06x07 - Leipei

[bunniefuu]

(motor buzzing)

Daddy, look!

The plane is flying so low.

That's not a real plane.

Where's my phone? Have you seen it?

Nope. Haven't seen it.

I need to go.

Give me my phone.

I'm not finished with my movie yet.

Look at this thing. It's heading right for us.

Is that one of those flying camera things?

♪ NCIS: LA 6x07 ♪
Leipei
Original Air Date on November 10, 2014

♪ ♪

Another weak-hand sh**ting exercise?

What is that-- twice this week?

Three times.

The instructor is supposed to get a higher score than you.

That's why they call him the instructor.

That's not the point.

The point is it's a learned skill.

It's something you can get better at.

Uh-huh. So, why not get better?

And this has nothing to do with you wanting to b*at the instructor's score next time he comes?

Not at all.

You realize, of course, he is a subject matter expert?

All he does is sh**t with his left hand.

And never at a target that's actually gonna sh**t back.

And the more I think about it, who's to say he wasn't born left-handed, huh?

When's he coming back?

Three months?

Well, he'd better bring his lunch.

(Kensi whoops)

(whistles) Impressive.

Thank you.

Sam wants to make a name for himself in the highly competitive world of weak-hand sh**ting.

Oh, yeah? I don't really endorse the term "weak-hand sh**ting."

'Cause I like to think of myself as a gunslinger born in the Wild West, you know what I mean, with a, a six-sh**t in each hand.

My trusty steed between my legs, riding through the sunset. What's up, Trigger?

And yet you have a nine-millimeter in one hand and a dog with anxiety issues in the other. What? "Anxiety issues"?

He's a b*mb dog. He doesn't have anxiety issues.

Okay, so what would you call it? Stage fright?

I'd call it a sense of decorum. He likes to do his business in private. He wants to deuce out without you looking at him like...

You finished hijacking our conversation?

I wasn't hijacking any conversation.

You were.

She started attacking Monty out of nowhere...

Good morning, friends.

I just wanted to wish you a happy...

Perfect timing.

Oh, we caught a case?

See you in Ops?

Sure.

Ha! She drives me so crazy.

You all right?

What? No.

What's going on?

Monty likes to do business in private.

And she keeps wanting to label him with anxiety issues.

And I think that labels are, you know, dangerous.

Oh, totally.

Uh, back in junior high, there was this huge audition for the school musical.

And it was-- I was clearly the frontrunner, right?

But the other guy was totally gunning for it, and he, you know, he was...

I'm so sorry. I can't, I can't do it.

What?

I got to go to Ops.

So, before the audition I k*lled my rival and buried him under the stage.

Hey, you coming?

Yeah.

I need to go.

This is Antonis Cosse.

Nell: He was k*lled today at a hotel in Long Beach.

Eric: Long Beach PD collected video footage from the victim's cell phone.

The victim's phone?

Yeah, the footage was sh*t by a witness.

Play it, Beale.

Sam: Remote controlled drone.

Deeks: Wow.

The k*ller gets points for originality.

Play it back in slow-motion, Eric.

(Sam chuckles)

Drone must've had a camera on it.

The pilot blew the charge before Cosse could knock it down.

Whoever did it wanted to make sure they hit the correct target.

So, who is this guy?

Why did we pull this case?

Because Antonis Cosse wasn't his real name.

Nell: A*F was on-site because of the expl*sives.

But when they ID'd the victim, they realized his real name was Elias Minas.

Now, Minas, as it turns out, was a member of the Greek t*rror1st organization Polites tin Katapolemisi tis, or PK.

Polites Katama who?

It's Greek for Citizens Combat.

Callen: PK's the group that had the RPG att*ck on the U.S. Embassy in Athens.

Yeah, and they have a lot of different ideologies.

But at the core, they're an anarchist group.

And their members are-are Greek.

Just thought I should add to the conversation.

Nell: Minas was a person of interest for Homeland, which is why they placed him on the no-fly list.

And yet, he made it from Greece to L.A.?

That's impressive.

Could've come by ship to Mexico and then muled up.

Eric: I checked his cell phone.

No GPS data on it.

