* I stalked you for so long
* You watched me just as strong * (lively chatter)
* It feels right bein' wrong
* Never thought I'd get you, no * (whooping)
* But here you are, my mind's blown *
* My mind's blown...
(people gasping, screaming)
*
What are you doing here?
Just came to see what the catch of the day was.
You're glad to see me, I can tell.
Of course I am.
Hetty send you?
No. No, I came all on my own.
Work that slow?
On the contrary.
Very busy.
Very exciting stuff going on
that you're gonna be really upset that you're missing.
CALLEN: This is nice.
Hmm.
It's heaven.
Mm-hmm.
How long are you gonna stay?
(chuckles)
Probably...
one or two days past forever.
Well, you told me you were taking time off
to be with your kids.
Kamran has been posting for several weeks now
about her freshman experience at Stockdale,
and I happen to know for a fact
that classes began at Annapolis over a month ago.
So...
by the looks of it,
the only thing around here is, uh...
you and...
terrified sea life.
I'm happy, G.
No, you're not.
I mean, you think you are.
I get that-- but you're not.
Look, I get it. Thi... (chuckles)
This is awesome.
It is peaceful,
it is relaxing, it is quiet.
It's beautiful.
It's just not you.
You left a big hole behind.
Find a replacement.
It's not that easy.
I didn't say it was easy.
But you can't find someone if you don't start looking.
I don't want to have to train anybody.
Geez, it took me long enough with you.
It's good to know you still have your sense of humor.
What, do you want more money, huh?
You want your own office?
What is it gonna take to bring you back?
A miracle.
So... unless you have one
hiding up your sleeve...
save your breath, drink your beer...
enjoy the view.
Go inside and rinse off, make us some breakfast.
Hope you're hungry.
(sighs heavily)
KENSI: When was the last time you talked to your mom?
DEEKS: I don't know. Why?
What?
You haven't told her yet, have you?
Trust me, you do not want me to tell her...
Oh, God. ...because once I tell her,
she's gonna be all over this.
Deeks, you are putting me in an awful position, okay?
She deserves to know. You have to tell her, come on. I will.
When? Right after the honeymoon.
Deeks! Relax, all right?
If you told your mom, then she definitely told my mom.
Then why hasn't she said anything?
Oh. Maybe it's because she's angry
that she heard it from my mom and not us.
No, 'cause if she was angry, we'd definitely hear about it
over and over and over again.
Oh, my gosh, what if she doesn't approve?
Are you out of your mind?
She likes you more than she likes me.
That's not tr... Well, okay, maybe.
But if you called her, she wouldn't.
You want me to call her? Yeah, I do.
You really want me to call her? That's what I'm saying.
Fine. Fine, I'll call her. Good.
It's not good.
Let's be perfectly clear about this.
This is gonna be very, very bad.
But that's fine. (line ringing)
That's fine. I'm calling her.
Okay.
This is Bert. Leave a message.
(beeps) Voice mail.
Mama, hey. It's Marty.
Listen, I was just calling to, uh...
to check in on you,
and, uh...
Not important.
Just call me back whenever you can.
Not a rush. Could be today or tomorrow
or... next month.
Okay. I love you, Mama.
Happy?
Ecstatic.
Great. Good.
Wonderful. This is love.
Horrible person!
*
(people gasp)
MAN (muffled): Oh, my God!
Ooh! Aah!
(laughing): I give! I give!
(groaning)
(panting)
Hi.
How'd you know it was me?
Seriously, Beale? Avocado season's over.
There's no reason to be passing out flyers.
That's probably why Deeks got such a good deal on the rental.
(groans)
Why'd I listen to him anyway?
For the future, a simple hat,
a pair of sunglasses,
might be a tad less conspicuous.
That's the genius of it, though.
Nobody expects a giant vegetable.
Well, technically, an avocado is a fruit with a single nut, so...
(grunts) ...have fun with that.
That's a coincidence.
(phone buzzing) What?
My phone is in my pocket.
Can... Yeah, I got you covered.
Emergency alert.
"All hands on deck.
This is not a drill." Let's go.
Holy moly, guacamole.
Special Agent Callen. Nice to finally meet you.
Special Agent Harley Hidoko.
Executive assistant to the EAD-PAC.
Did you send this alert?
WOMAN: No. I did.
