♪ ♪
(BEEPING)
♪ ♪
Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com
Any luck locating Kilbride?
Not yet. His phone and vehicle are both offline.
Fatima and Rountree are heading to his place now.
Okay, where did you have him last?
Here in the building, several hours ago.
But nothing since.
Did anyone see him leave?
No. I've gone through our security footage.
I have no idea how he managed to get out of here
without being seen. But he just vanished.
Without a word and without a trace.
Damn it.
- Yo. - Yo.
Nobody's watching the place that I can see.
No sign of a vehicle.
What do you want to do?
What do I want to do?
I want to go to a hot yoga class and spend the day at the beach.
But doesn't look like that's happening any time soon.
(GROANS) Hot yoga's not really my thing.
Oh, you are missing out.
On a room full of sweaty, smelly people?
Oh, yeah? What, you more of a Zumba guy?
Not even close.
I know how much you like Kensi's shorts.
I bet you've got a whole drawer
full of Spandex for those cha-cha moves.
♪ Cha, cha, cha-cha-cha. ♪
Can't take you anywhere.
- (LAUGHS) - (SIGHS)
TENNANT: How could you not know this? You're his assistant.
He's extremely private.
TORRES: He's also the head of OSP,
which means that he's got responsibilities.
He needs to be reachable 24/7.
What is going on here?
No one in this whole operation knows where your boss is.
We've already established that.
But you don't even know where to start looking.
How is that even possible?
He's not exactly a team player.
Where is everyone?
All nonessential personnel were sent home.
You don't have the authority to do that.
PARKER: No.
But she does.
The director sent us
and as SAC of the Hawai'i field office,
Agent Tennant has jurisdiction over the entire Pacific Rim.
Don't worry, boys.
I won't make you clean your rooms.
(EXHALES)
Well.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
You sure you want to do that?
No.
What choice do we have?
(SIGHS) All right.
Better you than me.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Uh, please tell me you have the code.
Yeah, Shyla sent it.
I thought it was a text.
Maybe it was an email.
Oh, no, honestly, Officer, it's my boss's house.
Do we don't have permission to enter?
No, not, exactly.
See, what happened was, he's actually missing.
We need to go, like, now.
- Hey, relax, Nancy Drew. - (BEEPING STOPS)
Oh, that's easy for you to say.
Half the time I don't even think Kilbride likes me.
And he's definitely not gonna like me
if he knows that I broke into his house.
We're just looking around to see
if we can find some clues as to where he is.
Admiral Kilbride?
It's Agent Namazi and Rountree!
Yeah, yeah, uh, she let herself in.
I'm just following her lead.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Yeah, that's because you believe in ghosts.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
Because I have.
Okay, Egon.
TENNANT: Every original member
of the Simon Williams group has been killed off
except Kilbride.
He's the only one who can testify before congress
that this shadow faction has taken over the program.
Which means finding Kilbride and protecting him
is our number one priority.
Well, it would be a hell of a lot easier to do
if you hadn't sent our entire staff home.
Hey, you got us.
And I brought in the help of Special Agent Afloat Lucy Tara.
She's in the admiral's office now. Hopefully she'll find something.
Oh, she's about to find out just how much
he doesn't like when people go through his things.
Well, I'm sure he'll get over it
if we manage to keep him alive,
unlike the rest of his Simon Williams buddies.
Because of who we're dealing with, we have to assume
that the secrecy of this location
and its personnel have been compromised.
In fact, I'm sure we're probably
under surveillance as we speak.
Which is why I sent everyone home.
For their own protection.
Call Sabatino, see if he has anything
on the Simon Williams project,
- as well as on Morgan Miller. - Got it.
Who's Sabatino?
Former CIA contact.
Y'all trust him?
Probably. More than likely.
Okay, well, that's encouraging.
PARKER: Agent Callen, you're, uh, former CIA as well?
- Mm-hmm. - TENNANT: I'm sorry.
Why am I just finding out about this now?
Because it's not relevant.
Maybe we should be the judge of that.
SAM: He has nothing to do with the Simon Williams project,
if that's what you're getting at.
