NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 7, Episode 13 - Angels & Daemons - full transcript

The team investigates the murder of a tech entrepreneur turned venture capitalist who secretly developed a computer program that allows for undetectable data collection.

♪ ♪

Gentlemen,

welcome aboard.

We had quite the haul today.

Yellowtail, rockfish,

even some tuna,
and it's not even the season.

I hope you pulled more
from that water than just fish.

It was anchored right where
you told me it would be.

Voilà.
Go ahead, taste it.

You're lucky
the sharks didn't.

I hope you brought
my cash.



Now, we only ran
into one problem.

What's that?
I ain't no fisherman.

Feds!
Hold it!

Freeze!
Federal agents!

Damn it, Reynolds.

That's our evidence.

Yeah, I'm good, boss,

thanks a lot.

Oh, what the hell?

We got a body.

You'd better
call someone.

LA 7x13 ♪
Angels & Daemons
Original Air Date on January 18, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

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I mean, a phone call
would've been nice.

A text.

Hell, an-an e-mail, just so I'd
know you tried to contact me.

Good morning?

We carpool to work.

Today you weren't home.
I'm already here.

I know that. Now.

I took my own car.
Didn't want to wake you.

It was very early.

What's so important
you had to come in early?

Nothing.

Really?
Really.

I thought we
talked about this, G.

I promise you I will
send you a text next time.

I'm talking about you
returning to old habits.

Keeping things
from the team, from me.

Going rogue.

Callen's going rogue again?
Oh, nice,

can I shadow you? It's
the only way I'll learn.

Not going rogue.
I actually came to work early,

which is literally
the opposite of going rogue.

What's in the file, G?

Why are you making
this a thing?

Is it a thing?
It's not a thing,

but you're making it one.

You guys sound like
an old married couple.

Ooh, smooth, Kensilina.

Garret Odell.
Who's Garret Odell?

He's no one. He's clean.

But ever since
our names

were leaked last year,
I have made a point

of trying to keep tabs on
new people that enter our lives.

So whose life
is he entering into?

Attorney, divorced.

One child,
six years old.

Who goes to McCadden Elementary.
Hmm.

Joelle's school.

Now it's a thing.

Whoa.
This guy's dating Joelle?

No, I stopped by her house
to drop some things off,

they were having dinner, okay?

You guys broke up, like, a month
ago? I mean, that's fast.

That's too fast. This man
has a right to be suspicious.

I think the word is “jealous.”

I broke up with her, remember?

Look, I don't need
to defend myself, okay?

I was looking out for her
and for the team, case closed.

You know what they say,

when Callen closes a case,

Eric Beale-- he opens a window.

To another case.

Ooh, that sounded
better in my head.

Granger wants you in Ops.

There's your file.

We done with this thing?

I mean, if you say it's not
a thing, it's not a thing.

It's not a thing.

Unless you don't
realize it's a thing.

You keep that up,
we're gonna have a thing.

Early this morning,
the coast guard pulled the body

of Larry Overson
from the marina.

Overson?
I know that name.

Not only do I know his
name, I read his book.

You listened to his book on tape
on the way to work,

which means
I had to listen to it.

If you want out of the car pool,
just let me know.

Okay, guys,

I don't know the name, so...

Larry Overson is
the tech entrepreneur

who founded the antivirus
company OverGuard

and then sold it
for nearly a billion dollars.

He then parlayed that cash

into a successful
venture capital fund.

He was
what's known as

an angel investor, providing

seed money to tech and
Internet start-ups.

He wrote a book

about what it takes
to run a successful business

and how to adapt
to changing markets.

He had good instincts.

He was a little full of himself.

Do you have a billion dollars?

I don't need a billion dollars.

What's going on with these two?

They're just having a thing.

Sorry I asked.

Anyway, before he
was an angel investor,

Overson was in the navy.

He was assigned to the
National Security Agency,

where he was instrumental
in developing

part of their
mass data collection program.

Now, that I didn't read
in the book.

It was highly
classified,

and for that reason,
SECNAV has tasked us

to investigate his murder.

We got a crime scene?

We do.
Overson's boat.

Tied up in basin G
of the marina.

CGIS is coordinating

the forensic investigation,
but no suspects so far.

