06x08 - The Grey Man

[bunniefuu]

(pans clanging)

Man: Wakey, wakey! Rise and shine.

Man 1: Who wants to fight, huh? Come on, get up. Pathetic. You're all pathetic! Who wants to fight? How about you? Come on! Hey, you!

Man: Hey, leave us alone!

Get up here, come on! Pathetic! Pathetic, pathetic!

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, where's the fire, old-timer?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on, man, stick around.

Have ourselves a good old-fashioned bum fight.

I'm talking to you!

Come on!

Fight me!

Huh? I said, Fi...

(man sobbing)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(breathlessly): Okay, okay.

(groaning)

(Taser crackling, man grunting)

♪ NCIS: LA 6x08 ♪
The Grey Man
Original Air Date on November 17, 2014

♪ ♪

Sam: Yeah. Oh, that's good, baby.

That's really good.

Now, you remember the difference between obtuse and acute angles?

Girl: Uh, not really.

Okay, think about it, we went over this last night.

Now, when something's small it's cute.

So, an angle that's smaller than 90 degrees...

Girl: It's acute.

Sam: There you go.

You're gonna ace this math quiz.

Girl: Yay!

All right, Daddy's got to go, I lo...

Girl: Love you, Daddy.

Huh?

I love you.

Sam: I love you, too.

Girl: Bye, Daddy.

All right, beautiful. Bye-bye.

Girl: Bye.

Wow, that's, uh... father-of-the-year material right there.

Callen: You know, if you're not careful, she's gonna end up a mathlete just like her old man.

Junior Math Olympian.

How many times do I have to tell you that?

Till it stops being funny.

Which is never.

Sam: Okay, laugh all you want, but that's not what makes me father of the year, this is.

You've put a GPS tracker on your daughter.

We gave her a cell phone.

Huh.

Isn't she kind of young?

The world's kind of dangerous.

A cell phone lets me know where she is at all times, and she can contact me in case of emergency.

You know, it's about peace of mind, simple as that.

All right, you know, as long as you're not smothering her.

(cell phone buzzes)

I don't smother.

Hey, baby, you okay? Something wrong?

Hey, Daddy, can we have spaghetti for dinner tonight?

You want spaghetti for dinner tonight.

I want spaghetti for dinner tonight.

Girl: Yeah, with meatballs.

Sam: With meatballs.

I'm coming over, I'm bringing Monty.

Girl: Can you do it?

Sam: Okay, Daddy can do that.

Sam: Daddy will get you some spaghetti and meatballs.

Girl: Are you sure?

Daddy can do anything, Daddy's a superhero.

Thank you, Daddy, I love you!

Sam: Okay, all right.

I love you, too.

Okay, bye-bye.

Bye!

Well, peace of mind-- spaghetti crisis averted.

You know, she's just starting, uh...

She just got it, she's new to it.

In a couple of days, you know, she'll...

(cell phone buzzes)

Hmm.

Sure she's not smothering you, Super Daddy?

Baby, I have...

Daddy, listen-- Knock, knock.

Okay, who's there?

Doughnut.

Doughnut who?

Doughnut ask, it's a secret.

Great, look...

You like it?

You have to go to class, and Daddy has to go back to work.

Girl: I love you.

Sam: I love you, too.

All right, sweetheart. All right, bye-bye.

Girl: Bye, Daddy.

Bye.

Doughnut who? What's the punch line?

(whistling)

Granger danger.

All hands on deck.

Deeks: Come on, what's the punch line?

Sam-dog, what's the punch line?

Don't do this, don't leave me hanging here.

What's the punch line?

Doughnut ask, it's a secret.

Oh.

(laughs)

Oh, that is... that's actually pretty funny.

That's a cute joke!

Eric: Early this morning, LAPD was alerted to the body of a homeless John Doe in a North Hollywood alley.

No I.D., no police record, and no fingerprints on file.

Well, that rules out a Marine or Navy vet.

Not exactly, Agent Hanna.

The man's fingerprints are on file, (cell phone buzzes) just not in any law enforcement database.

