02x14 - Lockup

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Previously on NCIS:Los Angeles...

CALLEN: Mowadh Dusa.

Goes by Moe.

SAM: I brought him here.

From Sudan?

Moe's father was k*lled.

It was the least I could do.

Moe?

What happens now?

You're gonna be placed under arrest.

I'm still your brother.

♪ ♪

Salaam.

The time has come.

Do it well.

Bismillah.

(grunting)

Enough.

(grunts weakly)

Welcome to your new family, Mowadh.

(panting)

♪ NCIS: LA 2x14 ♪

Lockup
Original air date on February 1, 2011>

You want to talk about it?

No.

W-We're here to listen.

No, I'm fine.

Let her eat her feelings in peace.

All right.

I decided to go on a second date with the graphic artist.

Okay, and let me guess, mommy issues?

He talk to you in a baby voice?

No, we had a great night.

Even took me to Medieval Times.

As a joke?

It was cute.

I told him on our first date that I wanted to go there ever since I was a kid.

And you got a second date?

So where did it go wrong?

He challenge you to a joust?

You do get super grumpy when you lose.

He steal your giant turkey leg?

You guys are really funny.

Forget about it.

Go ahead, Kensi.

I realized I forgot my wallet in his car, so I went over this morning, and I saw him standing in his driveway, kissing this blonde wench.

Ooh, language.

No, no, an actual wench.

Our beer wench from Medieval Times.

DEEKS: That hurts.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

WOMAN: Sam Hanna, this is Oakville Prison.

You're listed as next of kin for Mowadh Dusa.

He's been assaulted.

Where is he now?

He is at Hatfield Hospital.

All right, thanks.

(phone beeps)

That was Oakville Prison.

Moe was att*cked.

Why did they call us?

Not us, me.

I'm listed as his next of kin.

(monitor beeping steadily) Sam.

Take it easy, Moe.

(sighs)

They should not have called.

Who did this to you?

It's not what you think.

I knew it was coming.

Initiation.

A g*ng initiation?

Moe, I thought you would've learned by now.

I had no choice.

Of course you had a choice.

You can't let these people use you like this.

I'm gonna see what I can do to get you a transfer.

No.

I need to go back there.

Why?

Who said you have to go back there?

They moved me to Oakville to get close to someone.

They said if I helped them, they would reduce my time in prison.

Who do you have to get close to?

His name is Abdul Habaza.

And he did this to you?

Abdul is planning something; I heard them talking.

It will happen soon.

Who made you that promise, FBI?

NCIS.

Sorry. They're here to take him back.

Okay. Thank you.

All right.

Sam...

It's my only way out.

Moe...

You said we're just like brothers.

Then let me do this.

Please, brother.

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♪ ♪

HETTY: The boatshed...

And not my office.

I'm intrigued, Mr. Callen.

Left on my sister's grave.

Huh.

A Prussian Hussar.

Lead, hand-painted.

Older than I am, if I'm not mistaken.

Significance?

When I was a kid, a man at a beach handed me a toy soldier like that.

It brought back the memory.

A message from someone in your past?

Anyone of interest on the camera you hid in the birdhouse?

Two visitors.

Hmm.

A walk through the cemetery clears my mind, puts everything into perspective.

Second visitor?

You know him?

No.

But I almost met him.

Once.

Hey!

(tires screeching)

The man you couldn't catch.

I think he wants to meet with me.

Dangerous.

Necessary.

I can't sanction it.

I'm not asking you to.

But I do have time owed.

Indeed you do, Mr. Callen.

Don't get lead poisoning from this thing.

(sighs softly)

Guy in the middle is the leader.

Brought in four of his guys to do the job.

That's a classic g*ng jump in.

Moe didn't even put up a fight.

(door opens)

(video stops)

You should've told me.

That's precisely why I didn't.

Moe isn't trained for this.

He shouldn't be in there alone.

He isn't in there alone.

