02x04 - Special Delivery

[bunniefuu]

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(indistinct radio communication)

(sighs)

Check out Heidi and Spencer over here.

Oh, someone is not pleased with his choice of interior on the new seven series.

(laughs)

Got a runner. Pickpocket?

(computer beeps)

You lost him.

(computer beeps)

Try in the parking level.

There.

Frank, situation on B-level... two guys.

On it.

I don't see them.

Maybe they went up.

(woman screaming)

Oh, my God!

(gasps)

Frank, status?

NCIS: LA 2x04

Special Delivery
Original air date on October 5, 2010

Clothes.

Never a good idea.

Why not?

Ever had a friend or family member get you clothes?

Definitely not clothes.

Jewelry. Jewelry's special.

Sends a message of intimacy between two people.

And who doesn't love intimacy?

Especially the intimate kind of intimacy.

What are we talking about?

Maybe not jewelry.

Somebody want to help me out here, please?

Hetty's birthday. Oh.

Every year it's the same deal.

She doesn't want a gift, she doesn't want a party.

So every year you give her a gift and throw her a party?

Of course. And what if she really doesn't want one?

What if she says she doesn't, and really does?

And her feelings could be hurt if you don't? Exactly.

On the other hand, she's gonna be really angry if she actually doesn't and you do.

Exactly.

Come on, G.

You know Hetty better than anyone.

And birthdays are complicated.

And so is Hetty.

Sorry, guys.

What about clothes?

Yeah.

(quiet grunt)

(laughs)

(whistles)

Nell's been here less than a week, and already taking over whistle duties?

Eric is not a happy camper.

Ah, he shouldn't worry.

It won't be long before she's folding her tent like all the others.

Because...?

One of the many mysteries of Hetty.

For some reason, Intelligence Analysts just seem to rub her the wrong way.

Corporal Thomas Porter, stationed out of Camp Pendleton.

Security Guard discovered his body.

It was in...

The parking garage of the Beverly Hills Rodeo Collection.

Mini-mall of the rich and famous.

Long way from Pendleton.

It's a long way from a Pendleton Corporal's pay grade.

The hand was severed at the wrist.

And it's missing.

What's not is his watch, car keys and wallet, which was full of cash...

Cash and credit cards.

Beverly Hills PD is working up forensics.

So, obviously, robbery's not at motive?

Why us, Hetty?

Corporal Porter was an administrative clerk in Camp Pendleton's G-2 office.

Everyone in that office has.

Top Secret Security Clearance.

Even clerks.

I was just getting to that, Miss Jones.

But thank you.

Director Vance wants us to pay special attention to Corporal Porter's death.

Make sure we haven't been compromised.

And Beverly Hills PD has agreed that we'll take the lead in this.

Security cam footage?

Security guards saw a man who we believe is our k*ller, and then shortly after, he and another man were in a struggle in the garage, just a few minutes before they found Porter's body, but it's too quick to get anything useful.

Took his hand for a reason.

Porter worked in intelligence.

Maybe his prints get him access to sensitive material.

Very possible.

What else do we have besides Porter's intel specialty?

Single.

Lives on base housing.

Enlisted four years ago, out of Orange County.

He completed a tour in Iraq just a few weeks ago.

His civilian and m*llitary records are clean.

Porter's CO is doing an intelligence audit to determine if there's any sensitive material missing.

And Beverly Hills PD did a phone interview, which produced two people worth talking to.

Uh...

PFC James Winston was in his unit.

Something wonky was going on between them.

And then there's Corporal Andrew Peterson, Porter's best friend.

He works in the motor pool.

Deeks, Kensi, work with Beverly Hills PD forensics.

I understand you're a tea drinker?

"There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be diminished by a nice cup of tea."

(helicopter flies over)

PFC James Winston?

Yes, sir.

High school quarterback?

La Habra High. 2006 City Champs.

Think you'd hit that any harder if Corporal Porter's picture was on it?

NCIS?

Look, I liked Tommy.

CO said you had issues.

We did. He owed me.

How much?

Couple of grand.

That's a lot of money on a PFC's salary.

Not enough to k*ll him over.

