You got a problem, Walinski?
(grunting)
Congratulations, Walinski.
You'll be begging for some sun.
What are you looking at?! Get back to work!
You can go back under when this is done.
Yeah, if we didn't blow our cover coming out.
Well, that's on you two, isn't it?
(grunting)
(sighs)
Ugly bastards too scared to take me on one at a time.
GUARD: You got a real mouth on you, Callen.
(grunting)
Is that all you got? (grunts)
(lock buzzes)
Lucky day.
You're going back to general population.
Let's go.
(indistinct chatter)
Looking pretty good for six months in the SHU.
Welcome back, Walinski.
Good to see you, brother.
You remember FBI Special Agent Lisa Rand.
Agent Blye, Detective Deeks.
Nice to see you. Hi. Nice to see you, too.
SAM: All right, let's go.
Bring 'em up to speed.
RAND: Last year, after a naval hospital in San Diego closed,
it was discovered that the facility had been robbed
of its remaining medical nuclear material.
Left-behind cesium and cobalt-60.
Now, our CIs tell us that this man,
Aryan Supreme Alliance Commander Dallas Alder, has possession
of the material.
He was incarcerated in Oakville Prison.
Last summer, Callen successfully infiltrated
the ASA prison gang, got close to Dallas.
This is when you and Callen were pulled off the assignment
for the dark net case?
Exactly.
Which was particularly unfortunate,
considering that Dallas was subsequently released.
And now all chatter indicates
that the Aryan Supreme Alliance is planning
a bombing that will "have more impact than Oklahoma City."
The fear is it could be a dirty bomb,
made with the stolen nuclear material.
Agent Callen was reinserted into Oakville last week.
The ASA's income is generated by well-executed
bank robberies in California and Idaho.
So Callen was accepted into the gang because of his record
of successful bank robberies. So, if Dallas
was released, why did we put Callen back in?
Had to. Last time they saw him,
he was assaulting a guard and being dragged into solitary.
HETTY: So the question is,
how do we get Agent Callen out?
(indistinct chatter, grunting)
Walinski!
Charlie.
What's up? How you been?
Good. I'm okay, you know?
Glad to have you back, man. It's good to be back, my man.
Where's, uh... where's Dallas?
Ah, you know, man. He did his time.
Got out just after they threw you in the SHU.
Huh. Lucky bastard.
Right?
You hear from him at all?
Yeah, yeah. You know, he's got all the guys
watching my back, so...
JIMMIE RAY: Man, you'd be someone's pretty little wife
by now, if it wasn't for Dallas and the ASA.
I can take care of myself.
(chuckles) Hell, man,
I was born in prison.
Moms had me while she was doing time up in Folsom.
JIMMIE RAY: She's not your moms.
She didn't raise you.
Your family's the Alliance.
We're your mommy, your daddy, your grandma,
all rolled up into one.
Yeah, I never saw my moms again.
JIMMIE RAY: Hey...
my boys that just got out of the SHU,
they said they never heard you say one word in there.
(chuckles) They thought
you'd kilt yourself,
nobody came and checked the cell.
(chuckles) Just...
left him hanging there for his body to rot.
(chuckles)
Another day in the hot sun.
After six months in SHU,
I'm actually looking forward to working outside. (driver groans)
Help me!
Hey, something's wrong.
GUARD: What's wrong?
Pull over.
Brake! Brake!
(inmates groaning)
(hissing)
If I can get us out of these cuffs,
you got someone that can pick us up?
Yeah, my people could be here in 15 minutes.
You got a phone, genius?
The guard might.
(grunting)
CHARLIE: Hey, unlock mine.
(inmates murmuring, shouting)
Come on, get up! INMATE: Yo! Take me!
What about mine?
(inmates murmuring, grumbling)
Bingo.
Yeah. Go.
(inmates shouting)
JIMMIE RAY: Take these...
out back and burn 'em.
Got it.
King.
You fat bastard.
How the hell are you, brother?
Ginny's got food ready inside.
He a brother?
Not yet. He's good, though.
Walinski, King.
Anybody else want more?
I'm good. JIMMIE RAY: Understood.
Got it. See you soon, brother.
So...
Dallas will be home tomorrow.
Says he wants this place clean.
You should shower, wear something nice.
All right, the timing could not be better.
The boys here been working on a bank job,
a big one, out in Woodland Hills.
Been planning for months.
So Dallas needs another man.
You in?
Yeah, I'm in.
