NCIS Los Angeles s02e22 Episode Script

Mr.
Sanders, you illegally acquired and then sold military-issue weapons, some of which have been used in two homicide cases.
Due to the overwhelming evidence based on key witness testimony, the court finds you guilty on all charges of arms trafficking.
A sentence of 20 years in a federal prison, with no chance of parole.
You happy now? I was your key witness.
I wanted to make sure he didn't walk.
Well, Nelson Sanders is done.
You're safe, Ray.
Joint Task Force: 1.
Putting Sanders away is one thing.
Recovering the rest of those weapons is another.
Two men are looking each other in the eye.
But only one of us is still alive.
You understand that, Ray? Don't you? Last time I saw you this nervous was when those cops pinched us in that stolen Camaro.
It wasn't the cops I was worried about.
It was my dad showing up at the precinct with a belt.
My dad would have loved to join that party, but apparently, jail had him pretty occupied.
- Are you ready? - As I'll ever be.
See you.
Hey, get down.
Take cover! Take cover! Gunfire.
Gunfire.
- Eric, the motorcycle? - Accessing traffic cameras now.
Gentlemen, smile for the camera.
Nice job, guys.
That was insane.
Just going with the flow.
Does going with the flow include screaming "yee-haw"? I was in character.
You were in character.
As who, Smokey or the Bandit? You gonna try that on the next op, when I'm driving? No, I drive.
You shoot.
No, no, no.
We agreed to take turns.
I don't remember having that conversation.
- We could make a compromise.
- You'll ride on the back next time? Never gonna happen.
Maybe we can get Hetty to get you a sidecar.
That's cute.
You ever rode on a sidecar? They're fun.
Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport.
This is a non-smoking Oh, I feel like I'm having an allergic reaction to those squibs.
You know, I have allergies, Marty.
Well, maybe we should've set up your relocation in Nebraska.
Oh, that's not funny.
I'm the best informant you ever had.
Ha, ha.
A claim you can only make due to the fact that you're a criminal.
Retired.
You're looking at the new man.
- Upstanding citizen.
- Ha, ha.
Must've been difficult to say - with a straight face.
- Ha, ha.
You gonna be able to handle those women in Miami? The women, yes.
But I feel like I'm gonna get whacked by an alligator, like they're just waiting for my pasty ass.
You guys do know that alligators don't prey on human beings, crocodiles do.
Both live in the Miami vicinity, but mainly in swamps.
She just go all Wikipedia on me? Yeah, she just went all Wikipedia on you.
Due to increased TSA security measures - She looks just like, you know - I know, scary, right? - Who do I look like? - It's not important.
Marty and I grew up in the same neighborhood, and there was this girl Ray and I lost touch.
Five years ago, I go undercover to infiltrate an arms ring, and guess who I find flopping around in the middle of it.
I thought I was joining a barbershop quartet.
I gave him a choice.
I said, "You can go to jail or you can come work as an informant.
" Yeah, some choice.
Well, most guys don't get to choose.
- Anything you want me to tell Nicole? - Nope.
She's your wife.
Ex-wife.
Johnny Bravo's a solo act now.
About that.
Bravo was taken, so we got you dialed in with one Charlie Mitchell.
- What? - Get to know it.
Well, I guess this is it.
Don't wanna keep the alligators waiting.
- Ray - All right.
- Take care, brother.
- You too.
Bye, Wikipedia.
Take care of him.
I will.
He's a sucker for brunettes.
What did he say? I don't really care.
Never shoot back.
Always shoot first.
He seems cool.
One of the coolest.
- You know, for a bad guy.
- Uh-huh.
This case is not over with yet, ladies and gentlemen.
Ray gave us Nelson Sanders.
But we still need to recover the stolen military weapons which he sold.
Which I'm sure I don't need to remind you includes five AT4 rocket launchers, all stolen from Camp Pendleton.
Deeks.
How long you known this guy Ray? Just came over the wire.
Police report a car rented to Charlie Mitchell, Ray's new alias, was involved in a chase and a shooting.
Car was found abandoned.
Wait.
It hasn't even been two hours.
Ray couldn't have got to Miami, let alone rented a car.
Oh, he's not in Miami.
His car was found in downtown Los Angeles.
Airline says Ray never boarded the flight.
He cashed in his ticket.
And rented a car instead.
Why would he do that? I mean, Nelson Sanders thinks he's dead.
Ray's car was found two blocks from the shooting.
Looks like a botched hit.
And if they hadn't crashed, the bad guys would've killed him.
No, we staged his murder.
We put it on television.
