NCIS Los Angeles s08e07 Episode Script
Crazy Train
1 Carcharodon carcharias, aka the great white shark.
Here's the liver.
Huge, isn't it? It's fatty, used for buoyancy, because sharks don't have swim bladders.
Here's the stomach.
Help me pull it out.
It can expand to fit whatever the shark eats, which can literally can be anything from (grunts) other sharks to old tires.
That looks like a face.
That's bizarre.
Let's have a look.
We should call the police.
Oh, my God.
MAN (over intercom): Mr.
Granger, please remain completely still.
Here we go.
(machine cranking, buzzing) NCIS: LA 8x07 Crazy Train @elderman Okay, would you rather lose your sex organs or have your lips cut off? Your 11-year-old daughter plays this game? Yeah, but she has questions like would you rather have the power of invisibility or flight? All right, this is dumb.
You're just stumped.
Flight.
You got to say why.
So I could fly to work and not have to be in the car playing this stupid game with you.
You're a natural.
- Deeks.
- Hmm? Power of invisibility or flight? Um yeah, I don't know.
I don't know.
That's a good one.
You sleep at the hospital again last night? Uh, yeah.
How is she? You know, she's the she's the same.
I mean, but she's better.
Better-- better is good.
Yeah, yeah, no, it is.
So-- would you rather have no knees or no elbows? Sam.
Mm.
You stumped? No elbows.
That way I could still run and shoot.
Wrong answer.
If you don't have elbows, you can't put food in your mouth.
You starve, you die.
Ah, touché, Sam.
We got a case.
So I win? Huh? It's beginner's luck.
So, the person posing as fish food was NSA access analyst Tad Larsen.
His remains were found in the stomach of a 12-foot great white that was captured by a fisherman's net off the coast of Huntington Beach yesterday morning.
From the digestion, can we tell what time he was eaten? According to Dr.
Miller, who found the body, 12 to 24 hours ago.
When was Larsen last seen? He was on assignment in San Diego with his superior, NSA analyst Bruce Carter.
But NSA hasn't heard from Carter.
ERIC: However, I was able to track him to an apartment in Long Beach.
Why hasn't he been checking in? Something's off.
Find Carter before he moves again.
Quickly.
And, uh stay out of the water.
CALLEN: Okay would you rather be eaten alive by a shark or a giant squid? I'm sorry I taught you this game.
(chuckles) ERIC: Hey, Carter left the apartment.
He's with a woman, headed directly towards you.
At least we know they haven't been eaten by a giant fish.
Bruce Carter, Agent Callen, NCIS.
You okay? What's going on? Can I see your ID? Okay, yeah, we need to keep moving.
Whoa, slow down a second.
We're here to help.
Uh okay, yeah, let's find someplace we can talk.
CALLEN: Let's go over here.
And you are? Jolene Townsend.
NSA finance and accounting analyst.
You know one of our coworkers was found inside of a shark this morning.
That's why we're here.
And another analyst has been missing for three days-- Gary Dill.
Any idea why this has happened? We were in San Diego because we discovered an ISIS cell in Mexico trying to get across the border.
Dill and Larsen tracked them from Syria to Germany to Mexico.
E-mail, text, phone conversations.
Then they realized ISIS had discovered the surveillance and somehow they tracked it back to Dill and Larsen.
If an ISIS cell found Larsen, it would be easy for them to extract information from him.
What kind of information? Our names.
ISIS going after NSA analysts.
That's audacious.
Our intelligence indicates they're trying to move at least a dozen agents across the border.
Well, what about this other analyst, Dill? You think he's dead, too? He hasn't responded to any communication.
Okay.
We'll take you into protective custody.
We're not staying in L.
A.
If you want to escort us to the airport, that would be helpful, but we're going back to Washington today.
Okay, whatever we can do to help.
- Eric.
- Yeah? We're looking for a Gary Dill.
Works for NSA as a tech.
Why don't you see if you can find him here or down in San Diego.
(tires screeching) Got it.
SAM: Gun! Move! Get down, get down! Get down, get down, get down! (gunshots continuing) Come on! Go, go, go! Anybody hit? No, we're okay.
You call this okay? (indistinct police radio chatter) ERIC: Sam, Callen, no sign of the shooter's car on any of the traffic cams.
I'm sending you a headshot.
Get me an ID.
On it.
Larsen and Dill had access to all of our personnel records-- home addresses, my husband's name.
He could have pulled pictures of my kids off of Facebook.
Okay, we're moving now.
NSA security has set up a pickup location.
Wait a minute.
This was a shooting incident.
The FBI will need to speak to you.
This is a classified case.
My agency is taking care of our security.
Let me go.
Let me go.
GRANGER (on comms): Let 'em go, Sam.
All right.
NELL: Using facial recognition, we found a man who matches Gary Dill's description.
He was court-ordered into a California Department of Mental Health hospital in Irvine to face evaluation after indecent exposure charges.
He was admitted under the name Noah Leipzig.
This happened three days ago, same time Larsen disappeared.
We sure it's him? ERIC: No, but an NSA access analyst could have the resources to backstop a fake identity.
Find out if it's real.
SAM: NSA share any other information about this ISIS cell? Radio silence.
They might be closing ranks after the security breach.
Well, we shouldn't wait.
If ISIS operatives are in Los Angeles going after an NSA agent They're protecting a large operation.
We need to go undercover at that hospital.
SAM: If it is Dill, we can get close to him, see what he knows about this ISIS cell.
Okay, flag on the play.
Intentional grounding.
Neither one of you can pull off crazy.
You're not going in, Deeks.
What? What are you talking about? Homeless Artie-- he-he hears voices, he has PTSD.
Even without Homeless Artie, Deeks is perfect for this assignment.
He's not wrong.
He has a personal obligation at the moment.
No deep-cover ops.
Sam will go in.
Me? (chuckles) You're the recluse with no long-term social attachments.
Callen, you do have issues.
Excuse me? I have access to your personnel file, your psych evaluations.
Knew it.
You're going in.
Get him backstopped and into the system.
Throw in a court-ordered psych evaluation for a double murder.
With a history of killing small animals.
Mm, that's so Callen.
Totally.
Good luck.
All right, stand tall.
Lift your knee.
Good.
You're doing well, Kensi, keep going.
I look like a drunk toddler.
Just a few more steps.
That's time.
That wasn't so bad, was it? One last thing for today.
