NCIS Los Angeles s06e10 Episode Script

Seventeen kids running around, hopped up on cake and ice cream.
It was like an invasion - of hyperactive squirrels.
- Ha, ha.
What'd you go with, the beauty parlor or the pony theme? Disney.
I'm gonna be having fairy tale nightmares for days.
- What did you dress as? - Yeah, right.
What do you think? I think that Daddy Sam will do anything for his little girl.
I have seen you throw a mean princess tea party.
Captain Hook.
He's a sailor.
- Don't you have something to do? - I'm doing something.
I'm honing my deductive reasoning skills.
Wasting your time, and you're interfering with mine.
What was the name of the bad guy from The Lion King? - I don't know.
- It was on a loop at your house.
- Scar.
- What are we talking about? - Nothing.
- Which character Sam dressed up as - for his, uh, daughter's party.
- Aw.
- Baloo from The Jungle Book.
- That's strong.
Beast from Beauty and the Beast.
Large, fearless, heart of gold.
Look at this.
Lady and the Tramp are helping out Goofy.
See what he just did? That's my partner.
Sam Hanna, ladies and gentlemen.
Deflecting.
- Time to meet the band, ladies.
- What? - Trying out new catchphrases.
- Well, try harder.
Grumpy? - What do we have, Nell? - Residential security camera caught this guy creeping around a private residence.
- Here he is entering.
- And this is him shortly after.
Hell of a security system.
- L.
A.
P.
D.
's on the scene now.
- Do they know what happened? Neighbors reported an explosion.
- Have they identified the body? - Jack Chapman.
He worked paparazzi for that gossip show, Sunset Scoop.
Chapman caused a huge scandal by releasing photos of NBA star Kip Brigham.
He was caught leaving an illegal gambling establishment.
Chapman filed a lawsuit accusing Brigham of assault and property damage for smashing his camera.
Then Brigham fired back with a countersuit, claiming Chapman attacked him.
But there was no witness.
- It's classic he-said, he-said.
- I heard about this.
Brigham lost millions on his contract because of bad press.
- Could be a case of revenge.
- Sunset Scoop.
NBA.
- Why NCIS? - Because of who owns the home.
The house belongs to CIA officer Nicole Borders.
- The Nicole Borders? - Indeed.
The CIA Director of Operations is a friend of Assistant Director Granger.
He personally requested our assistance in this matter.
- What do we need to know? - She's a legend.
Rumor is she was instrumental in orchestrating successful ops, from taking bin Laden to ISIS air strikes.
Makes her a prime target.
- Where is she now? - Trying to locate her.
What is a photographer doing at the home of a CIA officer? That's what you need to get to the bottom of.
Quickly.
Before it happens again.
Maybe Chapman found out about the air strikes.
Not really the material that Sunset Scoop looks for.
- What caused that blast? - We can't rule anything out.
Check out Brigham.
Find out if he's got an ax to grind - over this gambling thing.
- Uh, full disclosure, I am Hey, we got it.
- Looks like someone's a fan.
- We'll check the crime scene.
Keep digging on Chapman.
See what you can find.
- Copy that.
- Copy that.
Dr.
Evil? Lex Luthor? Lex Luthor.
Give it up.
You're never gonna guess.
All right? I know.
Yul Brynner.
- You're really not gonna tell? - Between me and my daughter.
- I'll check it out on Instagram.
- Good luck.
- Took the phone from every kid? - I didn't say that.
Uh-huh.
I know what you did.
You had Beale scrub the Internet.
A father is willing to do anything for his daughter.
You wouldn't look good as any of the Disney princesses.
You could be the genie from Aladdin.
No way a pair of lederhosen would fit you.
- I mean, not with those legs.
- My legs look good in anything.
But why would I be wearing lederhosen? Pinocchio was her favorite bedtime story.
Keep it up.
Make your nose grow.
Chapman wasn't carrying flowers in the video.
- Could've been here previously.
- No rose bushes.
Text from Eric.
Borders is gonna meet us at the boatshed.
Good.
High velocity blast.
