NCIS Los Angeles s03e16 Episode Script

So you've never been dumped? What part of "never" don't you understand? I don't believe you.
Well, that's understandable considering your track record.
- But honestly, look at me, huh? - Oh.
I mean, how could you break up with this, you know? I'm super fun, I'm like Heaven? See, I was thinking south and much, much, much hotter.
So, like, Mexico? Let me guess, you're the "senses the breakup, initiates preemptive strike" guy.
Yeah, well, it's much better to be the breaker than the breakee, I think.
You're just broken, Deeks.
Yeah, well, no argument there.
Uh, what are we, what are we doing here? Where are the guys? I don't actually know.
I just got a page from Ops to meet here.
What, are they hiding? Are you guys hiding, huh? You throwing me a surprise party? You do know it's not your birthday, right? Which is why it would be so surprising.
Agent Blye, could you come in here, please? You invited Granger? Yeah.
This is the worst surprise birthday party ever.
You can go, and you can have a seat.
You good? Yeah.
All right.
Other side, Agent Blye.
Suspects usually sit on the other side.
Yeah, they do.
Sit down.
Original air date on February 21, 2012 Where's Hetty? Not sure, what do you need? We need Hetty.
Granger is wearing out his welcome.
You hear anything? About what? She's not answering her phone.
Okay, Granger is acting like he's about to go medieval on Kensi in the boatshed.
- He say what it's about? - Any other names come up? Whoa, whoa, whoa, I called you guys for answers.
Where is Hetty? Here, Mr.
Deeks.
All of you, upstairs now.
What's Granger up to now? Like you, I can't speculate what the assistant director is up to.
Maybe this will shed some light on the situation.
Nell.
Retired Master Sergeant David Blake boarded a military flight from Hawaii and landed at LAX at approximately 1:00 a.
m.
this morning.
He was killed four hours ago in a car accident.
His rental car crashed through an on-ramp barrier off the 105 freeway.
So what's the connection to Kensi? In 1997 Blake was part of a sniper training unit.
He was the spotter for a sniper by the name of Donald Blye.
That's Kensi's father.
Yes.
Mr.
Beale, access the secure server.
Open a file-- Ghost Recon.
So Kensi comes from a long line of snipers.
Who else can say that? Still doesn't explain what Granger is up to.
I'm afraid it does.
The last person to be in touch with Sergeant Blake before he died was Kensi.
Explain your order of business while in Hawaii.
You have asked me that three times.
Repetitive questioning tactic to trip up a suspect-- amateur at best.
Again, my father belonged to a sniper training unit at Camp Lejeune.
David Blake was his spotter and good friend.
I went to see him because I wanted answers about my father's death.
Answers? Yes, answers.
Police said my father died in a car accident.
Drunk driving? My dad's brother died because of a drunk driver.
There is no way he would have gotten behind the wheel if intoxicated.
Investigation was swept under the rug.
My dad's unit was disbanded, and everybody walked away like nothing was wrong.
I was left with nothing.
Okay, go on.
After I went to Hawaii I tracked Blake down, but he claimed he didn't know anything.
That's it.
Sergeant Blake died in a car accident this morning in Los Angeles.
Now, if his death turns out to be more than a tragic misfortune, we're going to have a real problem.
Why's that? Because you'll be the prime suspect in his murder.
Donald Blye, dead, car accident.
Patrick Phearson, dead, car accident.
Peter Clairmont, died in 2006 working for a private contractor in Afghanistan.
Any guesses how? Survey says "car accident"? Ding, ding, ding.
Jason Klemp, Ray Duvont, also dead, also car accidents.
So either these guys are the world's worst drivers or Someone's taking 'em out.
Three died within the past two months.
Only one alive is Jay Fisher.
Jay Fisher is missing.
No known address or number.
Maybe he's the one who's behind all this.
Maybe he's dead like all the rest but just hasn't been discovered yet.
Why now, after all these years? Uh, guys, the last person to contact Duvont and Klemp before they died was Kensi.
Just like Blake.
Granger thinks Kensi's involved.
Give us everything you have on the sniper training unit, starting with Kensi's father.
It's all circumstantial.
All right, Donald Blye's unit was scheduled to participate in an all-night training maneuver, but Blye was incinerated when his car ran off the road.
Military police could only I.
D.
Blye's corpse using dental records.
The official finding was, Don Blye was killed in a drunk driving accident.
Kensi refused to accept it.
What are you trying to prove, Granger? The sniper training unit was a cover story.
The unit was actually a black-ops team used for special missions.