Now that your spinal cord's been exposed to the sensory information of walking, I'm gonna have you try standing on your own.
You ready? Yeah.
Okay, concentrate on keeping your core strong and your back straight as you take your hands off the walker.
Sorry, I'll try that again.
Okay.
Take your time.
Nope.
Damn it.
Nope.
That's okay.
It takes a while.
Okay.
There you go.
Yup Ha-ha.
Okay, I can do better than that.
And you will.
That's enough for today.
No, no, I only stood up for, like, two seconds.
I can-I can keep going.
That's not how therapy works.
You do too much too soon, you can actually set yourself backwards.
Okay, look, I can't stand, I can't walk, I can't use my left hand.
How much worse could it get? Just look around you.
INTAKE NURSE: There are no cell phones, alcoholic beverages, drugs, cigarettes, poison, glue, firearms, weapons, cameras, recording devices, or pets allowed.
We find them, it's a crime.
And you will be prosecuted.
PATIENT: Set them up.
It's gonna be my move.
(indistinct P.
A.
announcement) (quietly): Here's the phone.
Thanks, man.
(indistinct conversations nearby) MAN: All right, you guys have about five minutes, then we're going to lock it up.
Let's go.
I got to be the first call.
Just chill out, man.
I just got the thing.
Look at this guy.
I love this guy.
Hey, buddy.
You're growing a beard.
Don't you know if you keep letting it grow it's gonna take over your whole face.
MAN (over P.
A.
): Officer Howard to Admin.
Officer Howard to Admin.
Well, I'm never surfing again.
What did you find? My buddy at the LAPD Gang and Narcotics Division said the Banuelos cartel has recently been putting people into the ocean, chumming the water to attract sharks To get them to talk.
Exactly.
How messed up is that? Ugh.
ISIS could have been working with the Banuelos cartel.
Using their drug tunnels to transport men and/or weapons across the border.
That means the ISIS cell may not be in the U.
S.
yet.
Using the cartel to do their dirty work.
If Larsen's in the water surrounded by sharks Then he definitely gave up everything he knew about his team.
Can you blame him? No.
I'd like to make a phone call.
You have an hour for the week.
Put your ID badge here.
(monitor beeps) Clock's running, go ahead.
(phone buttons beeping) (line rings) (phone rings) (phone ringing nearby) You stole my phone.
No.
No, no, no, no.
I have no idea how this got in here.
(grunts) You come near my room or my stuff I'll bite your nose off.
I didn't take it.
I've bitten people's noses off before, I will do it (grunting) Xanax dose a little low? You leave him alone.
(panting): It's three on one, B.
I'll take you all at once or one at a time.
(grunting) I guess that makes it two on one, B.
Nah.
Looks like one on one, B.
You stay away from my stuff.
Thanks.
I don't like bullies.
David Earl.
Noah Leipzig Uh, nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, Noah.
But there are other patients who say that you're aggressive.
One man's aggressive is another man's assertive.
Maybe instead of this, can we talk about getting back the Foosball table? Yeah, everybody really liked Foosball.
Besides, who's saying I'm aggressive? I don't even talk to half you people.
Foosball was causing arguments, so I removed it.
Okay, let's move on.
Noah.
Have you continued to have paranoid thoughts about the government? That was a private discussion from our session.
It will help you to have it come out publicly, so everyone here can help you with this.
Do you still think the government is trying to kill you? Yes.
I mean, not the whole government, just some people in it.
Why? (sighs) I told you, I know things, okay? But how could you know secret things about the government, Noah? This is paranoia.
I don't think he's paranoid.
Mr.
David Earl, welcome.
Do you know Noah? No, but I believe him.
And I think it's wrong that you're just dismissing him.
We're working through our issues.
You're working through, or you're judging? Now, what about your issues? You want to throw those out in the circle and have them picked apart and ridiculed? What about you, Dr.
, uh, Tannen? Kind of a slight build.
Bet you got picked on when you were little, didn't you? But your parents didn't support you.
So you came up with a whole superiority complex to try and cope with it.
How close am I? (clapping) (laughing) SAM: We're just a little concerned.
I'm all right, man.
And considering the circumstances, Kensi is all right.
HETTY: Mr.
Deeks, the first solution to the problem is an honest assessment of the problem.
I understand, and I'm doing that.
SAM: No, you're not.
What? You're not okay.
And she most definitely is not okay.
I've seen people go through this before.
It's brutal.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Maybe.
But it isn't right now.
We want to offer you time off.
I don't need time off.
ERIC: Sorry to interrupt.
It's about the case.
Go on.
We cross-checked NSA, CIA, FBI, DHS None have a current investigation of ISIS agents attempting to cross the U.
S.
-Mexican border.
None? Nada.
I want to have another conversation with Carter.
We don't know where he is.
You don't, but I do.
When he got squirrelly this morning, I put a tracker on him.
HETTY: Very nice, Mr.
Hanna.
By all means, bring him in.
I'll go with you.
(phone buzzing) Everything okay? Yeah.
It's Kensi's therapist.
She just had a tough morning.
You go.
Granger will do it with me.
No.
She's fine.
Let's go talk to Carter; I'll head over after.
Okay.
(knock on door) Hey.
That was amazing.
(chuckles) I don't think I'm gonna get a very good evaluation.
Come on in.
By the way, I know what you were feeling.
I once thought my phone was tapped.
It was.
(chuckling): I don't think so.
No.
I'm telling you it was.
Why are they after you? Like I said, I know things.
Are you in here 'cause you're hiding from them? DANTE: Hey, Davey.
I need to talk to both of you.
Then talk.
Say it like we practiced.
(Dante sighs) I just want to say that I'm really sorry about earlier.
Noah, I would never, ever bite your nose off.
I'm not that kind of guy.
It's okay.
And you seem like such a great guy.
I would just love to sit and talk and share our stories.
Yeah share some stories sometime.
Yeah? Yeah, okay, cool, man.
Come on.
Give me a hug.
Yeah.
Okay, that's great.
All right.
DANTE: See? CALLEN: Yeah, that's-that's great.
(car engine revving) SAM: Oh.
Thought you'd be in Washington by now.
We're on our way.
Where's your NSA security team? I'm not answering any more questions.
Oh, then you're not on your way.
(engine stops) You know, you can tell a whole lot about a person by how they pack.
Th-That's an illegal search.
That is legitimately funny coming from the NSA.
DEEKS: Wow.
They got five, six, seven burn phones.