There's no way the shooter should have known he was still alive.
Unless there's a leak.
L.
A.
P.
D.
Reports no blood at the scene.
He got lucky.
Can you zoom in on those shooters? It's too blurry to make an ID.
Ray was a gunsmith.
He worked with every criminal group in Los Angeles.
They find out that he was an informant and that he's still in town, there's gonna be a huge price on his head.
- That is some serious firepower.
- M4 assault rifles.
M4s were part of the shipment stolen from Camp Pendleton.
Ray's gotta be scared.
He's looking for me.
- Then why hasn't he called you? - And where is he headed? I don't know.
But I know where he's gonna end up sooner or later.
I gotta go back undercover.
- I'll shadow him.
- Go.
Let's check out the crime scene.
So this is the infamous Max Gentry.
This is an alias I did not miss.
Hmm.
As I recall, his reputation was less than stellar.
I've known Ray since I was 10 years old.
And I used our friendship to keep him in the line of fire as an informant.
Only reason he risked himself because he trusted me.
And yet he didn't tell you about his change in travel plans.
Doesn't matter.
Somebody's gotta look out for him.
Wow.
Your loyalty is admirable.
When I was 11 years old, my dad was one drink away from killing Mom and me Until you shot him in self-defense.
.
38 revolver that I used, Ray's the one that gave it to me.
You know, - some might say you paid that debt.
- Yeah.
Rather than send him to jail, you took him under your wing.
Let's be honest, I turned my best friend into a snitch for a hundred dollars a week.
If he gets himself killed, that's on me.
We get anything else, we'll let you know.
Appreciate it.
The officer says that the driver and the shooter abandoned the car and disappeared on foot.
- Go ahead, Callen.
- Tell me you got something.
Nothing on traffic cams.
Could be military-issue.
The shooters were described as Hispanic and tattooed.
It's L.
A.
Doesn't exactly narrow it down.
Eric, keep me posted.
Sounds to me like Deeks' buddy's been keeping some secrets.
So, what's Max Gentry like? He's just a guy.
Okay.
Does he have an accent? Is he shy, life of the party, a wine guy? A beer guy? You know what I mean? How'd you come up with him? It's just an alias I threw together.
No big deal.
Okay.
I should go in first.
I'll wait at the bar.
No, I think it's better if I go in alone.
Max.
- Hey.
- Joey.
Never gave me that money.
Yeah.
I was gonna, but you disappeared.
I can get it, Max, I swear.
I just Look at you.
Come on, man, you're shaking.
You're sweating.
You got cramps too? - Is it that time of the month? - No.
Wow.
I think, uh, maybe I'll just collect it from your girlfriend.
No.
Come on, man.
Please.
She doesn't have anything to do with this.
I've been meaning to call you, Max.
I have.
No, I think she wants to work off the vig.
You want me to break the news to her? I'll do it.
I get it.
I'll bring it to you tonight, I swear.
- I just I gotta call some - Shut up.
Shut up! - Did you hear about Ray? - Yeah.
It's been all over the news.
I know you guys are tight.
Sorry, man.
Look at me.
Anybody comes in here asking about him, you let me know.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Understand? - Say you understand.
- I understand, man.
It's been a long time.
Look, uh, about Ray, l You got my lunch ready? When was the last time you saw him? Uh, maybe last week.
He say anything I should know? No.
Not really.
He was acting like a buffoon, as usual.
Ran out on his tab.
I'm sorry, Max.
I I just didn't wanna dump all over your dead best friend.
Yeah.
Deeks, I got a visual on Ray.
Don't break cover.
I'll grab him.
Ray.
- What the hell was that? - It's gunshots.
Ray? - Hey.
Where is he? - He was right here.
We ID'd the shooter Kensi took down outside the pool hall.
His name is Vince Mendoza.
He was a foot soldier for the Southland Kings.
So, what do they stand to gain from Ray's death? - Goes back to business.
- No.
Ray never dealt with the Southland Kings.
They killed a buddy of ours and he hated them.
Are you sure? If something happened, he would've come to me.
But these guys don't try to murder people for no reason, Deeks.
And he didn't tell you he wasn't going to Miami.
Your best friend is a career criminal, Deeks.
He ditched his flight.
Then he rented a car that got shot up with rifles after you took your eyes off him.
Why would Ray make himself a target? I don't know.
There may be things that Ray hasn't told you.
You might not know your friend as well as you think you do.
The serial numbers on the M4 that Vince Mendoza used were filed off.
We've got a lab using an electron microscope.
They were able to pull a partial image, but we're working on it.
