NCIS Los Angeles s05e17 Episode Script

What's the target? The locals call him Spin Pairay, the White Ghost.
You're gonna kill him.
You see him? Yeah, I see him.
Take the shot, Agent Blye.
Agent Blye, take the shot.
Ah! Oh, my God.
What the hell happened? I'm not even sure it was him.
I want a detailed report in my hands within the hour.
Fine.
Please.
Let me make this right.
Say it.
Into the camera! I'm ATF Agent Kevin Clark.
And like a-a cowardly snake hiding in the brush, I've been conducting an undercover operation.
I am what is wrong in this world of hypocrisy.
Our federal ranks have been infiltrated and my kind will be eliminated.
I will not be the last.
I am a rat.
And like all rats, I will be properly exterminated.
Do it! Wait.
Wait, wait.
No! Boom! In and out before 9:15 a.
m.
That is how you close a case.
And I understand that saving the day is just part of my job, but you can thank me later with bottomless pitchers at O'Malley's.
What was that? What was what was what? Out there.
Why'd you go? Why did I go? Two reasons: one, there was an F-150 filled with explosives barreling down at us, and two, you said, "Go, go, go.
" He didn't mean go.
I said "go" so that they'd show their hand.
Yeah, but that's not what you said.
It's what he didn't say.
Why didn't you just say, "I need more time.
" Because then the bad guys would know the plan.
But shouldn't I know the plan? Yeah, you should know the plan.
And you should know that sometimes the plan changes.
Okay here's the deal.
We won, okay? We should be feasting on the enemy's finest meats and cheeses.
What is the problem here? We need to know you're on the same page.
We need to know you can read our intent.
You mean your minds? Okay, listen, I do recognize that you guys have developed some sort of mutant telepathic, like, connection here, but I Did you hear that, Sam? Oh, yeah.
That was cute.
What was cute? He misses her.
Oh, my God.
Right, you're gathering that from what I just said? Yeah.
Well, your intent was pretty clear to me.
Like, it's not what you're saying, it's It's what you're not saying.
Exactly.
You know what? I've always wondered what it'd be like to have two older brothers that I hated.
Now I know.
That sounds like a cry for help from a lonely childhood.
Oh, you want to play this game, too, Beale? Well, if it's about the case on deck in ops, yes.
Your childhood's gonna have to wait.
Chop-chop.
Okay, isn't there some sort of agent union mandate that prohibits, like, multiple cases without, like, a massage in between? Yeah, but it doesn't matter.
You're not an agent.
I just keep opening doors, you just keep walking through 'em.
It sounds like someone doesn't like his job.
I think Hetty should be informed.
No, no.
No informing Hetty of anything.
No, no.
That's not what my intent said.
What I-I meant was Look, if you're not cut out for the job, I mean, I understand.
Son of a! This went viral two hours after it was posted this morning.
They pulled it, but not before it got 12,000 hits.
Warning: it's pretty graphic.
I'm a rat and like all rats I will be promptly exterminated.
Do it! Wait.
Wait, wait.
No! No! ATF has confirmed the identity of the victim as Agent Kevin Clark.
All right, why us? Why not ATF? Hetty asked the same question.
Agent Clark was part of a joint task force investigating the Navy's concern about sailors on shore leave engaging in criminal activity.
Ships come into port, guys want to see L.
A.
for a little R&R.
Next thing you know, a sailor's in over his head with gambling debt.
When he can't pay, his family's threatened, forcing him to smuggle guns or fork over launch codes for the latest nuclear subs.
Easy target for anyone willing to take advantage.
Hmm.
Keep me abreast of your findings.
Will do, Hetty.
So, who kills a Fed and puts it on YouTube? Someone who wants to send a message-- "Back off or else.
" You got to have some serious muscle to send a message like that.
Somebody who thinks they have the power to take us on.
We have any idea where this happened? No, some sort of garage.
