06x09 - Traitor

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Man: Yo, we got company.

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(engine revs)

You got a death wish, Duende?

Why, you suddenly got some balls?

Not as big as your mom's, man.

(laughs, speaks quietly)

Say it again.

Come on, say it again, bitch.

Man, put that away before I take it from you, man.

(engine revs, tires squeal)

Listen to your boy, now. Don't make me embarrass you.

Move it...!

(car horn blaring)

♪ NCIS: LA 6x09 ♪
Traitor
Original Air Date on November 24, 2014

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(loud, fake coughing)

Good morning.

What's this?

That was my leftover Uni Burger that I was gonna have for breakfast until somebody stole it.

Who eats a sea urchin burger, let alone for breakfast?

You do, apparently.

What makes you think that I would eat your disgusting leftovers?

Because I know you, because you're a scavenger, because you're a refrigerator hyena.

Let me smell your breath.

What?! Smell your own breath.

Aha!

Fine.

Surprisingly minty.

Sure you know me?

Yeah. Know you so well to know that even if you did steal my Uni Burger you would then do something super sneaky like try to cover it up by using minty fresh mouthwash.

How did they ever give you a detective’s badge?

I'll have you know, at the LAPD they used to call me Sherlock Holmes.

(scoffs) Oh, a fictional character-- well done.

I also know you better than you think, Missy.

Oh, yeah?

What's my favorite color?

Blue.

Wrong.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me be more specific. Cornflower blue.

That was such a lucky guess.

A lucky guess? Okay, first off, that's not even a real color. And secondly, you don't even own anything in the cornflower hue.

Not that you know of. See? Apparently, you don't know everything about me.

I know you hate liver but love bulgogi.

So does everybody else.

I know that your favorite movie on the planet is Titanic.

Me and a billion other people.

I know that you love mojitos and techno music at the Apex Hotel.

I know that you played college softball.

I know that you dressed up like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle as a kid for Halloween.

I know that you keep a journal.

I know that you want to have an oregano garden even though you are a noted plant k*ller.

I know that your favorite New Kid on the Block was Joey McIntyre, and why not, because he was the dreamiest.

(laughs): Bam.

Oh, and I also know that you hide girly magazines under your bathroom sink.

I do not.

I mean, not like... girly magazines, but I mean, like, magazines for girls-- things like Cosmo and Modern Bride-- because our kick-ass Kensi-Lina has a softer, lacy, lady side that no one knows about... but me.

And I love it.

You couldn't have said that any creepier.

Creepier?! I thought I was pretty charming.

(panting): Guys, Granger's been in an accident.

What happened?

We're still trying to find out.

Come on, Beale.

Okay. They rushed him to County.

He was conscious at the scene, but that's all they would tell me.

Show them the crash.

Eric: A security camera from a nearby residence caught the accident.

Oh, my gosh. He's lucky he survived that.

Kensi: What was he doing?

We don't know yet.

We're not gonna find out sitting here.

We'll work the accident scene. You guys check in on Granger. Anybody inform Hetty?

She knows.

What did she say?

Not a damn thing.

Callen: All right, guys.

What do you think he was doing up here?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Well, maybe Eric can backtrack his movements using traffic cams.

Yeah.

He was driving way too fast for this road.

There's no way he could've made that curve.

The witnesses said it was a single car.

There was no pursuit.

Uh, no skid marks-- he never touched the brakes.

How do you explain this?

I don't know. Maybe he was injured and needed to get to the hospital.

It's the wrong direction.

Something isn't right.

But you got a theory.

Nope.

I know that look-- you're holding out on me.

I got nothing-- except a bad feeling that this might not have been an accident.

Well, that goes without saying. What else?

First there's a breach of security.

Hetty's personal data is leaked.

That almost gets her k*lled.

Now Granger smashes up his car in the middle of the night, 15 miles from his house?

Are you kidding me? Could be unrelated.

Could be.

Could also be... we really do have a mole.

(groans): Oh, I hate it when she does this.

Does what?

That.

She's having a cup of tea.

It's her sixth one.

Well, maybe she's thirsty.

Maybe she's worried sick about Granger.

I think one of us should talk to her.