And yet they've managed to stay
one step ahead of all our best efforts.
You don't want to go there.
The Simon Williams project was a urban legend
when I worked for them. If you want to waste
your time looking into my past employment history, be my guest.
But, uh, you'll also need to look into Tennant's past.
Turns out I'm not the only one
in the room that worked for the CIA.
(SAM CHUCKLES)
They had a great health plan.
Mm-hmm.
All right, we need to work together, which means
we need to know if we're missing anything.
- Not in my history. - Mine, either.
Look, guys, I just found out about Simon Williams a few days ago.
So you're taking the lead, right?
I'm guessing you have a plan?
(SCOFFS)
Find Kilbride.
- Mm-hmm. - Protect him, take out the bad guys.
Pretty simple.
Why didn't we think of that?
PARKER: Well, that'd be a whole lot easier if someone
in this office knew where he is.
CALLEN: Kilbride probably knew they were coming after him.
He may have ghosted us for our own safety.
Or they already have him.
- Hey, you see a laptop anywhere? - ROUNTREE: No.
No laptop.
Only junk mail.
No magazines.
He doesn't even have a TV in here.
Are you sure he lives here?
This place doesn't feel like Kilbride.
FATIMA: Well, it's a rental.
And you know Kilbride hates L.A.
Yeah, but still...
there's nothing personal in sight.
Feels like a model unit.
Oh, maybe he just uses the address
and he really lives somewhere else.
Apparently Hetty has
a lot of houses under various aliases.
Well, if that was the case,
I'm sure Shyla would have told us.
Yeah, well, if only she knew.
(GLASS BREAKS, EXPLOSION)
(ALARM BEEPING)
(GRUNTS)
(ALARM BEEPING)
- (ALARM BEEPING) - (FATIMA COUGHING)
(VEHICLE SPEEDING AWAY)
Rountree? (COUGHING)
(ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING)
(COUGHING)
You find anything?
The admiral's pretty by the book.
I don't think he leaves anything to chance
or any clues as to where to find him.
Oh, he does have a pretty nice cigar collection
and some really great scotch, however.
Great.
We can stake out bars and tobacco shops.
What about the Simon Williams project?
If he has anything on it,
it's not in the OSP system or his personal files.
SHYLA: Sir!
Agents Namazi and Rountree were attacked at Kilbride's house.
Agent Namazi is okay.
Agent Rountree was abducted.
Fatima!
Excuse me.
They took Rountree.
What? Who took him?
I don't know.
They were, they were tac'd up,
and they had gas masks.
And they hit us hard and fast with flash-bangs
and CS gas.
I can't even tell you how many there were.
Was he injured?
I don't know, I don't know. I mean...
I heard a shotgun and...
I thought he went down, but...
but I don't see any blood.
Okay. I'm so sorry.
No, no, no. It's not your fault. This could've been you.
I wish it had been.
Hey, don't you ever say that.
Callen and Sam are on their way,
so why don't you let Deeks take you home.
No.
No way.
Not as long as Rountree is missing.
- (COUGHING) - Okay, you know what?
Here.
You're gonna take ten to let your lungs air out.
You're gonna let the shock wear off.
And then I want you to call Shyla and tell her
anything and everything you can remember, got it?
- Okay. - Okay.
DEEKS: Hey.
We're gonna find him.
I promise you we're gonna find him.
(DOOR OPENS)
Any sign of Agent Rountree?
No, sir. His phone went dark after they were hit.
Traffic cams?
Searching, but Fatima didn't see
their vehicles, so I'm not even sure what we're looking for.
Something they could get him into relatively easy.
Probably more than one vehicle.
I do have some good news. Vostanik Sabatino came through for us
and provided a list of CIA officers who worked
with Morgan Miller in the past.
He said she was particularly close with one David Ellis.
They were both officially listed as inspectors
with the Department of Agriculture.
(SCOFFS)
The only farm these two ever set foot in is Camp Peary.
Put out a BOLO for Morgan's arrest
and have Agent Tara help you find anything we can
on this David Ellis.
