NCIS Los Angeles s06e09 Episode Script

Yo, we got company.
You got a death wish, Duende? - You suddenly got some balls? - Not as big as your mom's, man.
Say it again.
Come on, say it again, bitch.
Man, put that away before I take it from you, man.
Listen to your boy, now.
Don't make me embarrass you.
Move it! Ha-ha-ha.
Good morning.
- What's this? - That was my leftover uni burger that I was gonna have for breakfast until somebody stole it.
Who eats a sea-urchin burger, let alone for breakfast? You do, apparently.
What makes you think I'd eat your disgusting leftovers? Because I know you.
You're a scavenger, you're a refrigerator hyena.
Let me smell your breath.
- What? Smell your own breath.
- Aha! Fine.
Surprisingly minty.
- Sure you know me? - Yeah.
I know you so well to know that even if you did steal my uni burger, you would then do something super sneaky like try to cover it up by using minty fresh mouthwash.
How did they ever give you a detective's badge? I'll have you know, at the L.
A.
P.
D.
, they used to call me Sherlock Holmes.
- A fictional character.
Well done.
- I also know you better than you think.
Oh, yeah? What's my favorite color? - Blue.
- Wrong.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Let me be more specific.
Cornflower blue.
- That was such a lucky guess.
- A lucky guess? Okay, first off, that's not even a real color.
And secondly, you don't even own anything in the cornflower hue.
Not that you know of.
See? You don't know everything about me.
- I know you hate liver but love bulgogi.
- So does everybody else.
I know your favorite movie on the planet is Titanic.
Me and a billion other people.
I know that you love mojitos and techno music at the Apex Hotel.
I know that you played college softball.
I know that you dressed up like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle as a kid for Halloween.
I know that you keep a journal.
I know you wanna have an oregano garden, even though you are a plant killer.
I know that your favorite New Kid on the Block was Joey McIntyre.
And why not? Because he was the dreamiest.
Bam.
Oh, and I also know that you hide girlie magazines under your bathroom sink.
I do not.
I mean, not like girlie magazines.
I mean, like, magazines for girls.
Things like Cosmo and Modern Bride.
Because our kick-ass Kensi-lina has a softer, lacy lady side that no one knows about but me.
And I love it.
- Couldn't have said that any creepier.
- Creepier? - Mm-hm.
- I thought I was pretty charming.
Guys, Granger's been in an accident.
- What happened? - We're still trying to find out.
- Come on, Beale.
- Okay.
They rushed him to County.
He was conscious at the scene, but that's all they'd tell me.
Show them the crash.
A security camera from a nearby residence caught the accident.
Oh, my gosh.
- He's lucky he survived that.
- What was he doing? We don't know, and we're not gonna find out sitting here.
We'll work the scene, you guys check on Granger.
- Anybody inform Hetty? - She knows.
- What did she say? - Not a damn thing.
All right, guys.
What do you think he was doing up here? Your guess is as good as mine.
Maybe Eric can backtrack his movements using traffic cams.
Yeah.
He was driving way too fast for this road.
There's no way he could've made that curve.
The witnesses said it was a single car, there was no pursuit.
Yeah.
No skid marks.
He never touched the brakes.
How do you explain this? I don't know.
Maybe he was injured, needed to get to the hospital.
It's the wrong direction.
Something isn't right.
But you got a theory.
Nope.
I know that look.
You're holding out on me.
I got nothing.
Except a bad feeling that this might not have been an accident.
Well, that goes without saying.
What else? First, there's a breach of security.
Hetty's personal data is leaked.
That almost gets her killed.
Now Granger smashes up his car in the middle of the night Are you kidding me? Could be unrelated.
Could be.
Could also be we really do have a mole.
- Ah, I hate it when she does this.
- Does what? That.
She's having a cup of tea.
- It's her sixth one.
- Well, maybe she's thirsty.
Maybe she's worried sick about Granger.
I think one of us should talk to her.
- Be my guest.
- And by "one of us," I mean you.
- Hetty likes you.
- Oh, come on.
She likes you too.
She tolerates me.
Look, if Hetty wanted to talk to one of us, she would.
So you're not gonna do it? No.
Fine.
I'm doing it.
Really don't think that's a good idea.
But you're gonna do it anyway.
Knock, knock.
Heh.
"Who's there?" Hetty.
Hey.
Hey.
Having a spot of tea, are we? Pip-pip, cheerio, jolly good.
So I'm just checking in, you know, see if you need anything.
All right, you know what? Figured as much.