Uh Sam, I got a gun.
Oh Hands on the wheel.
Hands on the dash.
Don't move.
DEEKS: Sam.
Take a look at this.
Oh.
Clearly, we are working for the wrong government agency.
A volunteer will bring you back up.
Thank you.
Just flag one down.
(grunts) (groans) (exhales) (groans) (panting) (chuckling) Ooh! Sh Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just stay there while I get a nurse.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, hold on, hold on.
Um, can you just help me back in the chair? - Okay.
- Okay.
All right (groaning) (grunting) Okay.
Okay, we got you.
(groaning) Oh (groans) Are you sure you don't want me to get someone else? I'm good.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
If you change your mind, I'm just over there finishing up my lunch.
Thank you so much, thank you.
(sighing) So, we finally got our ID on the dead shooter.
We were looking in all the wrong places until Deeks mentioned the drug cartel.
His name is Antonio Martinez.
The shooter wasn't ISIS.
He's Mexican and a member of the Banuelos cartel.
(door opens) I need to make my superiors at the NSA aware of my circumstance.
Oh, so they can sweep in here, play the top secret card, and pull you out? Something like that, yeah.
The shooters who were after you, they aren't ISIS.
They were members of the Banuelos drug cartel.
ISIS could have put a contract out on us.
Where'd the money in the car come from? It's NSA payout money for informants.
Some very high paid informants.
Call the agency.
Believe me, it's all accounted for.
I call the agency, they find out you're here.
They pull you out, I don't get any of my questions answered.
Bruce, I've been doing this a long time.
I know when I'm hearing lies of omission.
ERIC: Guys, we can't find any connection between Carter and the Banuelos cartel.
But the NSA released an extensive intelligence report in July on the cartel produced by-- wait for it-- Jolene Townsend.
You wrote a report on the Banuelos cartel last year.
I write a lot of reports.
Interpreting financial intelligence is-is my job.
Well, the shooter who tried to kill you was from the Banuelos cartel.
Really? Yes, really.
Tell me about the money in the trunk.
I never saw it before.
It had to be Bruce's.
(whistles) Wow.
She didn't just throw him under the bus-- she put it in reverse and then backed over him.
SAM: What would you say if I told you Jolene Townsend said the money in the car was yours? She didn't know about the payout money.
I wouldn't keep playing this hand.
It's time to fold, Bruce.
She sold you out without even a second thought.
Right.
I've been married for 22 years.
Completely faithful.
And then last week when Larsen and Dill went missing, Jolene came on to me.
I work for NCIS, not the morality police.
Tell me something I care about.
The cartel was going after her and Larsen.
Why? Ask her about federal civil asset forfeiture law.
The state seizing the assets associated with a crime.
Like taking the money from a drug cartel.
That's right.
And she was really good at it.
So you knew the names, phone numbers, and addresses of all the major players in the Banuelos cartel? Yeah.
What about bank accounts? Yeah.
So with the help of your computer geek, Larsen, you could transfer money out of those accounts as easily as pulling cash out of an ATM.
And don't tell me the cash was used to fund NSA investigations, 'cause that balloon is gonna pop before you even start to blow it up.
(sighs) This whole thing has nothing to do with ISIS.
Basically, it's just cops robbing drug dealers, which is a story that's been around as long as As long as there's been cops and drug dealers.
NELL: So, it looks like Jolene has a few shell companies with offshore accounts, totaling around $17 million.
She just wasn't counting on the cartels hunting her down.
What about Dill? Well, we don't even know if Leipzig is Dill.
All right, Deeks, this is over.
Process Carter and Townsend to the FBI and get back to the hospital.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thanks.
(door opens, shuts) I'll go pull Callen out, bring in Leipzig.
See what he knows.
(indistinct chatter) You got twos and jacks.
So, what'd you do to get in here? I went shopping in Whole Foods naked.
I told 'em I had no money for clothes after spending it all on their food.
(chuckles) You're not crazy at all.
You've got a four-five-six-seven run in hearts, three kings, and you need a three of spades for gin.
You're not crazy either.
That's what scares me.
MAN: Come on, let's see your arm.
MAN 2: Man, not so rough.
MAN 1: Let's go.
MAN 2: What? Your ID band.
Let me see.
You ever seen those guys before? No.
Never.
Okay, look, I think I might need your help.
My real name is Gary Dill.
You work for the NSA.
My name's Callen.
I'm an NCIS agent.
I was guessing FBI.
I discovered a coworker named Larsen and his boss, Jolene Townsend, were stealing money from the bank account of a Mexican drug dealer named Eduardo Banuelos.
So why are you hiding out? Because I helped Larsen break through the Mexican bank's security.
I was told it was an authorized NSA investigation.
Turns out it was common thievery.
Well, if you want to call $17 million common.
In case those guys aren't orderlies, let's get you out of here.
GRANGER: What have we got? Going through Townsend's phones, we found two text messages to Tijuana, Mexico, one with Gary Dill's name and the address of the state mental hospital.
She must've used NSA resources to find him and then leaked Dill's location to the cartel.
So she's trying to pin it on him.
And Dill being dead would make that a whole lot easier.
How close is Sam to the hospital? ERIC: Um, ten minutes.
- Tell him to get there in six.
- Yeah.
We need your guys' help.
Hey.
What are brothers for, right? (men speaking indistinctly) Looking for Leipzig.
MAN: He's not here.
(speaking indistinctly) Got to move.
Didn't we leave this door open? Hey, hey.
You-you got you got to help my friend.
You got to help my friend.
I-I need my meds.
I need my meds.
I b-blew my head off with a shotgun, and now I got no head, man.
I'm freaking out, man! Get away from me, you crazy bastard.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
The only people that can call crazy people crazy are crazy people.
That just shows how ignorant you Okay, call me crazy.
He's got a gun.
MAN: No way.
(rattling) Get security out here! Find a guard, find a guard! Get security! Guard! (indistinct shouting) Don't move.
Let me see your hands.
Noah Leipzig.
Or is it Gary Dill? Come with us.
Move! How long ago was it? It was just before you got here, like five minutes.
And he switched ID bands with you? Yes.
They think he's me.
Eric, Nell, you get into those security cameras yet? We're scrubbing through now.
Callen had a GPS tracker, but we're not seeing the signal.
Sam, they took Callen in a black GMC cargo van.
(gulls crying in distance) (speaks Spanish) This is him, boss.