There's gotta be a reason why Ray chose to stay: Money stashed somewhere, an enemy he wanted to drop in on.
That's not his style.
- What about his wife? - What? Nicole? He didn't even wanna take her into relocation with him.
He said their marriage was over.
Sam, that's because it's complicated.
- Let's pick her up.
- Nicole doesn't know I'm a cop and she's gonna tell us a lot more if it stays that way.
All right, we'll have her picked up and take her to the boatshed? Anything else on the Southland Kings angle? Well, Mendoza is part owner of a restaurant downtown, but it's a front.
The Southland Kings are operating what's known as a clandestino inside.
A clandestino is a Salvadorean speakeasy which caters to rich businessmen who want to gamble in the presence of beautiful women.
Let me guess, Deeks is gonna take this one.
No.
I gotta talk to Nicole.
Okay, I guess I'll send you guys the address.
This can't be it.
That's the right address.
Can I help you? - I'm Mr.
Carl.
- I don't know you.
You're obviously new and that's okay.
I run a little hedge fund downtown.
I'm here to celebrate a deal with my newest client.
You guys have always treated me just right.
- I thought you said I was blue chip.
- Ha, ha.
We're all good.
Hey, we're all good.
I just paid you a 3.
5- Million-dollar commission.
And you bring me here? This is not how I heard Mr.
Carl rolls.
Something you need to understand about Mr.
Carl.
What's that? He likes to party.
Mm-hm.
What did I tell you? What I'm talking about.
Welcome, gentlemen.
Hello.
Blue chip, you liking this? I'm liking it a lot, baby.
Whew.
Thank you.
- How you doing tonight? - I am good.
- Yeah? - This is my first time here.
You know Mr.
Carl, he's the man.
We're celebrating.
Mm.
- Krug Reserve? - Mm-hm.
You know who told me about this place? Ray.
You know Ray, don't you? Give me one second.
On your 6.
Sam.
Get up.
Why are the Southland Kings after Ray Martindale? Who are you guys? - I'm Mr.
Carl.
- He likes to party.
Hey, Sam, this Taser still charged? Ray's a snitch.
Were you in business with him? Not me personally.
- Look, I just follow orders.
- Who told you Ray was still alive? - Was it Nelson Sanders? - No.
Sanders is doing day one of a 20-year bid.
Can't hurt you.
I ain't scared of Sanders.
It was Ray's wife.
She called the Southland Kings this morning and told them Ray was alive.
If that's true, it's conspiracy to commit first-degree murder.
- Okay, cuff me.
- What? She knows Max, not me.
Ray met Nicole three years ago.
He was working undercover, he didn't want her to know he was an informant, so I covered for him.
- Max? - Hey.
Make yourselves comfortable.
I can't believe this.
What are you doing here? Feds busted down my door.
Ray's on the run.
They think we know where he went.
Were you always such a drama queen? I like what you did with your hair.
- So sweet.
- Seriously.
Couldn't tell it was a weave at first.
They're probably watching.
And you care? Ray.
You gotta help me figure out what's going on with Ray.
These feds are serious and I cannot go back to jail.
Nicole, look at me.
A cop turned Ray.
Convinced him to testify against Nelson Sanders.
Ray told you that? Yeah.
The feds had this plan to relocate him.
I didn't wanna go.
Before the trial, I got a call from this guy.
He said that if I helped him find Ray, he'd pay me a hundred grand.
I didn't do it, but he left me his number.
Hey.
It's okay.
If I tell the truth, they won't send us to jail, right? Maybe you and I could start hanging out again? I'd like that.
Ray pulled up to the house in a rental car.
He needed some money he'd stashed away.
Did he say what he needed it for? He wants to relocate with someone.
Some little tramp who works at Grand Central Market, Jenna.
At the bakery stand.
Well, it's the first time I've ever heard about her.
Yeah.
So I called that man back.
I said I wanted the money and I told him where Ray was headed.
That selfish son of a bitch, he doesn't deserve to be happy.
Max, I'm glad that Ray's gone.
I'm glad you're back.
Whew.
God.
Eric's started to search Grand Central Market for this girl, but it could take some time.
It's okay, I know her.
I'll head over there.
Max knows her.
What? I'm fine, really.
You're fine out here or you're fine in there? Because the only thing in there I saw that wasn't real was your alias.
And even that, I'm not so sure about.
When I got the flu, the L.
A.
P.
D.
Didn't bring me chicken soup, she did.
I'm in control.
Okay.
Go get this Jenna girl and bring her in.
You seem pretty close to this.
I've been here before, I'm fine.
