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(click, quiet whirring)
(screams)
17 kids running around, hopped-up on cake and ice cream.
It was like an invasion of hyperactive squirrels.
(chuckles) So what'd you go with,
the beauty parlor or the pony theme this year?
Disney. I'm gonna be having fairy tale nightmares for days.
Disney? What the hell did you dress as?
Yeah, right. What do you think?
I think that Daddy Sam will do
anything for his little girl.
I have seen you throw a mean princess tea party.
Captain Hook.
He's a sailor.
Don't you have something to do?
I'm doing something.
I'm honing my deductive reasoning skills.
Wasting your time, and you're interfering with mine.
What was the name of the bad guy from The Lion King?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
It was practically on a loop at your house.
Scar. Yes.
What are we talking about?
Nothing. Which Disney character
Sam dressed up as for his, uh, daughter's party.
Aw.
DEEKS: Baloo
from The Jungle Book.
That's strong. Beast from The Beauty and the Beast.
Large,
fearless, a heart of gold.
SAM: Oh, look at this,
Lady and the Tramp are helping out Goofy.
Did you see what he just did? That's my partner.
Sam Hanna, ladies and gentlemen!
(whistles) Deflecting!
Time to meet the band, ladies.
What?
I'm just trying out some new catchphrases.
Yeah, well, try harder.
Grumpy?
What do we have, Nell?
A residential security camera in Mid-City
caught this guy creeping around a private residence.
Here he is entering the property.
And this is him shortly after.
That's a hell of a security system.
LAPD's on the scene now.
Do they know what happened?
Neighbors reported hearing
an explosion before the police arrived.
Have they identified the body? ERIC: Jack Chapman.
He worked paparazzi for that
gossip show Sunset Scoop.
Chapman caused a huge scandal
by releasing photos of NBA star Kip Brigham after he was caught
leaving an illegal gambling establishment.
ERIC: Chapman filed a lawsuit
accusing Brigham of assault and property damage
for smashing his camera.
Then Brigham fired back
with a countersuit claiming that Chapman attacked him.
But there was no witness, so it's classic he-said, he-said.
KENSI: I heard about this.
Brigham lost potential millions on his latest contract
because of bad press.
Could be a case of revenge.
Sunset Scoop, NBA...
Why NCIS?
It's because of who owns the home.
The house belongs
to CIA officer Nicole Borders.
The Nicole Borders?
Indeed.
The CIA Director of Operations
is a friend of Assistant Director Granger.
He personally requested our assistance in this matter.
DEEKS: Borders.
What do we need to know about her?
SAM: She's a legend.
The rumor is that she was instrumental
in orchestrating successful ops
from taking bin Laden
to ISIS air strikes.
SAM: Makes her a prime target.
Where is she now?
We're trying to locate her.
What is a celebrity photographer doing
at the home of a CIA officer?
HETTY: That's what you need
to get to the bottom of.
Quickly.
Before it happens again.
KENSI: So maybe Chapman
found out about the air strikes and was trying to break a story.
DEEKS: Not really the material that Sunset Scoop looks for.
SAM: I want to know what caused that blast.
Yeah, we can't rule anything out.
Why don't you two check out
Kip Brigham, find out if he's got an axe to grind
with this whole gambling thing.
Uh, full disclosure, actually, I'm...
Hey, we got it.
Looks like someone's a fan. Yikes.
We'll check out the crime scene.
You two keep digging on Chapman, see what else you can find.
Copy that. Copy that.
CALLEN: Dr. Evil?
Lex Luthor?
SAM: Lex Luthor. Give it up, G.
You're never gonna guess. All right?
I know.
Yul Brenner.
You're really not gonna tell me?
It's between me and my daughter.
I'll just check it out on Instagram.
Good luck.
Tell me you took the phone from every kid at that party.
I didn't say that. Uh-huh.
I know what you did.
You had Beale scrub the Internet.