Family, friends, colleagues. And your former CIA contact,
any more information on the Simon Williams project?
- No. It was before his time. - Well...
the original was, not this shadow version.
Push him to find anything we can.
And connect me with the Director of the CIA.
Sir?
This is their mess. And unless they want it in the news,
they need to cooperate with us
to find out who we're dealing with.
What if they won't take your call?
Then call SECNAV.
And then the director of ODNI.
It is time to rattle some cages.
Aye, aye, sir. Rattling away.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey.
This is military-grade stuff.
I wouldn't expect anything less.
Yeah, if these guys are going rogue,
they might be trying to buy weapons off the books,
which means they'll need a supplier.
And who do we know that could be that local supplier?
- Nina Barnes. - Mm-hmm.
And she knows Kilbride.
Even if she didn't arm these guys,
she may be able to tell us where Kilbride might be holed up.
I'll have Kensi and Deeks pay her a visit.
(SAM GRUNTS)
I think I know why we didn't find any blood from Rountree.
Less than lethal round.
Beanbag round. Usually fired from a shotgun.
They wanted to take him alive.
The fact that they took Rountree leads me to believe
that they don't have the admiral yet.
They probably took him hoping he knows where his boss is hiding.
Except that Kilbride's not hiding, he's hunting.
Either way, they're probably still hoping
he'll help them find Kilbride.
He doesn't know.
So he'll be torture for information he doesn't have.
But it buys us some time and opportunity.
If they don't kill him first.
Okay, let's at least try and pretend like
we're thinking positively here, okay?
Yeah.
- Whew! - Where is your boss?
Well...
unfortunately I'm unemployed,
so I don't have a boss.
If you guys are hiring,
I always thought I'd be a pretty good flight attendant.
(GRUNTS)
I'll take that as a "no."
Special Agent Devin Rountree,
former FBI now working for NCIS's
Office of Special Projects.
What?
(LAUGHS)
You've got the wrong guy.
My name is Dean Rossmore.
I'm a personal trainer.
Or at least I was. My old boss...
(BOTH GRUNT)
Where is Admiral Hollace Kilbride?
Who?
(GRUNTS)
I can do this all day.
Somehow I doubt that.
But, uh, I'd like to see you try.
(GRUNTS, LAUGHS)
Anybody ever tell you you hit like a girl?
(GRUNTS)
Well? Very professional.
Military-grade weapons and tactics.
TORRES: Yeah, they were pros.
Match the Simon Williams MO.
Yeah, we're running down a local arms broker
in case they stocked up here.
And they used less than lethal force to abduct an agent.
They might want to trade him for Kilbride.
Except we don't have Kilbride.
Does he trust anyone outside of this office?
I'm not sure Kilbride trusts anyone,
including anyone in this office.
Family or friends?
I'm not sure Kilbride has friends.
PARKER: Well, what about this former colleague of his, Colonel Ladd?
Kilbride reached out to all of NCIS
to see if there was a position that he might be able to fill.
Shyla already checked. He hasn't seen him.
He would probably say that even if he was helping him.
Kilbride wouldn't put anyone else in danger.
That's why he went dark from us.
He does have a son, but they're estranged.
Well, that doesn't mean our Simon Williams team
won't use him to get to Kilbride.
I don't suppose you know where the son is?
No, I couldn't even tell you his name.
Shyla probably knows.
I don't mean to interrupt.
You're not. Tell me you found something.
I did. Unfortunately, it's not great.
Ernie and I were looking for any activity
on the dark web that we may be able
to link to activity of the Simon Williams group,
Morgan Miller, and our new potential player,
David Ellis. We also looked to see
if the admiral had any recent activity on the dark web.
SAM: The admiral? It took us six months
to get him to use a cell phone.
(CHUCKLES)
What the hell is this?
It's called the Dead Sector.
Basically, it's a dark web murder-for-hire website.
It's entirely anonymous and all transactions
are untraceable thanks to cryptocurrency.
- Craigslist for serial killers. - LUCY: Essentially.
Someone, most likely the Simon Williams group,
posted all our identities with $200,000 bounties
on each of us.
