NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 6, Episode 23 - Kolchek, A. - full transcript
When some bodies wash up on the beach, the team investigates because they're identified as being members of the crew of the tanker Arkady bought for some people. They try to talk to the people but they are killed. They look for Arkady but he also vanished. They later learn that the one who killed the crew and the people Arkady worked for works for a Russian criminal. They eventually find Arkady and as usual he is not saying anything. He also seems anxious to go somewhere.
HETTY:
Tell me, Arkady,
why do they want you dead?
Because I would not give
them their ship back.
What was on the boat?
The only true currency accepted
everywhere in the world.
Oil.
More than $100 million.
That's enough to finance a war.
CALLEN:
One more question.
Who's Anna?
Nice Russian girl.
Any update on
the oil tanker?
Yeah, it's not there.
Weather satellite
couldn't find it.
And the ship's transponder's
been turned off.
I have a hunch this one
isn't quite over with.
(laughter,
dance music pulsating)
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Love it, ladies, love it!
(whoops)
Oh, beautiful.
Work for it.
Show me you
want it, baby.
Show me
you want it-- yes!
Love it, love it.
Yes.
Love it! Beautiful!
Love it.
Wonderful, ladies.
Wonderful!
Now...
into the surf, ladies.
Love it!
Get in the water!
Let's party!
Oh, I love you!
Ay, yi, yi!
What's the problem
now, Lexi?
I-I can't, Sebastian.
Turn the music off!
Come on, Lexi, get into the water.
You're blowing it.
I almost drowned as a kid.
I got a thing about the ocean.
That doesn't even make sense.
You are a swimsuit model.
Or at least you were.
Lexi...
you are not special,
but you are
wasting my time.
Now get your ass into
this water, or get off my set!
There is nothing
in this water that could...
Aah! Aah! Oh!
(yells)
(screams)
(screaming)
(all screaming, shrieking)
♪ NCIS: LA 6x23 ♪
Kolcheck, A.
Original Air Date on May 11, 2015
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
I just don't get it.
Clearly, you don't understand
the concept of friendship.
I'm the friend
telling you
you're being used
as an ATM machine.
I mean, what is
it for this time?
Real estate? An invention?
A Ponzi scheme?
(Kensi chuckles)
You don't know, do you?
Gentlemen, help me out--
if you have a good friend
that's in a jam and needs
a loan, what do you do?
KENSI: No, no, no, don't
withhold information.
This friend has had
several loans
which he has not
paid back.
How many is "several"?
Three.
How many?
Five.
What was that?
Seven.
Aha, there it is.
If it were me, I'd tell him
the bank is closed.
It depends
what it's for.
But I would establish terms
up front
so there's no pressure
on either of us.
But you should never
lend anything
that you actually expect
to get back.
What was that?
Yeah, what was that?
What was what?
CALLEN: That look.
Was that directed at me?
Well, since you
brought it up.
My night vision goggles,
my stun baton,
my new headphones...
You know those got blown up
in Mexico.
You borrowed them.
They're your responsibility...
You see what I'm saying.
Very difficult.
SAM: That's why it's called
"borrowing" and not a gift.
(whistles)
We got a case, boys.
And girl.
Thank you.
My vintage Rolex.
You wanted that back?
Why wouldn't I
want it back?
It's old.
It's vintage.
Deeks, Deeks.
DEEKS: Yeah.
Uh, d-did you, uh...
did you check out the
business plan for my new app?
I mean, come on,
it's gonna be huge.
Yeah, no, about that,
I-I can't do it, buddy.
You haven't paid back the last
eight outstanding loans.
Loans?
Loans.
Those were equity
investments.
Right, partner?
Come on,
whatever happened
to "if we're not failing,
we're not trying," huh?
Yeah, I know,
that sounds fantastic.
I just, I can't...
I can't do it.
Sorry.
Equity's only gonna
get more expensive.
You're gonna regret this.
I already do.
What?
This body washed up
in Long Beach this morning.
Hands bound,
two gunshots to the chest.
Coast Guard found three more
bodies just like this
two miles off the coast,
same scenario.
They were executed.
Any idea who they are?
Remember Arkady's
missing oil tanker?
This is the crew.
Well, part of it.
So the tanker's been recovered.
No, just the bodies.
So there was either
a mutiny on board,
or someone outside took control
of the ship.
That tanker's carrying
over $100 million in oil.
Whoever stole it wants
to convert it into cash.
Or sail it into the harbor...
and boom.
Brother and sister that
brokered the deal with Arkady?
Yeah, Patrick and Elia Berkeley?
Patrick is being held
until sentencing at
Victorville Penitentiary.
He's charged with
circumventing
U.S. economic sanctions
against Russia.
Okay, what about the sister?
Metro?
Redondo.
Comfort of
her own home.
She did a deal.
Pinned the entire operation
on her brother.
Wow.
Turns out oil's thicker
than blood.
What about Arkady?
We got a bead on him?
Uh, well, the trackers
that Hetty had installed
on his cars indicate
that he's at home.
Well, the bodies aren't
decomposed, yet,
so the ship could still be
in the area.
We've looked
everywhere.
It's like trying to find
a needle in a haystack.
You guys handle
the Berkeleys.
Start with Patrick,
his sister double-crossed him--
he's got nothing to
lose by speaking.
All right.
Might be difficult.
Patrick Berkeley was murdered
this morning.
You're gonna have
to start with Elia.
Better go deliver the bad news.
Think it's related?
Well, it could be just
a prison incident,
or it could be more.
What I do know is
we got a second shot
at finding that oil tanker.
Don't waste it.
You know, that leaves you, me
and your favorite Russian.
Come on, you like him.
A little.
SAM:
Yeah, keep it up.
Little bit?
Awfully quiet.
Where are the guards?
Cars are here.
Still doesn't feel right.
What are you doing?
He rigged his car to explode.
What do you think
he'll do to his house?
If I die because of
Arkady's paranoia,
I deserve it.
(chuckles)
We got to get
in there.
Could be bleeding out
on the kitchen floor.
You don't want me
to check it?
Where's your sense
of adventure?
It's in here.
I just don't want it to splatter
all over the driveway.
Uh-huh.
Good?
Clear.
It's all clear.
If Arkady brokered
the deal for the oil,
there's got to be something
here to lead us to it.
(chuckles)
Impressive.
You got something?
Smile for the camera.
It's a good thing he's paranoid.
SAM: The hell has
he got in there,
blueprints to
the Kremlin?
1-1-3-1.
CALLEN:
He took his passport.
He's skipping town.
SAM:
Why take a taxi?
Think he knows
Hetty's tracking him?
(phone line ringing)
Hey, Callan.
Eric.
Hey, what's up?
What do you got?
Arkady got a taxi
about two hours ago.
See if you can find out where
they dropped him off.