Hey, Kens.
Kens...
Hey.
Sorry. (clears throat)
He's been going at it like that for over an hour.
(grunting)
Can you blame him? His partner's in the wind without overwatch.
White supremacists aren't exactly his favorite people.
Well, they're not on my Christmas card list either.
You know, he once told me
he just wanted a world without them for his kids.
For all of our kids. (Sam's phone ringing)
(Deeks' phone ringing)
Something's going on.
Hey.
ERIC: Callen was able to make a call.
We have an address. Yeah, I got it.
All right. I'll relay it. Thanks, brother. Okay.
What's up? Callen made contact.
Eric's got a location. You're up.
All right.
Hey, partner...
Be safe.
Of course.
(engine rumbling)
Hey.
Hey, baby. How you doing?
(chuckles)
(whispers): They're following me.
(quietly): Anything on the bomb?
They got timers and C-4,
but no sign of the nuclear material.
Okay. They're also planning a bank robbery
somewhere in Woodland Hills.
Hetty wants us to solve this and get out as soon as we can.
Dallas isn't here yet.
(clears throat)
Who's this?
This is Sage.
It's my girl.
No outsiders until they're cleared with us. Hey,
I just spent six months in the SHU,
staring at cinder block walls with cameras on me 24/7.
We gonna have a problem?
We're not gonna have a problem.
Let's take it inside, Romeo.
Hope you boys don't mind a little noise.
(quietly): We take turns sleeping,
one of us always on watch. Oh, yeah.
(knocking on door)
JIMMIE RAY: Walinski, wake up!
Dallas is here.
Let's go.
(Dallas speaking indistinctly)
Dallas.
Good to see you again.
SHU didn't hurt you one bit. No, keep me
in there ten years, they're not gonna change me.
You should consider joining the ASA.
Become brothers with us. Well...
I'm a little bit of a lone wolf,
but, uh, I'll think about it.
You do that.
Hi. I'm Dallas.
Sage.
Why don't you help Ginny
get some breakfast for us.
Charlie, set the table.
Anything you need.
So...
who wants to rob a bank?
Hell, yeah.
Van's loaded.
Just like it'll be on the day.
I figure after we eat, do a little dry run.
Let's do it.
DALLAS: We put a lot of work into this.
I got a man on the inside.
He's sympathetic to our cause.
Told us the bank gets a delivery of cash every Thursday
for a Friday payday.
We're gonna hit it a week from today.
(phone rings)
MAN (over phone): Hey.
I was just talking about you.
(man speaking indistinctly over phone)
I'll call you back.
What is it?
The guard is throwing up in the bathroom.
The new one is 20 minutes out.
You thinking we go now?
DECKER: It's Friday. They got the cash.
We got the masks, the ammo?
All here. Ready to roll, brother.
We don't want to miss this opportunity.
CALLEN: It's a bad idea.
Location's no good-- there's too many stoplights
between here and the freeway.
We don't need an escape route.
What do you mean?
Well, why run when you can kill hostages?
DECKER: We've worked a long time for this.
Let's do it now.
All right.
We go.
You coming?
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(phone line ringing)
WOMAN: 911. What's your emergency?
Go!
(people gasping, screaming) Move!
Back up! Back up! Go!
Step away from your drawers!
(people screaming) Now! Back up!
Don't you move!
Back up!
Back it up!
Anybody moves, you die!
I see a cell phone, you die!
(screaming)
Keep screaming, you die!
MAN: Don't shoot!
I got the keys. (guard groaning)
Cameras down.
DALLAS: This is a bank robbery!
All you need to know is this:
We love killing people who don't listen,
especially...
black, brown and yellow ones!
(people gasp, shout)
CHARLIE: Put 'em in the bag. Put 'em in the bag. Come on.
Cell phones. Cell phones. Come on.
Put 'em in the bag! Come on. Cell phones.
Find a room to put 'em all in.
Teller stations.
Vault, with me.
Not that one! That's a dye pack.
Leave the bottom bill in every drawer,
otherwise you'll set off the alarm.
Vault's locked. CALLEN: Guys!
We got three minutes before the cops get here! Let's move it!
I came for the vault.
That vault requires a key and an iris scan.
The head teller has the key.
The manager has the eyeball. I know what I'm doing.
Who's the head teller?
Good.
You have the key?
Yes.
And who's the manager?
He left just before you came in.
(people gasping)
(sirens approaching) They got here too fast.
Get up, blondie!