So w-what's happening here? Is my partner under arrest? Agent Blye isn't under arrest, but she is a suspect.
It appears your partner only joined NCIS to track down those she believes are responsible for his death.
The men in her father's unit.
You're accusing Kensi of murder? I'm saying, check the facts.
There's mounting evidence that ties Kensi to the deaths of those men.
Kensi is a first-rate agent with an impeccable record.
I don't buy it.
Well, others do.
Including you.
Facts are facts, - Agent Hanna.
- You're not buying this, are you, Hetty? No, I am not, Mr.
Deeks, but we will certainly review the facts.
It's all right there-- hard to disprove but I'm sure you'll try.
You've been conducting a secret investigation the entire time you've been here.
What's your point? Assistant Director, a word in my office, if you would.
Of course.
Gentlemen, there's work to be done.
Let's start with Blake's car.
Keep us posted.
- Got it.
- Yeah.
You have undermined my authority by keeping me in the dark, Owen.
If you suspected Agent Blye of anything, you should have come to me first.
Well, I know what a tight-knit group this is.
Any other method wouldn't have generated the same results.
Ah, results? This is an elite team, and you've just thrown it into chaos.
I won't forget this.
I know.
LAPD is treating it as an accident for now, giving us a few minutes before they get started.
Why'd Blake come to Los Angeles in the first place? Looking for Kensi? She calls him, he hops on a flight to give her the information she was looking for? Yeah, so pick up the phone, e-mail, send a text.
Long way to travel just to talk.
That's for sure.
If Kensi's right and her father was murdered, Blake could have come over here to take her out before she found out the truth.
Somebody took Blake out first.
Bad news.
A small charge blew the brake line.
Wasn't an accident.
Which means Kensi is now officially a murder suspect.
Only if we tell Granger.
When did you last contact Sergeant Blake? You know what? Can we just stop this stupid dance routine and get to it? Yes, I went to see Blake to talk about my father, but get it straight.
My dad was an honorable man, and the last thing I would do is dishonor his memory by becoming a killer.
Your father wasn't the all-American hero you think he was.
You wanted answers.
What's in the file? I wish I knew, Mr.
Deeks.
I mean, there's go to be something we can do here.
I think you could do more for your partner out on the streets, doing what you do best.
Don't worry.
I'll take care of her.
There has to be something on Blake's phone.
You did say you went to MIT, right? I'm in, but there's a series of calls I can't get a lock on for some reason.
So you're really not in.
I thought you said you could do this in your sleep.
In my sleep, I don't have people breathing down my neck.
Except for that one dream.
If you don't hurry up, it's gonna turn into a nightmare.
Too late.
Focus, Beale, you got this.
Kensi's holding her own, but Granger's about this close to putting her in a torture rack.
- What's taking so long? - Got it.
Now wonder it was so difficult, the calls all originate from a federal agency account.
Which agency? CIA.
The number's blocked, but it definitely leads back to their network.
You'd miss it if you didn't know what to look for.
Not bad for MIT.
Call CIA's Los Angeles field office.
See if they'll cooperate and give us a name.
If they don't, hack them.
Looks like there are more calls on Blake's phone to a user logged under the single name "Fish.
" That could be his unit buddy.
- Jay Fisher? - Good chance.
Looks like a burn phone, but I've got a phone number.
Well, if it is Fisher, he called David Blake this morning.
Phone has since been disconnected.
Not so fast.
Looks like the majority of the calls originate from a cell tower in Highland Park.
Silver Dollar trailer park is the closest residence in the area.
Good work.
Okay.
Ouch.
Did you guys ever think about getting maybe a sedan? You know? Maybe a nice minivan? One of those sliding doors.
Ever thought about walking? You know it's only a matter of time before LAPD and Granger find out about Blake's car.
Find out what? I didn't find anything.
You find something? You mean other than the gaping hole in its side? What's there to find out? I wasn't even there.
- No? - No.
So how do you think the CIA's involved in all this? Not a clue.
I'm more concerned Fisher lured Blake to L.
A.
to kill him.
And is Kensi next on his list? They all look the same.
How are we supposed to know which one's Fisher's? That one.
Other trailers are unkempt.
That one's fairly squared away.
Trenching tool.
MREs.
More like MR-ews.
After a few weeks living off the earth, you'd kill for one of those.
Federal agents.
It's all clear.
No sign of struggle.
- Yo.
- Eric, we're at the Silver Dollar trailer park in Highland Park.
Check and see if there's any security camera footage of the last 24 hours.
Silver Dollar.
Got it.
I found something.
What, are you one of the Hardy Boys? More like Nancy Drew.