And, uh, no report of a body yet.
The support beams in this garage are from the 1920s.
They're not retrofitted for seismic activity.
We were able to identify the buildings of that area yet to be retrofitted-- they're all in a three-block radius of downtown's Little Tokyo.
What was Agent Clark investigating? Uh, still waiting to hear from the ATF.
Little Tokyo's run by the Black Dragons, Gaki Boyz and Yakuza.
Check out ATF, see what you can find.
Talk to anybody who knows Agent Clark.
On it.
We need those addresses, Eric.
Got it.
Agent Stone is finishing a call.
He'll be right with you, Detective.
Thank you so much.
Really taking advantage of that Casual Tuesday, huh? I'm working a biker gang moving a ton of meth out in Palmdale.
Mm.
Unfortunately, most of them will get away.
Why is that? Not enough budget for the manpower.
We can only go after the top guys.
They do make it difficult, don't they? Only if you ask permission.
Yeah, better to beg for forgiveness, right? Mm.
Are you here about Clark? I am.
You, uh you have any idea what he was working on? Clark didn't like to share.
Hated to divvy up the glory.
Hopefully, that's not what got him killed.
Not that it matters.
Either way, he's dead.
No one deserves to go out like that.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Detective.
Not a problem.
Agent Bower was just filling me in.
You're taking over Clark's caseload.
Because I don't already have enough of a backlog.
Interesting creature.
So, you got a little tension in the ranks, huh? Some short fuses from too much work and not enough bodies, that's all.
Right.
Agent Clark have any leads in his investigation? We busted some sailors moving guns over the border.
Clark said the joint task force had a lead, said he'd brief me when they could.
Never happened.
Who else knew that? Only me.
Is that pretty standard? I'm covering 50 operations.
Sometimes they intersect.
In an emergency, it gives our guys plausible deniability.
Right.
So they can't, uh, tell what they don't know.
I get to go do damage control.
I'll be happy to answer any of your questions later.
Call me if you think of anything.
Thank you so much for your time.
Oh, Detective.
Yeah? Here's something.
Clark was working without a partner when he should've been.
Budget cuts.
Report that to the suits upstairs.
I will.
Thank you, sir.
Any sign of that convoy? No, sir.
Got a drone in the air? We're flying a search radius from the disabled vehicle they abandoned.
Still nothing.
Where's Blye? Haven't seen her yet.
Hey, Blye, we need to talk.
Blye? All right, she's not here.
You didn't see her go out? No, sir.
Anybody seen Blye this morning? No.
Mm-mm, no.
Mm-mm.
Find out if any vehicles have been checked out, or if anybody saw her leave the base.
Number five.
I'm starting to think whoever killed Agent Clark took the body with them.
I'm getting way more familiar with the underbelly of Little Tokyo than I'd like to.
Yeah.
Upside is, we're near some of the best udon in L.
A.
You know where the best udon in L.
A.
is, don't you? I know where you think the best udon is-- 30 miles from the nearest FDA office, in an industrial park next to a strip club.
It does have character.
Yeah, it probably has botulism, too.
Sam Hanna doesn't support the little guy.
I support the little guy.
I'm just not gonna pay him to poison me.
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
Fifth time's a charm? If you're looking for bullet hits.
It's definitely blood.
Where's the body? Got drag marks.
G? His tongue was cut out.
What do you think blew his cover? Could have slipped up.
Yeah, or he was served up.
What do you got? Possible lead? Blank on the other side.
Except for the matrix barcode.
It's asking for a password.
Sounds like a job for Eric and Nell.
Stop! Federal agents! Split up! Like I said, federal agents.
Jason Anakawa.
Vandalism, petty theft, public indecency? Really? What were you doing down at the garage? Practicing my Parkour? Yeah? You need to start practicing your lying, too.
I guess we can add murder to the list, huh? I didn't murder Agent Clark.
Who's Agent Clark? I didn't mention Agent Clark.