You underestimate me, Mr. Hanna.

One of our best people is in there with him.

Uh, Eric, ISP number 579.72.351.462.

Access camera seven.

Okay.

NELL: I'm sorry, where is this?

ERIC: Oakville Federal Prison.

I'm sure Nate is more than capable of this.

Nate's been tracking this t*rror1st organization, the Warriors for Islam, since I sent him to Afghanistan.

When we learned that one of the members of their group was doing time at Oakville, I placed Nate there as a prison psychologist.

You did the same thing with Moe.

Planted him there to get closer to the organization.

Yes.

So what about this t*rror1st, Abdul Habaza?

He's a member of Warriors for Islam, a well-financed t*rror1st organization based in Yemen.

They're also responsible for multiple bombings across the Middle East, Africa and Europe.

KENSI: So how is getting close to Abdul going to get us information about a t*rror1st group halfway around the world?

Because Abdul's brother is Saadat Habaza, head of the Warriors for Islam.

So what do we know about the Warriors for Islam?

Uh, virtually nothing.

You understand, Mr. Hanna?

ERIC: Guys...

Moe's prison bank account just received funds from an offshore account in the Caymans.

It's under the name, uh, Truftin Industries.

And it's not the first deposit to be made to an inmate in Oakville.

They jumped Moe in, now he's on the payroll.

ERIC: Truftin Industries is a shell company worth $20 million, funding several businesses in the U. S., one in West Hollywood.

Got an address for me?

You just got it.

Okay.

Stakes just went up.

Yes, they did.

I need to be there.

Is this about taking down a t*rror1st or about protecting Moe because you feel responsible for him?

Mr. Beale, please start creating Mr. Hanna's cover.

We'll need I. D.s, prison records.

Go back at least ten years.

Where's Callen?

Temporarily unavailable.

Keep him safe, Hetty.

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicking)

GUARD: Evaluation is in there.

In here.

He's all yours, Doc.

Not even a postcard.

I sent one every month.

Check Hetty's desk drawer.

It's good to see you, Sam.

It's good to see you, too.

How's Moe?

He's in the infirmary for now.

He's not cut out for this.

Not many are.

But he is determined to get out of here, and right now, that determination is winning over his fear.

I'm going to need to stay close to him.

Orderly in the infirmary.

Close enough?

It's close enough.

KENSI: Are you sure this is the right address?

DEEKS: Well, it's what Eric gave me.

Truftin Industries owns this joint.

Oh. Best assignment ever.

Can I help you?

Hi. Yes.

Yes.

Um, I'm Jennifer.

And this here is my brother, Edward.

Edward.

He's really shy, so he made me come with him, but he is dying to take your pole dancing class.

I think he wants to surprise his special friend, Phil, with a birthday lap dance.

Anything for Phil... lipa.

Phillipa.

She's English. Yeah.

You know those Brits.

Good lap dance really helps them come out of their shell.

Not just the Brits.

(laughs)

Oh. Not just...

Follow me, and I'll give you a tour.

Absolutely.

Did you hear that, Jen? Hmm?

Not just the Brits.

I did. Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

Um, oh, by the way, excuse me. I'm sorry.

Where is the ladies' room?

Upstairs, to the right.

Great. You go ahead, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Come this way, Edward, and I'll show you the warm-up room. Hi.

To the warm-up room.

I can... Hi.

All right.

I'll-I'll just go... Hi.

Eric, we're plugged in.

And we have access to their financial records, but they're encrypted.

All right, give me a second.

I got a receipt.

Current rental on a silver panel van.

(computer beeps)

All right. I'm in.

I got a bunch of wire transfers into various prison accounts.

It's from the same offshore account in the Caymans that's paying Moe in prison.

Warriors for Islam is using this business to send funds.

They have a sophisticated hard drive wiping system in place.

It's set to delete all files permanently on Thursday.

Same day their rental van is due back.

