,
we have a pretty good idea
of who he was working with.
Name is Liam Boyle.
He's suspected
of two unsolved murders
on behalf of the Celtic Militia.
They're a fringe sect
that broke off from the
Irish Republican Army in 2011.
Why'd they split?
The IRA deemed the Celts
"too radical."
So Blanchard had
a buyer for SPIRAL,
but then they turned on him.
Cut out the middleman,
went for the heist instead.
Threw up a jihadist smoke screen
to cover their tracks.
We can't allow SPIRAL
to leave that lab, gentlemen.
How bad is it?
Think Ebola
on steroids.
Be more specific.
After exposure, it's fatal
within 72 hours.
But unlike Ebola,
SPIRAL's an airborne contagion.
It can be passed on
like the common cold.
Any word from Kensi and Deeks?
They're gonna make a play
at disarming the explosives
threatening the tower.
Well, we did send Deeks
to that EOD course
at Quantico last month.
How'd he do?
You failed that EOD test
at Quantico last month.
That was just practice.
Deeks doesn't even show up
until game day.
I got this.
Just make sure Bane's
looking the other direction.
Oh, really?
And who has your back
while I'm doing that?
His buddies could show up
through the door any minute now.
I can help.
You can help? Who are you?
I'm head of security.
I know everyone
in this room.
I owe them this much.
I just need, like, 90 seconds.
I'll cover the door.
Get back!
Everyone, back!
Get back!
Oh, my chest.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God, I need some air.
Don?!
Don!
Oh, my God.
Don't! Stop right there!
Sit down!
Sit down!
My chest.
I think he's having
a heart attack.
He needs help.
No one moves!
Or I'll blow
this place up!
Do something, please!
All right--
red, yellow, black, right?
Is it yellow, red, black?
What are you just standing
there for? He's dying!
Can you just
do something?!
Yellow, red, black. Yellow, red,
black. Yellow, red, black.
Son of a bitch.
Trust your training.
Come on, baby.
Oh, thank God.
Get back in there
with the others!
I was briefed
on the plane.
Good, because I need
to make a call...
I disagree.
You didn't even
let me finish.
You need to call
SECNAV, right?
And tell her
about SPIRAL.
Then SECNAV will call
the White House,
and they'll
scramble F-35s
to incinerate that virus
with Hellfire missiles.
There is a bioweapon
inside that tower.
Neutralizing SPIRAL means
sacrificing everyone in there.
I know.
Then, what do you disagree with?
It's my team
in the tower, Owen.
And if anyone
is going to make
that phone call,
I am.
How long would it take you to
get rid of every vial of SPIRAL?
Uh, longer than you think.
It's not like tossing out
the trash.
Move it now!
They're coming.
Don't bother.
Another five minutes
of drilling,
they'll be inside anyway.
You want to leave it open?
Destroy as many vials as
you can.
We'll take care of the rest.
That's enough!
Back to the other room now,
you heard me!
Explosion chain defused.
Get out of the way!
Okay, sir, please don't kill me. Sir.
Quit whining, old man!
Please.
Let's make sure
that suicide vest
doesn't take out
the whole floor.
Crush Crew on deck?
Mm-hmm.
Rock and roll.
One, two, three.
Hey!
Was that Crom?
Focus on SPIRAL.
Wait.
The door's already open.
Call it in before an F-35 drops
a bomb on our heads.
Sam?
Sam, we've been trying
to reach you.
I've got some new Intel...
SPIRAL is secure.
I say again,
SPIRAL is secure.
We're good.
I'll tell Hetty and Granger.
Phew.
For a moment there, I thought
you guys were going to, uh...
What's the other Intel?
Um, yeah.
Dr. Karen Ward.
She's worked at Gamma Grade
for the past two months.
Uh, facial rec
on her Wyatt ID card
shows a near match
to a woman arrested
at a Celtic Militia protest
in Ulster four years ago.
Sam? Sam?
: Looks like your partner's
figured some things out, Jimmy.
Put the case down,
or there's gonna be
three dead bodies in here.
Good lads.
But expendable.
Shoot me,
and SPIRAL kills everybody
in this building.