Executive Assistant Director Mosley.
I've been assigned by NCIS headquarters
to replace Owen Granger.
And to find a new operations manager for this unit.
Where's Hetty?
Probably halfway to Fiji by now.
And why do you say that?
Well, because she always said
she wanted to sail into the sunset when she retired.
Surely she told you.
That's why you sent this emergency message?
No.
I sent that message because
we've received intel that North Korea
is launching a missile at Los Angeles.
Today.
Think this threat from North Korea's legit?
I doubt it.
I'm more concerned about Hetty.
She always leaves a contingency plan with Nell.
Not this time. I swear.
This is the first I'm hearing of this.
Beale?
Oh, don't look at me-- I haven't seen her for days.
But you know Hetty.
Maybe Michelle's death was hard on Sam and Hetty.
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here
is a time-sensitive situation.
Defense Intelligence Agent Thomas Park
was supposed to be stationed in South Korea, but last night
he fell to his death outside a Sunset nightclub.
The initial police report is on your desks.
We're still waiting on the coroner's results.
(beeping)
How do I get this to the big screen?
Yeah. It can be tricky.
Yeah.
DEEKS: So, uh, Mosley,
huh?
Is that, uh... is that Irish?
(Irish accent): Irish?
Irish.
Irish...
Not Irish.
Um, your operating system is 4.8.
NELL: 4.8? Oh,
we will definitely need
to update that for you. (chuckles)
CALLEN: So what was he doing
in Los Angeles? HIDOKO: We're not sure.
Agent Park was a bit of a wild card.
His supervisors didn't even know he was here.
He boarded a flight to L.A. yesterday
with no checked luggage.
He was a part of an intelligence task force
assigned to North Korea's aerospace
and missile program.
Minutes before his death,
he sent this text.
That could mean anything. DEEKS: Well, even if it did,
I mean, North Korea doesn't have the technology
to hit us with an ICBM.
DIA Agent Park lost his life to get us this information.
I think we need to take this as a legitimate threat.
HIDOKO: We have copies of Agent Park's open cases.
Hopefully, they can help us determine which one was in play.
MOSLEY: This is a priority assignment,
so I'd like Agent Callen and Agent Blye
working this.
Oh, you know, that's a good... idea.
What we usually do, just for the record, is that I work...
MOSLEY: Uh, I'm sorry, Detective.
I know you've played an important role
with this team in the past,
but this falls under national security.
Oh. You'd be most helpful now
if you returned to LAPD
and kept us updated on their end of the investigation.
Thank you for your understanding.
DEEKS: Yeah, no, of course.
I just don't really... understand what...
you just... Good talk. Okay.
Hi. Hi. Cheers.
(chuckles) Well, well.
The prodigal son has returned.
What did you finally do to piss off Thumbelina?
Wasn't Hetty; she's retired.
We got a new sheriff in town.
Well, I'm surprised you lasted this long.
Thanks for that vote of confidence.
You got a desk for me?
Oh, you bet I do.
(dogs barking)
Hetty, please call me back and tell me what's going on.
(phone beeps off)
Maybe this is a play.
For what?
Well, you never know with Hetty.
You all right?
Yeah, just, you know, I mean, I don't like
that Deeks has been sent back to LAPD,
but what am I gonna do about it?
(cell phone rings)
What do you got, Eric?
Every law enforcement agency has been put on high alert
with this North Korean threat,
but there's a gag order not to share it with the public
or the media.
They probably don't want people panicking.
And none of the agencies have been able to confirm
this is a viable threat.
Great.
First case with Mosley is a wild goose chase.
Hey, did you find Hetty?
Um, not yet, but I did check with Washington.
Callen, her retirement is legit.
It went into effect last week.
Doesn't mean anything.
It could still be one of Hetty's elaborate ploys.
Maybe she's gunning for assistant director gig
and this is her way of applying leverage.
Might be why she's not talking to us.
NELL: I don't think so.
Hetty has unloaded three of her properties
in the last two months: the beach house,
the downtown loft and the condo in the Argyle
have all been sold.
What about her place in Hancock Park?
Not yet,
but it is listed.
What about her boat?
Uh...
(sighs) Gone.
Did she sell it?
NELL: I can try to find out.
Can you track it?
Well, either she turned her transponder off
or she's out of range.
