NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 6, Episode 19 - Blaze of Glory - full transcript
When a missile is being tested something happens; the missile changes course and hits a boat in the water. So obviously someone hacked the system. The team tries to find out by who. They talk to the owner of the boat that was hit and he thinks his boat was docked not in the middle of the ocean. He says his son was living on the boat so they go talk to him. He says he has trouble with his roommate whom they learn is part of some cyber network. So they need to draw him out and they need someone youthful so they bring in a student who is going to work at the DOD upon graduating and she proves to be effective.
MAN: The KB-9E delivers the most advanced technology
for engaging both mobile
and stationary enemy targets.
New capabilities include enhanced supersonic speed
and extended antiradar frequency coverage. WOMAN: All missile
test systems active. Sea range is clear.
Telemetry and guidance at 100%.
It's showtime, Admiral.
WOMAN: Launching in five,
four, three,
two, one.
Now, that is one beautiful sight.
(speaking indistinctly)
High-def W.I.A. for B.D.A.
MAN 2: Target acquired. MAN 3: GPS tracking...
(beeping) Missile now approaching...
I have a course deviation anomaly.
Engage backup system.
It's just a hiccup. 90 degrees
off course. Manually intervene
and redirect.
It's unusual.
WOMAN: Sensors detecting
a new destination. Unknown vessel.
What the hell?
Break target lock. The missile's
not in sync with our systems. Abort.
Send destruct code now.
(beeping)
Missile's not accepting
my signal.
It's a civilian cabin cruiser.
ADMIRAL: Good God.
Do something.
(beeping)
Top o' the morning to ya.
You know what I got for ya. I got you a wee gift.
Yeah.
A gift of good luck. (chuckles)
A little late for St. Patrick's Day. Yeah, but it's after the holiday
so everything's 80% off. Including
the green beer?
Yep. A little time shift,
you get much more bang for your buck.
Which is why I celebrate Halloween on November 2,
it's why I celebrate Christmas on December 27.
Valentine's Day?
Don't ask. Twice the flowers,
twice the chocolate,
quarter the price. Did you get any leprechauns?
Oh, I hope not.
You got a thing about leprechauns?
No, I just saw the movie when I was little, and I had nightmares
for a year. SAM: No, the Leprechaun
wasn't so bad. Chucky was much worse.
Okay, well,
I don't understand why they make movies
that traumatize kids like that in the first place.
DEEKS: Actually, according to Bruno Bettelheim,
the, uh, stories that involve
the darkness of abandonment, injury,
and death allow children to grapple
with their own fears in remote and symbolic ways
that lead to emotional growth
and better prepare them for adulthood.
What? Am I
the only student of psychology here?
No, no, no. Thank you, Dr. Phil.
But you must admit
a little evil leprechaun running around,
pretty disturbing, no? ERIC: Aye, gather round.
There's work to be done. C'mere till I tell ya.
Oh, Deeks.
That was an awesome sale.
I rest my case.
Two hours ago, defense contractor ADRD
conducted a guided missile test for the Navy.
The intended destination was this target vessel
off the Channel Islands. It was a perfect launch,
and then the engineers found themselves in quite a pickle.
Engineers in a pickle. That never ends well.
Unfortunately,
they lost control of the missile,
deviated off course.
Oh, man. Was anybody
on board?
One of many unanswered questions.
We're concerned that the missile's guidance system
has been hacked.
And if it has,
we need to find out if other Navy weapon systems
have been compromised.
No time to lose, Mr. Callen.
Find who did this and shut them down.
Got it. DEEKS: I wonder if it's the same crew that hacked
CENTCOM in January. Mm.
Those were only their Twitter and YouTube accounts.
These weapon systems are extremely secure.
CALLEN: Well, the FBI thought that, too,
until their terrorist training scenarios
were hacked last month.
Why don't you find out what mission control has to say.
On it. Got it.
An off-course missile doesn't score a direct hit like that
unless someone wanted to sink that boat.
It's a Coast Guard case.
Let's find out what they drag up from the deep.
(indistinct chatter)
We've got Coast Guard and Navy dive teams in the water.
Any human remains? Not yet.
Let's hope it stays that way.
Cabin cover snaps were in place.
Good indicator that nobody was on board.
What kind of boat? Phillips 32.
Hundreds of them in Southern California.
Any registration number?
So far we've got a five
and a "J." In no particular order.
I'd like to buy a vowel.
Waterproof case.
Wow.
That is not what you expect to find
on a weekend pleasure craft.
Fentanyl.
It's 100 times more potent than morphine.
48 vials. That's got to have a street value
of 20 grand.
Drug dealers? They do have enemies.
You know any drug dealers that can hack a guided missile?
You're the first to arrive.
FBI and Homeland Security are on their way.
You found evidence that your system was hacked?
We have malicious code embedded in our software.
Did you figure out how they got into your system?
We have state-of-the-art network security
with advanced encryption,
multi-layer perimeter defense, and intrusion detection.
This could have been an inside job. Yeah.
We're putting every single workstation here
under the microscope. You have
any disgruntled employees or workers who were recently fired? No.
This is a good company.
WOMAN: Excuse me. Peter,
we have something.
Last week, Doug got an e-mail inviting him
to a military R & D conference in Oahu.
I-It looked legit.
WOMAN: But the conference doesn't exist.
The e-mail didn't come from the Navy.
I clicked on the agenda, which seemed to be in PDF format.
But actually contained
an executable file that embedded software
on his hard drive.
Software that could steal his username and password?
Yes. Giving them access
to all the weapon systems.
That is the likely possibility.
I wonder who else clicked on that e-mail. Army, Navy,
Air Force, Marines?
Houston, we got a problem.
(indistinct chatter)
G's in the wrong place.
Yeah? Where do you want me? Not you. The letter.
Uh-huh. Should be
before the numbers. Got a "T."
Hmm.
We're still missing two numbers.
Should be good enough for the twins.
(line ringing)
Eric, Nell, do your thing.
Oh, I'm working it.
Searching the DMV right now.
Hey.
Hey. What do you got there?
Eh. A little, uh, snack, in case we're hungry.
Mmm. Just the green ones?
Yeah, left over from St. Patty's Day.
Interesting. Food in Ops.
Hetty know about this?
Got it.
Hey, Callen.
What do you got, Nell?
So, the exploding boat is registered
to one Stanley Maslow, DDS.
DDS? He's a dentist.
(crunching)
We got an address.
Eric, are you eating in Ops?
(gulps) No.
(chuckles)
NELL: He lives in Simi Valley.
You guys can be there in 30 minutes.
I hate the drive to Simi Valley.
I hate dentists.
STANLEY: Hey, you're lucky. I usually play tennis
on my morning off.
Please, have a seat. No, that's-that's fine.
Thank you. So, uh, how can a dentist help the Navy?
Well, it's about your boat.
There was a-a missile test this morning,
and I'm sorry to say that something went wrong
and your boat was hit.
Damaged?
Destroyed.
How is that possible?
And-and what the hell is the Navy doing testing a missile
in Marina del Rey?
Marina del Rey?
Yeah, that's where it's docked.
Do you have any idea what that boat is worth?
I did upgrades.
Dr. Maslow, your boat wasn't at the marina.
It was off the Ventura coastline.
That's impossible.
Oh, my God.
My son's been living on that boat.
He's a-a college student.
Spends school nights down there and comes home on the weekends.
(phone chimes) Oh, thank God. He's okay.
"All-nighter, big project,
crashed on friend's sofa."
Okay. So...
how the hell did my boat get from the marina
to the Ventura coast?
Well, that's something we're gonna have to figure out.
Do you have any enemies, Dr. Maslow?
Not that I know of.
I get along pretty well with everyone.
What about your son? He have any enemies?
My son? (sighs)
Look, Wyatt's a bit of a loner.
He has been since his mother died.
I'm very sorry.
He's thrown himself into his work.
Architecture.