Get up! Ow! Aah!
Move!
(sirens wailing, tires screeching)
(tires screech, sirens stop)
(gunfire continues)
We have hostages, and we will kill them
with a smile on our faces!
Stay the hell back!
(sobbing) Get back to the herd!
Dal... I got a room we can put 'em in. Good boy.
Move the hostages inside.
Lock the doors!
Cover the fire exit!
Everybody up! Hurry up!
CALLEN: Let's go, move it!
Move it!
Got it.
FBI Agent Rand just got a call
about a bank robbery in progress in Woodland Hills.
She believes Callen's inside.
I'll call Sam.
(anxious sigh)
Get in the room!
Move! Move!
Where's the head teller?
You got the keys? Yes.
Now, look...
no heroes here, okay?
You do what I say,
you're gonna get out of here.
I didn't come here to kill anyone.
Did you?
Good.
Stay with the hostages.
(door opens, closes)
(sirens wailing, engines revving)
(officers and agents shouting)
Get me connected to the bank.
Patch it through to NCIS Ops.
You guys will get the feed in your comms.
I'll talk to 'em. Connect me. TECH: Yes, sir.
(line rings)
(phone rings)
Get your pizza in 20 minutes, or it's free.
You're surrounded-- put down your weapons and walk out.
I pray to God you're white, for everybody's sake.
Italian.
FBI Agent Gallow.
That close enough for you?
Barely.
I'll go slow, so you can keep up.
I need the manager sent in here so I can stick his eye
in the scanner and open the vault.
Running voice prints against recorded prison conversations.
You are speaking with Dallas Alder.
Hey, Dallas...
Yeah, that's right, we know who you are.
You're working with Jimmie Ray Easton and Charlie Conner
and Steven Walinski.
Be smart. Come on.
Live to fight another day.
Don't tell me about smart-- you're one chromosome away
from being a monkey, you greasy
piece of garbage.
That's very nice, very classy.
Why are we even talking?
You've got ten minutes to send in the manager.
After that, every life I take is on you,
Agent Gallow.
(hangs up)
How the hell are we getting out of here?
(chuckles)
Can't believe you never went to school for this-- they're so good.
Oh, Dallas wouldn't let me.
This is the... the logo that I designed
for the ASA. It's an honor,
I guess.
Yeah.
It's good. It's powerful.
(music playing)
What's this?
Dallas wanted a picture,
um, of a pile of dead Jews and blacks with...
a bulldozer burying the bodies.
Seems like Dallas is getting ready for a war.
What's he planning?
Oh, I... he doesn't tell me anything.
Why do you stay with him?
He told me, uh, the only way I was gonna leave him
was in a body bag.
Connect me.
Mm-hmm.
(line rings)
(phone rings)
Tell me you're sending in the manager.
SAM: I'm sending in the manager,
but you got to give me five hostages.
You get two.
(hangs up)
DEEKS: Come to me, come to me, come to me.
You're okay. Come to me.
Keep going. You're all right. Right behind these cars.
You're okay. (phone rings)
Okay. It's them.
Gallow here.
You have the hostages--
send in the manager.
Sending him in.
Are you willing to go back into the bank
and open the vault?
Those are my people in there. Sure.
You boys know how to do this.
(beep, whirr)
(three beeps, lock clanks)
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(phone rings)
You get what you want?
DALLAS: I get a bus, you get a third of the hostages.
We go to the airport, get on a plane,
you get another third of the hostages.
We land in a country to be named later,
you get the rest of the hostages.
You have four hours to put it together.
Aryans want to purify America, rebuild it--
why would they want to go to another country?
I don't know...
but we're on the clock.
How far out is Hostage Rescue?
20 minutes. It may be easier
to deal with the bad guys
if we get them outside of the bank.
Get a third of the hostages. I mean, I could drive the bus.
That would get me and Callen on the inside. Couldn't we rig
the bus with cameras and let HRT do their thing?
No. That could go bad ten different ways.
You got anything else?
SAM: Exactly.
Let's do it.
Hey.
Hey. What's going on?
At some point here...
you're gonna have to do the right thing.
What do you mean, right thing? I can't tell you that.
You're gonna have to figure it out yourself.
(door opens)
Walinski, get back out here.
You don't want to die today, Charlie, do you?
Good.
'Cause neither do I.
(door opens, closes)
All right...
bus is ready, but HRT and SWAT both said they haven't detected
any movement or sound inside the building
for the last 60 minutes.
