NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 7, Episode 6 - Unspoken - full transcript

MAN:
Your product, gentlemen.

I'll test it.
Give me a minute, boss.

You're the expert.

I can use the time
to count the money.

Two million.

In full.

It's real.

So is this.

Binetex.
Small mass,

very big bang.

We are done here.



It was supposed to be 50 pounds.

Where's the rest of it?

You can keep the car.

It's in
the trunk.

Let's go!

Put the case down.

Let me guess,

your man checked the car.

Put the money down

and be thankful
we're letting you

walk away.

(shouts)

(gunshots continue)

(grunts)



Cover me!

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(panting)

(beeping)

♪ NCIS: LA 7x06 ♪
Unspoken
Original Air Date on November 2, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

(loud slurping)

You enjoying that?

Oh, you mean
my smoothie?

Funny you should mention it,
'cause I really feel

like I'm missing
something.

He's just upset because
I finished his protein powder.

You put it on your ice cream.
You left it

at my house.
I didn't think you'd mind.

I wrote my name on the lid.
Who writes their name

on things they then leave
at their girlfriend's house?

Do you still write your name
on your underwear?

I need to mark
my territory.

Poor choice of words.

Yeah.
The bottom line is

you're just really bad
with personal boundaries.

Oh.
(Callen laughs)

(laughs)

Something funny?

You two having
a discussion

about boundaries?

Isn't that
a little ironic?

Iron... Explain that.
Most people

bring their work lives home.

You guys bring your
home lives to work.

Boundaries

get blurry.
Deeks and I

keep our work lives and
personal lives very separate.

I have a rule about that.
Really?

Yeah.
What about that little...

display of affection last week

on Lincoln at the stop light?
Ha!

(chuckles) Didn't know
you guys were behind us.

And...

the fight over
who gets the side of the bed

that's closest to the bathroom.
ERIC: Oh,

or Deeks telling us
how Kensi likes to hang-dry

her underwea#
in the living room.

Deeks, you hang-dry
your underwear.

Yeah. In the bathroom,

where things are supposed
to hang-dry.

And there it is.

Boundaries obliterated.

More stuff I
can never un-hear.

Granger and Hetty...
Request

our presence up in Ops, perhaps?

Uh, actually,
want to talk to Sam.

Alone.

What's going on?

Take a look, Agent Hanna.

NELL:
ATF retrieved this

surveillance video
from last night.

(filtered):
All good.

That's Mark.
Yes,

it is.

Mark Ruiz
was working

as an undercover asset for ATF.

NELL: He infiltrated
a militia group

started by Gary Madison.
Madison was trying

to buy a large amount
of a new experimental explosive

called Binetex.

Ruiz mounted
the camera

inside the grill of the car
to record the buy.

ATF said
that case contains the money.

$2 million.
Did ATF

I.D. the sellers?

The leader is a man
named Ramon Santos,

but they can't find
any background on him.

NELL: And here's the rest
of the video we recovered.

SAM:
Looks like the deal

went south.

There's the sellers
leaving.

Now watch this.

(beeping)

Can you think
of any reason

why your ex-partner
would want to kill

Madison
and his men?

No, but that doesn't
mean there isn't one.

HETTY:
The trouble is Ruiz

hasn't checked in
with his ATF handlers in weeks.

ATF has asked for our
help in finding him.

Given he is

a former NCIS agent.

His behavior

is erratic, at best.

Criminal, at worst.

You think Mark is dirty?

I know you've personally
invested a lot in him, Sam.

But when he left
NCIS, it was

because of his drug problem.

Mark has been clean
going on ten years.

Have you
seen him

recently?

Not in a while
but I know the man.

Yes, well,
we all thought

we knew the man.

You want to be involved?
Or are you too close to this?

I'll bring the team up to speed.

DEEKS: Whoa. Wasn't
expecting that.

Do we know who this guy is?

SAM: Man on the screen
is a freelance

ATF asset.
His name is

Mark Ruiz.

He was my first partner

before I met
Callen.

We worked together
for a year.

I'm sorry. Rewind for a second.