The last phone call Overson
made was to former lieutenant

Mark Powell. Now, they
worked together at the NSA

and, by all accounts, they were
best friends. Until Powell sued

Overson for a
share of OverGuard,

claiming that they developed
the software together.

Powell lost the case

along with a lot of money
in attorney's fees.

Which is probably
why he's been living

out of his car for
the last month.

It was last seen entering a
vacant lot in Westchester.

All right, we'll check out
Powell. You two search the boat,

bring Nell with you.
Chances are,

Overson's got a pretty serious
alarm system on board.

You've got the Conn,

Mr. Beale.

Sounds promising.

All right, thanks, great,
thank you, Eric, bye.

What do we know?

So Eric spoke to Overson's
office back in San Jose.

It seems he sailed
down last week

to meet with several tech
companies here at Silicon Beach.

Did you say Silicone Beach?
'Cause that sounds amazing.

We should probably go there,

maybe do
some covert surveillance.

Yeah? Maybe I tell your
girlfriend you said that.

Mm-mm, no,
don't tell her that.

Silicon Beach,
much like Silicon Valley.

It's what they're calling
the new tech start-up scene

here in L.A.
Overson was meeting

with these companies
to consider investing.

Well, if he denied one of them,
that's motive right there.

Well, Eric is accessing
his calendar

to find this list of companies.

Nellasaurus, what do you got--
anything from the cameras?

That's a no-go. Overson
had the cloud backup disabled.

I'm guessing he didn't want his
former employer spying on him.

Okay, so where
did the feed go?

To his laptop,
which... is also missing.

Well, Overson went in the water.
Maybe the laptop did, too.

We should get the coast guard
to search the surrounding waters.

Yup. That sounds like
a great idea.

Oh, hey, you okay?

Guys, I don't do
so well with boats.

It's the rocking

and then the stomach.

It's not the best combination.
You do realize

that, uh, you're an NCIS agent.

Where the “N”
stands for “naval”.

I don't mean, like,
a belly button kind.

Oh. Thanks, Captain Obvious.

I think navy ships
are a little bit bigger.

Where you going, Gilligan?
Pretty sure marina security isn't

as cautious
with their cameras.

The “I” is for “investigative.”

Oh, wow,
and “S”

stands for “show-off.”
Well played.

I'll collect the video
and bring it back to Ops.

You're welcome.

All right, Eric just sent
the list of companies.

We are going to
Silicon Beach.

God, it'd be so much more fun

if they just added
the “E” at the end.

Powell's car.

Pretty sure I've
lived in worse.

That was by choice,
not necessity.

No one's home.

And it's unlocked.

I'm guessing he
left in a hurry.

How was this guy ever
in the navy?

Looks like Kensi's desk
back here.

I think I know why Eric
can't trace his cell phone.

He smashed it.

SIM card's gone.

So's his stuff.

I don't think he's coming back.

Hey, Callen.

Eric, Powell's gone,
and he smashed his cell phone.

Why don't you start checking

local cameras,
see if you can find him.

Well, we've got him
on at least one camera already.

Nell found security footage
of Powell at the marina.

I'm sending it to
your phone now.

The time code matches up with
the medical examiner's estimate

of Overson's time of death.

Powell was there.

What's a little murder
between friends?

Miles, you're gonna be
late for the meeting.

I'm on my way down.

So what am I looking at,
exactly?

It's a Flibbit. It's a
social networking app

that allows
anonymous posting.

When I swipe it here,

it reveals the hidden
message. In this one,

the user's expressing irritation
with a co-worker.

But it could just as easily be

the sharing of a secret,
a declaration of love,

even a political statement.
But again, all anonymous.

And Larry Overson
was interested?

Yeah. So were we,

and I don't just mean his money.

Larry is...

He was, um...

a real inspiration.

Sorry.

No, take your time.

So, it seems Flibbit was
really successful already--

why did you guys
need more money?

We always need more.

We won't see profit
for at least another few years.

And since we provide
Flibbit ad-free,

we're already looking to
the next round of funding.

I hate talking about money
at a time like this,

but we really needed
Larry's investment.

I'm sorry to change
the subject,

Who's that guy
in the suit?

That's Vincent,
our new head of security.