You can laugh it up, boys, but check that out.
He's got a date.
What do you think that is? Alexander, shelter, 5:30.
Could be anywhere.
What do you got, Eric? Security footage from the trailer park shows a ton of people coming in and out over the last 24 hours.
It could take days to go through all of this.
There is one familiar face that stands out.
Kensi Blye.
What about marine sniper school? It was a cover story.
Your father was a member of an elite black-ops unit specializing in irregular rendition.
Let me guess, his, uh, constant trips for work wasn't to train American allies, then? No.
It was for eliminating threats to American national security.
So what you're saying is my father was an assassin? Oh, of course not.
The United States doesn't sanction political assassination.
You wanted to know the truth.
What, that my father never truly revealed himself to me? Thank you very much for that.
Must run in the family.
Am I free to go now? Report on Blake's car isn't in yet, so you can come and go as you please.
You knew? No, I did not.
So, I assume the purpose of that ludicrous exhibition was to-- what-- examine her reaction? She's a seasoned undercover agent.
You heard her, she has motive.
If this were anyone else, it wouldn't be an issue.
You are wrong on this, Owen.
Let me explain something to you.
If it turns out that Blye's responsible for these murders, Director Vance has no option but to consider your team compromised and disbanded.
You know the convenience store around the corner really sucks.
All they had was stale coffee and fuzzy doughnuts.
Deeks, it's not a good time.
It would be kind of a pity to waste a mediocre cup of coffee.
Here, just hold it, and then I'll Deeks Oh, sorry about that.
God, I can't believe you just fell for that.
Just, uh, so you know, you've got two undercover agents outside watching you.
Yes, I know.
And just to clarify, when did you start moonlighting as a hit man? I mean, you got the whole federal agent by day and killer by night.
I mean, it really does have summer blockbuster written all over it.
Well, if it were true, guess who my next victim would be? Wow.
No, no, no! It was my dad's.
That doesn't explain what you're doing with it.
I was cleaning it.
Why? What have you guys got so far? Subject change.
I'll play along.
David Blake's car was tampered with.
His brake lines were rigged with a small explosive.
Looks like he was murdered.
You don't think it was Not for a second.
Why hasn't Granger arrested me? 'Cause we haven't told him yet.
Thought we could buy ourselves a little bit of time, but Forensics is eventually gonna find it.
I realize that this is the point in the conversation when I say something profound and life-affirming, so I actually came prepared.
Everything is gonna be fine.
That's That's it? Seemed longer when I was writing it.
Probably sounds better, like, in Latin.
It's more profound if I say it But you're laughing, so it obviously worked.
Yeah.
Hmm.
There's a lot about what's going on that I haven't told you.
But I'm your partner; you can tell me anything.
I haven't told you to protect you.
Because there are Are you gonna get that? Wasn't planning on it.
Just two seconds.
It's Deeks.
Mr.
Deeks, I need you to take Kensi into custody.
I'm sorry, it's protocol.
Yeah, no, copy that.
Sooner rather than later.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I got it.
All right.
Okay.
Uh What? That was Hetty.
LAPD discovered that Blake's car was rigged.
I go to bring you in.
So, the CIA, surprisingly cooperative.
Once Hetty made a call.
Uh, the other number Blake called this morning was to a CIA employee named Alex Harris.
Deeks found the name Alex at Fisher's trailer.
Harris currently has a position as a foreign policy analyst, but back in the '90s, he was the handler for Donald Blye's black-ops unit.
Why didn't Granger mention Harris earlier? Where's Alex Harris now? That's where CIA cooperation ended.
Once they suspected Harris was mixed up in something, they shut us down.
Harris might be taking out members of his own team.
They might have had something on him.
And Kensi snooping around set him in motion.
Thank you, Detective Deeks.
I didn't do this for you, Granger.
Bad news, Agent Blye.
Forensics team figured out David Blake's car was sabotaged.
It's funny how two trained agents and an LAPD detective missed that.
Well, we're only human.
Orders from D.
C.
I have to take you into custody.
I'm not going anywhere.
You're going to a secure location where you will not have access to NCIS intel or personnel.
You're the assistant director.
You're telling me you can't hold off on this until we solve it? There's this thing called protocol.
You all seem to have forgotten what it is.
Think of it as protective custody.
Are we really gonna let this happen? I mean, think about what you're saying.
This doesn't make any sense.
Why would I kill Blake? I need a moment with Ms.
Blye.
Of course.
Excuse me, sir.
The director would like to know if you intend to bring charges.