Granger: Now, this guy was a high-ranking PK member-- I want to know what he was doing in L.A. and why he was k*lled.

Nell: Homeland is sending an agent familiar with Minas to the boatshed. Hetty would like to meet the two of you there.

Done. Got it.

Granger: Sierra Fisher took the cell phone footage.

Long Beach PD is holding her and what's left of the drone.

Go do what you do.

Eric: Um, Nell?

Um, what?

You know.

Come on.

Nell: I know. I'm gonna.

#Like, when?

#Like, now.

If you two don't cut out the Ewok routine I'm gonna send you home.

Nell is an expert in the field of radio controlled aircraft.

Expert, huh?

Well, more of a hobbyist really.

Eric: Modest much?

She's won two Ventura County titles in aerobatics and is one of the finalists...

We get it, we get it.

Nell, grab your stuff, let's go.

Okay.

Go get 'em, tiger. (clicks tongue)

Hetty: Let me get something straight, Agent Rollins.

Homeland was working with Greek authorities to target Mr. Minas.

But yet he was still able to gain entrance to the U.S.?

The Greeks alerted us that he was using a false passport to board a plane to the U.S.

So, you just let him come?

We placed undercover air marshals on the flight and took him into custody when he landed at JFK.

Minas had planned several of PK's att*cks.

He was a big get.

Deeks: So, let me guess.

He gave up something on his Greek friends so that his stay in America could be a little less prisony?

He told us everything he knew about PK.

Their leadership structure, past att*cks they were involved with and what they had planned.

The Greeks arrested two of PK's highest ranking members based on his Intel.

And for this, you granted him witness protection.

Yes.

You got to be kidding me.

Kensi: Wait a minute.

You took a known t*rror1st on a no-fly list and put him in witness protection?

Was he, at least, under surveillance?

I mean, did you have a team outside the hotel when he was k*lled?

What is it, Agent Rollins?

Until we were informed this morning that Minas had been k*lled, we had no idea where he was.

He was placed in witness protection and given the new name Antonis Cosse.

And then three months ago, we lost him.

Leapfrogged through a couple of international flights and... he vanished.

Deeks: Nobody put his new name on the watch list and the no-fly list.

The situation was remedied as soon as we found out.

Do you have any idea why he was in L.A.?

Or who k*lled him?

I don't know why he was here, but he betrayed every member of PK.

If they knew he was here in L.A., they wouldn't hesitate one second to go after him.

Long Beach PD has the witness.

They're gonna bring her over here.

Straight TNT would've blown up the whole drone.

This blast looks more directional.

Stable.

Bet it's gonna come back from the lab as Octol.

That makes sense, the charge would have been small.

Be an easy payload for a drone this size.

Yeah. What's the drone telling you, Nell?

You don't walk into a hobby shop and buy this sort of thing.

Three high-torque servos.

This thing is totally custom.

It would've looked beautiful in the air.

Hobbyist, huh?

Any idea where it took off from?

Not yet.

See, there's this HD camera attachment here for the feed back to the pilot.

But I doubt there's any onboard recording. I may, however. be able to track the takeoff point using the drone's 3G control system.

Great. Take it back to Ops.

Good job.

Ms. Fisher?

Yes.

We're NCIS. Agent Callen, Agent Hanna.

You have someone coming to pick you up?

No.

Nobody knows I'm here.

I'm married.

And not to the guy that blew up.

Did you know Antonis well?

Tony?

I mean a little.

I met him at the gym.

He didn't talk much, didn't ask questions.

Just the strong, silent type.

You know anyone like that?

What'd you see this morning?

Uh, sir, I didn't see anything.

Just the expl*si*n.

Do you guys think I could get Tony's phone back?

There might be some photos on there I'd like to delete.

It was just a question.

You know, we've got a lot of reporters out front.

I mean, I'm sure they'd love to have a chance to interview an eyewitness.

Yeah, I think that's good thinking.

Get her on the local news.

Shake the tree a little bit.

Maybe some other witnesses come forward.

Come on, guys. A little help?

You first.

Okay, look.

Tony went downstairs to grab a coffee.

When he came back, he was freaking out.

Said he needed to grab his stuff and go.