When LAPD scanned John Doe's fingerprints, it triggered a classified DoD alert.

Granger: His name's Harrison Goodsell.

Marine, member of the CIA Special Activities Division.

Over the past two decades, he's worked dozens of classified ops.

Afghanistan, Russia.

Even Iran and North Korea.

The people who worked with Goodsell called him The Grey Man.

Wait, what's... what's "The Grey Man"?

It's a term used in special ops.

A Grey Man is someone who has the skills to blend into any environment and remain unnoticed.

Unknowable.

Best way to avoid confrontation in hostile territory.

But not 100 percent effective.

M.E. reports that Goodsell was tortured before his K*llers finished him off.

Cut his throat.

You're worried someone got to the secrets in Goodsell's head.

Years later, that kind of Intel could put American lives at risk.

We should talk to some of his friends in Special Activities.

I'll handle the CIA, Agent Callen.

Your team should focus on the m*rder investigation.

Sam and I'll check out the crime scene.

Kensi, Deeks-- get his photo around to all the shelters, see if anybody knew him.

Report all findings to me.

Kensi: Sir?

Do we know why Goodsell ended up living on the street?

Well, CIA reports he had a breakdown last year.

Diagnosed PTSD, multiple traumatic brain injuries.

You know how the story goes.

Yeah, yeah.

Let's get moving.

All right, thanks, Eric.

Keep looking.

Down here.

Thanks.

Goodsell has no family.

Parents are deceased, no kids, never married.

Typical Grey Man.

They don't punch out at the end of the day.

It's not conducive to starting a family.

You did. (chuckles)

I'm not a Grey Man.

You, on the other hand...

Have a girlfriend, have a home.

I'm doing just fine, thank you.

You're welcome.

Five years ago-- different story.

I put a lot of work into you, G.

Oh, so what, am I like Charlene, your, uh, car you used to restore in your spare time?

I'm saying it's about having a support system, a safety net.

Grey Man works without them.

When he falls, he hits the ground hard.

Ends up here.

May I?

Sure.

Lot of stuff here.

Not sure if any of it's gonna be helpful.

Sam: Yeah.

No cameras on either end of the alley.

Or the adjoining streets.

Perfect place for a body dump.

They got a fingerprint and a downtown area code for Civic Sushi.

I'll send a copy of the print to Eric, see if it matches our Grey Man.

Kensi: Civic Sushi has four-and-a-half stars on Yelp, all you can eat till noon.

You realize that you just had breakfast in the car, right?

That wasn't breakfast, that was, uh...

Second breakfast? Elevenses?

What, bath meal?

Hey, when you've gone days without eating like I have, you learn to appreciate food.

I'm just saying it's kind of hard to appreciate something when you devour it.

Literally, I blinked, and the burrito was gone.

Welcome to Civic Sushi.

Please, have a seat anywhere.

We're actually not eating.

We're just here to ask some questions to the manager.

I'm the manager.

Hideo.

Great.

In that case, do you recognize this man?

Yes, he is a customer.

A regular.

He ate here?

That's very charitable of you.

No charity, he paid like everyone.

Tipped well, too.

I'm sorry, the homeless man tipped you?

Homeless?

No, he wore a nice suit, tie.

Talked on his phone, he was a businessman.

Why don't you look at the picture one more time.

Ah, come, I'll show you.

He's in this photo I took of DJ Salmon Run.

KZPZ-- best hip-hop in town.

That's him.

That's Goodsell.

The hell was this guy up to?

Eric: Using the downtown sushi place as a starting point, we scanned traffic cams within a five block radius.

And in the 72 hours leading up to his death, we spotted Goodsell four times.

All within the vicinity of Grand Park.

Eric: Here he is yesterday, crossing the street toward Civic Sushi for a late lunch.

And here he is, one day earlier, appearing in two different areas of Grand Park.

Hmm. Back to being homeless.

And finally, only six hours before that...

One block away from the park.

Again, in a business suit.

Okay, not to be insensitive, but Granger did say that Goodsell suffered multiple traumatic brain injuries.

