¶ You drank up all my liquor ¶
¶ Come on, what I'm supposed to do now? ¶
¶ And you talkin' all that ..., now come on ¶
¶ You gonna have to back it up ¶
¶ If I get too high now, sugar, come on ¶
¶ I might never come down ¶
¶ You know I might never come down ¶
¶ Let me get down ¶
¶ You might not never come down ¶
¶ Nah, nah, nah, let me get down. ¶
¶ You know I might never come down... ¶
¶ ¶
No, no, no. Ah.
No, warm beer is not cool.
Oh, come on, you got to be kidding me.
Okay.
(beeping)
What the...?
(beeping gets faster)
No, no!
¶ ¶
(Sam grunting)
(bell dings)
Whoo!
That circuit is no joke.
Looked like you were having uncontrollable muscle spasms.
(Sam chuckles)
Can't bring me down, G.
Endorphins are flowing, I feel great.
Want to give it a go?
No, I've decided to cut back
on my bean bag training. Telling you,
dynamic movement incorporating strength conditioning
and cardio, all in one?
Cut your workout time in half.
No, no, no.
Flexibility and mobility,
that's the strength and cardio of 2017.
(chuckles) Where'd you hear that?
(grunts)
What do you mean where did I hear that?
What makes you think I didn't come up with
that original thought? Sorry.
All right,
I heard it in a podcast Anna was listening to.
You know, learning something new from experts,
never a bad thing.
Okay, see, you said experts.
Therein lies the rub, there are no experts on these podcasts.
No degrees or qualifications are needed.
All you have to have is a computer,
a microphone, and some very strong opinions.
I'm sure they do their research before each podcast.
No, no research.
How do you know? How do I know?
'Cause every sentence begins with
"You know, I read somewhere that..."
Get back to stretching. (bell dings)
Mm.
Hey.
Good morning.
Have you been up for a long time?
(inhales sharply)
Kind of.
Well, baby, I'm so sorry you can't sleep.
And if there's anything I can do...
I actually slept really well last night.
Really? Mm-hmm.
That's incredible.
It's been a while since I've slept that well.
I feel really good.
Well, that's awesome and we should celebrate.
You know how we should celebrate, though? Hmm?
Deeks' frittatas, Deeks' famous frittatas.
And then we should go paddle boarding down in the marina. Deeks?
I know the guy that's renting all the new boards,
he's got the Laird ones now, so... Deeks?
Yeah? Shut up.
Oh, dear God, yes.
Almighty.
What's happening?
Hi. That's fantastic.
I just wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for what?
For everything.
Ah.
You're the strong one, I was just along for the ride.
Shh.
Baby, you know how much I want to do this,
are you sure you're ready?
Yeah.
(phone chimes)
Don't. Don't get that. (groans)
DEEKS: Don't reach over there and grab that, don't do that.
Baby, don't get that, put that down, put that-- (groans)
No, no, see that's probably just your stock quote being updated.
Don't. No. Oh. Yep.
Yeah, we got to go. No, we don't have to go!
Yeah, we do, we got to go. No. Come on, Kensi, Kensi, Kensi, Kensi, Kensi.
I think we should just talk about this, (groans)
but by talk about this, I mean make-- oh, God.
(inhales)
If you just gave me, like, four minutes.
All right, two and a half.
Kens?
What do we have?
(sighs)
Last night, civilian engineer Sheldon Rhodes was killed
in an explosion in his RV.
ERIC: Rhodes worked for West Central Aerospace.
He ran an elite group of engineers
tasked with the development of critical systems
for the Navy's new Zumwalt class destroyer.
Zumwalt class?
Guided missile destroyers.
Stealth ships.
Due to the sensitive nature of that project,
SECNAV needs to know if the plans for the ship
have been compromised
in any way.
Do we know what caused the explosion?
Mm, C.S.U. hasn't started processing yet.
They're waiting on the coroner and fire to finish.
Now, it's unclear if a bomb was used.
Were there any witnesses?
A few.