Just checking, and, uh, wanted to say that I'm sure the assistant director will be just fine.
I will be upstairs in Ops.
Which is where I'm going right now.
Mr.
Beale.
Keep your eyes open and your wits about you today.
Okay.
And, um, Eric? Mm-hm.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Why is he in restraints? There was a safety concern.
He's a federal agent.
- Are you next of kin? - We're coworkers.
I'm sorry, I can't discuss this with you.
You know what? We're NCIS and we're investigating.
We need some answers.
- I'll get the attending physician.
- Thank you.
Nurse Carson to Four West Nurses Station.
Nurse Carson to Four West Nurses Station.
Assistant director? It's Agent Blye.
Can you hear me? Hey, buddy.
There's our favorite little curmudgeon.
- You gave us quite the scare.
- Where am I? Right now, where am I? You're, uh You're in the hospital.
You were in an accident, Granger.
You don't have to take that off.
- No, no, no.
- That's the IV.
- We wanna keep that on.
- Don't do that.
- Take your hands off me.
- Granger.
Whoa, relax.
Relax.
You're okay.
Listen, it's not safe.
It's not safe.
We have to go.
Don't pack a bag.
- Let go of me.
- Just go.
- Let go of me, Granger.
Let me go.
- It's okay.
- Granger.
- Why are you doing this? We're gonna sit back for a second.
- Granger He's going for my weapon.
- No, no, no.
What the hell is going on here? Who removed his restraint? - Get away! - Move it.
Let go of me! - Go! Get out of here! - Give me 10 cc's of Midazolam.
- Clear the room.
Clear the room.
- Okay.
Whoa! - What's happening? What's going on? - He's having a seizure.
Go.
I got him.
I got him.
Hold him down.
Hold him down.
Dr.
Saltzman to Radiology.
Dr.
Saltzman, report to Radiology.
He was restrained for his safety as well as our own.
Sorry, he's not normally like that.
- What's wrong with him? - He's in an altered state.
We just don't know why.
We're still running tests.
He may have suffered a head injury from the collision.
Do you know if he was on any medications? No, not that we know of.
What about drugs or alcohol? I mean, he has a cocktail once in a while, but no drugs.
Are you sure? Any family history of mental illness? Um You two work with him, but you don't really know anything about him? He's a pretty private person.
I don't think you go around telling - Tox screen's back.
- Thank you.
Anything? He was poisoned.
What kind of poison? They're retesting, but they think it's something called Aconitine.
- Monkshood? - How the hell did he get that? They haven't determined that yet.
We need to search his car and houses.
Hey, have our Hazmat team also check his office, but do it on the down-low.
If somebody on the inside's responsible for this, we don't wanna tip them off.
Got it.
You look like you're ready to kill somebody.
I am.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but you know what it is? Something's still bothering me.
- What do mean, about Granger? - No, about you.
How would you know about my magazines if you weren't - snooping under my sink? - Heh-heh-heh.
I wasn't snooping under your sink.
I was looking for toilet paper.
Which is something you never do, because every time I come to your house, I have to put toilet paper on the roll.
How hard is that? Come on, it takes, like, two seconds.
Are you serious? You take it and you put it on the thing and you're done.
What difference does it make if it's on the counter or the actual roll? - Um, principle.
- Why are you obsessed with toilet paper? Did you have some sort of traumatic event as a kid with potty training? Is this why you don't pee in public toilets? - Who doesn't pee in public toilets? - Deeks.
- I don't blame him.
- Thank you.
At least I'm not the one that pees in takeout containers for food on a stakeout.
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Nell? - What do you got? - Aconitine.
It's a highly poisonous alkaloid whose chemical makeup is C34, H47, NO11.
It's basically a neurotoxin that is absorbed via mucous membrane, nostrils, lips, mouth, but also via skin.
Depending on the level of exposure, it can cause severe diarrhea, pain, paralysis, vomiting, and eventual cardiac arrest.
Sounds like your chili.
Where would somebody get their hands on this? That's the easy part.
It occurs in nature.
Uh, it comes from the Aconitum plant.
Also known as monkshood or wolfsbane.
Actually, in ye olden days, they used the poison to kill wolves, which is why everyone knows that wolfsbane is an effective deterrent against werewolves.
- Deeks.
- Mm? What? Whoa, what the what? - What is that doing on your desk? - I thought you put it there.
Why would I give you a poisonous plant? - I didn't know it was poisonous.
- Well, I certainly didn't give it to you.
And don't get closer.