I know guys with TBI who can't tie their shoelaces.

Goodsell looks quick, purposeful.

He's working an op.

Question is-- for whom?

This area he's covering is full of government agencies.

You got the DEA, the USCIS.

There's even a federal courthouse.

He could be working for a foreign agency.

The sushi manager doesn't know anything about him?

No, and the shelters we talked to don't recognize him, either.

But maybe their clients will.

I mean, homeless people don't like to talk to law enforcement, but they do talk to each other.

As do the suits grabbing coffee at the park.

So, maybe that's our plan.

You go doll up with your casual business wear, and I'll get Artie out of the freezer.

We'll make a day of it.

Oh. I'm sorry, who's Artie?

He named his smelly undercover jacket.

Deeks: I did. It's a funny story, actually. 'Cause when Actually, we were... it's not, it's really gross.

So, let's go, get out of here.

I wore that thing, it gave me a rash.

That's part of its authenticity, man.

Where's your dedication to the art form?

You thinking what I'm thinking?

I'm trying not to think about your rash.

Callen: If Goodsell didn't have a breakdown, then either Granger got bad information...

Or he lied to us.

Where's Granger?

He went out.

Didn't say where.

Mr. Hanna, your daughter called me twice this morning.

I told her not to use your number unless it was an emergency.

Oh, but it was.

She said, um, Forget the spaghetti.

She'd rather have lasagna for dinner.

Ouch. I mean, twice the prep, not to mention the cook time, of course.

All right, good.

Well, the quicker we solve this case, the better.

Oh, yes.

The elusive Grey Man.

Unfortunately, Owen has, um, revoked my access on this case.

Why would he do that?

I think you'll have to ask him.

I overheard him say something about going out to have froyo with his good friend, Claude Rains.

"Claude Rains"?

Isn't that the actor from Casablanca?

Yes.

And Notorious and The Invisible Man and Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.

Quite a career Mr. Rains had.

Hetty?

Pretty sure he's dead.

True.

But that doesn't necessarily mean you can't have froyo with him.

♪ ♪

Oh...

Just keep moving, Barnes.

Just pretend we're still old friends.

We were never friends, Granger.

You're right. My mistake.

So, this is about our Grey Man, isn't it? (grunts)

I want to hear the truth, Barnes, straight from your lying mouth.

The truth? Since when is the CIA in the truth-telling business?

Fine. Then we'll just pick up where we left off in Afghanistan.

No weapons. No tricks. Just you and me.

(grunts)

Callen: Ouch!

Believe it or not, you landed on Robert Ripley.

(grunting)

Get up.

All right, hand him over.

Yeah, how about we make a trade?

That's not how this works.

Today it is.

Him for some answers.

I guess we're both in the truth-telling business now, huh, Granger?

Shut up.

Put your hands behind your back.

Hey.

Hi, sir... with the bubble wrap?

Sir, I see you're very busy.

I'm just wondering if you'd seen my buddy?

That's him on the left.

We served together in Afghanistan.

And he said he was gonna be living down here.

No?

Okay. You...

Kensilina?

I'm striking out here.

No one remembers Goodsell.

Or they're too, uh... disturbed or too high to remember anything.

Kensi: Hey, he left his wallet on the table and I tried the address, but he doesn't live there anymore-- do you know him?

Nah. No.

No? Okay, thank you.

I can't...

Sorry.

Have any luck down there, Kens?

That would be a negative.

And I'm on my third cup of coffee.

I'm not sure how much my bladder can it take anymore.

I could k*ll for a cup of coffee right now.

You want to switch me?

And put on that jacket?

No, thank you.

I wouldn't let Artie touch me.

Well, I'll have you know that you're not really Artie's type anyway.

I used to be.

What?

What do you mean?

You know, I lived on the street down here after my dad d*ed?

Um, no.

No, I didn't, uh...

No, I didn't know that.

You're lying to me.

I know Hetty told you.

Hetty? No, come on. Hetty didn't tell me anything. Actually, she specifically said that she didn't tell me anything.

You can fool everyone else, Deeks. Can't fool me.

