NCIS Los Angeles s06e08 Episode Script

- Wakey, wakey.
- Rise and shine.
- Who wants to fight, huh? - Come on, get up.
You're all pathetic.
Who wants to fight? - Come on.
- How about you? - Leave us alone.
- Get up.
Get up here.
Pathetic.
Pathetic, pathetic.
Hey, hey, hey, where's the fire, old timer? Hey, hey, hey.
Come on, man, stick around.
We'll have ourselves a good old-fashioned bum fight.
I'm talking to you.
Now, come on.
Fight me.
Huh? I said You're gonna get it.
Okay.
Okay.
Yeah.
Oh, that's good, baby.
That's really good.
You remember the difference between obtuse and acute angles? - Uh, not really.
- We went over this last night.
Now, when something's small, it's cute.
- An angle smaller than 90 degrees - Is acute.
There you go.
You're gonna ace this math quiz.
- All right.
Daddy's gotta go.
- I love you, Daddy.
- Huh? - I love you.
- I love you too.
Bye-bye.
- Bye, Daddy.
Bye.
Wow, that's, uh, father-of-the-year material right there.
If you're not careful, she's gonna end up a math-lete like her old man.
Junior math-lympion.
How many times do I have to tell you? - Until it stops being funny.
- Which is never.
Laugh all you want, but that's not what makes me father of the year.
This is.
You've put a GPS tracker on your daughter.
- We gave her a cell phone.
- Ah.
- Isn't she kind of young? - The world's kind of dangerous.
A cell phone lets me know where she is at all times.
And she can contact me in case of emergency.
You know, it's about peace of mind, simple as that.
All right.
You know, as long as you're not smothering her.
I don't smother.
Hey, baby, you okay? Is something wrong? Can we have spaghetti for dinner? - You want spaghetti for dinner.
- I want spaghetti for dinner.
- Yeah, with meatballs.
- With meatballs.
- I'm coming over.
I'm bringing Monty.
- Okay, Daddy can do that.
Daddy will get you some spaghetti and meatballs.
Daddy can do anything.
Daddy's a superhero.
- Thanks, I love you.
- Love you too.
Bye-bye.
Well, peace of mind.
Spaghetti crisis averted.
She's just started.
She just got it.
She's new to it.
A couple of days, she'll Sure she's not smothering you, Super Daddy? - Baby, I have - Daddy, listen.
Knock, knock.
- Okay, who's there? - Donut.
- Donut who? - Donut ask, it's a secret.
You have to go to class and Daddy has to go back to work.
I love you too.
All right, sweetheart.
All right, bye-bye.
Donut who? What's the punch line? Granger danger.
All hands on deck.
Come on, what's the punch line? What's punch line? Don't do this.
Don't leave me hanging here.
- What's the punch line? - Donut ask, it's a secret.
Oh.
Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, that is That's actually pretty funny.
That's a cute joke.
Early this morning, L.
A.
P.
D.
Was alerted to the body of a homeless John Doe in a North Hollywood alley.
With no ID, no police record, and no fingerprints on file.
Well, that rules out a Marine or Navy vet.
Not exactly.
The man's fingerprints are on file.
Just not in any law-enforcement database.
When L.
A.
P.
D.
Scanned John Doe's fingerprints, it triggered a classified DOD alert.
His name's Harrison Goodsell.
Marine, member of the CIA Special Activities Division.
Over the last two decades, he's worked dozens of ops.
Afghanistan, Russia.
Even Iran and North Korea.
People called him the Grey Man.
Wait, what's the Grey Man? It's a term used in special ops.
Grey Man is someone who has the skills to blend into any environment, remain unnoticed, unknowable.
Best way to avoid confrontation in a hostile territory.
But not 100 percent effective.
M.
E.
Reports that Goodsell was tortured before his killers finished him off.
Cut his throat.
You're worried someone got to the secrets in Goodsell's head.
Years later, that kind of intel could put American lives at risk.
We should talk to his friends at Special Activities.
I'll handle the CIA.
Your team should focus on the murder investigation.
Sam and I will check the crime scene.
Kensi, Deeks, get his photo around to the shelters.