On it.
Yeah.
Well, something definitely
has him freaked out.
He didn't wipe the hard drive
on his security camera here.
SAM:
Gotcha.
SAM: This guy.
(keypad beeping)
Documents, passports...
This could be anything.
SAM:
Is that Resnikov?
His real name is
Hans Schrieber.
Huh.
Like I told you.
It's complicated.
So your old man helped people
escape from Russia.
Yeah.
They sent him
to the Gulag for that.
Guess I'm not the only one
looking for answers.
It's pretty cool,
your dad being a hero.
You got it honest.
What you got?
I'm not sure.
There's nothing in here
to lead us to the oil.
Let's get out of here.
Arkady could be laughing
at us right now.
DEEKS: Elia's still not
picking up her phone.
So the Berkeleys inherit
the family business,
they run it into the ground
and end up economic sanctions.
Slippery slope.
Yeah.
Question is-- why would Elia
testify against her own brother?
Well, you're assuming
they liked each other.
(knocks on door) Well, enough to go
into business together.
Or maybe he told her
to testify against him
to save her,
you know what I mean?
Like a, like a personal
sacrifice; an act of love.
Yeah, I would get that
between a husband and a wife,
but a brother and sister?
(knocking)
Maybe they're both.
Ew!
What?
It makes sense.
Nothing you say makes sense.
Think about this.
This whole criminal empire
is spawned
from the twisted frustration
of forbidden lust.
Wow.
Thank you for that, Mr. Creepy.
That makes sense!
You know what I mean?
She testified.
Okay, I'll give you they don't
both have to go to prison.
Especially if they have business
on the outside.
Right.
Like a hundred-million-dollar
oil tanker.
This is the power
of forbidden lust.
Deeks...
Three, two, one...
(Deeks exhales)
Kens?
(sighs)
We're too late.
So somebody wanted Elia and
her brother out of the way.
DEEKS:
Thank you, Steve. Appreciate it.
STEVE:
You got it.
DEEKS:
Well, the method is consistent
with the way
the oil tanker crew was killed.
This is the second time
somebody's tried to kill her.
This time?
Not so lucky.
What about the hit man
from the Arkady sting
a few weeks ago?
DEEKS:
Nicolai Brantov.
Yeah, Callen thought he was
working for the Russians.
Well, whoever
he was working for,
they obviously haven't
packed up and gone home.
(phone line ringing)
NELL: Kensi, what's
happening with you guys?
Hey, Nell.
Can you find out
exactly who Nikolai Brantov
was working for?
Yeah, no problem.
Great, thank you.
Yeah, I bet money
whoever that is...
has the oil tanker.
Shotgun!
Gotcha.
Did you find the tanker?
Not yet.
If it's been unflagged,
it might be possible, but...
Kaleidoscope
found Arkady's taxi.
GRANGER:
Where?
ERIC: Dropped him off
at a garage in Studio City.
Arkady enters...
And then,
four minutes later...
Dasvidaniya, baby.
Some guys stash burn phones,
Arkady stashes burn vehicles.
Yeah. Insurance on
all those extra cars
must be a nightmare.
(chuckles)
Where is he now?
Uh...
headed west
on Ventura Boulevard.
GRANGER: All right, get that Intel
to Callen and Sam.
Copy that.
And find that tanker
before it shows up 50 yards
off the Santa Monica pier.
(clicks tongue)
Ah, screw it.
(tires screeching)
You idiot!
Classic road rage.
(sighs)
CALLEN: You see that, Sam?
SAM:
Ah...
You know, if I didn't
know any better,
I would think
he wasn't happy to see us.
Always happy to see my guys,
but something tells me
this meeting is
not by chance.
And by "something," I mean
my home surveillance system.
SAM:
Nice truck.
Is it new?
Since I last saw you and
your boss, I seem to have
"bug" infestation.
They're in my cars,
they're in my clothes...
I had to buy a new wardrobe.
New wardrobe.
What is this, polyester?
Egyptian silk.
You like?
Not really.
Of course not.
European cut.
Going to war, Arkady?
Did I not teach you anything
about being prepared?
Mm-hmm.
'Cause you never know
when a bazooka's
gonna come in handy.
What is this?
Looks like worthless old coin.
SAM:
What do you know
about Elia Berkeley's murder?
News to me. Uh...
Sounds like
she's having bad month.
Oh, and her brother Patrick
was murdered in prison
shortly after the crew
from that oil tanker
washed up dead on the beach.
It's been a busy morning.
Somebody is sending message.
Mm-hmm.
Well, maybe you better
come with us.
If this is some kind of pushback
from that oil deal,
you could be next.
Sweet of you to worry,
but if someone
is not trying to kill me,
I'm not doing my job.
You don't have a job.
Your words sting,
but I know
it's because you care.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on.
What's your hurry?
Last time we saw you,
you were begging
for our protection.
And now you want
nothing to do with us.
Don't take it personally.
Or do.
Either way,
I have business to attend to.
Well, the weapons alone
in this truck
are enough to bring him in, Sam.
SAM:
Even worse,
he ran a red light.
Mm-hmm.
Your move, Big Man.
(chuckles)
Always nice to spend time
with comrades.
Lead the way.
Eric, what do you got?
Take a look at this.
(sighs)
I initiated a search
in the visitation system
at Victorville Prison,
see if we could catch a break.
You know, maybe Patrick Berkeley
had a visitor,
or a phone call.
Shot in the dark.
Did you get any hits?
No, we did not.
But I did find something odd.
Three phone calls went out
from a land line
between 3:12 a.m. and 3:42 a.m.
From where, exactly,
inside the prison?
Third floor, "D" block.
Now, there's not a lot
of normal phone
traffic around that time.
You know, a couple...
(clicks tongue)
...booty calls and what not.
But who's making calls
that early in the morning,
from a land line, in prison?
Mr. Marty Deeks?
Uh, prison personnel?
Well, that's not that odd.
Guards working third shifts
keep weird hours. So what?
All right, but add it to the
fact that the call was placed
to a cell phone
at this location.
KENSI:
That's Arkady's address.
It is indeed.
I did a search for
everyone with access to
that land line in "D" Block
and I came up with this guy.
Meet Sergeant
Charles Turner.
Currently a guard
at Victorville
Penitentiary.
But back in '08,
worked security for
one Mr. Arkady Kolcheck.
This could mean Arkady's the one
that put the hit out
on Patrick Berkeley.
We have an address for Turner?
Already in your phones.
Good job. Keep Callen
and Sam in the loop.
Yep.
NELL:
Hey, guys.
You asked if we could find
out anything on the hit man
that tried to take
the Berkeleys out.
Nikolai Brantov?
Unfortunately,
we did.
He was working as a gun
for hire, specializing in
"send a message"-type contracts.
He was busted a year ago
on gun charges.