It's got deadly nectar and poisonous pollen and all sorts of don't.
It's only deadly if you ingest it or touch it.
Then don't I'm not.
- Nice work, Poison Ivy.
- See? Okay, if you didn't put that on my desk, then who did? Probably the same person that poisoned Granger.
All right, appreciate it.
They said they found traces of the poison, but nothing near a lethal dose.
Granger must've picked it up elsewhere and carried it home.
- See anything unusual in there? - No.
Guy lives like a monk.
You two could've been roommates.
I've seen homeless people with more possessions than the two of you combined.
Some of us haven't been seduced by the trappings of ownership.
Ah.
Been reading self-help books? To know yourself is to know the universe.
- Know what I know? You're full of it.
- Hello? Kens, we're at Granger's.
We got nothing.
How are things back there? Not good.
They found high concentrations of poison in Granger's office.
On the desk, telephone, even on the paperwork.
- That had to be the source.
CALLEN Mm-hm.
There's ano There's another thing too.
Somebody left the plant that the poison is made from on my desk.
Eric and Nell are checking surveillance cameras to try and see who did it.
You need to evacuate the building.
Yeah.
I'll inform Hetty.
I'll keep you posted.
Once we evacuate the building, Hazmat can go through it.
I'm not sure that's such a good idea.
This whole place has to be decontaminated.
I realize that, Mr.
Deeks.
I'm just not sure about evacuating.
Granger is clinging to life at the hospital as we speak.
This is deadly.
I'm well aware of its lethality, Miss Blye.
If you do not evacuate the building, everyone is under risk of being exposed.
And if I do, whoever is responsible for this, could escape, could go on to poison many more than those of us here today.
Everyone in this building understands the risks involved in this job.
And you're willing to make that choice for them? That's what I do.
Hetty.
We have a mole in our midst, and it ends today.
I trust Hetty knows what she's doing.
If the poison's limited to Granger's office, the risk should be minimal.
It's still a risk.
Where are we with the suspects? Eric and Nell are sorting through everybody.
What about the people that aren't at work? There are three.
So we have Deborah Hill, she's out on maternity leave.
Edward Stevens is supposedly at a funeral on the East Coast.
And Lisa Manning, Granger's assistant, is home sick for two days now.
We need to pay Lisa a visit.
Let us know if you find anything else.
Done.
How are we making out? Data mining through everyone, focusing on our most recent hires.
We're searching for any suspicious anomalies in the workplace.
Um, contact with the outside, travel, finance, et cetera.
But so far, nothing.
We also went through the surveillance tapes to see who put the flower on Kensi's desk, but the system was down for about an hour for routine maintenance.
Looks like someone took advantage of that window of opportunity.
What about, uh, Inspector Wallace and her group? They had the run of the place when they were here.
Inspector Wallace probably saved your life.
But we will look into them as well.
Meanwhile, I want you to dust off your polygraph skills, Miss Jones.
I want everyone in the building boxed.
Myself included.
Lisa.
Lisa Manning.
Agent Callen and Hanna from work.
She's still breathing, barely.
Pulse is thready.
Lisa? - Callen.
- We got Lisa Manning at her house.
We need an ambulance.
Have you ever given Hetty a polygraph before? Nope.
I don't suppose you could ask her about Area 51.
- Eric, now is not the time for jokes.
- What? Who's joking? If anyone knows the truth about alien visitations, it's Hetty.
We have to take advantage of these situations.
All right, I'll see what I can do.
Did you get something there? Uh, Nell? Hey, did you cash in some investments today? Me? Last thing I invested in was Captain America volume 1, number 74.
And I had to go in with six other guys.
That's a comic book, right? Uh, yeah.
Just a little old comic book where Cap is forced to fight Red Skull to the death Wait for it.
- In hell.
It's classic.
All right, well, I don't know if that's what this is, but someone deposited $50,000 into your bank account 40 minutes ago.
- What? That's impossible.
- That's what it says.
I have to put in my passcode.
Can you? Yeah, yeah.
Pardon me.
- You done? - Yeah.
Whoa.
This isn't mine.
I swear to God, I have no idea how this happened.
You have to believe me.
There's no way I would ever do anyth All right, just relax.
- But But I know how this looks.
- Beale.
Relax.
You You Someone's trying to frame me.
I am a lot of things, Nell, - but I am not a mole - Beale.
Aah! - I'm sorry.
- No, I needed that.
Yes, you did.
You need to figure out where this money came from.
You need to keep this between us until I do.