So now every gang, cartel,
psychopath and hitman is gunning for our heads.
Pretty much.
PARKER: Alert Cyber and the NSA. Shut this site down now.
How's that positive thinking going for you?
(SPITS)
(PANTING)
No drink service on this airline? What kind of,
what kind of flight is this?
You're tougher than your partner, I'll give you that.
I don't have a partner.
The cutie in the hijab?
Well, I mean, she was cute when we grabbed her.
She isn't looking too good now.
Listen.
I'm gonna have to use the restroom
really, really soon.
All right?
So unless you want this to get really, really awkward
for all of us...
Oh, this will be over long before that.
Are you sure?
Seemed to me like you were enjoying this.
Maybe a little bit too much?
- Mm. - And even if I was who-who you guys
think I am, which I-I'm not,
I don't think you really want me to start talking.
You know, so you can keep getting your kink on?
(LAUGHS)
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Nah, I'm not really into the rough stuff,
but, you know, who am I to judge?
You'd like me to keep wasting my time doing this.
You'll take a world-class beating
if it means stalling us
and buying your people more time to find you.
(LAUGHS)
World class?
It's not even close.
My mama gave out
way worse beatings than this.
You two?
Y'all are cute, y'all are amateurs.
This is honestly embarrassing.
(CHUCKLES)
(MUFFLED GRUNTING)
(MUFFLED): You still feeling embarrassed?
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
Where are we with the traffic cams?
Call me back.
No one in Ops is answering.
What the hell is up with that?
Any luck with the neighbors?
Uh, no, unfortunately not a lot of people are home right now,
but I left notes for them to call us back,
so maybe we'll get lucky.
Lucky? We-we can't afford to get lucky.
Rountree is running out of time.
What about, what about satellite footage?
Maybe one was passing over when this all went down.
Okay, Fatima, you need to take a breath and calm down.
Okay?
There is nothing left for us to do here.
Let me take you home.
I'm not going home. Stop asking me!
Okay. Okay.
Then at least let's head back to Ops.
And I'll drive.
You can beat yourself up on the way.
- Heyo. - (GASPING)
Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
No, no, no, you didn't, you didn't startle me.
I saw you. I was just...
practicing some tai chi.
- Tai chi? Mm. - Yeah.
What are you doing here? Where's Kensi?
She took Agent Namazi home.
What's the story here?
Nina Barnes. She owns this bakery.
She's also a high-end arms dealer.
Nothing comes to the West Coast without her knowing about it.
Oh, interesting, and you haven't arrested her because?
That's a good question. She's, uh, "retired."
She's been helpful on other cases.
But most importantly she has shared history
- with Admiral Kilbride. - Shared history?
What kind of history, professional?
- Sexual? - What?
- Yeah? No? - I don't know.
Oh, God, now I got that in my head.
Oh, yeah, that's right, they warned me.
You're the sensitive one.
Who, who warned you?
That I was... I'm not the sensitive one.
No, that's definitely Sam. Yeah, that's definitely Sam.
You know, big and tough on the outside,
soft and gooey on the inside.
He's like a, like a human Hot Pocket.
- Ooh, like a Hot Pocket, I like that. - Yeah.
No, I'm more of a, more of a street dog, lone wolf.
Oh, sure, yeah, of course. (CHUCKLES)
Yeah, that explains the lack of grooming.
(LAUGHS)
Friends of yours?
- Uh-uh. - (CAMERA CLICKS)
Nina, this is Special Agent Nick Torres.
He's also with NCIS,
except for he's from fancy-pants Washington.
When's the last time you spoke with, or saw Kilbride?
Who wants to know?
I-I do.
I literally, I literally just asked you.
Sorry, uh, I'm not at liberty
to discuss that... doctor-client privilege.
Wait, you're a doctor?
Yeah, well, I have a PhD in military history.
So... yes.
Are you married?
- Huh? - No.
Girlfriend?
- It's complicated. - What is happening here?
Can we focus?
Yeah, I am focused.
On cinnamon buns here.
- Oh. - Oh, right.