They weren't even
told about my role.
Never knew their real mission
was buying me
enough time to get out.
G.
G?
We're all expendable.
Just some of us are
more expendable than others.
Sorry, Jimmy.
Finish it.
You all right?
You okay?
Yeah, I survived.
You just saved everybody here.
You know that, right?
What I know is that...
whatever agency you work for
owes me free drinks for life.
Yeah, well,
the first round's on me.
Let's get you
against the wall.
- Thank you.
- Everyone's doing okay?
So, I shut off
the jamming systems.
Communications are back online,
and, uh, LAPD is pulling up now.
Nice work.
Sam?
Kens, I need a CDC unit for
Callen on the 19th floor now.
Nobody leaves this tower.
I want the ground floor
locked off.
LAPD is on it. Where are you?
The roof.
Drop the case!
He didn't even
think twice
about locking
himself inside.
You'd have done the same thing.
All of you.
I didn't think
it would end like this.
I've seen the end, Mr. Hanna.
This is not the end.
You can see quite
an improvement just in the last two days.
Right here,
if you look on the chart.
Where are we?
Excuse me.
Druid Hills, Georgia.
CDC headquarters.
How...?
Blanchard told the Celtic
Militia about SPIRAL.
He didn't tell them
Gamma Grade Pharmaceuticals
already had an antidote.
Can't sell a bioweapon
with a cure.
He tried to
double-cross them,
but Karen's people
crossed him first.
Everyone okay?
Yeah.
The last thing I remember
seeing back there was Hetty.
And now...
I wake up and... here you are.
All those things I thought
I regretted, you know...
your singing in the car,
pretending to like Michelle's
Sunday night casserole.
I can sing, G.
Don't make me prove it.
I will fill the CDC halls
with the sound of music.
I regret giving up on believing
that I might meet
my dad someday.
You still got time.
Life's too short to regret.
Thanks, Sam.
For what?
For making sure I didn't wake up
in Druid Hills, Georgia alone.
That's what family's for.
Also for not following through
on your threat
to fill these halls
with the sound of your voice.
Don't thank me for that
because I'm warmed up, baby.
No.
Yeah, yeah, I'm so warmed up
right now.
No.
♪ I...
Om...
There it is.
That's right.
That's it.
What?
I'm feeling it.
Feeling what?
Zen, baby,
and I like it.
You're disgusting.
What?
Why do you have to bring
sex into everything?
I don't know what you're
talking about with sex.
I'm talking about Zen.
I'm talking about being one
with the universe here.
"Zen," he says. Zen?
I think I know a metaphor
when I hear one.
Oh, you'll know my metaphor
when I whip it out.
And there it is again.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Hi.
This is not
what it looks like.
What does this
even look like?
You know exactly
what this is.
Kensi loves whipping
out her metaphor.
Okay. Well...
good news is, Callen is going
to make a full recovery
and he should be home soon.
That's wonderful. That's great news.
That's awesome.
Hey, have you ever
tried group Zen?
I'm sorry, what?
I love group Zen.
Do you?
Shall we?
We shall.
This might get sweaty
with multiple partners.
Please stop saying things
that I can't un-see.
That's a weird way to start it.
Oh, yeah, I'm in the mood.
I'm totally feeling it.
How you feeling, Kens?
I hate you a lot.
Yeah, but it's opposite day
so you love me.
Om...
Om...
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
Deadline was 24 hours ago.
Why am I still picking
Ethernet cables out of my ass?
We're working fast as we can
on a Saturday, Mr. Blanchard.
But we gotta work safe, too.
It's...
Making money
has never been safe.
Remember that,
and someday
you'll be the one
giving orders to peons.
Right behind you, sir.
Ahead of schedule today, Jimmy.
Well, you said you like your
mail early, Mr. Blanchard,
so I figured
I'd start my...
my route on this floor
every day.
You ever get sick
of slinging letters,
you let me know.
Guys, move it up on
this side. Come on.
On this side?
Yeah. It's not
even, guys.
Is this the color
we talked about?
No, you know what?
It's the one we were given.
I can't do anything...
Guys, it's not even straight.
Up on the left.