Look, he rubs people the wrong way-- I get that--
but not enough for anyone to want to... kill him.
One other thing,
we found some fentanyl in the wreckage.
I'm a volunteer dentist for the Smile Squadron.
Yeah, we-we cruise
down to Ensenada and give free dental work to the poor.
Fentanyl's used for wisdom teeth extractions,
stuff like that. You left narcotics unattended?
It was locked up in the hold with 20 other boxes of supplies.
And the boat was docked behind a locked gate in the marina.
Least it was
last time I saw it.
Sure hope the Navy's got deep pockets.
Yep. I don't like dentists.
His boat is more important than his son.
That fentanyl story, very sketchy.
Better keep an eye on this guy.
M.T.E.
My thoughts exactly.
I text with my daughter.
Come on.
(chuckles)
(indistinct chatter)
KENSI: There he is. That's our guy.
Deeks. Yeah.
Wyatt Maslow? Detective Deeks,
LAPD. This is Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.
My dad told me
to expect you.
Sorry, I can't shake hands.
Did you make this?
It's stunning.
Quite the master with the X-Acto knife,
huh? You should see what I can do
with a 3-D printer.
When were you last at the marina?
Yesterday morning. Uh, left the boat about 7:00 a.m., I guess.
How did it end up in Ventura? We're gonna review
the security footage.
You know anyone that would want to hurt you? No.
I mean, I don't know.
Maybe. What does that mean,
maybe? Well...
there's this one guy, Josh.
Uh, Joshua Pettiford.
Okay. What's going on with him?
My ex-roommate. Computer science major.
He's the reason I had to move on to my dad's boat.
You two weren't getting along? Total slob.
Up every night till 3:00 a.m.
Snores like a jackhammer.
I tried, but I couldn't.
After months of fighting over everything,
I finally moved out of the dorm.
And for that you think he'd blow up your boat?
The guy's got mad computer skills,
and he's totally unstable.
Computer skills. Okay, like-like what, like hacking?
Day and night.
Where's his dorm room? Yeah, might want
to pick up some hazmat suits first.
CALLEN: Want a slurp?
No, thanks.
Mint is healthy for you.
In Spanish it's called yerba buena,
which is the "good herb."
(chuckles)
You really think there's some real mint in there?
That's all artificial flavoring and coloring.
Blue and yellow F, D and C.
Fresh, Delicious, Curative.
Artificial coloring is made from petroleum, G.
Petroleum. Makes it go down easier.
It also keeps my joints very lubricated.
Your green arteries clogged.
(chuckles)
SAM: Heads up.
(sighs)
New purchase.
No plates.
SAM: Yeah, that's probably not a housekeeper.
Definitely doesn't look like FedEx.
(shutter clicking) SAM: Notary?
Realtor?
Or a drug runner.
CALLEN: Eat up your spinach,
Popeye, we're on the move.
(engine starts)
(siren blares)
Driver, turn the engine off, throw the keys out the window.
Not again.
SAM: What the hell?
Going for the keys!
Now open the door from the outside,
showing me both hands, sir. Passenger, too.
Good, good. Now walk backward slowly as possible, gentlemen.
SAM: We're federal agents.
My badge is in my right back pocket.
And we're both armed.
(Callen sighs)
My apologies,
gentlemen.
Satisfied? We had a rash of burglaries, and you two
have been parked there for over an hour.
We were on a stakeout. Okay, well,
could we offer any assistance?
(scoffs) I think you've done enough already.
(knocking) KENSI: Dr. Pettiford?
(chuckles): Oh. Wow.
Yeah. Wyatt was not exaggerating.
DEEKS: This is bringing back some happy memories.
KENSI: Oh, my gosh, you lived like this in college?
Well, for a second there, I thought I was back in your bedroom.
Oh-ho-ho.
(both chuckling)
Touché.
Got a laptop on the desk.
(whispers): Yeah, let's see here.
(beeping)
Huh. What do you think of that?
Revolutionary War flag?
Well, he's either a well-rounded student of American history,
or he's a card-carrying member of the Tea Party.
What...?
What the hell?
It's a brand-new flash drive.
Oh! Oh... whoa!
Really?
(beeps, buzzes)
Bet he didn't buy that at the app store.
Security cameras in the marina didn't record after midnight.
When they came back on at 6:00 a.m.,
the boat was gone. So the bad guys
are covering their tracks.
What about the software from the defense contractor?
The hack has the trademark of an online group
that call themselves Disavow.
NELL: They're anonymous hackers, but we have a chat room tip
to a possible local member who just so happens to be...
Josh Pettiford.
Exploding thumb drive dude just bought himself a trip to the boatshed.
Have to find him first. No. To nail this guy,
we need to infiltrate his group,
which is always easier said than done.
Well, I wouldn't mind a little undercover...
Forget it, Beale. You're too old.
NELL: Ooh, okay,
so, then, I guess it's my...
Listen, with all due respect,
these are students-- we need some fresh blood.
HETTY: Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like you to meet Blaze Talcott
from Stanford University.
She's an expert in network security.
Hi. So...
just to clarify, you brought a... student here?
GRANGER: Blaze interned
with NCIS Monterey, and she has a job waiting
at Quantico Cyber Division when she graduates.
You're a senior in college? Crazy, right?
HETTY: Just what this mission needs.
I'm sorry, but isn't
this software-controlled material? Her clearance
exceeds yours, Ms. Jones.
All right, then.
Well, let's all get to work.
Hey. I'm, uh,
Tech Operator Eric Beale. I've heard all about you.
ERIC: Oh, yeah?
Oh, cool fingernails.
(chuckles) Something to look at
when you're... writing code all day.
Ah, yeah.
Okay. (clears throat)
Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones.
And you must be Kensi
and Deeks? Yes, we are.
Nice to meet you. Hi. How you doing?
NELL: So, Blaze--
that's some nickname, huh?
Uh, it's not a nickname.
I was conceived at a Bon Jovi concert.
Oh. That explains it.
Been there. ERIC: Great, so let's begin
by brainstorming some techniques
to get Blaze inserted. Uh, sure.
Great. So the hackers will definitely
take over your computer and search through every byte.
We'll prep a laptop with, um...
Hacker code, illegally downloaded songs,
pirated software and porn.
Did you just say porn?
She definitely just said porn.
Got to be legit.
Wow. To be honest,
kind of like this girl.
They'll insist I turn my camera on.
All right, kids...
let's put on a show.
SAM: Thank you, Kaleidoscope.
We got the Mini from Simi Valley, Eric. Thanks.
No problem.
You know what?
I'm, uh...
I'm gonna stay out here in case she comes out.
I'll just wait.
They're not real clowns.
They're just little puppet clowns.
Wonderful. (laughs)
Don't worry.
It has to be dark for them to come to life.
You hope.
(lively orchestral music playing)
¶ ¶
(orchestral music continues)
Could you just not do that?
Could you just not?
(music ends)
All right, good job, everybody. That's it for today.
See you guys next week. Class at 2:00.
Thanks, Alex.
CALLEN: Excuse me, miss?
SAM: Special Agents Hanna,
Callen, NCIS.
And you are?
Malee. Malee Vipada.
That's an interesting puppet. From Thailand.
Like me. I understand you know a Stanley Maslow?
Dentist from Simi Valley.
Uh, I don't really know him.
But you did go to his house today.
Well, his son Wyatt is my boyfriend.
He left blueprints
at my apartment-- I was just dropping them off.
Anything unusual going on in Wyatt's life
these days?
No. I mean...
he's a pretty solid guy.
What about his old roommate,
Josh? Oh, my God,
complete and total freak.
Josh was the T.A. in my CS class.
Computer science?
Yeah. I'm a theater major, but they make us take
Coding for Poets. Josh helped me
with my homework a few times.
What makes him a freak?
A) He never bathed,
and B) he took my phone when I wasn't looking.
Took selfies for me to discover.
He texted himself
and acted like I started it.