You had a partner at NCIS
before Callen?

I did a lot of things
before I met Callen.

Ruiz was working
deep cover

for a group
trying to buy Binetex.

CALLEN: Military-grade
explosives.

Supposed to be under lock
and key.

None turned up missing,

which means someone must
have figured out the recipe.

Why did Ruiz leave NCIS?

Personal reasons.

You think he detonated the bomb?

ATF thinks he may have turned,

maybe
for his own financial gain.

Maybe he lost his edge,
got frustrated,

killed the militia guys.

ATF got it wrong.

My former partner is not dirty,
and he's not a murderer.

I'm just saying
people change, Sam,

especially
when they're in deep cover.

Deeks...
KENSI: If we're gonna

work this case,

we need to understand
what's going on.

The debris from the blast didn't
damage all of the footage.

I found more.

KENSI: Looks like Ruiz went back
into the building.

CALLEN:
Yeah. And that's

the buyer's case.

DEEKS:
Last man standing

walks away with the money.

You good?
I'm fine.

Want to tell me why you're
sending Kensi and Deeks

to the crime scene when you
are the explosives expert?

Kensi's learned a lot.
She pays attention.

She asks good questions.
She's got this.

You want to tell me
where we're going?

It's complicated.

“Mathlete trigonometry”
complicated

or “let's not tell
my partner” complicated?

You getting in the car?

Why didn't you tell the team

the whole story back there?

Because a lot of baggage comes
with the word “addict.”

And you don't think
there's any chance

he could've relapsed again?

Hey.

If Ruiz is dirty,

you gonna be able
to put the cuffs on him?

What do you think?

(car door shuts)

(engine starts)

(indistinct chatter)

Yikes.

Looks like
a war zone.

This is the blast crater.

Detonation happened
right here.

Look at how this wall buckled.

It would have to be
a super high detonation velocity

to cause this kind

of damage. Very
high brisance.

Yeah, well,
I usually like my brisance

with a little bit of jelly
in a café with Pepé Le Pew.

Oh, you mean
the other kind of brisance?

The shattering capability
of a high explosive.

Like Binetex.

Exactly like Binetex, actually.

What's going on with you?

I just don't understand why
Sam would protect some guy

that may have killed
three people.

I don't.
I do.

(sighs) Because they were
partners. And to be

completely honest, I would do
the same thing for you.

Not if I murdered someone.

I mean, if you did it
for the right reasons, yeah.

Yeah, I think I would.

Boundaries.

Right. We're-we're...
I'll be...

over here.

(people talking indistinctly
nearby)

Hey, check this out.

What do you got?

It's a piece of a SIM card.

Command detonation
by cell phone.

I'll get it to Eric.

You want to tell Sam
or should I?

We already knew it was probably
detonated by a cell phone.

SIM card doesn't
mean anything.

I didn't say it did.

Do you want me to guess
who we're going to see?

Let's see, you didn't use GPS
or the Wonder Twins to get here

which means you probably
know this person.

You also didn't
check the address,

which means
you've been here before.

What else, Sherlock?

We're not approaching
tactically

and that means
you trust this person.

WOMAN:
Don't forget your helmet!

Got it.

Mama,

there's a super
ginormous man here.

Sam.

What a surprise.

It's so good
to see you.

Alicia Ruiz, my partner, Callen.

Nice to meet you.

Who are they?

You don't remember Sam?

He's a friend
of your dad's.

It's been a long time.

Yeah, it has.

Which means you're not
just dropping by, are you?

SAM: We just need to talk
to him, that's all.

He hasn't checked in
with his handlers, has he?

No.

Have you heard from him?

Mark's been pretty
much off the grid

for the past
few months.

But we're used to that.

Not that anyone ever
really gets used to it.

Are you two together?

On again, off again.

And now?

Off again.

Alicia, we really need you
to help us find him.

And we need
to find him fast.

You must have a number

or contact in case there's
an emergency with Joey, or...

That's his number.

(phone clicks)

I'll send this to Nell,

see if she can get
a GPS location on him.