And guess who bailed him out?
Ivan Karposev?
Yep.
KENSI: This man's a butcher.
Talk about a bad day
getting worse.
Do we even know if
Karposev's in the country?
NELL:
We haven't clocked him yet,
but given
the excessive violence,
it's definitely his style.
Any chance Arkady hired Brantov
away from Karposev?
Very doubtful, Mr. Deeks.
HETTY:
Ivan Karposev
is the kind of man
you don't double-cross
and live to tell the tale.
Karposev tortured and murdered
four federal agents
in a weapons trafficking
sting last year.
He even went so far
as to force an agent
to kill his own men
by lowering them
into a vat of hydrochloric acid.
HETTY:
The man has
no regard for life.
That's why
you'll always be
at a disadvantage with him.
Karposev's after
the oil tanker.
I think the question is...
does he already have it?
Two people associated
with the ship are dead
and Arkady is connected with
at least one of their murders.
Yeah, but we don't know
if Arkady or Karposev
killed Elia Berkeley.
We don't even know
if Karposev is in the mix.
Yeah, but what if he is?
And he has the tanker?
Then a dangerous threat
just got more powerful.
Let's let him sweat.
If Eric and Nell come up
with a concrete link
between Arkady
and Elia Berkeley,
we'll bring the house
down on him.
You see the way he reacted
when I showed him this coin?
Oh, yeah.
I'm going to try
and run it down.
I'm good.
I got this.
Wow.
Pretty nice for a prison guard.
You could afford it
if you weren't being
such a sugar daddy.
What are you talking about?
I gotta keep
my ladybird happy.
Oh, I'm not talking
about myself.
I am referring to the
mooch you call a friend.
Wow. Kind of walked
into that one.
Yes, you did.
See that?
KENSI:
Uh-huh.
KENSI:
Hey. See what I see?
Oh, yeah.
That is the definition
of probable cause.
Mm-hmm.
On three.
One, two, three.
DEEKS:
Clear!
Clear.
Wow.
Turner's got boxes
full of cash
back here, which means he either
likes to make it rain,
or he's hustling on the side.
Deeks?
DEEKS:
Yeah.
(whistles) Looks like Turner's
making a killing
selling contraband
to the inmates.
Captive buyers.
Supply and demand.
TURNER:
Listen up!
I'm a cop and I'm armed!
We're federal agents!
We just want to talk, Turner.
(door opens, rapid footsteps)
He's running.
DEEKS: Split up!
Yep!
(grunting)
Ow!
Deeks, you okay?
Yeah.
Ah... no, I'm fantastic.
(Deeks whoops)
KENSI: All right.
What, are you living out your
pro wrestling fantasy? Huh?
You know,
I'd be lying
if I said that
didn't feel awesome.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
You have a tracking device
on me, too, Hetty?
I was just wondering
why my employee wasn't
on the job.
Law requires that I take
a one-hour lunch
plus two 15 minute
breaks every day.
Well, I'll let it slide,
if we consider
this a working lunch.
That is what I'm trying
to figure out.
Ooh! Vladimir Lenin.
Special edition.
Very rare.
This was minted,
but never circulated.
You know it was rumored
that Lenin was
critical of Russia
in his private life.
Meaning?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Obviously, it meant
something to these people.
And possibly your father.
This whole thing with Arkady
and Hans Schrieber
and my father, I...
Arkady knows more
than he's telling me.
Was I meant to find this?
Anything's possible
with that man.
Don't let the personal get in
the way of the professional,
Mr. Callen.
And if they're
all wrapped up together?
Pray they're not.
What's up?
Thanks.
No problem.
Wow, he's still
out cold, huh?
(laughs):
Are you gloating?
Listen, why don't
you go, uh, distract
the guard with your cleavage?
(quietly):
Really?
I'm gonna use the
defibrillator
to wake him up.
What if
it doesn't work?
What are you talking about?
Your cleavage always works.
(chuckles)
I was talking
about the defibrillator.
Well, then he dies.
And we harvest his organs,
make a killing,
move to Mexico. Ready?
Done.
(defibrillator machine whirring)
All right. Clear!
Wait! Don't.
Oh, look at that--
and the Oscar goes to Turner.
How do you know Arkady Kolcheck?
Who?
Used to work security for him.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
All right, clear!
Wait!
KENSI: You better start
knowing, otherwise
we're gonna jump-start
your memory for you.
Arkady paid me to get some
information from an inmate.
Patrick Berkeley.
Why did you kill him?
I didn't.
I just let some
other inmates in
to press him and...
it went south.
So you did kill him.
What was Arkady looking for?
Listen, Turner,
we know that Berkeley told you
something and you called Arkady.
Hmm.
Wow.
Which gang is more prominent
at Victorville?
Is it the Latin Kings?
Yeah, I think
it's the Latin Kings.
Remember, they got that
big bust recently?
It was, like, 50 kilos
of cocaine on the border?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Congratulations, Turner.
On what?
On your cushy new job
as the librarian
when you become an inmate.
You know,
for snitching to the cops.
You can't do that.
Oh, watch us.
Hey...
so why don't you tell us what
it is that Berkeley told you?
(defibrillator whirring)
Berkeley said
there was a backup
GPS system on some ship.
There's a laptop
pinging its location.
Where?
His sister's house.
If Arkady has that laptop,
he knows where the tanker is.
I'll call Callen and Sam.
Oh, uh...
(clears his throat)
good luck on the inside.
Don't drop that soap!
What if Elia didn't
give up the laptop
and Arkady couldn't find it
before he had to bug off?
It could still be at the house.
It's worth a shot.
Find that laptop,
find the tanker.
Back to Elia's.
I told you last time
I hate this tiny room.
How much longer
do I have to stay here?
As soon as you tell me about
your buddy Charles Turner.
Who is Turner?
Prison guard.
Victorville.
Do I look like I associate
with prison guards?
This prison guard called
your cell phone.
Must've been a wrong number.
The call lasted
three minutes and 22 seconds.
Where is Callen?
He'll be here.
Am I being charged
with something?
I'm busy man.
Due time, due time.
I thought we were friends.
No, Callen and I are friends.
He lets you hang around
because of some ties
to the past.
You're just a source to me.
So if you have somewhere to be,
you're not gonna make it there
unless you start
answering my questions.
Okay.
Ask questions.
Where is the oil tanker?
If I knew, I would tell you.
Where's Elia Berkeley's laptop?
(both chuckling)
(mutters)
Hmm?
(grunts)
Yeah.
(groaning)
Not as fast as you
used to be, Arkady.
This is out of character,
even for you.
You're desperate.
Tell me why.
(groaning)
You need to let me
out of here.
Tell me why.
(grunting)
Suit yourself.
Make yourself comfortable.
You're gonna be here a while.
Elia had to have been trying
to get back in on that oil deal.