Huh, well, maybe that's his way of flirting with you.
Uh, no, thank you.
But, I mean, through Josh, I met Wyatt, so...
it's all good. MAN: Hey, sorry, Malee,
can you help us pack up?
Yeah, uh, got to get back.
Maybe Josh is the jealous type.
So get back
at the competition the only way he knows how.
With a top secret Navy missile.
Beale, love what you've done with the place. Show him the code
for the JPL hack.
It's amazing. After five minutes
of hack chat, Josh took the bait.
They've already moved to a private site.
(beep) BLAZE: Yes!
He loves my zero-day and man-in-the-middle attack.
Way to go, Eric.
Couldn't have done it without you.
DEEKS: Wow.
Am I detecting a sense of chemistry here?
Mm-hmm.
Are you kidding me?
She's like a little sister.
I'm training
a junior agent.
This is the educational process.
Right.
So... you don't think she's hot?
She's not my type.
BLAZE: Guys, he wants my camera on.
Uh, all right, quiet on the set, please.
Really? Always wanted to say that.
Hello there.
Wow. (laughs)
You sure write some killer code. Tip of the iceberg.
Who can I put on the TSA no-fly list for you?
Seriously?
All right... let me ask you a question.
Blaze away.
If an attacker does a scan looking for open TCP ports,
can all of the packets use a spoofed IP address?
Ooh, uh, that's a tricky one.
You know what, why don't you tell him that, um...
BLAZE: No. Any SYN/ACK responses to the TCP SYN segments
go to the spoofed address.
Open TCP ports are not detected.
Okay.
We should meet.
Look out for a text.
Ciao.
Yes, yes,
yes!
BLAZE (squeals): We did it!
DEEKS: Oh.
That's all very educational.
(Eric and Blaze laughing) Oh, yes.
I'm learning a few things, too.
BLAZE: We could have played online.
Well, it's better...
in person.
All right, now, given a random array of numbers,
implement a merge-sort function to arrange in ascending order.
You want me to write code while playing chess? And...
telling me why you don't have
much of an online presence after high school.
I value my privacy. Don't you?
All right, code away, Blaze, I'll handle the chess.
Uh, looks like he's trying a Danish Gambit.
Respond with E-5,
then B-C-4.
Looks like the signal to shut up.
My turn. Who started Disavow?
A guy named Isaac,
but no one really knows his true identity.
He's a bit of a legend.
What happens if I join you?
I mean, it's like climbing Mount Everest.
Okay? I mean, we just do it 'cause
it's there, you know? Not for evil or for money.
Here's your code.
Sorry to bother you guys-- we're in from out of town.
Do you know if there's a... Is there
a bike shop that's close to here? Yeah,
we got a flat and our, uh,
rental shop is a few miles away, so...
You can try the place after the playground.
Oh... Why do you even wear a helmet? Oh, Sorry. I'm sorry.
That hard head of yours could crack the cement.
Honey, I don't think this is the time. Yeah, well, we got a flat
because he insisted on going through the grass
and I said that there would be thorns. There's
obviously glass in the parking lot, 'cause since when
do palm trees have thorns?
The palm stem is scandent
because of the rugged, hooked prickles that could shed.
I minored in botany. You also majored in bother-me.
(chuckles) (Deeks mock-chuckles)
Oh, you're funny. Maybe you should audition
at The Comedy Store while I go shop at Rodeo, huh?
We got to capture all the sights, you know what I mean?
Only two days left in the honeymoon.
Things are going well, I think, so far.
Oh, sorry, can you hand me my, uh,
my pop... soda?
Where's your head? Who did I marry? Really, really? Really?
What did I marry, huh? Really?
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, wow. This is nice.
With two versions-- Python and C++?
Wasn't sure which one you wanted.
Hey, my laptop. Stop!
Come on, Kens. Hey, whoa, whoa.
(chuckles) Deeks, Deeks. Oh!
You're not gonna catch him.
Why did you give us a flat tire? It was our justification
for stopping at the chess park. Well, you should have listened
to me. We could have said bad brakes, loose chain... No, we had
to sell it visually, all right? And he
totally bought it. Why... Are we still in character?
Great.
Go, go!
What else is in
that backpack?
Everything to keep her safe.
Then we have a problem.
So nothing threatening from
Josh to Wyatt? Nothing.
Wyatt asks Josh to clean up the room.
Josh replies in one word. Well, if you're smart,
never put anything in a text that can come back and bite you.
However, between Malee and
Wyatt, a plethora of lovey-dovey emojis.
CALLEN: "Miss u miss u wanna kiss u"? Aw,
young love. (short beep)
Ooh, Just got a message
from the Coast Guard Marina del Rey.
It looks like the Point Dume cameras
got the boat on night vision.
They're currently
working on enhancement. Great,
we'll check it out. Kensi and Deeks have Josh covered? Yes,
the GPS tracker is in place and we were able to clone
the thumbprint using the soda bottle.
Good. And Josh admitted to
Blaze that it was his crew that stole that her backpack.
They went through it with
a fine-tooth comb, and she's in the club.
Keep us posted. MAN: This way.
Here you go. Really? You could have just asked me.
More fun this way.
Yeah. So, uh, Jeremy actually bought the place last August.
How can you afford a house?
Well, a little help from Roller Raccoon, huh?
My gaming app for the smartphone.
Should have called it Cash Cow.
Heyo. Heyo.
(both whooshing)
I went to school with a thousand guys like those two.
Smart? Successful?
Try dorky.
So... I mean, living room's a cool place
to just sort of chill, kick back, write some code or...
you can power up on nutrition or...
Caffeine, got energy drinks. Whoa, whoa,
critically low on chips.
Food run.
Nice ride. Yeah? Borrow it any time you want.
(door closes) Yup. Uh, well, uh, why don't you,
uh, make yourself at home.
You want to play a little Battlefield Hardline?
Oh, I shouldn't.
I don't want to see you cry when I kick your ass.
Yeah, prepare to die.
Okay, the scooter's clear. Cueing the car.
(tires screeching, thump) DEEKS: Aah!
You hear that? Yeah.
KENSI: Are you okay? Don't move. DEEKS: Aah! Oh, God.
KENSI: Don't move, sweetheart. DEEKS: Aah!
Help. Hi, help me.
Ouch. Ow. Should I... Should I call 911?
No, no, no, I got it, just help me get the bike off of him.
Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay. I think I have some internal injuries,
I can't feel my spleen. I can't feel my spleen.
Eric, Eric, are you there?
Read you loud and clear.
I found the defense contractor hack
in Josh's computer. I just sent it.
Got it. Great work.
The cloned thumbprint
opened all the files. Even the locked ones.
Who are you talking to?
No one.
Are you a cop?
No. Are you wearing a wire, huh? Let me see.
Come on, let me see. Let me see it. (grunting) Stop!
Stop it, you're hurting me! Kensi,
Deeks... Move in.
I swear to God, I'll kill you if you're a cop.
Freeze. Federal agents.
Oh, aah, aah!
(coughing)
(Kensi laughs)
Was that necessary?
You guys weren't really in a bike accident, were you?
It turns out my spleen is gonna be fine.
Look, I've never seen this before, okay? I mean,
I didn't write it, I didn't send it,
I don't know how it got on my computer.
We know how much you hate Wyatt. He was
a neat freak. We didn't get along, okay? I don't hate him. But when he
started going out with Malee, you got jealous. Oh,
my God. Look, Malee is a pain in the ass code kitten, all right?
She used to beg me for homework help. He can have her. You left
selfies on her phone. Yeah, she asked me
to take them. So what you're
telling us is you didn't
want a relationship with her?
Why would I waste my time and money with a girlfriend
when the Internet is full of free porn?
That's a valid point.
Hey. DEEKS: Hey.
What are you doing on my laptop? Seriously?
Josh and Isaac, the leader of Disavow,
have been fighting in the back room of their
Dark Web site. How did you get in the back room?