The longer you keep this a secret, the more suspicious you're gonna look, and I am not gonna lie for you.
Just let me figure it out, okay? Fine.
You figure it out.
She's lucky you found her when you did.
- Same thing that took down Granger? - We need to wait on the tox screen, but if they work together, there's a good chance they were similarly exposed.
What's his prognosis? We're doing all we can, but he may have been fighting this off for some time.
Why he didn't seek treatment sooner is beyond me.
That's because he's a tough son of a bitch.
For his sake, I hope so.
We should have seen this coming, G.
He hasn't quite been himself lately.
We both think he looks like hell.
I just thought it was stress.
Anything else we can do? Yeah.
Find out where this poison is coming from before people start dying.
Ah, boy.
Have you ever committed treason? I suppose that depends on one's definition.
Hetty, you have to answer yes or no.
Oh, yes, I know.
I'm very familiar with this process, Miss Jones.
Hell, I developed most of these questions.
Yes, I committed treason.
But never against the United States.
I'll have to make that one more specific in the future.
Have you ever tried to injure or harm Assistant Director Owen Granger? Yes.
I'm sorry.
- I said, have you ever tried to injure? - Yes, I heard you.
I even tried to kill him.
But that was a long time ago, and we get along much better now.
Well, that's good.
Are these the only profiles you've cleared so far? No, these are the only ones with any suspicious anomalies.
Whoa.
You got a suspicious anomaly? Is it above or below the waist? It's not funny.
Somebody wired $50,000 into my bank account today.
That's not funny.
That's fricking awesome.
You have any idea where it came from? No.
Whoever did it moved it through a bunch of different accounts here and abroad.
They clearly didn't want me to find out who it was.
I have a question.
How come this stuff never happens to me? - What, blackmail? - Mm.
Think they transferred the money to arouse suspicion? I don't know.
Pretty coincidental, don't you think? They'd have to know we're never gonna suspect you of being part of something like this.
Yes, but they'd know we'd have to check it out nonetheless, and they'd also know he would be kept busy trying to find the source.
It's a stall tactic.
They're buying themselves some time.
Yeah, time for what? - Aah! No! No! - What the? We need help down here! What's going on? Hurry.
Helen.
Helen.
Up, up.
Up, up, up.
- Got it, got it.
Go.
- Damn it.
- Get her down.
- We need a medic.
- She's not breathing.
- I'll get the defibrillator.
Go, Kens, go.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Damn it.
Kens? One, two, three, four, five - It was Helen Trapper.
- Oh, no.
From Human Resources? Yeah, that's her.
She's a nice lady.
There's no way she could've been involved.
You sure it was a suicide? Kensi and Deeks are still working the crime scene, so I can't believe I just said that.
You know, I used to think this was the safest place on Earth, but then Draeger showed up, and now this.
There's a good chance they're connected.
Did she leave a note? - Not that we found.
- You check her devices? Nothing on her cell.
We're still checking her computer.
What about our surveillance cameras? The thing about that is, their layout is based on normal operations, so when we went into lockdown, there were some blind spots behind the security cameras, and there's nothing I can do about that.
- Perfect.
- We'll check out her residence.
Anything suspicious comes up on your end, let us know.
Will do.
Thanks.
Right this way.
Come on.
All right, take a seat, if you'd like.
Let me know if anybody needs anything.
- This is ridiculous.
- Relax.
This won't take too long.
You can't just keep us forever.
Callen and Sam are on their way to Helen's house.
Let me know if they find anything.
Hetty, what makes you think they're going to find anything? I mean, you and I both knew Helen.
Did we? Yes.
She helped me with my paperwork when I first started, and she had been here longer than Callen.
The best spies are those you least suspect.
No, I know, and I get that.
But Helen? And now we're rounding up people from Accounting and the mail room, even Beale.
I don't know.
I like to think I'm a good judge of character, but I've been fooled before.
People change.
They lose their way.
Sometimes, they lose themselves.
Kensi? Yeah.
Historically, poison has been a woman's weapon of choice, am I right? - I suppose.
- So we are to assume that Helen killed herself because she poisoned Granger and we were closing in on her? - Right.
- So then, why hang herself? Why not slug back a whole smoothie of wolfsbane and be done with it? Maybe she used it all on Granger.
Maybe.
- Gentlemen, you give us a second? Mm-hm.
And maybe she's innocent, maybe she had nothing to do with Granger.
And maybe the real culprit panicked when Hetty put the whole place on lockdown.
Using her murder as a smokescreen.
You gotta see this.