(grunting) (motor whirring) ERIC: I got some intermittent hits from the tracker.
It was a weak signal from Newport Beach near the Balboa Marina.
M.
O.
of the cartel is to put people in the ocean to interrogate 'em.
Keep looking for that signal.
Nell.
Yeah.
I'm sending you a contact for Tom Olsen.
He's a former SEAL teammate.
I want you to tell him to have his boat geared up and ready to go.
I'm on it.
(groans softly) (grunts) Mr.
Dill, you like to fish? Not so much.
Smell makes me a little queasy.
Ah.
I like to fish.
Only I use humans as bait.
You look like you'd make a supersized meal.
Why don't you jump in? You really want to make fat jokes? Look, I didn't take your money, okay? But I know who did.
Jolene Townsend says it was you.
And my guys tell me that it was your personal computer that hacked into my bank, okay? So where's my money? Anybody ever tell you you look like a Mexican Chevy Chase? Hey, I meant it as a compliment.
The only reason you're alive now is the chance that you can help me get my $17 million back.
Look, let's just go just go back in.
I can take you to Townsend.
Put him in the water.
(grunts) ERIC: Sam, we had Callen's tracker, but we just lost it.
(tires screech) They probably put him in the water, that's why you lost the signal.
Send me that last GPS location.
Boat's ready to go.
Thank you.
You know I've got Internet out here.
You give me an account number, I check it's good, I might take you back to the dock.
You got Internet? We gotta Netflix Caddyshack.
Chevy Chase, comic genius.
Your friend Larsen wasn't so funny.
He's not my friend, okay? He and Townsend set me up.
You know, the sharks bit off Larsen's leg.
But he kept treading water.
Huh? Imagine trying to swim while you watch a shark eat your own leg.
Can't say I'm going to enjoy that.
They're just over a mile away.
I don't want to get too close and spook 'em.
That boat can be in Mexican waters inside an hour.
Besides, we used to do two miles before breakfast.
Wish I could come with.
You and me both.
They're here! (panting) BANUELOS: Oh, not too big.
It's gonna be a lot of little bites, huh? (chomps) You have an account number for me? Even if I did, you're not going to pull me out.
You're right.
You give me the account number, I shoot you in the head, don't let you get eaten alive, huh? (panting, gasps) (men laughing) Listo! Wow, it's going to go fast now.
I can't remember if I'm supposed to punch them in the nose or in the gills.
(gasps) (man laughs, speaking Spanish) (muffled grunting) (man speaks Spanish) (gunshot, man grunts) (grunts) Federal agents! Down on the deck! Drop the weapon! (panting) You see those sharks? Just babies-- couldn't even take a finger.
You should've seen the size of the ones I scared off.
Thanks, guys.
Mm-hmm.
We got 'em.
It's over.
Uh, what about Townsend? Turned over to the FBI.
I spoke to NSA.
They want to debrief you, get you back on the job.
Thank you.
Let's get you out of here.
DANTE: Hey.
What just happened? Who are you? All I can tell you gentlemen is that Noah here is not paranoid.
I knew you wasn't crazy.
You know what? Neither are you guys.
(laughs softly) Hey, maybe we can all hang out when I get out of here.
Like, see a movie.
No can do, my friend.
I mean, it would mean that I'd have to tell you my true identity, and then I'd have to kill you.
(laughs) (laughs) Hey, you guys did a great job.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, there's a, uh a new Foosball table on its way tomorrow.
Yes! That is so cool of you, man.
Thank you.
Thank you, really.
For everything.
You guys take care of yourselves.
(indistinct announcement over P.
A.
) That dude's fun.
DEEKS: Kens.
Are you okay? Yeah.
Why? What happened to your leg? Oh.
Uh Must've happened when I fell.
You fell? Doing what? Trying to stand.
(sighs) That a girl.
(whistles) You didn't feel that? No, because the leg that works doesn't feel and the leg that feels doesn't work.
Right.
That's a pretty nice cut.
You're going to need sutures, which means we should probably clean this before it gets infected, okay? Or you should've just left me out there.
Yeah.
No, I definitely I thought about that.
I wanted to, it's just that, you know, Hetty would be livid if I threw away a perfectly good agent.
I'm not kidding.
Okay.
Listen, you are going to live happily ever after.
Okay, and if I would've left you over there, you would've died and then I would be here by myself, and that just sounds dreadful.
How much of the stuff that happened in the coma do you remember? I don't know.
I real-- I really don't.
I mix memories and drea I don't know.
Well, we should probably do this again.
I've been walking around with this thing in my pocket for weeks.
I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose it.
So now seems like the Oh, no, no, no.
Kensi Marie Blye No.
No, no.
Don't do this right now.
Why? Not like this.
You don't like it? I love it, it's beautiful.
It's really beautiful.
I envisioned it differently in my head.
At some point I thought I was going to ride in on a big white horse and I would be shirtless, (laughs) 'cause that's awesome.
And then just a road full of rose petals.
Listen, the details are inconsequential.
What's important is I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I I'm not going to do I'm not going to do it like this.
It isn't fair.
I'm not doing it.
Like what? Like this, Deeks.
Like this.
In this thing.
In this stupid thing.
Okay, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Listen.
You're not going to be in a wheelchair.
You understand? And if you were, it wouldn't matter to me 'cause I want to spend the rest of my Stop.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
It doesn't matter.
I love you.
It matters to me.
I am not doing this to you.
It is not fair.
Take me back to my room.
(sniffles) Take me back.
Okay.
All right.
You want to hang onto it? 'Cause I'm probably going to lose it.
Deeks, take me back.
Okay.
All right.
Don't smile.
Don't you dare smile.
I love you.
One, two, three.
Swing that leg.
There you go.
I got you.
And one, two, three, up.
Okay, baby girl.
(sighs) Okay.
You all right? These can't be comfortable.
Let's get those off.
All right.
I'll get a, uh, nurse to take a look at that cut and we'll clean it up.
HETTY: Owen? Care to join me? Thanks.
Sit.
Don't mind if I do.
You know, you may be able to fool the kids with this "cold" business of yours but I know you, and you look and sound worse than when we pulled you out of Laos.
Doctors They're like lawyers with knives.
They're still trying to figure this out.
But it's probably just a lifetime of bad decisions-- smoking, drinking.
My time in the triangle.
Agent Orange? Owen, I'm so sorry.
Listen, nobody gets out of here alive.
We both know that.
And we should be grateful we made it this long.