Shoddy craftsmanship.
It's unstable at best.
Activated by a pressure plate.
Whoever built this is lucky they didn't kill themselves.
- You mean like an IED? - Exactly like an IED.
I mean, clearly somebody's home.
- Yeah.
- Had to score touchdowns - for those two.
- Did you just say "touchdowns"? He's a basketball player.
He led the league in scoring.
- Basketball, huh? - Wow.
We watched him together - in case you don't remember.
Ahem.
- If you say so.
Just do me a favor, don't embarrass me.
Oh, hi.
Hi.
Hi.
- Federal agents.
We're here - Marty! - Where you been? Get in here.
- Forgot to mention that we go, uh, way back.
- What's up, buddy? How are you? - What's up, man? I'm good.
- Good to see you.
- How do you know each other? Marty-mar is the reason I got into basketball.
Growth spurt helped.
We used to play a lot of one-on-one.
- I consistently won, I may add.
- Yeah.
You were taller then.
- Still had the beard, though.
- Can you put a shirt on? Remember when he was pointing at us during the game? - Thought he wanted to hook up.
- Yeah.
- With you.
- Oh.
Nice.
So we're actually here to ask you some questions.
You weren't playing about this one.
She's bad.
Are you kidding me right now? Dude.
We have some questions about Mr.
Jack Chapman, - the Sunset Scoop reporter.
- The assault charge - he filed against you.
- Easy.
He attacked me.
After I tomahawked his camera, he got crazy, tried to rush me.
I caught him with a two-piece.
Wah-wah! Dude folded like a lawn chair.
- You must've been very upset.
- Upset? That dude cost me a lot of money renegotiating my contract playing paparazzi.
But who knew it would get me official bad boy status? New shoe deal, double what I would have made before.
- I should thank him.
- Might have to hold a séance.
Mr.
Chapman was killed today.
Wow.
- How? - Trying to figure that out.
Wait.
You think I had something to do with it? - Got to tweet this.
- You can't tweet this.
This is an ongoing investigation.
You really think I murdered someone? - I got my white Bronco out back.
- Just relax.
It's protocol.
- Your whereabouts last 24 hours? - Unbelievable.
Isn't this a conflict of interest? I mean, maybe I should just be talking to her.
Alone.
- Alone? - He should talk to me alone.
- It's a conflict of interest.
- Mm.
Supposed to be you and I Before you accused your best friend of murder.
I don't know if I'd define you as my best friend.
I got Monty.
All good.
We just got back from a press conference in New York.
Been gone a month.
Flew private.
All the records are here.
- And I just e-mailed you the details.
- Thank you.
Now, I'm getting back to the pool.
You want to join? No, no.
Because I got better things to do than hang out with, like, half-naked, oiled-up, supernova-hot models all day long.
Uh-huh.
I bet you do.
Did you just? She just saw that.
- She's bad.
- We got to go.
- Kensi.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I'm going.
- Come on.
Hey, have fun swimming.
- Squinting's bad for your eyes.
- Myth.
- Actually enhances your focus.
- Hm.
What you got? Well, Callen found these rose petals at the crime scene.
And that's odd because? - No rose bush on the property.
- Could've been there previously.
Maybe.
But no wrapping, no stems, just the petals.
Put it like that, something does smell a little rotten.
Perfume.
Beale, you really are a genius.
- It may have been retaliation.
- For? Your résumé suggests you made a few enemies.
Must mean I'm doing my job.
But I don't know this man or what he was doing at my house.
Haven't been.
It's getting ready to go on the market.
- Where have you been staying? - Across town.
I live with my fiancé, Gunnery Sergeant Mike Johnson and his son.
- Do they go to the house? - Not really.
Mike checks on it once a week.
We had trouble with squatters.
Where's your fiancé now? He's been training in the Mojave for about a month.
- Supposed to be home tonight.
- Any chance he knows Chapman? Maybe.
I don't know.
Why? Chapman must've been looking for someone or something.
He knew my fiancé, knows he doesn't live there.
He asked him to look after the house while he was gone.