See if anybody knew him.
Report all findings to me.
- On it.
- Sir.
Do we know why Goodsell ended up living on the street? CIA reports he had a breakdown last year.
Diagnosed PTSD, multiple traumatic brain injuries.
You know how the story goes.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Let's get moving.
All right, thanks, Eric.
Keep looking.
- Down here.
- Thanks.
Goodsell has no family.
Parents are deceased.
- No kids.
Never married.
- Typical Grey Man.
They don't punch out at the end of the day.
It's not conducive to starting a family.
- You did.
- I'm not a Grey Man.
- You, on the other hand - Have a girlfriend, have a home.
- I'm doing just fine, thank you.
- Yeah, you're welcome.
Five years ago, different story.
I put a lot of work into you.
Oh, so what, am I like Charlene, your car you used to restore in your spare time? It's about having a support system, a safety net.
Grey Man works without them.
When he falls, he hits hard.
And ends up here.
- May I? - Sure.
A lot of stuff.
Not sure if any of it's gonna be helpful.
Yeah.
No cameras on either end of the alley or the adjoining streets.
Perfect place for a body dump.
I got a fingerprint and a Downtown area code for Civic Sushi.
I'll send the print to Eric.
See if it matches our Grey Man.
Civic Sushi has four and a half stars on Yelp.
All you can eat until noon.
- You just had breakfast.
- That wasn't breakfast.
Second breakfast? Eleven-sies? What, bath meal? When you've gone days without eating like I have, you appreciate food.
It's kind of hard to appreciate something when you devour it.
Literally, I blinked and the burrito was gone.
Welcome to Civic Sushi.
Please, have a seat anywhere.
We're not eating.
We're here to ask questions to the manager.
- I'm the manager.
Hideo.
- Great.
In that case, do you recognize this man? - He is a customer.
A regular.
- He ate here? - That's very charitable of you.
- No charity.
He paid.
- Tipped well too.
- The homeless man tipped you? Homeless? No.
He wore a nice suit.
Tie.
Talked on his phone.
He was a businessman.
- Look at the picture one more.
- Ah.
Come, I'll show you.
He's in this photo I took of DJ Salmon Run.
KZPZ.
Best hip-hop in town.
- That's him.
That's Goodsell.
- What was this guy up to? Using the Downtown sushi place as a starting point, we scanned traffic cams within a five-block radius.
In the 72 hours up to his death, we spotted Goodsell four times.
All within the vicinity of Grand Park.
Here he is yesterday crossing the street toward Civic Sushi.
Late lunch.
And here he is one day earlier appearing in two areas of Grand Park.
- Back to being homeless.
- And finally, only 6 hours before that, one block from the park.
Again in a business suit.
Not to be insensitive, but Granger did say Goodsell suffered brain injuries.
I know guys with TBI who can't tie their shoelaces.
Goodsell looks quick, purposeful.
He's working an op.
Question is, for whom? This area is full of government agencies.
You got the DEA, the USCIS.
There's even a federal courthouse.
Could be working for a foreign agency.
The sushi manager doesn't know anything about him? No.
The shelters we talked to don't recognize him either.
But maybe their clients will.
Homeless people don't like to talk to law enforcement.
But they talk to each other.
As do the suits grabbing coffee at the park.
Maybe that's our plan.
You doll up with your casual business wear.
I'll get Artie out of the freezer.
We'll make a day of it.
- I'm sorry, who's Artie? - He named his undercover jacket.
I did.
It's a funny story actually, because Actually, it's not.
It's really gross.
Let's go.
Get out.
When I wore that thing, it gave me a rash.
That's part of its authenticity.
Where's your dedication to the art? - You thinking what I'm thinking? - Trying not to think about your rash.
Goodsell didn't have a breakdown.
Either Granger got bad information Or he lied to us.
- Where's Granger? - He went out.
Didn't say where.
Mr.
Hanna, your daughter called me twice this morning.
Told her not to use your number unless it was an emergency.
Oh, but it was.
She said, um, "Forget the spaghetti.
She'd rather have lasagna for dinner.
" Ouch.
