♪ ♪
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
(barking)
Hey, hey! (groans)
Rebel, come on.
Rebel.
Rebel?
(rustling)
Reb... (sighs) (whines)
Thanks. It's not really what I had in mind
for breakfast this morning.
(phone vibrates)
(barking) No!
Rebel.
Rebel, no.
(gunshot)
(barking)
♪ ♪
So, we see this guy from across the parking lot.
And there's not a lot of cover for an approach
and we know he's gonna rabbit.
They always do.
Even though we're still
a football field away...
Okay, it wasn't that far.
Tree yells out, "Federal agents!"
And guess what happens.
The guy rabbits.
And Tree goes after him.
At least I caught the guy.
Yeah, after, like, a ten-minute chase.
Okay, and that is not the point.
She's right. You're always trying
to show off how fast you are.
Whose side are you on? No, remember how
you would conveniently forget to pack my school lunch?
And I'd be on the bus laughing with my friends,
then suddenly there he is running alongside,
banging on the door like Keanu Reeves. FATIMA: No.
It was embarrassing.
Okay, first of all, I wasn't the one who forgot the lunch
in the first place, that was you.
All right. I'll give you that.
But there was a reason.
Sardine sandwiches?
Yuck. Avocado
and sprouts? I was 14.
I didn't want to eat that.
I don't want to eat that now.
Uh, okay, first of all, that's brain food.
All right? And it worked. Look at you now.
Future doctor right here. Aced her MCATs.
Yeah, yeah.
But, uh, I can feed myself from now on, okay?
(laughing)
So, Summer, you have any, uh,
stories about Treefontaine?
I don't know, I-I've given him a hard enough time
these last few weeks.
I should probably give him a break.
Aw, that is so sweet. Yeah.
What happened?
Okay, so we're walking on the beach,
and he's still trying to win me back,
but I'm not making it easy... (phone vibrates)
Sorry, I'm gonna have to finish this one later.
Devin's been saved by the bell.
Ooh. Thank you, FBI.
And I got to get to class.
Okay. All right.
See you tonight? Yeah, definitely.
All right.
Later, bro.
Keep feeding that brain. Yep.
(laughs)
You were enjoying that.
Hey, this breakfast was your idea.
Yeah.
Remind me not to have any more of those.
(laughs)
SHYLA: After that, there is nothing until 1400.
SECNAV has requested all operation managers
attend virtual AUKUS briefing with our British
and Aussie counterparts.
They'll be going over evolving
security concerns around the deal.
I can attend if you'd rather not.
Oh, as a reminder, Agent Blye
and Investigator Deeks are out for the day
visiting Rosa's aunt.
She's still recovering from her stroke.
In other news, uh, SIPRnet is down today
for scheduled maintenance. So you have
Agent Castor's performance evaluation
coming up this week. And
a radioactive quartet of pubescent turtles
has just foiled an armed robbery at Santa Monica Pier.
Your flight to San Fran is just before 2100.
I'll have a car pick you up at 1900.
Make it 1930.
I hate waiting at the airport.
It's spring break, Admiral.
You'll be cutting it close.
I'll be fine.
I just don't want you to miss the chance to see your son.
All right, all right, 1900.
But if I am stuck waiting with a posse of frat boys,
you will never hear the end of it.
And I wouldn't want to hear the end of it.
That sounds like a great story.
You are dismissed.
Oh, and Dahr,
put out a BOLO on those turtles
and their giant rat leader. We can't have
mutant vigilantes running around the city.
Right away, sir.
(door opens)
Morning. Morning.
What's this?
That is what Anna...
we would like you to wear to the wedding.
You're choosing what I wear? It's part of
her whole color palette she's going for.
That we are going for.
And everyone's wearing this?
Just you.
Just me?
Obviously.
Is this your way of asking me to be your best man?
I didn't think that I actually had to ask.
I mean, uh,
was there ever any question?
I mean, you've been spending a lot of time with Castor lately.
No, I haven't.
That's not what he says.
(laughs) We had drinks once.
