NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 6, Episode 16 - Expiration Date - full transcript

Who are you?
Jemadar Thapa.

5th Gurkha Rifle Regimen.

Gurkha what? Who?

Commandos recruited from
the mountains of Nepal

at age 14.

They're good
with any blade,

but they made
the kukri famous.

Pentagon says
that Thapa checks out,

which means
he's officially on our side.

The heart needs
discipline.

Without discipline,
there is no honor.



Without honor, we are nothing.

You know what,
you're pretty cool, Thapa.

For a second there,
I forgot that

you chopped off some guy's head
this morning.

There is only one way
to cross a frozen lake.

Take your time.

She will wait for you.

♪ ♪

Headed for a dead end.

Or an ambush.
He works alone.

That's his rep.

And it's a lethal one.

♪ ♪

It's okay, Ella.
You have no idea



how far from okay
we really are right now.

Where is he?

I always hoped we'd meet again.

Ella's coming
with us.

Everyone
has a mission.

Your mission's over, Thapa.

Never tell a Gurkha
his mission is over.

You won't like the response.

You don't know what

he can do with that blade.

Been there, done that.

Ella...

go to the car.

Go wherever
you please, Ella.

I will find you
once I am finished here.

Sniper!

Sam!

Callen, the shooter's not mine.

Go.

Thapa, call an ambulance.
On it!

♪ NCIS: LA 6x16 ♪
Expiration Date
Original Air Date on February 23, 2015

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Good morning.

That tickles.

Morning,

Detective Deeks.

Good morning, Special
Agent Kensi Blye.

Or should I say...

Kay-Kay...

You got to do

this lemon drop shot
with me, Kay.

That's not funny.

It was pretty funny.

I knew that introducing you
to my friends was a mistake.

What are you talking about?
Your friends are great.

No, don't-don't do that.
Don't humor me.

All right, well, in all fairness, they
probably hit their...

great peakness at the age of 15,

but they're still great.
Yep.

Definitely should've waited.
What are you talking about, waited?

The time is now.
Besides, if you like them,

I like them.
You don't even

remember their names.

Kat, Mindy, Mandy,
Tiffany and Tiffany.

How can you forget such
a pantheon of crazy girl names?

I think we're moving too fast.

And it's awesome.

We are around each other
every day.

Mm-hmm.
Totally awesome.

We see each other
every night.

Totally and completely awesome.

Deeks...

this isn't normal.
We're not normal.

Our fondest memories include
Taliban bullet holes

and Hetty Lange, all right?
You're no Bridget Jones,

and I am no...

whatever the male equivalent
to Bridget Jones is.

You hated my best friends.
I didn't hate your best friends.

I just spent four hours
talking about brunch spots,

Love Actually, and-and...
and fantasy engagements

while they wore these
matching T-shirts that said:

"Keep calm and eat cupcakes."
Well, for your information,

I'm also obsessed with
Love Actually, brunch,

and fantasy engagements.
Okay, can we not do this?

Can we not turn this
into Deeks versus Kensi,

Kat, Mindy, Mandy,
Tiffany and Tiffany?

They make me happy.
Wait, do I not

make you happy?
Yes, you make me happy, but it's

a different kind of happy.

Wow.

Ouch.

That came out wrong.

Is this really happening?
Are we just having

our first fight here?

Well, uh...

Kens.

I just need...

Deeks.
Kensi.

How bad is it?

He's in surgery.
Hetty's at the hospital.

That's all I know.
The sniper?

In the wind. This op
was supposed to be routine.

CIA did not want Ella flying
into Dulles-- it's too risky.

They brought her from New Delhi
to Amsterdam to L.A.

She was supposed to stay here
for 24 hours while Sam and I

handled any tails that she may
have picked up along the way.

Okay, so what happened?

He happened.

Who gave him clearance?

Hetty.

India wasn't
about to let her go.

So they sent their best Gurkha.

Thapa's mission was
to bring Ella back home.

No cover, no support.

Totally deniable black op
until Sam stepped

in front of a bullet.

Suddenly India had
to play ball, and fast.

This is a joint task force now.

Are we sure he's on our side?

I trust him.
Yeah, well, his mission

conflicts with ours.
I trust him.