Look, I was pissed he was slow in paying me back.

I'm not saying I wasn't, but...

You know, he'd borrowed from me before, and he always came through.

Said he had something going on, wouldn't be much longer.

What kind of something?

Business deal, supposed to pay off big.

He was real excited about it.

Where were you the day he was k*lled?

In my barracks room.

You got somebody that can vouch for you?

Just my rack and the throne.

Too many Jacks the night before.

You mind?

Be my guest.

Give her your best sh*t.

(grunts)

(groans)

Thanks.

I was a receiver.

A damn good wide receiver.

But you wanted to be a quarterback.

Everybody wants to be a quarterback.

Quarterbacks are the stars.

Quarterbacks get all the glory.

They get the applause.

They get the girls.

Eh, that, too.

Okay, thanks.

Beverly Hills PD forensics came in.

Corporal Porter d*ed from massive blood loss after his jugular vein and carotid artery were severed.

The, uh, throat cut and hand amputation were made by...

And I quote here: "a very sharp blade between seven and 12 inches in length."

Well, that would describe any number of KA-BAR combat knives.

That could describe any number of all kinds of knives, including the ones they use at the sushi restaurant at the mall.

You're suggesting a sushi chef would have m*rder*d Corporal Porter?

Omakase can be tricky, Kensi.

You know, because if you... Yeah, I got it, okay?

I don't think you do. Thank you.

No, I mean, I'm just, to clarify... I get it.

Mm...hmm. It means chef's choice...

We're good.

So, how well did you know Porter, Corporal Peterson?

Tom and I hit it off the first day we met.

We were the only Marines into football.

Real football.

Soccer.

Yeah, he was Man U.

I'm Arsenal.

Anybody in their right mind hates the Red Devils, but, you know, I loved him for loving the game.

You don't have a clue, of course.

Not many Americans do.

Except every four years when the World Cup comes around.

Then they all pretend to give a crap.

You have any idea who would have wanted to k*ll your buddy?

He was a cool dude.

Diane must be devastated.

Diane?

His girlfriend.

Diane Farley?

Works at Easy Mart. They were thinking about getting married, except...

Except what?

She thought that he was cheating on her.

Not sure why. He was crazy about that girl.

The parking garage has four surveillance cams.

Let's start with the one near...

The entrance.

All right, I've cued it back an hour before they found the body.

Corporal Porter drove a gray...

Gray Nissan.

There.

Time of entry: 2:25.

Seven minutes before the guard found his body.

Let's see if we can find him on one... On one of the other cams.

You and I have a problem?

(clears throat)

I wouldn't exactly call it a problem.

Uh, more like a situation.

Maybe a problem.

Hmm. Because I'm new.

No. Because you...

Finish your sentences?

(clears throat) Yeah.

It has to do with being a Type A with borderline ADD and control issues with men I admire.

It's something I'm aware of, working on, and hope one day to have a measure of control over.

You admire me?

Stop.

Stop the tape.

(beep)

Whoever cut off Corporal Porter's hand...

Wanted what was inside that case.

Yeah.

Standard-issue Smith &

Wesson 100 Series handcuffs.

25 bucks online.

Doesn't make sense.

Bolt cutters could have snapped them off, no problem.

Nothing unusual about the briefcase either.

So the $64, 000 question is...

What's in the briefcase?

Could be anything.

Well, the most obvious is classified material from his G-2 unit.

Well, they're halfway through the audit, and so far, nothing's come up compromised.

dr*gs, bearer bonds, securities, jewelry.

The most basic of all... cash.

Well, Eric said the bank and credit card accounts haven't shown anything unusual as far as deposits or charges.

Sure, but cash like that never sees the inside of a bank.

If the money was dirty, they wouldn't want a paper trail.

Maybe he was here to spend it.

Corporal Peterson said he was thinking about getting married.

An engagement ring from Tiffany's?

You have no idea what that little blue box means to a girl.

Oh, but I do.

Does Hetty cook?

If she does, it's with a pot from Singapore, a spoon given to her by a shaman, and a cookbook written in Swahili.

I'm more of a frozen pizza pocket guy myself.

Well, the ladies must love that.