Ain't that the truth.
(sighs) @elderman
Here's the liver.
Huge, isn't it? It's fatty, used for buoyancy, because sharks don't have swim bladders.
Here's the stomach.
Help me pull it out.
It can expand to fit whatever the shark eats, which can literally can be anything from (grunts) other sharks to old tires.
That looks like a face.
That's bizarre.
Let's have a look.
We should call the police.
Oh, my God.
MAN (over intercom): Mr.
Granger, please remain completely still.
Here we go.
(machine cranking, buzzing) NCIS: LA 8x07 Crazy Train @elderman Okay, would you rather lose your sex organs or have your lips cut off? Your 11-year-old daughter plays this game? Yeah, but she has questions like would you rather have the power of invisibility or flight? All right, this is dumb.
You're just stumped.
Flight.
You got to say why.
So I could fly to work and not have to be in the car playing this stupid game with you.
You're a natural.
- Deeks.
- Hmm? Power of invisibility or flight? Um yeah, I don't know.
I don't know.
That's a good one.
You sleep at the hospital again last night? Uh, yeah.
How is she? You know, she's the she's the same.
I mean, but she's better.
Better-- better is good.
Yeah, yeah, no, it is.
So-- would you rather have no knees or no elbows? Sam.
Mm.
You stumped? No elbows.
That way I could still run and shoot.
Wrong answer.
If you don't have elbows, you can't put food in your mouth.
You starve, you die.
Ah, touché, Sam.
We got a case.
So I win? Huh? It's beginner's luck.
So, the person posing as fish food was NSA access analyst Tad Larsen.
His remains were found in the stomach of a 12-foot great white that was captured by a fisherman's net off the coast of Huntington Beach yesterday morning.
From the digestion, can we tell what time he was eaten? According to Dr.
Miller, who found the body, 12 to 24 hours ago.
When was Larsen last seen? He was on assignment in San Diego with his superior, NSA analyst Bruce Carter.
But NSA hasn't heard from Carter.
ERIC: However, I was able to track him to an apartment in Long Beach.
Why hasn't he been checking in? Something's off.
Find Carter before he moves again.
Quickly.
And, uh stay out of the water.
CALLEN: Okay would you rather be eaten alive by a shark or a giant squid? I'm sorry I taught you this game.
(chuckles) ERIC: Hey, Carter left the apartment.
He's with a woman, headed directly towards you.
At least we know they haven't been eaten by a giant fish.
Bruce Carter, Agent Callen, NCIS.
You okay? What's going on? Can I see your ID? Okay, yeah, we need to keep moving.
Whoa, slow down a second.
We're here to help.
Uh okay, yeah, let's find someplace we can talk.
CALLEN: Let's go over here.
And you are? Jolene Townsend.
NSA finance and accounting analyst.
You know one of our coworkers was found inside of a shark this morning.
That's why we're here.
And another analyst has been missing for three days-- Gary Dill.
Any idea why this has happened? We were in San Diego because we discovered an ISIS cell in Mexico trying to get across the border.
Dill and Larsen tracked them from Syria to Germany to Mexico.
E-mail, text, phone conversations.
Then they realized ISIS had discovered the surveillance and somehow they tracked it back to Dill and Larsen.
If an ISIS cell found Larsen, it would be easy for them to extract information from him.
What kind of information? Our names.
ISIS going after NSA analysts.
That's audacious.
Our intelligence indicates they're trying to move at least a dozen agents across the border.
Well, what about this other analyst, Dill? You think he's dead, too? He hasn't responded to any communication.
Okay.
We'll take you into protective custody.
We're not staying in L.
A.
If you want to escort us to the airport, that would be helpful, but we're going back to Washington today.
Okay, whatever we can do to help.
- Eric.
- Yeah? We're looking for a Gary Dill.
Works for NSA as a tech.
Why don't you see if you can find him here or down in San Diego.
(tires screeching) Got it.
SAM: Gun! Move! Get down, get down! Get down, get down, get down! (gunshots continuing) Come on! Go, go, go! Anybody hit? No, we're okay.
You call this okay? (indistinct police radio chatter) ERIC: Sam, Callen, no sign of the shooter's car on any of the traffic cams.
I'm sending you a headshot.
Get me an ID.
On it.
Larsen and Dill had access to all of our personnel records-- home addresses, my husband's name.
He could have pulled pictures of my kids off of Facebook.
Okay, we're moving now.
NSA security has set up a pickup location.
Wait a minute.
This was a shooting incident.
The FBI will need to speak to you.
This is a classified case.
My agency is taking care of our security.
Let me go.
Let me go.
GRANGER (on comms): Let 'em go, Sam.
All right.
NELL: Using facial recognition, we found a man who matches Gary Dill's description.
He was court-ordered into a California Department of Mental Health hospital in Irvine to face evaluation after indecent exposure charges.
He was admitted under the name Noah Leipzig.
This happened three days ago, same time Larsen disappeared.
We sure it's him? ERIC: No, but an NSA access analyst could have the resources to backstop a fake identity.
Find out if it's real.
SAM: NSA share any other information about this ISIS cell? Radio silence.
They might be closing ranks after the security breach.
Well, we shouldn't wait.
If ISIS operatives are in Los Angeles going after an NSA agent They're protecting a large operation.
We need to go undercover at that hospital.
SAM: If it is Dill, we can get close to him, see what he knows about this ISIS cell.
Okay, flag on the play.
Intentional grounding.
Neither one of you can pull off crazy.
You're not going in, Deeks.
What? What are you talking about? Homeless Artie-- he-he hears voices, he has PTSD.
Even without Homeless Artie, Deeks is perfect for this assignment.
He's not wrong.
He has a personal obligation at the moment.
No deep-cover ops.
Sam will go in.
Me? (chuckles) You're the recluse with no long-term social attachments.
Callen, you do have issues.
Excuse me? I have access to your personnel file, your psych evaluations.
Knew it.
You're going in.
Get him backstopped and into the system.
Throw in a court-ordered psych evaluation for a double murder.
With a history of killing small animals.
Mm, that's so Callen.
Totally.
Good luck.
All right, stand tall.
Lift your knee.
Good.
You're doing well, Kensi, keep going.
I look like a drunk toddler.
Just a few more steps.
That's time.
That wasn't so bad, was it? One last thing for today.
Now that your spinal cord's been exposed to the sensory information of walking, I'm gonna have you try standing on your own.