He was as shocked as I was
when Sam went down.

Without Thapa's help,

we may not have made it to
the hospital in the first place.

Are you okay?

Callen?

Thapa.

Good to see you.

Wish it was
under better circumstances.

I feel the same
way, sahib.

How's that blade of yours?

Sharp. How's your partner?

Sharper.

Well, officially,
India is an ally. Unofficially,

we keep eyes on them like
any other country with nukes.

Ella Desai
is an insider,

a scientist who
has more details

about that region's
nuclear program

than spying
could ever tell us.

Six months ago,

she approached the CIA's
office in New Delhi.

She claims that
her boss was

accepting bribes from lobbyists.
Why'd she come to us?

Ella says the guilty parties are too powerful
to prosecute locally.

- She's right.
- She also believes

the men running
India's nuclear arsenal

don't take too kindly
to whistleblowers.

- She's right about that, too.
- Then why are you

dragging her back to India
against her will?

- Orders are orders.
- The Agency offered her

citizenship
and a cushy analyst job

- in exchange for everything she knows.
- Sam and I were

supposed to meet her--
Thapa got there before us.

We chased them
into a warehouse.

Moments later,
Agent Hanna

was bleeding out
on the floor.

Sam spotted the sniper--
he took the bullet, but he

was not the target.

It was either
me or Ella.

Well, every terrorist group wants
what's inside of Ella's head.

Killing Thapa puts them
one step closer.

Whereas killing her

doesn't help anyone
except India.

And all the secrets
she knows

- die with her.
- India ordered me

to bring her back alive.

My mission was very clear.

Missions change.

Sniper could have been a backup plan.
My handlers

would have told me
about a backup plan.

Brother, I think you're giving
your handlers too much credit.

Sniper took a shot
from the fifth floor.

Check it out, start tracking this guy down.
What about Ella?

Defectors always look
too good to be true.

Some are real; the rest are just
double agents assigned to...

keep us chasing our tails
year after year.

Sounds like
you've met one before.

I've been one before.

Hetty wants me

to debrief Ella.

I will join you, Agent Callen.
No.

Your mission
is not Ella anymore.

If that's the case,
why shouldn't I

just board the next plane
back to India?

Because my partner
took a bullet today,

and we need
your help.

Then you have it, sahib.

Let's do it.

Medical team seems
squared away.

You know, Dr. Bates
flew in just for Sam.

I called for help,

and he was on the first chopper
out of Coronado.

How's Michelle holding up?

She's a professional.

The children,
on the other hand,

are another story.

She's explaining it all
to them now.

I don't envy her... that task.

A mother's work is never done.

Michelle is

very strong,

Owen.

Agreed.

But she's not the one
I was talking about.

I think I can see

where the sniper
set up his shot.

I'll check it out before we go in,
all right?

All right.

Listen, you got any, uh,
Gurkha wisdom for me,

'cause Kay-Kay's been fighting
me ever since we woke up.

Fighting since you woke up?
Hold on.

Last time I was here,

you were still trying
to figure out your feelings.

How long since...?

Christmas.
And you've already

moved in together?
No.

Well, I mean, we spend pretty
much every night together,

and, obviously,
every day together.

Are you crazy?
Maybe.

Who moves that fast?

Last time I was here,
I advised you, be patient.

You think we're
moving too fast?

Most new couples do.

Spending every moment
together.

Staging photos
to display their happiness,

introducing them
to friends and family.

It feels real

before it...
it becomes real.

Wow.

You know a lot
about women.

I'm a Gurkha, not a monk.

Yeah. It's definitely on
the fifth floor. Let's go.

Ready to investigate, Kay-Kay.

Oh, no. Mm.

What did he
just call me?

I don't know if his...
Well, I didn't hear it,

'cause there's so much
traffic, and...

There was no traffic.
And the truck came by,

and he honked his...

You think this is a joke?
You think this is funny?

He thinks it's funny,
but he's from Nepal.

You know,
he's got Nepalese humor.

It's very... distinct.

Yeah.

See, I'm laughing,
but I'm not finding this funny.

There.
Yeah, there it is.

It's a loop hole.

Could have used
a diamond cutter.

Shooter's definitely a pro.

