05x13 - Allegiance

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(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(camera beeping)

You a pervert?!

That's my wife!

I just saw some cool sh*ts.

I'm a photographer.

Give me the camera.

You were out in public!

Come on! Hey!

I am allowed to take pictures!

Give me the camera! Hey!

All right, all right, all right!

Hey! Hey!

(dialing)

(line ringing)

Come on. Pick up.

(grunting)

What are you doing?

(device beeping steadily)

No! No!

(car alarm blaring)

♪ NCIS: LA 5x13 ♪

Allegiance
Original air date on January 14, 2014

♪

DEEKS: Kan du tale lidt la-langsommere.

Kan du tale lidt lang...

Loom-loomsommere. Kan du tale lidt lang... s-somm... sommere.

SAM: Is Deeks talking backwards?

Kan du tale lidt langsommere... sommere.

I'm gonna go with demonic possession. (chuckles)

Kan du tale... You know what?

Screw this.

Deeks, what are you doing?

Well, I was trying to learn Danish, and now I'm no longer trying to learn Danish.

What you was trying to say is "Kan du tale lidt langsommere."

Wow. Thank you for that.

Does anyone know how to say "show-off" in Hebrew?

(Sam and Callen speak Hebrew)

No. You know what, forget it.

Just remind me to tell Nate about my inferiority complex next time I see him.

So, you really want to learn a foreign language?

Well, I just figure that between the two of you, Kensi and I and Hetty, we got, like, two dozen languages covered.

But since we've never arrested a t*rror1st that speaks Pig Latin...

That's not to say they're not out there.

So you want to augment the team's skill set.

Nice initiative.

Well, you can tell me that again after I learn how to speak...

Turkish.

(speaking Turkish)

Scratch that.

(clears throat)

Korean.

(speaking Korean)

Really?

Really.

French.

Sérieux?

Canadian.

I was gonna say French Canadian.

That's a different dialect.

You guys probably didn't know that. Welsh.

Uh, you got us there.

Ah.

(Hetty speaking Welsh)

Mr. Deeks.

Gentlemen.

Thank you for that!

(phone ringing)

Wow, this has been a pleasure.

(clears throat)

Etective-day Eeks-day.

Think you need to work on your, uh, Korean there, big guy.

Why?

Pretty sure you said "I speak like honey."

This coming from a guy who told Deeks he looks like a frisky rodent in Turkish.

That was intentional.

Yeah, right.

DEEKS: LAPD.

They found something at a crime scene they'd like us to take a look at.

Oh. You, see, Deeks, you have other skill sets.

(chuckles)

Huh? Like liaising.

Right.

I always thought it was pronounced "lazing."

(chuckles)

That's clever.

It's a play on words. I like it.

Detective found this 20 feet away.

Pulled their guys off and called us immediately.

M. E. already removed what was left of the body.

Gas t*nk alone can't do this kind of damage.

I'm thinking plastic expl*sives.

Watermarks are destroyed.

There's nothing to indicate who this guy was.

I got some Pashto.

Maybe Deeks can translate.

(chuckles)

That's hilarious.

I got a camera.

Might be a little crispy even for Eric.

Challenge coin.

Financial Crimes Enforcement Network.

FinCEN?

Never heard of 'em.

They investigate organizations for money laundering, financial ties to terrorism.

(line ringing)

ERIC: What do you got, Sam?

Eric, can you find out if FinCEN has any agents in Los Angeles?

Checking.

CALLEN: Mirza Rahman and Rafiq Shahidi.

Okay, this might take a minute.

Call you back?

High-ranking Taliban commanders.

Thanks.

So what's the connection with L. A.?

That's a good question.

FinCEN currently only has one agent in Los Angeles.

Stuart Green.

NELL: He flew into LAX yesterday morning from Afghanistan.

He was supposed to check in with FinCEN last night.

They never heard from him.

His file says he was working with a small team based in Kabul.

Deep undercover at Prince's Money Market investigating hawalas.