NELL: Okay, I'm looking at the leasing agreement for X-Pole.

They look like they have an assigned garage space out back.

Thanks, guys.

(low, indistinct chatter)

Number six.

Assalamu alaikum.

Walaikum assalam.

Well, no van.

Ammonium nitrate.

Diesel.

Wires and part of a blasting cap.

So we got al-Qaeda members with a panel van, fertilizer and fuel.

We have two days to stop a truck b*mb.

Hey, Louie, he'll be with you in a minute.

Sam.

I'm in B block.

I got assigned up here.

We got eyes on you at all times.

What do you need me to do?

For one, call me Hakeem, not Sam.

Get in with Abdul.

I'm going to get in with him, too.

How?

With a little help from our friends, the Aryans.

Gray. White. Red.

Silver. I got si...

That's Nevada plates.

Damn it.

You have anything? Kensi!

Put it down.

Put the doughnut down.

A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.

I don't know what that means.

Listen, food is not your friend.

We've talked about this.

All right?

If you want to talk some more about Sir Lancelot, we can do that. I'm here.

Yeah, I think we were done when you said, "I guess he's not your knight in shining armor."

You know what?

That's it.

I'm staging a one-person intervention.

Hand over the doughnut.

Hand me the doughnut.

Give it.

(groans)

Hey, guys. I got a hit.

The van was clocked running a red at Hillhurst and Los Feliz Boulevard in Silver Lake four days ago.

Couldn't make out the driver or passenger, though.

Well, the guys in the van are Abdul's men on the outside.

Focus your search in Silver Lake, and find that van, Nell.

Okay?

Mm-hmm.

Really?

What?

I'm saving you from yourself.

Yeah?

That's what real friends do.

Where you going?

Kensi?

That's not going to make you happier.

ABDUL: I have put money into your account, Mowadh Dusa.

From this day on, you will not want for anything.

JazakAllah khair.

But tell me...

Who is this new Muslim here?

I do not know, but he's been very good to me.

Salaam alaikum, my brother.

What is your name?

Hakeem Fayed.

Walaikum assalam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh.

Come.

Join us. Talk.

I don't join anything.

Shukran.

Got it.

25 minutes ago, our silver van turned into Saticoy Street in North Hollywood, and it's still there.

How do we know that?

It's a dead end.

Went in, hasn't come back out.

Saticoy leads into a warehouse complex.

Lot of places to hide a van.

Let's go.

Thanks.

KENSI: Eric, I need a license check.

9-Quebec-49905.

This place looks deserted.

Registered to Mark James Walker.

Kensi, he's employed as a prison guard at Oakville.

Okay. Thank you.

Pickup's owned by a prison guard at Oakville.

Bingo.

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KENSI: I count two.

And that's our missing rental van.

That's the b*mb.

MAN: Did you change the battery?

MAN 2: All set, man.

Loaded up.

Clear.

MAN: All right, we're ready to run.

Federal agents.

(grunts)

(rapid g*nf*re)

Really?

A machine g*n?

Isn't that a little bit excessive?

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

He doesn't know how to use it.

Yeah, he seems to be using it pretty well to me.

He's blowing his entire magazine.

He's going to have to reload every time.

It'll take him at least five seconds.

(g*nf*re stops) Antagonize him.

Get him to fire again.

What?

Antagonize him?

What do you want me to do?

You want me to call him names?

Get him to sh**t at you.

(sighs)

You got to be kidding me.

Okay. Um...

Hey, uh... hey, man, you suck!

And you look fat in those jeans!

Stick your head up.

You want me to stick my head up?

Look, I know we've had our differences, and I'm sorry that I stole that doughnut from you...

Just do it, Deeks.

Come on.

Oh, God. Come on.

Be courageous.

(takes quick deep breaths)

One, two, three.

Hey, listen! Are you...

Cover me!

Five.

Four. Three.

Two. One.

Drop it!

(grunts)

Clear.