Well, she's got a hundred
million reasons to try.
And she obviously didn't know
they were coming after her
or she would've
gone into hiding.
Clearly the Berkeleys
didn't know
who they were getting
in bed with.
Kens!
Get down!
You okay?
(groans, laughs)
My bruises are gonna heal
faster than my hearing.
Did you hit him?
Yeah, I think I winged him.
Car didn't have
any plates on it.
(groans)
(loudly): I said I think
I winged him; the car...
Yeah, I heard you!
Okay, you don't have to,
you don't have to yell about it.
My ears are fine.
(door closes)
Arkady give up anything?
He took a swing at me.
What?!
Can you believe that?
(laughs)
He's pretty spry
for an old guy.
What you gonna do?
I have the distinct feeling that
Arkady's running out of time.
(computer chirps)
Hey, guys.
What do you have, Eric?
Footage of Arkady outside
of Elia Berkeley's house
this morning.
Took me a while to round up all
the neighbor's security footage.
Thank you, Eric.
My pleasure.
Hate to say it,
but it looks like
Arkady took out
Patrick and Elia Berkeley.
Arkady's a broker.
He's not a buyer or a seller.
Maybe he was trying
to put the deal back together,
and someone got
to the Berkeleys first.
The same person
who T-boned Kensi and Deeks?
It's got to be Karposev.
Why would Arkady be so desperate
to get out of here?
He could just kick back,
let us take care of Karposev.
There's got
to be another reason.
You're holding me
against my will.
This is not legal.
Holding a murder suspect
is plenty legal.
Murder? What murder?
No, not just one--
Patrick and Elia Berkeley.
Prison guards kill inmates
all the time.
Had nothing
to do with me.
Doesn't explain Elia.
We have footage
placing you outside her house
before she was murdered.
Elia was alive when I got there,
and when I left.
Where's the laptop?
Better yet, what's on it?
You working with Ivan Karposev?
I thought you guys were supposed
to be smart.
Then why don't you enlighten us?
You want the tanker?
Oh, you know where to find it.
GPS location.
I'll verify it.
We're wasting time.
I know you know what that is.
I saw the same image
on the clippings you gave me
from Hans Schrieber.
We use these coins
to identify refugees wanting
to escape from Russia.
They would
hand them to me...
...and I knew
I could trust them.
Who gave the refugees the coins?
The man on the other end.
My father?
Possibly.
But I cannot say
for sure, Callen.
What happened to
Elia Berkeley?
Karposev didn't want any
complications with the oil sale.
Sadly, Elia was
a complication.
And what about you?
Karposev cannot touch me.
Benefits of being connected.
Prove to me
that you're not just trying
to pin all this Karposev.
I have an associate on the crew.
Check my phone.
Remember the girl?
Anna.
Anna.
Yes.
Karposev sent a video.
She's in danger.
Well, this associate must
be pretty important
for you to stick
your neck out like this.
I am loyal to the people
who work for me.
I don't buy it.
It is true.
You guys all right?
Still in one piece.
Okay, LAPD got a call
about a shooting.
DEEKS:
Wait a minute.
Isn't that the car
that rammed us?
There's Ivan Karposev.
DEEKS:
The Devil himself.
Look at this shoulder--
I knew I winged him.
DEEKS:
Tell me he's not gonna...
Mm-hmm.
(clears throat)
That guy was supposed to find
the laptop and didn't deliver.
This is what happens when you
come back empty-handed.
KENSI:
Arkady didn't kill Elia.
Karposev did.
I'll call the guys.
(anxious gasping)
CALLEN:
He's telling the truth.
Her name's Anna.
If Arkady didn't kill Elia,
he probably didn't kill
Patrick, either.
So I triple-checked Arkady's
GPS coordinates--
it's the middle
of the Sahara Desert.
He's playing us.
No, he's too desperate
to play us.
He's bargaining.
He wants something in return.
It's time to find out
what it is.
It's funny...
coordinates you
gave us put the tanker
in the middle of
the Sahara Desert.
Must have been typo.
Try again.
No typos this time.
No typos...
if you take me with you.
By the time
you find Karposev,
he will have unloaded the oil,
and he will be gone.
And your associate with him.
Does not have to be this way.
Deal?
Deal.
I have your word?
You just have to trust us.
Okay.
Let's do this.
Come on.
ERIC:
Ready when you are.
Latitude: 33.4.
Longitude: 118.2.
That's San Pedro.
Ship's still in port, in L.A.
He stays with the truck.
We had deal.
The deal was we bring you with us.
And we did.
Now the deal is you stay here.
Let's move.
♪ ♪
One, two, three.
KENSI: Must be
the remaining crew members.
Deeks, $100 million in oil is
about a million barrels, right?
I mean, I don't have
my Acme oil converter,
but according to Eric and Nell,
yeah, that's about right.
KENSI: There's only
97 barrels here.
That means
we're too late.
Callen, Sam, Karposev's
already moved the oil.
Shooter!
DEEKS:
Split up.
DEEKS:
Down!
(man groans)
KENSI:
Stay down.
Stay down.
Let's go!
Turn over.
I got him, Kens.
Deeks!
Yeah?
This place is rigged to blow.
How much time?
I don't see a timer.
They haven't set
a detonator, yet.
All right, let's get him
to Sam and Callen now.
(man grunts, groans)
Clear.
What you mean, "clear"?
You almost got yourself shot.
We told you
to stay in the truck.
Where's the guard?
I'm still plenty fast
for old man.
KENSI (over radio):
Callen, Sam, we're coming in.
Who's this?
We found him rigging
the ship to blow.
Get down.
Where is rest
of crew?
Karposev got to them
before we got here.
Was there woman?
No, there was no woman.
W-What is he doing here?
Told him
to wait in the car.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Where is she?!
Where is my Anna?!
What do you mean
"your Anna"?
She's your daughter.
Yes, Callen.
She is my daughter.
And this man knows
where she is.
SAM:
Where's Karposev?
Where's the girl?
Fine.
He's all yours,
Arkady.
Let's go.
Wait, wait, wait!
Karposev took her with him.
Where?
To Russia.
That's where the auction
for the oil's taking place.
Where is the oil now?
It's gone.
We off-loaded
most of it
onto three smaller
tankers, out at sea.
(laughing):
You'll never find them.
The ships were
never flagged.
Don't know where they're from,
where they're going.
So why'd you bring
the ship back to L.A.?
Where's the rest
of the oil?
The cartels bought the rest.
We were set to
sail the ship
back to sea and blow it
with the oil we kept.
And the world thinks
the oil blew with it.
Makes for an easier sell.
Karposev sells that oil
for $100 million,
he becomes a next-level threat.
My contacts in Russia
can track Karposev,
if only...
you help me find
my daughter Anna.
I don't like it.