Military veteran?

No. Not that I know of.

But we should really
hire some. Do our part.

Mm.

Remind me to hire
military veterans.

Okay, I'll remind you.

I think that's
a great idea.

Very efficient.

Explain it to me, exactly.

We'll be the first on-demand
butler service for pets.

Get it? Muttler.
It's called Muttler.

Yeah, no, I get it.
It's-it's really clever.

Um, just seems like a
pretty narrow market.

30% of Los Angeles
households have pets.

That's, like, a million people.

I bet you have a pet.

A dog. Monty.

Does Monty have a butler?

No. No, he does not.

So Larry Overson wanted
to invest in the start-up?

We, uh... we pitched him,
but ultimately

Larry decided it wasn't
the right investment for him.

Being denied by Larry-- I mean,
that must have been tough.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

To have your hero tell you no?
Doesn't feel very good.

But then I remembered
what he said in his book.

“To be a success,

you need one yes
and a million noes.”

So I'm confident
I'm gonna get my yes.

Okay, all right.
Just one other thing.

Do you always
take time off

in the middle of the
workday to go surfing?

Oh, no, we're not
taking time off work.

This is our weekly
board meeting.

You get it? Board meeting.

Yeah. No, I got it.
Still very clever.

All right, brother.
Good luck with that.

Let's go!

Wow. So, what do we know?

Interviewed four companies,
and the only one

that Overson invested
in was an app

that finds the nearest
public restroom.

I'm telling you, this is not
the Venice I grew up in.

Although I'm not getting
a murder vibe from anybody.

And from Callen and Sam,

Overson's friend
Powell is on the run.

So how many have we got left?

Uh, three, all of which are
valued in the tens of millions.

God. See, you know what?

If Silicon Beach was around
when I was younger,

I'm pretty sure
I would have crushed it.

I'm pretty sure
you would have crashed it.

But I am an idea man.
You know this about me.

I do, but not necessarily for
complex computer programs.

Yeah, but I'd just
hire those people.

I'd have, like,
an army of Beales

toiling away in the data mine.

And what are you doing
in the meantime? Just surfing?

Yeah, it's called
a board meeting,

and it's very professional.

Wow. Three more
stops. Let's go.

You know what? I'm thinking
about getting Monty a butler.

You are Monty's butler.

Oh, yeah.

What have we got?

We found Powell.

He boarded Metro Local 248
half an hour ago,

headed to Long Beach.

And one of its last stops
would leave him four blocks

from the Metro Station.

From there, he could make
it to San Diego.

From San Diego to Mexico.

Mexico... the world.

Sorry. If you leave now,
you can catch him in Long Beach.

Hey, buddy, can I borrow
some change for the bus?

No. Sorry.
Can I borrow your phone?

I got to tell my boss I'm gonna
be a little late for work.

No, no phone.

No phone? Who
doesn't have a phone these days?

Everyone's got a phone.
Oh, don't you remember?

He smashed his
so we couldn't track him.

That's right.
Right around the same time

his old navy buddy,
Larry Overson, was murdered.

Mark, we're federal agents.

That hurt?

Looks like you've been
in a fight recently.

Gonna ask you a few questions
about that.

I'm not saying anything
without my lawyer.

Let's go.

Got to say, it is
really tempting

to just turn
that sound back on.

That would be an
invasion of privacy.

I know how important
privacy is to you.

You cannot tell me
that you don't check

on people who enter
your family's life.

Joelle isn't in your life
anymore.

But apparently
she's still in your thoughts.

Oh, you read minds now? What
color am I thinking of, huh?

I'm just trying to make sure
you're not crossing a line, G.

I'm not crossing any line,
but it sure feels like

you're invading my privacy.

Okay.

We're ready.

Blue.

That was the color,
wasn't it?

Oh, it was
definitely blue.

It'll be okay.

How the ribs doing?
Still hurt?

Out of curiosity,
isn't this the same lawyer

that lost your suit
against, uh, Overson?

Gentlemen, is that really
pertinent to the matter at hand?

That'd be a yes.

You know, intellectual property
law doesn't exactly qualify you

for a murder case.

I didn't kill Larry.
You've got bruises

on your face and
your abdomen.

Larry Overson's body also
showed signs of a struggle.