(chuckles)

It's all about the wine pairing.

Diane.

Hi, can I help you find something?

Is there anywhere we could talk?

Look, if I leave the floor, they're going to dock my pay, and since Tom and I weren't married yet, the bereavement leave doesn't apply.

Have you found out who did this?

Not yet.

We were hoping that you could help us out.

(sighs) That's my supervisor.

Deeks, I see a Crock-Pot in your future.

Huh? Deeks.

Right. Crock-Pot.

Hi. Do you sell Crock-Pots?

We sure do.

Was Tom in any kind of trouble?

No... no, not that I knew about.

He was a really great guy.

I'm sure he was.

But someone k*lled him and...

They did that for a reason, Diane.

When he came back from Iraq, he was different.

Different how?

All he could talk about were sports cars, plasma TVs, expensive watches...

You were thinking of getting married.

Yeah.

Yeah, we were looking at rings.

I'd even found one.

It was... just a simple band with a... a tiny diamond, but...

I really loved it.

But he said it wasn't big enough.

That could be guilt.

Was he cheating on you?

Tom liked to flirt; he did.

That was just him.

But I was jealous.

So stupid.

So stupid.

The contents of Porter's car.

Gas station receipt from an Orange County station the morning of Porter's m*rder.

40 bucks of unleaded and

$1.50 for Ultra-Trank?

Hmm, Ultra is a line of herbal drinks formulated to boost brain function and enhance moods.

Trank is supposed to calm you down.

Trank, like...

Tranquilizer.

You're good.

Sorry, nervous sarcasm.

It's another of my personality flaws.

I have a lot of them, but I'm aware of them.

That's the good thing.

You realize you finished my sentence?

I wouldn't consider it a problem... yet.

Here's what is.

Um, most people would want the opposite of Trank if you're leaving for a road trip first thing in the morning.

Unless you're about to do something that makes you nervous.

Very good.

Said sincerely.

Hmm.

An ATM receipt from the same gas station.

He took out 60 bucks.

You don't take out cash if you got enough to fill a briefcase.

(quiet grunt)

Parking receipts.

One from the Rodeo Collection, the other from United Parking downtown.

Hmm. When?

Two days ago.

That's two trips to Los Angeles in 48 hours.

Where's the garage downtown?

(typing)

Inside the California Jewelry Mart.

200 stores of wholesale heaven, G.

A lot of the merchandise gets sold to retailers, but a lot of stores will sell direct.

Porter was either here to find a middle man to help him unload the goodies in that case...

Or buy some goodies at bargain prices with the cash in the case.

Jewelry Mart 101.

The thing is, his girlfriend said that he was impulsive when it came to spending.

That's not the kind of guy that's going to drive a hundred miles to the Jewelry Mart to get a bargain.

The question is: what was he selling and who was he selling it to?

You think she'd use it?

Hetty likes letters.

It is exotic.

Beautiful, isn't it?

From the Bengal region of East India, circa 1940.

How much?

14, 000.

Not rupees?

(laughs) Not rupees.

You ever seen this guy?

Take a different approach.

If somebody wanted to sell something they shouldn't be selling, who would they go to around here?

(sighs)

Jacob Rosen, third floor.

(elevator bell dings)

10:15...

Early lunch.

Security panel's not lit.

You don't leave a store full of jewels without turning on the alarm.

Mr. Rosen?

Thank you.

So the guy with the letter opener was right.

Jacob Rosen is the man you went to if you had things of questionable origin to sell.

He'd find you a buyer for a price.

The hand, Sam.

I know. Whoever cut off Rosen's didn't take it like they did Porter's.

Why?

Didn't need to.

Wasn't attached to a briefcase.

Then why'd he cut it off?

Send a message?

Maybe.

LAPD is actually being reasonable.

Because this homicide is part of our ongoing criminal investigation, they're down for us taking whatever we need from the crime scene.

I don't think it's a matter of being reasonable, Sam.

Because of their caseload?

Because Jacob Rosen was old school.

No computer?!

No computer.

In this day and age, why would you write anything but your signature by hand?

Doesn't make sense.

It's ridiculous.