Yeah, up on the...
Dude's a regular Dale Carnegie.
Did Carnegie win friends
and influence people
by selling weapons
to the Molina Cartel?
Blanchard's ready to promote you
from the mailroom
after two weeks
of undercover work.
Maybe you should
write a book, G.
7 Highly Effective Habits
of Arms Dealers.
No, Think and Grow Rich
by Supplying
Mass Murderers with Guns.
What do you
weigh, Jimmy?
170 pounds?
Maybe a buck-80?
Mr. Blanchard, I-I was...
It'd take
1.9 seconds
for your body to
hit the pavement
after being thrown
from the 19th floor
of a tower...
just like
this one.
You got this, G?
What?
Down on the ground!
Sit down!
What the hell is this?
Get over
here!
This is me
giving orders to peons.
Hands up, big shot.
Hands up! Put 'em
where I can see 'em!
Easy, easy!
Don't shoot!
Shut up and move!
Keep going,
keep going, move!
Move, move!
Shut up!
Let's go!
Move, move!
Please. Oh, God, please
don't shoot me.
Okay? I'm sorry.
I said shut up!
All right? I'm sorry...
Everybody,
on in the back, now!
Negotiating's
a bad idea.
You don't negotiate like me.
Get off me.
Get back now!
Hey, buddy.
I don't think you
know who I am.
We can cut a deal.
Aah!
You think that we can be bought?
This is our currency.
♪ NCIS: LA 6x12 ♪
Spiral
Original Air Date on January 5, 2015
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
Morning.
What's up, partner?
What are you wearing?
No training today?
I can't hold
up the...
...Crush Crew all by myself.
Crush Crew...
is in session.
Yeah, but just to clarify,
you're not really
crushing anything.
I'm meditating.
Ha!
You mean you're
sleeping.
Doctor's orders, actually.
I've got
adrenal fatigue.
My body produces too much
adrenaline and then runs out.
Yeah, but the Crush Crew lives
on adrenaline, because we...
Oh, I see what you're saying.
Fighting
bad guys,
getting in car chases and
shootouts every single week...
I just have
to find
a less stressful way
of solving my problems.
Om...
Yeah, like training to crush
bad guys with your mind?
Aah!
Ow, yah, God...
All right, that's a human
resources violation.
I'm gonna fill out some forms,
there's gonna be consequences.
You were in my energy sphere.
Ah, God, I love
your metaphors so much.
It was an allegory, actually.
Granger wants you both
in Ops now.
It's Callen.
This just went online.
This is our currency.
We demand 100 freedom fighters
be released from Guantanamo Bay
or we shoot a hostage
every hour.
Unless you want to learn
the true meaning of jihad,
don't attempt any rescue.
The State Department
received a list
of the so-called
"freedom fighters."
It's an all-star team
of the most deadly terrorists
in U.S. custody.
Run that back, Eric.
First casualty
look familiar?
Yeah, that's Tom Blanchard,
the arms dealer
Callen's investigating.
That was supposed
to be a routine op, though.
This "routine op" just turned
into a hostage crisis.
Sam checked in
from a pay phone.
I just confirmed
that all comms inside the tower
have gone dark.
Looks like they set
up a jamming device.
A tower that big,
we're probably looking
at 15, 20 guys. Maybe more.
All right, the terrorists
didn't ID themselves.
Most radicals would milk
the exposure for all it's worth.
It's an anomaly.
This is a huge play
none of the cells on our radar
would be able to pull off.
So, suddenly, Callen's
investigation becomes Die Hard
and the person
he's targeting
becomes the first
hostage killed?
I mean, either Blanchard knew
these guys from before
or that is
a stunning coincidence.
Blanchard sold
weapons to half
the jihadists on the planet.
I'm sifting through
his known associates,
but it's gonna take some time.
Please tell me Callen is armed.
That's a negative.
Uh, Wyatt Tower's
no Fort Knox,
but they still have
metal detectors in the lobby.
Manned by a rent-a-cop
who didn't have the wherewithal
to look inside the terrorists'
toolbox when they came to work.
Where's LAPD
in all of this?
They're waiting on us.