They described a "sudden and massive" explosion.
NELL: Now, Hetty has routed Kensi and Deeks
directly to West Central Aerospace
to interview Rhodes' co-workers
on the Zumwalt project.
She'd like for you to investigate the wreckage;
see if this is just some accident,
or if Rhodes was intentionally targeted.
Copy that.
(seagulls squawking)
CALLEN: Well, C.S.U. is processing.
They said we can look, but we can't enter the RV
or touch anything.
Got it. Mm-hmm.
Well, this definitely wasn't caused by a fuel fire.
No.
They hard-wired an explosive device
into the RV's electrical system.
They probably used a timer.
Open the door, trigger one of the electrical systems,
countdown begins.
Soft detonator.
Yo. OFFICER: Yes, sir.
SAM: Military and demolition contractors
use hard casings.
So who uses soft ones?
It's really only used on film and TV sets.
I guess that makes sense.
Hard one would have shrapnel, be a little dangerous on the set.
All right.
You know anybody that sells this type?
No, I don't.
But I know someone who does.
Good.
This was a big bang.
And they used det cord, a lot of it.
Causes a massive concussive explosion.
Yeah, whoever did it wasn't taking any chances.
They wanted to make sure Rhodes was dead.
WOMAN: This is a rare situation.
I'm sure you understand, but we've never allowed
members of the media into the secured engineering pods.
DEEKS: Yeah, but we're not members of the media.
Of course, we were forwarded your security clearances.
I just meant we've never allowed outsiders in here.
Sheldon Rhodes was working on a classified Navy project
and we're here investigating that on behalf of NCIS
and the secretary of the Navy, which means,
if anybody's an outsider, it's...
It's certainly not you,
Belinda Fujita, VP of Public Relations, (giggles)
because you have been, you've been wonderful.
You are so sweet.
Yeah, no, if by sweet, you mean professional, then yeah.
BELINDA: You know,
I would love to know more about exactly what it is
that NCIS does.
Maybe we could grab a pitaya bowl one day
and you could fill me in.
Wow. DEEKS: Uh...
I'm actually more of an açai bowl guy, myself.
(giggles)
Well, trying new things can really, uh, change your life.
Oh...
This is Sheldon Rhodes' engineering pod.
(electronic beep) Five of his engineers
are assembled and ready to speak to you.
Oh, I thought that, uh, seven engineers
reported to Mr. Rhodes.
That's correct. As you can imagine,
his team is very shaken.
Two of his lead engineers opted to stay home today
upon hearing of Sheldon's...
(sobbing quietly)
All right, listen, I know that this is a difficult time,
Yeah. I just think that it's...
Yep. Oh.
Well, I'm just, um... Nope. Oh.
I'm just gonna be in here,
uh, interviewing the engineers. Okay.
You're okay.
We'll just get those...
addresses later. (sobbing): Yeah.
I know you were en route to talk to a contact
to speak about the explosives that were used.
Yeah, Lincoln Stern, he's a friend from the Teams.
Well, I think I'm going to send Kensi and Deeks
to speak with Mr. Stern.
Why is that?
Because I have something a little more international
planned for you two.
Mm. I hear Bali's nice this time of year.
Yeah.
Kensi and Deeks just found out two of Rhodes' lead engineers
never arrived at work today.
We looked into it.
Turns out that this man, Aiden Tinker,
just booked a last minute airline ticket.
LAX to Tokyo.
You think Tinker's a spy, and that he's trying to sell
the plans to the stealth ship.
I do.
SAM: If that's the case
and Rhodes knew what he was up to,
Tinker might have killed him.
And now he's headed to Tokyo with the plans.
I want you both on that plane.
When it lands,
do not let Tinker out of your sight.
If he's going to Tokyo to sell those plans,
I want to know who's buying.
Got it.
HETTY: Uh, gentlemen?
One more thing.
You'll be backstopped as travelling businessmen,
but since we have no idea who Aiden Tinker is working with,
we can't apply for a diplomatic pouch.