Now, I can try to extend the search
with the help of the Navy, but that might take
some time, so we're gonna have to...
I got to go.
What was that?
What?
Oh, uh, that-that was nothing.
Looked like a marina.
Oh, that.
Oh, marina. Yes, um,
we have been trying to get a slip in Marina del Rey
for what, like, three years now, um... Three years.
...so, sometimes we just tap their security
to see if they have anything available.
(chuckles) Shh.
You two have a boat?
Yes. No.
Well, we... Well...
we ha... we ha... technically, had...
Past tense-- had a boat. ...a boat.
But it... But then it sunk.
To the bottom. So...
Davy Jones' Locker.
How?
Okay, well,
let's just keep this our little secret.
But whatever you do, don't let Mosley catch you
using our resources
for personal use.
That's a fireable offense in her books.
Wow, okay. Okay.
So, uh, no World of Warcraft on the big screen?
Kidding.
He's a kidder.
She doesn't like kidders, either.
Good to know.
Oo-kay.
He must've climbed over the glass and out onto that ledge.
It's the only way he could've landed where he did.
Probably high as a kite.
Unless it was suicide.
Anybody see him? Not till he hit the limo.
What if he came out up there?
MANAGER: No public access to that floor.
This is always locked.
Hmm.
Well, we've got blood.
KENSI: And we've got scuff marks.
Looks like he was dragged backwards
and...
he was bleeding. Grabbed anything he could
before they threw him out the window.
KENSI: Did you and your staff see him
with anybody or see him have an altercation with anyone?
No.
Can we see your security footage from that night?
We already showed the cops.
Did they see the footage from this area?
You recognize either of them?
I've never seen that guy before, but this one's
in here a lot.
NELL: So, his name is Michael Lee.
He is a graduate student
who entered the country from Vancouver six months ago
on a Canadian passport.
Yeah, talk to Canadian authorities.
It might be bogus.
It's a lot easier to enter the country posing as a Canadian.
ERIC: According to school records here,
he's working towards his PhD in physics,
but there's nothing out of the ordinary.
I mean, no apparent connections to North Korea
or our dead DIA Agent Tommy Park.
What about the other guy who was with him?
No, we're still running facial rec on him.
KENSI: Do we have an address on Michael Lee?
Yup, it's already on your phone.
Look, keep looking into Michael Lee.
See if there's anything that can tie him to the cases
that Agent Park was working on.
NELL: Yup, you got it.
BATES: "Peaceful resolution"?
Who am I, Gandhi?
I didn't make up the three-strike rule.
If it was up to me, I'd have an electric chair in my station.
Wow. Yeah.
Yeah, you could quote me on that.
Don't quote... (sighs)
(sighs)
You know what I hate about lawyers, Deeks?
Hmm?
Everything.
(chuckles)
Yeah. How are you settling in to your new desk?
Yeah, about that, I thought we were, uh,
I thought we were friends.
(laughing): Deeks.
Friends are just people who haven't figured out
what they want from you yet.
So, what do you want?
And don't say a different desk,
'cause that's the best I could do on short notice.
Have you heard anything about a possible missile strike
on Los Angeles?
Oh. You've been hanging out
with the secret squirrels too long, Deeks.
No way a missile is getting
this far unless it's strapped to a dolphin.
And what if you're wrong?
Maybe I don't have to pay alimony anymore.
Wow. You just said that out loud.
Okay, uh, I'm gonna go to the crime scene
and then check on my mom.
You forget the lunch she packed you?
(laughs) No, I just haven't heard back from her
in a couple of days.
I'm gonna check in on her.
Really?
Yeah, I'm gonna make sure she's okay.
No, I-I mean,
why are you telling me this?
Uh, you're a grown man, Deeks.
I mean, what do I care if you go see your mother.
I mean, do-do you need me to write you a note or something?
I, uh, I'm used to working on a team
and therefore, I thought I was being considerate
in case anyone here needed me.
Oh.
Does anybody need
Detective Deeks right now?!
OFFICER: Who?
OFFICER 2: No. Hmm, yeah.
Ah, we're good.
Hey, uh, you're an ass.
Thank you.
It's good to have you back, too, Deeks. Yeah.
Oh, and tell your mom I said,
"What's up?"
That's not gonna happen. Oh, no?
Not gonna happen. Tell her!
No, I'm not saying anything to her.