You and Deeks link up with Sam.
Find a way inside
and locate Callen.
Gather Intel for LAPD's hostage
rescue team before their breach.
We have less than one hour
before they execute
the next victim.
Yippee-ki-yay.
I don't want to die.
Please stop.
- Please, please... Please stop.
- Hey!
Hey, leave
her alone!
Don't.
Mall cop.
You. Sit down.
You okay?
Mm-hmm.
It's my chest.
Left side hurts.
Well, you might have
broken some ribs.
Your lung's intact.
You're gonna be all right.
Well, what a relief.
Mail guy says I'm gonna survive.
I'm Don.
Thanks for looking out.
I need to know if there's
any weapons in this building.
Maybe a supply closet
in the security office?
Who the hell are you?
I'm Jimmy the mail guy.
Management made this
a "gun-free zone."
We can't carry firearms
on the job.
I'm so sorry, Don.
I'm so sorry.
Oh...
Any shortness of breath?
I'm fine.
Don't get macho
on me, Don.
What's wrong, Karen?
You don't trust
the mail guy's diagnosis?
I took an EMT class
in college, all right?
Dr. Karen Ward.
Pleasure's all mine, Jimmy.
Ow.
Have I met you?
No.
You were too busy
kissing Blanchard's ass
to notice any other tenants
on the 19th floor.
You're gonna be okay.
Just hold on.
Can I talk to you?
Let me look at you.
Are you okay?
Don's not gonna be fine.
I can't do anything
about his internal bleeding.
I thought I'd keep
his spirits up.
Got anything to keep
my spirits up?
This isn't as bad
as it looks.
Being taken hostage
by Islamic radicals
is my definition of bad.
Yeah, well,
real radicals
don't hang half their
propaganda posters upside down.
Nice meeting
you, Dr. Ward.
Only other entrances
are sealed.
This one leads to
a traffic cam blind spot.
That's ideal
for a getaway.
They got two guards
posted at the door.
Satellite phone. Should work.
Sat phones... it's hard for them
to get a signal inside.
All right, so we
dig up some Intel,
and dangle me out the window.
I'll call it in.
Good luck with that.
Let's move.
You got your adrenaline
pumping yet?
A little more
than that.
Service entrance
is clear.
Guys, we got a problem.
What'd you find?
It's a detonator switch.
What?
Det cord,
a lot of it.
Kensi?
Call off
NCIS,
FBI, LAPD, all the units
in the city.
Call off all
rescue attempts.
This building's been
wired to explode.
Hetty cut
her lunch meeting short.
She'll be here soon enough.
Where was lunch?
Nicaragua.
Bring me up to speed.
Well, Sam says
the tower support beams
have been rigged
with explosives.
Geez.
Yeah.
Tactical breach could cause
the hostage takers to panic,
bring down the whole building.
Even though
it's a Saturday, there's still
approximately 100 people inside.
And that's not
factoring in possible casualties
outside the tower
if it collapses.
Restrict LAPD to evacuating
the neighborhood.
Sir, who's gonna
back up our team?
No one, Ms. Jones.
Defused bomb's
in the loading dock.
Rest could be anywhere
in the tower.
All right,
so LAPD is standing down
until we give them
the go-ahead to move in.
Team Two missed
their check-in. Find them.
I'm with the hostages on 16.
16th floor
is unleased office space.
The cameras
have been disabled,
elevators, too.
It's gonna slow down any attempt
of a hostage escape.
Yeah, but the flip side
of that
is 23 floors is
a lot of stairways to cover.
It means the guard duty
is gonna be spread thin.
Infiltrate the hostage group.
Figure out what
we're working with.
Avoid the east stairs.
They're closest
to that service entrance.
On it.
Sam, where you headed?
To find Callen.
How do you know
he's not with the hostages?
Because wolves never linger
around sheep for long.
Let's go.
You think they're serious
about executing a hostage
once every hour?
They seem serious to me.
Where the hell have you been?
Two men down
at the east service entrance.
Flex-cuffed,
stripped of their radios
and detonators.
We've got company.
Time to improvise.
Come with me. Let's go.
You, too, let's go.