So, you want to talk about it?

Not really.

Like it was even me anymore.

Just a... just a different person.

Well, I wish I would've known her.

No, you don't.

Excuse me... sir, I'm looking for somebody...

Uh, it's not gonna...

His name's Paul Barnes, CIA.

He handled Goodsell's covert ops.

You think he had him k*lled?

Why?

He led the manhunt for Jack Simon in Afghanistan.

The White Ghost mission.

Since then, I've been keeping tabs on Barnes.

So, when I learned he flew into town last night, I started looking for reasons why.

Friend at the DoD tipped me off to Goodsell.

And like Simon, Goodsell's a special operative who'd gone off the grid.

But he didn't have a breakdown.

No. That was just the cover story.

Goodsell went AWOL last November.

The CIA lost him.

That's why you kept Hetty on the sidelines.

Because of the way she handled Afghanistan.

I was trying to protect her from another inter-agency quagmire.

But as usual, she couldn't resist stirring the pot.

You're too close to this.

Meaning what, Agent Hanna?

Meaning we'll handle the interrogation.

All right.

Five minutes.

There are a handful of Grey Men out there.

But none of them were like Goodsell.

You know, I worked with the guy for over a decade, and I couldn't tell you the first thing about him.

No personal connection.

Makes it easier to have him k*lled.

(laughs) Nicely done.

I like how you turned that around on me.

The only problem is I didn't do it.

Although I will admit that the world is a safer place with him dead.

Callen: All right.

So, if you're not here for the hit, why are you here?

Hmm?

Is this a vacation?

(laughs) Ha-hardly.

I hate Los Angeles.

I hate the people. I hate the sun.

You know, I got sunburned so badly in Afghanistan that I had to be hospitalized.

Sam: Okay, this is a waste of time.

Let's bring Granger in.

Okay, relax, relax, relax.

Relax.

Let's everybody take a deep breath.

(exhales)

The reason that I am here is because yesterday Goodsell contacted me through one of his old handles.

You don't believe me, check my phone.

You try and wipe this...

I know, I know.

You'll let Granger come in here and k*ll me.

Believe me, Agent Callen.

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Need to meet tomorrow, "Los Angeles.

You help me, I'm back in."

Goodsell may have been valuable dead.

But he was much more valuable alive.

I came here to bring him in.

He also sent you photos. Who are they?

Uh, the women, I don't know.

Although I wish I did.

The men, they're from the Peña Cartel.

Sam: Did Goodsell operate inside of Mexico?

Mm-mm.

Interact with the cartels?

Never. Never.

But I don't think our Grey Man d*ed for old secrets.

I think they k*lled him for something new.

Deeks: Wow, you're, like, assaulting that burger.

Kensi: You have no idea.

It's so good.

Yeah, wow.

Go easy.

Mmm.

It looks pretty delicious.

Why?

You hungry?

Yeah, I'm starving.

French...

Oh, you're offering...?

You want me to have...?

Thank you.

French fry.

It's still warm.

Getting free french fries over here.

Hey, so, I'm looking for my, uh, my buddy. We were in the w*r together. This is him. You haven't...? You haven't seen this guy? My buddy, have you seen...?

You're not listening to me.

Man: Good day, miss.

Oh, that's why you're not...

Good day.

You want me to stand? Yeah, I'll stand.

What do we, what do we do now? Hats off.

Good day, miss. Fine weather we're having.

My, don't you look lovely. You look lovely.

We think you look lovely.

Man: We do.

Deeks: Wow, dinner and a show.

Well done, old-timer.

You got the world figured out here, don't you?

Another french fry.

Don't mind if I do.

Deeks, check out the woman in the red skirt.

Deeks: Uh, it's hard not to.

Kensi: Calm down.

I got pictures from ops of two women who might be linked to the Peña Cartel.

She's one of them.

Wow, yeah. She's a hot tamale.

Kensi: Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

See those guys she's joining?

I was checking them out earlier.

They got badges and concealed weapons.

They're DEA.

Looks like Goodsell wasn't the only spy working the area.