Be my guest.

And by "one of us," I mean you. Hetty likes you.

Oh, come on. She likes you, too.

She tolerates me.

(scoffs)

Look, if Hetty wanted to talk to one of us, she would.

So you're not gonna do it?

No.

Fine.

(sighs)

(slowly drumming fingers)

I'm doing it.

Really don't think that's a good idea.

But... you're gonna do it anyway.

Knock, knock.

(nervous chuckle)

Who's there?

Hetty.

(nervous chuckle)

Hey.

(sighs)

(British accent): Having a spot of tea, are we?

Pip, pip, cheerio. Jolly good.

So, I'm just checking in, you know, see if you need anything.

All right, you know what?

Figured as much.

Just checking, and, uh, wanted to say that...

I'm sure the assistant director will be just fine.

I will be upstairs in Ops.

Which is where I'm going right now.

Mr. Beale...

...keep your eyes... open and your wits about you today.

Okay.

And, um...

Eric?

Mm-hmm?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Deeks: Why is he in restraints?

There was a safety concern.

He's a federal agent.

Nurse: Are you next of kin?

We're coworkers.

Nurse: I'm sorry, I can't discuss this with you.

You know what? We're NCIS, and we're investigating-- we need some answers.

I'll get the attending physician.

Thank you.

Woman (over P.A.): Nurse Carson to Four West Nurses Station.

Nurse Carson to Four West Nurses Station.

Assistant Director? It's Agent Blye. Can you hear me?

Hey, buddy.

How's our favorite little curmudgeon?

You gave us quite the scare.

Where am I?

Right now, where am I?

You're, uh, you're in the hospital.

You were in an accident, Granger.

Don't... You don't have to take that off.

Don't take that-- that's the I.V.-- please, not-- No, no, no.

We want to keep that on there, 'cause the nurse--

Don't do that Take your hands off me!

Granger!

Kensi: Whoa!

Whoa. Relax. Relax. You're okay.

Listen, it's not safe. It's not safe.

We have to go to...

(muttering) Let go of me.

Just go. Listen, just... Let go of me. Granger...

Let me go.

It's okay. Granger, Granger...

Let go of me. Let go.

Stop... Granger...

(alarm blaring) Granger, just re... he's going for my w*apon-- he's got...

No, no! No, no!

What the hell is going on here?

Who removed his restraint?

Granger: Get away! Let go of me!

Move it!

Let go!

Doctor: Give me ten cc's of Midazolam.

Clear the room! Clear the room!

Okay. Whoa!

What's happening? What's going on with him right now?

He had a seizure! Go!

(Granger groaning)

Man: I got him. I got him.

Hold him down! Hold him down!

(Granger grunts, groans)

(grunting, growling)

(monitor beeping steadily)

He was restrained for his safety as well as our own.

Sorry-- he's not normally like that.

What's wrong with him?

He's in an altered state.

We just don't know why; we're still running tests.

He may have suffered a head injury from the collision.

Do you know if he was on any medications?

No, not that we know of.

What about dr*gs or alcohol?

I mean, he has a cocktail once in a while, but no dr*gs.

You sure?

Any family history of mental illness?

Um... (stammers)

You two work with him, but you don't really know anything about him.

He's a pretty private person.

I don't think you go around telling...

Tox screen's back.

Thank you.

Anything?

He was poisoned.

Sam: What kind of poison?

KENSI (over radio): They're retesting, but they think it's something called Aconitine.

Monkshood? How the hell did he get that?

They haven't determined that yet.

Sam: We need to search his car and his houses.

Hey, have her Hazmat team also check his office, but do it on the down low.

If somebody on the inside's responsible for this, we don't want to tip them off that we're onto them.

Got it.

You look like you're ready to k*ll somebody.

I am.

Kensi: I couldn't quite put my finger on it but... you know what it is?

Something's still bothering me.

What do mean, about Granger?

No, about you.

How would you know about my magazines if you weren't snooping under my sink?

(chuckles) Oh. All right.

I wasn't snooping under your sink. I was looking for toilet paper, which is something, evidently, you never do, because every time I come to your house, I have to put toilet paper on the roll.