Fresh Intel on Blanchard.
Looks like
credit card records
over the past two weeks
turned up some hits
we didn't get
in our initial profile.
Great.
I was just about to update
my blog
on dining and shopping hot spots
for the high-end arms dealer.
Well, here we go.
Tiffany's, Spago,
Beverly Wilshire Hotel,
La Perla.
Either he liked jewelry,
fine dining
and wearing lady's lingerie...
Or Blanchard had a girlfriend.
One who liked $800 panties.
"Panties"?
Yeah, I've heard about La Perla.
Okay, well, they're not $800.
Oh, how do you know that,
Ms. Jones?
How do you think I'd know,
Mr. Beale?
I'm gonna...
mine Blanchard's
phone logs and, um,
see if I can have some agents
bring his girlfriend
to the boatshed for questioning.
You do that.
I'll let Granger know.
Okay.
Tell me you know something.
There's nothing
on the cameras.
Whoever it is, they're good.
Probably a two-
to-four-man group.
Pull our men from 16.
I want teams
grid-searching
this entire building.
Who's gonna watch the hostages?
Send in Crom.
That was all too easy.
There's hardly anybody
watchdogging the hostages.
We got this.
Okay,
that guy might become
a problem.
At least he's not bulletproof.
Uh-oh.
There's enough C-4
in that vest
to vaporize everybody in here.
And that's a dead man switch.
It's connected
to the explosives
lining the walls
and support beams.
Colossus takes his finger
off that button,
and this whole building becomes
a pile of rubble and bodies.
Looks like
he's bulletproof after all.
Anything in the financials?
No. If Blanchard knew,
we'll never find out.
You killed him too fast.
Don't question my orders.
You can be a hostage, too.
All you got to do
is say the word.
I got plenty of bullets.
You, back to work.
Don't touch me!
Stop it!
Please, please, please,
- I can explain.
- Sir.
What is this?
She slipped away
from the others.
We caught her trying
to get away.
No, I wasn't trying to escape.
Listen, just let me explain.
Get that camera running.
Please, there is
something you need to know.
Stop! It was my fault!
Boy, you sure
get around for a mail guy.
I-I convinced her to sneak out
and find a working phone.
It was my idea.
She had nothing to do with this.
It was all my fault.
D-Don't hurt her.
I guess I'll just have
to kill both of you.
Jimmy!
Go, go, go, go!
Two of them got away.
One of them was in charge.
There was a woman.
Karen.
She ran.
She was scared;
can you blame her?
I hope she ran fast.
Well, on the bright side,
I figured out
my New Year's resolution.
I'm never going undercover
as Jimmy the mail guy again.
Jimmy the mail guy went postal.
They're not real jihadists.
They didn't even take the time
to detonate their suicide vests.
They still rigged
the building to blow.
Then we can't call their bluff.
Blanchard's financial records.
He was targeted.
Had something they wanted.
This whole hostage thing
could be one big ruse.
Two shooters in the boardroom.
All teams move in.
I want them dead now.
They're sending in the cavalry.
Then let's go hunting.
Everybody to the 23rd floor.
23rd floor.
Guys, we got to go.
Crom, stay here.
- Go!
- They're getting skittish.
They're moving manpower a lot
faster than they should.
Sam must have found Callen.
Well, the good news is
there's only one terrorist
watching the hostages.
And the bad news is
he's a walking WMD.
There's got to be
a way to disarm the wiring
in the support beams.
I would take a closer look
at the wiring,
upload some pictures to Ops
and see if they got someone
to walk me through the disarm.
Okay, go now, go now.
You gonna wish me luck?
Keep it moving!
Sit your ass down.
♪
Yes, I dated Tom Blanchard.
No, I didn't really like him.
Well, speaking ill of the dead
ain't a great way
to make a first impression,
Ms. Welsley.
I didn't like Tom,
but most people despised him.
So it was actually
a compliment.
Why was he despised?
Everyone despises success
if it's not their own.
He got rich selling weapons
to drug cartels
and sex traffickers.
You didn't know that?
I know the places he took me
and the gifts he bought me.
I know I make plenty
of money on my own,
but getting courted
by a mysterious man?