And that's when that crazy robo k*ller flying b*mb thing came at him.

The whole thing was...

It was awful.

That's everything I saw.

It's all I know. I promise.

We're gonna hold you.

If your story checks out, you'll be released.

Thank you.

I just don't want anyone to find out I was here with Tony.

My husband's, like, totally paranoid that I'm cheating on him.

Hmm.

Wonder why?

She was telling the truth.

Minas was down in the lobby getting coffee right before the expl*si*n.

Then he spotted someone in a silver Nissan across the driveway and bolted.

Can you ID that driver?

I was able to find him from a second security cam and I ran him through facial rec.

His name is Frank Kouris.

He's a Greek national that arrived here five months ago on a legit passport.

He's also one of the people that Minas turned on, ID'd as a PK member.

Why wasn't he picked up after Minas outed him?

FBI was searching for him, but he was in the wind.

All right. Thanks, Eric.

Kouris was in L.A. before Minas was.

If Kouris wasn't sent here to k*ll Minas... what did PK send him here to do?

I mean... you believe they put a known t*rror1st in witness protection and just lost him?

Yeah, I do.

I've seen a lot of crazy stuff happen when, uh... paperwork's involved.

What?

Nothing.

It's good for strength, dexterity and endurance...

Perfect for weak-hand sh**ting drills.

What's your problem with me wanting to get better at a skill that could potentially save your life?

I don't have a problem with you getting better at anything.

I merely question your need to become proficient at every new thing you hear about.

You're the same way.

No, I'm not.

I am an expert at certain skills-- skills that pertain directly to this job.

So weak-hand sh**ting doesn't pertain to this job?

No, it does. 100%.

I get it, but this is just the latest stop on the Sam Hanna World Tour of Skill Acquisition.

Everything I learn is valuable to me, to the job and to my partner.

That strange breathing thing?

Ginástica Natural?

And me controlling my breathing and heart rate doesn't benefit me in a gunfight?

The magic class.

It wasn't a magic class.

It was restraint removal in stressful situations.

You were handcuffed in a box underwater.

It was tactical training.

Okay, Houdini, how are you gonna explain the bird thing, huh?

Falconry?

Let me guess, you took the class because your plan is to deploy hawks in our next hostage situation.

Nah, raptors are just cool.

Eric: Hey, guys.

Kaleidoscope just got a hit on Kouris' silver Nissan.

It's parked outside a restaurant on Ventura.

Nell: And I was able to isolate the cell signal used to control the drone.

I then triangulated the first ping to a garage in Long Beach.

That's where it launched from.

All right, we'll pick up Kouris.

Send Kensi and Deeks down to Long Beach.

Got it. Yeah.

It's a pretty good place to launch a small drone.

Long Beach. The L-B-C.

Home of Snoop Dogg and the Queen Mary.

My kind of town.

Oh, no. Forget about that haunted ship.

Long Beach has the El Dorado Skate Park.

You know what that is?

That's 15,000 feet of smooth concrete skateboarding bliss.

What is it with you and skateboarding?

What do you mean?

I mean, I get the surfing thing, the ocean, dolphins, the Zen stuff, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Zen stuff, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah"?

But kicking a board down a dirty street dodging cars?

Not interesting.

All right. But you and I, skating a pool?

You know what I mean? The wind in your hair, flowing through transitions?

You do that once, I guarantee you, you are gonna be hooked.

Okay. I'll trust you.

I'll try it.

Why not?

Okay.

I mean, I feel like you're messing with me, but I'll... I'll set it up.

How hard can it be?

I mean, you can do it.

Federal agents!

Clear!

Kens.

(flies buzzing)

Sam: There's Kouris' car.

Well, maybe he's in there enjoying some moussaka.

Maybe he's meeting with some PK members.

He's trained.

You don't want a guy like that running.

Be best to box him in, take him in the restaurant.

Lot of civilians in there.

You remember that sushi spot in Thousand Oaks?

That'll work.

This time, we switch roles.

Ah.

Table for one?

Excuse me, I need to speak with your manager, please.

I am the manager.

Oh, sir, pleasure to meet you. I'm Steve Bishop. I am with the County Health Inspector's Office.