So if the bomb wasn't meant for Chapman It was intended for your fiancé.
Or you.
- They filled me in.
You okay? - I'm fine.
They told me what happened.
I grew up with Chapman.
He said it wouldn't be a problem to check on the house.
- This is on me.
- This isn't your fault, Mike.
There's no way you could have foreseen this happening.
- Where's Devin? - Agent Callen and Agent Hanna are picking your son up right now.
Oh.
- Sorry, is that a problem? - No, this'll be good for Devin.
My son can be a bit by-the-book.
- Meaning? - I hope your agents know how to exercise patience.
- Like the school Aiden goes to.
- No cliques, girls falling for bad boys, no geeks.
I don't get it.
It's a military academy, not a social club.
I also went to a school just like this.
That explains a lot.
Give them a boy at 8, they return a man at 18.
- I took a total of 18 classes.
- And that explains a lot.
- Well played.
Excuse me.
- Sir? I'm looking for Cadet Johnson.
Yes, sir.
Across the quad, sir.
- Thanks.
- Thanks.
Devin Johnson? We're with NCIS.
We're here to take you to your father.
At ease, cadet.
Sir, Gunnery Sergeant Johnson says I'm not to leave grounds - without authorization.
- Look, son Sir, no disrespect, but I am not your son.
I'm Cadet Master Devin Johnson.
I don't break exit protocol without proper authorization from Gunnery Sergeant Johnson.
You mean your dad? - I prefer the rank structure.
- Uh-huh.
Cadet.
- Chief Petty Officer Hanna.
- Sir, yes, sir.
Outstanding demonstration of following protocol.
What do you need to solve the problem? Sir, if I could communicate with Gunnery Sergeant Johnson - for permission to adjust protocol.
- Mm-hm.
Kens, can you put Gunnery Sergeant Johnson on the phone? Cadet Johnson won't leave without his dad's permission.
Sure.
Sir? - Yes, sir.
- Talking to a senior officer.
- Affirmative.
- Some people actually take - chain of command seriously.
- Copy that.
- Confirming protocol adjustment.
- We good? - Permission granted to adjust.
- So we can go? Yes, sir.
This way, gentlemen.
We'll be working for that kid one day.
Maybe next week.
- Cadet.
- Sir.
Ma'am.
It's our new challenge coin.
Thank you.
What a wonderful gift.
Not the warmest reception.
- Doesn't mean he doesn't care.
- Let's check in with Nell.
- Where do we stand, Nell? - Those rose petals you found reminded me of a case I consulted on at Pendleton.
There was a perfume bottle left at the scene of a crime.
But no prints.
That got me thinking.
Someone had to have left it there on purpose, right? Well, nothing ever came of it.
But I did some digging.
And I found two additional murders in the last year with unexplained items found at the crime scene.
We have a ring, a necklace and a bottle of perfume.
- All men.
All Marines.
- A ring, perfume and a necklace.
They're gifts, but not for the victim.
They're things you'd give to a girlfriend, or a mother.
A gift someone sends who's seeking approval? Love or validation, maybe? Take Cadet Johnson.
He's obsessively disciplined.
You know, he's a little soldier trained to do what he's told.
But what would happen if his dad pushed him too far? He could snap.
Could be one of these kids who crumbled under the pressure.
Nell, see if any victims had sons in the military program.
All right.
Bingo.
All the victims' sons attend military academies.
Killer may think he's representing these boys.
He's protecting them from these overbearing fathers.
We could be dealing with a serial killer.
In the other murders, there were a series of accidents - leading up to the deaths.
- Let me see that.
It doesn't look like much, but collectively, there's a pattern.
These locations mean anything to the victims? Eric spoke to the spouses.
Every accident was a point of interest in each victim's weekly routine.
- So he's stalking them.
- Risk grew with every attempt.
- He's driven, obsessively so.
- He's not gonna stop until he achieves his goals.
Do we think the killer tried for Johnson before? Well, if he did, we could use it to our advantage.
If we put the word out there that Chapman was the one killed.
If he finds out he didn't get the job done, could cause the killer to expose himself.