And we have you on video
leaving the marina

around the time of his death.

I didn't say I wasn't there.

I said I didn't kill him.

When Larry and I were at the NSA...
Mark, stop.

I advise you not to speak
about that.

No, I'm not gonna hide it
anymore.

I don't care
what the punishment is.

Okay. Uh, I think you're right,
Agent Hanna.

I am...
I'm out of my depth. Uh...

Uh, I'm afraid

I can't represent you,
Mark. I'm sorry.

I'll just let myself out.
Yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

Ah, to hell with it.

What did lawyers ever get me?

We're listening.

When Larry and I were
at the NSA,

it was our job to innovate.

Create new tools
for cyber warfare.

We made something, a daemon.

It's a computer program

that runs in the background
of a system.

That's right.

But unlike other daemons, ours
was completely undetectable.

And it was around that same
time, we started to find out

just what the NSA was doing

with the other tools
we were giving them.

You mean mass data collection.
I mean spying.

On American citizens.

And that crossed a line.

Larry and I decided

that the potential
for abuse was too great.

So we mutually agreed not to
tell the NSA about our daemon.

You developed it at the NSA,

so it's considered
classified defense material.

You violated the Espionage Act.

Which is why I was running.

I thought
Larry had turned me in.

He broke the law, too.
Why would you think that?

Because last night,
Larry called me.

He said he wanted
to meet on his boat.

I thought he was finally going
to apologize

for cutting me out of OverGuard.

Instead, he accuses me
of selling our daemon.

After all that he put me
through, so, yeah,

I got mad and we fought,

but when I left, he was alive.

Why did he think
you sold the daemon?

He said he found it hidden in
the code of a smart phone app.

An app from one of the companies
he was interested in.

Which company?

What-what was the app?

I don't know.

I think he wanted me to say it
to confirm his suspicion,

but, listen, I've had my money
trouble the last few years,

but this is a line
I would never cross.

Someone else must have gotten
their hands on the daemon.

If used effectively,

our daemon would provide
an untraceable, all-access pass

to the digital secrets
of anyone who had the app.

You believe him?

It's not a bad story.
It gets him off the hook.

And it's not too far-fetched.

Foreign intelligence agencies
have been trying

to infiltrate American
tech companies for years.

We'll continue to hold Powell,
but regardless of whether or not

his story is true,
we need to investigate.

Imagine if someone put
this daemon into Twitter.

Millions would be compromised.

Data thieves, terrorists,
enemies of state--

they would all kill
for that kind of access.

So would we.

While he was visiting
Silicon Beach,

Overson met with seven
different tech companies,

but based on Kensi's
and Deeks' interviews,

we know he was really
only interested in two.

One of 'em's just a start-up.

They haven't released
their app yet.

And if what Powell
says is true,

the daemon is worthless
if it's not on anyone's phone.

Which leaves
Flibbit.

After only 16 months
of operation, they already have

over 20 million users.

That's a large pool
of data to draw from.

Perfect place
to hide the daemon.

And we may have
our first suspect.

Vincent Lee,

Flibbit's new head of security.

I noticed him immediately.

For one, the other companies

didn't even have
a security guard,

but he was armed,
always alert.

I thought he might
be military.

But he's not
one of ours.

In fact, Vincent Lee
barely exists.

His work experience,
his schooling--

it all looks great
on his résumé.

But we double-checked
his sources, nothing tracked.

Even the phone numbers
he used for references

have been
deactivated.

Yeah, they're covers.

When Flibbit called
to check on Lee,

they got someone who was
assigned to verify his backstop.

Okay.

So, if we assume Lee has
the daemon,

who's he working for?

I wish I could
tell you.

Well, I may know
someone who can.

Wilson Rowe.

Powell's lawyer?

If Powell didn't
sell the daemon,

then someone else obviously did.

Someone close to Powell.

And Rowe recently converted
a lot of money from bitcoin,

the preferred currency
of cyber criminals everywhere.

Rowe did make
a quick exit

once Powell started
talking about the daemon.

Talk to Powell.

Find out if his lawyer knew
about the daemon before today.

Got it.

Done.

G...

We can't just
shut down Flibbit

based on the word
of a suspected murderer

and a doctored résumé.