See that? Ligature bruising from the hanging? - Yeah.
- But then look at that.
There's a whole other ligature wound.
It's lighter and hard to see, but it's definitely there.
- No, I see it.
- Which means She was strangled before she was hung.
Exactly.
Poor Helen.
So now the killer wants to get us off his trail, so he finds a patsy.
Well, he or she, because the killer could be a she.
Um, a woman could've killed Helen and put the cord around her neck, but there's no way she would've been strong enough to haul her body up in the air.
I mean, it's dead weight.
Okay, he.
So he needs to find somebody sweet and unsuspecting.
He sees Helen and he says: "Hey, Helen, listen.
I just wanted to talk to you - for a second.
" - Yes, of course, sir.
So she cruises in, he looks around, tells her how much he likes her pants suit, and then pulls her in tight like that, and he's smelling - Smelling her hair.
- What? What? He's smelling her hair? I was just getting into the mindset of the killer.
He smells her hair.
It smells like It smells like lavender.
You're freaking me out, Hannibal Lecter.
You made me lose my train of thought.
You made you lose your train of thought.
She's not a fighter, but animal instinct kicks in, so she's probably clawing at his hands.
Yeah.
But he's too smart.
He's a pro.
He'd be wearing gloves.
But he's also desperate.
If she connected, his DNA would be under her nails.
Except we don't have DNA samples of anybody here who's not an agent.
But we can get a rapid test on everybody left in the building, and get results in a few hours.
- We're gonna catch this guy.
- We're gonna get this guy.
Oh, and one more thing.
Don't Don't ever smell me again.
No promises.
- Find anything? - No, man.
This place kind of reminds me of my Aunt Beezie's, if there was a couple of dozen cats running around.
Wait a second.
After all these years, you can still surprise me? You had a crazy cat lady in the family? She's not crazy.
She's a little eccentric.
Uh-huh.
Six cats is eccentric.
Anything over ten, that's, uh, certifiable.
- She's lonely.
- Uh-huh.
Wonder why.
Yo.
Check this out.
Maybe Helen had a green thumb after all.
Why are they keeping us here like caged animals? I think it's for our own safety.
They think one of us killed Helen.
I thought Helen killed herself.
Helen? She used to catch spiders in the kitchen and let them go outside.
She wouldn't hurt a fly.
Did any of you know her well? I did.
She was really nice.
She used to bake things and bring them into us all the time.
I can't believe she's gone.
Does she have a boyfriend? Why are you even here, Beale? What'd you do to get booted from your ivory tower? Nothing.
He's probably a plant here to spy on us.
No, I'm not.
- It's about time.
- Are we free to go? Not yet.
We gotta get DNA samples first from each of you.
- Oh, come on.
- Let's just get it over with.
Unless you have something to hide.
It's the principle.
Open wide.
You're up, man.
I'm doing so under protest.
Oops.
Sorry.
It's quite all right.
We have another one.
All right, I'm doing it, I'm doing it.
Jeez.
- Happy? - Very.
Wasn't so hard, was it? Beale, you're up.
- Unh.
- Drop your weapons, or I push this and he's dead before he hits the ground.
- Don't do this.
- Oh, my God.
Eric.
Wait.
You're much more useful to Mr.
Beale in here.
- But, Hetty, this - Alert Callen and Sam.
Let them know we found our mole.
Yeah, we should probably talk about this.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
We'll put it down.
Putting it down.
Oh, Ty.
Kick the guns to me.
Gwenny, come here.
Now! Pick them up.
Now, we're going to move slowly and calmly out of here.
Back it up.
Back.
Back it up.
That's good.
Close it, Beale.
I don't know the code.
Oh! Close it.
Oh! Son of a bitch.
Do not let them out of your sight.
- It's fried.
We gotta get out of here.
- Nell, you got eyes on them? - No, but I can hear them.
- Where are they? I don't know.
Eric, if you can hear me, give us a clue as to where you are.
- Stop right there.
- Eric.
- Now, lift up your shirt.
- What? Do it.
Where is it? Ah.
Should've known.
Give it to me.
Okay.
But we have to keep moving The best bet Oh, shoot.
- Nell? - Eric? Callen.
I need you to take the carport door off lockdown so we can get in.
Okay, please hurry up.
Brown is trying to get Eric out of the building as his hostage.
- We'll be there in six minutes.
- Four.
Five.
Err on the side of caution.
Have I ever crashed with you in the car? Yeah.
A lot of times.
Well, those were all intentional.
Heh-heh.
Lucky me.