So, uh, what
makes you such a special agent?
This is happening.
(PHONE BUZZING)
Guaranteed, Hetty knows
about the Simon Williams project.
Well, if she does, she's not keeping anything here about it
that I can find.
Maybe in the archives.
I just got an encrypted email from an anonymous sender.
Subject: Mr. Simon Williams.
Could be the guys who have Rountree.
How'd they get my email?
They're CIA.
Who knows what they're capable of.
- Then why send it encrypted? - (PHONE BUZZING)
It's worthless if I can't open it.
I just got an anonymous text.
What does it say? "Leviticus 28."
- What is it, a bible reference? - Well, yes and no.
Leviticus is the third book of the Old Testament
and the Torah, but it's only 27 chapters.
There is no chapter 28.
I knew that.
It could be the password.
Yeah, then again it could also be a clever ploy
to launch a cyber or malware attack against us
just when we need this most.
DEEKS: You ever heard of Simon Williams?
Uh, I don't know. Who is he?
Simon Williams is a CIA assassin.
Oh, yeah, I know that one.
He was a wet boy.
Carlos the Jackal type.
Eh, it's more of a Dread Pirate Roberts.
Yeah.
Princess Bride. Nobody, really?
Farm boy Westley
becomes the Dread Pirate Roberts only to find out
he is one in a long line of Dread Pirate Roberts.
Seriously?
Is he some kind of Rain Man savant or something?
Simon Williams wasn't one person.
He was a straw man to take blame.
But the program was discontinued,
that is until one rogue group reactivated it
for their own unsanctioned purposes.
I love your accent.
- Mm. - First time to L.A.?
Has anyone come into town looking to weapon-up?
Anybody new?
Somebody with deep pockets. Obvious trade craft.
I know this city like the back of my hand.
I can show you things no one else can.
There are highly trained professionals
who are here to kill Kilbride.
They've already kidnapped an NCIS agent.
They're probably torturing him as we speak.
Is he always this high strung?
- I just met him. - Mm.
I'm sorry for your loss. Look.
I don't know where Kilbride is, but...
he can take care of himself, trust me.
He is a big boy and now
he has a very accurate gun.
He wanted an Accuracy International
L115A3 sniper rifle.
What does he need a sniper rifle for?
Didn't you just say there are
highly skilled operatives trying to kill him?
Hello? Aren't you supposed to be a detective?
Was a detective, now I'm an investigator.
Wait, you're not a special agent? Huh.
Eh, this is awkward.
How did Kilbride contact you?
He left an order on my machine,
and came by the next day to pick it up.
I also put in an extra dozen of red velvet cupcakes.
Oh, he brought those to work.
I knew that was weird.
They're good, right?
I don't know. I have a gluten allergy.
- Of course. - Yeah.
Wait, what's that mean?
PARKER: We have any idea who sent it?
SHYLA: It's bounced around repeatedly before coming here.
Last IP was a proxy server out of Khartoum,
but I doubt that's where it originated.
Could be Admiral Kilbride trying to get a message to us
without it being intercepted.
Or the Simon Williams group's ransom demands.
CALLEN: I don't think so.
Someone had both our phone numbers and they took steps
to send us a message that we had to share to open.
There's no reason for them to go to such lengths.
Only one way to find out. Open it.
It's an audio file.
Let's hear what they want.
WOMAN (DISTORTED): Sounds like you've gotten yourselves
in a bit of a pickle.
I warned Hollace his Simon Williams days
would come back to bite him in the ass.
You are all quite capable, and far be it for me
to tell you what to do,
but you might want to contact
an old friend, Gwen Johns,
and inquire about the availability of Jimmy McCann.
You know these people?
No.
Good luck.
Oh, and Alden?
Don't think for a moment
I've forgotten about the $600 you still owe me
from the Monaco fiasco.
You know this person?
Son of a bitch. It's Hetty, isn't it?
Yeah, but I have no idea
about the $600 she's talking about.
Yeah, right.
Okay, I thought she's been AWOL for months.
She still is.
Well, then how the hell does she know what we're doing here?