Thank you for helping.

(door opens, closes)

How you really doing?

Managing.

How's Kamran and Aiden?

Pictures?

Yeah. There you are.

Getting big.

Just like Joey.

Mark chose work over us.

He chose drugs over us.

And Joey knows it.

You can only be pushed aside
for so long

before you start to think
you are the problem.

You were never the problem.

How many times can I ask you
to save him?

As many times as you need to.

(sobs)

(Nell speaks indistinctly
over phone)

All right, thanks, Nell.

We'll keep you posted.

You seem close.

I was there for her and Joey
when Mark was in recovery.

It was tough to see a guy
with so much potential

go down like that.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

ERIC:
Found Ruiz.

Or at least his phone.

Location is on its way to you.

(computer chirping)

Ruiz is just to the north.

He's moving.

Either walking really fast
or driving super slow.

CALLEN:
There he is.

Just me.

SAM:
Mark!

Sam.

Wow.

Something tells me
this isn't a coincidence.

Yeah, uh...

a lot of people looking for you.

Yeah, kinda figured.

Look, the op went south,
I couldn't check in.

I need to stay in play.

Eight o'clock.

Black jacket, gun.

SAM:
I don't see him.

(grunting)

(people exclaiming)

Relax, I've got him.

(grunting)

WOMAN:
Oh, my God!

(women gasp)

(panting)

(grunts, groans)

That's how you greet
an old friend?

(groans)
Huh?

Old partner, maybe.

I don't know about
the friend part.

Don't try to run again.

You only get one pass.

(chuckles):
Okay.

You got me.

I'm done.

I'm not running.

(grunting)

Come on.

Why, you scared?

(grunting)

I'm scared I might
have to hurt you.

That's funny,
that never bothered you before.

CALLEN: You boys better stop
before someone loses an eye.

You here to save me again,
Sammy?

Big hero.

Nah. This time
I'm here to arrest you.

Turn around.

(handcuffs clicking)

Can't believe
you cuffed me, Sammy.

I mean, this is...
this is ridiculous.

Look, I told you to
stop calling me Sammy.

Take me back to
the beginning.

Lay it out for me.

A few months ago,

ATF busted two former
Cal Tech grad students

in West Covina
for manufacturing Binetex.

Okay.
ATF already knew

that they had sold 50 pounds
of the explosives

to a Filipino arms dealer
named Ramon Santos.

I was able to get in
undercover

as a middleman between
Santos and Madison's guys.

We set up a buy,
everything was going smoothly

until the sale went down.

Then... you saw the rest.

Yeah, we did.

Why'd you kill them, Mark?

You think I set off the bomb?

We saw your footage.

You keyed your phone,
the building went boom.

I was calling in to ATF, man.

Then who detonated the bomb?

My guess, it's the sellers
trying to cover their tracks.

They were already trying
to rip off the buyers.

That's why the whole deal
went bad.

We'll see.

Oh, why take my word for it,
I screwed up.

But never in the field.

What does that count for
anyway?

You know, it's, um...

it's interesting

that you're the one
that doesn't trust me.

Why's that?

(laughs)

Way to play dumb, Sam.

Betrayal's your bag, not mine.

Whatever.

Santos still thinks
that I'm an explosives expert.

I still think that I can
get him to make a deal.

But the longer I'm in here,

the more likely it is that the
Binetex is going to get sold

and we'll lose
track of it.

Betrayal between
partners.

Things just got real.

Turn off the feed.

But this is getting
interesting.

Turn it off.

SAM:
Turn it off.

You using again?
(groans)

Simple question,
simple answer.

A year ago, I went undercover
with a biker gang

and they forced me to do
cocaine in front of them.

I relapsed, I busted their ass
and I got clean.

A lot of undercover

assets figure out ways
to fake it, Mark.

And a lot of those guys end up
with a bullet in their head

in the Mojave.

That's the whole truth

so help me God.

And speaking of truths,

do you have anything you want
to share with me, Sammy?

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

ERIC:
We've checked Ruiz's cell phone.

Any calls or texts
to his ATF handler?