Try 'em again.
(line ringing)
Still not answering. We haven't heard from them
in almost two hours.
Do you think that Callen would try to take them?
Did you hear gunshots? No.
Then he didn't.
Okay. We need to breach.
Something happened, something changed in there.
Okay, I'll alert HRT.
Let's do it.
He's the only guy in here.
(hostages gasping, murmuring)
Shh...
Hostages are secured.
DEEKS: Let's roll.
One,
two, three...
(grunts)
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Sam, you're never going to believe this.
(indistinct talking)
This runs to an old sewer tunnel.
They followed that about a hundred yards
and then bored through eight feet of soil
to get to the bank's foundation.
It was pre-dug. All they had to do
was break through a layer of flooring in the bank.
They must have been working on it for months.
They needed time, money and building schematics.
I mean, this is a professional job.
SAM: Threatening to kill hostages
was just a ploy to keep us from coming inside.
They got away with over $2.5 million.
Get Blye. We need to talk to the girlfriend
and get inside that house.
See if there's any evidence of the nuclear material.
On it.
What we know at this point is (phone ringing)
a little after 1:00 p.m.,
several men entered the Certified National Bank.
KENSI: Hey.
No, it's not going to be a problem.
Mm-hmm. Door's open.
(reporter continues indistinctly)
Ginny, I've got to tell you something.
I'm not really Steven's girlfriend.
I'm a federal agent investigating ASA.
(door opens, Ginny gasps)
(door closes)
We're going to have to take you in.
DALLAS: Decker, King,
take turns watching the front.
KING: I'll go first.
Take this spool, run it to the outside,
see if we get a signal.
I'll go with him.
Give me the gun, Walinski.
Why?
'Cause it's mine. I gave it to you.
I want it back.
(clears throat)
Let's go.
What's your plan after this?
I don't know.
I might be able to help get you a job.
Get your life on track.
Why do you keep trying to help me?
I never knew my mom or dad either.
Look, even if you have to walk away from this with no money...
you got to get out of this life.
There's a better ways to live than to hate the whole world.
DALLAS: Walinski, you get that run yet?
Yeah, just about.
Charlie, take the car
and dump it about four or five miles from here.
Use the bus when you come back.
Walk the last mile.
Why don't you, uh, let me finish, I'll go with him.
No, no, I want you to stay close.
Charlie's less conspicuous.
You know what "conspicuous" means, don't you, Charlie?
Yeah, you told me once.
Um...
something you notice?
Yeah, that's exactly right, something you notice.
Go get rid of the car.
Let's finish this up.
Why don't you, uh,
tell me again what happened back there.
I told you.
Yeah, I know, but we were running,
so I-I didn't really get all of it.
You guys ran down the tunnel.
I went back to check and make sure
that the hostages were all locked up.
Jimmie Ray said he saw something
moving by the front door, so he went to check it out.
Sniper must have got him through the glass,
because next thing I know...
...the, uh, FBI SWAT
was hauling towards the front door.
You didn't check to see if he was alive?
I didn't have time.
I was running for the tunnel.
Let's get the TV on.
Maybe they'll say something about Jimmie Ray being alive.
Yeah, let's do that.
(claps loudly) Stay with me, genius.
Why do you think you were left behind, Jimmie Ray?
Me and Walinski were last in the bank.
He told me to go check on the hostages.
Next thing I know, I wake up zip-tied to the vault.
You were left behind as a bread crumb
so we could find Dallas.
The man you know as Steven Walinski
is actually an undercover agent.
Hey, I know you.
You're a guard at Oakville.
And on the bus.
It's all smoke and mirrors, Jimmie Ray.
You've been played top-to-bottom, inside and out
by a black federal agent.
We got you signed, sealed and delivered back to prison.
You want less time, you got to start talking now.
Because I need to know where Dallas is.
When the white revolution comes...
It's not gonna happen, Jimmie. Yes, it is.
No, it ain't. Know why?
Because of all the poor white men in this country
with no jobs,
no hope.
You see, you and your African president
have already taken everything from us.
So now...
we got nothing to lose.
You know, that's funny...
because...
that sounds just like poor black men to me.
I got this. Thanks.
Look at these for me, Ginny.
All these women
are from various white supremacist groups.
They stood by their men
and now they're doing ten-plus years
in prison because of it.
I want you to do something for me.
Okay, Ginny?
I want you to value yourself.
Where did Dallas plan on going after he hit the bank?
I... I don't know.