All you need to know is a father's willing
to do anything for his daughter.
Mm-hmm. Let's see. I mean, you wouldn't look good
as any of the Disney princesses.
You could be the genie from Aladdin. There's no way
you found a pair of lederhosen that would fit you.
I mean, not with those legs.
My legs look good in anything.
But why would I be wearing lederhosen?
Pinocchio was her favorite bedtime story.
Keep it up.
Make your nose grow.
Chapman wasn't carrying flowers in the video.
Could've been here previously.
No rose bushes.
(camera clicks)
(phone chimes)
I got a text from Eric. Officer Borders
is gonna meet us at the boatshed.
Good.
High velocity blast.
Shoddy craftsmanship.
It's unstable at best.
Activated by a pressure plate.
Whoever built this is lucky they didn't kill themselves.
You mean like an IED?
Exactly like an IED.
(doorbell rings, music playing inside)
DEEKS: I mean, clearly somebody's home.
(sighs) Yeah.
Must've had to score a lot of touchdowns for those two.
Did you just say "touchdowns"? Yeah.
'Cause he's a basketball player. He led the league in scoring.
Basketball, huh? Wow.
We watched him together, in case you don't remember.
If you say so. (clears throat)
Just do me a favor, don't embarrass me.
Oh, hi.
Hi. Hi. We're federal agents.
We're here to speak to Mister... BRIGHAM: Marty!
Where you been, dude? I've been calling you for weeks.
Get in here, man.
DEEKS: Forgot to mention
that we go, uh, way back.
(chuckles)
What's up, buddy?
What's up, man? How are you?
I'm good.
Good to see you. How do you guys know each other?
Marty-mar is the reason I got into basketball.
Well, the growth spurt helped.
But, yeah, we used to play a lot of one-on-one,
which I consistently won, I may add.
Yeah. You were taller then.
Still had the beard though.
Can you put a shirt on? Sorry.
Do you remember when I said he was pointing at us
during the game? And you thought he wanted to hook up.
Yeah.
With you.
Oh. Nice.
Um, so we're actually here to ask you some questions.
You weren't playing about this one. She's bad.
Are you kidding me right now?
Uh...
DEEKS: Dude.
We have some questions about Mr. Jack Chapman,
the, uh, Sunset Scoop reporter.
Specifically the assault charge he filed against you.
Easy. He attacked me.
After I tomahawked his camera,
he got all crazy, tried to rush me.
So I caught him with a two-piece. Wa, wa!
Dude folded like a lawn chair.
You must've been very upset. Upset?
Man, that dude cost me a lot of money
when it came to renegotiating my contract,
playing paparazzi.
But who knew it would get me official bad boy status?
New shoe deal doubled what I would have made before.
I should thank him.
Well, you might have to hold a séance.
Mr. Chapman was killed today.
Wow.
How?
Still trying to figure that out.
Wait.
You-you think I had something to do with it?
Got to tweet this. Where's my phone? You can't tweet this.
This is an ongoing investigation.
You can't tweet anything.
You really think I murdered someone?
I got my white Bronco out back.
Just relax.
It's protocol. We just need to know your whereabouts
your last 24 hours. Unbelievable.
Isn't this some sort of conflict of interest?
I mean, maybe I should just be...
talking to her. Alone.
Alone? Maybe he should talk to me alone.
It's a conflict of interest. Okay. (clears throat)
This is supposed to be you
and I against... Yeah, that was before
you accused your best friend of murder.
I don't know if I would define you as my best friend,
because I got Monty.
(chuckles) All good.
We just got back from a press conference
in New York.
Been gone a month.
Flew private.
All the records are here.
And I just e-mailed you all the details.
Thank you, Now...
I'm getting back to the pool.
You want to join? No. No, no.
'Cause I got better things to do than
hang out with, like, half-naked, oiled-up,
supernova-hot models all day long.
Uh-huh.
(whispering): I bet you do.
Did you just... She just saw that.