Behold the many mysteries of Hetty.
- Some say she's a witch. - Easy.
At least we know she's still alive.
So who are these people she's talking about?
SHYLA: I have several Gwen Johns.
The most notable locally is a Hollywood casting director.
Does that make sense to you guys?
Hetty used the cover of a Hollywood costumer
when she was with the CIA, so yes.
- And Jimmy McCann? - Looking.
CALLEN: If Gwen Johns is a casting director, and Hetty
said that we should reach out to her to check
on this guy's availability, he's got to be an actor.
An actor?
(GASPS, CHUCKLES)
SHYLA: An actor that looks a lot like Admiral Kilbride.
Huh.
What's happening here, you following me?
I need a ride. Took an Uber here.
You know NCIS travel budgets.
It's, uh, one rental per your two agents.
Yeah, I just thought that maybe they'd make an exception, yeah?
- No... - (TIRES SCREECHING)
- Gun! - (GUNFIRE)
(GRUNTS)
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm cool.
That was a little too sloppy to be Simon Williams group.
Yeah, probably somebody looking to collect on that bounty.
Welcome to Hollywood.
Huh.
I'll call the Uber.
Yeah.
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS, EXHALES)
(COUGHING)
Last chance.
Where's Kilbride?
(GRUNTS)
Bring the hijabi in here.
I'm gonna kill her in front of you.
No, wait. Wait, wait.
All right.
There's a boatshed...
down by the docks, all right, at the marina.
We use it as a safe house.
That's where Kilbride's holed up.
And they say torture never works.
If you're lying...
I'm gonna kill your girlfriend in front of you.
She's not my girlfriend.
Oh. Well, that's too bad.
Like I said,
she was kind of cute before all this.
Let me see her.
Mm, I don't think so.
Let me see her!
Trust me, it's not pretty.
Fatima?!
Fatima!
(GRUNTS, PANTING)
Shiver me timbers.
Oh! Hey, I heard what happened. You good?
Me, yes. My truck, not so much.
Okay, who cares about a stupid truck, babe? Come on.
It's America, all right? We love our trucks.
Okay, are we gonna tell Rosa about this?
I don't know. This wasn't exactly in the handbook.
How's Fatima?
She's freaked out and blaming herself.
I mean, this whole thing is a mess.
What are we gonna do? I don't know.
But I do know what we're gonna do after that,
which is go on a family vacation.
Someplace warm and quiet and safe.
I like the idea of that.
Yeah, someplace like Winnipeg.
- Winnipeg? - Uh-huh.
Do you even know where that is?
No, I just like saying it, Winnipeg.
- Okay, we need a plan. - Yeah, we need a plan.
They want Kilbride, we give them this Kilbride.
They'll know we're never really gonna trade him.
We're not gonna trade him.
We're gonna let them grab him.
So they're gonna have an agent and a civilian.
How's that gonna help us?
Are we gonna put a tracker on him? These guys are pros.
They're not that stupid.
We have a-a boatshed in the marina.
We use it for interrogations, things like that.
It's separate from this facility for security reasons.
Jimmy McCann, our Kilbride stand-in,
he will arrive looking like he's holed up there.
When they move in to grab him,
we take them.
You're assuming that Morgan Miller
and her Simon Williams group know about the boatshed.
You said this facility was probably under surveillance.
That's only because it's the CIA.
OSP is one of the best kept secrets.
Most people think this is a water station.
If they know about this place,
I guarantee you they know about the boatshed as well.
We use that to our advantage.
Okay, well, that works in theory.
But if they're watching the boatshed, they're gonna
know it's a trap the second they see anyone else
walk in other than our Kilbride decoy.
They're not gonna see us walk in.
Oh, no? You got a secret tunnel?
Hmm.
Something like that.
LUCY: Need any help?
Lucy Tara.
Fatima Namazi.
I'm sorry about your partner.
He'll be okay.
He's smart and he's tough.
I hear the same about you.
Not today.
Help yourself to whatever you need.
Thanks.
OSP has a great reputation.