You must have overheard something.
He always made me leave the room.
Told me to do the dishes
or-or make the bed.
He... he'd pull the little hairs on the back of my neck
if he caught me sitting idle.
Just think.
You must've heard a street name,
a neighborhood.
Come on, help me help you.
I don't know, I don't know.
Why, why, why?
Why are you with a person like Dallas?
Isn't it obvious?
Look at me.
Who else would want me?
(crying)
REPORTER: When the FBI entered the building,
the masked men were no longer inside.
The bank robbers somehow got out of the bank,
past the FBI and police.
(turns off TV)
I'm not hearing anything about FBI shooting or killing anybody,
or storming the bank.
The FBI controls the information that's fed to the press.
You don't believe me?
What do you think I'm hiding?
I don't know.
But I'm going to find out.
(grunts)
(grunting)
(blows thudding)
When Dallas would leave, how long would he be gone for?
He would leave at different times.
When he would come home, he'd take a shower,
I'd do the laundry.
You'd do the laundry because his clothes were dirty?
Yeah. They were covered with dirt.
Okay, he and his men
were digging a tunnel but they also had to figure out
a hideout, somewhere to go after the robbery.
How long would he be gone when his clothes weren't dirty?
It might tell us how far away he was travelling.
Was there a pattern to it?
No, he would come and go at different times, different days.
(sighs)
When he came home when his clothes were clean,
he always brought me paper to do my drawings.
(laughs softly)
Have Deeks send over Ginny's drawings
from the house, quickly.
On it.
Hey, Deeks, we need the drawings. Yeah? Drawings.
Yeah. Okay, got it.
Yeah, all of them. What else?
Any other material you might find...
Detective, you should see this. Hold on a second.
Is that what I think it is?
It's called a PIG.
It's leadlined, used for safely holding
highly radioactive compounds.
Assistant Director, we found the missing nuclear material.
Good.
This mission is now about one thing--
finding and extricating Agent Callen.
DEEKS: Got it.
Ah, excuse me.
I've almost got this,
but, uh, what do you like better,
the pencil skirt or the mini?
Jimmie Ray does have excellent legs.
You got to flaunt them, Mr. Beale.
Miniskirt, definitely.
All right. I'll get it over to Sam.
We are going to find Dallas,
we're going to dump you back into prison
and put the word out that you told us where Dallas was.
Now, you do that, boy.
Those are my brothers.
They'll know I never did that.
ERIC (over earphone): Sam, on your phone.
(phone chimes)
(chuckles)
You're right.
It's just talk.
But a picture is worth a thousand words, huh?
And there's more.
Don't get me wrong.
I mean, I have nothing against men wearing women's clothing.
It's a free country, it's the American Way, but...
I can't imagine the Aryan Brothers
being as open-minded as I am.
The man you know as Steven Walinski
is my partner.
My brother.
So, understand this.
I will not hesitate
to throw you back to the hyenas.
You understand me?
Now, where's Dallas planning to go after the robbery?
I just got out of prison a day ago, man.
I was never part of the planning.
Give me something, Jimmie.
(groans) I need more than that.
He said something about an abandoned factory.
Still not enough.
It's all I got.
Well, that's not going to be enough to save you,
if something happens to my partner...
boy.
If we ever cross paths on the street...
Yeah?
I want to kill you...
like the animal you are.
When you're back in that box,
I want you to hold onto the hate real tight,
because that's all you got.
(beep) Eric, Nell...
did you figure out where the paper came from?
No. We analyzed the weave, the type of fiber
and the dye used to make the paper,
which did lead us to the manufacturer.
But then, we hit a dead end.
Turns out that company's been out of business
for almost two years.
SAM: Wait a second.
Jimmie Ray said Dallas told him something
about going to abandoned factory.
KENSI: So, what if Dallas
didn't buy the paper at a store?
What if it's leftover stock from the abandoned factory?
Send the addresses to our phone. Come on.
Meet you there.
The police entered the building shortly after 4:15 p.m.
They were expecting a gun battle, but no shots were fired.
And we're confirming all of the hostages were rescued
and are uninjured...
(grunts, gasps)
DALLAS: Wake up, Walinski.
They're still not saying anything about
Jimmie Ray being alive. (groans, gasps)
TV REPORTER: The FBI does know the identities
of some of the suspects...
It'll come out... I promise you.
(on TV): We're going to be giving you a number
to an FBI hotline.
We'll have that in a few minutes.