Kensi: Want to know why the Grey Man d*ed?

I say we start with her.

Eric: We put Goodsell's photos through facial rec.

We I.D.'d the first woman as Bonnie Flores.

She has prior run-ins with LAPD for prostitution.

She's currently at the Grand Park food court.

Kensi and Deeks are keeping an eye on her.

What about the second woman?

It's, uh, not a clear sh*t.

So nothing on facial rec so far.

Any connection to the Peña Cartel?

Eric: No.

And since Mexico arrested Domingo Peña seven months ago, the cartel's been relatively quiet.

Now, Peña's nickname is El Ojo, or The Eye.

One, because, well, he wears an eye patch.

Which, for the record, he didn't even need.

Just thought it made him look tough.

Nell: And two, because he has eyes everywhere in the Mexican government, aiding in his drug empire.

The DEA and the U.S. Attorney's Office have been working to extradite Peña from Mexico ever since his arrest.

Kensi said the woman was talking to DEA agents and lawyers.

Cartel could be trying to target someone involved in the Peña case, hoping to sabotage the extradition6

Classic honey trap.

Espionage through seduction.

If we warn the DEA, they may overreact, tip off the cartel.

Same thing will happen if we try to arrest this woman in broad daylight.

Yeah.

We need to bring her in without disturbing the waters.

Hetty.

Hetty: Gentlemen.

I may have an idea.

Oh, back in the game.

Owen and I have, uh, reached an understanding.

This is one cat you don't put in a bag.

Meet me in wardrobe.

Okay.

(camera shutter clicks)

Eric, I'm sending you another photo now.

Deeks: All right, Kensilina, I'm ready.

Ready for what?

My homeless act.

How am I doing? Hit me.

A "B."

A "B"... All right, I'll take that.

Minus.

B-minus? Aw, come on!

Kensi: Come on?

Artie's doing all the work.

You're just, uh... riding his coattails.

Wow. Riding his coa... You should be ashamed for that play on words.

Now there is something you don't see every day.

What?

Look... it's under Mexican jurisdiction. it's as simple as that.

There's nothing simple about it.

He will never make it to trial in Mexico.

Sam: You don't know that.

You want to bet?

Peña will be out on bail within one week.

Sam: Look, all I'm saying is it'll mean something to the people there.

It's not gonna mean anything if the guy doesn't make it to trial!

I'm sorry.

My friend's a little stressed.

My apologies.

Callen: I'm not stressed.

Yeah.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

Stressed.

Sounds like you two could use a break.

Oh, you have no idea.

Ooh, taking the bait.

Deeks: Wow, that skirt is working.

You should probably borrow that from her.

(Southern accent): You'd look real nice.

Finer than a new set of snow tires.

Stop talking.

Deeks (southern): All right.

Bonnie.

Hi.

I'm an admin assistant in the IRS office.

How you doing?

Ouch. I thought we had it tough.

What do you do?

DEA.

Keep that between us.

(giggles)

So are you working on something secret?

Kensi: You know what that is?

That's A-plus undercover work.

I'll give 'em that. That was smooth.

Don't be jealous of those coats, Artie, just because they're new and probably don't smell like a dead buffalo.

You've got character, all right?

You're pretty. I like you.

You are talking to your clothing.

You know what? I stand corrected.

You do belong down here.

Sam: You know what, you're right.

I do need a break.

Or a drink.

You free?

I might have some free time.

Who's buying?

Uncle Sam, naturally. (giggles)

I haven't done anything wrong.

I kept my clothes on and no money changed hands.

We're not concerned with your escort work, Bonnie.

It's your tradecraft that interests us.

My what?

The past few months, you've targeted DEA agents, State Department officials, even a judge's clerk.

You want to tell us why?

Men in high-stress jobs, little free time... they make the best clients.

I work where the need is greatest.

And there's a lot of need there.

In here, too.

You two look like you haven't had any in awhile.

I think you're confusing horny with hungry.

We skipped lunch today.

Tried to eat, couldn't keep anything down.

Yeah.

Not after looking at these.