You ready? Yeah.
Okay, concentrate on keeping your core strong and your back straight as you take your hands off the walker.
Sorry, I'll try that again.
Okay.
Take your time.
Nope.
Damn it.
Nope.
That's okay.
It takes a while.
Okay.
There you go.
Yup Ha-ha.
Okay, I can do better than that.
And you will.
That's enough for today.
No, no, I only stood up for, like, two seconds.
I can-I can keep going.
That's not how therapy works.
You do too much too soon, you can actually set yourself backwards.
Okay, look, I can't stand, I can't walk, I can't use my left hand.
How much worse could it get? Just look around you.
INTAKE NURSE: There are no cell phones, alcoholic beverages, drugs, cigarettes, poison, glue, firearms, weapons, cameras, recording devices, or pets allowed.
We find them, it's a crime.
And you will be prosecuted.
PATIENT: Set them up.
It's gonna be my move.
(indistinct P.
A.
announcement) (quietly): Here's the phone.
Thanks, man.
(indistinct conversations nearby) MAN: All right, you guys have about five minutes, then we're going to lock it up.
Let's go.
I got to be the first call.
Just chill out, man.
I just got the thing.
Look at this guy.
I love this guy.
Hey, buddy.
You're growing a beard.
Don't you know if you keep letting it grow it's gonna take over your whole face.
MAN (over P.
A.
): Officer Howard to Admin.
Officer Howard to Admin.
Well, I'm never surfing again.
What did you find? My buddy at the LAPD Gang and Narcotics Division said the Banuelos cartel has recently been putting people into the ocean, chumming the water to attract sharks To get them to talk.
Exactly.
How messed up is that? Ugh.
ISIS could have been working with the Banuelos cartel.
Using their drug tunnels to transport men and/or weapons across the border.
That means the ISIS cell may not be in the U.
S.
yet.
Using the cartel to do their dirty work.
If Larsen's in the water surrounded by sharks Then he definitely gave up everything he knew about his team.
Can you blame him? No.
I'd like to make a phone call.
You have an hour for the week.
Put your ID badge here.
(monitor beeps) Clock's running, go ahead.
(phone buttons beeping) (line rings) (phone rings) (phone ringing nearby) You stole my phone.
No.
No, no, no, no.
I have no idea how this got in here.
(grunts) You come near my room or my stuff I'll bite your nose off.
I didn't take it.
I've bitten people's noses off before, I will do it (grunting) Xanax dose a little low? You leave him alone.
(panting): It's three on one, B.
I'll take you all at once or one at a time.
(grunting) I guess that makes it two on one, B.
Nah.
Looks like one on one, B.
You stay away from my stuff.
Thanks.
I don't like bullies.
David Earl.
Noah Leipzig Uh, nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, Noah.
But there are other patients who say that you're aggressive.
One man's aggressive is another man's assertive.
Maybe instead of this, can we talk about getting back the Foosball table? Yeah, everybody really liked Foosball.
Besides, who's saying I'm aggressive? I don't even talk to half you people.
Foosball was causing arguments, so I removed it.
Okay, let's move on.
Noah.
Have you continued to have paranoid thoughts about the government? That was a private discussion from our session.
It will help you to have it come out publicly, so everyone here can help you with this.
Do you still think the government is trying to kill you? Yes.
I mean, not the whole government, just some people in it.
Why? (sighs) I told you, I know things, okay? But how could you know secret things about the government, Noah? This is paranoia.
I don't think he's paranoid.
Mr.
David Earl, welcome.
Do you know Noah? No, but I believe him.
And I think it's wrong that you're just dismissing him.
We're working through our issues.
You're working through, or you're judging? Now, what about your issues? You want to throw those out in the circle and have them picked apart and ridiculed? What about you, Dr.
, uh, Tannen? Kind of a slight build.
Bet you got picked on when you were little, didn't you? But your parents didn't support you.
So you came up with a whole superiority complex to try and cope with it.
How close am I? (clapping) (laughing) SAM: We're just a little concerned.
I'm all right, man.
And considering the circumstances, Kensi is all right.
HETTY: Mr.
Deeks, the first solution to the problem is an honest assessment of the problem.
I understand, and I'm doing that.
SAM: No, you're not.
What? You're not okay.
And she most definitely is not okay.
I've seen people go through this before.
It's brutal.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Maybe.
But it isn't right now.
We want to offer you time off.
I don't need time off.
ERIC: Sorry to interrupt.
It's about the case.
Go on.
We cross-checked NSA, CIA, FBI, DHS None have a current investigation of ISIS agents attempting to cross the U.
S.
-Mexican border.
None? Nada.
I want to have another conversation with Carter.
We don't know where he is.
You don't, but I do.
When he got squirrelly this morning, I put a tracker on him.
HETTY: Very nice, Mr.
Hanna.
By all means, bring him in.
I'll go with you.
(phone buzzing) Everything okay? Yeah.
It's Kensi's therapist.
She just had a tough morning.
You go.
Granger will do it with me.
No.
She's fine.
Let's go talk to Carter; I'll head over after.
Okay.
(knock on door) Hey.
That was amazing.
(chuckles) I don't think I'm gonna get a very good evaluation.
Come on in.
By the way, I know what you were feeling.
I once thought my phone was tapped.
It was.
(chuckling): I don't think so.
No.
I'm telling you it was.
Why are they after you? Like I said, I know things.
Are you in here 'cause you're hiding from them? DANTE: Hey, Davey.
I need to talk to both of you.
Then talk.
Say it like we practiced.
(Dante sighs) I just want to say that I'm really sorry about earlier.
Noah, I would never, ever bite your nose off.
I'm not that kind of guy.
It's okay.
And you seem like such a great guy.
I would just love to sit and talk and share our stories.
Yeah share some stories sometime.
Yeah? Yeah, okay, cool, man.
Come on.
Give me a hug.
Yeah.
Okay, that's great.
All right.
DANTE: See? CALLEN: Yeah, that's-that's great.
(car engine revving) SAM: Oh.
Thought you'd be in Washington by now.
We're on our way.
Where's your NSA security team? I'm not answering any more questions.
Oh, then you're not on your way.
(engine stops) You know, you can tell a whole lot about a person by how they pack.
Th-That's an illegal search.
That is legitimately funny coming from the NSA.
DEEKS: Wow.
They got five, six, seven burn phones.
Uh Sam, I got a gun.
Oh Hands on the wheel.