You gave me the password, fool.
Josh wants to use their hacking skills for
a political agenda. No, to
expose government and corporate corruption,
okay? I'm actually making a difference here. Wow, look at
you, Dudley Do-Right.
But Isaac wants to keep it pure.
So, hacking for hacking's sake.
Josh was winning folks over and they were turning against Isaac.
NELL: Guys, something new here.
The code on Josh's computer was planted by Isaac.
You can see it in the coding patterns.
Well, that's interesting.
So it seems that Isaac planted
the software on your computer to frame you.
Oh, really?
Wow. Thanks. Okay, so we done here? Will you guys leave?
And by the way, you're never gonna find Isaac.
You're never gonna find him.
Oh, ye of little faith.
We've unraveled Isaac's encrypted, relayed messages
twice around the world. Turns out Isaac
is a young man we've all heard of.
A young man by the name of...
Wyatt Maslow.
Hello, Isaac.
By the way,
I'm in awe of your talent.
Not too many people can hack a guided missile.
I was never going to do it.
I've never, ever caused any harm with a hack.
It goes against my philosophy.
It's just a hobby.
What happened? Uh,
Josh drive you crazy as a roommate?
Hey, was... was Josh gonna take over
Disavow? No.
Then why?
Malee begged me to do it.
I had to defend her honor. You had to
defend her honor?
They were doing homework...
and Josh gave her a drink.
She got sleepy.
Next thing she knows, he's on top of her,
kissing her, pulling her pants down.
And he would've raped her if she didn't fight back.
Did she file a police report?
She knew they'd just screw up the investigation
and Josh would walk.
She said that her plan was the only sure way
to send him to jail. And you went along with this?
Is Malee your first girlfriend?
You must really be in love.
I would do anything...
for her.
Oh, what a sociopath.
Look, I never touched her, okay?
Why would Malee make up a story like that?
Look, I don't know,
all right? I mean, he's just as crazy as him. It sounds like
we need to spend some quality time with Malee.
(electric whoosh)
Callen and Sam need to hear this.
Go ahead, Eric.
Blaze had some doubts about Malee's heritage and appearance.
Her nose and cheekbones.
So we dug a little deeper.
Turns out her Thai passport is a fake.
Malee's real name is Taman Budiano and she's from Jakarta.
Indonesia.
Her parents were killed by the police there in 2009.
Members of
Jemaah Islamiyah.
The group that bombed the
stock exchange, embassies, hotels.
She tried to steal the military hack off Josh's computer.
Yeah, but it
wasn't there. Which is why she
ditched you and jumped in bed with Wyatt.
Blaze did pretty good.
No, Blaze did great. Where is she?
Isn't she with you?
No. We sent her back to Ops hours ago.
Malee would never do that.
Did you hack any other Navy systems?
Did you? I guess.
Which ones? Lasers, rail guns.
Was she ever alone with your laptop?
Maybe, but there's nothing on it. The...
There's a portable hard drive in a safe in my dad's house.
Did you tell her about it?
Where are we, Eric?
Kaleidoscope and facial rec
firing on all cylinders.
Kensi and Deeks en route to Malee's house.
SAM: What about Blaze?
Comms are dead, not responding to texts.
CALLEN: Where's the safe, Wyatt?
It's in the bedroom down the hall, on the left.
Check the kitchen.
Dad.
Dad?
Sorry,
Wyatt.
Why would...
Oh, my God.
He didn't do anything.
Sam.
(sighs)
With that software...
terrorists could destroy just about anything.
Including the entire Pacific Fleet.
I need an update on Malee's apartment, Mr. Deeks.
DEEKS: The place is empty.
Almost like she moved out.
Her car's missing, too.
Looks like they left in a hurry.
Well, that security camera's been smashed.
See if you can find anything, Eric.
Got the mirror of a motor scooter.
Like the one at the Venice house.
We hear anything from Blaze?
Nothing yet.
I got bad news that's about to get worse.
I got an earwig that's crushed.
And that's definitely one of ours.
They ditched the scooter.
Why would Blaze
go after Malee on her own?
GRANGER: The girl's resourceful,
but that would be way out of line.
KENSI: I've seen Blaze in action.
She could kick Malee's butt.
One-on-one, yes... but in this case she was outnumbered.
MAN: Put your hands up!
Let's just hope that they've taken her as a hostage.
Okay, I've got them
on a traffic camera, First and Beaudry.
That's two blocks from the theater where Malee studies.
CALLEN: We got eyes on the Mini.
Looks like somebody's home.
Malee's got two guys with her.
And one possible hostage.
They didn't have time to complete the data transfer.
How many of these creepy things you think they got in here?
There's got to be hundreds, maybe thousands.
It's a good place to hide a hard drive.
(gunshots)
(gunfire)
(grunts)
(grunts)
Where's Malee?
I'll cover the exit.
Federal agent! Drop your weapons!
We walk or the girl dies.
Okay, okay.
Don't hurt her.
Now!
(grunting)
Cuff him.
Sam.
(handcuffs clicking)
Malee's on the run.
She's headed into Vista Hermosa Park.
We'll try to get eyes on her.
Searching traffic cams and satellites.
Is this a park or a jungle?
We've got to split up.
Hey, watch it.
West trail's clear, Sam.
No sign of her.
Got her.
Crossing the lower field. On it.
Federal agents!
Hey, what?
(gunfire)
Drop your weapon!
I don't have a shot, Sam.
Drop your weapon.
MAN: Please, please.
CALLEN: Let him go.
(whimpering)
Okay, okay.
You're going to patch that back up?
They got a show tonight.
¶ ¶
¶ Another op'nin', another show ¶
¶ In Philly, Boston or Baltimo'e ¶
¶ A chance for stage folks to say "Hello" ¶
¶ Another op'nin' of another show ¶
¶ Another job that you hope that lasts ¶
Why did Hetty want to meet us here?
I don't know. Reward for a job well done?
Eh, maybe she just wanted to torture Sam.
(Sam laughs wryly)
Come with me, everybody.
¶ Four weeks, you rehearse and rehearse ¶
¶ Three weeks, and it couldn't be worse... ¶ Hey, Beale.
Everyone... gather round.
So, I wanted you all to experience
a bit of L.A. history.
You know, when I first saw Mr. Baker perform,
(laughs): I think I was about five years old.
It was at a little girl's birthday party
given at the home of Judy Garland.
You were playmates with Liza Minnelli?
It was quite the soirée.
(laughs)
Tonight, we'll toast with something
wholesome for a change.
Ooh. (exclaiming)
HETTY: Oh, bravo.
Thank you very much. KENSI: Now we're talking.
Nice. And one for you.
And one for you, sir.
And one for Hetty.
No ice cream for you?
Uh, no, I'm just going to go meet Blaze
and some of her friends from SWE.
The Society of Women Engineers.
Nell, it's just coffee.
I'm going to talk to them about careers in CS.
It's like a mentoring thing.
Really?
That's your story?
Yeah.
Okay.
Have fun.
(sighs)
Burning the midnight oil, are we?
Just retrofitted the drone with infrared.
Cool.
Hmm. So...
how was Blaze?
She's ready to move on.
To Quantico, I mean.
Fully trained.
So, you met her friends?
They were busy texting.
I mainly talked to her dad.
He's an electrical engineer.
Blaze thought that he and I...
have a lot in common,
like we could be friends.
Seriously,
that guy's got to be, like, 45 years old.
Hey, I'm sorry.
(laughs softly)
It's all right.
Can I fly that?
(laughs softly)
Go for it.
But be careful.
I'm serious.
You're going to need this.
Yes, ma'am.
Why so many buttons?
Guess you haven't done it
in a while.
5.5 channel requires a new skill set.
So it takes a little time and understanding.
All right,
so you still have your standard throttle,
yaw and elevator function.
But...
aileron and collective pitch.
Uh-huh.
Ready?
Ah... (laughing)
ERIC: Whoa. So cool.