Tell the director that is a distinct possibility, Agent Clookie.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
We seem to find ourselves in a bit of a pinch.
But I want you to know that you are not alone.
Hetty, I didn't do this.
I know, Kensi.
We'll do all we can.
Agent Blye? We have to go.
Go.
He's actually going through with this.
What is it, Eric? Uh, Fisher's burn phone went back online.
I tracked him to the old theater district downtown.
It's a good place to hide out.
Keep feeding us coordinates.
Looks like Kensi's been requesting files related to her father's death for years.
Well, according to this, all the files Kensi requested were routed through the same desk at the DOD.
Granger's.
If Granger's known for years that Kensi's been digging into the mystery of her father's death, they why wouldn't he tell us? I am not liking the sound of this.
According to his last transmission, you guys should be right on top of him.
Fisher's GPS went out, but he's somewhere inside the old Los Angeles theater.
Got it, Eric.
He's in the building.
You cover left, cover right, I'll go up.
Clear.
Clear.
G? It's Fisher.
Go.
That is not a good way to go out.
Hey.
You think Fisher's death will convince Granger of Kensi's innocence? I mean, Kensi's in custody, right? She couldn't possibly have remote-detonated that bomb.
Deeks, there's a half a dozen different ways that bomb could have detonated.
None of which would require Kensi to be there to trigger the device.
I know.
I just thought we could slide one over on Granger.
Don't worry, Deeks.
We're gonna get her out of this.
Maybe we can pull something off of this.
Fisher must have dropped it when you guys were brawling.
I know that look.
The job is done.
Fisher was the last living member of Donald Blye's unit.
If I was Alex Harris, I'd be on a flight right now.
Then, we're going to need a miracle to find him.
Hello.
Eric, I'm calling you from Fisher's phone.
See if he contacted Alex Harris from it.
We may be able to locate him if he did.
There are several repeating numbers.
One of them traces back to David Blake, and another one is untraceable.
Probably Harris.
Nothing's untraceable.
We just have to get creative.
Maybe we're overthinking this.
Why not just call Harris from Fisher's phone? If Harris killed Fisher, why would he answer Fisher's call? Curiosity.
If Harris didn't kill Fisher, he'd probably answer.
But that would mean Kensi Maybe we get lucky.
Right? Look, if Harris answers, we can lock in and track him.
Make the call, Eric.
What now? We keep looking.
Tuna or turkey? I'm not hungry.
Agent Carter, right? Yeah.
I need you to make an important call for me.
It's not going to happen.
I have to get some information to my team that could help them solve this case.
It's against protocol.
What if she's telling the truth? What if she isn't? Granger would kill us.
People are dying.
If there is a chance that we could save a life, then you have to make this call for me.
Please.
Sorry, Agent Blye.
It's against protocol.
So what now? We know Fisher was meeting Harris, but where? Well, Eric and Nell couldn't find much on Fisher.
Yeah, but Kensi did.
She was able to track Fisher to the trailer park.
Maybe she has more information.
Kind of hard to ask her.
Granger's got her holed up.
Well, maybe the info's on her computer.
I doubt she would keep that sort of thing at work.
Maybe it's her home computer.
Shotgun! Called it.
I called it-- shotgun! Seriously? Get in.
Just your basic stuff.
Bills, magazines, gossip sites.
Could be a protected file.
Ah.
Hidden directory.
Well, it's password-protected.
Try "king of the world," all caps, no spaces.
Titanic's her favorite movie.
What? I'm a detective.
I detect.
Yeah? You'll detect a black eye if you've been on my computer.
We're in.
Yeah.
Fisher-- there.
Okay.
It looks like Fisher was a paranoid survivalist.
Moved around a lot.
Stockpiled a lot of gear and different supplies.
Sounds familiar.
All right, she had surveillance on the trailer park.
The theater downtown.
Civil defense shelter in Highland Park.
Civil defense shelter? Hold on a second.
The note is: "Alexander, shelter, 5:30.
" Could be where Fisher was meeting Harris.
Worth checking out.
Let's do it.
Bomb shelter? Doesn't look like it would stop a sake bomb.
Must be fortified inside.
Kensi's no fool.
She was obviously casing this place for a reason.
Hey.
All right, what kind of paranoid nutcase has a bomb shelter? - I have one.
- What? Yeah.
Me and my family can stay there for months.
I didn't I didn't mean you.
I thought maybe I have one, too.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just because you squat there from time to time doesn't make it yours.
Hey, it's me and you against him.
That's how it works.
Sorry.
Habit.
I have one.