She's bad.
We got to go.
Kensi. Yeah.
Come on. Let's go. Okay.
Come on!
I'm going.
Hey, have fun swimming.
Squinting's bad for your eyes.
Myth. It actually enhances your focus.
Hmm. What you got?
Well, Callen found these rose petals at the crime scene.
And that's odd
because...?
Well, there's no rose bush on the property.
Could've been there previously.
Maybe. But no wrapping, no stems, just the petals?
When you put it like that,
something does smell a little rotten.
Huh.
(gasps softly)
Perfume.
Beale, you really are a genius.
CALLEN: We think it may have
been retaliation.
For?
Your résumé suggests you made a few enemies.
Must mean I'm doing my job.
But I don't know this man,
or what he was doing at my house.
I haven't been there in weeks.
It's getting ready to go on the market.
Where have you been staying?
Across town. I live with my fiancé
Gunnery Sergeant Mike Johnson and his son.
Do they go to the house?
Not really.
Mike checks on it about once a week.
We've had some trouble with squatters.
SAM: Where's your fiancé now?
He's been training in the Mojave for about a month.
He's supposed to be home tonight.
Any chance he knows Chapman?
Maybe.
I don't know. Why? SAM: Because Chapman
must have been there looking for someone or something.
If he knew my fiancé, he knows he doesn't live there.
Unless he asked him
to look after the house while he was gone.
So if the bomb wasn't meant for Chapman...
It was intended for your fiancé.
Or you.
They filled me in.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
They told me what happened.
I grew up with Chapman. He said he was in the area
and it wouldn't be a problem to check on the house.
He was doing me a favor; this is on me.
This isn't your fault, Mike.
There's no way you could have foreseen this happening.
Where's Devin?
Agent Callen and Agent Hanna are picking your son up right now.
Sorry, is that a problem?
No, this will be good for Devin.
My son can be a bit by-the-book.
Meaning?
I hope your agents know how to exercise patience.
(chuckles)
SAM: This is like the military school Aiden goes to.
CALLEN: No cliques, girls falling for bad boys,
no geeks.
I don't get it.
It's a military academy, not a social club.
I also went to a school just like this.
That explains a lot.
Give them a boy at eight, they return a man at 18.
I think I took a total of 18 classes.
And that explains a lot.
Well played.
Excuse me. Sir?
I'm looking for Cadet Johnson.
Yes, sir. Across the quad, sir.
Thanks. Thanks.
Devin Johnson?
We're with NCIS.
We're here to take you to your father.
At ease, Cadet.
Sir, Gunnery Sergeant Johnson says
I'm not to leave the grounds without proper authorization.
Look, son... Sir, no disrespect,
but I am not your son.
I'm Cadet Master Devin Johnson, and I do not break exit protocol
without proper authorization from Gunnery Sergeant Johnson.
You mean your dad?
I prefer to utilize the rank structure.
Uh-huh.
Cadet. Chief Petty Officer Hanna.
Sir, yes, sir!
Outstanding demonstration of following protocol.
What do you need to solve the problem?
Sir,
if I could communicate with Gunnery Sergeant Johnson
for permission to adjust protocol.
Mm-hmm.
(line ringing)
CALLEN: Kens, uh, can you put
Gunnery Sergeant Johnson on the phone?
Cadet Johnson won't leave without his dad's permission.
KENSI: Uh, sure.
Sir?
Yes, sir.
Like he's talking to a senior officer.
Affirmative.
Some people actually take the chain of command seriously.
DEVIN: Copy that.
Confirming protocol adjustment.
We good?
Permission granted to adjust.
So we can go?
Yes, sir.
This way, gentlemen.
We're gonna be working for that kid one day.
Yeah. Maybe next week.
Cadet. Sir.
Ma'am.
It's our new challenge coin.
Thank you.
What a wonderful gift.
Not the warmest reception.
Doesn't mean he doesn't care.
Let's check in with Nell.