Yeah, posting up here gives him
every angle on the warehouse.

Prevents him from having to move
from window to window.

And this column-- lots
of protection from return fire.

Yeah.

Look at that.

Well, that narrows our suspects
down to Einstein, Descartes,

and the guy
from Good Will Hunting.

I mean, wow. Like me

telling Mrs. Powell that never
gonna use algebra in real life.

Ballistic
algorithms.

It's the most advanced
I've ever seen.

Do you recognize it?

I created it.

The only people
in the world

trained to use them...

are Gurkhas.

Is your partner okay?

I want the exact number

of every nuclear warhead
in India's arsenal.

Operational,

decommissioned and under
construction-- every one of 'em.

I already have a handler,

a CIA man named Doug Emmerich.

I'm here, and he's not.

That says something
about the agency's

opinion of you right now.

Scare tactics, Agent Callen?

I think if I wanted
to scare you,

I'd probably have a Gurkha
here right now.

Look, I'm really not trying
to be difficult.

Your partner risked his life

to help me. Please extend
the courtesy of an answer.

Sam Hanna died
on the operating table today.

I'm so sorry, Agent Callen.

So am I.

Agency doesn't like to
get their hands dirty.

They're rethinking
your entire deal.

What does that mean?

Sending you back home,

forgetting this
mess ever happened.

Do you have any idea what
they'll do to me back there?

Look, I'm sorry about your partner, but...
Stop apologizing

and convince me my partner
didn't die for nothing.

We've got two LAPD detectives

stationed
at the warehouse entrance.

They're keeping it sealed off
for us.

Do you have any news on Sam?

They're still operating on him.

Thanks.

How did the shooter know
exactly the place and time

you were gonna
show up with Ella?

It was a designated
extraction point.

My orders were
to bring her there

and rendezvous with an asset

who would help us
cross the border.

Does this asset have a name?

No name,
just an encrypted number.

I called it the moment

I had Ella,
but it had been disconnected.

You were
right, sahib.

Maybe I'd been giving
my handlers far too much credit.

So, why would they set you up?

I told them
that I would not kill Ella.

There was no Plan B.

Maybe they found a Gurkha
more agreeable than me.

And he's still out there.

We must find him.

I can talk to him,
make sure Ella doesn't get hurt.

He'll listen to me.

As much as I'd like to
wrap up today with two Gurkhas

singing "Give Peace A Chance"
over a pitcher of beer,

brother, I don't think
that's gonna happen.

Let's check out that warehouse.

You think she's
the real thing?

No one's the real thing.

Some of us just have
fewer lies to tell.

Sam?

He's still in surgery.

Can I ask
for your opinion, Thapa?

Of course, Kay-Kay.

No. He's on my side.
Go find your own Gurkha.

Okay, so,
you're dating someone,

and, uh, you take him
to meet your best friends,

and they completely
freak out.

Kat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany, and
Tiffany did not freak me out.

Which leaves you wondering

whether they accept all of you,
or just a part of you.

I don't even know what
you're talking about right now.

Maybe it's insecurity, or...

Okay, insecure because
of Love Actually

and my infinity
for cupcakes?

Obviously defensive.

You know what you
sound like right now?

You sound crazy.

Which explains
why he just called me

the one thing that no woman
ever wants to be called.

Crazy.
Exactly.

So, what is your opinion?

Yeah, you know what?
Go ahead, go ahead.

Drop a knowledge bomb on us.

We can handle it.
Tell us the truth.

He is a guru.

Watch and learn.
Go for it.

Gurkhas are like monks.

We don't know much
about relationships.

I'm sorry. What?!

My strength lies in listening.

And there it is.

No.

- That knowledge.
- No.

If more men listened like you...
Oh, man.

...less women would be
labeled "crazy."

Indeed.

Thank you.

To be continued,
Your Holiness.

The information
you requested.

I'd like to speak
to Agent Emmerich.

Agent Emmerich is...

Still at his
office at Langley.

You're damaged goods, Ella.

Nobody wants your stink
to rub off on them.

If I could just speak to him
for a few minutes.

You think he's
gonna take your call?

He's ready to cut you
loose, send you home?

And if that happens, my
partner died for plane fare.