Twice the prep, not to mention the cook time.
The quicker we solve this case, the better.
Oh, yes, the illusive Grey Man.
Unfortunately, Owen has, um, revoked my access on this case.
- Why would he do that? - I think you'll have to ask him.
I overheard him say something about going out to have Froyo with his good friend, Claude Rains.
Claude Rains, isn't that the actor from Casablanca? Yes, and Notorious.
And Invisible Man, and Mr.
Smith Goes to Washington.
Quite a career Mr.
Rains had.
Hetty.
Pretty sure he's dead.
True.
But that doesn't necessarily mean you can't have Froyo with him.
Just keep moving, Barnes.
Pretend we're still old friends.
- We were never friends, Granger.
- You're right.
My mistake.
So this is about our Grey Man, isn't it? I wanna hear the truth, Barnes, straight from your lying mouth.
The truth? Since when is the CIA in the truth-telling business? Fine.
Then we'll pick up where we left off in Afghanistan.
No weapons, no tricks.
Just you and me.
Ouch.
Believe it or not, you landed on Robert Ripley.
Get up.
- All right, hand him over.
- How about we make a trade? - That's not how this works.
- Today it is.
Him for some answers.
I guess we're both in the truth-telling business now.
Shut up.
Put your hands behind your back.
Hey.
Hi, sir, with the bubble wrap? Sir, I see you're very busy.
I was just wondering if you'd seen my buddy.
That's him on the left.
We served together in Afghanistan.
And he said he was gonna be living down here.
No? Okay.
You I'm striking out here.
Nobody remembers Goodsell.
Or they're too disturbed or too high to remember anything.
He left his wallet on the table.
I tried the address.
He doesn't live there anymore.
Do you know him? No? Thank you.
- Have any luck down there, Kens? - That would be a negative.
I'm on my third coffee.
Not sure how much my bladder can take.
I could kill for a coffee now.
You want to switch me? And put on that jacket? No, thank you.
I wouldn't let Artie touch me.
I'll have you know, you're not really Artie's type anyway.
- I used to be.
- What? What do you mean? You know, I lived on the street down here after my dad died? Um, no.
No, I didn't No, I didn't know that.
You're lying to me.
I know Hetty told you.
Hetty? No.
Hetty didn't tell me anything.
She specifically said that she didn't tell me anything.
You can fool everyone else, Deeks.
Can't fool me.
So you want to talk about it? Not really.
Like it wasn't even me anymore.
Just a Just a different person.
Well, I wish I would've known her.
No, you don't.
Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for somebody His name's Paul Barnes, CIA.
Handled Goodsell's covert ops.
You think he had him killed? Why? He led the manhunt for Jack Simon in Afghanistan.
The White Ghost mission.
Since then, I've been keeping tabs on Barnes.
When I learned he flew into town last night, I started looking for reasons.
Friend at the DOD tipped me off to Goodsell.
Like Simon, Goodsell's a special operative gone off the grid.
- But he didn't have a breakdown.
- No.
That was the cover story.
Goodsell went AWOL last November.
The CIA lost him.
That's why you kept Hetty on the sidelines.
Because of the way she handled Afghanistan.
I was trying to protect her from another inter-agency quagmire.
But as usual, she couldn't resist stirring the pot.
- You're too close to this.
- Meaning what, Agent Hanna? Meaning we'll handle the interrogation.
All right.
Five minutes.
There are a handful of Grey Men.
None of them were like Goodsell.
I worked with the guy for over a decade.
Couldn't tell you the first thing about him.
No personal connection.
- Makes it easier to have him killed.
- Heh.
Nicely done.
I like how you turned that around on me.
The only problem is I didn't do it.
Although I will admit that the world is a safer place with him dead.
If you're not here for the hit, why are you here? Hm? - Is this a vacation? - Ha! Hardly.
I hate Los Angeles.
I hate the people.
I hate the sun.
I got sunburned so badly in Afghanistan, I had to be hospitalized.
This is a waste of time.
Let's bring Granger in.
Okay, relax, relax, relax.
Relax.
Let's everybody take a deep breath.
The reason I am here is because yesterday Goodsell contacted me through one of his old handles.