Oh, we've already had our inspection. We got an "A" rating.

Yes. I'm, uh, very well aware of that. That's, uh, why I'm here today. I'm afraid there has been a small clerical error.

Clerical error?

You were given the wrong rating.

Oh, what... what happened?

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna need to put the new sign up, with your, uh, revised grade.

What kind of rating are you giving us?

You received a "C."

Oh, oh...

And we're gonna need to have you close this down until everything is resolved.

Again, I-I-I'm very sorry.

A "C," "C"? Why a "C"?

We are always an "A."

The rating was given due to... rodent infestation of the food preparation area, insect infestation of the refrigerated area, mold on and around...

Whoa, whoa. Excuse me.

Did you just say there were rodents and insects in the kitchen?

(chuckles) Technically, it was rodents in the kitchen, insects in the refrigerator.

No...

What kind of rodents?

No rodents.

Rats. I don't have a good thing with rats.

Woman: Did he say "rats"?

Look, were these rats near my food? Be straight with me.

Wait. Wait. Was it the brown ones or the white ones?

Callen: I really, uh, can't go into specifics.

Not the ones with the red eyes.

Manager: No, no, no.

No rodents, no rodents. Wait, wait.

Hey, red eyes ain't right.

Don't leave. Don't leave. There's...

You see what you did?

Get out of here.

What?

Now.

Take the busboy with you.

Come.

Callen: Frank Kouris.

Want to tell us what you're doing in L.A.?

The health inspectors in America, they speak like cops.

Federal agents.

Weapons out.

On the ground.

g*n.

(g*nshots)

I got these two. Go.

Get Kouris.

Federal agent!

Out of the way, out of the way.

(grunts)

(grunting)

You good?

I'm good.

What took you so long?

I mean, you just had the one guy, right?

Not in the mood.

My two guys are cuffed to a table back there. I also rounded up the busboy and the manager for questioning.

I got hit with a can of Turtle Wax. You ever get hit with a can of Turtle Wax? I didn't think so.

I come to Los Angeles for a vacation. I watch TMZ, and it looks like fun place.

You entered the U.S. five months ago and you've been underground since. That does not sound like much of a vacation to me.

Eh, that depend on your frame of reference.

A guy that betrayed your organization was blown up while you were parked right outside. Explain that.

No, I don't have to. In America, that is called, uh, circumstantial evidence.

I also watch the Matlock.

That's a good point. Besides, you didn't come here five months ago to k*ll Minas. You were here before he even entered the country.

So I'm wondering, what is PK planning? And why'd they send you here?

Nobody send me anywhere.

Hey, my friend, do you know where I can get a picture with Yanni?

(chuckles)

Yanni. That's funny.

You and your two buddies aren't talking. I get it.

None of you have anything to lose.

Your nephew, on the other hand, just got accepted into Stanford.

Callen: Impressive.

Sam: Kid like that has got a lot to lose.

Future's bright.

Callen: You're in this life already.

And you're going away for a long time.

Why do you want to make us drag your sister and your nephew into this?

You-you don't talk to my sister, okay?

She raised a good boy.

You leave him be.

PK wanted you in L.A. for a reason that had nothing to do with Minas.

But when they found out he was here, you got the call to k*ll him.

What do you want to know?

Sam: How did you find Minas?

His weakness.

Okay, you want to track a man, you find his weakness.

Minas loved women.

Yeah, he always do.

My brothers, they find one of his girlfriend in Athens and they... convince her to help us.

She knew he was in L.A.?

Yeah, the idiot, he tell her that he gonna fly her over to see him in a few months, so...

I track him to an apartment and then I follow him to that hotel where he hook up with another girl there.

What apartment?

Some rat hole off of, um, Washington.

Look, guys, that's all that happened, huh?

That's it. Yeah?

You left out the part where you blew him up.

Minas deserved to die.

He-He's a man who is loyal to the highest bidder.

We never expect that he gonna be greedy or so stupid to betray us.

But, no, man, I did not k*ll him.

PK did not k*ll him.

Someone b*at us to it.

That's all.

You almost sound convincing.

Ah, come on.

I would never use expl*sive.