You and I want
the same thing.

Now, give me something
to change Emmerich's mind.

I wrote down what you asked.
I need more.

There is no more.
Don't lie to me!

That's enough, Agent Callen.

I'm not done!
Yes, you are.

It's an order.

Talk to me, Eric.

And Agent named Doug Emmerich
is headed your way.

He wants to finalize Ella's deal

and fly her back to Langley
within the hour.

I feel like I already know him.

Kensi.

Kensi, we got
blood on the door.

Oh, this just happened.

Those cuts are really deep.

The work

of a kukri.

Hey, Kens. What's up?

Eric,

both detectives are down.

I repeat,
both detectives are down.

Send backup immediately!

Roger that, I'm on it.

See that?

We should pull
back, sahib.

That's not an option.

By the time backup shows up,
our guy could be gone.

Ready?

One,

two...

Wait! Wait!

Federal agents!

Well, it's definitely
more than one shooter.

We got to get out
of this choke point.

They knew we were coming.
We must keep moving.

Moving on three.

One, two...

You guys smell that?

- Yeah. Gasoline.
- Oh, you got to be kidding me.

They just funneled us
right into a...

Center of a bomb.

Listen.

They're gone.

No detonation cord.

They're going to set off
the explosion manually,

which means they've left
someone behind.

And one shot,
and we're Kentucky Fried.

All right, so,
where is he?

There's only one place someone
could detonate this bomb

and not kill themselves
in the process.

Open fire

this close to the gas,
and you will do the job for him.

Like a boss.

Let's go.

The rest of the
team cleared out.

I haven't been a Gurkha
for years.

Just another killer for hire
now.

Once brothers,

always brothers.

Even now?

Especially now, my friend.

Ella betrayed India,
but she's not the target.

She never was.

You are.

We cross-referenced the pics
of the dead Gurkhas

against military databases
in India, England, and Nepal.

These Gurkhas were

dishonorably discharged
within the last five years.

Various charges include
assault, theft, and narcotics.

In many ways,
Gurkhas are special.

In others, we are
as human as anyone else.

So what do these Gurkhas do
after they're discharged?

Private military
contracting work.

Hunting

high value targets,
interrogations,

countersurveillance
for VIP clients.

So essentially the same thing
they're doing in the military

but with more money and less oversight.
And now

there's a team of them
running loose in L.A.

Great. Thanks.

Not a problem.
So I get why players in India

want Ella dead. They got
the Intel to find her,

they got resources
to hire ex-Gurkhas.

What I don't understand is why
they would target you instead.

I have been asking myself
the same question, sahib.

My handlers believed
that this mission

would be suicide for anyone else.
Well, they're right.

I mean, you're loyal and lethal.
That's a rare combo.

Which is all the more reason
why they should help you

get back safely.

I have many questions.

I would like
to see how Ella answers them.

I'll call Callen.

I don't approve of how
Agent Callen's handling this,

but he's your best
shot at getting back

in the CIA's good graces.

I told him
what he wanted to know.

So I took a look at your count
of India's nuclear warheads...

It's completely accurate.

In 2008, an American infiltrated
India's nuclear agency,

came back with an exact tally
of their nuclear weapons.

That was a popular rumor
in my office.

Thank you for confirming it.

India was informed
after the fact.

It was a show of good faith
and a friendly reminder

of who really runs things.

What's your point?
Well, according to you,

that tally hasn't changed in seven years.
You're assuming

the number circulated back then
was accurate.

It was accurate.
How can you be

absolutely sure?
Callen brought back

the tally in the first place.

The tally I gave you in 2008
remains accurate today.

You're lying.
India's not

mass-producing nuclear missiles.

Is it that hard to believe
the number stayed flat?

I went
back again

last year.

The number of nuclear warheads
has doubled.

And I'm the one who sent him.

How much
disinformation

have you already fed the CIA?

What the hell is this?

A debriefing,

Agent Emmerich.

I'll debrief my own asset,
thank you very much.

I hope you brought
a polygraph.

Your
partner

just came out of surgery.

He made it.

The CIA
thanks you

for helping our asset
come in safely.

Now go home.

And you're
calling me

a liar?

She's not who she says she is.