None listed.

Also, if Ruiz had a
speed-dial to the number

that detonated the bomb,
it's been deleted.

Could have gone to dial and then
the explosion interrupted him.

Yeah, maybe.

ERIC:
Something else.

In the last 20 minutes,
Ruiz's cell phone

received five calls
from the same number.

Looks like a burn phone.

SAM:
Send me the number, Eric.

ERIC:
You got it.

There's no evidence
on your phone

that you tried
to call ATF.

How much money was in that case
you took out of there?

I took it to stay in the game.

No, how much?

Two million.

Come on, Sam.

Let me make another deal
with Santos.

Whose number is this?

Speak of the devil.

Why is Santos calling
a dead man?

He went back for the money,
saw it was gone.

Knew I made it out.

But it's weird.

Santos was never going to sell.

All he brought with him
was a sample.

Maybe that's all he had.

No. Caltech guy said
he bought it all.

You were planning
on returning that money

to the ATF evidence locker?

Right?
This is my way in, Sam, okay?

You know how this works--
I got five months in on this op.

Let me reach out to Santos
before he changes his mind.

Give me another chance.

(door closes)

I'm going undercover
with Ruiz as a new buyer.

Gonna meet with Santos,
make a deal.

We'll take him down
when he delivers the Binetex.

And you trust Ruiz?

I don't.

DEEK: Sam,
he might have

murdered those men.

We haven't confirmed that.

Anybody have a better idea?

Have Ruiz call Santos,
set it up.

♪ ♪

(camera shutter clicking)

(beeping)

Nell?

Yeah. What do you got?
They're in.

Granger's sending you photos-- see if
you can I.D. any of these guys.

This is your new buyer?

Gideon Chambiri.

Tanzania.

SANTOS:
Mr. Tanzania,

you speak English?

(Tanzanian accent):
I let the money do the talking.

It's funny, Mr. Tanzania,
I have never heard of you.

And I never heard of you.

Ruiz, he says
you have serious money.

$300,000 per pound of Binetex.

Thing is...

I do not do
multimillion-dollar deals

while standing in a driveway.

Let us go inside.

SAM (over radio):
Good.

You have my attention.

But first things first.

Where's the $2 million.

Oh, we're talking about a lot
more money than $2 million.

$300,000 a pound?

That's... $15 million.
Look,

I do not know either of you.

You bring me

the $2 million, then we talk.

This is nonsense.

I bring you someone
with real money.

Let's just make a deal--
you get rich, everyone's happy.

The $2 million first.

Okay, show us the product,

and then the $2 million is
a down payment.

No.

No deal.

All right, you win.
We'll go get the money.

Let's go.
Uh-uh-uh.

I do not like strangers
to know where I live.

He will stay.

You go.

This is insane.
Put the guns down.

Get the money.

Maybe I will not

kill him.

Otherwise...

maybe I will kill you both.

Why isn't Santos
making this deal easy?

Doesn't make sense.

Guys, we ran the photos
through facial rec.

Ramon Santos
is not an arms dealer.

His real name

is Amir Mattar.

DEEKS: He's a member
of the Moro Islamic

Liberation Front based
in southern Philippines.

KENSI: And their
terrorist M.O. of choice

is car bombs and blowing up

CALLEN: Santos doesn't want to sell
government buildings.

those explosives,
he wants to use them.

And he wants the $2 million
to finance his attack.

Look, I already said that
I was gonna get your money.

Just put down the weapons.

Killing me would
have consequences

you cannot even imagine.

I will take my chances.

(camera shutter clicking)

Sam, you good?

(over radio):
Sam, talk to me.

Just listen to me.

We can work this out.

All right, this is bad.
One of our team should be

in there with Sam.
What do we got on Santos' men?

Hold on.

Okay, Santos' men are not part
of the Moro terrorist group.

They're local hire
Filipinos.

Sam, you getting that?
These guys should not be

on the same side.

You gentlemen know

you are working... with a
Moro Liberation fighter?

Do not listen to him.

This man never wanted
to sell Binetex.