It's always a fun ride.
Well, it says here you were
Blanchard's real estate agent.
Yeah, met him
about a month ago.
He was looking
for office space.
He ever mention his work?
Project he was working on?
Deal he was looking to close?
No.
Tom never talked about his work.
But you're not sad.
I guess I'm more...
chilled.
Tom coveted that office
and then he died there.
He was a classic
pain-in-the-ass client.
The only lease
he'd even consider
was that exact spot.
Wyatt Tower?
No, even more specific
than that.
He had to have an office on
the 19th floor of Wyatt Tower.
The only other business
on the 19th floor of Wyatt Tower
is Gamma Grade Pharmaceuticals.
They maintain a storage lab
right next
to Blanchard's office.
Now, why would
a La Perla-buying arms dealer
move right next door?
Let me call Callen and Sam.
Satellite signal unavailable.
The customer
you are trying to reach
is out of service range.
Satellite signal unavailable.
Great.
Damn.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Come on.
Damn it.
Yeah, that's a terrible idea,
let's do that.
Come on.
Come on.
Check that one.
Yeah.
Son of a bitch.
All right.
Come on, baby.
Come on, technology.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Bastard's got to weigh
270 pounds.
I was thinking
more 280.
You got sharp
eyes there, Don.
Put in 18 years
at the Detroit PD.
Moved to L.A.
for the weather.
This happened
on my watch.
This isn't your fault.
These guys are
professionals.
You are, too,
I reckon.
You're too squared away
to be LAPD,
so I figure
some kind of Fed.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Listen, I understand
you can't tell me.
Just know that
I'm here to help.
Anything else those sharp eyes
see that I should know about?
Yeah, big man
limps slightly.
Probably an old
football injury.
Blew out his right knee,
never healed properly.
Thank you.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
The rest of the floor's clear.
Don't know where else
they could be.
What the hell?
Thought we jammed
all the phones.
Check that out.
It's a timer.
It's not an incoming call.
This one's
still alive.
Who are you?
This wasn't what we thought.
What was "this" supposed to be?
Corporate hostages,
corporate ransom.
Get in, get out.
What about Blanchard?
They didn't tell us.
This wasn't what was
supposed to happen.
Northern Irish.
It's an Ulster brogue.
Damn it, there's
barely a signal. Eric?
Sam.
Signal's cutting out.
Eric?!
I've got new Intel.
Gamma Grade Pharmaceutical...
19th floor storage lab...
Blanchard's been targeting it
all along.
Roger. I'm gonna try to upload
a pic for facial rec now.
Let's go.
Whew.
Oh, my God.
Deeks?
Nell?!
Nell... hear me...
Deeks, is that you?
Can you hear me now?!
Yeah, roger that,
we can hear you.
Hey, I'm uploading some pics.
I need you to, uh... oh, my God.
I need you to walk me
through a disarm.
We got some explosive wire.
I'm on it.
Check it.
Son of a... okay.
You hear the traffic?
Someone shot out a window here.
I need backup on 21.
We're losing too many men.
Forget this.
We got to move.
Only one of us needs
to get out of here alive.
You remember that.
Sir...
Don't nag me
about the bloody accent.
It's a little late for that now.
Tool's almost rebooted.
We can get back to work
in a few minutes.
Right.
Let's go.
Oh, nice work, Nell.
Clear.
Clear.
This is a serious piece
of hardware.
Looks like someone tried
to bypass the biometrics
with brute force.
It was working.
They're just waiting
for the diamond drill bit
to cool down so they can
come back and finish the job.
I saw this type of glass years
ago at a basement in Langley.
It's a palladium
micro-alloy.
Chemically-sealed
metallic glass.
It's a dead end, G.
Thanks for saving
my life, Jimmy.
Name's not Jimmy.
It's Callen.
Is that a first
or last name?
It's a long story.
Why are you here, Karen?
I work here.
Not during a hostage crisis.
Why'd you risk your life
to come back?
I know why they
seized the tower.
From the moment it happened, I
knew it could only be one thing.
When they caught me sneaking
out, I wasn't trying to escape.