He was feeling down because Miraslava had knocked him out.
He needed a little cheering up.
He said you went to dinner, too.
Bar food.
I don't know. I mean, this guy worships you, he's...
I think he'll be heartbroken.
He even dresses like you. No, he does not.
Hey, Callen. Sam.
Hey.
Looking good, Castor.
Thanks, man.
Fine. You want me to ask you, I'll ask you.
Will you be my best man?
Of course. Was there ever any question?
But I'm gonna have to check with Anna, though. I got to
talk to her about this color palette.
Yeah, I agree. Otherwise you're gonna end up
looking like The Incredible Hulk.
Hey, guys.
Shyla, you got a case?
Actually, I was hoping
you could tell me.
We just received
an urgent message over JWICS.
It contains two files.
The first is a driver's license
for John Jenkins, the CEO for a software startup.
The second is an ID for FBI analyst Patrick Hertel.
JWICS is only used to share top-secret information.
What's so urgent about these guys?
Well, for one thing, they were both
found murdered in L.A. this morning.
A neighbor in Van Nuys heard a gunshot around 6:30 a.m.
LAPD found Hertel's body in his backyard.
Half an hour later, Jenkins was found shot
at a business park.
Any other connection between them?
None that I can see. And, technically,
neither of their murders fall under our jurisdiction.
I'm really not sure what to do.
What are those numbers there?
Eight, 11, 22.
Could be a date. August 11th, 2022.
JWICS packets have markers in them.
It should tell us who sent this.
I know, that's where it gets even stranger.
The source is a SCIF on the border of Turkey
and Syria, uh, in the town of Al-Rai.
You know it?
That was her last known location.
Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense.
Who else would send a cryptic message like this?
Wait, are you talking about who I think you're talking about?
Hetty.
She wouldn't have used JWICS if it wasn't important.
If it were important, she'd have sent us more
than two names and a random set of numbers.
Now, this reads less like, uh, an urgent message
and more like a top-secret butt dial.
It is cryptic. Even for Hetty.
If it's even from her.
Now, the Marine detachment in the area
said that the SCIF this packet was sent from
was shut down months ago.
Maybe she sent it from somewhere else, altered the logs.
Then why not just sign her name to it?
JWICS is secure.
Unless it's not.
Look, if Hetty thought the DoD's
top-secret network was compromised,
it would explain why she gave us so little to go on.
More likely she just enjoys being a pain in the ass.
I think it's worth looking into these two victims,
see if there's anything there.
Well, though I do not approve
of Henrietta's incessant backseat driving,
I suppose I do owe her thanks for help in the, uh,
Simon Williams debacle.
Find out what you can.
Thanks, Admiral.
But Agent Callen,
you stay in your lane.
Do not interfere with the official investigations.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(indistinct radio chatter)
So, do we play the national security card?
I don't know. That feels a little dishonest.
Well, it came from JWICS. It's not exactly a lie.
It's not exactly the truth, either.
Got to tell them something to get on scene.
Or you could just make a run for it,
leap over the tape. I bet you'd look awesome.
(indistinct conversation) Oh.
I don't think we're gonna need a cover story at all.
Gonna charm my way into this one.
Summer.
Yeah. One sec. Sure.
Devin. What are you doing here?
We have a case that may be connected to your murder.
Really? Yeah, his name is John Jenkins.
He was killed around the same time as Patrick Hertel.
ROUNTREE: Yeah, Sam and Callen
are working that scene now.
What's Jenkins' connection with Hertel?
They're still investigating. Yeah.
Well, why do you think the cases are related?
Um, that's a matter of, uh, national security.
Can you be more specific?
I'm sorry, it's just...
there are sensitive methods
and sources involved.
We'll disclose them to you as soon as we can,
but right now we can't.
Then I can't let you onto my scene.
Hertel is one of us. This is our case.
Until you can provide me with some evidence
that connects your vic with ours,
I can't help you.
Summer, wait. I'm sorry.
Get me something. Anything.
Well played, Prince Charming.