What have I done to put together a group with no appreciation of the handwritten word?

Even banal ledger entries have intrinsically more meaning to the writer and, by extension, to the reader as well.

I'm at a loss.

Unfortunately, Hetty, so are we.

Maybe not.

Looks like he did business with at least four jewelry stores near Rodeo Drive on a regular basis.

We ran backgrounds on the employees and owners of the four jewelry stores.

None seem to have any relevance...

Except for one.

Aziz Anshiri is a devout Muslim and owner of Anshiri Jewelry on Brighton Way.

He was a prominent jeweler during S*ddam Hussein's regime, serving the president's family himself on occasion.

Now, during Corporal Porter's tour in Iraq, his squad leader was accused of stealing valuables from a house that they raided in Baghdad.

Not just any valuables... ancient jewelry looted from the National Museum when we invaded in '03.

Porter was questioned but not implicated.

The National Museum was home to some of the greatest treasures from ancient Babylon and Mesopotamia.

U. S. didn't b*mb it, but we also didn't secure it afterwards, so when the museum employees fled for their safety, Iraqis went on a looting spree.

Not our finest hour.

Over half of the artifacts are still missing today.

Oh, and, uh, Jacob Rosen's phone records indicate that he called Aziz Anshiri just a few days ago.

So maybe Porter did the same thing his squad leader did.

He stole something in Iraq he had already stolen from the Museum and took it home.

Only he didn't get caught.

And then Jacob Rosen Ly he hooked him up with Anshiri and Porter tried to sell it to him.

And Anshiri, being a devout Muslim and a friend of S*ddam, took offense to the theft and k*lled him. Why cut off his hand?

I mean, Porter must have had the key to the handcuffs on him, right?

It takes time to sever a limb, besides being incredibly, you know, messy.

It's a strict interpretation of Sharia law.

It calls for the cutting off of a thief's hand as punishment.

In Anshiri's mind, Jacob Rosen was as bad as Porter.

He k*lled him and cut off his hand as well.

He might be trying to make a point.

It's a good theory, but it's just a theory.

We've got to get close to Anshiri...

Feel out his interest in old-school jewelry.

This is the Rolex

M-series Milgauss Green.

Faraday Cage construction, 40-millimeter polished steel bezel.

Rumored to become the most collected Rolex ever.

Mm-hmm. Does it sh**t poisonous gas or anything cool?

You scratch it, you buy it.

And, Ms. Blye, it's your wrist that hopefully makes the biggest impression on Mr. Anshiri.

From ancient Babylonia.

Displayed in Baghdad's National Museum until the U. S. invasion.

Y... How did you...

There's the happy couple now.

What do you think, Lady and the Tramp?

More like Beauty and the Beast.

Uh-oh.

Trouble in paradise.

You buy them as a couple?

It's L. A.... even a troll can score a supermodel if he's rolling charge.

Where does that leave us?

Aw, don't sweat it, G.

I have a charming personality.

Uh-huh.

And you...

Yeah, you're kind of screwed.

I attract more of an intellectual type.

Oh, yeah? Uh-huh.

Good luck with that.

(electronic door bell chimes)

Good afternoon.

How can I help you?

We are looking for an engagement ring.

Of course.

A big one. (chuckles)

She told me that size doesn't matter.

(gasps) Oh, my God.

Look at that one.

Oh, it's so beautiful, my sweet.

An excellent choice.

(gasps, groans quietly)

A beautiful diamond for a beautiful woman.

That's an interesting bracelet.

Do you mind if I ask you where you got it?

Oh, it was a gift.

From who?

A friend.

I can't help you.

You must leave.

What were you doing in there?

Just trying to make it look convincing.

You suck at being convincing, Deeks.

Who the hell says "my sweet"?

It's a term of endearment.

Like, in 1945.

Callen, we need to watch this guy.

He's definitely sketchy.

We're talking about Anshiri, right?

Princess?

Princess...

What?

Don't worry about it.

Thank you.

Just be careful with the car, okay? Of course, sir.

Anshiri seems nervous.

The only way to find out why he's nervous is to be inside with him.

Here's the bonus, Sam: I'm hungry, and it's gonna be on Hetty's dime.