It may alert the wrong people.
So no guns on the plane or on the ground in Tokyo?
It's not an ideal situation.
¶ ¶
Guess we should've asked Sam what his friend looks like.
Well, he's a SEAL,
and there's only two types of SEALs,
so it should be easy to spot him.
Two types? Yeah.
Type one, you got a death metal SEAL, which is, like,
the beard and the tattoos and everything,
and then type two is your squared away, fitness freak,
entrepreneur SEAL.
Hey, I was thinking, um,
we could take the train up the coast this weekend.
Uh, train... up the coast,
yeah, I don't, eh, I don't think that's a great id...
Why not? It'll be fun. We could go to Pismo, San Luis Obispo.
What do you think? Yeah, no, that does, that does sound great,
I just thought maybe, that-- for this weekend,
we'd just, we stayed in L.A.
we could, you know, we could stalk
the Kogi truck on Twitter, and-- that sounds fun, right?
What is going on with you? What's up?
Nothing's up. Why does something have to be up?
Maybe I'm just craving succulent pork tacos, you know?
Yeah, okay. I'm just gonna buy those tickets, so...
No, no. No, no. You can't, you can't do that,
because we can't... Stop doing that,
because we have to stay in town this weekend. Just...
Why do we have to stay in town this weekend?
Because-- I don't want to talk about this. Why?
(sighs) Kensi.
Deeks.
Tell me why. (exhales)
Kat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany and Tiffany
are coming in town this weekend to surprise you,
to celebrate your recovery and to...
And you've ruined the surprise.
No, I mean, I have given up
certain details of said surprise,
but that was under extreme duress.
The Tiffanys are coming to town! And you're incredibly... Yes.
Oh, and there's our SEAL.
DEEKS: Look at that. Huh? Type one.
Death metal, tattoos, beard, boom.
KENSI: Lincoln Stern?
You must be Kensi and Shaggy.
Deeks.
What was that?
Uh, Deeks, my name is Deeks.
That's not what Sam said.
Don't like to contradict Sam.
(Kensi clears her throat)
Speaking of Sam, he said that you may be able to help us out
with some explosives information for a case.
Yeah, I'm sure I can help.
What are you offering?
Sorry, what?
Offering? Yeah, I'm easy.
Doesn't have to be a lot.
Cash, jiu-jitsu gi, surfboard.
Oh, I mean, I thought
that you were helping us out because...
No, I always help out Sam.
He saved my life.
Did you ever save my life?
No.
No, I have not.
No, I... I wasn't trying to get in your face about that,
it's a legit question.
Sometimes I forget the faces
of everyone that's saved my life.
Yeah.
But you do believe my time has a value attached to it?
Yeah, no. I-I guess.
You guess.
KENSI: You know what?
You're an expert among experts, okay?
Sam has told us that you've executed and designed
pyro for the biggest movies in Hollywood.
Believe me. We understand your time is valuable.
I like you, Kensi.
(laughs) I might help you out at no cost.
Thank you. Me and Shaggy here,
we're gonna have to work something out.
What do you got, Shaggy?
Yeah, Shaggy, what do you got?
Let me... let me think about that.
(airplane flying overhead)
(indistinct chatter)
CALLEN: I can't believe Hetty didn't put me in first.
We need to be able to cover the whole plane.
Yeah, I get that,
Just don't know why you can't be back in coach.
Thank you.
I need the leg room.
Yeah, don't worry, G. Ha, ha.
Your flexibility and mobility training
will come in handy in those tight little seats.
Oh, you were just waiting for that one, weren't you?
Welcome, what seat do you have?
2A. Oh, wonderful.
That's right up front here. Have a seat,
and as soon as you get settled, we'll bring you some champagne.
Oh, that is wonderful.
You hear that, G? Champagne.
Welcome, what seat do you have?
38E.
All the way in the back by the lavatories.
Thanks. Mm.
Konichiwa.
(clearing throat)
Keep following the gentleman here.
Uh, can you please keep it moving, sir?