Did you? I didn't say a word about an Agent Clark.
I got to admit, now I'm curious.
I'm a member of the 3rd Street Gaki Boyz.
I was Agent Clark's in.
You're a snitch? Informant.
Excuse me.
Informant.
Couldn't say anything at the garage.
They have eyes everywhere.
So, what are you doing down there? Heard what happened.
I was looking for him.
How'd you know where to find him? A suspected gang informant got merc'd two weeks ago at that same spot.
Who killed Agent Clark? I don't know for sure, but that's the Gaki Boyz style.
Why would the Gaki Boyz want Agent Clark dead? They don't.
If it was us, we were just carrying out orders.
Carrying out orders from who? The Yakuza.
They run everything from 3rd Street to Broadway.
You seem to know the area pretty well.
Grew up there.
My dad owned a bar and worked his ass off for 30 years, but barely saw a profit.
Paying protection to gangs like the Yakuza.
It literally killed him.
So, how did you end up with the Gaki Boyz? After my father died, I lost it for a while.
Got in with the wrong crowd.
Made mistakes.
You know? So, why the sudden change of heart? Some of the Boyz were shaking down a store owner, and it all came rushing back.
What those guys did to my father.
At that moment, I promised myself I'd do something about it.
How'd you meet Agent Clark? He had a chance to bust me, and let me go.
Said he saw something in me.
Reached out one day and asked me to work for him.
Said I could redeem myself.
You have any idea how his cover got blown? I'll tell you what I know, but you got to get me back to the streets ASAP.
The longer I'm in here, the worse it's gonna be.
If somebody saw you, then, you're probably safer in here with us.
Yeah, I'd rather take my chances out there.
Clark was good to me.
If I can help you take down who did this, I will.
Hey, any news? Yeah, I checked it out.
Seems Agent Clark and Agent Bower had a beef.
Clark notified the media of a bust which tipped off the bad guys.
No arrests were made.
So, maybe Bower had an axe to grind.
Anything else? Nothing yet.
But, look, whoever killed Agent Clark knew that building was a security camera blind spot.
Anything from ATF? I think Clark may have fallen through the cracks.
They have a lot going on over there.
You know, actually, Stone mentioned that Clark was working without a partner.
Maybe he tried to alert somebody when things started to go bad.
Mm.
Well, if ATF is backlogged, then, yeah, they could have missed it.
All right, so, I'll search for any transmissions or phone messages that were sent by Clark before he was killed.
Great.
Okay.
Is there anything else? Um yeah.
Did? Sorry.
Um, have you? Have you had any contact with Kensi? Uh no, actually.
I haven't heard from her for a day or two.
Why? What's up? Nothing.
I just, I can't reach her.
Well I imagine she's safe.
I mean, she's a big girl.
Anything? Yeah, we thought the ATF may have missed something.
And they did.
Agent Clark had to know the meeting place, because he set up a surveillance camera that automatically uploaded the photos to a drop box.
The photos were never opened.
Who's the guy talking to Agent Clark? I'm pulling it up now.
I got a facial match.
Me Tommy Walker.
Career criminal in the making.
Can you find him? I can try.
How'd you guys make out? Agent Clark was looking into the Yakuza.
Turns out, they own the building where we found his body.
He also had an informant embedded with the Gaki Boyz.
Gaki Boyz.
That's hardcore.
Okay, Walker just used his debit card at a bar in West Hills Well, let's hope he drinks slow.
- I'm on it.
- Wait.
You guys have to see this.
This happened The guy in the black shirt running the show-- that's Takashi Shiro, fastest rise to boss within the Yakuza family.
Who's this guy they grabbed? Agent Stone.
ATF.
What do we know about Shiro? Bad Guy Hall of Fame candidate.
Wanted globally for racketeering, arms smuggling and murder.
The big guy next to him-- that's his bloodthirsty bodyguard, Cho Yamamoto.