This is what's left of the women that work with the Peña Cartel.

Not much, is there?

Sam: Look.

You can be tough, Bonnie.

But tough only gets you so far.

It was a normal job.

I got a call about a man.

A regular.

But when I got there, it wasn't him.

There were four of them.

And they made it very clear that I couldn't say no.

What were your instructions?

They told me who to target.

Make conversation, steal documents.

Tablets, cell phones... anything to do with the Peña Cartel.

Did they say what they were going to use the information for?

Sam: Bonnie...

Do you know her?

Only by her first name.

What is it?

Monica.

She used to work the park, like me, but later she just focused on one guy.

Eric: Kevin Turner.

He's the federal prosecutor leading the case against Domingo Peña.

If the cartel gets to him, we can kiss extradition good-bye.

Now, his office says he left the courthouse after lunch, claiming he had a family emergency.

Only problem is: Turner doesn't have any family.

No children, his mom d*ed last year and his dad was never in the picture.

His car is currently parked outside his home in Hollywood.

(sighs) Hey, uh...

Kevin, it's Hank from next door.

I got some of your bills accidentally.

Hey, Kev!

These, uh, these bills look important.

Like overdue bills, like, "they're gonna shut off your water" kind of bills.

Ooh. Ouch.

Uh, you okay?

Uh, fine.

You have some of my mail?

Yeah.

This got put into my mailbox by mistake.

Thanks. Um... it's just the two?

Just the two.

Kensi (over earwig): Callen and Sam, I got a guy in the dining room.

Got it.

Callen: I got the second, Sam.

On my mark.

Deeks: So, listen, Jeanie was thinking about having a potluck...

Callen: Now.

Federal agents!

(grunts)

Clear!

Deeks: Go ahead, take a seat.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm good.

How did you know?

If the cartel wants to stop Peña's extradition, they gotta stop you first.

But it's already happening.

What are you talking about?

We finalized the extradition days ago.

Peña's on his way to L.A. as we speak.

We've been looking at this the wrong way.

They're gonna try to free Peña.

Turner: Before I became a prosecutor, I worked as a lawyer for the DEA.

I would go on raids with them, make sure they followed the rule of law.

Saw a lot of action.

Never thought I'd get caught up in it like this.

What did they want?

Peña's transport route.

The DEA is taking him straight from the airport to the courthouse for initial arraignment.

Arraignments have to be conducted within 48 hours of arrests, yeah.

And we didn't want any delays.

It was all kept hush-hush to prevent leaks.

Too late for that.

So what did you tell them?

Nothing.

I don't know the transport route.

I don't even know which airport he's flying into.

You know her?

Monica Lee.

Sam: You know where she lives?

Callen: Eric, try Monica Lee.

No, I...

We only went on a couple of dates.

It was just... harmless fun.

Least I thought it was.

Eric's got an address for Monica Lee.

Kensi and Deeks are on their way.

(door opens)

Man: Damn it, Turner.

Peña lands in 15 minutes, and you almost blow the whole thing 'cause you can't keep it in your pants.

Granger: This is DEA Agent Mario Sanchez.

Thank you for all you've done.

We gotta get moving.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you going?

I've got to see this through.

I'm not gonna let them stop me through intimidation.

You're still in danger.

Sanchez: I can assure you he'll be safe.

We changed the transport route and increased security around the courthouse.

Nothing's gonna happen on my watch.

Well, that's funny. Because this looks a lot like you cozying up to a cartel prost*tute.

Well, she didn't get any Intel from me.

Now if you don't mind, this is a DEA matter.

What's your rush?

48 hours isn't up.

Granger: Tell you what.

You take Turner to the courthouse.

Sanchez and I are gonna have a little talk, if that's all right with you.

Nell: Yeah, Kens?

Nell, we're at Monica Lee's place and so are the police. She's missing.

Neighbor called it in when she noticed the door was open.

There are signs of a struggle.

Okay.

I'll scan traffic cams.

Can we narrow down the time frame at all?

Around 11:00 last night.

All right, so the good news is that, uh, LAPD's gonna let us on the scene.