You two have chemistry.
It's a game.
How many times have you put on high heels and a dress to get a suspect to talk? Are you going to tell her the truth? I don't think she wants to hear it.
But doesn't she deserve it? Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
I wouldn't do it, Mr.
Callen.
Do what? Talk to Mr.
Deeks.
That lie he's living with Nicole is the same one I lived with Kristin Donnelly.
Maybe if someone had talked to me, things would have been different.
Would you have listened? Heh.
No.
You still think about her and the boy? Thanks for the advice, Hetty.
The Southland Kings want Ray dead and we can't protect him if we can't find him.
I combed through every inch of Ray's file and his phone records dating back five years, no links to known Southland Kings members.
What do you got, Nell? Oh, lab got us the M4's serial number.
It's from that Pendleton shipment we've been chasing.
Sanders must have sold them to Southland Kings before he got arrested.
Now we know who took possession.
I think it's time we paid Sanders a visit.
- Gonna need you on this, Nell.
- Okay.
Eric, I'm gonna need all the files we've got on Sanders, the Southland Kings and Ray.
The network is secure.
- I'm sending you the files now.
- All right.
Sanders has done business with Ray and the Southland Kings, but nothing that links all three parties together.
There's a reason why they want him dead.
Ray couldn't testify against the Southland Kings even if he wanted to.
He doesn't have the intel unless Nelson Sanders told them that Ray did? - Uh-huh.
- That's not bad.
Maybe we need to get her away from her desk more often.
I heard that, rock star.
Shh.
All right, I'll go talk to her.
And I'll stay here, like last time, right? If Max shows up with a new girlfriend, people will start asking questions.
But you didn't have to go undercover back at the pool hall.
I saw Ray from the car.
We could have just staked the place out.
So, what are you saying, you think I like being Max? Some days, it's easier being someone else.
And some days, it's too easy.
Deeks There you go.
Hey, Jenna.
Hi, Max.
Sorry about Ray.
Yeah, right.
You okay? Thought you'd be more upset.
Uh, well Kensi, I got Ray in the market.
He's running.
I'm going after him! Hey, Ray! Ray! Slow down, crazy punk! Ray! Damn it.
Hey.
Stop it.
Ray! Stop it.
I'm on your side, you dumb-ass.
In case you haven't noticed, everybody I've ran into today has tried to kill me.
- You think I'm trying to kill you? - No.
Maybe you wanna arrest me.
That could happen.
Should I be arresting you? Look, I don't know, I haven't paid a parking ticket in about 14 years.
Look, I was gonna say something.
Why are the Southland Kings - trying to kill you? - Whoa, whoa.
Can't protect you if you don't tell the truth.
Look, I am telling the truth! All right? I never dealt with them, never even met any of them.
Are you okay? Yeah, baby, it's gonna be okay, I promise, all right? Why did you come back? I need her to come with me.
Why? She's pregnant.
Come on, man, why didn't you just tell me? I found out this morning.
You told me I could only bring my immediate family when I went into relocation, no exceptions.
I knew if you saw us together, we could tell you And there'd be no way I could say no.
I got a chance to be a dad.
You know what this means to me.
Yeah, I do.
It's gonna be different for my kid, not like it was for us.
I can do this, Marty, I know I can.
I'm not leaving L.
A.
Without her, unless it's in a body bag.
It's gonna be all right.
Just hang in there.
Well, I have to admit it was smart.
It's a bold move.
Enlighten me.
You found out Ray wasn't dead.
He was never gonna testify against the Southland Kings, but you scared them into thinking he would.
You're locked up, but you want revenge.
Figured the Salvadoreans would kill him just to be safe, do your dirty work for you.
Come back when you got proof.
I may have sold some weapons in the past to the Southland Kings, but I never dealt with them personally.
One dose of proof coming up.
Two weeks before you were arrested, NCIS observed you with a Southland Kings chieftain, who's wanted for murder.
If you stop the Salvadoreans, I'll inform the Russians that Ray's been called to testify against them.
If they fail to kill him, I'll go to the Serbs.
If the Serbs fail, I'll go to the Italians and on and on.
Who do you think these men will trust more, me or you? All this for revenge? I'm spending the next 20 years in prison because of Ray Martindale.
You'll have to move on to the next case eventually.
New crimes, new problems to manage.
But I only have one problem to focus on, and I'll never stop until it's solved.
I believe you.
We're finished here.
It's done.
Jenna's at a motel with armed guards.
She's safe.
Nicole still in love with you? I'm not blind, man.
It's always been obvious.
Hey, it could work.