(chuckles) You're liking this, aren't you?
Just keep it moving, G.
Lavatory's a long way back.
38.
Okay.
Hey.
Big Ron.
I'm in, uh, wireless communication devices.
That's great.
My friends call me Big Ron because...
You're big. (laughs)
(both laugh)
Yep. You got it.
Yeah.
And I'm loving this.
Yeah.
How lucky am I?
Very lucky.
What's your name?
G.
G? Mm-hmm.
What kind of name is that?
Well, it's a... it's a short one.
Okay.
May I take your jacket, sir?
Absolutely.
(sighs)
A hot towel?
Thank you. Perfect.
And once we get airborne, would you like a bowl of fresh fruit?
You know, I would love some fresh fruit.
You're cute.
Maybe I'll bring you two bowls.
Yeah, I like that.
I like that.
Got any fresh fruit in the back, G?
(Big Ron grunts)
Would you like some chicken?
No, I'm, uh,
I'm all set. Thank you.
Really?
Mm-hmm. It's incredible.
Whenever I'm in L.A., I stop at this place.
(exhales)
Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm good.
Thank you for offering.
That does smell really good.
Oh, have a piece. What can I get you?
Uh, how about a drumstick?
One drumstick coming right up.
Oh, thanks.
Mm.
Mm!
There you go.
Thank you. Sure.
It's good, huh? Mm-hmm.
It's really good. Mm, mm, mm.
LINCOLN: This isn't bad. Thanks for the coffee, Shaggy.
DEEKS: No, it's the least I could do.
Your time is valuable.
All right, guys.
So, this is the soft detonator used to trigger the explosion.
Yeah. That's the kind of detonator
we use in the movies.
That's det cord.
DEEKS: Yeah, that's the explosive they used.
You see that yellow cord with the two black stripes?
Yeah.
It's not a hundred percent,
because of all the various suppliers,
but for my money, yellow cord with two black stripes
comes from PWX Supplies in the Valley.
Wow. Nice.
Thank you. Thank you very much, Lincoln.
Anytime.
You got off easy with the coffee.
Next time, put a little more thought into my payment.
I'm on it. I'll start penciling down ideas right now.
Think about it.
All right. Bye-bye.
ERIC (over comms): Hey, guys.
I see that you are airborne.
You copy?
Yeah.
I hear you.
I knew you'd understand, G.
(laughs)
ERIC: All right. I've set up your comms to piggyback
off the plane's Wi-Fi signal, so as long
as the signal's active and you are within range,
you should be good to go.
CALLEN: Tinker's headed for the back.
What? Got to go already?
We haven't even started in with the beers.
Hey. Don't you eat all those drumsticks without me,
all right? (laughter)
Hey, pal. How long are you gonna be in there?
Sam, I'm gonna pop the door.
Flight attendant's dead.
Tinker's... Don't move.
Keep your hands up and back up.
Look, I am... Stop talking.
You need to... You're gonna catch a bullet
if you don't shut your mouth.
Air Marshal Miguel Salazar.
NCIS Special Agent G. Callen,
this is Special Agent Sam Hanna.
Eric.
Sending you a photo of an I.D.
I need some verification. ERIC: On it.
What do you guys think you're doing up here? This is totally--
If you are who you say you are, we'll know.
ERIC: Callen, it's good. Okay.
Thanks, Eric.
What the hell's going on here?
Whose body is that in there?
We're surveiling a suspect.
He came back to the lavatory, I followed.
I found the flight attendant dead.
Are you saying your suspect is missing on the flight?
Okay. Who are you looking for?
Aiden Tinker.
I'll need to alert the captain of the situation.
There's one more air marshal aboard
who won't reveal themselves. They only have one mission.
To protect the cockpit.
Yeah. Let me seal this.
Does this go down to the cargo hold?
Yeah.
SAM: We'll walk around the aisles,
look for Aiden Tinker, if we don't see him,
we'll search the hold.
Hold on.
Code is: Lima, Bravo, 8, 1, 5, Delta.