Take it up

with the White House.

Don't say I
didn't warn you.

Just heard about Sam.
Yeah, thank God.

It's the first good thing that's
happened today. We needed it.

That's
Ella's CIA contact,

- Doug Emmerich.
- Is he open

to working with us?

Guessing not.
I didn't exactly make

the best first impression.

It's still early,
but that's my pick for

Understatement of the Year.
No case officer wants

to find out that
his newest asset might be fake.

What do you mean?

I don't trust her.

Every once in a while
she'll hand out

some real Intel,
but mostly it'll just be lies.

And
while Langley's

spinning
their wheels,

she's reporting everything
she sees

back to her handlers in India.

My name is
Jemadar Thapa.

Yeah, I know who you are.
I'm aware

you're escorting Ella Desai
back to her new home.

I was wondering

if I could...

have just
a few minutes

with her.

You can trust
him, Emmerich.

Who's gonna guarantee that?

I will.

Why do you look scared?

She's not scared, sahib.

She's surprised

I'm still alive.

Aren't you?

I don't know what you mean.

Why are you really here?

You know why.

Enough of this. Someone
call Agent Emmerich.

Tell me the truth.

Get control of him.
He's under control.

Right, Thapa?

Why was I betrayed?!

Why are Gurkhas trying to kill me?!
Get off me!

Why did my people
lie to me?!

Why am I really here?!

All right, as of
now, this task force

is over.

If Thapa comes
within ten feet

of my asset again, he will spend
the rest of his life

in a black site prison.

We need him for this case.

You don't have a case anymore.

Never heard this
place so quiet.

I think we've all had
enough guns for one day, sahib.

How you holding up?

Thinking of my wife
and children.

My home.

The uncertainty
that waits for me back in India.

Well, you know you always got
a home here, right?

I've been walking
the warrior's path for so long

that home isn't a place anymore.

It is a feeling.

What do you mean?
What do you mean, a feeling?

It is

my wife's smile.

My children's laughter.

The friendship

I never expected.

I built
my home

on these feelings

so I would never have to leave.

So home is not in the heart.

Home... is the heart.

One day,
I won't be a Gurkha anymore.

I will be a feeling.

Now
you'll know

where to find me.

We got to talk
about your handlers.

They hung you
out to dry.

There is something else
a warrior carries

in their heart, sahib.

An expiration date.

Yeah, well, there's nothing we
can do about that though, right?

And yet we spend our lives

trying to do so many things
about it,

when all we really need to be

is ready.

Yeah.

Just heard from
the hospital.

A nurse said Sam's
asking for you.

Then let's make this quick.

The CIA has
confirmed

Ella's deal.
She's America's newest prize.

And I just
got a copy

of Emmerich's initial report
to Langley.

In his words,
"if India sent Thapa

"after Ella,
then she's valuable.

"If she's valuable, then the
terrorists want what she knows.

"Thapa was likely targeted
because of his proximity

"to this agency's

new asset."
Well, now that Ella's safely

in CIA custody, there's no
longer motivation to kill Thapa.

- On paper, it's logical.
- Since when do terrorists

- hire ex-Gurkhas to do their dirty work?
- All this effort

for a woman you never trusted
in the first place.

I have to make a stop
before we go to the hospital.

It was a...

traumatic wound,
but Sam is expected

to make a full recovery.

I can't say
the same

about you

and your relations with the CIA.

Ella's a double agent, Hetty.

Associates of mine
in India's parliament

are also skeptical,

but events seem to
indicate otherwise.

A bullet to Sam's chest,
the lives of two detectives

were only part of the price
to secure her.

The price was high.

But what if that was the plan
from the beginning?

Inserting a spy
inside the CIA

is almost impossible.

Unless that spy appears
to be valuable,

so valuable
that you're willing to ignore

obvious risks.

How would
India

create the appearance
of such value?

Send an elite operative
like Thapa

on a mission
to-to bring back Ella.

Hire another group to kill Thapa

on behalf of some rogue group
that doesn't exist.

The more casualties
that pile up,

the more valuable Ella appears.

Suddenly, she's a hot commodity.

CIA has to have her.

The spy game has more in common
with selling used cars

than any of us would like
to admit.