The bad news is that Monica's got a seven-year-old daughter.

She's missing, too.

Geez. Nell...

Yeah, I heard, Kens.

I'm searching as fast as I can.

(phone chimes)

Check out this text my daughter just sent me.

"Hanna FTW".

"Hanna for the win."

And that is a, uh, protractor emoji.

That means she aced her math test.

I know what it says, but why doesn't she just say that?

She is, it's just a different language.

It's not a different language.

It's laziness.

Speak for yourself.

I'll take Tween over Tagalog any day.

Eric, you find Monica?

Uh, still missing, but I might have something on Turner.

Now, it could be nothing, but I kept digging into his background, and I realized he's got a lot in common with Goodsell's Grey Man pattern.

I mean, both guys ate at the same sushi place.

So I did a little more digging.

Turner's mother was living in Oceanside 33 years ago, at the same time that Goodsell was stationed right nearby at Pendleton.

Now, she d*ed last year.

But when I pulled her will from the public record, guess who was named in it.

Goodsell.

She left him an envelope.

And I don't know what was in it, but my guess is...

Tell him about their son, Kevin Turner.

Eric: A week after Turner's mother d*ed, Goodsell went AWOL from the CIA.

Hetty: He was watching over his son the entire time.

So, Goodsell's training enabled him to pick up on the espionage.

But once he saw his son with one of the women from the cartel, he got involved.

Broke his cover, paid with his life.

Turner probably saw his father every day.

He just didn't know it.

Nell: Guys?

I have something you have to see.

Kensi and Deeks just found this at Monica Lee's house.

Turner said he'd never been to Monica's place.

That looks like more than "harmless fun" to me.

Why would a federal prosecutor lie to us?

The cartel uses Monica to seduce Turner.

Once she has him hooked, they take her away.

Then they used her to get him to finish the job.

But there's no way that Turner could free Peña all on his own.

But that's not the plan.

I just finished talking to Agent Sanchez.

He's clean, but the DEA made a deal with Peña.

In exchange for what?

Peña's gonna give them the names of every Mexican official complicit in the drug trade.

It's the best sh*t they've ever had at ending this w*r.

Sam: So, the cartel doesn't want their boss freed.

They want him dead.

And Turner's the assassin.

Where are we?

Callen and Sam are almost at the courthouse.

Agent Sanchez is already there.

Does he have Turner?

Can't find him, but Peña's under heavy guard.

Nell: Guys?

I think I found Monica.

Okay, I spotted this van near Monica's place last night around the time of her abduction.

Now, it's the same van in Goodsell's photos.

And Kaleidoscope just picked it up an hour ago parked here.

It's a shut-down restaurant in North Hollywood.

Peña cartel's had a foothold there for years.

Nell: Exactly.

Kensi and Deeks are in the area.

I'll send them now.

Torres, I need eyes on Turner.

Torres?!

The agent assigned to Turner has been found unconscious.

His w*apon's gone. Turner know how to use it?

I've been on raids with him, he's trained. (alarm sounds)

(alarm sounds)

Fire alarm.

It's not a drill.

Agents are reporting smoke on the second floor.

That's Turner.

What's the protocol in case of fire?

They're gonna take Peña out the same way they brought him in-- through the underground parking garage.

This way.

(tires squeal)

Callen: Federal agents!

Sam: Federal agents.

It's Peña.

It's about damn time.

Where the hell were you?

Back up!

Put 'em down!

Lower your weapons.

It's not gonna happen, Turner.

I have to do this!

If Peña's not dead in the next five minutes, they'll k*ll Monica and Amy.

PeÑa: Gustavo... that traitor.

He put a hit on his own compadre.

Kevin... Don't give him the satisfaction!

We know where they're holding Monica and Amy, agents are on their way now.

There's not enough time.

Yes, there is.

We saved you, we can save them.

Put the g*n down.

Kensi: See anything?

I got at least two guys.

They both have as*ault r*fles.

I don't see Monica or her daughter.

But there is a walk-in cooler.

That's where I'd keep the hostages.