Where do we stand, Nell?
Hey. So those rose petals you found
reminded me of a case I consulted on at Pendleton.
There was a perfume bottle left
at the scene of a crime but no prints.
That got me thinking-- someone had to have left it there
on purpose, right?
Well, nothing ever came of it.
But I did some digging.
And I found two additional murders in the last year
with unexplained items found at the crime scene.
We have a ring,
a necklace and a bottle of perfume.
All men. All Marines.
A ring, perfume and a necklace.
They're gifts, but not for the victim.
They're things you'd give to a...
a girlfriend or a...
...a mother.
SAM: A gift someone sends who's seeking approval?
Love or validation, maybe?
Take Cadet Johnson.
He's obsessively disciplined.
You know, he's a little soldier
trained to do whatever he's told.
But what would happen if his dad pushed him too far?
He could snap.
The killer could be
one of these over-disciplined kids who crumbled
under the pressure. Nell,
see if any of the victims had sons in the military program.
All right.
Bingo.
All the victims' sons attend military academies.
The killer may think he's representing these boys.
He's protecting them from these overbearing fathers.
We could be dealing with a serial killer.
In each of the other murders, there were a series of accidents
leading up to the victims' deaths.
Let me see that.
Individually, it doesn't look like much,
but collectively, there's definitely a pattern.
These locations mean anything to the victims?
Eric spoke to the spouses.
Every accident was a point of interest
in each victim's weekly routine.
So he's stalking them.
The risk grew with every murder attempt.
Means he's driven, obsessively so.
And he's not gonna stop until he achieves his goals.
Do we think the killer tried for Johnson before this?
Well, if he did, we could use it to our advantage.
If we put the word out there that Chapman was the one killed.
If he finds out he didn't get the job done,
could cause the killer to expose himself.
So we reinsert Johnson into his daily routine.
And maybe the killer tries to come after him again.
Let's set it up. I love it.
SAM: When I was a kid,
Colonel Hanna was all about discipline.
He would make me run 15 miles in a week.
That's good for you.
Eh, it wasn't all good.
One week, I slacked off due to weather.
He made me run 15 miles in a day, in the snow.
And where was he?
Colonel Hard-ass was in the truck
following me, heat blasting.
That's interesting. What?
Yeah, well, he was in the truck,
you know, he was following you.
Yeah, I just said that.
He was following you.
He was there.
No one ever pushed me.
People push you when they care.
You turned out fine, okay?
Shut up and let's go.
Well, should we hug it out, or...?
We believe the suspect has been scouting you
for some time.
Waiting for the best time to strike.
You mean like a stalker?
Why would anybody be tracking me?
We're still putting that together.
So what's next?
SAM: We have a plan,
but it requires your cooperation.
Absolutely not.
No, let's hear them out.
They want to use you as bait to smoke this guy out.
It'll give us our best chance.
We'll be with you every step of the way.
It's too dangerous, Mike.
This maniac already tried to blow you up once.
This is how Marines fight, Nicole.
Face-to-face. I don't have the luxury of deploying
an air strike from miles away.
That's not fair. That's my job.
And this is my job.
It's my duty.
What about us?
What about Devin?
Even more reason to do this.
Cadet. Sir.
What would you do?
We put our lives on the line for the greater good.
We don't run away from an opportunity to save others.
You heard the man.
Let's get this guy off the streets.
Oorah.
I need him back.
He's in good hands.
Come here.
Gentlemen.
Get you guys a refill?
I'm good.
Come on, it's macchiato Mondays.
Just coffee, black.
Black? Wow, let's not get too crazy, huh?
What about you? You want an apple juice?
No.
I'm starting to feel like this guy's not gonna show.
Are you sure about this location?
I stop for coffee here daily-- you could set your clock by it.
CALLEN (over earpiece): Well, if he's been stalking you,
this place would be the most vulnerable.
Your son seems like a good cadet.