(latch rattles)
Now we find out what kind of boss Mosley is gonna be.
Okay.
(cell phone ringing)
Go for Mosley.
Yeah, one of the guys that threw Agent Park off the building
was, uh, identified as a graduate student.
We're at his house. The door is locked.
There's no one home.
Cell phone is going straight to voice mail.
We need to know what got Agent Park killed.
Mm-hmm. Well, as you well know,
we will need a warrant to search the house.
Agent Callen, these are exigent circumstances.
You let me worry about the legal ramifications
while you find out who killed Agent Park.
Absolutely.
Oh, and Agent Callen,
I hope I passed your test.
(laughing): Okay.
If it wasn't for Deeks, I'd almost start to like this woman.
Michael Lee?
Federal agents, can we come in and talk to you?
KENSI: Clear.
This guy is neat.
Yeah, I'll say.
Probably has a housekeeper.
Or he's OCD.
Got a crosscut shredder.
Looks like he's flushing whatever he's shredding.
Must hate his homework.
Even his garbage can is neat.
Energy drinks, takeout.
And a cell phone.
Actually,
two cell...
...three cell phones.
All different makes, all different models.
Bought at different stores.
Seems inefficient to me.
That seems like spycraft.
Mom?
What...
(cries out)
(man shouts indistinctly)
Yeah, stay down. Don't shoot.
Stay down. Don't shoot. Bertie. Bertie!
Don't shoot.
Marty, what the hell are you doing?
No! Mom, he was in the kitchen. That's... that's Guy.
Put your gun down, you're scaring him.
I'm sorry. Put your gun do...
Was that really necessary?
Wait a minute, is he...
Were you guys just... Is thi...
No. No, oh...
Martin. Mom!
You get back here right now.
What's the matter with you?
What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with you? I've called you every day
for, like, the past five days. No, you haven't.
No, I haven't, but I called you five times today.
I was busy. Yeah.
That's obvious, that you were...
you were busy-- oh...
Okay, you know what, Mom, I was just...
I was worried about you, okay? I was worried about you.
Well, then, you should have called me
several weeks ago.
And then you could have told me
about your engagement.
So Kensi's mom called you?
Of course she called me. She was ecstatic.
I, on the other hand, was surprised
and embarrassed since I didn't know a damn thing about it.
Listen, Mom, I'm sorry, I just didn't...
Eh, save it.
You don't want me to get involved, I get it.
No, that's not what it is. Yeah, that is what it is.
But you know what? I don't care.
Don't say that, 'cause you do care. No.
I've got a wedding of my own to plan.
What?
It's high time you finally had a new father.
Oh, my God, Mom!
Oh, relax, Martin, I'm just kidding you.
Don't get your knickers in a twist, we're just friends.
Okay, that's fine.
With benefits. Stop talking.
If you know what I mean. Mom!
The sex. (chuckles) Mom!
I'm going. I gotta go to work.
Well, don't you want to meet Guy?
No, no, I don't.
Well, I think it's the least you could do
since you almost shot him.
Okay, "Guy" isn't even a real name.
It's French.
Is it?
Well, you're the one who told me
I should get a trainer.
He's your trainer?
Oh, yeah.
Oh... Oh...
(laughs)
I don't feel good. I love you.
I don't love...
I love you, honey.
I love you!
Have a nice afternoon. Mom, let's, uh...
I know I will. What?!
It's a big safe.
What do you think's in there?
I don't know, but you can color me curious.
Think you can open it?
Maybe.
(lock catches) Nope.
Resourceful.
Yeah, it was worth a shot. Mm.
Got uniforms.
(camera shutter clicks) Hmm.
(door knob rattling)
Federal agents! Don't move.
We got runners.
(kids screaming, gunfire)
Get down!
Go.
(gunfire continues)
(police radio chatter)
Hey. You okay? What happened?
Yeah, hey, uh, shootout
with the two guys who threw Agent Park off the roof.
One of them got away, but not before
he put several bullets into his buddy.
So "unfriended" the hard way. Mm.
How was your day?
Uh, not much better.
Saw my mom. And?
And I can't talk about it. I have permanent scarring.
What? Well, we could have used you today, Deeks.
Well, talk to your boss about that.
I intend to.
Let's hope they got the extended warranty.