If I going to k*ll him, I going to do it with a Kn*fe, so I can see his eyes.

Hey, guys.

The body Kensi and Deeks found at the location where the drone was launched was just ID'd as the owner of the building.

We're gonna dig into his past, see if we find any criminal ties.

All right, thanks, Nell.

No problem.

The owner could have been working with Minas.

Either that or it was a case of "wrong place at the wrong time."

You buy what Kouris just told us?

Guy like that?

Nah, he couldn't help himself.

If he did Minas, he'd want us to know.

So, if PK didn't k*ll him, who did?

I don't know.

But Kouris trailed Minas to that apartment on Washington.

That's a good place to start.

So, how was it out in the field with Callen and Sam?

Good.

Did you miss me?

Oh, every single solitary second.

Come on, no one knows those drones better than you.

I was happy to loan you out.

Loan me out?

Yeah, I own you now, didn't you get the memo?

Oh, yeah, I got it.

Got to tell you, I've always been a little embarrassed about those aerobatics titles.

I mean, they're kind of nerdy.

Even for me.

Oh, please. If that were me, I'd have, like, a full-on championship belt made.

Like, a sash with, like, a crown and a scepter.

And, like, a ticker-tape... (beep)

Chauvenet.

Nell: Huh?

When Kouris said that Minas would sell out for the highest bidder, I decided to run a search though the database of that, uh, Darknet site that we took offline, Chauvenet.

Mm-hmm.

There's a part of the site where you can hire someone to commit crimes.

Minas had an encrypted account.

Hmm, nice work, Bealeski.

Yeah.

And get this-- he was paid $50,000 in Bitcoins.

Okay, the whole thing's encrypted, but let me try to find out who paid him.

So, Minas had experience in plotting successful t*rror1st att*cks against the United States.

Yeah, pretty small fraternity of people who can claim that.

Exactly.

So, if he's offering his services to the highest bidder, don't you think he could have earned a little more than $50,000?

Hey, Deeks?

Deeks: Yeah.

Didn't Nell say that the drone was made of carbon fiber?

Yes.

Well, I have bags of carbon fiber here, soldering iron, epoxy.

They didn't just launch it from here, drone was built here.

Something doesn't add up.

Eric and Nell couldn't find any criminal ties to the owner.

By all accounts, he's an upstanding citizen.

So, what is it that's so special about this place, they had to break in and k*ll the owner just to gain access?

I mean, there's lots of empty garages around here.

Right, but the owner could have surprised them, or, uh... maybe the k*ller's just sick.

Oh, that's for sure, but...

Wait a minute.

What? What do you got?

My buddy owns a custom car shop.

He says that you can form carbon fiber into any shape, you just need an oven to cure it.

Okay.

That's great, but the drone was 20 inches long.

You wouldn't need an industrial oven this size.

Unless...

Put it down there.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

You'd need an oven that big...

...if you were making...

(grunts)

...a much larger drone.

The drone that k*lled Minas looked exactly like this, except for it was smaller.

It's a scale model.

$50,000 is not a lot of money to pay him to carry out a t*rror1st att*ck, but it's pretty good money for a proof of concept.

And after he delivers the full-scale drone to the buyer, then they just use the original proof of concept to k*ll him.

Close the loop.

Smart.

And all the evidence leads back to Minas.

Who just happens to also be the victim.

Question is-- who was he building it for?

15-foot drone made of carbon fiber?

Carry upwards of five pounds of expl*sives.

Maybe more, depending on the distance.

If it's loaded with five pounds of that same stuff that blew up Minas, they're looking at a lot bigger target and a lot more casualties.

Finding out who Minas was working for is our best sh*t at finding the drone.

Here's the apartment where Kouris said he followed him to.

(knocking)

Excuse me, we're doing some painting in the neighborhood and wanted to know (muffled clattering) if you wanted a free estimate.

He's headed out the back. Head him off.

Federal agent. Drop the g*n.

Who was the guy Callen and Sam had to take down?

His name's Eric Swanson.

He's a member of a fringe group called Live Free First.

And what's that?

It's a cult based out of Cleburne, Texas.

It's run by this guy, Rand Palmer.