You don't believe me, check my phone.
- You try and wipe this - I know, you'll let Granger kill me.
Believe me.
I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"Need to meet tomorrow, Los Angeles.
You help me, I'm back in.
" Goodsell may have been valuable dead.
But he was more valuable alive.
I came here to bring him in.
He also sent you photos.
Who are they? The women, I don't know.
Although I wish I did.
The men, they're from the Peña cartel.
- Did Goodsell operate inside Mexico? - Mm-mm.
- Interact with the cartels? - Mm, never.
Never.
But I don't think our Grey Man died for old secrets.
I think they killed him for something new.
Wow, you're, like, assaulting that burger.
- You have no idea.
It's so good.
- Yeah, wow.
Go easy.
Mm.
- It looks pretty delicious.
- Why? You hungry? Yeah, I'm starving.
French.
Oh, you're offering? You want me to? Thank you.
- French fry.
- It's still warm.
Getting free French fries over here.
Hey, so I'm looking for my, uh My buddy.
We were in the war together.
This is him.
You haven't seen this guy? My buddy.
You're not listening.
- Good day, miss.
- Oh, that's why you're not.
- Good day.
- You want me to stand? - What do we do now? Hats off.
- Fine weather we're having.
- My, don't you look lovely.
- You look lovely.
- We think you look lovely.
- We do.
Wow, dinner and a show.
Well done, old-timer.
You got the world figured out here, don't you? Another French fry.
Don't mind if I do.
Deeks, check out the woman in the red skirt.
- It's hard not to.
- Calm down.
Got pictures from Ops of two women who might be linked to the cartel.
She's one of them.
Wow, yeah.
She's a hot tamale.
You've got to be kidding.
See those guys she's joining? I was checking them out earlier.
They've got badges, concealed weapons.
They're DEA.
Looks like Goodsell wasn't the only spy working the area.
Wanna know why the Grey Man died? I say we start with her.
We put Goodsell's photos through facial rec.
We ID'd the first woman as Bonnie Flores.
She has prior run-ins with L.
A.
P.
D.
For prostitution.
She's at the food court.
Kensi and Deeks are keeping an eye on her.
- What about the second woman? - Not a clear shot.
Nothing.
- Any connection to the Peña cartel? - No.
Since Mexico arrested Domingo Peña seven months ago, the cartel's been relatively quiet.
Peña's nickname is El Ojo, or The Eye.
One, because, well, he wears an eye patch.
Which he didn't even need.
Just thought it made him look tough.
And two, because he has eyes everywhere in the Mexican government, aiding in his drug empire.
The DEA and U.
S.
Attorney's Office have been working to extradite Peña from Mexico ever since his arrest.
Kensi said the woman was talking to DEA agents and lawyers.
Cartel could be trying to sabotage the extradition.
Classic honey trap.
Espionage through seduction.
If we warn the DEA, they may overreact.
Tip off the cartel.
Same thing will happen if we arrest this woman in broad daylight.
We need to bring her in without disturbing waters.
- Hetty.
- Gentlemen.
- I may have an idea.
- Oh, back in the game.
Owen and I have reached an understanding.
This is one cat you don't put in the bag.
- Meet me in wardrobe.
- Okay.
Eric, I'm sending you another photo now.
- All right, Kensilina.
I'm ready.
- Ready for what? My homeless act.
How am I doing? Hit me.
- A "B.
" - A "B.
" I'll take that.
- Minus.
- B-minus? Come on.
Come on? Artie's doing all the work.
You're just riding his coattails.
Wow.
You should be ashamed for that play on words.
There is something you don't see every day.
What? It's under Mexican jurisdiction.
It's as simple as that.
Nothing simple about it.
He'll never make it to trial in Mexico.
- You don't know that.
- You want to bet? Peña will be out on bail within one week.
Look, it'll mean something to the people there.
Not if the guy doesn't make it to trial.
Sorry.
My friend's a little stressed.
My apologies.
- I'm not stressed.
I'm fine.
- Stressed.
Sounds like you two could use a break.
Ugh.
You have no idea.
- Ooh.