Yeah. CALLEN: Let's hope that the Wonder Twins can
can get something off of this. Great.
Thanks for that.
KENSI: Oy...
(line ringing)
This is Sam, leave a message. (beeps)
I hope you're having a good day at the beach.
I thought you might want to know what I came back to.
First off, Hetty's gone.
She has retired, officially.
CALLEN (over phone): She sold her properties,
the boat is gone.
Someone named "Mosley" has taken over for Granger.
Sent Deeks back to LAPD.
Oh, and we have plausible intel
that the DPRK is launching an ICBM at Los Angeles today.
So, unless you're busy tormenting a squid
or something like that, why don't you just
swing on by and maybe lend a hand,
just for old times' sake?
Okay, bye-bye.
Shootout adjacent to a college campus.
Not exactly what I wanted
on my first day here, Agent Callen.
You think I did?
Our biggest lead is dead.
OSP is supposed to be
an elite unit, not a bunch of cowboys.
And why is Deeks back? Because we need him.
If we'd had him today,
we might have been able to prevent what happened.
Are you telling me you can't do your job
without Detective Deeks?
I'm telling you to let me run my team
the way I see fit.
You want to make this unit stronger, great.
But all you've done so far is weaken it.
You want me to respect your decisions?
Fine.
Then you better start respecting mine as well.
Fair enough.
Detective Deeks stays.
Until I find a more suitable
replacement.
Whom we both agree on.
This is not a democracy, Agent Callen.
What is it, a dictatorship?
Careful, Agent Callen.
Let's not get off on the wrong foot.
SAM: What? No band,
no parade, no cake?
Ooh. Yes! Yes!
Yes! Oh.
SAM: Mm.
You look great. How are you? I'm good.
I'm good, I'm good. You look good.
Thank you, thank you. What's up, Deeks?
Living the dream. So good to see you.
Yeah. Where's G?
Oh, I'm just sorting through applicants on my,
uh, e-partner site.
Oh, so I can leave?
I mean, if you're here, you might as well
stay for the day, right?
Welcome back, partner.
Mm.
So, what's this nonsense I'm hearing about North Korea?
Sam?
Hey. Hi. What's up?
Hey, are we glad to see you.
Okay. Still awkward, I see. (laughs)
What's the word? NELL: Okay.
So, the computer you recovered
had extensive security protocols
that even Eric probably wouldn't have been able
to crack in several days, if ever.
I mean, I don't know about "ever."
NELL: Okay, nonetheless,
the protocols were corrupted by damage,
which allowed Eric access in.
Unfortunately, everything else was also corrupted.
ERIC: Now, we did find some references to North Korea
from an address that we traced back to Iran.
But, uh, couldn't find much else.
Iran has been helping the hermit kingdom
with their missile program.
Some sources believe they've been assisting
North Korea with their nuclear capabilities.
NELL: Now, we've also found what appear to be
fragments of missile schematics,
as well as photographs of Long Beach and San Pedro.
Both make sense as possible targets.
What kind of warhead is that?
SAM: It's not a missile.
It's a conventional bomb. A big one.
HIDOKO: Assistant Director Mosley
is on the horn with SECNAV,
and it's not good.
In fact, it's very, very bad.
(sighs)
Please, let us...
Oh, just... There you go.
Satellite photos confirm North Korea is
prepping an ICBM for launch.
KENSI: Okay,
so if they do launch, how long would it take to get here?
SAM: If it could,
it would take about 25 minutes to reach us.
Well, that's not gonna happen.
We have no way of knowing their ability
to reach U.S. soil, or the payload.
The White House has put all of our
THAAD systems on high alert,
along with carrier strike group 11.
Special Agent Hanna.
EAD-PAC Mosley.
Does your presence mean that you're coming back to work?
Well, under the circumstances,
it doesn't seem like I have much of a choice.
What is the official word from North Korea?
Nothing.
NELL: Pyongyang threatened
a "super-mighty preemptive strike" against the U.S.
last April.
DEEKS: That all tracks, but
how does Iran play into this?
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Why build a bomb when you've got a working missile?
Timing is everything.
MOSLEY: Okay, guys, we are headed
towards an all-out nuclear war.
If you have information, please, now's the time.
What if it's a bait and switch?
Look, this missile launch
was planned months ago.
Yeah, they've launched about 60 of them.