So we reinsert Johnson into his daily routine.
- Killer tries to come after him.
- Let's set it up.
I love it.
When I was a kid, Colonel Hanna was all about discipline.
He would make me run - That's good for you.
- It wasn't all good.
One week, I slacked off due to weather.
He made me run 15 miles in a day, in the snow.
And where was he? Colonel Hard-Ass was in the truck following me, heat blasting.
- That's interesting.
- What? Well, he was in the truck, you know, he was following you.
Yeah, I just said that.
He was following you.
He was there.
No one ever pushed me.
People push you when they care.
You turned out fine, okay? Shut up, and let's go.
Well, should we hug it out, or? We believe the suspect has been scouting you.
- Waiting for time to strike.
- You mean like a stalker? - Why would anybody track me? - We're putting that together.
- So, what's next? - We have a plan, but it requires your cooperation.
- Absolutely not.
- Let's hear them out.
They want you as bait to smoke this guy out.
- It'll give us our best chance.
- We'll be with you every step.
It's too dangerous.
This maniac tried to blow you up once.
This is how Marines fight, Nicole.
Face-to-face.
I don't have the luxury of an air strike from miles away.
- That's not fair.
That's my job.
- And this is my job.
It's my duty.
What about us? What about Devin? Even more reason to do this.
- Cadet.
- Sir.
What would you do? We put our lives on the line for the greater good.
We don't run away from an opportunity to save others.
You heard the man.
Let's get this guy off the streets.
Oorah.
I need him back.
He's in good hands.
Come here.
Gentlemen.
- Get you guys a refill? - I'm good.
Come on, it's Macchiato Mondays.
- Just coffee, black.
- Black? Wow.
Let's not get too crazy, huh? You? Want an apple juice? No.
I feel like this guy's not gonna show.
Sure about this location? I stop for coffee here daily.
You could set your clock by it.
If he's been stalking you, this place would be most vulnerable.
Your son seems like a good cadet.
Just hope he gets the chance to be a boy.
If instilling discipline keeps my son off of drugs and out of a gang, then I'm okay with it.
Seems like it worked out for you.
Guilty.
It's just all this pressure at that age, - it's a lot to handle.
- It's good.
His limits are being pushed early.
Could be here right now because somebody pushed too hard.
Noted.
Okay, Kens, we got those license plates.
Keep them coming.
Guys, we got a bogey.
All right.
His name's Glen Frazier.
He lives in Sylmar, works at the Beverly Center.
No military experience or affiliation.
Check out blue shirt, messenger bag.
Name is Gil Jones.
He wasn't in the military, but his father was, and he did time in Chino for assault.
This could be our guy.
Don't spook him.
Just like we discussed.
He's moving.
Hi, honey.
- Thank you.
- I promised we'd get you home in one piece.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Out of the car.
Out of the car.
Get down.
- Hands behind your back.
- You got no right.
- Hey, you got nothing on me.
- We're secure.
Ahem, Richard Mills.
Military school dropout.
Seems like you started okay and then fell off.
Did you get your heart broken? Get picked last in dodgeball? - It had to be done.
- What? - Run down a Marine and agent? - In a sneaky hybrid at that.
Those men had to go.
- Whoa.
- Wow.
Here I was thinking that we were gonna be here all day.
And all we needed to do to get a confession was to ask nicely.
We should remember that for next time.
Yeah, usually there's a dance that happens.
You show a bit of reluctance, we crack some head.
But you are making this easy, and I, for one, appreciate that.
You seem very eager to turn yourself in.
I just want to get this over with.
In due time.
Just one question.
Why? Why did you do it? They were evil men.
They didn't deserve to live.
Wow, so just to clarify, then, your plan is to rid the world of evil men? You're on the wrong side of the table.
We should be handing you an application.
What I don't understand is why you cut off the index fingers of the second and third victims, but not the first? - Well, the first - Mm-hm.
I didn't have time with the first.
Time.
Yeah, there's never enough of that.
But I think the correct response would have been: "I didn't cut off any fingers.
" - Richard.