So, we're outgunned, we got no backup.

And if Turner doesn't hear Monica in the next four minutes, that means that Peña's dead.

What's the plan here?

Why do I always have to come up with a plan?

What's your plan?

My plan is to live long and prosper.

You know what I mean?

To make little baby Deeks, little ninja assassins with fantastic hair.

Not likely in this job.

(chuckles)

Deeks, the only reason I didn't tell you about being homeless...

Really? Is this the best time to have this conversation?

It was the worst period of my life.

Made a lot of mistakes.

And I only ever want you to see the best part of me.

Okay?

Okay.

Just to narrow it down for me, though, the best part of you, is that your ankles?

'Cause you've got pretty sexy ankles.

I mean, your feet, they're all right.

Your toes are a little weird, but the rest...

This is exactly why I never talk to you.

What?

I think I got a plan.

No one's gonna care if a cartel boss dies.

Callen: You're right, Kevin.

You're right.

But you know whose death I care about right now?

Harrison Goodsell.

Sam: Kevin?

Goodsell is how we got onto the case.

He saw the cartel abduct Monica.

He tried to warn you, but they k*lled him.

What are you talk...?

I've never even seen this guy.

I know, but he's seen you.

It was your father, Kevin.

He d*ed trying to protect you.

Whoever he was, he should have tried harder.

Time's up, I'm sorry. sh**t him!

Turner: I have to!

sh**t him!

Kevin, stop it!

I'm not gonna let you do this.

I'm not gonna let you throw your life away.

So, you know what I'm gonna do?

I'll do it.

You just k*lled Monica and Amy.

(whistling casually)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Unless, of course, fried cartel is on the menu.

I'm just kidding.

"Fried cartel."

You look really confused and idiotic, so let me walk you through this.

Last few minutes, this whole room has been filling up with gas.

(sniffs) Go ahead, take a whiff, you smell that?

(sniffing)

Huh? You know what that is?

(sniffs) That's gasolina.

So, uh...

...so, f*ring your weapons is not the chef's recommendation.

What I would suggest, in contrast to that, is you put the weapons down.

Let's turn ourselves in, go talk about our feelings, maybe grab a beer, figure out why our dads didn't love us enough.

All these things can be discussed.

If you put those down, nice and easy.

See?

That was good, right?

Yeah, now we're talking.

We'll just go home, everybody's gonna be fine with the...

Okay, really?

With the meat cleaver?

Two on one, you get a... cleaver.

And now we're gonna fight with a... plan B!

(yelps)

Plan B!

Kensi: Deeks! Plan B!

(expl*si*n)

(grunts)

You okay?

Yeah.

Deeks!

(man yells)

Cooler.

Hey, guys.

How you doing?

No, we're federal agents.

You're safe now.

Let's get you guys out of here, come on.

Callen: Yeah.

Kensi: We got Monica.

Kensi, put her on.

Sure.

Monica.

Monica: Kevin.

You're okay.

And Amy?

Thank God.

I know, babe.

I-I know everything.

It's gonna be okay.

Monica: I love you.

I love... (phone beeps)

You're, uh, getting another call.

Hello?

Girl: Hey, Uncle Callen.

How's it going?

Hello?

Why is your daughter calling my phone?

You seem to understand her so well, I figured Uncle Callen should be one of her contacts.

You know, in case of emergency.

You gonna ignore my daughter?

What if she's in trouble?

Banana Hanna, everything all right?

Oh, yeah?

I hear you aced your geometry quiz today.

That's a good job.

Is your dad gonna be home in time to make lasagna?

Don't you worry about your dad. He will always be there for you.

The paperwork can wait, Mr. Callen. Go home. Take Joelle out to dinner.

Uh, she's busy. She's got her parents in town.

Huh. I see.

You met them, yet?

Why didn't Goodsell ever reveal himself?

Not to his own son.

Why didn't he say anything?

Perhaps he was simply respecting the mother's wishes.

Or perhaps he wanted to, but just didn't know how.

That's the thing about The Grey Man. He never reveals his secrets.