I... (sighs)
LAPD doesn't have any eyewitnesses.
None of the businesses were open at the time of the murder.
Cameras?
All offline due to routine maintenance.
Well, could be a coincidence.
Yeah, speaking of, uh, coincidences.
Spoke to Fatima.
Turns out that, uh, Rountree's girlfriend's
calling the shots at their scene.
Oh, isn't that a lucky break?
Well, you would think, but apparently
Rountree's not the smooth-talker we assumed him to be.
What do you think here? It's a robbery.
No wallet, no keys, no phone.
No brass, either.
So, either the killer used a revolver
or they collected it.
Well, I may have found half of his phone.
Actually, the dog found it. LAPD
said he had it in his mouth when they got here.
Reminds me...
(line ringing)
Shyla.
You find any link between
Jenkins and Hertel yet?
Nothing. Not even a Kevin Bacon connection.
What about 8/11/22?
Maybe they crossed paths that day?
I'm still checking. But here's what I do know:
Jenkins' startup has one employee: Jenkins.
And it hasn't created a product in five years.
Fake it till you make it. That's the tech sector's motto, right?
Yeah, but this is going pretty heavy on the fake.
Except for the money coming in. That is definitely real.
CALLEN: So you think it's a front?
You think they're laundering it?
Starting to smell that way.
Do we have any way to get in touch with his family?
Nope.
He's an orphan and his adoptive parents died years ago.
CALLEN: All right. Thanks, Shyla.
All right, so Jenkins tries to call 911.
The killer takes his phone and breaks it?
Unless Jenkins destroyed it himself.
Based on what Shyla just told us,
he clearly has some things to hide.
Well...
the dog found this half,
maybe he'll find the other.
(whimpering)
Yeah, no luck so far.
(car door closes)
FATIMA: Okay...
That's interesting. (indistinct conversation)
(sighs)
Summer.
FATIMA: Okay, keep me updated. Thanks.
(clears throat)
Agent Morehurst.
(clears throat)
Will you stop yelling at me
from the police tape? It's embarrassing.
Sorry. Who are those two people?
Uh, Patrick Hertel's parents,
so try to be more respectful.
Oh.
Was he adopted?
I mean, they don't look anything like him.
Yes, his biological parents were killed
when he was just a child.
Wait, so he was an orphan?
Yes. And I really need to get back.
And you two really need to go before I make you go.
Wait, I just talked to Ops.
Our victim, John Jenkins-- he was an orphan, too.
Okay.
Boom. There's your evidence.
Circumstantial.
Summer, they both were killed within an hour of each other
and they're both orphans.
Both shot in the back of the head
to make it to look like a robbery.
How'd you know that?
I didn't. It's just what happened to our victim.
I figured it's what happened to yours.
Come on. Yes.
Thank you.
(indistinct chatter)
SAM: Still haven't set a date, huh?
Nope. Anna's giving me time to look for Hetty.
Well, maybe this message is the thing that leads to her.
Eh, I don't think so.
I think Kilbride's right.
If she wanted us to know more, she would have told us more.
If she wanted to be found,
she would have told us where to find her.
But she doesn't.
You know, at a certain point,
I can't make Anna wait any longer.
At a certain point, I don't want to wait any longer.
I want to marry her.
I can't wait to make my best man speech.
I have a lot to say.
(chuckles) A lot of wisdom to impart.
I'm pretty sure I've heard it all at this point.
Not to you. For Anna.
Want to make sure
she's really clear about what she's getting herself into.
Maybe I do want to talk to Castor.
(Rebel barking) Okay.
Good boy.
Any progress on our mystery, Dahr?
Well,
we found a connection.
And it's not from August 11th, 2022.
It's from the 1980s.
Seems that both Jenkins and Hertel were orphans
who went through the Los Angeles foster care system.
Other than that, they're both in their 40s,
they're both single, and they both
worked for the federal government.
What did Jenkins do for the government?
NSA Analyst.
I only just learned it from my colleagues back in DC.