All right, easy, Maverick.
Let's just... let's just hover.
And...
All right, easy.
Okay, I'm letting go.
You've got this. All right, all right.
Tilt left.
More throttle.
Losing altitude. Tilt up, not toward the floor.
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ERIC: Damn it. Guess we got hacked again.
for engaging both mobile
and stationary enemy targets.
New capabilities include enhanced supersonic speed
and extended antiradar frequency coverage. WOMAN: All missile
test systems active. Sea range is clear.
Telemetry and guidance at 100%.
It's showtime, Admiral.
WOMAN: Launching in five,
four, three,
two, one.
Now, that is one beautiful sight.
(speaking indistinctly)
High-def W.I.A. for B.D.A.
MAN 2: Target acquired. MAN 3: GPS tracking...
(beeping) Missile now approaching...
I have a course deviation anomaly.
Engage backup system.
It's just a hiccup. 90 degrees
off course. Manually intervene
and redirect.
It's unusual.
WOMAN: Sensors detecting
a new destination. Unknown vessel.
What the hell?
Break target lock. The missile's
not in sync with our systems. Abort.
Send destruct code now.
(beeping)
Missile's not accepting
my signal.
It's a civilian cabin cruiser.
ADMIRAL: Good God.
Do something.
(beeping)
Top o' the morning to ya.
You know what I got for ya. I got you a wee gift.
Yeah.
A gift of good luck. (chuckles)
A little late for St. Patrick's Day. Yeah, but it's after the holiday
so everything's 80% off. Including
the green beer?
Yep. A little time shift,
you get much more bang for your buck.
Which is why I celebrate Halloween on November 2,
it's why I celebrate Christmas on December 27.
Valentine's Day?
Don't ask. Twice the flowers,
twice the chocolate,
quarter the price. Did you get any leprechauns?
Oh, I hope not.
You got a thing about leprechauns?
No, I just saw the movie when I was little, and I had nightmares
for a year. SAM: No, the Leprechaun
wasn't so bad. Chucky was much worse.
Okay, well,
I don't understand why they make movies
that traumatize kids like that in the first place.
DEEKS: Actually, according to Bruno Bettelheim,
the, uh, stories that involve
the darkness of abandonment, injury,
and death allow children to grapple
with their own fears in remote and symbolic ways
that lead to emotional growth
and better prepare them for adulthood.
What? Am I
the only student of psychology here?
No, no, no. Thank you, Dr. Phil.
But you must admit
a little evil leprechaun running around,
pretty disturbing, no? ERIC: Aye, gather round.
There's work to be done. C'mere till I tell ya.
Oh, Deeks.
That was an awesome sale.
I rest my case.
Two hours ago, defense contractor ADRD
conducted a guided missile test for the Navy.
The intended destination was this target vessel
off the Channel Islands. It was a perfect launch,
and then the engineers found themselves in quite a pickle.
Engineers in a pickle. That never ends well.
Unfortunately,
they lost control of the missile,
deviated off course.
Oh, man. Was anybody
on board?
One of many unanswered questions.
We're concerned that the missile's guidance system
has been hacked.
And if it has,
we need to find out if other Navy weapon systems
have been compromised.
No time to lose, Mr. Callen.
Find who did this and shut them down.
Got it. DEEKS: I wonder if it's the same crew that hacked
CENTCOM in January. Mm.
Those were only their Twitter and YouTube accounts.
These weapon systems are extremely secure.
CALLEN: Well, the FBI thought that, too,
until their terrorist training scenarios
were hacked last month.
Why don't you find out what mission control has to say.
On it. Got it.
An off-course missile doesn't score a direct hit like that
unless someone wanted to sink that boat.
It's a Coast Guard case.
Let's find out what they drag up from the deep.
(indistinct chatter)
We've got Coast Guard and Navy dive teams in the water.
Any human remains? Not yet.
Let's hope it stays that way.
Cabin cover snaps were in place.
Good indicator that nobody was on board.
What kind of boat? Phillips 32.
Hundreds of them in Southern California.
Any registration number?
So far we've got a five
and a "J." In no particular order.
I'd like to buy a vowel.
Waterproof case.
Wow.
That is not what you expect to find
on a weekend pleasure craft.
Fentanyl.
It's 100 times more potent than morphine.
48 vials. That's got to have a street value
of 20 grand.
Drug dealers? They do have enemies.
You know any drug dealers that can hack a guided missile?
You're the first to arrive.
FBI and Homeland Security are on their way.
You found evidence that your system was hacked?
We have malicious code embedded in our software.
Did you figure out how they got into your system?
We have state-of-the-art network security
with advanced encryption,
multi-layer perimeter defense, and intrusion detection.
This could have been an inside job. Yeah.
We're putting every single workstation here
under the microscope. You have
any disgruntled employees or workers who were recently fired? No.
This is a good company.
WOMAN: Excuse me. Peter,
we have something.
Last week, Doug got an e-mail inviting him
to a military R & D conference in Oahu.
I-It looked legit.
WOMAN: But the conference doesn't exist.
The e-mail didn't come from the Navy.
I clicked on the agenda, which seemed to be in PDF format.
But actually contained
an executable file that embedded software
on his hard drive.
Software that could steal his username and password?
Yes. Giving them access
to all the weapon systems.
That is the likely possibility.
I wonder who else clicked on that e-mail. Army, Navy,
Air Force, Marines?
Houston, we got a problem.
(indistinct chatter)
G's in the wrong place.
Yeah? Where do you want me? Not you. The letter.
Uh-huh. Should be
before the numbers. Got a "T."
Hmm.
We're still missing two numbers.
Should be good enough for the twins.
(line ringing)
Eric, Nell, do your thing.
Oh, I'm working it.
Searching the DMV right now.
Hey.
Hey. What do you got there?
Eh. A little, uh, snack, in case we're hungry.
Mmm. Just the green ones?
Yeah, left over from St. Patty's Day.
Interesting. Food in Ops.
Hetty know about this?
Got it.
Hey, Callen.
What do you got, Nell?
So, the exploding boat is registered
to one Stanley Maslow, DDS.
DDS? He's a dentist.
(crunching)
We got an address.
Eric, are you eating in Ops?
(gulps) No.
(chuckles)
NELL: He lives in Simi Valley.
You guys can be there in 30 minutes.
I hate the drive to Simi Valley.
I hate dentists.
STANLEY: Hey, you're lucky. I usually play tennis
on my morning off.
Please, have a seat. No, that's-that's fine.
Thank you. So, uh, how can a dentist help the Navy?
Well, it's about your boat.
There was a-a missile test this morning,
and I'm sorry to say that something went wrong
and your boat was hit.
Damaged?
Destroyed.
How is that possible?
And-and what the hell is the Navy doing testing a missile
in Marina del Rey?
Marina del Rey?
Yeah, that's where it's docked.
Do you have any idea what that boat is worth?
I did upgrades.
Dr. Maslow, your boat wasn't at the marina.
It was off the Ventura coastline.
That's impossible.
Oh, my God.
My son's been living on that boat.
He's a-a college student.
Spends school nights down there and comes home on the weekends.
(phone chimes) Oh, thank God. He's okay.
"All-nighter, big project,
crashed on friend's sofa."
Okay. So...
how the hell did my boat get from the marina
to the Ventura coast?
Well, that's something we're gonna have to figure out.
Do you have any enemies, Dr. Maslow?
Not that I know of.
I get along pretty well with everyone.
What about your son? He have any enemies?
My son? (sighs)
Look, Wyatt's a bit of a loner.
He has been since his mother died.
I'm very sorry.
He's thrown himself into his work.
Architecture.
Look, he rubs people the wrong way-- I get that--
but not enough for anyone to want to... kill him.
One other thing,
we found some fentanyl in the wreckage.
I'm a volunteer dentist for the Smile Squadron.
Yeah, we-we cruise
down to Ensenada and give free dental work to the poor.