- Who are you protecting? Why'd you try to run down Gunnery Sergeant Johnson? Who else is behind the other murders? - Answer the question.
- I'm so stupid.
You are so stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Hey, Richard.
It's too late.
You can't stop the next one.
It's too late.
- What's too late? - You can't stop him.
There's no stopping who, Richard? - Richard.
- Richard.
Richard.
Richard.
Well, he's a few crayons short of a full box.
Yeah, he doesn't fit the profile.
He's more like one of those programmed kids than a killer.
- He tried to run down Johnson.
- Under whose orders? More importantly, these attacks may not be over.
You guys stay at him.
We'll check with Eric and Nell.
All right, we'll switch it up, see what we can get.
- What else do we have on him? - Not much.
Car he was driving was registered to his mother, Estelle Mills, married twice.
First husband, Sergeant Ronan Mills, was killed in combat.
And the second, Sergeant Harris Posey looks like he just disappeared.
- More like he was taken out.
- Get this.
Richard has an older brother.
David Mills.
- What do we have on him? - Military.
Completed two tours in the Middle East.
- Dishonorably discharged.
- Why? Issues with authority.
Looks like he attacked his commanding officer twice.
- Where do we find him? - Last known address - was Pendleton, so - The mother? - Still lives in Echo Park.
- Right.
We'll pick up the mom.
- Find anything on the brother.
- Got it.
- Thanks.
- And you have the opportunity - to save him.
- You're not a murderer, Rich.
- I'm sorry, I don't know.
- Oh, my God.
Here's what we're What we're talking about.
Sergeant George Rush.
Right there.
See that? Master Sergeant Damon Duvall.
And, of course, Staff Sergeant Kevin Davis.
That's who we're talking about.
Come on, I don't have all day here.
Richard.
I'm getting frustrated, so I'll give you one more option: Tell me where we'll find him or I'll beat it out of you.
- It is, it's absolutely true.
- You're being used to - Stop talking.
- Just telling you how it is.
- Richey? - Tell me who he is.
- What did he do? - He tried to kill a Marine - and a federal agent.
- Can I see him? - I need to see him.
- Soon.
We need to talk to you about your family.
- Mrs.
Mills.
- Yes? - Your husbands? - Um My first husband was killed in combat.
He was a good man.
That's why I went back to his last name.
And your second husband? Bobby? Went out for a pack of smokes three years ago and never came back.
How's that for a bad movie? How was the relationship between your second husband - and your sons? - He was hard on the boys.
More so on David, the older one.
He may have gone overboard a few times, if you know what I mean.
It was out of love.
He said he was making men out of them.
Do you know where to find David? No.
I haven't talked to him in a long time.
- I know you want to protect - I don't know where he is.
Mrs.
Mills.
Tell us about your relationship with your second husband.
Mrs.
Mills, as the son of a military man, I know what it's like to have everything happen on a strict schedule.
I would watch my mother hold it together when he would deploy, and then expect everything to be perfect when he returned.
It wore her down.
I think you know what happened to your second husband.
It sounds to me like a son protecting his mother.
Help us find David before he hurts someone else.
Anything you can tell us will help.
Can I see Richey now? He's not well.
Neither of them are well.
I'm gonna beat you like I beat that chair.
I'm gonna find this guy, and when I do, I'll tell him that you're the one that ratted him out.
Please, let me see my baby.
Where's David? At an abandoned school in Woodland Hills.
Cali-South High.
- Come with me, Mrs.
Mills.
- Kensi, Deeks, Sam's coming in.
- Eric, get info on that school.
- I'm on it.
It's okay, baby.
Mommy's here.
It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
School was closed down five years ago.
Neighbors have reported seeing lights at night.
- There might be squatters.
- Thanks, Eric.
Second school today.
Universe's way of telling us - it's never too late to learn? - I was thinking more along the lines of old dogs, new tricks.
- Need him alive.
- Federal agents.
Put your hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.
- You got nothing on me.
- Shooting at a federal agent? - That's a pretty good start.
- Turn over.
Turn over.
Get up.
Sit up.