Okay, clear.

But just for the record, that was insane.

(whistles)

Locked and loaded.

KENSI: I don't think this was a t*rror1st att*ck.

What else does one use a b*mb like this for?

Apparently, a prison break.

All right, so it looks like the plan was for the truck to blow a hole in the north wall, probably while Abdul and Syed were in the yard.

ERIC: That's a big-budget escape plan.

Abdul's brother is the leader of the Warriors for Islam.

Getting him out of a U. S. prison is not only high priority, it's an incredible show of force.

There's something more here.

(door opens)

DEEKS: Maybe we should pull up the file... Hey.

NATE: Hey, guys.

Nate! Hi!

Whoa, careful. Eric will get jealous.

ERIC: Welcome back.

Hi, Nate.

Hi, Nell.

You two know each other?

We go back a few years.

Something wrong?

Maybe.

HETTY: Excuse us.

Warriors for Islam are as dangerous as any of the radical groups I've encountered.

They recruit young disenchanted Muslims in prison, and send them to training camps in the Horn of Africa.

Yes, I read your report.

That's not why you're here.

It's Sam.

He's always looked out for everyone.

He sees himself as the protector.

He would die for one of us without giving the slightest thought for himself.

This is about Moe, isn't it?

Sam sees Moe as part of his family.

Hetty, he's too close.

I send my agents into harm's way every day, Nate.

Sometimes getting too close is what they need to do.

Agents becomes friends.

And friends become family.

And they can protect each other.

Moe can't.

Sam is on his own in there.

No. He has you.

Uh, excuse me, Hetty, but I ran analysis on all the chatter that was coming out of Yemen, and it just seemed odd that so much of that chatter would relate to a prison break happening all the way over here.

But the timing was too coincidental.

I think the plan is to get Abdul out of prison because his brother is planning something.

And from the volume of chatter, it looks like it's gonna be something pretty big.

Then we have no choice but to help Abdul with his plan.

Help him escape?

All the way back to his family in Yemen.

MAN (over P. A.): Chowtime will end in 15 minutes.

Chowtime will end in 15 minutes.

(men chattering)

Ah!

Watch yourself!

(whispers): Abdul is planning a breakout, but the guard he paid off is dead.

Hetty wants us to break him out ourselves, but it has to be convincing.

She wants you to stay with him all the way to Yemen, if you can.

How long do we have?

The sooner the better.

Okay, we're gonna need a plan.

Tell Eric to cut the cameras off in the Aryan block in 15 minutes.

Damn, Doc, I said I was sorry!

Send me a dry cleaning bill!

I might.

You white boys sure look cute together.

Guess those stories they tell about you must be true, huh?

(makes kissing sound)

I going to do something right now.

You just remain calm, okay?

Just stay behind me.

It's all gonna be good.

You trust me?

I trust you.

But I don't think this is a good idea.

It's gonna be fine.

Every time I see you ladies, you get prettier.

You look better in red than me. (chuckles)

Keep talking, Jack.

You're dead, pretty boy.

(grunting)

(excited shouting)

(excited shouting)

GUARD: Break it up!

We got a code 3 in the hallway outside the cafeteria.

All right, that's enough!

That's enough!

Break it up!

Get him out of here!

Let's go!

Against the walls!

What are you looking at, dirt bags?!

Show's over!

Eyes forward!

You could learn from him, Syed.

GUARD: Turn around.

You two, against the wall.

ERIC (over phone): Okay, Nate, you're gonna have to figure out a way to get comms to Sam.

NELL: What's his status?

Is he still being questioned?

Guards bought the story it was an unprovoked att*ck.

You can turn the cameras back on.

All right, cameras are back online.

Eric, camera 12 outside my office...

Guard talking to Abdul.

ERIC: Huh.

Abdul is not a happy camper.

Guard's name is David Jacobs.

Abdul's got the power.

Jacobs is taking orders.