Arkady's contacts may be our
best shot at getting Karposev.
Okay.
Find Anna, we find Karposev,
stop the sale.
I hate to admit it,
but we need him.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
CALLEN:
I hope you like vodka.
Tell me, Arkady,
why do they want you dead?
Because I would not give
them their ship back.
What was on the boat?
The only true currency accepted
everywhere in the world.
Oil.
More than $100 million.
That's enough to finance a war.
CALLEN:
One more question.
Who's Anna?
Nice Russian girl.
Any update on
the oil tanker?
Yeah, it's not there.
Weather satellite
couldn't find it.
And the ship's transponder's
been turned off.
I have a hunch this one
isn't quite over with.
(laughter,
dance music pulsating)
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Love it, ladies, love it!
(whoops)
Oh, beautiful.
Work for it.
Show me you
want it, baby.
Show me
you want it-- yes!
Love it, love it.
Yes.
Love it! Beautiful!
Love it.
Wonderful, ladies.
Wonderful!
Now...
into the surf, ladies.
Love it!
Get in the water!
Let's party!
Oh, I love you!
Ay, yi, yi!
What's the problem
now, Lexi?
I-I can't, Sebastian.
Turn the music off!
Come on, Lexi, get into the water.
You're blowing it.
I almost drowned as a kid.
I got a thing about the ocean.
That doesn't even make sense.
You are a swimsuit model.
Or at least you were.
Lexi...
you are not special,
but you are
wasting my time.
Now get your ass into
this water, or get off my set!
There is nothing
in this water that could...
Aah! Aah! Oh!
(yells)
(screams)
(screaming)
(all screaming, shrieking)
♪ NCIS: LA 6x23 ♪
Kolcheck, A.
Original Air Date on May 11, 2015
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ ♪
I just don't get it.
Clearly, you don't understand
the concept of friendship.
I'm the friend
telling you
you're being used
as an ATM machine.
I mean, what is
it for this time?
Real estate? An invention?
A Ponzi scheme?
(Kensi chuckles)
You don't know, do you?
Gentlemen, help me out--
if you have a good friend
that's in a jam and needs
a loan, what do you do?
KENSI: No, no, no, don't
withhold information.
This friend has had
several loans
which he has not
paid back.
How many is "several"?
Three.
How many?
Five.
What was that?
Seven.
Aha, there it is.
If it were me, I'd tell him
the bank is closed.
It depends
what it's for.
But I would establish terms
up front
so there's no pressure
on either of us.
But you should never
lend anything
that you actually expect
to get back.
What was that?
Yeah, what was that?
What was what?
CALLEN: That look.
Was that directed at me?
Well, since you
brought it up.
My night vision goggles,
my stun baton,
my new headphones...
You know those got blown up
in Mexico.
You borrowed them.
They're your responsibility...
You see what I'm saying.
Very difficult.
SAM: That's why it's called
"borrowing" and not a gift.
(whistles)
We got a case, boys.
And girl.
Thank you.
My vintage Rolex.
You wanted that back?
Why wouldn't I
want it back?
It's old.
It's vintage.
Deeks, Deeks.
DEEKS: Yeah.
Uh, d-did you, uh...
did you check out the
business plan for my new app?
I mean, come on,
it's gonna be huge.
Yeah, no, about that,
I-I can't do it, buddy.
You haven't paid back the last
eight outstanding loans.
Loans?
Loans.
Those were equity
investments.
Right, partner?
Come on,
whatever happened
to "if we're not failing,
we're not trying," huh?
Yeah, I know,
that sounds fantastic.
I just, I can't...
I can't do it.
Sorry.
Equity's only gonna
get more expensive.
You're gonna regret this.
I already do.
What?
This body washed up
in Long Beach this morning.
Hands bound,
two gunshots to the chest.
Coast Guard found three more
bodies just like this
two miles off the coast,
same scenario.
They were executed.
Any idea who they are?
Remember Arkady's
missing oil tanker?
This is the crew.
Well, part of it.
So the tanker's been recovered.
No, just the bodies.
So there was either
a mutiny on board,
or someone outside took control
of the ship.
That tanker's carrying
over $100 million in oil.
Whoever stole it wants
to convert it into cash.
Or sail it into the harbor...
and boom.
Brother and sister that
brokered the deal with Arkady?
Yeah, Patrick and Elia Berkeley?
Patrick is being held
until sentencing at
Victorville Penitentiary.
He's charged with
circumventing
U.S. economic sanctions
against Russia.
Okay, what about the sister?
Metro?
Redondo.
Comfort of
her own home.
She did a deal.
Pinned the entire operation
on her brother.
Wow.
Turns out oil's thicker
than blood.
What about Arkady?
We got a bead on him?
Uh, well, the trackers
that Hetty had installed
on his cars indicate
that he's at home.
Well, the bodies aren't
decomposed, yet,
so the ship could still be
in the area.
We've looked
everywhere.
It's like trying to find
a needle in a haystack.
You guys handle
the Berkeleys.
Start with Patrick,
his sister double-crossed him--
he's got nothing to
lose by speaking.
All right.
Might be difficult.
Patrick Berkeley was murdered
this morning.
You're gonna have
to start with Elia.
Better go deliver the bad news.
Think it's related?
Well, it could be just
a prison incident,
or it could be more.
What I do know is
we got a second shot
at finding that oil tanker.
Don't waste it.
You know, that leaves you, me
and your favorite Russian.
Come on, you like him.
A little.
SAM:
Yeah, keep it up.
Little bit?
Awfully quiet.
Where are the guards?
Cars are here.
Still doesn't feel right.
What are you doing?
He rigged his car to explode.
What do you think
he'll do to his house?
If I die because of
Arkady's paranoia,
I deserve it.
(chuckles)
We got to get
in there.
Could be bleeding out
on the kitchen floor.
You don't want me
to check it?
Where's your sense
of adventure?
It's in here.
I just don't want it to splatter
all over the driveway.
Uh-huh.
Good?
Clear.
It's all clear.
If Arkady brokered
the deal for the oil,
there's got to be something
here to lead us to it.
(chuckles)
Impressive.
You got something?
Smile for the camera.
It's a good thing he's paranoid.
SAM: The hell has
he got in there,
blueprints to
the Kremlin?
1-1-3-1.
CALLEN:
He took his passport.
He's skipping town.
SAM:
Why take a taxi?
Think he knows
Hetty's tracking him?
(phone line ringing)
Hey, Callan.
Eric.
Hey, what's up?
What do you got?
Arkady got a taxi
about two hours ago.
See if you can find out where
they dropped him off.
On it.
Yeah.
Well, something definitely
has him freaked out.
He didn't wipe the hard drive
on his security camera here.
SAM:
Gotcha.
SAM: This guy.
(keypad beeping)
Documents, passports...