Hands on the dash.
Don't move.
DEEKS: Sam.
Take a look at this.
Oh.
Clearly, we are working for the wrong government agency.
A volunteer will bring you back up.
Thank you.
Just flag one down.
(grunts) (groans) (exhales) (groans) (panting) (chuckling) Ooh! Sh Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just stay there while I get a nurse.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, hold on, hold on.
Um, can you just help me back in the chair? - Okay.
- Okay.
All right (groaning) (grunting) Okay.
Okay, we got you.
(groaning) Oh (groans) Are you sure you don't want me to get someone else? I'm good.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
If you change your mind, I'm just over there finishing up my lunch.
Thank you so much, thank you.
(sighing) So, we finally got our ID on the dead shooter.
We were looking in all the wrong places until Deeks mentioned the drug cartel.
His name is Antonio Martinez.
The shooter wasn't ISIS.
He's Mexican and a member of the Banuelos cartel.
(door opens) I need to make my superiors at the NSA aware of my circumstance.
Oh, so they can sweep in here, play the top secret card, and pull you out? Something like that, yeah.
The shooters who were after you, they aren't ISIS.
They were members of the Banuelos drug cartel.
ISIS could have put a contract out on us.
Where'd the money in the car come from? It's NSA payout money for informants.
Some very high paid informants.
Call the agency.
Believe me, it's all accounted for.
I call the agency, they find out you're here.
They pull you out, I don't get any of my questions answered.
Bruce, I've been doing this a long time.
I know when I'm hearing lies of omission.
ERIC: Guys, we can't find any connection between Carter and the Banuelos cartel.
But the NSA released an extensive intelligence report in July on the cartel produced by-- wait for it-- Jolene Townsend.
You wrote a report on the Banuelos cartel last year.
I write a lot of reports.
Interpreting financial intelligence is-is my job.
Well, the shooter who tried to kill you was from the Banuelos cartel.
Really? Yes, really.
Tell me about the money in the trunk.
I never saw it before.
It had to be Bruce's.
(whistles) Wow.
She didn't just throw him under the bus-- she put it in reverse and then backed over him.
SAM: What would you say if I told you Jolene Townsend said the money in the car was yours? She didn't know about the payout money.
I wouldn't keep playing this hand.
It's time to fold, Bruce.
She sold you out without even a second thought.
Right.
I've been married for 22 years.
Completely faithful.
And then last week when Larsen and Dill went missing, Jolene came on to me.
I work for NCIS, not the morality police.
Tell me something I care about.
The cartel was going after her and Larsen.
Why? Ask her about federal civil asset forfeiture law.
The state seizing the assets associated with a crime.
Like taking the money from a drug cartel.
That's right.
And she was really good at it.
So you knew the names, phone numbers, and addresses of all the major players in the Banuelos cartel? Yeah.
What about bank accounts? Yeah.
So with the help of your computer geek, Larsen, you could transfer money out of those accounts as easily as pulling cash out of an ATM.
And don't tell me the cash was used to fund NSA investigations, 'cause that balloon is gonna pop before you even start to blow it up.
(sighs) This whole thing has nothing to do with ISIS.
Basically, it's just cops robbing drug dealers, which is a story that's been around as long as As long as there's been cops and drug dealers.
NELL: So, it looks like Jolene has a few shell companies with offshore accounts, totaling around $17 million.
She just wasn't counting on the cartels hunting her down.
What about Dill? Well, we don't even know if Leipzig is Dill.
All right, Deeks, this is over.
Process Carter and Townsend to the FBI and get back to the hospital.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thanks.
(door opens, shuts) I'll go pull Callen out, bring in Leipzig.
See what he knows.
(indistinct chatter) You got twos and jacks.
So, what'd you do to get in here? I went shopping in Whole Foods naked.
I told 'em I had no money for clothes after spending it all on their food.
(chuckles) You're not crazy at all.
You've got a four-five-six-seven run in hearts, three kings, and you need a three of spades for gin.
You're not crazy either.
That's what scares me.
MAN: Come on, let's see your arm.
MAN 2: Man, not so rough.
MAN 1: Let's go.
MAN 2: What? Your ID band.
Let me see.
You ever seen those guys before? No.
Never.
Okay, look, I think I might need your help.
My real name is Gary Dill.
You work for the NSA.
My name's Callen.
I'm an NCIS agent.
I was guessing FBI.
I discovered a coworker named Larsen and his boss, Jolene Townsend, were stealing money from the bank account of a Mexican drug dealer named Eduardo Banuelos.
So why are you hiding out? Because I helped Larsen break through the Mexican bank's security.
I was told it was an authorized NSA investigation.
Turns out it was common thievery.
Well, if you want to call $17 million common.
In case those guys aren't orderlies, let's get you out of here.
GRANGER: What have we got? Going through Townsend's phones, we found two text messages to Tijuana, Mexico, one with Gary Dill's name and the address of the state mental hospital.
She must've used NSA resources to find him and then leaked Dill's location to the cartel.
So she's trying to pin it on him.
And Dill being dead would make that a whole lot easier.
How close is Sam to the hospital? ERIC: Um, ten minutes.
- Tell him to get there in six.
- Yeah.
We need your guys' help.
Hey.
What are brothers for, right? (men speaking indistinctly) Looking for Leipzig.
MAN: He's not here.
(speaking indistinctly) Got to move.
Didn't we leave this door open? Hey, hey.
You-you got you got to help my friend.
You got to help my friend.
I-I need my meds.
I need my meds.
I b-blew my head off with a shotgun, and now I got no head, man.
I'm freaking out, man! Get away from me, you crazy bastard.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
The only people that can call crazy people crazy are crazy people.
That just shows how ignorant you Okay, call me crazy.
He's got a gun.
MAN: No way.
(rattling) Get security out here! Find a guard, find a guard! Get security! Guard! (indistinct shouting) Don't move.
Let me see your hands.
Noah Leipzig.
Or is it Gary Dill? Come with us.
Move! How long ago was it? It was just before you got here, like five minutes.
And he switched ID bands with you? Yes.
They think he's me.
Eric, Nell, you get into those security cameras yet? We're scrubbing through now.
Callen had a GPS tracker, but we're not seeing the signal.
Sam, they took Callen in a black GMC cargo van.
(gulls crying in distance) (speaks Spanish) This is him, boss.
(grunting) (motor whirring) ERIC: I got some intermittent hits from the tracker.