And no I.
D.
on the third guy.
Okay.
Thanks.
LAPD's on the scene.
They're going to call us if they find anything.
All right.
I want access to every available camera in the area.
Think.
Why Stone? Why now? Well, Stone told Deeks he was the only one privy to Agent Clark's investigation.
They could have forced Agent Clark to give up Stone before they killed him.
Stone was working on dozens of different undercover ops.
And if they torture Stone to give up those other operatives We could be looking at gangland executions of dozens of agents.
We're going to have to shut down every operation we're running with the ATF.
Years of undercover work wasted.
I'm open to suggestions.
Very well.
We have no choice.
We can't risk the chance that they've been made.
Hetty, give us a little more time.
Time is the one thing we don't have very much of.
At least give us till end of day before you pull the trigger.
All right, but if any other operation is compromised I know.
You pull 'em out.
If it's not already too late.
Don't waste our time, we won't waste yours.
We know you set up Agent Clark.
Whatevs, man.
I have no clue what you're talking about.
You know him.
You got a federal agent murdered.
I'm talking no parole.
Mm.
Once he's locked up, maybe he can start his own reality show.
Real Housewives of Cell Block 2.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I didn't know dude was a Fed.
Straight up, you know? No.
You're dumber than you look.
What do you do for the Yakuza? Look look, man.
I'm just a street-level independent contractor, all right? The "company" provides a service that targets sailors looking for thrills.
When they hit the shores looking for a good time, boom! The company gives it to 'em.
Big-time.
Anything you can think of.
Gambling, girls Drugs? What are you into anyway, big man? Hmm? Goth Lolitas? We got them, too.
What is this? Just the key to the best time of your life.
The cards get passed out when the ships come in.
If they're interested, they zap that with their phone and it's on and poppin'.
Where do we get the password? Yours truly.
You enter the password, choose what you want from a dropdown list and, blam, you get hooked up.
Easy peasy.
This is the 21st century, baby.
Whatever, man.
Look, all I know is that it works.
We got a pickup service and everything.
Guys can't navigate Obamacare but they can get a hooker in two minutes.
Know what I'm sayin', big man? Put your hands down.
Okay.
I'm starting to see why they take guys to the garage.
How'd they make Agent Clark? I don't know, man, but this time it was different.
How so? Usually the guys hit me up for the password and I send 'em on their way.
I was told to pick up that dude personally.
By who? Seriously? This is the Ya-ku-za.
Cool suits, missing fingers, appetite for murder? You don't ask guys like that questions.
I just answer the phone and do whatever the dude on the other end tells me to.
Excuse me, G.
Password.
Now.
Check out them Goth Lolitas, bro.
Shut up and write the password down, man.
Hey, man, dang.
Come on.
Look, just know that if you go into one of their buildings, you're in.
I'm talking lockdown.
This better work.
It will.
You believe him? Eh, it's the best lead we got.
Besides, he's not smart enough to lie.
All right, Sam, what are you thinking? Underage girls, overpriced drugs or crooked dice? Let's roll the dice.
Damn, he wasn't kidding.
This is high-tech.
We're set for a pickup in Hollywood in one hour.
How we looking, fellas? Well, it's quiet on this end.
I still think I make a better sailor than you.
I am a sailor.
Exactly.
Too close to it.
Nobody's buying you as Navy.
Unless it's Old Navy.
If you guys are done talking about your feelings, you should probably pay attention to the town car approaching from the west.
Why don't you get yourself in character, huh? It's not a character.
Thank you.
Whew.
Feeling lucky today, you know? Guys, get us everything you can on that building.
We're pulling in to a garage across the street.
Activating Geospatial Information Fusion Technology.
Uh, wouldn't it be easier to just say "GIFT"? Yeah, but it's not nearly as Star Trek-ish.
You're right.
Okay, so the building has seven floors.
Uh, most all access points were sealed years ago except, of course, for the side entrance where they took Sam.