- Ty.
- Stay put.
- How do we get out of here? - Look, Carl, just put the gun Get me out of here or I'll kill you.
Give it to me.
Mr.
Beale can't come to the phone right now because he's about to die if you don't back the hell off.
How do we know he isn't already dead? I'm fine.
Just do as he says.
I don't wanna die in this old building.
"Old building.
" He's taking him through the burn room service area.
- Smart boy.
- Callen? Eric is leading him down into the basement storage area.
What the hell are you playing? You want a way out of here, this is it.
This leads to the basement storage area.
It's outside the containment zone.
You can exit to the street from there.
You may just live through this after all, Beale.
But I doubt it.
Go.
Which way? I don't know.
I've only ever seen the blueprints.
You lying little geek.
No, they changed everything around when they put the new furnaces in.
All right.
You've actually been really helpful, Beale.
I almost hate to kill you.
Beale? Come out here right now, or I will shoot you like a dog.
Beale.
Pick on someone your own size.
- Hello, Carl.
- Holler.
I'll take those.
Remember us? Is it just me or does he seem awfully happy for a guy who's going to jail for the rest of his life? Maybe he just likes bunk beds.
So here's what we know.
You befriended Helen, maybe even led her to believe you might be interested in her romantically.
Convinced her to let you use her garage, do a little gardening.
And once she started to realize what was going on, you asked to speak with her privately.
You killed her, Carl, making it look like a suicide.
Almost.
She never suspected anything.
Desperate people will believe anything you want them to.
Now, I would like a place on the beach.
A condo overlooking Venice or the marina would be good.
I'm sorry, did I pass out and miss something? Heh.
I think we all know you're here to offer me a deal.
You'll be lucky if we offer you a blindfold for the firing squad.
Ooh.
- G Can I call you G? - No.
I'm more valuable to you as an asset than an embarrassment.
The only one you're embarrassing is yourself.
Heh.
I think we all know that's not true.
I've already proven my abilities.
Quite impressively, I might add.
But you caught me.
Now, I have no desire to go to jail, and you have no desire for me to go to trial.
Because if I did, well, let's face it, once the story of my infiltration of your organization becomes public knowledge, it'll be the end of your careers and everyone else in this unit, including Hetty and Granger.
What are you proposing? I believe it's called the dangled-mole scenario.
I'm gonna work for you as a double agent.
Hell, I've already created the perfect legend.
What makes you think we'd ever want someone like you working with us? Because if I don't, then you'll never have access to what I know, who I work for, anything.
Of course, I'll need my lawyer to negotiate the deal.
I leave these type things up to the professionals.
He's right.
- Yeah.
- We have to leave this to professionals.
What is this? - I want my lawyer.
Heh-heh.
Don't ask us, ask them.
- You're in their custody now.
- Who are you? Who are they? They're the ones who'll find out what you actually know.
Wait, wait, wait.
Where am I going? Where are they taking me? We don't know.
No one does.
That's why they call it a black site.
Extraordinary rendition is against the law.
So is treason.
Are you guys really gonna send him to a black site? He's headed to an animal shelter in Barstow.
When they hear the dogs barking after a few hours in the car with a bag over their head, you'd be amazed how willing they are to talk.
Yeah, but like he said, desperate people are willing to do whatever you want them to.
Mm-hm.
- Nice.
Hey.
- Good job today.
- Thanks, lady.
So are you guys okay? - I'm okay.
G? - Solid.
I got a little kink in my neck from the crawlspace.
Maybe you could give me a quick massage.
No.
We're fine.
We're actually just fine.
You might wanna check on Eric, though.
Yeah.
- Hey.
You all right? - Yeah.
I can't smell.
- Yeah.
- He broke my glasses.
I see that.
Guess what.
You look better without them.
Okay.
I think that's our cue, huh? Wow, this is happening.
What's this? Old building.
Old building.
Mm.
Clearly I haven't died and gone to heaven.
I don't think that's in the cards for either one of us, Owen.
What the hell happened? Well, let's see.
Um, you were poisoned and crashed your car.
And then, while you were napping, the rest of us smoked out our mole.
- Brown, from the IT Department.
- Oh.
World seemed a lot safer before we had these cyber punks running around.
Indeed.
Who was he working for? We don't know yet.
We'll figure it out in due time.
All you have to worry about now is getting better.
You're safe.
Don't tell me you're here to watch over me.
Something like that.
You need to go to sleep.
Don't think this makes up for the time you tried to kill me.
I wouldn't think of it.