Fentanyl's used for wisdom teeth extractions,
stuff like that. You left narcotics unattended?
It was locked up in the hold with 20 other boxes of supplies.
And the boat was docked behind a locked gate in the marina.
Least it was
last time I saw it.
Sure hope the Navy's got deep pockets.
Yep. I don't like dentists.
His boat is more important than his son.
That fentanyl story, very sketchy.
Better keep an eye on this guy.
M.T.E.
My thoughts exactly.
I text with my daughter.
Come on.
(chuckles)
(indistinct chatter)
KENSI: There he is. That's our guy.
Deeks. Yeah.
Wyatt Maslow? Detective Deeks,
LAPD. This is Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.
My dad told me
to expect you.
Sorry, I can't shake hands.
Did you make this?
It's stunning.
Quite the master with the X-Acto knife,
huh? You should see what I can do
with a 3-D printer.
When were you last at the marina?
Yesterday morning. Uh, left the boat about 7:00 a.m., I guess.
How did it end up in Ventura? We're gonna review
the security footage.
You know anyone that would want to hurt you? No.
I mean, I don't know.
Maybe. What does that mean,
maybe? Well...
there's this one guy, Josh.
Uh, Joshua Pettiford.
Okay. What's going on with him?
My ex-roommate. Computer science major.
He's the reason I had to move on to my dad's boat.
You two weren't getting along? Total slob.
Up every night till 3:00 a.m.
Snores like a jackhammer.
I tried, but I couldn't.
After months of fighting over everything,
I finally moved out of the dorm.
And for that you think he'd blow up your boat?
The guy's got mad computer skills,
and he's totally unstable.
Computer skills. Okay, like-like what, like hacking?
Day and night.
Where's his dorm room? Yeah, might want
to pick up some hazmat suits first.
CALLEN: Want a slurp?
No, thanks.
Mint is healthy for you.
In Spanish it's called yerba buena,
which is the "good herb."
(chuckles)
You really think there's some real mint in there?
That's all artificial flavoring and coloring.
Blue and yellow F, D and C.
Fresh, Delicious, Curative.
Artificial coloring is made from petroleum, G.
Petroleum. Makes it go down easier.
It also keeps my joints very lubricated.
Your green arteries clogged.
(chuckles)
SAM: Heads up.
(sighs)
New purchase.
No plates.
SAM: Yeah, that's probably not a housekeeper.
Definitely doesn't look like FedEx.
(shutter clicking) SAM: Notary?
Realtor?
Or a drug runner.
CALLEN: Eat up your spinach,
Popeye, we're on the move.
(engine starts)
(siren blares)
Driver, turn the engine off, throw the keys out the window.
Not again.
SAM: What the hell?
Going for the keys!
Now open the door from the outside,
showing me both hands, sir. Passenger, too.
Good, good. Now walk backward slowly as possible, gentlemen.
SAM: We're federal agents.
My badge is in my right back pocket.
And we're both armed.
(Callen sighs)
My apologies,
gentlemen.
Satisfied? We had a rash of burglaries, and you two
have been parked there for over an hour.
We were on a stakeout. Okay, well,
could we offer any assistance?
(scoffs) I think you've done enough already.
(knocking) KENSI: Dr. Pettiford?
(chuckles): Oh. Wow.
Yeah. Wyatt was not exaggerating.
DEEKS: This is bringing back some happy memories.
KENSI: Oh, my gosh, you lived like this in college?
Well, for a second there, I thought I was back in your bedroom.
Oh-ho-ho.
(both chuckling)
Touché.
Got a laptop on the desk.
(whispers): Yeah, let's see here.
(beeping)
Huh. What do you think of that?
Revolutionary War flag?
Well, he's either a well-rounded student of American history,
or he's a card-carrying member of the Tea Party.
What...?
What the hell?
It's a brand-new flash drive.
Oh! Oh... whoa!
Really?
(beeps, buzzes)
Bet he didn't buy that at the app store.
Security cameras in the marina didn't record after midnight.
When they came back on at 6:00 a.m.,
the boat was gone. So the bad guys
are covering their tracks.
What about the software from the defense contractor?
The hack has the trademark of an online group
that call themselves Disavow.
NELL: They're anonymous hackers, but we have a chat room tip
to a possible local member who just so happens to be...
Josh Pettiford.
Exploding thumb drive dude just bought himself a trip to the boatshed.
Have to find him first. No. To nail this guy,
we need to infiltrate his group,
which is always easier said than done.
Well, I wouldn't mind a little undercover...
Forget it, Beale. You're too old.
NELL: Ooh, okay,
so, then, I guess it's my...
Listen, with all due respect,
these are students-- we need some fresh blood.
HETTY: Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like you to meet Blaze Talcott
from Stanford University.
She's an expert in network security.
Hi. So...
just to clarify, you brought a... student here?
GRANGER: Blaze interned
with NCIS Monterey, and she has a job waiting
at Quantico Cyber Division when she graduates.
You're a senior in college? Crazy, right?
HETTY: Just what this mission needs.
I'm sorry, but isn't
this software-controlled material? Her clearance
exceeds yours, Ms. Jones.
All right, then.
Well, let's all get to work.
Hey. I'm, uh,
Tech Operator Eric Beale. I've heard all about you.
ERIC: Oh, yeah?
Oh, cool fingernails.
(chuckles) Something to look at
when you're... writing code all day.
Ah, yeah.
Okay. (clears throat)
Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones.
And you must be Kensi
and Deeks? Yes, we are.
Nice to meet you. Hi. How you doing?
NELL: So, Blaze--
that's some nickname, huh?
Uh, it's not a nickname.
I was conceived at a Bon Jovi concert.
Oh. That explains it.
Been there. ERIC: Great, so let's begin
by brainstorming some techniques
to get Blaze inserted. Uh, sure.
Great. So the hackers will definitely
take over your computer and search through every byte.
We'll prep a laptop with, um...
Hacker code, illegally downloaded songs,
pirated software and porn.
Did you just say porn?
She definitely just said porn.
Got to be legit.
Wow. To be honest,
kind of like this girl.
They'll insist I turn my camera on.
All right, kids...
let's put on a show.
SAM: Thank you, Kaleidoscope.
We got the Mini from Simi Valley, Eric. Thanks.
No problem.
You know what?
I'm, uh...
I'm gonna stay out here in case she comes out.
I'll just wait.
They're not real clowns.
They're just little puppet clowns.
Wonderful. (laughs)
Don't worry.
It has to be dark for them to come to life.
You hope.
(lively orchestral music playing)
¶ ¶
(orchestral music continues)
Could you just not do that?
Could you just not?
(music ends)
All right, good job, everybody. That's it for today.
See you guys next week. Class at 2:00.
Thanks, Alex.
CALLEN: Excuse me, miss?
SAM: Special Agents Hanna,
Callen, NCIS.
And you are?
Malee. Malee Vipada.
That's an interesting puppet. From Thailand.
Like me. I understand you know a Stanley Maslow?
Dentist from Simi Valley.
Uh, I don't really know him.
But you did go to his house today.
Well, his son Wyatt is my boyfriend.
He left blueprints
at my apartment-- I was just dropping them off.
Anything unusual going on in Wyatt's life
these days?
No. I mean...
he's a pretty solid guy.
What about his old roommate,
Josh? Oh, my God,
complete and total freak.
Josh was the T.A. in my CS class.
Computer science?
Yeah. I'm a theater major, but they make us take
Coding for Poets. Josh helped me
with my homework a few times.
What makes him a freak?
A) He never bathed,
and B) he took my phone when I wasn't looking.
Took selfies for me to discover.
He texted himself
and acted like I started it.
Huh, well, maybe that's his way of flirting with you.
Uh, no, thank you.
But, I mean, through Josh, I met Wyatt, so...
it's all good. MAN: Hey, sorry, Malee,
can you help us pack up?
Yeah, uh, got to get back.
Maybe Josh is the jealous type.