We need to go undercover.

Uh, guys, guys...

Hey, if I can just, um, put
in a little plug for myself.

Um, I'm an expert coder,
I know the language,

I'm already dressed
for the part.

There is literally no one
more qualified for this mission.

Yep. There is one problem.

Yeah, there's,
there's no problem.

Don't-don't listen to her.

I am your guy.

Put me in, Coach.

Flibbit isn't
hiring coders.

In fact,
they're not hiring anyone.

I'm sorry, Mr. Beale.

But I'm afraid
I must agree with Ms. Jones.

But, Hetty...
they have a slide.

The only way we
get in Flibbit

is exactly
what got

Mr. Overson through the door.

Money.

A lot of it.

Gentlemen, prepare to make

the fastest billion in history.

That greedy bastard.

Why didn't I think of it?

So you discussed the daemon
with your lawyer?

During my OverGuard
lawsuit two years ago,

Rowe and I were looking
to discredit Larry.

I mentioned it.

Mentioning doesn't

give Rowe access to a powerful

computer code, though.
No.

But giving him access

to all my computer files
for the suit does.

Wait a minute.
So the daemon

was still in your files?

Why wouldn't
you wipe that?

It was stupid,

I know, but I...

I was proud of it.

I never would have
sold the daemon,

but that didn't mean
I couldn't admire it.

Kens.

Eric, we're gonna need
a location on Wilson Rowe.

Copy.

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Who put a desk here?

Huh?

Did... did you put
this desk here?

I'm just...
Look. It's called an “open floor plan”

because there needs to be
a clear path from the entrance

to the bullpen.

Is that a slide?

I love this slide.
Almost makes up for the desk.

But you still got to move it.

Um... okay,

Now.
I'll try, but here's the thing...

Miles, stop.

Can I help you?
Ignore him.

We're here to meet
Jessica Moore.

Is she expecting you?

“Is she expecting you?”
Who-who are you?

That's Austin Chopra,
Flibbit's lead programmer.

You said he did good work.
I did say that.

I did say that.

We want to meet with you,
too, Austin.

I'm Samuel Wright.
This is Curtis Williams.

Please tell Jessica

that we want nothing more

than to see her company
rival Snapchat,

and we've got the cash
that can make it happen.

I'd like to ride the slide.

Nice! Flibbit's checking out
Callen and Sam.

How much money
did you backstop them?

Uh, just under
a billion dollars.

You think that
should be enough, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, that should be enough.

See, the tricky part was making
Callen and Sam impressive,

but not so impressive
that Flibbit goes,

“Hey, why have we never heard
of these guys?”

So I tapped into an
oversaturated yet popular market

with the coders.

Check it out.

You invented an energy drink?
No, no.

Callen and Sam did.

Oh. Right.
It's not yet legal

in the States, but it's
taking Eastern Europe by storm.

Geez, what's going on
back there, MacGyver?

All right,
all right. Sorry.

All done.
I am now officially...

air-gapped.

I am no longer connected
to any NCIS servers.

Now I can analyze
the Flibbit app

without worrying
about that pesky daemon.

Nice, Beale.
Yeah.

If it's there, I'm gonna find it.

Whoa. Just got a hit

on our lawyer's Porsche.

Wilson Rowe is in Venice.

I'll tell Kensi and Deeks.

It's nice to
meet you...

Mr. Wright?
Sam Wright.

Mr. Williams.
How you doing?

Good. I just wish you'd
given us some warning.

Well, we like
to arrive unannounced

so we can see the business
in its natural,

undisturbed state.
Well, not that we

don't welcome your interest,
but I assume you heard

about Larry Overson?
We did,

and we have no intention of
taking advantage of a tragedy.

Oh, no, I didn't mean it
like that. I...

But, to be blunt--

may he rest in peace--

Larry was a start-up guy.

Definitely a needle mover,

but the kind of guy
that would take a company

from, say, zero to 30 mil
in under a year.

Flibbit's not a
start-up anymore.

The way we see it,
you need guys that can take it

from zero to 60, 80, 200 mph.

That's us.

We break
the needle off.

Off.

That, uh...
all sounds great.

May I speak with you a moment?

Excuse me.
Sure.