Yes, Captain.
I've got a situation to brief you on,
but I need to do a headcount first.
Copy.
CAPTAIN JACOBS (over P.A.): Hello from the flight deck,
this is Captain Jacobs.
We have a bit of turbulence up ahead.
I'm gonna need everyone
to return to their seats and fasten their seat belts.
Thank you.
(chimes)
Easier to search if everyone's in their seat.
I'll stay here, watch the cargo hold door.
NELL: I don't understand.
Why would Tinker want to kill that flight attendant?
Maybe the flight attendant
caught him with one of those Samsung phones.
Too soon?
Sorry. Bad joke.
Okay, wait.
What if the flight attendant did catch Tinker
doing something he shouldn't have been doing?
If Tinker is flying to Tokyo
to sell the stealth ship plans to someone there,
why would he do anything to attract attention
to himself onboard?
So maybe he's not flying to Tokyo to sell the plans.
Maybe he's selling the plans on the flight.
Or maybe, someone's trying to steal the plans from him
on the plane.
SALVADOR ORTEGA: 28 years of business,
I've never had anything stolen until now.
And they stole, uh, det cord and soft detonators?
Yeah.
This is where they parked their truck.
And then they drove away from here.
I've given the surveillance footage to the ATF already.
All right, we'll get a copy, thank you.
It's not gonna tell you much except they were men.
They were smart about the camera angles
and wearing hoodies.
If you need anything else, I'll be inside.
All right. I got to get back to work.
All right, appreciate it. Have a good day. Have a good one.
Well,
if Mr. Ortega's cameras didn't catch their faces,
maybe somebody else's did.
Yeah, I'm not really seeing
any more surveillance cameras anywhere.
DEEKS: Hey, darling?
Second floor.
KENSI: Ah. Motorcycle security camera, I like it.
Shall we?
We shall. Yeah.
This is Cheryl.
She's been briefed by the captain.
Sam Hanna, NCIS.
Special Agent Callen.
Is Thomas in there?
He is.
Oh. Uh...
the captain wanted you to know
that we are two point one hours
away from Los Angeles and roughly
two point five hours away from Honolulu.
So, he would like to know where to fly his plane.
Can he turn back to L.A. without alerting the other passengers?
CHERYL: Captain Jacobs flew for the navy.
He told me that you would ask me that
and he said to tell you that he can fly this thing upside down
without alerting the passengers.
Then let's head back to L.A.
CHERYL: Okay.
You're on your own for the next two hours.
Um...
...these passengers are my responsibility.
I need you to let me know if they're in danger.
We'll let you know.
Tinker's not on this level.
Let's check
the cargo hold.
I wasn't made aware
of any diplomatic pouches onboard,
so I'm assuming the two of you aren't carrying firearms.
We are not.
SALAZAR: Okay, follow me.
(scanner beeps)
Were you able to get clean images of the two guys
that stole those explosives?
A little more than that.
The image was clear enough to run through facial rec.
So we have IDs?
It's still running,
but we were able to scan their faces
into Kaleidoscope; we got a hit from TSA at LAX.
One of them boarded a flight.
Leaving the country?
Yes, same flight as Callen and Sam.
So why can't we just get his name off the ticket?
Mm, that's because he doesn't have a ticket.
So how did he get on the plane?
That's exactly what we're trying to find out.
So, we located his partner
in the crowd at the gate.
He's sitting right there on his laptop,
across from the woman scanning tickets.
He never gets on the plane.
That's it.
I couldn't figure out how they were able
to hack the airline's secured server. They didn't.
They just went over Wi-Fi
and hacked the ticket scanner at the gate.
They must have used tickets from another flight
to get past security.
Then they probably issued
duplicate seat numbers at the gate.
KENSI: If he doesn't confront the person
in the duplicate seat, then there's no record
of him on the flight. Wow, nice work, Beale.
Wait, what?
He should leave.
He's already got
his partner on the flight,
why does he keep hacking the ticket scanner?
Can we run through the whole boarding and set the counter?