I'm sure your team could handle this on its own,
but with the rest of us here,
these guys don't stand a chance against us, am I right?
I sure as hell hope so.
- They inside yet? - Should be any minute.
Kensi, what about outside?
Not that we saw.
If somebody's watching the boatshed, we didn't see them.
These guys are good. They're not your run-of-the-mill criminals.
Agent Namazi and Rountree learned that the hard way.
DEEKS: Yeah, well, at least there aren't a bunch of
trigger-happy yahoos out there gunning for all of us as well.
Oh, wait, there is.
PARKER: Just keep your head on a swivel.
Oh, it's on a swivel.
And we're focused.
TENNANT: This is not Hawai'i water.
CALLEN: Same ocean.
Well, the lack of visibility and smell say otherwise.
Oh, man, please tell me that all of this is gonna
come off in the shower.
Give me a break. You think the Potomac's any cleaner?
I don't swim in there, either.
Dude, I swear I've seen this place on Airbnb.
CALLEN: You guys take the high ground.
We reserve the penthouse for our guests.
Great, I'm sure it's just as fragrant up there.
It's the marina.
Seriously, how do you guys work here?
What do you mean?
(TENNANT GASPS)
Oh, you're like the two crazy old cat ladies
who doesn't even realize their own house smells.
(LAUGHS)
Something like that.
Our Kilbride stand-in just landed.
He's heading to you now.
You good, Jimmy?
Sound as a pound, mate.
Oh, thank you.
Agents Torres and Tennant will secure you upstairs.
MCCANN: All right, no worries.
I know the routine.
Not the first time I've doubled the admiral, you know.
Hey, let's keep those holstered there, cowboy.
- For our own safety. - (CHUCKLES)
Just how many times have you doubled the admiral?
Oh, geez.
Couple of times in D.C.
Turkey, four times in Venezuela.
Crazy times...
TORRES: Okay, story time can wait.
I need you up here now.
Aye, aye, captain.
- We'll talk, Jimmy. - Yes, sir.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Showtime.
DEEKS: We got two two-man teams.
They're loaded for bear with body armor.
TORRES: Federal agents!
(GRUNTS)
Don't even think about it.
Hands.
That a boy.
None of these are Morgan Miller. Kens?
No. She's not here.
She still has Agent Rountree.
You are looking at hard time.
How hard is up to you.
Your buddies are dead.
They can't cooperate.
But you can.
CALLEN: Morgan Miller is going down
and she's taking you with her
unless, of course, you help us.
How long are we gonna waste on this?
Well, right now he's our best bet to finding Rountree.
CALLEN: We know about Morgan Miller.
We know about the Simon Williams group.
SAM: All right.
Where is my partner, huh?
- Fatima, stop. - Fatima!
Tell me where my partner is! I know you know where he is!
- Fatima! Fatima! - Tell me where he is!
- Fatima! - Tell me!
Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
We're on it, okay?
Let me get you some tea.
I don't want any tea!
Unless I can use it to scald that guy.
- Okay. - What do their cell phones show?
They've been all over. I can't begin
to predict a possible location from this.
Hey, Deeks, where are we on the vehicles?
Vehicles are clean.
They shared some GPS location searches,
including this parking lot.
And I recognize another one of them as Kilbride's addresses.
I'm sending you the list now.
I can cross reference it with their cell phone activity.
TORRES: Focus on the time
that corresponds with the attack at Kilbride's
and wherever they went after that.
This is a window of about two hours after the attack.
Looks like they left the city.
What's out there?
That's like Mojave.
Hmm, good place to dump a body.
Sorry.
(PHONE BUZZING)
Answer it.
He's not gonna ask you again.
Maybe Fatima can convince him.
The number that's calling is coming from that same location
in Mojave. It's a jet boneyard
not far from the Mojave Air and Space Port.
All right, we need to get our people there ASAP.
See if we can get a transport helo out of El Segundo,
then call local law enforcement
and have them put up some road blocks in case they try to run.
- On it. - We're also gonna need ground transport
once we get there. What's the closest military base?
Edwards Air Force Base is only about 20 miles from there.