This guy doesn't show up in the employee database,
not even the SAR database.
I was just about to inform Callen and Sam.
No, hold off. I need you to pull some files first.
MOREHURST: It looks like he was
watering his plants when his killer snuck up
behind him and fired one shot into his head.
(sighs)
Any cartridges?
None.
Same as Jenkins' scene.
We just word that they recovered his cell phone.
When you find out what's on it...
We'll share it.
Thanks.
I'm sorry I stonewalled you.
Don't be. We probably would have done the same thing.
I just don't understand how these cases are connected.
(phone vibrates)
Hey, Shyla.
Does Hertel have a birthmark on his lower back?
Uh, let me check.
Uh, we need to take a look at his lower back.
Could you lift his shirt for us?
Yeah, he does.
What does that mean?
Call Callen.
Good boy. Thanks again. (phone vibrates)
Sure thing. Thank you. Shyla.
Yeah, we're coming back with Jenkins' cell phone.
It's broken in half, but I think it's still salvageable.
KILBRIDE: It's not a date, Agent Callen.
Admiral?
Eight, 11, 22. It's not a date.
Those are people.
What do you mean, people?
Jenkins and Hertel
are subjects eight and 22
from the Drona Project.
Your alma mater, Agent Callen.
(stopwatch ticking)
(whimpers)
Finish the job.
Dahr. I just got off the phone
with the deputy director of the FBI.
We are now working this case jointly with Agent Morehurst.
I'll share everything we have with them.
Maybe leave Henrietta's involvement out for the moment.
It is just speculation.
Subjects eight
and 22 have been accounted for.
Were you able to ID subject 11?
That would be
Leah Novak.
Former DHS employee
now freelances as a ransomware negotiator.
How were you able to ID her so quickly?
I didn't. Callen found her last year.
He's attempting to make contact as we speak.
(line ringing)
Come on, come on. Pick up.
LEAH: Hello? Leah, it's Callen.
I thought I made it clear I didn't
want to talk to you anymore.
Just listen to me.
Your life is in danger.
Boy, you don't know when to stop lying, do you?
This is Special Agent Sam Hanna.
He's not lying.
Two people are already dead.
Both of them from Drona.
Leah, where are you?
I don't know what you're playing at,
Callen, but stay away from me.
If you call again, I will... (door closes)
(whispering): Go, go.
CALLEN:
Leah?
(gunshots)
Leah? Leah!
(gunfire continuing)
Leah.
Shyla, can you trace her cell?
The line's still open.
Just a moment. CALLEN: Leah, are you there?
Shyla, did you get it? Yeah, Mid City parking garage.
You're just a few minutes away.
Over here.
Think she's alive.
Shyla, call an ambulance.
It's already on its way.
She's alive.
(gasps) It's okay.
It's okay. It's Callen.
(sirens wailing in distance)
Fourteen...
Wh...
Leah.
Hey, how's Leah?
She's in serious condition and undergoing surgery.
Protection detail?
Agent Castor's watching her.
What about Callen?
Shouldn't he have protection detail?
I mean, clearly someone's targeting Drona subjects.
Yeah, but if Callen was actually in danger,
I mean, Hetty would have said that in her message to him.
Right? KILBRIDE: Do not attempt
to divine Henrietta's intentions.
That way lies madness.
I do have something else for you.
Another Drona subject may be in danger.
Number 14. Find out who that is.
And Dahr, cancel my flight this evening.
I think I'll be needed here.
I'll send the file to the gadget room.
Why the gadget room?
Callen and Sam
retrieved Jenkins' broken phone.
It's possible that he disposed of it
before he was killed.
Finding out why could help.
You got it.
SAM: By my count, there were
three shooters. Leah hit two of them.
Which is explains why they probably
left their brass there this time.
They needed to retreat.
She had a go bag in her car.
Water, MREs, burners, sat phone.
She knew she was in danger.
Maybe Jenkins did, too.
That's why he tossed his phone.
Well, it would explain all the cash she had on her.
Must have stashed it in case of an emergency.