And it looks like the Monroe Group owns that building and all the surrounding buildings as well.
Okay, guys, just so you know, it looks like there's been nearly a dozen investigations trying to implicate the Monroe Group as a front for a Yakuza crime family.
Thanks, Nell.
Okay, I'm going crazy sitting in here.
I think I'm gonna do a lap, see what I can see.
Don't talk to strangers.
Thanks, Dad.
Damn it.
I got company.
Clear in the back.
Heading to the front.
No, no, no.
Um, guys, we got a little bit of a situation here.
Yeah, Clark's informant, Anakawa? They killed him.
So much for redemption.
How do you think they get on to him? Maybe Stone's talking.
Yeah, but Stone hadn't heard from Agent Clark, so there's no way he could've known that Clark was using Jason as an informant.
Then either Clark gave up Jason before he was killed or the Yakuza saw Jason talking to us at the garage.
Which could mean Sam could be walking into a trap.
Seven out! All right.
Here.
Take care of me, baby.
Hook me up.
My pleasure.
Or yours.
Handsome new shooter coming out.
Mm.
Let me see, let me see, let me see.
Let me see.
Thank you, Betty.
Gonna make some money? You look like you need some money.
Winner! Oh! Oh! Huh? I'm just getting started.
Sam, we just found Jason Anakawa's body behind the building.
We may have been made at the garage.
Let's get you out of there.
Ooh kay.
Winner! Oh! Oh! Sam, do you copy? Nobody's home.
Eric, I need eyes and ears.
I'm working on it.
Looks like the building is using a scrambler.
I'm trying to boost the signal but this is gonna take time.
We can't just leave him in there.
Comms go down, no matter what, you get three cycles to check in before we go in guns blazing.
To hell with cycles.
These guys have no problem killing people.
We have to give Sam a chance to do his job.
Okay, okay.
We also need to find a way to get in there if he needs us.
Keep an eye on the front.
Got it.
Eric, I need roof access at my location.
All kind of action in here.
You have no idea.
Really? Ready? You ready? Yeah? Lucky seven! See? That's what I'm talking about.
I do this all day.
I do this all day long! A man with staying power.
You have no idea, all right? You know what? For the table.
Here, all right.
That's for you.
Aw.
Uh, bathroom? All right, pass my roll.
I'll be back, okay? Don't be long.
We don't want the dice to cool off.
That's impossible.
I'm on fire, baby.
Don't you agree? Yeah.
Gentlemen.
Callen, the door on your right, it leads to the roof.
Deeks, back to me.
All right, copy that.
Right behind you.
Yo, how much to get back here? VIPs only.
Come on, man.
You got the Goth Lolitas back there? How much? Come on, man.
Federal agents.
Put your hands where I can see 'em and you turn around slowly.
I'm ATF.
And get down, so they don't see you.
Bower, what the hell are you doing here, man? After Stone got grabbed, I took a look through Clark's files.
His notes led me to this building.
Clark may have been an ass, but I'm not gonna stand by while it's open season on our agents.
We still got a man inside.
Well, I hope you can get him out.
Something's got them buzzing.
Right there.
Third guy just bolted back inside.
Two guards left out front.
This might be our best chance.
Hey.
Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, please tell me that you're a cop.
Is that what I think it is? Yeah.
It's an execution station.
I can't reestablish communication.
Sam's missed his third check-in cycle.
I'll notify Hetty.
Consider me notified.
Contact the ATF task force.
Inform them they've been compromised.
I want every undercover agent extracted immediately.
Which operation? All of them.
Okay.
Time's up.
No word from Sam.
There's got to be another way in to this place and I think I just found it.
I'm gonna need a diversion.
That's what I'm talking about.
Is there a plan or we freestyling? Oh, there's always a plan.
My name is John Stone.
I'm an ATF agent.
Please tell me that someone knows you're here.