NELL: Okay, Jacobs is an associate of Mark Walker, the prison guard that was k*lled at the warehouse.

We need audio.

All right, Nate, is there any chance you can get close to them?

We need an audio feed.

Hanging up now, switching to comms.

(men speaking quietly)

(buzzer sounds)

Just make sure I get...

A name.

Okay.

ABDUL: I want a name. A name.

He wants $10, 000 in cash.

ERIC: Can you get any closer?

(conversation continues indistinctly)

Closer.

If he gets any closer, he might as well just ask them what they're talking about.

Game's up, Nate.

Walk away.

NELL: Did you get anything?

ERIC: Maybe.

(indistinct chattering)

As-salaam alaikum.

Walaikum assalam.

An impressive display, Hakeem.

I could, uh, use somebody with your skills.

Like I said, it's not my thing.

Even a man like you needs somebody to watch his back sometimes.

Yeah?

Let me know when the time comes.

There are other benefits.

Members of this family are extremely well paid, even inside here.

You seem like a good man and a good Muslim.

Subhaanallah.

But the truth is, I don't intend on being here too long.

With all due respect, shukran, my friend.

Shukran, my brother.

He's planning something.

Stay close to him.

But make sure he understands that my reach goes well beyond these walls.

Yes, brother.

Any progress, Mr. Beale?

Uh, almost got it.

JACOBS: He was in Admin, saw some paperwork he shouldn't have.

ABDUL: I need a name. Who is it?

JACOBS: I can't tell you who it is.

Why not?

I just can't.

Come on. Give him a name.

ABDUL: Right now.

JACOBS: He wants $10, 000 in cash.

ABDUL: Okay, give me the account number.

I will transfer the money as soon as you give me the name. Okay.

If we don't know who's selling the name...

We're on a clock.

And we don't even know whose name he's actually got.

It could be Sam or Moe.

Or Nate.

We need to abort.

This is our chance to infiltrate one of the most dangerous t*rror1st groups in Yemen.

The choice is never easy when the stakes are lives.

We stay in.

NATE: Abdul's about to make one of us.

We gotta move fast.

Everything's ready?

I'm sending him to you momentarily.

Drink some water.

It'll help with your hearing.

Eric, I have ears.

ERIC: Indeed you have, Sam.

Hakeem can be very useful to us.

We need him.

Abdul Habaza, right?

Yes.

Oh.

Well, you are being transferred tomorrow.

So I need to get you in for your out-processing evaluation.

I'm being transferred?

I thought they already told you.

Oh...

I'm-I'm sorry.

Uh, let me get back to you.

ABDUL: Hakeem.

Salaam alaikum, my brother.

Walaikum assalam.

I've been informed you are working on a plan to get out of here.

Syed and I need to come with you.

You were misinformed.

What if I could get you out of the country to a place where you will be hailed as a hero?

Where there are no prisons?

I can get you papers and safe passage.

You can start life anew among brothers.

Not interested.

You may escape, but understand I have people that will hunt you down.

And when they do, your fighting prowess will be of no use to you because you will not see them coming.

I am a man that, uh, you should be working with, not against.

I can get you out today.

But it'll cost you...

Human life.

k*lling is a means to an end, my brother.

You and Syed play basketball.

Twist your ankle.

Get the guards to bring you to the infirmary.

I'm gonna need him.

ERIC: We've got a problem.

That's one of the assistant wardens, Michael Shainby.

I just caught him accessing Sam's prison records.

And the other guy is Sam's cell mate, Brandon Bassner.

He's one of Abdul's followers.

I think we just found our snitch.

ERIC: Nate? Yeah, I heard.

Assistant warden.

That's how they had access to the paperwork.

NELL: Okay, Shainby's bank account just received payment from Truftin Industries, the same shell company that was paying Abdul's g*ng members.

NATE: Sam, your cover's been blown.

Brandon just found out.

That's great.