Taking the bait.
- Wow, that skirt is working.
You should probably borrow that from her.
You'd look real nice.
- Finer than a new set of snow tires.
- Stop talking.
- All right.
- Bonnie.
I'm an admin assistant in the IRS office.
- How you doing? - Ouch.
I thought we had it tough.
What do you do? DEA.
Keep that between us.
So are you working on something secret? You know what that is? That's A-plus undercover work.
I'll give them that.
That was smooth.
Don't be jealous of those coats, Artie, just because they're new and don't smell like a dead buffalo.
You've got character.
- You're pretty.
I like you.
- You are talking to clothing.
You know, I stand corrected.
You do belong down here.
You know what, you're right.
I do need a break.
Or a drink.
You free? I might have some free time.
Who's buying? Uncle Sam, naturally.
I haven't done anything wrong.
I kept my clothes on and no money changed hands.
We're not concerned with your escort work, Bonnie.
- Your tradecraft interests us.
- My what? The past few months, you've targeted DEA agents, state Department officials, even a judge's clerk.
You want to tell us why? Men in high-stress jobs, little free time? They make the best clients.
I work where the need is greatest.
And there's a lot of need there.
In here too.
You two look like you haven't had any in a while.
You're confusing horny with hungry.
We skipped lunch today.
Tried to eat, couldn't keep anything down.
Not after looking at these.
This is what's left of the women that work with the Peña cartel.
Not much, is there? Look.
You can be tough, Bonnie.
But tough only gets you so far.
It was a normal job.
I got a call about a man.
A regular.
But when I got there, it wasn't him.
There were four of them.
And they made it very clear that I couldn't say no.
- What were your instructions? - They told me who to target.
Make conversation, steal documents.
Tablets, cell phones.
Anything to do with the Peña cartel.
Did they say what they were gonna use the information for? Bonnie.
- Do you know her? - Only by her first name.
- What is it? - Monica.
She used to work at the park, like me.
But later she just focused on one guy.
Kevin Turner.
He's the federal prosecutor leading the case against Domingo Peña.
If the cartel gets to him, we can kiss extradition goodbye.
Now, his office says he left the courthouse after lunch, claiming he had a family emergency.
Only problem is, Turner doesn't have any family.
No children, his mom died last year.
Dad was never in the picture.
His car is parked outside his home in Hollywood.
Hey, uh, Kevin, it's Hank from next door.
I got some of your bills accidentally.
Hey, Kev.
These bills look important.
Overdue bills.
Like, they're gonna shut off your water kind of bills.
Ooh, ouch.
Uh, you okay? Fine.
You have some of my mail? Yeah.
This got put into my mailbox by mistake.
- Thanks.
Um, it's just the two? - Just the two.
Callen and Sam, I got a guy in the dining room.
Got it.
I got the second, Sam.
On my mark.
So listen, Jeanie was thinking about having a potluck.
- Now.
- Federal agents.
Agh! - Clear.
- Go ahead.
Take a seat.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm good.
How did you know? If the cartel wants to stop Peña's extradition, they gotta stop you first.
- But it's already happening.
- What are you talking about? We finalized the extradition days ago.
Peña's on his way to L.
A.
As we speak.
- We've been looking at this wrong.
- They're gonna try to free Peña.
Before I became a prosecutor, I worked as a lawyer for the DEA.
I would go on raids, make sure they followed the law.
Saw a lot of action.
Never thought I'd get caught up in it.
- What did they want? - Peña's transport route.
DEA is taking him straight from the airport to the courthouse for arraignment.
Arraignments have to be conducted within 48 hours of arrest.
And we didn't want any delays.
It was kept hush-hush to prevent leaks.
- Too late for that.
- So, what did you tell them? Nothing.
I don't know the route.
I don't even know which airport.
- You know her? - Monica Lee.
- You know where she lives? - Eric, try Monica Lee.
No, we only went on a couple of dates.
It was just harmless fun.
Least I thought it was.
Eric's got an address for Monica Lee.
Kensi and Deeks are on their way.
Damn it, Turner.
Peña lands in 15 minutes, and you almost blow it because you can't keep it in your pants.