It was a weak signal from Newport Beach near the Balboa Marina.
M.
O.
of the cartel is to put people in the ocean to interrogate 'em.
Keep looking for that signal.
Nell.
Yeah.
I'm sending you a contact for Tom Olsen.
He's a former SEAL teammate.
I want you to tell him to have his boat geared up and ready to go.
I'm on it.
(groans softly) (grunts) Mr.
Dill, you like to fish? Not so much.
Smell makes me a little queasy.
Ah.
I like to fish.
Only I use humans as bait.
You look like you'd make a supersized meal.
Why don't you jump in? You really want to make fat jokes? Look, I didn't take your money, okay? But I know who did.
Jolene Townsend says it was you.
And my guys tell me that it was your personal computer that hacked into my bank, okay? So where's my money? Anybody ever tell you you look like a Mexican Chevy Chase? Hey, I meant it as a compliment.
The only reason you're alive now is the chance that you can help me get my $17 million back.
Look, let's just go just go back in.
I can take you to Townsend.
Put him in the water.
(grunts) ERIC: Sam, we had Callen's tracker, but we just lost it.
(tires screech) They probably put him in the water, that's why you lost the signal.
Send me that last GPS location.
Boat's ready to go.
Thank you.
You know I've got Internet out here.
You give me an account number, I check it's good, I might take you back to the dock.
You got Internet? We gotta Netflix Caddyshack.
Chevy Chase, comic genius.
Your friend Larsen wasn't so funny.
He's not my friend, okay? He and Townsend set me up.
You know, the sharks bit off Larsen's leg.
But he kept treading water.
Huh? Imagine trying to swim while you watch a shark eat your own leg.
Can't say I'm going to enjoy that.
They're just over a mile away.
I don't want to get too close and spook 'em.
That boat can be in Mexican waters inside an hour.
Besides, we used to do two miles before breakfast.
Wish I could come with.
You and me both.
They're here! (panting) BANUELOS: Oh, not too big.
It's gonna be a lot of little bites, huh? (chomps) You have an account number for me? Even if I did, you're not going to pull me out.
You're right.
You give me the account number, I shoot you in the head, don't let you get eaten alive, huh? (panting, gasps) (men laughing) Listo! Wow, it's going to go fast now.
I can't remember if I'm supposed to punch them in the nose or in the gills.
(gasps) (man laughs, speaking Spanish) (muffled grunting) (man speaks Spanish) (gunshot, man grunts) (grunts) Federal agents! Down on the deck! Drop the weapon! (panting) You see those sharks? Just babies-- couldn't even take a finger.
You should've seen the size of the ones I scared off.
Thanks, guys.
Mm-hmm.
We got 'em.
It's over.
Uh, what about Townsend? Turned over to the FBI.
I spoke to NSA.
They want to debrief you, get you back on the job.
Thank you.
Let's get you out of here.
DANTE: Hey.
What just happened? Who are you? All I can tell you gentlemen is that Noah here is not paranoid.
I knew you wasn't crazy.
You know what? Neither are you guys.
(laughs softly) Hey, maybe we can all hang out when I get out of here.
Like, see a movie.
No can do, my friend.
I mean, it would mean that I'd have to tell you my true identity, and then I'd have to kill you.
(laughs) (laughs) Hey, you guys did a great job.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, there's a, uh a new Foosball table on its way tomorrow.
Yes! That is so cool of you, man.
Thank you.
Thank you, really.
For everything.
You guys take care of yourselves.
(indistinct announcement over P.
A.
) That dude's fun.
DEEKS: Kens.
Are you okay? Yeah.
Why? What happened to your leg? Oh.
Uh Must've happened when I fell.
You fell? Doing what? Trying to stand.
(sighs) That a girl.
(whistles) You didn't feel that? No, because the leg that works doesn't feel and the leg that feels doesn't work.
Right.
That's a pretty nice cut.
You're going to need sutures, which means we should probably clean this before it gets infected, okay? Or you should've just left me out there.
Yeah.
No, I definitely I thought about that.
I wanted to, it's just that, you know, Hetty would be livid if I threw away a perfectly good agent.
I'm not kidding.
Okay.
Listen, you are going to live happily ever after.
Okay, and if I would've left you over there, you would've died and then I would be here by myself, and that just sounds dreadful.
How much of the stuff that happened in the coma do you remember? I don't know.
I real-- I really don't.
I mix memories and drea I don't know.
Well, we should probably do this again.
I've been walking around with this thing in my pocket for weeks.
I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose it.
So now seems like the Oh, no, no, no.
Kensi Marie Blye No.
No, no.
Don't do this right now.
Why? Not like this.
You don't like it? I love it, it's beautiful.
It's really beautiful.
I envisioned it differently in my head.
At some point I thought I was going to ride in on a big white horse and I would be shirtless, (laughs) 'cause that's awesome.
And then just a road full of rose petals.
Listen, the details are inconsequential.
What's important is I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I I'm not going to do I'm not going to do it like this.
It isn't fair.
I'm not doing it.
Like what? Like this, Deeks.
Like this.
In this thing.
In this stupid thing.
Okay, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Listen.
You're not going to be in a wheelchair.
You understand? And if you were, it wouldn't matter to me 'cause I want to spend the rest of my Stop.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
It doesn't matter.
I love you.
It matters to me.
I am not doing this to you.
It is not fair.
Take me back to my room.
(sniffles) Take me back.
Okay.
All right.
You want to hang onto it? 'Cause I'm probably going to lose it.
Deeks, take me back.
Okay.
All right.
Don't smile.
Don't you dare smile.
I love you.
One, two, three.
Swing that leg.
There you go.
I got you.
And one, two, three, up.
Okay, baby girl.
(sighs) Okay.
You all right? These can't be comfortable.
Let's get those off.
All right.
I'll get a, uh, nurse to take a look at that cut and we'll clean it up.
HETTY: Owen? Care to join me? Thanks.
Sit.
Don't mind if I do.
You know, you may be able to fool the kids with this "cold" business of yours but I know you, and you look and sound worse than when we pulled you out of Laos.
Doctors They're like lawyers with knives.
They're still trying to figure this out.
But it's probably just a lifetime of bad decisions-- smoking, drinking.
My time in the triangle.
Agent Orange? Owen, I'm so sorry.
Listen, nobody gets out of here alive.
We both know that.
And we should be grateful we made it this long.
Ain't that the truth.
(sighs) @elderman