So get back
at the competition the only way he knows how.
With a top secret Navy missile.
Beale, love what you've done with the place. Show him the code
for the JPL hack.
It's amazing. After five minutes
of hack chat, Josh took the bait.
They've already moved to a private site.
(beep) BLAZE: Yes!
He loves my zero-day and man-in-the-middle attack.
Way to go, Eric.
Couldn't have done it without you.
DEEKS: Wow.
Am I detecting a sense of chemistry here?
Mm-hmm.
Are you kidding me?
She's like a little sister.
I'm training
a junior agent.
This is the educational process.
Right.
So... you don't think she's hot?
She's not my type.
BLAZE: Guys, he wants my camera on.
Uh, all right, quiet on the set, please.
Really? Always wanted to say that.
Hello there.
Wow. (laughs)
You sure write some killer code. Tip of the iceberg.
Who can I put on the TSA no-fly list for you?
Seriously?
All right... let me ask you a question.
Blaze away.
If an attacker does a scan looking for open TCP ports,
can all of the packets use a spoofed IP address?
Ooh, uh, that's a tricky one.
You know what, why don't you tell him that, um...
BLAZE: No. Any SYN/ACK responses to the TCP SYN segments
go to the spoofed address.
Open TCP ports are not detected.
Okay.
We should meet.
Look out for a text.
Ciao.
Yes, yes,
yes!
BLAZE (squeals): We did it!
DEEKS: Oh.
That's all very educational.
(Eric and Blaze laughing) Oh, yes.
I'm learning a few things, too.
BLAZE: We could have played online.
Well, it's better...
in person.
All right, now, given a random array of numbers,
implement a merge-sort function to arrange in ascending order.
You want me to write code while playing chess? And...
telling me why you don't have
much of an online presence after high school.
I value my privacy. Don't you?
All right, code away, Blaze, I'll handle the chess.
Uh, looks like he's trying a Danish Gambit.
Respond with E-5,
then B-C-4.
Looks like the signal to shut up.
My turn. Who started Disavow?
A guy named Isaac,
but no one really knows his true identity.
He's a bit of a legend.
What happens if I join you?
I mean, it's like climbing Mount Everest.
Okay? I mean, we just do it 'cause
it's there, you know? Not for evil or for money.
Here's your code.
Sorry to bother you guys-- we're in from out of town.
Do you know if there's a... Is there
a bike shop that's close to here? Yeah,
we got a flat and our, uh,
rental shop is a few miles away, so...
You can try the place after the playground.
Oh... Why do you even wear a helmet? Oh, Sorry. I'm sorry.
That hard head of yours could crack the cement.
Honey, I don't think this is the time. Yeah, well, we got a flat
because he insisted on going through the grass
and I said that there would be thorns. There's
obviously glass in the parking lot, 'cause since when
do palm trees have thorns?
The palm stem is scandent
because of the rugged, hooked prickles that could shed.
I minored in botany. You also majored in bother-me.
(chuckles) (Deeks mock-chuckles)
Oh, you're funny. Maybe you should audition
at The Comedy Store while I go shop at Rodeo, huh?
We got to capture all the sights, you know what I mean?
Only two days left in the honeymoon.
Things are going well, I think, so far.
Oh, sorry, can you hand me my, uh,
my pop... soda?
Where's your head? Who did I marry? Really, really? Really?
What did I marry, huh? Really?
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, wow. This is nice.
With two versions-- Python and C++?
Wasn't sure which one you wanted.
Hey, my laptop. Stop!
Come on, Kens. Hey, whoa, whoa.
(chuckles) Deeks, Deeks. Oh!
You're not gonna catch him.
Why did you give us a flat tire? It was our justification
for stopping at the chess park. Well, you should have listened
to me. We could have said bad brakes, loose chain... No, we had
to sell it visually, all right? And he
totally bought it. Why... Are we still in character?
Great.
Go, go!
What else is in
that backpack?
Everything to keep her safe.
Then we have a problem.
So nothing threatening from
Josh to Wyatt? Nothing.
Wyatt asks Josh to clean up the room.
Josh replies in one word. Well, if you're smart,
never put anything in a text that can come back and bite you.
However, between Malee and
Wyatt, a plethora of lovey-dovey emojis.
CALLEN: "Miss u miss u wanna kiss u"? Aw,
young love. (short beep)
Ooh, Just got a message
from the Coast Guard Marina del Rey.
It looks like the Point Dume cameras
got the boat on night vision.
They're currently
working on enhancement. Great,
we'll check it out. Kensi and Deeks have Josh covered? Yes,
the GPS tracker is in place and we were able to clone
the thumbprint using the soda bottle.
Good. And Josh admitted to
Blaze that it was his crew that stole that her backpack.
They went through it with
a fine-tooth comb, and she's in the club.
Keep us posted. MAN: This way.
Here you go. Really? You could have just asked me.
More fun this way.
Yeah. So, uh, Jeremy actually bought the place last August.
How can you afford a house?
Well, a little help from Roller Raccoon, huh?
My gaming app for the smartphone.
Should have called it Cash Cow.
Heyo. Heyo.
(both whooshing)
I went to school with a thousand guys like those two.
Smart? Successful?
Try dorky.
So... I mean, living room's a cool place
to just sort of chill, kick back, write some code or...
you can power up on nutrition or...
Caffeine, got energy drinks. Whoa, whoa,
critically low on chips.
Food run.
Nice ride. Yeah? Borrow it any time you want.
(door closes) Yup. Uh, well, uh, why don't you,
uh, make yourself at home.
You want to play a little Battlefield Hardline?
Oh, I shouldn't.
I don't want to see you cry when I kick your ass.
Yeah, prepare to die.
Okay, the scooter's clear. Cueing the car.
(tires screeching, thump) DEEKS: Aah!
You hear that? Yeah.
KENSI: Are you okay? Don't move. DEEKS: Aah! Oh, God.
KENSI: Don't move, sweetheart. DEEKS: Aah!
Help. Hi, help me.
Ouch. Ow. Should I... Should I call 911?
No, no, no, I got it, just help me get the bike off of him.
Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay. I think I have some internal injuries,
I can't feel my spleen. I can't feel my spleen.
Eric, Eric, are you there?
Read you loud and clear.
I found the defense contractor hack
in Josh's computer. I just sent it.
Got it. Great work.
The cloned thumbprint
opened all the files. Even the locked ones.
Who are you talking to?
No one.
Are you a cop?
No. Are you wearing a wire, huh? Let me see.
Come on, let me see. Let me see it. (grunting) Stop!
Stop it, you're hurting me! Kensi,
Deeks... Move in.
I swear to God, I'll kill you if you're a cop.
Freeze. Federal agents.
Oh, aah, aah!
(coughing)
(Kensi laughs)
Was that necessary?
You guys weren't really in a bike accident, were you?
It turns out my spleen is gonna be fine.
Look, I've never seen this before, okay? I mean,
I didn't write it, I didn't send it,
I don't know how it got on my computer.
We know how much you hate Wyatt. He was
a neat freak. We didn't get along, okay? I don't hate him. But when he
started going out with Malee, you got jealous. Oh,
my God. Look, Malee is a pain in the ass code kitten, all right?
She used to beg me for homework help. He can have her. You left
selfies on her phone. Yeah, she asked me
to take them. So what you're
telling us is you didn't
want a relationship with her?
Why would I waste my time and money with a girlfriend
when the Internet is full of free porn?
That's a valid point.
Hey. DEEKS: Hey.
What are you doing on my laptop? Seriously?
Josh and Isaac, the leader of Disavow,
have been fighting in the back room of their
Dark Web site. How did you get in the back room?
You gave me the password, fool.
Josh wants to use their hacking skills for
a political agenda. No, to
expose government and corporate corruption,
okay? I'm actually making a difference here. Wow, look at
you, Dudley Do-Right.
But Isaac wants to keep it pure.
So, hacking for hacking's sake.