Yeah.
There are 272 people that boarded that flight.
NELL: But the flight manifest
lists 268 passengers.
KENSI: That's four people that shouldn't be on that plane.
That's why they killed the flight attendant.
They got on the plane, went straight to the back.
Flight attendant asked them to sit down...
(sighs) ...that was it. KENSI: Probably hid
in the lavatories or the cargo hold for takeoff.
We have to alert Sam and Callen.
If we can. Callen and Sam are in the cargo hold.
Callen, Sam, do you read me?
Callen, Sam?
The Wi-Fi signal probably doesn't reach
their comms down there.
Hey, air marshal!
(muffled gunshots firing)
Give me his gun.
Gun.
He's losing a lot of blood.
I'm not gonna be able to hold 'em off for long.
(Salazar panting) SAM: Anything?
SALAZAR: In my boot.
Okay, okay, I got it. Don't move.
I got you.
G. (Salazar pants, groans)
Just in time.
We got to go. Can you move him?
Yeah, I think he can walk. On my one...
...two... Three!
(passengers murmuring)
CHERYL: That should hold whatever's down there,
down there.
Okay, hang in there, buddy.
Listen, I need you to take me to the second air marshal.
The one in first class.
I'll go. Cheryl, can you show me?
Hang in there, buddy. All right?
Salazar, hang-- hang in there.
Eric, we're here.
Okay. I was able to follow our hacking guy
from the gate to a black Jeep in the short-term structure.
Traffic cams brought me to this street,
and then, I lost him.
I've got an ID for him.
His name is Aric Weber.
Let me guess, he's suspected of being a book club leader
in Redondo Beach.
Scandalous, but no. He was part of KSM,
German Naval Special Forces.
According to Interpol, he's working freelance now.
That's beautiful, he probably knows kung fu.
(sighs) We're gonna go look for that Jeep.
ERIC: Copy that.
This is NCIS Special Agent Callen.
Oh, Air Marshal Vanessa Barley. Where's Salazar?
He's injured. He's not in good shape.
My partner's trying to stabilize him in the rear of the aircraft.
We have four known shooters onboard.
Is this is a takeover scenario?
We don't believe it is.
Okay, but I can't leave my post.
I understand that. (phone rings)
Yes?
Yes, Captain?
Four in the cargo hold.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Captain.
(P.A. dings)
CAPTAIN JACOBS: Ladies and gentleman, I was told some of you
reported hearing loud noises.
That was just some cargo in the hold
that shifted during the turbulence.
However, we do have a passenger
that's experiencing severe air sickness.
So, please keep the aisles clear while we bring him
to the front of the plane. Thank you.
(P.A. dings) BARLEY: There's an access in mid-cabin
that'll take you up to the crew sleeping quarters.
Bring Salazar up there, there's a full trauma kit.
We've secured the access door to the cargo hold.
Captain said if they have tools,
they may be able to come up through various floor panels.
No one's getting past me to that cockpit.
Let's do it.
Hey. I was wondering if you can give me a hand with something.
(German accent): I'm busy, sorry.
One heck of a barbeque you got got going there, huh?
Or maybe a backyard, personal Burning Man?
(laughs) Because of the-- 'cause of the gas.
I need to go. Please leave.
Come on, man, we're neighbors. I live right there.
I just bought this new TV, I was wondering if you could
give me a hand bringing it inside.
Hey, buddy, did you not hear me?
No, I definitely heard you. LAPD, put the gas cans down.
Nice and easy, right now.
Now put your hands up. (apartment door opens)
Hey, I'm late for class. DEEKS: Ma'am, step back.
If you see Fed Ex, can you sign for me? Ma'am, stop.
(gasps) What's going on?
Hey! (screams)
(screaming) It's okay.
It's okay. Come to me, come to me,
come to me, come to me, it's okay, it's okay.
Just breathe, breathe. It's okay.
Just breathe. Look at me, breathe, breathe.
You're okay. Okay.
Kens?
Weber's neighbor, Tina, is with LAPD.