That's what I'd do.
Yeah, and you might want to rethink your methods.
Stopping for the cash almost got her killed.
He'll be coming for me next.
Who?
Pembrook.
So, what can I help you with today?
Has to be him.
After I found him last year,
he's wiping clear any trace of Drona,
covering his tracks.
That doesn't explain why Leah knew she was in trouble.
You said she didn't remember Pembrook.
So she says. She clearly knows
a lot more than she's letting on.
I need to find Pembrook.
ROUNTREE: Don't worry.
We'll make our dinner.
And if we don't make dinner, I'll make dinner.
(chuckles)
No, no. (scoffs)
Sardine sandwiches?
Those are strictly for Jordyn.
Oh, whatever, I'm a great brother.
Hey, we're in.
Hey, Summer, we're in Jenkins' phone.
I'll call you back.
Okay. Bye.
Okay, not a lot on here.
There is a recent text from an unlisted number.
Says "Dhrishtadyumna."
Okay, I'll take your word for it.
What is that? Who is that.
A Hindu warrior from the Mahabharata
who beheaded Drona.
(scoffs) Wow, yeah, I'd say that's code word
for "you're in trouble."
Looks like Jenkins had a few other numbers in here.
One is for Leah, another for Hertel,
another one for someone named Anthony Beltran.
Let's see, it looks like he's a history professor
and a former Army Ranger.
Check out his birthdate.
It's the same as subject 14.
I'll send his address to Sam and Callen.
Anthony Beltran?
Hey, stop. Go, go.
I'll cut him off. We're federal agents!
Anthony, stop! We're here to help!
Anthony, we're not here to hurt you.
Leah sent us.
She's alive?
She's safe.
(car approaching)
Put the gun down.
(car door opens)
Put your weapon down.
Who are you?
NCIS Special Agent Grisha Callen.
I'm subject 17.
You're safe.
SAM: Burners, cash, MREs.
It's a go bag. Just like Leah's.
Except it doesn't have a cell phone.
He said he got the same message as Jenkins.
Dhrishtadyumna.
Yeah, that one.
Why were all the Drona subjects in contact with each another?
Who warned them?
Could be the same person that tipped us off.
Never makes anything easy, does she?
That's how she creates effective operatives.
Okay, well, we're not in training anymore.
People are dying.
I'm just saying Hetty usually has a reason
for the way she does things.
Hey, good news.
With help from Agent Morehurst,
we were able to identify a vehicle
from all three crime scenes
and use Kaleidoscope to backtrack it
to a building downtown. All right, good work.
Tell Fatima and Rountree I'll meet them there.
And tell them to tac up.
You got it. You don't want me with you?
Of course.
But we need some answers.
And that guy in there? He's got them.
(door opens)
Have a seat.
I'm good.
Where were you between 6:00 and 7:00 a.m. this morning?
(scoffs) Home.
Anyone that can vouch for you?
I live alone.
This text you said you received--
who'd it come from?
I don't know.
I was busy all morning with a lesson plan
so I didn't see it till a couple hours ago.
But I knew what it meant right away.
I teach ancient history, I've read the Mahabharata.
I called Leah, she told me about John and Patrick.
Put my phone down the garbage disposal,
grabbed my bag, that's when you drove up on me.
I thought you were his guys, working for him.
Who?
Who do you think?
Howard Pembrook.
You remember Pembrook?
(chuckles)
How could I forget?
That guy left scars.
Some you can see.
And some you can't.
And why is he targeting you?
Because we finally decided to do something about him.
We were sharing information, stories,
planning how we could build a legal case against him.
Get justice for what he did to us.
It was Leah's idea. She brought us all together.
When was this? A year ago.
After you talked to her about him.
She told us about you,
but I didn't know what you looked like.
And-and we didn't include you because...
...well, you lied to her.
We kept what we were doing quiet.
At least we thought we did.
Somehow Pembrook found out
and now he's trying to silence us.
Is Leah okay?
She was shot multiple times.
Could I see her?
It's too dangerous. Please.