I'm just a Navy guy with a dice addiction.
Then why'd they throw you in here? I was up pretty big.
Maybe they thought I was cheating.
I-I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
I already I already gave up two names.
They killed them both.
They cut one of my guy's tongues out.
Look I understand the importance of maintaining an undercover, but if you are a LEO, we we have got to get out of here.
We've got to get out of here.
You're right about one thing.
It's time to get out of here.
Get up.
Um, Callen, if if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, I highly advise against it.
That is a live power line that hasn't been serviced in years.
Besides, the line is not designed to hold your body weight.
Not to mention, if you touch an exposed section, you're toast.
Can you shut it down? I mean Not without shutting down the power in the whole building.
It'll alert them all inside.
Keep working on trying to contact Sam.
Deeks, now would be a good time.
You got to call an ambulance, man.
You have to get out of here, now.
I think I have some internal bleeding.
Not my problem.
Now, move.
I know I'm, like, bleeding out.
I think I punctured a lung.
Get out of here, right now.
I can't.
Everything's going black.
I think I'll pass out Let's move him to the alley.
We got to move that car, too.
Aah! Oh! Got three agents inside, we can't wait for backup.
Let's do it.
On me.
Aah, oh! Oh! No way out.
Here.
You're hurt pretty bad.
You take it.
Help me get this tape off.
What are you doing? Only a cop moves like that.
Or an agent.
How much do they know? Nice plan.
You bust yourself up, play victim.
Then, if I'm a cop, I save you.
Oh! Aah! Sounds like the cavalry.
Turn around.
There's Shiro.
I see him.
Federal agents.
Don't even think about it.
On your knees, right now.
Put your hands up.
Hands.
Drop it, Stone.
If you want him to live, I suggest you drop it.
Last chance.
Gun down, now.
Don't.
He can't shoot a federal agent.
I can.
And will.
Okay.
Hands up.
Walk to me.
Walk to me.
In the room.
Go.
Go, go, go.
Move.
Why? I'm tired of fighting the fight.
Never enough money, never enough men, it's never enough.
Do you have any idea how much money they're paying me? A lifetime's salary for a little bit of information.
What about your brothers in the field, huh? We knew what we signed up for, right? I think we got enough.
Yeah, it was pretty cut d dry.
Bullets help.
Oh! Okay.
That's pretty slick.
When did you know? Stone was the only possible link between Clark and his informant.
Aah! You? Yeah, I had my suspicions.
Agent Clark's tongue.
No way he could've known about that without being there.
Who else did you give up? Aah! Nobody.
I don't believe him, Sam.
How many other agents did you give up? Just the two, it was just the two.
The Yakuza were supposed to send payment and I promised them other names after the payment.
Aah.
If another agent turns up dead, we're gonna make a video of our own.
Do you speak English? My name is Kensi Blye.
Wait a minute, wait.
I need to speak to the one they call the White Ghost.
Ugh.
Oh, man, I would have paid anything to see the look on Stone's face when you dropped those bullets.
- Classic.
- Bravo, gentlemen.
Our undercover operations are secure.
Thanks to you all.
Just doing what we do.
If Eric shows up with another case, just do me a favor and shoot him.
Yeah? 'Cause I'm exhausted.
I did more work today than the Beverly Hills PD do in a week.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Deeks, I didn't realize that you were feeling overloaded.
No, no I didn't mean It would appear that you don't appreciate your employment status.
Uh No, no.
That's not what I I meant, I just meant that Little Can I have some help here, guys? Hetty, I-I just wanted to say: we love our jobs.
Headed home to finish some paperwork right now.
Mm-hmm.
We got You guys got my six, right? Hey, what happened to "brothers in arms"? Guys? You do realize my six is behind my back and not down the tunnel, right? You were saying? Uh I was Yeah, no, I was just saying how much I care and appreciate my, uh, employment status.
That's what I thought.
Now, get your damn feet off the desk.