He wants to use it

in the Philippines.

Shoot him!

He wants to kill
innocent Filipinos.

Your people.

I said shoot him!

(panting)

Sam?

SAM: Killing Santos
was the right call.

You did not know

you are working with
the Moro group?

We suspected...

but we clearly didn't do
our homework.

(speaking Tagalog)

(continues
in Tagalog)

Do you know what

he is saying?

GRANGER:
The guy he's speaking to

is his brother.
He says he should have

investigated Santos.

You know who I am.
Who are you?

Call me Diego.

Okay, Diego,
do you have the explosives?

Yes.

SAM:
Then my offer stands.

Santos was right.

We don't know you.

But... $2 million.

That'd help us

feel better about that.

Fine. We'll go get the money.

You have one hour.

You're not back...

we're ghosts.

Then we will move quickly.

This is crazy.
Sam's going undercover

with somebody we barely
know anything about.

You know what?
We should probably check his file.

I like the way you thin'
I like the way I think.

(electronic chirping)

Access denied?
DEEKS: Try my password.

Hello, friend.

(gasps)

Yes, hello.
(laughs): Eric, Nell.

Just working here.

Attempting to access Mark Ruiz's
personnel file, are we?

No.

Can you help us?

Hmm. Just a second. Eric?

Oh, yeah. It says here
that Ruiz's history

is none of
your business.

Oh.

Oh, well, that's really
interesting, 'cause the case

is about Ruiz.

NELL:
Granger has sealed the file.

Stay out of the database,
You guys...

or Granger will fry
your motherboard.

NCIS may be sealed.

But there's a whole lo#
more Internet out there.

This is the place, huh?
Yeah.

Hey, do me a favor--
let's turn off the comms for a minute.

SAM:
What's up?

RUIZ:
I just want to talk.

(beeping)

Just had a question for you.

It's been bothering me.

Bring it.

(sighs) Back when
I was in rehab...

Which time?

(chuckles)
The first two.

(sighs)
When I was in there...

I know you spent
a lot of time...

at my house.

And you slept with Alicia.

Well?

It wasn't a question;
it was a statement.

Well, I'm asking, Sammy.

You know there are
ten different reasons

why that would never happen.

(laughs softly)

Did you?

I did not sleep with her.

Is that what your little paranoid
squirrel brain needed to hear?

CALLEN:
Those are Diego's men.

GRANGER: They must have put
a tracker on the car.

Not good.

Come on,
turn those comms back on.

I just needed to ask,
see your reaction.

I was your partner.

I saved your career
a dozen times.

What the hell's
wrong with you?

I'm done.

Is that the money?

Is that the m...

Let's get it over with.

Let's go.

And just for the record--

if it wasn't for promises
I made to Alicia and your son,

I would've cut you loose
a long time ago.

This guy's not African.

CALLEN:
Federal agents!

CALLEN:
Don't even think about it.

SAM: Federal agents.
Don't move.

(grunts)

(handcuffs clicking)

What were you doing?

My brother said
just to check them out.

We wanted to make sure
they weren't cops.

You got your answer.

And we got a problem.

I don't think so.

Diego's gonna be

very worried about this guy.

You got it?
RUIZ: Yeah.

Come over here, take a look.

Now, before I show you this,

so I know who
I'm dealing with,

you guys blew up
Madison, right?

Not us. That was Santos.

Where's my brother?

SAM:
He is...

with my people.

You hurt him,
I will hunt you down.

Shut up.

If you do not do
exactly as I say,

I will not only hurt him.

I will kill him.

Now, do you have the Binetex?

Yes.
Good.

You are dealing
with me now.

The price has dropped.

$200,000 a pound.

Ten million total.

Send the location.

KENSI: His name is Isko Lacan.
He and his brother

Diego were working
drugs, weapons

and prostitution
here in L.A.

All right, got it.

Between NCIS and ATF,
we put got five million dollars.

Plus the two million from Ruiz.

The other three's
just gonna have to be fake.

All right, put
it together.

Okay.

Actually, um,

just one more thing.

We've been doing
some digging.