We recovered a laptop at the scene.
It's in transit to Eric as we speak.
NELL: Got it.
Did Weber's home reveal anything else?
Yeah, that he was definitely here to kill Rhodes.
We found surveillance pictures of Rhodes and his RV,
and detailed files on everyone
that worked on the stealth ship unit.
Which is why he was about to burn his apartment
to the ground. Yeah.
Well, maybe Weber wanted to kill Rhodes as a show of power.
DEEKS: Makes sense.
It brings Aiden Tinker back in line.
Tell him if he doesn't help them steal the plans,
he dies just like Rhodes did.
And if Tinker refuses, they just move on
to the next engineer and so on and so forth.
So, if Interpol's right and Weber's a hit man,
we got to figure out who hired him.
So, locals are interrogating a baggage handler
out of Taoyuan Airport in Taiwan.
It looks like he was paid to stash guns
in the cargo hold
on a layover two days ago.
All in an honest day's work. Yeah.
Hey, were you able to find who Weber was working for?
Uh, no.
But I think I know why
the shooters on the plane haven't killed Tinker yet,
even if they do have his computer with the plans on it.
Why, because they have, like,
a deep respect for human life? Mm.
That would be ideal, wouldn't it?
Mm-hmm. But no.
I did find a thread on this laptop.
The shooters seem to think
that there's a fail-safe
that's built into the stealth ship plans.
Like an encrypted data file? Exactly.
Rhodes and his engineers hid it in the plans
to protect against situations just like this.
Uh-huh. If someone steals the plans
and doesn't know how to disable the data file,
the whole thing corrupts,
deletes the whole plan.
They'd never be able to replicate
any of the new technologies
on that stealth ship. Right.
And if no one tried to steal the plans,
then Rhodes would just delete the file himself
before delivering the project to the navy.
Exactly. Okay.
What if Aiden Tinker has already showed them
how to remove the encrypted data file?
He'd be worthless.
They'd kill him.
Yeah, but they can't just walk off the plane
with the plans on the laptop.
I mean, not with Callen and Sam on their heels. They could use
the Wi-Fi to transmit the plans off the plane.
Or...
a sat phone with a VertaSat hotspot placed on a window.
But there's nothing we can do about that.
We need to kill the plane's Wi-Fi.
That's going to turn off Callen and Sam's comms.
Copy that, Eric.
Wi-Fi's going down.
Sat phone hotspot will be the only way
they can transmit the plans.
Okay, well, whoever's behind this,
they want to un-encrypt that thing in the air,
not on the ground. Makes sense.
Get the plans transmitted to them directly from the plane,
they have no ties to any of this,
even if their hired men get taken down.
(door opens, passengers screaming)
(gunshot)
Sam!
(grunting)
(passengers screaming)
Aah!
You good?
Now I am.
I got Salazar.
(passengers scream)
I'm a federal agent. Stay calm.
(screaming quiets)
From the marshal.
Does Agent Callen need a zip tie for the other man?
No.
Why not?
Oh... Cheryl.
Everything's gonna be okay.
All right?
Yeah.
(passengers exclaiming)
You're going to want to drop that gun.
MAN: Drop the gun,
or I start shooting passengers, starting with Mr. Tinker here.
Do it now!
Okay.
I'm setting it down.
All right?
MAN: I need everyone to put their heads down
and your hands on the back of the seat in front of you.
(quietly): Open up a line to the captain.
You can do it, Cheryl. Do it.
(very quietly): Yeah.
SAM: I set the gun down.
All right?
No one has to die here.
I don't see it that way.
If I want a chance of getting off of this plane,
people are gonna have to die.
SAM: Just take me hostage.
A federal agent is worth a lot more
than any of these civilians.
(chuckles) I like that you think this is a negotiation.
It's over. I'm transmitting now.
I can kill you and them if I want.
I don't need your permission.
Pick that up.
Put his hands through it.
Pick it up
or I put a bullet in your skull!
Tie his hands.
Now.