Yeah, maybe if things were different, Ray.
She doesn't even know who I am.
Does Wikipedia know who you are? Okay, easy, she's just my partner.
What are you guys talking about? Nothing, we're just discussing the pertinent details to the case.
Okay.
But you two got a thing.
No, man.
No, there's no thing.
Listen, I know when I go into relocation, - we're not gonna be able to talk.
- It's gonna be nice.
But you gotta make me a promise.
You gotta call me someday and let me know how it turned out with her.
Scoobies are back.
Did you guys figure out my happy-ever-after? We got good news and bad news.
We've confirmed you're not connected to the Southland Kings.
Oh, I could have told you that.
In fact, I did tell you that.
This is his idea of good news? The bad news is, Nelson Sanders will keep sending people to kill you until you're dead.
Doesn't matter where we relocate you.
It's a matter of time before they succeed.
You know what? Next time, just tell me I'm screwed and pop a cap in my ass.
All right, take it easy.
They got a plan.
Right? You got a plan? The Southland Kings bought those military-issue weapons from Sanders.
They're gonna come after you again, Ray.
And fortunately, we can control where.
Oh, so that's the plan? You're gonna use him as bait to lure them out? No.
You just say no, all right? They can't force you to do it.
They need you to volunteer and we're gonna figure something else out.
What about Jenna? If anything happens to you, Jenna and your child will be protected for life.
You have our word.
Ray.
No.
I'm in.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Someone's been behaving.
What do you mean? No cuffs.
You know, Ray and I always used to joke about how easily we could have ended up with the other guy's life, and I think the thing is that maybe I wanted his life more than I wanted to admit.
Oh, this is not how I imagined this going.
My name isn't Max.
I am a cop.
I met you when I was working undercover and Ray was my informant.
How much of it was real? I don't know.
You're a coward.
Yeah.
Why are you telling me this right now? Because those guys still wanna kill Ray.
I can't let that happen and I need your help.
I need you to call the men that want Ray dead.
I need you to tell them you just saw him and that he's meeting a bagman at this location in an hour.
Nicole.
And you'll tell your people I cooperated? I'm sorry.
I know that life has not been easy since you met me.
Somehow you still managed to be the best thing in it.
Kens, what do you see? I got a green SUV headed towards Ray.
Are you sure Ray knows where to take cover? I sure hope so.
Federal agents.
Drop your weapons.
Ray! Damn it.
Deeks, move, now! Time to go, bro.
Go, we got you covered.
Plan B, Deeks! Plan B! Go.
Go.
Instructions and an address are on the dash.
I'm gonna have agents waiting for you.
They'll take you on a charter flight to Oregon.
What about Jenna? Drop the weapon.
On the ground.
Now! Deeks.
Come on.
I hope they bought that car swap, Marty.
Yeah.
Me too.
I'm gonna be the best father in the world, I promise you.
- I know you are, Ray.
- Shut up and listen to me.
I'm not gonna screw everything up like my dad or your dad.
Always knew we'd turn out so much better than them.
We did, didn't we? Damn right, brother.
Take care of him.
I will.
You promised me that phone call, Marty.
No.
I wanna hear how your thing turns out with Wikipedia.
- Ha, ha.
- You know you owe me that much.
There is no thing.
Thank you.
Some guys hit the gym to relieve stress.
I total cars and blow them up.
And who's the rock star? Yeah.
Thank you for letting Ray take Jenna with him.
No one should live out his life alone, including you.
What are you talking about? I got you.
I'll be fine.
I have a message for you.
From Nicole Martindale.
Does she hate me? Actually, yes.
But she also wants you to know that she has no regrets.
Yeah, I guess I don't either.
Good night, Mr.
Deeks.
Night, Hetty.
Just heard from L.
A.
P.
D.
First call the Southland Kings shooters made was to Sanders.
They confirmed Ray's death.
He's safe now.
Sanders was gonna get what he wanted eventually.
Only way for us to win was to give it to him.
What is this I hear about you guys tearing apart a clandestino? Hmm? I mean, certain places, you gotta crack heads, I understand that, but a clandestino, I think that requires a lighter touch.
Deeks has a point.
You have to be aware of the cultural customs.
For example, clandestinos originated in Nicaragua.
Good night, Wikipedia.
And, uh, lighter touch, next time you feel like introducing us to one of your friends, don't.
Planning on calling Ray any time soon? No.
No, I'm not.
- Why do you ask? - Just when you do, tell him Wikipedia says hi.
I'll do that.
Oh, and, um, I'm glad our thing is working out.
No thing.
There is no thing!