This could be anything.
SAM:
Is that Resnikov?
His real name is
Hans Schrieber.
Huh.
Like I told you.
It's complicated.
So your old man helped people
escape from Russia.
Yeah.
They sent him
to the Gulag for that.
Guess I'm not the only one
looking for answers.
It's pretty cool,
your dad being a hero.
You got it honest.
What you got?
I'm not sure.
There's nothing in here
to lead us to the oil.
Let's get out of here.
Arkady could be laughing
at us right now.
DEEKS: Elia's still not
picking up her phone.
So the Berkeleys inherit
the family business,
they run it into the ground
and end up economic sanctions.
Slippery slope.
Yeah.
Question is-- why would Elia
testify against her own brother?
Well, you're assuming
they liked each other.
(knocks on door) Well, enough to go
into business together.
Or maybe he told her
to testify against him
to save her,
you know what I mean?
Like a, like a personal
sacrifice; an act of love.
Yeah, I would get that
between a husband and a wife,
but a brother and sister?
(knocking)
Maybe they're both.
Ew!
What?
It makes sense.
Nothing you say makes sense.
Think about this.
This whole criminal empire
is spawned
from the twisted frustration
of forbidden lust.
Wow.
Thank you for that, Mr. Creepy.
That makes sense!
You know what I mean?
She testified.
Okay, I'll give you they don't
both have to go to prison.
Especially if they have business
on the outside.
Right.
Like a hundred-million-dollar
oil tanker.
This is the power
of forbidden lust.
Deeks...
Three, two, one...
(Deeks exhales)
Kens?
(sighs)
We're too late.
So somebody wanted Elia and
her brother out of the way.
DEEKS:
Thank you, Steve. Appreciate it.
STEVE:
You got it.
DEEKS:
Well, the method is consistent
with the way
the oil tanker crew was killed.
This is the second time
somebody's tried to kill her.
This time?
Not so lucky.
What about the hit man
from the Arkady sting
a few weeks ago?
DEEKS:
Nicolai Brantov.
Yeah, Callen thought he was
working for the Russians.
Well, whoever
he was working for,
they obviously haven't
packed up and gone home.
(phone line ringing)
NELL: Kensi, what's
happening with you guys?
Hey, Nell.
Can you find out
exactly who Nikolai Brantov
was working for?
Yeah, no problem.
Great, thank you.
Yeah, I bet money
whoever that is...
has the oil tanker.
Shotgun!
Gotcha.
Did you find the tanker?
Not yet.
If it's been unflagged,
it might be possible, but...
Kaleidoscope
found Arkady's taxi.
GRANGER:
Where?
ERIC: Dropped him off
at a garage in Studio City.
Arkady enters...
And then,
four minutes later...
Dasvidaniya, baby.
Some guys stash burn phones,
Arkady stashes burn vehicles.
Yeah. Insurance on
all those extra cars
must be a nightmare.
(chuckles)
Where is he now?
Uh...
headed west
on Ventura Boulevard.
GRANGER: All right, get that Intel
to Callen and Sam.
Copy that.
And find that tanker
before it shows up 50 yards
off the Santa Monica pier.
(clicks tongue)
Ah, screw it.
(tires screeching)
You idiot!
Classic road rage.
(sighs)
CALLEN: You see that, Sam?
SAM:
Ah...
You know, if I didn't
know any better,
I would think
he wasn't happy to see us.
Always happy to see my guys,
but something tells me
this meeting is
not by chance.
And by "something," I mean
my home surveillance system.
SAM:
Nice truck.
Is it new?
Since I last saw you and
your boss, I seem to have
"bug" infestation.
They're in my cars,
they're in my clothes...
I had to buy a new wardrobe.
New wardrobe.
What is this, polyester?
Egyptian silk.
You like?
Not really.
Of course not.
European cut.
Going to war, Arkady?
Did I not teach you anything
about being prepared?
Mm-hmm.
'Cause you never know
when a bazooka's
gonna come in handy.
What is this?
Looks like worthless old coin.
SAM:
What do you know
about Elia Berkeley's murder?
News to me. Uh...
Sounds like
she's having bad month.
Oh, and her brother Patrick
was murdered in prison
shortly after the crew
from that oil tanker
washed up dead on the beach.
It's been a busy morning.
Somebody is sending message.
Mm-hmm.
Well, maybe you better
come with us.
If this is some kind of pushback
from that oil deal,
you could be next.
Sweet of you to worry,
but if someone
is not trying to kill me,
I'm not doing my job.
You don't have a job.
Your words sting,
but I know
it's because you care.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on.
What's your hurry?
Last time we saw you,
you were begging
for our protection.
And now you want
nothing to do with us.
Don't take it personally.
Or do.
Either way,
I have business to attend to.
Well, the weapons alone
in this truck
are enough to bring him in, Sam.
SAM:
Even worse,
he ran a red light.
Mm-hmm.
Your move, Big Man.
(chuckles)
Always nice to spend time
with comrades.
Lead the way.
Eric, what do you got?
Take a look at this.
(sighs)
I initiated a search
in the visitation system
at Victorville Prison,
see if we could catch a break.
You know, maybe Patrick Berkeley
had a visitor,
or a phone call.
Shot in the dark.
Did you get any hits?
No, we did not.
But I did find something odd.
Three phone calls went out
from a land line
between 3:12 a.m. and 3:42 a.m.
From where, exactly,
inside the prison?
Third floor, "D" block.
Now, there's not a lot
of normal phone
traffic around that time.
You know, a couple...
(clicks tongue)
...booty calls and what not.
But who's making calls
that early in the morning,
from a land line, in prison?
Mr. Marty Deeks?
Uh, prison personnel?
Well, that's not that odd.
Guards working third shifts
keep weird hours. So what?
All right, but add it to the
fact that the call was placed
to a cell phone
at this location.
KENSI:
That's Arkady's address.
It is indeed.
I did a search for
everyone with access to
that land line in "D" Block
and I came up with this guy.
Meet Sergeant
Charles Turner.
Currently a guard
at Victorville
Penitentiary.
But back in '08,
worked security for
one Mr. Arkady Kolcheck.
This could mean Arkady's the one
that put the hit out
on Patrick Berkeley.
We have an address for Turner?
Already in your phones.
Good job. Keep Callen
and Sam in the loop.
Yep.
NELL:
Hey, guys.
You asked if we could find
out anything on the hit man
that tried to take
the Berkeleys out.
Nikolai Brantov?
Unfortunately,
we did.
He was working as a gun
for hire, specializing in
"send a message"-type contracts.
He was busted a year ago
on gun charges.
And guess who bailed him out?
Ivan Karposev?
Yep.
KENSI: This man's a butcher.
Talk about a bad day
getting worse.
Do we even know if
Karposev's in the country?