Hard right, Captain Jacobs!
(passengers screaming)
(grunting)
Aah!
Clear.
BIG RON: G.
G.
He said he was transmitting.
Yeah. Eric said there was four of them.
Only three down. BIG RON: G.
G.
Ron, move!
Hands off the keyboard.
Clear.
(breathing shakily)
(passengers applauding, cheering)
So, did, uh, Sam and Callen land yet?
Momentarily.
The laptop that you recovered
has yielded some valuable information.
Wonderful.
This is Chief Inspector Sakuraba of the Tokushu Butai--
Japanese counterterrorism unit.
I hear the operation was a success.
SAKURABA: Yes.
Based on your intel,
we were able to arrest five Chinese nationals in Tokyo.
They had financed and masterminded a plot
to steal the U.S. naval plans.
We detained or killed five mercenaries.
Did they hire anyone else?
We do not know that.
Arigatou gozaimasu, Chief Inspector.
No, thank you, Henrietta-san.
Good-bye.
Konbanwa.
(call beeps off)
You all did exemplary work today.
Now get out of here.
Go have a life.
DEEKS: Yeah, if by "go have a life"
you mean to mentally prepare myself for the tornado
that is Kat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany, and Tiffany.
The Tiffanys are in town!
Oh, God help us all. Have fun.
Sure will.
Hang in there, Salazar.
Thank you.
Great work today.
Thanks.
I, uh, figured you'd want to get out of that shirt.
Just didn't know how you'd be more comfortable.
Thanks.
I know I'm supposed to be happy now...
that we're all safe.
Cheryl, those people are safe because of you.
You were brave, you didn't lose your cool.
I just keep thinking about all of the millions of things
that could have gone wrong.
Yeah, but they didn't.
So, what? I'm just
supposed to move on now, act like nothing happened.
Something did happen.
You found out when the stakes
are at their highest...
you're at your very best.
I like that.
Captain Jacobs.
Truly sorry about your flight attendant.
Thank you.
Thomas was a-a good man.
You know that under no circumstances
could I open that cockpit door
and come out to help you boys.
We understand.
Although, I knew that you didn't need my help one bit.
I want to thank you
for protecting my 268 passengers,
and for not damaging my girl
too bad in the process.
Yeah, that was some pretty impressive flying there, sir.
Well, when you get to be my age, boys,
you both pray for and fear situations like this.
You know, men like us,
we are not designed to grow old.
We don't know how to do it...
and we sure as hell can't do it gracefully.
Hooyah.
Thanks again.
Thank you.
And thank you.
CALLEN: Take care.
CHERYL: Thanks.
I'm-a go change out of these clothes, grab our weapons,
then you're gonna buy me a beer.
(both chuckle)
HETTY: I can do better than beer.
Hetty, I didn't think you'd still be here.
Well, after the day you two have had,
I wanted to offer you
something from my private reserve.
I heard you had a stash of Pappy Van Winkle.
I will neither confirm nor deny.
Yeah, well, whatever it is, I'm in.
HETTY: I know you gentlemen thought
you'd be in Tokyo tonight, so,
Sherry Cask, 2013.
Would you do the honors, Mr. Callen?
Yeah. Don't have to ask me twice.
That's got to be about three stacks worth of whiskey.
More like four stacks, I think, Mr. Hanna,
but I didn't pay for it.
It was a gift.
(Hetty laughs)
Here you go.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Callen. Thank you.
Cheers.
(laughs)
Oh.
Oh, the past 12 months
for our family here...
they've just plain sucked.
I... there's no better way to say that.
(sighs) (Hetty sighs)
Moments that I felt were the darkest,
they were eclipsed by complete blackness.
But today...
days like today, what you did on the plane,
what the rest of our team
did on the ground,
when our purpose is clear...
these are the good days.
We will write the pages
of this year's book together.
And let's make it one hell of a story.
Hear, hear. Cheers again.
SAM: Hear, hear.
Cheers again.
(laughs)
HETTY: And to hell with last year.