Stay down.
I'm gonna take a look around.
Yeah, we picked up your brother Richard.
Must be kind of nice, huh? Your own personal army of one.
It's a funny thing, though.
Read your file.
Your brother was actually doing pretty good till you got home.
Good grades, excelling at school.
Maybe what your stepfather was doing for him was working.
- Shut up! - He was becoming a productive citizen - till you interfered.
- You don't know us.
You don't know what we've been through.
I know enough.
I spent a little time with your mom this morning in the interrogation room.
You hurt Mother, I will rip you apart.
Is that what you did to your stepfather? You rip him apart? My stepfather got what he deserved.
You served him up a little, uh? A little home-cooked justice? Our stepfather was suffocating.
He never let us make a decision.
If we veered off his path, he just beat us into submission with a strap, belt, or whatever else he had handy.
Is that why you're doing all this? Because of what he did to you? I'm doing these boys a favor.
Doing what they can't do.
They should be thanking me.
By leaving them without fathers? I don't think so.
I think you ruined their lives.
And now your life's ruined.
Taking your brother down with you.
You're a real hero.
Way to go.
G.
, bring him this way.
Modified your little IED.
Tell us the target or you'll be joining your stepfather.
Ballsy to mess with another man's toys.
No, that implies inexperience.
I'm an explosives expert.
Who's the next target? I'll disarm it before you ever get there.
You can try.
I rearranged the wiring configuration.
You'll never figure it out, because I'm smarter than you.
Well, why don't I just step off it now and take us all to hell? - He doesn't have it in him.
- Well, it doesn't matter.
- It's too late anyway.
- We'll get it out of his mom.
Pin the crimes on her, say she was in on the whole thing.
Toss her in jail.
She seems tough.
She might last a week.
Mother had nothing to do with this.
You can argue that when she's serving hard time, okay? Who's the next target? Master Sergeant Shawn Lewis in Mid-City.
He deserves to die.
Just like you.
No, no, no.
- What did you do? - Guess he had it in him.
What did you do? - Kensi.
- What do you got? The next target.
Master Sergeant Shawn Lewis in Mid-City.
Eric's sending you the address.
Meet us there.
Copy that.
Eric, any luck with Lewis? Master Sergeant Lewis' phone is at his home, - but he's not answering.
- Keep trying.
- Got it.
- Hope we're not too late.
That's him.
That's Master Sergeant Lewis.
Pull over.
- Master Sergeant Lewis? - We're NCIS.
- You're the target of an attack.
- What are you talking about? We'll explain.
We have to get you off the street.
Can I stop by my house? I'm less than three miles away.
No can do.
That's where the attack may take place.
What? My son Brian is on the way there now.
- Well, then we need to go.
- Callen, we have Lewis.
But his son Brian is on his way to the house.
- He might be there already.
- Go.
Here now.
The back.
Brian.
Brian! What just happened? - Where's my dad? - He's safe.
He'll be here soon.
- How's the water? - Perfect.
Got off the phone with Officer Borders.
She sends her regards.
I don't know about you, but I am starving.
Thinking about that place in the marina.
Best brisket in town.
- Who's with me? - You buying? Oh, hell, I'll buy.
- Then I'm definitely in.
Sam? - I'll catch up with you guys.
Better hurry, because there are limits to Kensi's generosity.
- Okay, now you're buying.
- Oh, backfire.
Oh, is that you and the colonel? Killed him how I went Navy over Marines.
- It's weird.
- What's that? How someone can affect your life.
As gruff as he was, I'm still grateful for everything he did for me.
Well, sometimes it takes a rock and a feather for balance.
Hm.
- Brisket awaits, gentlemen.
- On our way.
- Rock or feather? - Both.
- Sulley.
- What's that? Went to my daughter's party as Sulley from Monsters, Inc.
Big blue creature, furry horns, you know? I never heard of him.
You have a photo? - Get out of here.
- You're not coming? No, no, no.
I'll catch up with you guys.
All right.
- Hello? - Colonel Hanna.
It's Sam.
Just thought I would call and see how you're doing.