(grunting)

Nurse here?

Inside.

Stay here.

Anyone seen Abdul?

He hurt his ankle, went to the infirmary.

Sam, clock is ticking.

I got it. I got it.

Help me! Help me!

(groaning)

Help me get him on the gurney.

Help me.

(pained groans)

What the hell happened here?!

He's bleeding out.

I take my finger off this artery, he's gonna die.

We got a stabbing at the infirmary.

SAM: We're gonna need an ambulance.

GUARD: Call an ambulance.

Copy. I'll check.

(indistinct chattering)

Brandon's about to tell Abdul.

Step aside!

Step aside!

Nate, you need to stop him.

GUARD: Keep it coming.

Let's go.

Heads up.

Eric, turn off the security cameras in cell block E.

Done.

Abdul needs to speak with you.

(both grunting)

NATE: It's done. Brandon's down.

Eric, shut down the cameras between Sam and the loading dock, and trigger the fire alarms.

(alarm blaring)

Guard! Guard!

There's a race riot down by the library.

They need everyone they can get.

GUARD: Take this guy in the ambulance, find another guard and get those two back to B block, all right?

I need you to come with me.

And you. Let's go!

Hey, wait.

What are you doing here?

Whoa, whoa, what's going on?

What's... no, no, no, don't!

(groaning)

I told you there'd be a cost.

Help me hide the body.

(alarm continues)

Hide in there.

(ambulance backup alarm beeping)

Paramedic.

(grunting, clattering)

Let's move.

Syed, get him inside, get in here.

MAN (over P. A.): Any civilian admin personnel are instructed to leave the premises.

All admin civilian personnel are instructed to leave the premises.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Hold up.

I need to check the back.

Careful, this guy's got hepatitis C.

Good luck with that, pal.

Let them through.

(siren wailing)

We did it.

We did it!

Allahu akbar, Hakeem Fayed!

Allahu akbar!

MOE: We are free.

Okay, got my clothes?

You sure you don't want to spend the night here?

Hakeem, get rid of the ambulance.

Mowadh and Syed will come with me.

Meet us at the hotel.

Here's the Overwatch marker.

Just press down the top.

All we need's a little bit in the back of the neck to track his movements.

(engine starts)

Good luck.

Assalamu alaikum.

Walaikum assalam.

You make your contact?

We have a problem.

I have been informed that someone close to me is working for a federal agency.

He might have just made Sam.

ABDUL: Mowadh said he might know.

SAM: Any idea who it might be?

Take the sh*t?

Mm-mm.

Not until he says the distress word.

I'll ask him.

No. No, no, no.

I already have.

At first I thought it was you.

But when I saw you k*ll the doctor and the EMTs...

Mmm...

Mowadh give you a name?

Syed.

Mowadh reminded me that for a few months he was in 24-hour lockdown.

The FBI worked him until he agreed to spy for them.

Syed never trusted me.

He was in a rival g*ng.

He only agreed to join the cause before going into solitary.

Here.

An e-mail account.

When the time comes, I will contact you.

I will arrange for a passport so you can leave the country and join our cause, my brother.

I will see you in Yemen, Hakeem.

Salaam alaikum.

Walaikum assalam.

Syed's dead.

I'm going.

Moe?

Moe?

Moe...

They k*lled Moe.

I'm sorry, Moe.

I'm sorry.

Sam, Sam, there's a bigger picture here.

Get out of my way.

Sam...

I'm sorry.

This is the way it has to be.

That's Abdul's Overwatch signature.

He just got off a plane in Sana'a.

Because of your work, Mr. Hanna, we're on the verge of exposing a very dangerous t*rror1st network.

You can't protect everyone.

Mr. Hanna...

There will be a time and a place for what you want.

And I promise you, you'll have it.

(speed dialing)

(line ringing)

CALLEN (recording): Leave a message.

Mr. Callen, it's been 48 hours.

You're missed.

Please call me.