Most of them end up in the ocean,
just like this one probably will.
CALLEN: But what if North Korea launches a test missile,
then, 22 minutes later, a huge explosion
rolls through the Port of Los Angeles?
ERIC: North Korea would be framed.
So you'd think that they shot an ICBM...
And then we would discover the truth
through satellite images and forensics.
But not before we retaliated.
No one wins if we go to war with North Korea.
Unless you live on the other side of the world.
Iran.
We'd have to pull out almost all of our troops
in the Middle East if we went to war with North Korea.
Iran, ISIS, Al-Qaeda--
they would all be unchecked.
Okay, so how do we find the bomb?
Well, it'd be mobile. In a truck or a van or...
The EMT uniforms at Lee's house.
Ambulance would be a perfect vehicle
for delivery-- it could go anywhere.
We're on it. Let's go.
Where are we?
Kaleidoscope found an ambulance on Ocean Boulevard
with the same logo as the EMT uniforms.
Callen and Sam will be there any minute.
NELL: We've also identified the second suspect.
He entered the country from South Korea
on a German passport as Herbert Dieter.
But Agent Park's case files suggest that he's
Hebod Darvish, a bomb maker for Hamas.
We are closing in on this, sir.
SECNAV (over phone): So are we. The USS Nebraska has been
given a green light to take out the missile site.
Are we on open comms?
Yes. Yes, we are.
MOSLEY: This situation has just gone critical
The USS Nebraska is weapons hot.
What's your status?
CALLEN: We have the ambulance in sight.
Just waiting to move in.
MOSLEY: You are running out of time.
There's too many soft targets here.
If he sees us coming and decides to detonate early,
there'll be mass casualties.
He knows what Kensi and I look like.
Deeks, I think you're gonna have to take one for the team here.
Why do I think this is gonna hurt?
(tires screech)
(Deeks groans, coughs)
Ah, man.
Are you okay? (groaning)
Somebody help him! Hey!
Can you help me out? This guy's really hurt.
(engine starting) Turn off the engine.
Now.
MOSLEY: Agent Callen,
Agent Hanna, what's going on?
We've neutralized the target
and secured the bomb.
Sir, call off the strike.
There is no threat.
It's a hoax.
There is no missile.
Sir?
Sir, do you hear me?
SECNAV: Next time, try not to cut it so close.
Yes, sir.
CALLEN: Think we got a problem.
Define problem, Agent Callen.
Well, the bomb is not nuclear,
but it has been activated.
Sam's trying to disarm it.
MOSLEY: How much time do we have?
CALLEN: Sam?
Not enough.
(siren wailing)
(beeps)
Sorry.
(tires screech)
(horn honks)
CALLEN: Sorry.
(tires screech)
Really?!
Eric, we need a clear path out of here.
CHP, LAPD, whatever you can do to get us
a clear path.
Yeah, yeah. Where you gonna go?
That's a good question.
Sam, what's our blast radius?
If this thing blows up, they're gonna find pieces
of you and me in Inglewood.
(tires screech)
What the hell, G?
Sam, can you defuse it or not?
Not if you keep driving like that.
Look, you want to drive, be my guest.
I would, except the only thing worse than your driving
is your bomb disposal skills.
(tires screech)
Seriously?!
Okay, that was not intentional, I swear.
If this bomb doesn't kill you, I'm going to.
He didn't mean that.
They're really good friends.
Most of the time.
NELL: Okay, Callen, CHP is going to
try their best to coordinate
with LAPD and the sheriff's department
to create a clear route to the Long Beach Airport.
The Long Beach Airport will then divert all of their air traffic
and give you a clear runway
where fire and foam rescue squads will meet you.
How much time we got back there, butterfingers?
If I can bypass the timer, we've got all day.
And if you can't?
We're not gonna make the airport.
Nice work, guys,
but looks like we're gonna have to go with plan B.
Okay, what is plan B?
"B" stands for "We better come up with something fast."
NELL: They're actually
very good at this.
Where the hell are they going?
That's a good question.
(siren continues wailing)
Son of a bitch! What's wrong?
What's wrong is I should've stayed at the beach.
(chuckles) And miss all this fun? Come on.
I can't defuse it, G.
Come on, it's easy. Red wire, green wire.
You pick one. You got a 50-50 chance.
This is why you're driving.