NELL:
We haven't clocked him yet,
but given
the excessive violence,
it's definitely his style.
Any chance Arkady hired Brantov
away from Karposev?
Very doubtful, Mr. Deeks.
HETTY:
Ivan Karposev
is the kind of man
you don't double-cross
and live to tell the tale.
Karposev tortured and murdered
four federal agents
in a weapons trafficking
sting last year.
He even went so far
as to force an agent
to kill his own men
by lowering them
into a vat of hydrochloric acid.
HETTY:
The man has
no regard for life.
That's why
you'll always be
at a disadvantage with him.
Karposev's after
the oil tanker.
I think the question is...
does he already have it?
Two people associated
with the ship are dead
and Arkady is connected with
at least one of their murders.
Yeah, but we don't know
if Arkady or Karposev
killed Elia Berkeley.
We don't even know
if Karposev is in the mix.
Yeah, but what if he is?
And he has the tanker?
Then a dangerous threat
just got more powerful.
Let's let him sweat.
If Eric and Nell come up
with a concrete link
between Arkady
and Elia Berkeley,
we'll bring the house
down on him.
You see the way he reacted
when I showed him this coin?
Oh, yeah.
I'm going to try
and run it down.
I'm good.
I got this.
Wow.
Pretty nice for a prison guard.
You could afford it
if you weren't being
such a sugar daddy.
What are you talking about?
I gotta keep
my ladybird happy.
Oh, I'm not talking
about myself.
I am referring to the
mooch you call a friend.
Wow. Kind of walked
into that one.
Yes, you did.
See that?
KENSI:
Uh-huh.
KENSI:
Hey. See what I see?
Oh, yeah.
That is the definition
of probable cause.
Mm-hmm.
On three.
One, two, three.
DEEKS:
Clear!
Clear.
Wow.
Turner's got boxes
full of cash
back here, which means he either
likes to make it rain,
or he's hustling on the side.
Deeks?
DEEKS:
Yeah.
(whistles) Looks like Turner's
making a killing
selling contraband
to the inmates.
Captive buyers.
Supply and demand.
TURNER:
Listen up!
I'm a cop and I'm armed!
We're federal agents!
We just want to talk, Turner.
(door opens, rapid footsteps)
He's running.
DEEKS: Split up!
Yep!
(grunting)
Ow!
Deeks, you okay?
Yeah.
Ah... no, I'm fantastic.
(Deeks whoops)
KENSI: All right.
What, are you living out your
pro wrestling fantasy? Huh?
You know,
I'd be lying
if I said that
didn't feel awesome.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
You have a tracking device
on me, too, Hetty?
I was just wondering
why my employee wasn't
on the job.
Law requires that I take
a one-hour lunch
plus two 15 minute
breaks every day.
Well, I'll let it slide,
if we consider
this a working lunch.
That is what I'm trying
to figure out.
Ooh! Vladimir Lenin.
Special edition.
Very rare.
This was minted,
but never circulated.
You know it was rumored
that Lenin was
critical of Russia
in his private life.
Meaning?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Obviously, it meant
something to these people.
And possibly your father.
This whole thing with Arkady
and Hans Schrieber
and my father, I...
Arkady knows more
than he's telling me.
Was I meant to find this?
Anything's possible
with that man.
Don't let the personal get in
the way of the professional,
Mr. Callen.
And if they're
all wrapped up together?
Pray they're not.
What's up?
Thanks.
No problem.
Wow, he's still
out cold, huh?
(laughs):
Are you gloating?
Listen, why don't
you go, uh, distract
the guard with your cleavage?
(quietly):
Really?
I'm gonna use the
defibrillator
to wake him up.
What if
it doesn't work?
What are you talking about?
Your cleavage always works.
(chuckles)
I was talking
about the defibrillator.
Well, then he dies.
And we harvest his organs,
make a killing,
move to Mexico. Ready?
Done.
(defibrillator machine whirring)
All right. Clear!
Wait! Don't.
Oh, look at that--
and the Oscar goes to Turner.
How do you know Arkady Kolcheck?
Who?
Used to work security for him.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
All right, clear!
Wait!
KENSI: You better start
knowing, otherwise
we're gonna jump-start
your memory for you.
Arkady paid me to get some
information from an inmate.
Patrick Berkeley.
Why did you kill him?
I didn't.
I just let some
other inmates in
to press him and...
it went south.
So you did kill him.
What was Arkady looking for?
Listen, Turner,
we know that Berkeley told you
something and you called Arkady.
Hmm.
Wow.
Which gang is more prominent
at Victorville?
Is it the Latin Kings?
Yeah, I think
it's the Latin Kings.
Remember, they got that
big bust recently?
It was, like, 50 kilos
of cocaine on the border?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Congratulations, Turner.
On what?
On your cushy new job
as the librarian
when you become an inmate.
You know,
for snitching to the cops.
You can't do that.
Oh, watch us.
Hey...
so why don't you tell us what
it is that Berkeley told you?
(defibrillator whirring)
Berkeley said
there was a backup
GPS system on some ship.
There's a laptop
pinging its location.
Where?
His sister's house.
If Arkady has that laptop,
he knows where the tanker is.
I'll call Callen and Sam.
Oh, uh...
(clears his throat)
good luck on the inside.
Don't drop that soap!
What if Elia didn't
give up the laptop
and Arkady couldn't find it
before he had to bug off?
It could still be at the house.
It's worth a shot.
Find that laptop,
find the tanker.
Back to Elia's.
I told you last time
I hate this tiny room.
How much longer
do I have to stay here?
As soon as you tell me about
your buddy Charles Turner.
Who is Turner?
Prison guard.
Victorville.
Do I look like I associate
with prison guards?
This prison guard called
your cell phone.
Must've been a wrong number.
The call lasted
three minutes and 22 seconds.
Where is Callen?
He'll be here.
Am I being charged
with something?
I'm busy man.
Due time, due time.
I thought we were friends.
No, Callen and I are friends.
He lets you hang around
because of some ties
to the past.
You're just a source to me.
So if you have somewhere to be,
you're not gonna make it there
unless you start
answering my questions.
Okay.
Ask questions.
Where is the oil tanker?
If I knew, I would tell you.
Where's Elia Berkeley's laptop?
(both chuckling)
(mutters)
Hmm?
(grunts)
Yeah.
(groaning)
Not as fast as you
used to be, Arkady.
This is out of character,
even for you.
You're desperate.
Tell me why.
(groaning)
You need to let me
out of here.
Tell me why.
(grunting)
Suit yourself.
Make yourself comfortable.
You're gonna be here a while.
Elia had to have been trying
to get back in on that oil deal.
Well, she's got a hundred
million reasons to try.
And she obviously didn't know
they were coming after her
or she would've
gone into hiding.
Clearly the Berkeleys
didn't know
who they were getting
in bed with.