You got to get more current, G.

This place is flavor of the month.

Four weeks to get a res.

It's L. A.

Then we do what everybody else in L. A. does.

Buy our way in.

Lie.

(low, indistinct conversation)

You got to take a photo and send it to Eric.

Those losers in Marketing won't believe we got reservations at this place.

Got it.

No photo! Relax!

Hey, relax, man!

Hey, hey, my man, hey...

Federal agents! Stand down!

Stand down.

(engine revs, tires squeal)

(panting)

(phone ringing)

(beep)

Yeah?

Got the pic. Facial rec took all of two seconds to get a hit.

His name's Salim Al-Jamal.

He's a major player in t*rror1st funding for Al Qaeda.

(beep)

Salim Al-Jamal.

A businessman that funnels money to the Middle East to finance Islamic t*rror1st training camps.

I did not know this.

I only know him as a potential client, that's all.

It's the truth.

How about this guy?

You recognize him?

His name was Corporal Thomas Porter.

I've never seen this man before.

You were meeting with him to buy ancient artifacts.

A meeting that was arranged by Jacob Rosen.

No, that-that's not true.

You consider yourself to be a true believer, Mr. Anshiri?

Sam, what does the Koran say about lying?

It's considered an abomination.

You're trying to use my religion against me.

It won't work.

DEEKS (whistles): Anshiri's a mean decorator.

I mean, he's got some cool stuff.

Yeah. If you like living in a museum.

Looking for a Kn*fe, right?

It's decorative.

You'd have a tough time slicing bread.

What are you doing in my house?

Mrs. Anshiri?

Who are you?

We're Federal agents.

You have no right to be here.

Actually, we do, ma'am...

It's called a FISA warrant.

We have to search your house.

I promise we'll be respectful.

Where is my husband?

You met Porter. No.

He tried to sell you artifacts stolen from Iraq.

I did not meet this man. You did meet this man and you k*lled this man, and following strict Sharia law, No.

You cut off the thief's hand as punishment.

I did not do that! And then you took the artifacts and you sold them to raise money for Al-Jamal t*rror1st activities.

You inv*de my country under false pretenses, you allow our National Museum and our palaces to be plundered, you b*mb our villages to k*ll our women and children, and you call me a t*rror1st?!

♪♪

Deeks?

Hey.

This one was used for more than slicing bread.

Well... I pushed him, and he broke.

Yeah.

Only he broke left when we expected him to break right.

That kind of moral outrage is hard to fake.

(phone ringing)

Kensi.

I think we found the Kn*fe.

Deeks is sending Callen a picture right now.

Incoming to your cell.

We can definitely confirm Anshiri's devoutness.

In his house...

A Koran, scriptures, prayer rugs, and his wife wears a hijab.

Got it.

We have the photo.

Is the Kn*fe resting on a paper bag?

Yeah, it was inside it, hidden in a toolbox.

I'll get back to you.

What is it?

Sharia amputation ritual for theft is very specific.

The Kn*fe doesn't matter, but what does is what it's wrapped in.

It would be a sacred ceremonial cloth, not a paper bag.

So whoever hid the Kn*fe got the ritual wrong.

Anshiri is devout... he wouldn't have got it wrong.

Much as I don't like him, G, he's being set up.

So, the necklace you found was a small part of what Queen Puabi was adorned with when she was buried in the Royal Tomb of Ur 2, 500 years ago in Mesopotamia, now modern-day Iraq.

The tomb was discovered in 1922.

What made the find remarkable was that it had avoided looters for centuries.

After the jewelry was put on display in Iraq's National Museum, it took a mere 60 years for it to be looted by locals after we invaded.

So the necklace was left with the Kn*fe to set up Anshiri.

Which means... There's a lot of more of Queen Puabi's jewelry still in the case Corporal Porter was carrying.

She does that.

Its return would mean a lot for Iraqi-U. S. relations.

Yeah, that's if we can find it before it's sold.

So whoever k*lled Porter and set up Anshiri either knew Porter or he know Rosen.

Or both.

Kensi, Deeks, get back to Rosen's boxes.