How hard is that? Come on, it takes, like, two seconds.

Are you serious?

One step, you take it, and two, you put it on the thing and you're done.

What difference does it make if it's on the counter or if it's on the actual roll?

Um, principle.

Why are you so obsessed with toilet paper?

(scoffs)

Did you have some sort of traumatic event as a kid that-that... with potty training?

Is this why you don't pee in public toilets?

Wait, who doesn't pee in public toilets?

Uh, Deeks.

I don't blame him.

Thank you. At least I'm not the one that pees in takeout containers for food on a stakeout.

A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

Nell, what do you got?

Aconitine-- it's a highly poisonous alkaloid whose chemical makeup is C34-H47-NO11.

It's basically a neurotoxin that is absorbed via mucous membrane-- nostrils, lips, mouth, but also via skin.

Depending on the level of exposure, it can cause severe diarrhea, pain, paralysis, vomiting... and eventual cardiac arrest.

Sounds like your chili.

Where would somebody get their hands on this?

That's the easy part. It occurs in nature.

It comes from the aconitum plant, also known as monkshood or wolfsbane.

Actually, in "ye olden days" they used the poison to k*ll wolves, which is why everyone knows that wolfsbane is an effective deterrent against werewolves.

Kensi: Deeks.

Hmm? What?

Whoa, what the what? What is that doing on your desk?

I thought you put it there.

Why would I give you a poisonous plant?

I didn't know it was poisonous until right now.

Well, I certainly didn't give it to you. (sighs)

And don't get closer-- it's got deadly nectar and-and poisonous pollen and all sorts of... Don't.

It's only deadly if you ingest it or touch it.

Then don't...

I'm not.

Nicely work, Poison Ivy. See?

Okay, if you didn't put that on my desk, then who did?

Probably the same person that poisoned Granger.

All right, appreciate it.

They said they found traces of the poison, but nothing near a lethal dose.

Granger must have picked it up elsewhere and carried it home.

See anything unusual in there?

Nah, guy lives like a monk.

You two could have been roommates.

I've seen homeless people with more possessions than the two of you combined.

Some of us haven't been seduced by the trappings of ownership.

Ah. What, have you been reading self-help books?

To know yourself is (phone line ringing) to know the universe.

You know what I know? You're full of it. Hello?

Kens, we're at Granger's, we got nothing.

How are things back there?

Not good.

They found high concentrations of poison in Granger's office.

In the desk, telephone, even on the paperwork.

That had to be the source.

Mm-hmm.

There's ano...

There's another thing, too.

Somebody left the plant that the poison is made from on my desk.

Eric and Nell are checking surveillance cameras to try and see who did it.

You're gonna need to evacuate the building.

Yeah, I'll inform Hetty. I'll keep you posted.

Once we evacuate the building, Hazmat can go through it.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

This whole place has to be decontaminated.

I realize that, Mr. Deeks.

I'm just not sure about evacuating.

Granger is clinging to life at the hospital as we speak.

This is deadly.

I'm well aware of its lethality, Ms. Blye.

If you do not evacuate the building, everyone is under risk of being exposed.

And if I do, whoever is responsible for this, could escape, could go on to poison many more than those of us here today.

Everyone in this building understands the risks involved in this job.

And you're willing to make that choice for them.

That's what I do.

Hetty...

(buzzing, whirring)

We have a mole in our midst and it ends today.

Now, I trust Hetty knows what she's doing.

If the poison's limited to Granger's office, the risk should be minimal.

Yeah

Uh, it's still a risk.

Sam: Where are we with suspects?

Eric and Nell are sorting through everybody.

What about the people that aren't at work?

Uh, there are three.

So we have, uh, Deborah Hill, she's out on maternity leave.

Edward Stevens is supposedly at a funeral on the east coast.

And, uh, Lisa Manning, Granger's assistant, is home sick for two days now.

We need to pay Lisa a visit.

Let us know if you find anything else.

Done.

Hetty: How are we making out?

Data mining through everyone, focusing on our most recent hires.

We're searching for any suspicious anomalies in the workplace. Um, contact with the outside, travel, finance, et cetera, but so far, nothing.