Kens!
Get down!
You okay?
(groans, laughs)
My bruises are gonna heal
faster than my hearing.
Did you hit him?
Yeah, I think I winged him.
Car didn't have
any plates on it.
(groans)
(loudly): I said I think
I winged him; the car...
Yeah, I heard you!
Okay, you don't have to,
you don't have to yell about it.
My ears are fine.
(door closes)
Arkady give up anything?
He took a swing at me.
What?!
Can you believe that?
(laughs)
He's pretty spry
for an old guy.
What you gonna do?
I have the distinct feeling that
Arkady's running out of time.
(computer chirps)
Hey, guys.
What do you have, Eric?
Footage of Arkady outside
of Elia Berkeley's house
this morning.
Took me a while to round up all
the neighbor's security footage.
Thank you, Eric.
My pleasure.
Hate to say it,
but it looks like
Arkady took out
Patrick and Elia Berkeley.
Arkady's a broker.
He's not a buyer or a seller.
Maybe he was trying
to put the deal back together,
and someone got
to the Berkeleys first.
The same person
who T-boned Kensi and Deeks?
It's got to be Karposev.
Why would Arkady be so desperate
to get out of here?
He could just kick back,
let us take care of Karposev.
There's got
to be another reason.
You're holding me
against my will.
This is not legal.
Holding a murder suspect
is plenty legal.
Murder? What murder?
No, not just one--
Patrick and Elia Berkeley.
Prison guards kill inmates
all the time.
Had nothing
to do with me.
Doesn't explain Elia.
We have footage
placing you outside her house
before she was murdered.
Elia was alive when I got there,
and when I left.
Where's the laptop?
Better yet, what's on it?
You working with Ivan Karposev?
I thought you guys were supposed
to be smart.
Then why don't you enlighten us?
You want the tanker?
Oh, you know where to find it.
GPS location.
I'll verify it.
We're wasting time.
I know you know what that is.
I saw the same image
on the clippings you gave me
from Hans Schrieber.
We use these coins
to identify refugees wanting
to escape from Russia.
They would
hand them to me...
...and I knew
I could trust them.
Who gave the refugees the coins?
The man on the other end.
My father?
Possibly.
But I cannot say
for sure, Callen.
What happened to
Elia Berkeley?
Karposev didn't want any
complications with the oil sale.
Sadly, Elia was
a complication.
And what about you?
Karposev cannot touch me.
Benefits of being connected.
Prove to me
that you're not just trying
to pin all this Karposev.
I have an associate on the crew.
Check my phone.
Remember the girl?
Anna.
Anna.
Yes.
Karposev sent a video.
She's in danger.
Well, this associate must
be pretty important
for you to stick
your neck out like this.
I am loyal to the people
who work for me.
I don't buy it.
It is true.
You guys all right?
Still in one piece.
Okay, LAPD got a call
about a shooting.
DEEKS:
Wait a minute.
Isn't that the car
that rammed us?
There's Ivan Karposev.
DEEKS:
The Devil himself.
Look at this shoulder--
I knew I winged him.
DEEKS:
Tell me he's not gonna...
Mm-hmm.
(clears throat)
That guy was supposed to find
the laptop and didn't deliver.
This is what happens when you
come back empty-handed.
KENSI:
Arkady didn't kill Elia.
Karposev did.
I'll call the guys.
(anxious gasping)
CALLEN:
He's telling the truth.
Her name's Anna.
If Arkady didn't kill Elia,
he probably didn't kill
Patrick, either.
So I triple-checked Arkady's
GPS coordinates--
it's the middle
of the Sahara Desert.
He's playing us.
No, he's too desperate
to play us.
He's bargaining.
He wants something in return.
It's time to find out
what it is.
It's funny...
coordinates you
gave us put the tanker
in the middle of
the Sahara Desert.
Must have been typo.
Try again.
No typos this time.
No typos...
if you take me with you.
By the time
you find Karposev,
he will have unloaded the oil,
and he will be gone.
And your associate with him.
Does not have to be this way.
Deal?
Deal.
I have your word?
You just have to trust us.
Okay.
Let's do this.
Come on.
ERIC:
Ready when you are.
Latitude: 33.4.
Longitude: 118.2.
That's San Pedro.
Ship's still in port, in L.A.
He stays with the truck.
We had deal.
The deal was we bring you with us.
And we did.
Now the deal is you stay here.
Let's move.
♪ ♪
One, two, three.
KENSI: Must be
the remaining crew members.
Deeks, $100 million in oil is
about a million barrels, right?
I mean, I don't have
my Acme oil converter,
but according to Eric and Nell,
yeah, that's about right.
KENSI: There's only
97 barrels here.
That means
we're too late.
Callen, Sam, Karposev's
already moved the oil.
Shooter!
DEEKS:
Split up.
DEEKS:
Down!
(man groans)
KENSI:
Stay down.
Stay down.
Let's go!
Turn over.
I got him, Kens.
Deeks!
Yeah?
This place is rigged to blow.
How much time?
I don't see a timer.
They haven't set
a detonator, yet.
All right, let's get him
to Sam and Callen now.
(man grunts, groans)
Clear.
What you mean, "clear"?
You almost got yourself shot.
We told you
to stay in the truck.
Where's the guard?
I'm still plenty fast
for old man.
KENSI (over radio):
Callen, Sam, we're coming in.
Who's this?
We found him rigging
the ship to blow.
Get down.
Where is rest
of crew?
Karposev got to them
before we got here.
Was there woman?
No, there was no woman.
W-What is he doing here?
Told him
to wait in the car.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Where is she?!
Where is my Anna?!
What do you mean
"your Anna"?
She's your daughter.
Yes, Callen.
She is my daughter.
And this man knows
where she is.
SAM:
Where's Karposev?
Where's the girl?
Fine.
He's all yours,
Arkady.
Let's go.
Wait, wait, wait!
Karposev took her with him.
Where?
To Russia.
That's where the auction
for the oil's taking place.
Where is the oil now?
It's gone.
We off-loaded
most of it
onto three smaller
tankers, out at sea.
(laughing):
You'll never find them.
The ships were
never flagged.
Don't know where they're from,
where they're going.
So why'd you bring
the ship back to L.A.?
Where's the rest
of the oil?
The cartels bought the rest.
We were set to
sail the ship
back to sea and blow it
with the oil we kept.
And the world thinks
the oil blew with it.
Makes for an easier sell.
Karposev sells that oil
for $100 million,
he becomes a next-level threat.
My contacts in Russia
can track Karposev,
if only...
you help me find
my daughter Anna.
I don't like it.
Arkady's contacts may be our
best shot at getting Karposev.
Okay.
Find Anna, we find Karposev,
stop the sale.
I hate to admit it,
but we need him.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
CALLEN:
I hope you like vodka.