You knew Larry.

You don't know us.

We understand
that, Jessica.

But you and I aren't
that different.

In fact, we're
very much alike.

Now, when Curtis and I walk
into a room, in this industry,

who do you think
they automatically

assume is in charge?

Who do they try
to impress?

It's not the black guy.

Just this week,
I met with about

a dozen companies.

You're the first woman
at the table.

You're also the
most successful.

When they look at you,

they see easy money.

When I look at you,

I see someone
just like me.

Someone who worked hard...

to get all of this.

And we intend to honor that
by working just as hard.

So, where do we start?

I'd like to take a look
at the product.

Of course. We have a big update
coming out tonight.

Very exciting.
Austin, will you show them?

Happy to.
Great.

See you down below.
All right.

You know, code's not really
my thing, but I'd love a tour.

Uh, follow me.
Okay.

Oh. Vincent.
Uh, this is

our head of security.
Vincent, Sam Wright.

Can never have
too much security.

Imagine you guys take in

a lot of sensitive personal data.
It's in good hands.

Right. With a firm grip.

It's nice to meet you

Nice to meet you, too.
Excuse me.

All right.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh! Beat ya!

♪ ♪

There's our lawyer's car.

And there's our lawyer.

He looks grumpy.

Hmm.
You know what he needs?

What?
Puppies.

Puppies?
Puppies at a push of a button.

You're feeling blue,
you pull up the app,

30 minutes later...

you got puppies.
That's your idea?

That's my idea!
It's great, huh?

Already exists.
What, really? A puppy app?

And kittens. Already exists.
Seriously?

Mm-hmm.

How about an old dog
with bad flatulence?

'Cause Monty's available.

Deeks.
Get down!

Everybody get down!

Kensi, you see
where that shot came from?

No. Nell, we need backup

and an ambulance--
Rowe's been shot.

Son of a bitch!

What do you got, Eric?

After Rowe left Powell

at the boatshed,
he texted someone.

They told him
to meet them at the beach.

Who was Rowe on the phone
with when he got shot?

Same number.

But it was scrambled by a pro.

I can't trace it.

So after he spoke
to Powell,

Rowe must have
started to suspect

that whoever he sold
the daemon to killed Overson.

Yeah, but in that case,
you don't call the killer.

That's like painting
a target on your back.

Unless Rowe
had Overson shot.

In which case
he knew the killer.

And they don't want him talking
to federal agents. Eric?

Copy. We'll look through Rowe's
client list and contacts.

Any luck?
Well, to the west,

it's all ocean, so obviously
the shot came from the east.

Unless you got a shark
with a rifle.

That's funny. Well,
I heard the rifle report

about two seconds
after Rowe was hit.

Sound travels
at 332 meters per second.

Your average bullet is
about twice that speed.

God, I love it when you talk math.
So to calculate

the distance of the shot,
we have to multiply

those two speeds
by the two-second time gap,

Mmm, yeah.
dividing it by the difference

between those speeds.

I'm right there with you.
What do you got?

I'm looking at a vantage point
of... just over half a mile.

Whoa.

Like that, through
those buildings.

The Flibbit building?

Yep.
Oh, wow.

I'll call Sam.
Yeah.

The more I think about it,

I think that should be
just fine, so, um,

just shoot me something.
Yeah.

Okay, thank you. Remind me
to set a meeting with Design...

Sam, we think the shot
came from your location.

I'm on it.

Okay, I'll remind you.

Um... did I see
a bathroom back this way?

Oh, yeah, right
near the end.

Oh, thank you.
Sure.

Nell, what's the head
of security's location?

Okay, I'm pulling up
the tracker data.

He's on the roof, Sam.

I'm sending you the info now.

Stay there!

Put your hands on your head!

You are not
a venture capital investor.

You're not a security guard.

You didn't learn to fight
like that in the gym.

Start talking.

That's not how we operate.

You might as well
just shoot me.

That's not how we operate.

Where's your weapon?

You already have my gun.

Your sniper rifle--

where is it?

Sniper rifle?

You weren't on the roof
20 minutes ago.

You couldn't have
taken the shot.

Who was shot?

You want me to answer
your questions,

you better start
by answering mine.

Who are you?