See if you can find a vector. Done.

Eric, this guy probably drove to Anshari's.

Check for nearby traffic cams.

The closest traffic cam is on the corner of Bedford and Elvado...

Just two blocks down.

Eric, there.

That's it all right.

Windows are too dark to make the driver.

No, no, no, Sam... it's the car that we recognize.

That same SUV entered the parking garage just an hour before Porter was k*lled.

If I can adjust the angle...

We might be able to...

See the license plate.

See the license plate.

On it.

The car belongs to...

Huh.

PFC Winston.

The one Porter owed money to.

Quarterbacks.

(rhythmic tapping)

(repeats rhythm)

(repeats rhythm)

(repeats rhythm)

Would you mind being quiet?

I am trying to concentrate.

Are you mad at me?

Dogs go mad. People...

People get angry.

Is this about the jewelry store?

Listen, I was just trying to sell the fact that we were a couple.

Yeah, whatever.

Like anybody would believe that we're a couple.

You're right. You are so not my type.

Would you care to explain...

Found something.

You got this wrong.

I can prove I was on base all day.

Your car wasn't.

I have no idea how that could have happened.

Maybe because you gave it to whoever you hired to do the job.

No, that's not true.

(phone ringing) I didn't hire anyone.

Kensi.

We found a vector.

A name on one of Jacob Rosen's payment ledgers.

He once worked for Rosen as a courier.

Who had access to your keys?

No one.

Somebody could have made a copy...

Car wash, mechanic.

I wash it myself.

The repairs...

It was a personal vehicle.

He's not supposed to...

Who's "he, " Winston?

A guy I know in the motor pool.

That would be Corporal Peterson.

He didn't show up for work this morning.

Left us a man short.

Any idea where he might be?

Not in his barracks room... we checked.

Maybe his girlfriend in San Ysidro.

Spends a lot of time there.

Girlfriend's name?

Ellen.

Ellen what?

No idea, sir.

(phone auto-dials) Eric, get me a name for Corporal Andrew Peterson's girlfriend in San Ysidro.

I need it fast.

Name?

Ellen. No last.

Do they always expect miracles?

Pretty much. Awesomer.

Entered Peterson's cell records.

Got a number in San Ysidro.

Mm. A lot.

Reverse directory for an Ellen... Rodriguez?

6241... Garvey Court Road.

Nice work.

You, too.

(car approaching)

(engine starts)

Stop! Federal agents!

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

He's making a run for the border, Sam.

(tires squealing)

(horn blaring)

Border fence ends in five miles.

He gets off road and crosses over, he's in Mexico.

That's not going to happen.

Hands out of the window where we can see them... now!

That's an order, Marine!

(phone ringing)

Director Vance.

Peterson was the missing link.

Porter tells his best friend about what he's stolen in Iraq.

Peterson hooks him up with his old boss who hooks him up with Anshiri.

Best friend kills Porter and Rosen, sets up Anshiri, and uses Winston's car while he's in L. A.

So he can't be I. D.'d.

Yeah, it would've been a good plan if it wasn't for a certain wide receiver that knew about Sharia.

Someone has to put points on the board.

Here comes the birthday girl.

Beverly Hills PD discovered this among Corporal Porter's belongings.

I assured them we'd know what to do with it.

Director Vance wants you all to know how pleased he is that you were able to recover the artifacts.

Well done.

She seems down.

Birthdays can be depressing.

Especially when no one buys you a gift or throws you a party.

Hey, it's what she wanted.

And for once, we didn't cave.

Thank you.

(music blaring)

Happy birthday, Hetty.

From all of us.

I thought it would go perfect with your...

Saffron jacket.

Exactly.

But this is from you alone.

No.

It's beautiful, my dear.

So...

What's wrong with all of you?

This is a party, not a wake.

The single malt's in my desk.

♪♪

Well, that went well.

Hey, do you have a banjo and chewing tobacco...

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Hetty. Thank you.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

(line ringing)

Hello.

Diane, hey, Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.

Hi.

I was wondering if I could drop by.

I, um...

I have something that Tom left for you.

Really?

I have no idea what it could be.

Yeah, sure.