Ruiz used his credit card
at a parking meter

outside a church
every Thursday for three years.

The same church

that a substance abuse
support group was meeting at.

Why didn't you just tell us

that Ruiz was washed out
of NCIS because of drugs?

Well, I'm not exactly
the office gossip.

Well, it's not gossip if
it's relevant to the case.

If he's clean now, how so?

That's a big if.
It's hard enough

to get clean
without being branded an addict.

Look, I'm not asking
you to trust Ruiz.

I'm asking you to trust Sam.

Fair enough.

Okay.

(phone ringing through)

MAN:
Yes, sir.

Is the Tac team ready?
MAN: Yes, sir.

All right, stand by.

(gasping and wheezing)

(grunting)

(grunts)

He's dead. You okay?
Uh-huh.

There's been a complication.

Put most of the real bills
on top, then mix in the rest.

Pray they can't tell
the difference.

You really think
we're gonna get that far

without Diego's brother?

You had to shoot him?

You don't trust
that I did the right thing?

Because I sure as hell have
been trusting you, Agent Hanna.

Yes, you have.

I have an idea.

Sam, remember Rosarito?

Yeah. That could work.

Gonna head out in a few.
I'm riding point with ATF.

Is that Ruiz's file?

Yeah.

Trying to decide

whether I can trust him.

Yeah. Jury's still out with me.

Your partner trusts him.

Well, Sam's loyal to a fault.

Sometimes it blinds him.

Agent Ruiz was running
an undercover op for me

in the province of Kunar.

Sam and a group of SEALS
were providing support.

They were ambushed.

The cost

was the lives of two men
from Sam's SEAL team.

Ruiz lived

while Sam's brothers died.

Sam always wanted to believe

that Ruiz's life
was worth the cost.

Even when Ruiz didn't
believe it himself.

I'll have my partner's back.

Good.

♪ ♪

Give me my brother.

We brought the money.

Let us see the product.

Isko?

(grunting)

SAM:
I need to see

the explosives now.

Open it.

(hissing)

It's good. Let's do this.

GRANGER:
Execute. Execute.

(tires squealing, siren toots)

MAN (over P.A.): Federal agents!
Lay down your weapons.

Put your hands in the air.

Move, and you die.

(grunts)

MAN:
ATF! Don't move!

On you knees!

On the ground! Down! Knees!

Down on your knees!
Down! Now!

MAN: Coppers.
Stay right where you are.

Hands on your head!

Who's got eyes on Sam?

Anyone?

DEEKS:
I got nothing.

What about Ruiz?

So you finally learned
to shoot, huh?

(Ruiz gasping)

(grunting)

Eric, Nell, I need an ambulance.
I have an agent down!

ERIC:
On it.

(grunting)

Oh, that... (laughs)

That's a lot of blood.

You're fine.
(groans)

Eric, what's the ETA
on that ambulance?

Eight minutes out.

(groaning)

(groaning)

Hang in there, buddy.
Hang in there.

Right... right...
You'll be okay. Yeah.

(sirens approaching)

(indistinct voice over P.A.)

Hi.

So, doctor say there's only
minor internal bleeding.

They'll take you up to
surgery in a few minutes.

This time, I saved you.

I was wondering how
long it was gonna be

before you brought that up.

(laughs)

Payback's a bitch.

Yeah, it is.

We're even.

I could save you ten times,

and we wouldn't be even.

You hear me?

Thanks, brother.

Hey.

Hey, Joey, come here.

Your daddy saved my life.

He's a hero.

Hey. How you doing?

He's gonna be fine.

Thank God.

Thank you.

Hey.

You came back.

Uh, yeah, I got some work done
while Mark was in surgery.

They just took him to recovery.

How's he doing?
Looks like

he's gonna be okay.

Good.

How's your tummy?

I didn't hit you
too hard, did I?

Well, I can't keep
solid food down,

but other than that,
I'm top notch.

Well, if you did
some more sit-ups...

Oh. Yes, so nice to have
a partner who cares.

You know I love you, G.

And I love you, too... Sammy.

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