We also went through the surveillance tapes to see who put the flower on Kensi's desk, but the system was down for about an hour for routine maintenance.

Looks like someone took advantage of that window of opportunity.

What about, uh, Inspector Wallace and her group?

They had the run of the place when they were here.

Inspector Wallace probably saved your life.

But we will look into them as well.

Meanwhile, I want you to dust off your polygraph skills, Ms. Jones.

I want everyone in the building boxed.

Myself included.

Callen: Lisa! Lisa Manning!

Agent Callen and Hanna from work.

She's still breathing... barely.

Pulse is thready.

(line ringing)

Lisa?

Callen.

Kens, we got Lisa Manning at her house.

We need an ambulance.

Have you ever given Hetty a polygraph before?

No.

I don't suppose you could ask her about Area 51?

Eric, now is not the time for jokes.

What? Who's joking.

If anyone knows the truth about alien visitations, it's Hetty.

We have to take advantage of these situations.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

(tablet beeps three times)

Did you get something there?

Uh, Nell?

Hey, did you cash in some investments today?

Me? (exhales) Last thing I invested in was Captain America, volume one, number 74.

And I had to go in with six other guys.

That's a comic book, right?

Uh, yeah, just a little old comic book where Cap is forced to fight Red Skull to the death-- wait for it-- in Hell.

It's classic.

All right, well, I don't know if that's what this is, but someone deposited $50,000 into your bank account 40 minutes ago.

What? That's impossible.

That's what it says.

Um, I have to put in my passcode-- can you...

Yeah, yeah. Pardon me.

You done?

Yeah.

Whoa.

This isn't mine.

I mean, I swear to God, I-I have no idea how this happened.

You have to believe me.

There's no way I would ever do anything...

All right, just relax.

But-but-but-but...

I-I know how this looks, okay?

Beale. Relax.

You-You... Someone's trying to frame me.

I-I am a lot of things, Nell, but I am not a mole, okay?

Beale.

Aah! I'm sorry.

No, I needed that.

Yes, you did.

You need to figure out where this money came from.

And you need to keep this between us until I do.

The longer you keep this a secret, the more suspicious you're gonna look, and I am not gonna lie for you.

Just let me figure it out, okay?

Fine.

You figure it out.

She's lucky you found her when you did.

Let me guess, it's the same thing that took down Granger?

Well, we need to wait on the tox screen, but if they work together, then yeah, there's a good chance they were similarly exposed.

What's his prognosis?

We're doing all we can, but he may have been fighting this off for some time.

Why he didn't seek seek medical treatment sooner is beyond me.

Well, that's because he's a tough son of a bitch.

For his sake, I hope so.

We should have seen this coming, G. He hasn't quite been himself lately.

We both think he looks like hell.

I just thought it was stress.

Sam: Anything else we can do?

Yeah, find out where this poison is coming from before people start dying.

(sighs): Oh, boy.

Nell: Have you ever committed treason?

I supposes that depends on one's definition.

Hetty, you have to answer yes or no.

Oh, yes, I know. I'm very familiar with this process, Ms. Jones. Hell, I developed most of these questions. Yes, I committed treason. But never against the United States.

I'll have to make that one more specific in the future.

Have you ever tried to injure or harm assistant director Owen Granger?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I said, "Have you ever tried to injure...?"

Yes, I heard you.

I even tried to k*ll him.

But that was a long time ago, and we get along much better now.

Well, that's good.

These the only profiles you've cleared so far?

Eric: No, those are the only ones with any suspicious anomalies.

Whoa. You got a suspicious anomaly?

Is it above or below the waist?

It's not funny.

Somebody wired $50,000 into my bank account today.

That's not funny. That's frickin' awesome.

Do you have any idea where it came from?

Well, whoever did it moved it through a bunch of different accounts here and abroad.

They clearly didn't want me to find out who it was.

I have a question.

How come this stuff never happens to me?

What, blackmail?

Yeah.

Do you think they transferred the money to arouse suspicion?

I don't know.

Seems pretty coincidental, don't you think?

Yeah, but they also have to know we're never gonna suspect you of being a part of something like this.