I was trying to
make it back here.
We're federal agents,
we need to know what's here.
It was supposed
to be a vaccine.
I helped create it.
I'll die before I
let anyone take it.
Gamma Grade was
developing a vaccine,
then there was an accident
along the way.
Instead, they got a virus.
I wish it was
only a virus.
It's a bioweapon.
Dr. Ward's story checks out.
Gamma Grade
Pharmaceuticals reported
that their vaccine
research went wrong.
Project's in-house
name was "SPIRAL."
They were scheduled to
deliver all 25 vials of SPIRAL
to the CDC
tomorrow morning.
The heist had
to go down today.
Blanchard had sources.
By the time the news about
SPIRAL reached the CDC,
could have been a dozen leaks.
Well, thanks
to the photo you sent us,
we have a pretty good idea
of who he was working with.
Name is Liam Boyle.
He's suspected
of two unsolved murders
on behalf of the Celtic Militia.
They're a fringe sect
that broke off from the
Irish Republican Army in 2011.
Why'd they split?
The IRA deemed the Celts
"too radical."
So Blanchard had
a buyer for SPIRAL,
but then they turned on him.
Cut out the middleman,
went for the heist instead.
Threw up a jihadist smoke screen
to cover their tracks.
We can't allow SPIRAL
to leave that lab, gentlemen.
How bad is it?
Think Ebola
on steroids.
Be more specific.
After exposure, it's fatal
within 72 hours.
But unlike Ebola,
SPIRAL's an airborne contagion.
It can be passed on
like the common cold.
Any word from Kensi and Deeks?
They're gonna make a play
at disarming the explosives
threatening the tower.
Well, we did send Deeks
to that EOD course
at Quantico last month.
How'd he do?
You failed that EOD test
at Quantico last month.
That was just practice.
Deeks doesn't even show up
until game day.
I got this.
Just make sure Bane's
looking the other direction.
Oh, really?
And who has your back
while I'm doing that?
His buddies could show up
through the door any minute now.
I can help.
You can help? Who are you?
I'm head of security.
I know everyone
in this room.
I owe them this much.
I just need, like, 90 seconds.
I'll cover the door.
Get back!
Everyone, back!
Get back!
Oh, my chest.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God, I need some air.
Don?!
Don!
Oh, my God.
Don't! Stop right there!
Sit down!
Sit down!
My chest.
I think he's having
a heart attack.
He needs help.
No one moves!
Or I'll blow
this place up!
Do something, please!
All right--
red, yellow, black, right?
Is it yellow, red, black?
What are you just standing
there for? He's dying!
Can you just
do something?!
Yellow, red, black. Yellow, red,
black. Yellow, red, black.
Son of a bitch.
Trust your training.
Come on, baby.
Oh, thank God.
Get back in there
with the others!
I was briefed
on the plane.
Good, because I need
to make a call...
I disagree.
You didn't even
let me finish.
You need to call
SECNAV, right?
And tell her
about SPIRAL.
Then SECNAV will call
the White House,
and they'll
scramble F-35s
to incinerate that virus
with Hellfire missiles.
There is a bioweapon
inside that tower.
Neutralizing SPIRAL means
sacrificing everyone in there.
I know.
Then, what do you disagree with?
It's my team
in the tower, Owen.
And if anyone
is going to make
that phone call,
I am.
How long would it take you to
get rid of every vial of SPIRAL?
Uh, longer than you think.
It's not like tossing out
the trash.
Move it now!
They're coming.
Don't bother.
Another five minutes
of drilling,
they'll be inside anyway.
You want to leave it open?
Destroy as many vials as
you can.
We'll take care of the rest.
That's enough!
Back to the other room now,
you heard me!
Explosion chain defused.
Get out of the way!
Okay, sir, please don't kill me. Sir.
Quit whining, old man!
Please.
Let's make sure
that suicide vest
doesn't take out
the whole floor.
Crush Crew on deck?
Mm-hmm.
Rock and roll.
One, two, three.
Hey!
Was that Crom?
Focus on SPIRAL.
Wait.
The door's already open.
Call it in before an F-35 drops
a bomb on our heads.