Just hope he gets the chance to be a boy.
Well, if instilling discipline keeps my son off of drugs
and out of a gang, then I'm okay with it.
Seems like it worked out for you.
Guilty.
It's just, all this pressure at that age--
it's a lot to handle.
It's good that his limits are being pushed early.
Could be here right now because somebody pushed too hard.
Noted.
(camera clicking)
NELL: Okay, Kens, we got those license plates.
Keep them coming.
Guys, we got a bogey.
ERIC: All right.
His name's Glen Frazier, he lives in Sylmar,
works at the Beverly Center.
No military experience or affiliation.
Check out blue shirt,
messenger bag.
NELL: Name is Gil Jones.
He wasn't in the military,
but his father was, and he did time
in Chino for assault.
This could be our guy.
Don't spook him.
Just like we discussed.
He's moving.
Hi, honey.
(engine revving)
Thank you.
I promised we'd get you home in one piece.
(man grunting) DEEKS: Keep your hands
where I can see them!
Out of the car. Out of the car.
Get down. Hands behind your back.
You got no right.
(handcuffs clicking)
Hey, you got nothing on me.
KENSI: We're secure!
(clears throat) Richard Mills.
Military school dropout.
Seems like you started okay and then, uh, fell off.
What happened? Did you get your heart broken?
You get picked last in dodgeball?
It had to be done.
What? Run down a Marine and a federal agent?
In a sneaky hybrid at that.
Those men had to go.
Whoa.
Wow. Here I was thinking that we were gonna be here all day,
and it seems like all we needed to do to get a confession
was to ask nicely.
We should really remember that for next time.
Yeah, usually there's a dance that happens where you show
a little bit of reluctance, we crack some head, but you,
my friend, are making this easy, and I, for one, appreciate that.
You seem very eager to turn yourself in.
I just want to get this over with.
In due time.
Just one question.
Why? Why did you do it?
Th-They were evil men.
Th-They didn't deserve to live.
Wow.
So just to clarify then...
your plan is to rid the world of evil men?
I mean, you're on the wrong side of the table, brother.
We should be handing you an application.
See, what I don't understand is why you cut off
the index fingers of the second
and third victims, but not the first?
Well, the-the first, uh...
Mm-hmm?
Hmm? I didn't have time with the first.
Time.
Yeah, there's never enough of that.
But I think the correct response would have been, uh,
"I didn't cut off any fingers."
Richard.
Who are you protecting? Why'd you try to run down
Gunnery Sergeant Johnson?
Who else is behind the other murders?
Answer the question!
I'm so stupid. You are so stupid.
Stupid, stupid,
stupid, stupid... Hey!
Richard.
It's too late.
You-You can't stop the next one. It's too late.
What's too late, Richard?
You can't stop him.
There's no stopping who, Richard?
(humming lullaby)
Richard.
Richard!
(continues humming lullaby)
Well, he's a few crayons short of a full box.
Yeah, he doesn't fit the profile.
You know, he's more like one of those programmed kids
than he is a killer.
Yeah, but he tried to run down Gunnery Sergeant Johnson.
Under whose orders?
More importantly, these attacks may not be over.
Why don't you guys stay at him.
We'll check in with Eric and Nell.
All right, we'll switch it up.
See what we can get.
Eric, what else do we have on him?
Uh, not much.
Car he was driving was registered to his mother,
Estelle Mills-- uh, married twice.
First husband, Sergeant Ronan Mills, was killed in combat.
And the second,
Sergeant Harris Posey-- looks like he just disappeared.
More like he was taken out.
ERIC: Uh, get this. Richard has an older brother.
David Mills.
What do we have on him?
Uh, military, completed two tours in the Middle East.
Dishonorably discharged.
SAM: Why? Huh.
Issues with authority.
Looks like he attacked his commanding officer twice.
Where do we find him?
Last known address was Pendleton, so...
The mother? ERIC: Still lives in Echo Park.
All right.