Hey, listen, uh, can you guys do me a favor? Maybe not scream out "federal agents" this time? 'Cause that's usually when they tend to start shooting.
Look at the dust.
Same here.
Federal agents! Prove it! Toss out your badge! Well, that has got to be the first time that's ever worked.
Carefully! I'm coming out! Let me see your hands! Let me see your hands! Alex Harris, CIA.
You need to get me into protective custody now.
Walk towards me.
Hands on the wall.
Are you really not going to call my team? Sorry, Agent Blye, I can't break protocol.
Then, I'm sorry, too.
Should have followed your instincts.
Jay Fisher was killed today.
We think it was you.
Gentlemen, I'm sure you're good at what you do, but no way in hell I go on record with three cameras, a parabolic mic, and probably a class-five fiber-optic scope pointed at me.
Someone's out there whacking members of your old team.
We could release you and let you talk to them if you'd prefer.
You could, but then Blye's daughter never finds out the truth.
I'll talk, just not on record.
Okay.
What is it that you want? Protection.
In exchange for? I'll tell you everything I know but only to Blye's daughter at a location of my choice.
What's in it for you? Redemption.
Why do you care so much about Kensi Blye? She deserves to know the truth about her father.
Well, pick up or delivery? Kensi, that is, not lunch.
I'm gonna go get her.
No, you won't.
You're gonna have to bring her in.
Harris isn't going to talk without her.
I will not let a suspect dictate the direction of this investigation.
For all we know, he could be trying to kill Agent Blye.
Oh, I thought you believed Kensi was trying to kill him.
We know about you giving Kensi access to her father's files.
We're not gonna hesitate to reveal your involvement in the matter to anyone in the chain of command.
That's right up to SECNAV.
I don't know what the game is that you're playing, but you're gonna lose.
Is that a veiled threat, Agent Hanna? I don't do veiled.
Fine, we'll bring her in.
Yeah, it's Granger.
Assistant Director, Agent Blye has escaped.
How? She she got the jump on us, sir.
Agent Blye has escaped.
What happened, and I want specifics.
Sorry.
They wouldn't let me call you guys, and I didn't No, no, no, no, no.
We don't have time for that.
There's a lot of damning evidence here.
I've seen careers more mature than yours ruined over less, but they weren't nearly as strong as you are.
Why you came to NCIS isn't important.
It's what you do moving forward from here.
You're not who your past says you are.
You're who you choose to be.
Callen, Sam, and Deeks have tracked down Alex Harris.
He was the handler for your father's black-ops team.
Well, then, I want to talk to him.
Good.
He wants to speak with you, but only you.
We don't want to test Harris.
He's too savvy.
That means no wires, no comms.
We'll be blind.
You don't have to do this, Kensi.
Oh, but I do.
If I don't, I may never find the truth.
You'll need this.
A girl has to take steps to protect herself.
Thank you.
Please be careful.
I will.
Do we have satellite access? I won't have picture for another 45 minutes, but I found something else.
Granger has an e-trail as long as Hetty's, and it all looks by-the-numbers until I cross-referenced Granger's file with the Donald Blye case.
Granger and Harris were in the same division at the CIA.
Soon as we prove Kensi's innocence, we're going after Granger.
Deal.
Just to clarify, if anything happens to Kensi, you're gonna be dealing with me for the rest of your soon-to-be-very-short life.
Your boss know about you two? You're either lying to yourself, or you're hiding from it.
Either way, son, makes the job harder.
I hope Kensi's got her head in the game.
She's been in worse jams.
Physically, yes, but not after learning that mostly everything she knew about her father was wrong.
Nothing is worse than not knowing.
Talking about Kensi or you? What if the answers you find aren't the ones you're looking for? You know the motto that's engraved at CIA headquarters in Langley? John 8:32.
"Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
" Amen.
What are you doing? Is there a problem? I'm just making sure we're not being watched or followed.
I don't like it.
We don't have ears or eyes.
No, couldn't take the chance.
Kensi can handle herself.
I know.
Doesn't mean I have to like it.
Do we have eyes, Mr.
Beale? We still need six to eight minutes.
Let me be clear.
I will not hesitate to kill you.
I expect nothing less.
It's in your blood.
Why'd you kill Blake and Fisher? I didn't.
Blake came to L.
A.
to meet with Fisher and me so we could try and figure out a way to stay alive.
From who? You, we thought at first.
I know what happened to your father.
He didn't die in a car accident, he was murdered.
His death was staged to look like an accident.
The man that's killing off the team is the same man that killed your father.
Okay, who is he? What's his name? After he takes me out, he's coming for you.
What is his name?! Kensi!