Sam?
Sam, we've been trying
to reach you.
I've got some new Intel...
SPIRAL is secure.
I say again,
SPIRAL is secure.
We're good.
I'll tell Hetty and Granger.
Phew.
For a moment there, I thought
you guys were going to, uh...
What's the other Intel?
Um, yeah.
Dr. Karen Ward.
She's worked at Gamma Grade
for the past two months.
Uh, facial rec
on her Wyatt ID card
shows a near match
to a woman arrested
at a Celtic Militia protest
in Ulster four years ago.
Sam? Sam?
: Looks like your partner's
figured some things out, Jimmy.
Put the case down,
or there's gonna be
three dead bodies in here.
Good lads.
But expendable.
Shoot me,
and SPIRAL kills everybody
in this building.
They weren't even
told about my role.
Never knew their real mission
was buying me
enough time to get out.
G.
G?
We're all expendable.
Just some of us are
more expendable than others.
Sorry, Jimmy.
Finish it.
You all right?
You okay?
Yeah, I survived.
You just saved everybody here.
You know that, right?
What I know is that...
whatever agency you work for
owes me free drinks for life.
Yeah, well,
the first round's on me.
Let's get you
against the wall.
- Thank you.
- Everyone's doing okay?
So, I shut off
the jamming systems.
Communications are back online,
and, uh, LAPD is pulling up now.
Nice work.
Sam?
Kens, I need a CDC unit for
Callen on the 19th floor now.
Nobody leaves this tower.
I want the ground floor
locked off.
LAPD is on it. Where are you?
The roof.
Drop the case!
He didn't even
think twice
about locking
himself inside.
You'd have done the same thing.
All of you.
I didn't think
it would end like this.
I've seen the end, Mr. Hanna.
This is not the end.
You can see quite
an improvement just in the last two days.
Right here,
if you look on the chart.
Where are we?
Excuse me.
Druid Hills, Georgia.
CDC headquarters.
How...?
Blanchard told the Celtic
Militia about SPIRAL.
He didn't tell them
Gamma Grade Pharmaceuticals
already had an antidote.
Can't sell a bioweapon
with a cure.
He tried to
double-cross them,
but Karen's people
crossed him first.
Everyone okay?
Yeah.
The last thing I remember
seeing back there was Hetty.
And now...
I wake up and... here you are.
All those things I thought
I regretted, you know...
your singing in the car,
pretending to like Michelle's
Sunday night casserole.
I can sing, G.
Don't make me prove it.
I will fill the CDC halls
with the sound of music.
I regret giving up on believing
that I might meet
my dad someday.
You still got time.
Life's too short to regret.
Thanks, Sam.
For what?
For making sure I didn't wake up
in Druid Hills, Georgia alone.
That's what family's for.
Also for not following through
on your threat
to fill these halls
with the sound of your voice.
Don't thank me for that
because I'm warmed up, baby.
No.
Yeah, yeah, I'm so warmed up
right now.
No.
♪ I...
Om...
There it is.
That's right.
That's it.
What?
I'm feeling it.
Feeling what?
Zen, baby,
and I like it.
You're disgusting.
What?
Why do you have to bring
sex into everything?
I don't know what you're
talking about with sex.
I'm talking about Zen.
I'm talking about being one
with the universe here.
"Zen," he says. Zen?
I think I know a metaphor
when I hear one.
Oh, you'll know my metaphor
when I whip it out.
And there it is again.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Hi.
This is not
what it looks like.
What does this
even look like?
You know exactly
what this is.
Kensi loves whipping
out her metaphor.
Okay. Well...
good news is, Callen is going
to make a full recovery
and he should be home soon.
That's wonderful. That's great news.
That's awesome.
Hey, have you ever
tried group Zen?
I'm sorry, what?
I love group Zen.
Do you?
Shall we?
We shall.
This might get sweaty
with multiple partners.
Please stop saying things
that I can't un-see.
That's a weird way to start it.
Oh, yeah, I'm in the mood.
I'm totally feeling it.
How you feeling, Kens?
I hate you a lot.
Yeah, but it's opposite day
so you love me.
Om...
Om...
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