I can't do this in time.
Then hang on!
(tires screech, engine revs) SAM: What do you mean, hang on?
Hang on to what?
All I got is a bomb back here!
CALLEN: I'll pay for that.
G! What the hell was that?
G! What's the plan here?
G!
MOSLEY: Gentlemen, what's going on? G!
CALLEN: Sorry, buddy, this is gonna hurt!
(groaning)
You okay?
No, I'm not okay.
They don't have seatbelts back here.
You know what this reminds me of?
Could you please stop talking so we could conserve
the little air we have left?
It's that submarine. Although, this is a little smaller
and we're not getting shot at.
Give me a sitrep, Agent Callen.
Agent Hanna?
Why aren't they answering?
MOSLEY: Get some eyes
on their last location, Mr. Beale. I'm trying.
I knew this was a mistake.
No, it's okay.
Once it fills up with water,
the pressure will equalize, we'll be able to open the doors.
Thanks for that, Mr. Wizard.
*
Oh, no.
I don't see them.
There. Oh...
You good?
Yeah.
KENSI: They're okay.
They drove the ambulance into the harbor.
(sighs)
They drove the ambulance into the harbor?
That's hardcore.
Are you kidding me?
Come on, you got to admit that was fun.
You would have missed all this. (scoffs)
Not even close.
You guys okay?
Of course. No.
CALLEN: He's sour because
I got to drive and he had to... disconnect the bomb.
I didn't disconnect the bomb.
What?
Whoa!
Oh!
DEEKS: All right! CALLEN: Nice.
DEEKS: It's okay. We're-we're okay.
A little wet.
Pretty exciting first day, huh, Assistant Director Mosley?
Yes, very exciting.
CALLEN: Beale, call SeaWorld.
We're gonna need SeaWorld on the scene.
Excuse me.
She doesn't really like excitement.
What does she like?
I'm still trying to figure that out.
NELL: Hmm.
You wanted to see me?
I give credit where credit is due, Agent Callen.
You and your team prevented what could have been
a disastrous tragedy.
Well, like I said, we have a...
certain way of operating around here that seems to work for us.
I'm just not sure that it works for this agency.
When I said that your team
could be better, I meant it.
My definition of a perfect mission
is one where you achieve all of your objectives
without any casualties,
civilian or otherwise.
There is no such thing as a perfect mission.
Well, I disagree.
And even if there isn't,
that's no excuse for not trying.
Your unit has a reputation for using lethal force
far above and well beyond
any other unit in this agency.
Well, maybe our criminals here on the West Coast
are just little more dangerous.
Or maybe it's time you and your team
start to take responsibility for your actions.
Gone are the days where you
shoot first and ask questions later.
That it?
Yeah, that's it.
Have a good night, Agent Callen.
You, too.
What was that about?
Oh, she just wanted to congratulate us
on a job well done.
So what does that mean for me?
You're back.
For good?
Working on that.
What about you?
This for good?
If something happened to this team
and I wasn't there to do everything I could?
I don't think I could live with that.
Even if it was just Deeks.
(all chuckling)
KENSI: Aw!
All right.
That's it.
Band's back together.
Let's celebrate.
Let's do it. Ah, I think I'm gonna take a rain check.
Oh.
And just like that, Dad ruins the party.
I just want to try and figure out
what actually happened to Hetty.
Hate to say it, G, but I speak from experience;
maybe she didn't say where she was going
because she doesn't want to be found.
*
(Vietnamese pop song begins)
You're late.
I was delayed at the border.
I am surprised they let you in.
The club or the country?
(both laugh)
Both.
(continues laughing)
I honestly
did not think you'd make it through customs.
I didn't go through customs.
You got any other photos?
That's it.
He's clearly American.
HETTY: Or Canadian,
or Australian, or Swedish. (chuckles)
Hmm.
Well, he say he, uh...
worked for the CIA.
Crashed, uh,
in a helicopter in 1976.
That's when you went down.
Right?
Yes, but I was the only survivor.
You sure about that?
You know the story of Tho San?
Some say he was an American soldier
who went native during the war.
Got a taste for killing.
Spent the rest of his life in the jungle
hunting people.
On both sides.
I haven't come all this way to hunt the bogeyman.
Even if that man is an American operative
who went MIA for... decades?
HETTY: I don't believe in ghosts.
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