Yes, but they'd know we'd have to check it out nonetheless, and they'd also know he would be kept busy trying to find the source.

It's a stall tactic.

So, they're just buying themselves some time.

Eric: Yeah. Time for what?

Woman (screaming): No! No!

What the...?

Woman: Need help down here!

Man: What's going on?

Woman: Hurry!

Helen! Helen!

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Got it, got it. Go. Now.

Damn it! Get her down.

We need a medic!

She's not breathing.

I'll get the defibrillator.

Go, Kensi, go.

(quietly): One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

Damn it! Kens!

(continues counting quietly)

It was Helen Trapper.

Oh, no. From Human Resources?

Yeah, that's her.

She's a nice lady.

There's no way she could have been involved.

You sure it was a su1c1de?

Kensi and Deeks are still working the crime scene, so...

I can't believe I just said that.

You know, I used to think this was the safest place on Earth, but then, Draeger showed up, and now this. I...

There's a good chance they're connected.

Did she leave a note?

Not that we found.

You check her devices?

Nothing on her cell.

We're still checking her computer.

What about our surveillance cameras?

The thing about that is, their layout is based on normal operations, so, when we went into lockdown, there were some blind spots behind the security cameras, and there's nothing I can do about that.

Perfect.

All right, we'll check out her residence.

Anything suspicious comes up on your end, let us know.

Will do. Thanks.

Man: Right this way.

Come on.

MAN (on monitor): All right, take a seat, if you like...

MAN 2: This is ridiculous.

Man: Relax.

(conversation continues indistinctly over monitor)

Callen and Sam are on their way to Helen's house.

Let me know if they find anything.

Hetty, what makes you think they're going to find anything?

I mean, you and I both knew Helen.

Did we?

Yes.

She helped me with my paperwork when I first started, and she had been here longer than Callen.

The best spies are the those you least suspect.

No, I know, and I get that, but Helen?

And now, we're rounding up people from accounting and the mail room, even Beale.

I don't know.

I like to think I'm a good judge of character, but I've been fooled before.

People change.

They lose their way.

Sometimes, they lose themselves.

Deeks: Kensi?

Yeah.

So, historically, poison has been a woman's w*apon of choice, am I right?

I suppose.

So, we are to assume that Helen k*lled herself because she poisoned Granger, and knew we were closing in on her?

Right.

So, then, why hang herself?

Why not just slug back a whole smoothie of wolfsbane and be done with it?

Maybe she used it all on Granger.

Maybe.

Gentlemen, you give us a second?

Mm-hmm.

Then maybe she's innocent.

Maybe she had nothing to do with Granger.

And maybe the real culprit panicked when Hetty put the whole place on lockdown.

Using her m*rder as a smokescreen.

You got to see this.

See that? Ligature bruising from the hanging?

Yeah. But then, look at that.

There's a whole 'nother ligature wound.

It's lighter and hard to see, but it's definitely there.

No, I see it.

Which means...

She was strangled before she was hung.

Exactly. Poor Helen.

So, now, the k*ller wants to get us off his trail, so, he finds a patsy.

Well, he or she, 'cause the k*ller could be a she.

Um, a woman could have k*lled Helen and put the cord around her neck, but there's no way she would have been strong enough to haul her body up in the air.

I mean, it's dead weight.

Okay, he. So, he needs to find somebody sweet and unsuspecting.

He sees Helen, and he says, "Hey, Helen, listen, I just wanted to talk to you for a second."

Yes, of course, sir.

(Deeks stammers)

So, she cruises in, he looks around, tells her how much he likes her pant suit, and pulls her in tight like that, and he's smelling.

(sniffing) Smelling her hair.

What? What? He's smelling her hair?

Oh, I was just getting into the mindset of the k*ller.

He smells her hair. It smells like...

Don't...

(sniffing) It smells like lavender.

Don't do that. You're freaking me out, Hannibal Lecter.

Well, now you made me lose my train of thought.

You made you lose your train of thought.

So, she's not a fighter, but, obviously, animal instinct kicks in, so, she's probably clawing at his hands like that.

Right. Yeah, he's too smart. He's a pro.

He'd be wearing gloves. But he's also desperate.