Please, Agent Callen.
Leah and me...
...we became very close.
Summer and her team are 30 minutes out.
Are we waiting for them?
According to Shyla, the shooters' vehicle
hasn't returned yet.
So, now may be our best chance
to scope it out. I agree.
But that doesn't mean this place is empty, so be on the alert.
On three.
One, two...
♪ ♪
Clear. Clear.
All right, let's get as much intel as we can
and secure this place until the FBI arrives.
All right, I'll try to access the server.
Looks like it's password protected.
Can you crack it?
With a little help from Shyla.
ROUNTREE: Yo, Sam.
Check this out.
CALLEN: That was taken in Pembrook's garden.
After I confirmed who he was, I went back
to confront him, but he'd already cleared out.
So this building your team found--
Pembrook's been working out of there?
It looks like it.
But he hasn't been working alone.
This all started with you.
After you found him, he knew his cover was blown.
He figured his subjects would be coming for him.
So he started to track them down
to eliminate the threat.
But then why didn't he come for me?
I found him. I was the primary threat.
We were the ones who were trying to build a case against him.
Maybe he saw that as a greater threat.
Hey. Doctor says you can go in and see her now.
Oh...
I know it looks bad, but the doctors are optimistic.
Pembrook needs to pay.
All right, I'm in. Thanks, Shyla.
SHYLA: Anytime. FATIMA: All right, once I connect
the transmitter, I'll be able to upload to Ops.
Copy that.
Whoa. SAM: What is it?
Looks like these files were open from the previous session.
They look like black ops missions.
Look, this one's for Crimea,
another for Somalia, one for Brazil.
So Pembrook's not just a gardener.
He's still in the game.
(typing)
And his latest mission: taking them out.
There's an audio file.
LEAH: I see the target. Not clear.
Eight, I need a visual on the northwest corner.
JENKINS: Copy that, 11. Not clear.
LEAH: Command, what should we do?
That's Leah talking to Jenkins.
They're using their Drona numbers.
Yeah, it sounds like they're on a mission.
LEAH: Copy that, Command.
We are go. 14, you have control.
BELTRAN: Copy that, 11. Target is marked.
In three, two, one, execute.
(gunshot)
Fourteen.
These Drona subjects aren't being targeted by Pembrook.
They're working for Pembrook.
Beltran's been lying.
Shyla, put me through to Callen.
(static)
Shyla.
Cell service is out, too.
Signal jammers.
Take cover! (gunfire)
Come to me! come to me!
Come to me, come to me!
(gunfire continuing)
We just got to hold them off
until Summer and her team gets here.
Yeah, but when they do, they might be walking into an ambush.
(phone vibrates)
Go ahead, Shyla.
I lost comms with the team.
Something's jamming the signal.
How far away is the FBI?
I don't know. I can't reach them either.
All right, I'm on my way. Trouble?
Yeah. Castor will take you back to the boatshed.
I'd like to stay with Leah.
This is still an active threat.
I can help protect her.
It's not safe for you.
I am not worried about myself.
No...
No, you're not.
What?
We received a message this morning.
It listed the three subjects that were targets.
Eight, 11 and 22.
Who sent the message?
We think the same person that warned all of you.
But if they warned you,
why wasn't your number on our list?
Unless you were never warned.
I got an idea. I thought you said you weren't gonna have any more of those.
ROUNTREE: I'll make a break for it,
draw their fire away from you guys.
Oh, so you mean you're gonna run?
Look, I'm not gonna show off.
I'm just gonna create a diversion.
Tree, there's nowhere to go.
You'll get yourself killed.
Nobody's getting killed.
(gunfire continuing)
Tree.
Step away from her.
Callen, this is crazy.
I told you, I got a text.
Dhrishtadyumna.
The warrior who beheaded Drona.
Except he was also
a student of Drona.
A subject.
When Leah said 14,
she wasn't telling me you were in trouble.
She was telling me who tried to kill her.
(short chuckle)
Pembrook said you were good.