We'll pick up the mom. See if you can
find anything else on the brother.
Got it.
Thanks.
And you have the opportunity to save him.
You're not a murderer, Rich.
I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, my God.
Here's what we're...
what we're talking about.
Sergeant George Rush.
Right there. See that?
Master Sergeant Damon Duvall.
And, of course, Staff Sergeant Kevin Davis.
That's who we're talking about!
DEEKS: Come on, I don't have all day here.
Richard! I'm getting really frustrated, so I'm just gonna
give you one more option: tell me where we're gonna find him,
or I'm gonna beat it out of you.
It's true. It is true, it's absolutely true.
You're being used to... Stop talking.
DEEKS: We're just trying to tell you how it is, man. Richey?
Tell me who he is.
What did he do? CALLEN: He tried to kill
a Marine and a federal agent.
Can I see him? I need to see him.
Soon.
We need to talk to you about your family.
Mrs. Mills.
Yes? Your husbands?
Um...
My first husband was killed in combat.
He was a good man.
That's why I went back to his last name.
And your second husband?
Bobby?
Went out for a pack of smokes three years ago
and never came back.
How's that for a bad movie?
SAM: How was the relationship
between your second husband and your sons?
He was hard on the boys.
More so on David, the older one.
He may have gone overboard
a few times, if you know what I mean.
It was out of love.
He said he was making men out of them.
Do you know where to find David?
No.
I haven't talked to him in a long time.
I know you want to protect... I don't know where he is.
Mrs. Mills...
tell us about your relationship with your second husband.
(clears throat)
Mrs. Mills,
as the son of a military man,
I know what it's like to have everything happen
on a strict schedule.
I would watch my mother hold it together when he would deploy
and then expect everything to be perfect when he returned.
It wore her down.
I think you know what happened to your second husband.
It sounds to me
like a son protecting his mother.
Help us find Davey
before he hurts someone else.
Anything you can tell us will help.
Can I see Richey now?
He's not well.
Neither of them are well.
DEEKS: I'm gonna beat you like I beat that chair!
I'm gonna find this guy,
and when I do, I'm gonna tell him that you're the one
that ratted him out!
Please let me see my baby.
Where's David?
At an abandoned school in Woodland Hills.
Cali-South High.
Come with me, Mrs. Mills.
Kensi, Deeks, Sam's coming in. Eric,
get me the information on that school. I'm on it.
Oh. It's okay, baby.
Mommy's here. It's okay. It's okay.
Shh.
¶ Hush little baby, don't say a word ¶
¶ Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird ¶
¶ And if that mockingbird won't sing ¶
¶ Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring... ¶
ERIC: School was closed down five years ago.
Neighbors have reported seeing lights at night.
LAPD thinks there might be squatters.
Thanks, Eric.
Second school today.
Universe's way of telling us it's never too late to learn?
I was thinking more along the lines
of old dogs and new tricks.
(gunshots)
Need him alive.
Federal agents!
¶ ¶
(grunting)
(groaning)
Put your hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.
You got nothing on me!
Shooting at
a federal agent-- that's a pretty good start.
Turn over. Turn over. Get up.
Sit up.
(grunting)
Stay down.
I'm gonna take a look around.
(door creaks)
¶ ¶
CALLEN: Yeah, we picked up
your brother Richard.
Must be kind of nice, huh?
Your own personal army of one.
It's a funny thing though.
Read your file, and your brother?
Was actually doing pretty good till you got home.
Good grades, excelling at school.
Maybe what your stepfather was doing for him was working.
Shut up! He was on his way
to becoming a productive citizen till you interfered.
You don't know us. You don't know what we've been through.
I know enough.
I spent a little time with your mom this morning
in the interrogation room.
You hurt Mother, I will rip you apart.
Is that what you did
to your stepfather, huh?
Did you rip him apart?
My stepfather got
what he deserved. You served him up
a little, uh... a little home-cooked justice?