My name is Noam Haber,

Israeli Mossad.

What the hell are you doing
on U.S. soil?

Get up!

I'm tracking an undercover agent

for Pakistan's
Inter-Services Intelligence.

We believe he's responsible
for cyber attacks

against Israel.

20 minutes ago, the rooftop
security cameras went out.

I came up to check.

I thought you lured me here.

Do I look Pakistani to you?

I'm NCIS.

You and me are supposed
to be on the same side.

Keep your hands up.

Who's the ISI agent?

Austin Chopra, lead programmer.

Chopra's been with my partner
the entire time.

Means he could have a partner.

And this...
is Flibbit in the raw.

Ah, that's beautiful.

Okay.

Callen, for me
to access their system,

I need you to get your phone

as close to the processor
as you can.

You know what?

I got to Instagram this.

Let's make this selfie
an “ussie.”

I'm sorry, I can't let you
post a photo of that.

It's confidential.

They're not nuclear codes.

Sorry.

Okay.

No photos.

Guess I know who the fun one
around here is.

I'm in.

It looks like he's only
showing you the bare minimum.

I'm gonna have
to dig a little deeper.

You sure this
is everything?

It's my code.

I'm sure.

I'd like to take it
home to review it.

I'm sorry.
I can't let you do that, either.

Did Larry Overson
get this kind of treatment?

If Jessica made an exception
for Larry,

you'd have to talk to her
about that.

Talk to me about what?

Um, seem to have lost your
colleague. Have you seen him?

Right here.

Had to make another call.

We have a problem
in our beverage factory.

We need to go.

Thank you for letting us
poke around.

We'll be in touch.

You dropped
this upstairs.

This is ISI Agent Austin Chopra.

From the security footage
provided by the Mossad agent,

we've identified one other
potential ISI agent

inside Flibbit.

Batool Shah, another programmer,

who was close to the
rooftop stairwell

prior to Rowe's
murder.

Now, her Flibbit account
is filled with posts

about her love of the keytar.

A dismantled rifle
would fit nicely into that case.

It's a brilliant cover.
I guarantee

no one's ever asked her
to bust out her keytar.

Shah also

used to work for Babur Jilani,

a Pakistani businessman

and former client
of the late Wilson Rowe.

So Rowe sells
the daemon to Jilani,

whose business is an ISI front.

ISI activates their network,
they code it into the app.

See, that's
the odd part.

Eric analyzed the app this
afternoon, and he couldn't find

the daemon anywhere.

That's because it wasn't
in the app this afternoon.

It wasn't even in the code
they showed Callen,

but I was able to dig deeper,
and I found it.

The daemon is in Flibbit's
automatic app update.

The one scheduled tonight?

Except they jumped the gun.

It started uploading
to users' phones 20 minutes ago.

So what does that mean exactly?

Well, while I was in the system,

I managed to pull a list
of Flibbit's users,

all 23 million.

Some of them are senators,
CEOs, active military.

ISI could use that data

to blackmail politicians,
force policy change.

Steal inside information.

Crash the market.

Or sell
our troop movements

to terrorist groups
around the world.

If we don't stop this data flow,

we could be looking
at a disaster

of international proportions.

We know that the government
and military officials

who use the app have
been compromised.

The data the daemon
is stealing will be stored

on Flibbit's on-site servers.

Once they isolate
the valuable Intel,

they'll need to get it
back to ISI.

They wouldn't take a chance
sending it over a network.

So they'd need to
send it physically.

External hard drive
would do the trick.

We've been monitoring
the building,

and fortunately no one's
left since the update.

We need
to secure the data

before they hand it
over to Pakistan.

And we got to deal

with the two ISI agents.

Yeah, at the
very least.

Those two agents
didn't even raise a red flag

when we did
our initial background.

There very well could be more.

But most
of the employees

are innocent,
so if we go in weapons hot,

it could get messy.

Well, we got a man
on the inside-- Haber.

We don't usually get much
cooperation from Mossad,

but they've confirmed
Haber is one of theirs.

And I think Israel
hates ISI enough

to put tradecraft aside
for one night.

We get Haber to
set off the fire alarm,

innocent employees
should evacuate.

ISI agents will stay
to protect the data.

Send Haber
a message with the plan.