Live Free First is declaring w*r on the ones that control everything from natural resources to money.

In the past, countries like the great United States controlled these things.

Charismatic fella. But today they're all owned by corporations.

We're declaring w*r on these corporations.

Palmer has stated that he believes the capitals of corporate greed are New York and Los Angeles.

Looks like we found out who Minas was building the drone for.

Kensi and Deeks just sent over images of the carbon fiber molds. And I put them in a modeling program.

Minas attended the University of Patras studying aeronautics, which explains his impressive work. Now, this drone is most likely being operated on a 3G connection just like the one that k*lled Minas.

Meaning that its range is virtually unlimited, and it could go on as long as its fuel lasts.

We need to narrow the playing field and find this thing.

(sighs)

We're not gonna be able to get anything off the computers inside the apartment.

They were smashed open and the hard drives were doused with hydrochloric acid.

Mm. I got nothing. He's clean. No phone.

They didn't have the finances or the connections to hack into a m*llitary drone.

Hiring Minas to build their own was a pretty good option.

Live Free First didn't want any links between them and Minas.

So they pay him for proof of concept, but then they k*ll him before they have to pony up for the real deal.

Minas had traitorous tendencies.

He showed that.

Maybe they didn't trust him.

It's a pretty good bet.

I got one of these.

It's a hiking watch.

It's got an altimeter, compass.

Also tells you where you went.

GPS. Nice.

The town is full of viable targets for that drone.

Big events today at Staples Center, Dodger Stadium and UCLA.

Not to mention malls, studios, tourist spots.

It's a target-rich environment for Live Free First to start their w*r on corporations.

I hate those things.

What-- cults or corporations?

Both. Well, cults more.

These guys went to a lot of trouble to hire Minas to build that drone.

Kensi: And now we're closing in on them.

So, what would you do if you were Palmer?

I would get that drone in the air as soon as possible.

Kensi, you ready?

Yes, I downloaded the app for the watch.

Here we go-- here's the GPS data from this morning.

Swanson was at the Long Beach garage, same time as the expl*si*n at the hotel.

Probably piloting the drone that k*lled Minas.

Callen: Where did Swanson go after the expl*si*n?

That's the trail going to the apartment where we found him.

Let's look at the old routes from the past week.

Zoom in to the area near Long Beach.

He went to that place a few times in the last week. Looks like an open space-- a field, maybe. Let me check it out. Hang on.

City's building a recycling plant there.

He's doing a recon. Perfect place to launch a drone.

I'll alert the FAA and Homeland.

Let's move.

Sitrep, Owen.

I assume you're not referring to the drone.

There is no sign that anyone on this team is leaking your planted information.

But we're still no closer to finding our mole.

There they are.

Man: Boss, we got company.

I need more time. Take care of 'em.

That's Palmer in the van!

Sam: Drone's gaining speed!

It's taking off!

Pilot's in the van.

The drone is headed west.

It's not banking towards downtown or Hollywood.

Granger: They're going after the South Shore Oil Refinery.

It's about as corporate as you can get.

Alert the refinery and get L.A. Fire rolling now.

Copy.

Callen: There's not gonna be anything they can do.

The refinery doesn't have systems in place to stop a drone att*ck.

That's why it's not gonna get there.

Eric: Guys, if one of the refinery's gas tanks blows up, it'll most likely set off a chain reaction.

How many kilotons are we looking at?

Close to three kilotons in a highly populated community.

Okay, in Texas City in 1947, there was a 2.7 kiloton expl*si*n of ammonium nitrate and oil.

The blast leveled 1,000 buildings and k*lled over 500 people.

Callen: g*n!

(g*nf*re)

Sam: We're coming up right behind you.

Nice sh*t, Deeks. Kensi, you guys good?

Yeah, we're all good.

But I think the axle's busted.

Look out!

We can take them here.

Go! Get Palmer! Get Palmer!

Federal agent!

Federal agent!

Turn around slowly!

You're already too late.

Drone's on its approach.

Let's burn in hell.

Palmer is down.

I got the drone's controller.

Callen, the drone's over Seaside, headed for the refinery.

You can't bring it down over that area.

Too many civilians.