Josh was winning folks over and they were turning against Isaac.
NELL: Guys, something new here.
The code on Josh's computer was planted by Isaac.
You can see it in the coding patterns.
Well, that's interesting.
So it seems that Isaac planted
the software on your computer to frame you.
Oh, really?
Wow. Thanks. Okay, so we done here? Will you guys leave?
And by the way, you're never gonna find Isaac.
You're never gonna find him.
Oh, ye of little faith.
We've unraveled Isaac's encrypted, relayed messages
twice around the world. Turns out Isaac
is a young man we've all heard of.
A young man by the name of...
Wyatt Maslow.
Hello, Isaac.
By the way,
I'm in awe of your talent.
Not too many people can hack a guided missile.
I was never going to do it.
I've never, ever caused any harm with a hack.
It goes against my philosophy.
It's just a hobby.
What happened? Uh,
Josh drive you crazy as a roommate?
Hey, was... was Josh gonna take over
Disavow? No.
Then why?
Malee begged me to do it.
I had to defend her honor. You had to
defend her honor?
They were doing homework...
and Josh gave her a drink.
She got sleepy.
Next thing she knows, he's on top of her,
kissing her, pulling her pants down.
And he would've raped her if she didn't fight back.
Did she file a police report?
She knew they'd just screw up the investigation
and Josh would walk.
She said that her plan was the only sure way
to send him to jail. And you went along with this?
Is Malee your first girlfriend?
You must really be in love.
I would do anything...
for her.
Oh, what a sociopath.
Look, I never touched her, okay?
Why would Malee make up a story like that?
Look, I don't know,
all right? I mean, he's just as crazy as him. It sounds like
we need to spend some quality time with Malee.
(electric whoosh)
Callen and Sam need to hear this.
Go ahead, Eric.
Blaze had some doubts about Malee's heritage and appearance.
Her nose and cheekbones.
So we dug a little deeper.
Turns out her Thai passport is a fake.
Malee's real name is Taman Budiano and she's from Jakarta.
Indonesia.
Her parents were killed by the police there in 2009.
Members of
Jemaah Islamiyah.
The group that bombed the
stock exchange, embassies, hotels.
She tried to steal the military hack off Josh's computer.
Yeah, but it
wasn't there. Which is why she
ditched you and jumped in bed with Wyatt.
Blaze did pretty good.
No, Blaze did great. Where is she?
Isn't she with you?
No. We sent her back to Ops hours ago.
Malee would never do that.
Did you hack any other Navy systems?
Did you? I guess.
Which ones? Lasers, rail guns.
Was she ever alone with your laptop?
Maybe, but there's nothing on it. The...
There's a portable hard drive in a safe in my dad's house.
Did you tell her about it?
Where are we, Eric?
Kaleidoscope and facial rec
firing on all cylinders.
Kensi and Deeks en route to Malee's house.
SAM: What about Blaze?
Comms are dead, not responding to texts.
CALLEN: Where's the safe, Wyatt?
It's in the bedroom down the hall, on the left.
Check the kitchen.
Dad.
Dad?
Sorry,
Wyatt.
Why would...
Oh, my God.
He didn't do anything.
Sam.
(sighs)
With that software...
terrorists could destroy just about anything.
Including the entire Pacific Fleet.
I need an update on Malee's apartment, Mr. Deeks.
DEEKS: The place is empty.
Almost like she moved out.
Her car's missing, too.
Looks like they left in a hurry.
Well, that security camera's been smashed.
See if you can find anything, Eric.
Got the mirror of a motor scooter.
Like the one at the Venice house.
We hear anything from Blaze?
Nothing yet.
I got bad news that's about to get worse.
I got an earwig that's crushed.
And that's definitely one of ours.
They ditched the scooter.
Why would Blaze
go after Malee on her own?
GRANGER: The girl's resourceful,
but that would be way out of line.
KENSI: I've seen Blaze in action.
She could kick Malee's butt.
One-on-one, yes... but in this case she was outnumbered.
MAN: Put your hands up!
Let's just hope that they've taken her as a hostage.
Okay, I've got them
on a traffic camera, First and Beaudry.
That's two blocks from the theater where Malee studies.
CALLEN: We got eyes on the Mini.
Looks like somebody's home.
Malee's got two guys with her.
And one possible hostage.
They didn't have time to complete the data transfer.
How many of these creepy things you think they got in here?
There's got to be hundreds, maybe thousands.
It's a good place to hide a hard drive.
(gunshots)
(gunfire)
(grunts)
(grunts)
Where's Malee?
I'll cover the exit.
Federal agent! Drop your weapons!
We walk or the girl dies.
Okay, okay.
Don't hurt her.
Now!
(grunting)
Cuff him.
Sam.
(handcuffs clicking)
Malee's on the run.
She's headed into Vista Hermosa Park.
We'll try to get eyes on her.
Searching traffic cams and satellites.
Is this a park or a jungle?
We've got to split up.
Hey, watch it.
West trail's clear, Sam.
No sign of her.
Got her.
Crossing the lower field. On it.
Federal agents!
Hey, what?
(gunfire)
Drop your weapon!
I don't have a shot, Sam.
Drop your weapon.
MAN: Please, please.
CALLEN: Let him go.
(whimpering)
Okay, okay.
You're going to patch that back up?
They got a show tonight.
¶ ¶
¶ Another op'nin', another show ¶
¶ In Philly, Boston or Baltimo'e ¶
¶ A chance for stage folks to say "Hello" ¶
¶ Another op'nin' of another show ¶
¶ Another job that you hope that lasts ¶
Why did Hetty want to meet us here?
I don't know. Reward for a job well done?
Eh, maybe she just wanted to torture Sam.
(Sam laughs wryly)
Come with me, everybody.
¶ Four weeks, you rehearse and rehearse ¶
¶ Three weeks, and it couldn't be worse... ¶ Hey, Beale.
Everyone... gather round.
So, I wanted you all to experience
a bit of L.A. history.
You know, when I first saw Mr. Baker perform,
(laughs): I think I was about five years old.
It was at a little girl's birthday party
given at the home of Judy Garland.
You were playmates with Liza Minnelli?
It was quite the soirée.
(laughs)
Tonight, we'll toast with something
wholesome for a change.
Ooh. (exclaiming)
HETTY: Oh, bravo.
Thank you very much. KENSI: Now we're talking.
Nice. And one for you.
And one for you, sir.
And one for Hetty.
No ice cream for you?
Uh, no, I'm just going to go meet Blaze
and some of her friends from SWE.
The Society of Women Engineers.
Nell, it's just coffee.
I'm going to talk to them about careers in CS.
It's like a mentoring thing.
Really?
That's your story?
Yeah.
Okay.
Have fun.
(sighs)
Burning the midnight oil, are we?
Just retrofitted the drone with infrared.
Cool.
Hmm. So...
how was Blaze?
She's ready to move on.
To Quantico, I mean.
Fully trained.
So, you met her friends?
They were busy texting.
I mainly talked to her dad.
He's an electrical engineer.
Blaze thought that he and I...
have a lot in common,
like we could be friends.
Seriously,
that guy's got to be, like, 45 years old.
Hey, I'm sorry.
(laughs softly)
It's all right.
Can I fly that?
(laughs softly)
Go for it.
But be careful.
I'm serious.
You're going to need this.
Yes, ma'am.
Why so many buttons?
Guess you haven't done it
in a while.
5.5 channel requires a new skill set.
So it takes a little time and understanding.
All right,
so you still have your standard throttle,
yaw and elevator function.
But...
aileron and collective pitch.
Uh-huh.
Ready?
Ah... (laughing)
ERIC: Whoa. So cool.
All right, easy, Maverick.
Let's just... let's just hover.
And...
All right, easy.
Okay, I'm letting go.
You've got this. All right, all right.
Tilt left.
More throttle.
Losing altitude. Tilt up, not toward the floor.
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ERIC: Damn it. Guess we got hacked again.