Yeah.

And don't let that data
out of the building.

♪ ♪

We're here, Eric.

Fire alarm should
have gone off by now.

Nothing yet.

We're watching security
footage from Flibbit.

Haber is nowhere
to be seen.

We can't wait.

You need to secure
that data.

Where are you going?

Plan B.

Now we're a go.

Plan B,
smoke grenade. I like it.

On your knees!

On your knees!
Hands on your head!

Federal agents!
On your knees!

Hands on your head!
What is going on?!

Hands on your head!

Fire alarm is off.

Don't move.

She's good.

Get down!

Let me see your hands!
Let...

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Let me see your hands!

My God! Miles!

Clear!
Server's on the second floor.

Stay with Jessica.

♪ ♪

Don't move.

So sorry your friend
didn't get the message.

But once I caught him
exporting security footage

to an outside IP address...

You released the update early.

You got to adapt
to survive.

All bubbles eventually
burst, right?

You're about to find
that out firsthand.

You come any closer,
I'll kill him.

We got men downstairs--
you're not going anywhere.

Take him!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

So your lawyer sold the daemon

to a Pakistani businessman
by the name of Babur Jilani.

Who actually
works for ISI.

And we took out three
of their agents inside Flibbit.

Wow.

So Larry was right.

And he paid for it
with his life.

So, um, does...

does the NSA still want
to press charges against me

for hiding the daemon?

That's actually gonna be
the least of your problems.

You see,
the thing is,

those ISI agents
were nowhere near

Overson's boat last night.

Maybe there were
more than three.

Maybe.

Or maybe you threw

Overson's laptop
into the marina.

And maybe
the coast guard

fished it out
a couple hours ago.

And maybe Overson

waterproofed his hard drive.

Because he did use it

in a boat after all.

And our people
were successful

at pulling
his security video.

Well, look at that.

Are you kidding me?!

Let's get out of here, man!

And when we searched
your lawyer's office,

we found that he'd kept
secret recordings--

discussions with you
about how to sell the daemon.

Pretty fantastic plan, really--
you're cooperative,

having us chase ISI
around all day long.

And telling us

just the right amount of truth
to hide the lies.

And yet here we are.

I knew that we were selling
the daemon to ISI,

but I didn't know what they
were gonna do with it,

that it would end
up at Flibbit.

Of course the great
Larry Overson had to find it,

had to ruin it.

As if he already hadn't
ruined my life enough.

In one more month,

I would have started to see
some of the money from the sale.

One more month,
and I would have been gone.

So you, uh, swinging by
Joelle's again tonight?

Did you find something
else to return to her?

This is still a thing
for you, isn't it?

I know you said
you let her go,

but you were with
Joelle two years.

That's not nothing, G.
No.

No, it's not.

Look, maybe I was... jealous.

Garret Odell,
I mean, he's...

he's a handsome guy.

He's got a kid, which I know
Joelle wants, and...

I guess I thought

that maybe at some point
I might be...

the guy.

I even bought
a ring.

I had the whole thing
planned out.

This restaurant that we'd always go to...
All right, stop.

Are you done telling me what
you think I want to hear?

What do you want
to hear, Sam?

I just want to hear you're
good and you have no regrets.

Of course I've got regrets.
Joelle is amazing, but...

she's just not right for me.

Doesn't mean someone else
out there isn't.

Well, it doesn't mean
that I'm looking.

Need a ride home?

I drove my car,
remember?

Ah, you can drive
your car tomorrow.

We've wasted all day
talking about this thing.

I mean, you know, we
didn't get a chance

to talk about
anything else.

What else do we have
to talk about?

You know what, take
your own damn car home.

What else we have to talk about?
Nothing.

You want to guess
what color I'm thinking again?

Translucent.

I'll give you a hint.
I don't want a hint.

I don't need a hint.

Pakistan is denying

that the people we took down
are agents of ISI.

I would expect
nothing less.

But they're still in
possession of the daemon.

And now so are we,
as we should have been

as soon as Powell
and Overson created it.

Anyway, now that we know
what to look for,

we can stop the daemon
from being used as a weapon.

Until the next new
thing comes along

and we start the fight
all over again.

Don't pretend
you don't love it, Henrietta.

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