We could land it here at this construction site.

There's plenty of empty land.

Can you control it?

I need some help here, Nell.

Okay, tell me exactly what you see on the tablet's screen.

Nothing. The screen is dead.

Okay, press your thumbs down on the lower right and left-hand corners of the screen at the same time.

These are your control sticks.

We need to see if this tablet is still operable.

Okay.

As soon as you do that, autopilot is disengaged, and you will be in complete control of the drone.

All right, copy that. Doing it now.

We're losing altitude. Drone's dropping fast.

Callen: Talk to me, Nell.

All right, tilt the screen towards you.

Slowly.

Good news is you just leveled out.

Bad news is I'm flying blind?

Yup. The screen's dead, but the tablet is still alive.

The gyro is still controlling the altitude.

All right, how do I turn this thing?

Apply pressure to the left thumb control.

Now, slowly bank it to the right.

You're doing great. It's turning.

Hold that line, Callen.

It's heading back towards the construction site.

Dump it in the northeast corner of the lot.

I have eyes on the drone.

I've lost control.

The gyro's not responding.

Drone's heading towards the dock!

Nell: The drone went offline.

Callen, we need to reconnect it.

Press down on both thumb keys at the same time.

Now try the upper left-hand corner.

Okay, I'm back online.

It's heading towards me, but I...

I'm not controlling it.

The homing function was engaged when the tablet went back online.

It's coming for the tablet.

Blast radius?

100 feet.

Granger: Callen?

Callen, do you copy?!

I'm good.

Sam: All I'm saying is, you had all those acres of open land, and you had to bring that thing down right next to all of us.

It was full of expl*sives and I was flying it blind.

(laughs)

Let's take the "it's gonna blow the whole world u" thing out of the equation.

Flying that drone was pretty cool, right?

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't go out and buy one of those things.

Nah, that's not my thing.

I was just curious how you felt about it, that's all.

It was pretty cool.

That's what I thought. Mm-hmm.

So, I went searching online.

We should get a drone of our own.

Go in 50-50.

A drone of our own?

I hate robots, any kind of robot.

Why do you think I returned that-that Roomba thing you gave me?

So, you don't want to join a drone club, maybe enter a competition, have a little high-altitude family photo time?

(laughing) How do you know you weren't meant to fly one of these things?

Don't fight your destiny, G.

Don't fight it!

Granger said you wanted to see me?

I do. Let's sit.

Okay.

It's been a long day.

Take a load off, Ms. Jones.

All right.

What you did today... what you've consistently been contributing, has not gone... unnoticed.

Oh.

Well, I was just trying to help the team.

Is this whiskey?

Pappy Van Winkle.

Oh, boy.

Wow.

I didn't think I liked whiskey.

For four generations, the Van Winkles of Kentucky have been making whiskey.

But not like anyone else, they use wheat instead of rye.

Well, thank you for sharing it with me.

I'm sure you're aware that a multitude of potential undercover agents have come under my command over the years.

Yes, ma'am.

Most of them viewed their predecessors as road maps.

They read their résumés as recipes to be followed.

But you've never made an effort to do that.

No. No, I haven't.

But you still want to do covert work?

Be an undercover agent?

Yes. More than anything, I do.

But you don't want to get there doing it as it's been done?

I don't know if I can.

So, you'd risk not attaining the goal you hold most dear, because you feel compelled to follow your own path?

(laughs)

I'm not big or overwhelmingly athletic.

I'm not an amazing sn*per.

To be honest with you, Hetty, going in undercover scares me.

I'm never going to be like the others, and I know that. I can't do the things that they do in the way that they do them, because... (sighs) ...I have to do them my way, even if that means never making it.

Amazing what happened... when the Van Winkles made whiskey... their way.

Hmm.

(footsteps approaching)

Drink up... Ms. Jones.

Yes, ma'am.

Eric: Hey, there's my partner.

Nice flying, Nell.

You did the hard part.

Way to go, sister.

Thanks, lady.

Wait a second, is that...? Am I seeing libations here?

My treat for my team.

Good job.

There's, uh, some Maker's in my cabinet.

Maker's, huh?

Sam: It's not Pappy, but it'll do.