(door opens) Castor, take him into custody.
(gun cocks)
I'm good, too.
Go, go, go!
(grunting)
MOREHURST: FBI! We're coming in.
ROUNTREE: Summer!
You good?
Yeah, we're good. Okay.
Clear the weapons. Copy that.
It's good to see you.
FATIMA: I recognize him.
He's in Pembrook's files.
He's a Drona subject.
All right, we should have signal now.
Shyla, put me through to Callen.
Agent Castor is fine.
He's just taking a nap.
(phone vibrates)
I don't kill people who don't deserve it.
But you'll murder Leah when she's laying in a bed?
You're right.
She's no longer a threat,
but I had to make sure.
Why are you doing this?
I know it may not feel like it, but you and I
are on the same side.
We both want the same thing:
to kill Pembrook.
To cut the head off of Drona.
He is still a monster, 17.
I'm just trying to do what's right.
It's just a sedative.
I can't have you following us.
(grunting)
Out of the way.
Beltran!
Stop!
(slamming)
BELTRAN: He is still a monster, 17.
Stop...
PEMBROOK: Don't cry.
Crying...
causes pain...
...Seventeen.
Need some help here!
♪ ♪
SHYLA: The good news is
Agents Callen and Castor are okay.
Doctors checked them out,
and it was just a sedative.
Good, good. Bad news is
Beltran and another Drona subject got away.
But we're working with the FBI to track them.
Thank you, Dahr.
Oh, uh, your ride to the airport
just pulled up outside.
I thought I told you to cancel that flight.
Did you? Oh, I-I don't remember.
You remember everything. That's why I hired you.
Do you still want me to cancel it?
Bear in mind, it is nonrefundable,
and I know how much you hate wasting money,
not to mention missing an opportunity to see your son
after all these years... All right, all right, I'm leaving.
(sighs)
Remind me to fire you when I get back.
It's in the lockbox. Mm.
Have a nice flight, sir.
Say hi to the frat boys.
(mocking chuckle)
(sighs)
All right, vests are done.
Just the guns and we're out of here.
So what happened on the beach?
The beach?
You know, the story that Summer
didn't get a chance to finish.
She said you were walking on the beach and...
Ugh, really?
Come on. Look, either you can tell it
or she can tell it, okay?
Who do you want to control the narrative? Okay, okay.
One day, we're just walking on the beach,
and the wind kicks up like crazy.
Sends Summer's hat flying like a bullet.
I take off after it, I'm chasing this hat,
and while I'm chasing it,
I kinda sorta maybe
destroyed this kid's sandcastle.
No. Mm-hmm.
(chuckles) Yeah, but I got the hat back.
And I spent the next hour
helping the kid rebuild his sandcastle.
Wow. (chuckles)
You must really like Summer.
More than anything.
(chuckles) Yeah, I do.
More than Olaf.
Ex-boyfriend?
What? No. Olaf, the...
Wait, y...
Never mind.
Oh, shoot, I'm gonna be late for dinner.
Go. Go, go. I'll finish up. You sure?
Tree. Run.
All right, see you tomorrow.
SAM: You want to talk about it?
(sighs) I had him, Sam.
I had him, and then...
Worst part is, I think...
I wanted him to get away.
Think part of me wanted him to kill Pembrook and...
now, if he does, if he kills anyone, that's all on me.
Well, I guess we better find 'em first.
Beltran and Pembrook.
I just wanted to be done with this.
I just wanted to put this behind me and move on.
The universe had other plans.
(scoffs) Hetty had other plans.
I still don't know how she knew those subjects
were being targeted.
Add it to the list.
(short chuckle)
How's Castor doing?
He's a little down again.
I told him I'd meet him for a drink.
It's his second time getting disarmed in three months.
Well, it wasn't exactly his fault.
Sure. Just don't trust him with the wedding ring.
Okay, now that's just mean.
You know I'm right.
W... E-Easy, best man.
You already got the job.
Oh, okay, okay.
(laughing)
Mm-hmm.
(exhales)
Hmm.
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