Our stepfather was suffocating.
He never let us make a decision on our own.
If we veered off his path,
he just beat us into submission with the strap, belt,
or whatever else he had handy.
Is that why you're doing all this?
'Cause of what he did to you?
I'm doing these boys a favor.
Doing what they can't do.
They should be thanking me.
By leaving them without fathers?
I don't think so.
I think you ruined their lives.
And now your life's ruined.
Taking your brother down with you. (chuckles)
You're a real hero.
Way to go.
G?
Bring him this way.
(click, quiet whirring)
Modified your little IED.
Tell us who the next target is,
or you'll be joining your stepfather.
Ballsy to mess with another man's toys.
No, that implies inexperience.
I'm an explosives expert.
Who's the next target?
I'll disarm it before you ever get there.
You can try.
I rearranged the wiring configuration.
You'll never figure it out,
because I'm smarter than you.
Well, why don't I just step off it now
and take us all to hell.
He doesn't have it in him.
DAVID: Well, it doesn't matter.
It's too late anyway.
We'll get it out of his mom.
Just pin the crimes on her, say she was in on the whole thing.
Mm, toss her in jail. She seems pretty tough.
She might last a week.
Mother had nothing to do with this.
You can argue that
when she's serving hard time, okay?
Who's the next target?
(humming lullaby)
(continues humming lullaby)
Master Sergeant Shawn Lewis
in Mid-City.
(sirens approaching)
He deserves to die.
Just like you.
(click)
No. No, no, no, no, no!
What did you do?!
Guess he had it in him.
What did you do?!
(tires screeching)
Kensi. KENSI: What do you got?
We got the next target.
Master Sergeant Shawn Lewis in Mid-City.
Eric's sending you the address. Meet us there.
Copy that.
Eric,
any luck with Lewis?
Master Sergeant Lewis's phone is at his home,
but he's not answering.
All right, keep trying. Got it.
Hope we're not too late.
DEEKS: That's him.
That's Master Sergeant Lewis. Pull over.
Master Sergeant Lewis?
We're NCIS. We have reason
to believe you're the target of an attack.
What? What are talking about? We'll explain in the car.
Right now, we have to get you off the street.
Can I stop by my house? I'm less than three miles away.
DEEKS: No can do.
It's possible that's where the attack may take place.
But my son Brian is on the way there now.
Well, then we need to go.
Callen, we have Master Sergeant Lewis,
but his son Brian is on his way to the house.
He might be there already.
DEEKS: Go.
(tires screeching)
Here now.
(tires screech)
The back.
(click, quiet whirring) Brian!
(gasping)
What just happened?
Where's my dad? CALLEN: He's safe.
He'll be here soon.
How's the water?
Perfect.
I just got off the phone with Officer Borders.
She sends her regards.
Well, I don't know about
you guys, but I am starving.
Thinking about hitting up that barbecue place in the marina.
Best brisket in town.
Who's with me? You buying?
Oh, hell, I'll buy.
Well, then I'm definitely in. Sam?
I'll catch up with you guys.
You better hurry, 'cause you know there are limits
to Kensi's generosity.
Okay. Now you're buying.
Oh. Backfire.
Oh, that you and the colonel?
Killed him how I went Navy over Marines.
It's weird.
What's that?
How someone can affect your life.
As gruff as he was,
still grateful for everything he did for me.
Well...
sometimes it takes a rock and a feather for balance.
Hmm.
Brisket awaits, gentlemen.
On our way.
Rock or feather?
Both.
(chuckles)
Sulley.
What's that?
Went to my daughter's party
as Sulley from Monsters, Inc.
Big, blue creature,
furry horns, you know? I never heard of him.
You have a photo? Get out of here.
(chuckles) You're not coming?
No, no, no. I'll catch up with you guys.
All right.
(dialing)
(line ringing)
MAN: Hello? Colonel Hanna.
It's Sam. Just thought I would call and see how you're doing.
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