Unfortunately,
it's just a theory.

It's too little,

it's too late, I have no proof.

Everyone's already
made up their minds.

Changing minds is hard.

A good car salesman

wouldn't even attempt it.

Instead, he changes
the customer's

definition of value.

Welcome back,
Agent Hanna.

How long was I out?

Not long.
You've got company.

Hey.

Please tell me
somebody disinfected Deeks

before they let him in here.

He's not supposed to have

visitors until tomorrow,

but I'll look the other
way for a few minutes.

Thank you, Doctor.

What happened to Ella?

It's a long story.

What's up, Eric?

Doctors wouldn't
let me talk before.

Something I wanted

to tell you.

Tell me what?

Before I got shot,

Ella-- she put a

GPS tracking beacon on him.

Okay.

Just one second.
Guys, we have a problem. Eric,

repeat what you said to me.

LAPD just got a call
from a woman

named Cecilia Ramos.

Her sister never showed up
for work today.

She got worried,
started looking for her.

Where does her sister work?

Maria Ramos was a nurse

at the hospital
you're at right now.

What do you mean "was"?

Police just found her body
in the trunk of her car.

Throat slit,
nurse's uniform missing.

Eric, we need backup now.

Get this building locked down.

What's the situation?

It's bad.

When you say "bad"...
Very bad.

Getting shot

is very bad.

Your cooking is very bad.

Granger after

two drinks is very bad.

I need you
to be more specific, G.

You remember the time
we fought Thapa?

Oh, angry Gurkha rates
very, very bad on the

Hanna scale of bad
people, places and things.

We got six of 'em
coming our way.

No.

Who are you?

What's going on?

Shh.

It's okay.

Deeks!

Got this!

Son of a...

Callen!

Hostile headed your way!

Let her go.
I'll open her throat.

Stick with him.

It's exactly what he wants.

Save that hostage, G.

Do it!

Thapa took a bullet.

What? No.

It's not your expiration date,

Sam.

It's okay. Look at me.

It's-it's just
like last time.

I'm gonna get you fixed up,
we take you home.

I'm already there.

Here, Deeks.

You're gonna stay with me.

You stay with me.

Look for me in smiles, sahib.

You'll see me

waving back at you.

Thapa.

Buddy.

Deeks.
Thapa.

He's gone.

What's Param Vir Chakra?

You must be eager
to lose your job, Agent Callen.

Param Vir Chakra.

I guess I could just
look it up online.

It's India's highest
military honor.

Param Vir Chakra translates

to "Wheel of
the Ultimate Brave."

Wow. Well, they just awarded
it to Thapa posthumously

for extraordinary valor
and self-sacrifice

in defense of
his country.

India's also investigating
a rogue group of spies

for running unauthorized ops
against America.

Extremists that took advantage
of a certain Gurkha's loyalty.

And?

And we know about the
tracker you placed on Thapa.

The CIA is not
bailing you out, so,

if you ever want
to see daylight again...

...you are going to list

every one of their names,

numbers and addresses

before the night's done.

So you can pay them a visit?

How are you holding up?

Yeah, I've been, uh...
I've been better.

Your place or mine?

Um...

you know, I-I was
thinking about that,

and I was thinking
that maybe we should, um...

I don't know.
Maybe we should

take a night off
every now and then.

I'm so glad you said that.

Really?

Then why didn't you just
say it first?

Because we had that stupid first
official fight this morning.

Well, it can't be

our first official fight,

'cause I don't even remember
what it was about.

I remember exactly
what it was about.

Well, I have completely
forgotten it, Kay-Kay.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I was just thinking about
what Thapa told me about smiles.

He said that smiles are, um...

Never mind.

I will, uh...

I'll tell you later.

All right.

So, um,

getting through
our first fight's

a pretty big deal, right?
I'd say

it's pretty huge.
I mean, some would argue

that this would be
a call for celebration.

Huh. But not... not tonight.
Well,

no, not to quote
the Fairy Godmother,

but, technically,
"tonight" ends

when the clock
strikes midnight, so...

Just... just call me
if you want to talk.

What?

Your smile is so perfect.

And there it is.

Good night.

You should go home.

I'm already there.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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