This is DEA Agent Mario Sanchez.
Thank you for all you've done.
- We gotta get moving.
- Whoa, where you going? I've got to see this through.
- I'm not gonna let them stop me.
- You're still in danger.
I assure you he'll be safe.
We changed the transport route and increased security around the courthouse.
Nothing's gonna happen on my watch.
That's funny.
This looks like you cozying up to a cartel prostitute.
She didn't get any intel from me.
If you don't mind, this is a DEA matter.
- What's your rush? - Forty-eight hours isn't up.
Take Turner to the courthouse.
Sanchez and I are gonna talk.
- Yeah, Kens? - We're at Monica Lee's place.
So are the police.
She's missing.
Neighbor called it in when she noticed the door was open.
- There are signs of a struggle.
- Okay.
I'll scan traffic cams.
Can we narrow down the time frame? Around 11 last night.
The good news is L.
A.
P.
D.
's gonna let us on the scene.
The bad news is Monica's got a 7-year-old daughter.
- She's missing too.
- Geez.
Nell.
Yeah, I heard, Kens.
I'm searching as fast as I can.
Check out this text my daughter just sent me.
"Hanna FTW.
" Hanna for the win.
And that is a protractor emoji.
- She aced her math test.
- Why doesn't she just say that? - Kids.
It's just a different language.
- Not different.
It's laziness.
Speak for yourself.
I'll take Tween over Tagalog any day.
- Eric, you find Monica? - Still missing, but I might have something on Turner.
It could be nothing.
But I kept digging into his background, and I realized he's got a lot in common with Goodsell's Grey Man pattern.
Both guys ate at the same sushi place.
So I did a little more digging.
Turner's mother was living in Oceanside 33 years ago.
The same time Goodsell was stationed nearby at Pendleton.
She died last year.
But when I pulled her will from the public record, - guess who was named in it.
- Goodsell.
She left him an envelope.
I don't know what was in it.
- But my guess is - Tell him about their son.
Kevin Turner.
A week after Turner's mother died, Goodsell went AWOL from the CIA.
He was watching over his son the entire time.
So Goodsell's training enabled him to pick up on the espionage.
Once he saw his son with one of the women from the cartel, - he got involved.
- Broke his cover.
Paid with his life.
Turner probably saw his father every day.
- He just didn't know it.
- Guys? I have something you have to see.
Kensi and Deeks just found this at Monica Lee's house.
Turner said he'd never been to Monica's place.
That looks like more than "harmless fun" to me.
Why would a federal prosecutor lie to us? The cartel uses Monica to seduce Turner.
Once she has him hooked, they take her away.
Then they used her to get him to finish the job.
There's no way Turner could free Peña on his own.
But that's not the plan.
I just finished talking to Sanchez.
He's clean, but the DEA made a deal with Peña.
In exchange for what? Peña's gonna give the names of every Mexican official complicit in the drug trade.
It's the best shot they've ever had at ending this war.
So the cartel doesn't want their boss freed.
- They want him dead.
- And Turner's the assassin.
Where are we? Callen and Sam are almost at the courthouse.
- Sanchez is already there.
- Does he have Turner? Can't find him, but Peña's under heavy guard.
Guys, I think I found Monica.
Okay, I spotted this van near Monica's place last night around the time of her abduction.
It's the same van in Goodsell's photos.
Kaleidoscope just picked it up an hour ago parked here.
It's a shut-down restaurant in North Hollywood.
Peña cartel's had a foothold there for years.
Exactly.
Kensi and Deeks are in the area.
I'll send them now.
Torres, I need eyes on Turner.
Torres? The agent assigned to Turner has been found unconscious.
- His weapon's gone.
- Turner know how to use it? I've been on raids with him, he's trained.
Fire alarm.
Not a drill.
Agents reporting smoke on the second floor.
That's Turner.
What's the protocol in case of fire? Take Peña out the same way they brought him in: Through the underground parking garage.
This way.
- Federal agents.
- It's Peña.
It's about damn time.
Where the hell were you? Back up.
Put them down.
- Lower your weapons.
- It's not gonna happen, Turner.