If she connected, his DNA would be under her nails.

Oh, except for, we don't have DNA samples of anybody here who's not an agent.

No, but we can get a rapid test on everybody else left in the building and get results in a few hours.

We're gonna catch this guy.

We're gonna get this guy.

Oh, and one more thing.

Don't... don't ever smell me again.

No promises.

Find anything?

Nah, man. This place kind of reminds me of my Aunt Beezie's, if there was a couple of dozen cats running around.

Wait a second. After all these years, you can still surprise me.

You had a crazy cat lady in the family?

She's not crazy. She's a little eccentric.

Uh-huh. Six cats is eccentric.

Anything over ten-- that's, uh, certifiable.

She's lonely.

Uh-huh.

Wonder why.

Yo. Check this out.

Maybe Helen had a green thumb after all.

Why are they keeping us here like caged animals?

I think it's for our own safety.

They think one of us k*lled Helen.

I thought Helen k*lled herself.

Helen? She used to catch spiders in the kitchen and let them go outside.

She wouldn't hurt a fly.

Did any of you know her well?

I did. She was really nice.

She used to bake things and bring them into us all the time.

I can't believe she's gone.

Does she have a boyfriend?

Why are you even here, Beale?

What did you do to get booted from your ivory tower?

Nothing.

He's probably a plant... here to spy on us.

No, I'm not.

It's about time.

Are we free to go?

Not yet. We gotta get some DNA samples first, from each of you.

Oh, come on.

Let's just get it over with, unless you have something to hide.

It's the principle.

Open wide.

You're up, man.

I'm doing so under protest.

Oops. Sorry.

That's quite all right.

We have another one.

All right, I'm doing it, I'm doing it.

Geez.

(scoffs)

Happy?

Very.

Wasn't so hard, was it?

Beale, you're up.

(sighs)

(groans) Drop your weapons, or I push this, and he's dead before he hits the ground.

Don't do this.

Nell: Oh, my God, Eric.

Man: You heard me.

Wait.

You're much more useful to Mr. Beale in here.

But, Hetty, this...

Alert Callen and Sam. Let them know we found our mole.

We should probably talk about this.

Kensi: Okay, okay, okay.

We'll put it down.

(grunts quietly)

Putting it down.

(sighs) Oh, Ty...

Kick the g*ns to me.

Gwenny, come here.

Now!

Pick 'em up.

Now... we are going to move slowly... and calmly out of here.

Back it up.

Back...

Back it up.

That's good.

Close it, Beale.

I don't know the code.

Close it.

(moaning)

(keypad beeping)

(Gwenn gasps, shouts, anxiously)

Son of a bitch.

Do not let them out of your sight.

Damn it. It's fried.

We gotta get out of here.

Nell, you got eyes on them?

No, but I can hear them.

Deeks: Where are they?

I don't know.

Eric, if you can hear me, give us a clue as to where you are.

Brown: Stop right there. Now.

Eric... Lift up your shirt.

Eric: What?!

Do it.

Where is it?

Ah.

I should have known.

Give it to me.

Okay.

But we have to keep moving.

The best bet...

Oh, sh**t.

Man: Nell? Eric?

Callen.

I need you to take the carport door off lockdown so we can get in.

Okay. Well, please hurry up. Brown is trying to get Eric out of the building as his hostage.

We'll be there in six minutes.

Four.

Five.

Err on the side of caution.

Have I ever crashed with you in the car?

Yeah. A lot of times.

Well, those were all intentional.

Lucky me.

Ty. Stay put.

How do we get out of here?

Look, Carl, just put the g*n...

(grunts)

Get me out of here or I'll k*ll you.

(phone ringing)

Give it to me.

Mr. Beale can't come to the phone right now because he's about to die if you don't back the hell off.

How do we know he isn't already dead?

(sighs)

I'm fine. Just do as he says.

I don't want to die in this old building.

Old building.

(gasps)

He's taking him through the burn room service area.

Smart boy.

Callen, Eric is leading him down into the basement storage area.

What the hell are you playing?

You want a way out of here-- this is it.

This leads to the basement storage area.

It's outside the containment zone.

You can exit to the street from there.