Get me the base commander, maybe he'll lend us some wheels.
Copy that.
Ellis failed their first check in.
PIERCE: You try contacting him?
MILLER: He's not picking up. Try calling one of the others.
Went to voice mail.
Damn it. They may have run into resistance.
PIERCE: From one old man? Should have been an easy extraction.
The admiral is not a soft target.
What do you want to do?
MILLER: Put everyone on high alert.
Next check in is 15 minutes. They miss that, we pull out.
What about him?
He's insurance.
We're going on high alert.
Tighten up the perimeter.
Keep your eyes and ears open.
We may have company.
Well, either we do or we don't.
PIERCE: We have some dune buggies approaching.
Could just be some off-roaders joyriding in the desert.
Or it could be his rescue party.
We're pulling out.
PIERCE: All right, that's it. We're pulling out.
♪ ♪
(BIRD COOING)
Excuse me?
(GRUNTING)
DEEKS: Federal agents! Drop it!
He said drop it.
Nice and easy, hands behind your back.
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
I had him.
A simple thank you will suffice.
"Mahola."
It's mahalo.
Yeah, I still had him.
It's over, Miller.
(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT) (MILLER GRUNTS)
Cease-fire! Cease-fire!
Miller is down. Everybody good?
KENSI: Yeah, we're good.
FATIMA: All clear.
TORRES: Yeah, I'm solid.
Nice work, people.
- Bring them home. - Yes, sir.
Rountree? Oh, my God.
I'm okay.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Oh.
What did they do to you?
A little five knuckle facial.
Yeah, you, uh...
you don't look so good.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just a little jet-lagged.
- (LAUGHS) - Ow!
Oh, it hurts to smile.
Yeah, don't do that.
Your... your mouth is bleeding.
It looks really gross.
Really?
Yeah.
Oh, come here.
Thank you, partner.
She's dead.
Yeah, it was a nice shot.
It was pretty risky.
It wasn't us.
Well, who took it then?
It wasn't me.
KILBRIDE: You certainly took your sweet time.
(GRUNTS)
A little bit longer out here,
I was gonna turn into beef jerky.
Okay, how in the world did you know we were out here?
Been following you.
DEEKS: Just out of curiosity,
you ever heard of teamwork?
(LAUGHS)
What do you call this?
Well, I see you've made yourself at home.
Almost out of here.
I guess we'll be seeing you back in D.C.
to testify before congress on all of this, huh?
Yeah, yeah.
With Miller dead and...
the rest of her group either in custody or body bags,
the Simon Williams program
can be put to rest indefinitely.
That's a good thing.
That it is, that it is.
I suppose I owe you a big thank you
for looking out for these kids.
Well, these "kids" do a pretty good job on their own.
That they do, that they do.
But you know you worked really well with them and
I truly think they can benefit
from spending more time
with someone with your experience.
And I don't mind
staying in Washington for a bit.
I thought maybe we could work out some sort of an exchange?
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Yeah.
I'm gonna have to take a pass on that, besides,
I think this place is growing on you.
Why do you hurt me?
I'll see you around, Hollace.
You better not have taken any of my cigars.
That son of a bitch.
Thanks for the loaners.
Thank you for helping us find Rountree.
Is he gonna be okay?
Nothing a little ice, rest, and dental work won't fix.
Really, babe?
Seriously, thank you.
It was great meeting all of you.
Likewise.
If you guys ever get to Hawai'i.
Oh, you know it.
I'm putting my transfer in tomorrow morning.
I wish.
- Well, stay safe you guys. - Bye.
- See ya. - Bye. You, too.
Ah, you guys flying out tonight?
Yeah, I'm trying to catch a hop out of NAS North Island.
But these guys are flying commercial.
Well, Parker ain't gonna like it, but I do enjoy
my hot towels and complimentary socks.
- (CHUCKLES) - SAM: Okay.
Thank you for everything.
You, too.
I'd like to say it was fun but...
No, all in all I think it went pretty well. We should...
maybe think about doing this again sometime.
Yeah, hard pass.
No, thanks.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)