I have to do this.
If Peña's not dead in five minutes, they'll kill Monica and Amy.
Gustavo.
That traitor.
He put a hit on his own compadre.
- Kevin.
- Don't give him the satisfaction.
We know where they're holding them.
Agents are on their way now.
- There's not enough time.
- Yes, there is.
We saved you.
We can save them.
Put the gun down.
- See anything? - I got at least two guys.
Both got assault rifles.
I don't see Monica or her daughter.
- But there is a walk-in cooler.
- That's where I'd keep the hostages.
So we're outgunned, we got no backup, and if Turner doesn't hear Monica in four minutes, Peña's dead.
What's the plan? Why do I always have to come up with a plan? What's your plan? My plan is to live long and prosper.
Make little baby Deeks, little ninja assassins with fantastic hair.
Not likely in this job.
Deeks, the only reason I didn't tell you about being homeless Really? Is this the best time to have this conversation? It was the worst period of my life.
Made a lot of mistakes.
And I only want you to see the best part of me.
- Okay? - Okay.
Just to narrow it down for me, though, the best part of you, is it your ankles? You've got pretty sexy ankles.
Your feet, they're all right.
Your toes are weird.
Exactly why I never talk to you.
What? I think I got a plan.
No one's gonna care if a cartel boss dies.
You're right, Kevin.
You're right.
But you know whose death I care about right now? - Harrison Goodsell.
- Kevin? Goodsell is how we got onto the case.
He saw the cartel abduct Monica.
He tried to warn you, but they killed him.
- I've never even seen this guy.
- I know, but he's seen you.
It was your father, Kevin.
He died trying to protect you.
Whoever he was, he should have tried harder.
- Time's up.
I'm sorry.
I have to.
- Shoot him.
Kevin, stop it.
I'm not gonna let you do this.
I'm not gonna let you throw your life away.
So you know what I'm gonna do? I'll do it.
Agh! You just killed Monica and Amy.
Ah, ah, ah, uh-uh.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Unless, of course, fried cartel is on the menu.
I'm kidding.
"Fried cartel.
" You look confused.
Let me walk you through this.
Last few minutes, this whole room has been filling up with gas.
Go ahead, take a whiff, you smell that? You know what that is? That's gasoline.
So, uh So firing your weapons is not the chef's recommendation.
What I would suggest is you put the weapons down.
Let's turn ourselves in, go talk about our feelings.
Grab a beer, figure out why our dads didn't love us.
All these things can be discussed if you put those down, nice and easy.
That was good, right? Yeah, now we're talking.
We'll just go home, everybody's gonna be fine with the Ha, ha, really? With the meat cleaver? Two on one, you get a cleaver.
And now we're gonna fight with Plan B.
Plan B.
- Deeks.
- Plan B.
- Agh! You okay? - Yeah.
Deeks! Cooler.
Hey, guys.
How you doing? No, we're federal agents.
You're safe now.
Let's get you guys out of here, come on.
- Yeah.
- We got Monica.
- Kensi, put her on.
- Sure.
- Monica.
- Kevin.
You're okay.
And Amy? Thank God.
I know, babe.
- I know everything.
It's gonna be okay.
- I love you.
I love You're getting another call.
- Hello? - Hey.
How's it going? Why's your daughter calling my phone? You seem to understand her so well, I figured Uncle Callen should be one of her contacts.
- Ha-ha-ha.
- You know, in case of emergency.
You gonna ignore my daughter? What if she's in trouble? Banana Hanna, everything all right? Oh, yeah? I heard you aced your geometry quiz today.
That's a good job.
Is your dad gonna be home in time to make lasagna? Don't worry about your dad.
He will always be there for you.
The paperwork can wait, Mr.
Callen.
Go home.
- Take Joelle out to dinner.
- She's busy.
She's got her parents in town.
Ah.
I see.
You met them yet? Why didn't Goodsell ever reveal himself? Not to his own son.
Why didn't he say anything? Perhaps he was simply respecting the mother's wishes.
Or perhaps he wanted to, but just didn't know how.
That's the thing about the Grey Man.
He never reveals his secrets.