You may just live through this after all, Beale.

But I doubt it.

Go.

Which way?

I don't know. I've only ever seen the blueprints.

You lying little geek.

No, they-they changed everything around when they put the new furnaces in.

All right.

You've actually been really helpful, Beale.

I almost hate to k*ll you.

(gasps)

(clattering)

(gasping softly)

Beale?

Come out here right now, or I will sh**t you like a dog.

Beale!

Pick on someone your own size.

Kensi: Hello, Carl.

Holla.

I'll take those.

Kensi: Remember us?

Is it just me or does he seem awfully happy for a guy who's going to jail for the rest of his life?

Maybe he just likes bunk beds.

So here's what we know.

You befriended Helen, maybe even led her to believe that you might be interested in her romantically.

Convinced her to let you use her garage, do a little gardening...

And when she started to realize what was going on, you asked to speak with her privately.

You k*lled her, Carl, making it look like a su1c1de.

Almost.

She never suspected anything.

Desperate people will believe anything you want them to.

Now, I would like a place on the beach.

A condo overlooking Venice or the marina would be good.

Callen: I-I'm sorry. Did I... pass out and miss something?

I think we all know you're here to offer me a deal.

You'll be lucky if we offer you a blindfold for the f*ring squad.

Ooh.

G... Can I call you G?

No.

I'm more valuable to you as an asset than an embarrassment.

The only one you're embarrassing is yourself.

(chuckling): I think we all know that's not true.

I've already proven my abilities.

Quite impressively, I might add.

But... you caught me.

Now, I have no desire to go to jail and you have no desire for me to go to trial, because if I did, well, let's face it, once the story of my infiltration of your organization becomes public knowledge, it'll be the end of your careers and everyone else in this unit, including Hetty and Granger.

What are you proposing?

I believe it's called the dangled mole scenario.

I'm gonna work for you as a double agent.

Hell, I've already created the perfect legend.

And what makes you think we would ever want someone like you working with us?

Well, because if I don't, then you'll never have access to what I know, who I work for, anything.

Of course, I'll need my lawyer to negotiate the deal.

I leave these type things up to the professionals.

He's right.

Yeah. We have to leave this to the professionals.

(speaks Polish)

What is this?

(speaks Polish)

I want my lawyer.

(chuckles)

Don't ask us-- ask them.

You're in their custody now.

Who are you? Who are they?

They're the ones who will find out what you actually know.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Where am I going?

Where are they taking me?

We don't know. No one does.

That's why they call it a black site.

Brown: Extraordinary rendition is against the law.

So is treason.

(speaks Polish)

Are you guys really gonna send him to a black site?

Sam: He's headed to an animal shelter in Barstow.

When they hear the dogs barking after a few hours in the car, with a bag over their head, you'd be amazed how willing they are to talk.

Yeah, but like he said, you know, desperate people are willing to do whatever you want 'em to.

Mm-hmm.

Nice.

Hey.

Good job today.

Thanks, lady.

So, are you guys okay?

I'm okay. G?

Solid.

I got a little kink in my neck from the crawl space.

Maybe you can just give me a quick massage.

No. We're fine.

We're actually just fine.

You might want to... check on Eric, though.

Yeah.

Hey. You all right?

Yeah. I can't smell.

Yeah. He broke my glasses.

I see that.

Guess what.

You look better without 'em.

Okay. I think that's our cue, huh?

Wow, this is happening.

What's this?

(hisses)

Old building.

Old building.

(monitor beeping steadily)

Mm.

Clearly I haven't d*ed and gone to Heaven.

(chuckles)

I don't think that's in the cards for either one of us, Owen.

What the hell happened?

Well, let's see. Um, you were poisoned and crashed your car. And then, while you were napping, the rest of us smoked out our mole. Brown, from the I.T. department.

Oh...

World seemed a lot safer before we had these cyber punks running around.

Indeed.

Who was he working for?

We don't know yet. We'll figure it out in due time. All you have to worry about now is getting better. You're safe.

Don't tell me you're here to watch over me.

Something like that. You need to go to sleep.

Don't think this makes up for the time you tried to k*ll me.

Hetty: I wouldn't think of it.