Bill, the scene here brings back the...
You know, according to the news...
they didn't even enter the bank
until 90 minutes after we left.
Oh... (stammers, gasps)
For all we know, Jimmie's...
Jimmie's still alive, you know?
I mean, he'd be talking to 'em.
They wouldn't want us to know that.
I had all of my boys talk to everybody in the SHU.
Not one person heard your voice in there.
I keep my mouth shut,
so that makes me a liar?
Yeah. I think it does.
Come on, man.
Fumes could ignite.
Why would I lie?!
'Cause I think you're a cop.
Hi. Hi.
I'm-I'm sorry. I'm a little lost.
I was wondering if you could help me.
My GPS is not working properly on the phone.
I just don't know what to do with it.
Do you think that you could help me get to the 110?
(grunts) Aah! Oh!
(groans) Oh.
(knife clicks, slides; muffled groan)
(sighs) (grunts)
I think he broke my leg.
Shh. I got this.
(panting)
You know, we did this
once before, to a Mexican kid, when we were bored.
Funny thing is, after he was burned,
and the flames went out, thought he was dead.
Then he started moving, asking for his mamacita.
How do you even sleep at night?
So, you are a cop.
(Callen gasps)
Even worse.
A federal agent.
You know, it's very brave of you to confess that.
Not really.
'Cause now...
he's gonna shoot you.
Don't move.
Don't twitch.
Don't even breathe.
You shoot me, the cigarette drops.
You have to decide whether you want to live or die.
Toss the cigarette away.
Are you prepared for the consequences of your actions?
Are you prepared for a black man to take you out of this world?
You gonna come visit him when he looks like a hot dog
been left on the grill too long?
Stop moving.
Charlie...
Drop your gun.
Charlie, don't.
This is my friend, Charlie.
This is my partner.
DALLAS: They're Feds, Charlie.
Shoot him and let's get out of here.
Charlie, don't do it.
You remember what we talked about?
This is it.
The time to do the right thing.
What the hell are you doing? I said, shoot him!
CALLEN: Charlie...
Don't do it, Charlie.
I love you, Charlie. You're like my son.
CALLEN: No, he doesn't, Charlie.
Don't listen to him.
Charlie...
I can't, Dallas.
I'm really sorry.
(gunshot, Charlie grunts)
(grunting)
Go ahead, move. (whimpers)
I'll sleep great tonight.
(groaning) Turn over.
You okay? Yeah.
(Charlie gasping weakly)
CALLEN: Charlie?!
Callen, Sam, you good? CALLEN: Get me out of these.
Deeks, get an ambulance!
Eric, uh, we got a gunshot victim.
We need an ambulance. ERIC: Got it.
DEEKS: Callen, ambulance is six minutes out.
Charlie...
Hang in there, Charlie.
I don't understand.
It's okay. Keep... keep breathing.
(shallow, weak breathing)
CALLEN: Come on, stay with me.
(gasping)
Keep breathing, Charlie.
Look at me!
(panting)
Charlie?!
(panting)
Callen, he's gone.
(sighing)
Agent Callen...
he was a known felon
who had a gun aimed at a federal agent's head.
Are we good?
Yeah, we're good.
Hetty said you'd be here.
This thing really tearing you up?
This racist kid?
(tires screeching, thudding, siren blaring)
(groans, panting)
G, why are we here?
I ran away from my last foster family.
I robbed a storage locker, I got caught.
I spent three weeks in juvie.
It was hell.
So I escaped, I stole a car,
and I crashed
into that pole.
(grunting)
My whole life was over... right here.
And then, the...
hand of God intervened.
I just keep asking myself, why me?
Charlie was on that same path.
Now he's dead before he ever got started.
Maybe it has something to do
with the content of your character.
No.
No, Hetty saved me.
Everything I am today is because of her.
Well,
you should tell her.
Come on.
Korean barbecue.
Kensi and Deeks are meeting us.
I'm starving.
(sighs heavily)
OFFICER: I don't know who you are,
or what strings you pulled,
but this kid just crashed though two LAPD cruisers.
That is an assault on a officer with a deadly weapon.
He should be tried as an adult.
Your objections are noted.
What?
Very impressive, Mr. Callen.
Very impressive, indeed.
You're really short.
(laughs)
You taking me back to Social Services?
No.
You're never going there again.
You can stay with me...
for as long as you like.
I've been watching you...
for quite a while.
You have great potential.
And I have a plan for you, Mr. Callen.
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