Ugh, you can never trust a koala, man.

You never know what they're hiding in their pouches.

In fact, I won't turn my back on any marsupial.

Hey.

Hmm?

It's "hawala."

Mm.

It's an ancient system of money transfer.

CALLEN: Western Union for the Muslim world.

Cheap, fast, no I. D. required.

Sounds like a t*rror1st's dream come true.

CALLEN: We need to contact the FinCEN team in Kabul.

That's not gonna be easy.

(people chattering)

(men speak Pashto)

GRANGER: We have a message from Mr. Green.

Agents Kazimi, Farhad.

Who are you?

We're friends.

NCIS.

Well, you better have a damn good reason for being here.

It's taken us four years to build these covers.

Believe me, we get it.

We have some bad news about Agent Green.

Okay.

We're just waiting for Kensi and Granger to come online.

You all right, Deeks?

Yeah, no.

I just... I got this new shirt, and it's just, uh... super itchy.

So I was just...

I should've just...

Read the label before I put it on.

I'm sure I was supposed to wash it first or something.

But no, I'm-I'm good.

Okay. We're all set.

Agents, Detective.

Good to see you, sir.

Where's Kensi?

Well, it's nice to see you, too, Detective.

I had Agent Blye stay behind in Kabul to debrief FinCEN Agent Farhad.

This is Agent Kazimi, his partner.

Now, I don't have to tell you he's here at great personal risk, so let's make this quick.

Is it true?

Green is dead?

We're still waiting for a proper I. D., but we confirmed that the car was the same one he rented yesterday.

What was Green doing so far from Afghanistan?

Trying to plug a leak.

Intel?

Money.

Specifically money funding I. E. D. att*cks on Afghan and U. S.

m*llitary targets.

Taliban's handiwork.

Agents Farhad and Kazimi have traced the source of their money to a global hawala network.

So you and Agent Farhad went undercover to access hawala records.

Green was our handler.

Their most recent findings indicate the t*rrorists' money has been coming from a hawala broker in Los Angeles.

Green came here to find the broker.

Maybe he found him; that's what got him k*lled.

Agents Blye and Farhad will send you the hawala records within the hour.

Until then, let's be clear: someone in L. A.

Is funding brutal att*cks on Afghan and U. S. m*llitary personnel, and now we've got a dead federal agent.

I want you to find the leak and plug it with everything you've got.

We're on it.

NELL: We found Agent Green's rental on several traffic cameras in Culver City last night.

There's a lot of import/export shops around there.

Make it easy to keep hawala under the radar.

You get anything off Green's camera?

Uh, mostly damaged data, but these two photos are the best so far.

DEEKS: Wow.

I see two pixelated Polynesian women paddleboarding. No.

I see Kate Upton.

And she's doing the Dougie while in a bikini.

This is...

HETTY: More than four sexual references in a ten-card Rorschach test is a strong indicator for schizophrenia.

(chuckles)

That's funny.

Okay, not funny.

CALLEN: They almost look like they could be rug patterns.

SAM: They are.

It's a Shindand design.

Major export of Afghanistan.

I've brought home a few myself.

There's only one Afghan rug store in Culver City; it's down on La Cienega.

Could be our hawala broker.

Address on your phones.

DEEKS: Okay, just to clarify, neither one of you saw twins in that photo?

Blondes.

I knew it.

You knew what?

You just said "blondes."

He didn't say anything.

I think you're hearing voices, Deeks.

Maybe Hetty was right.

(camera clicking)

Eric, is this the owner?

ERIC: That's him.

His name's Behnam Navid.

He immigrated to this country five years ago.

Opened up the store three years later.

That's right around the time the I. E. D. att*cks started happening in Afghanistan.

We need to get inside and confirm.

Well, then I think it's time for Sven, fabulous interior decorator to the stars.

Knock yourself out.

All right, but let's go easy on the fabulous this time, okay?

(Scandinavian accent): Okay, bring on ze wonderful, ja?

Uh, look here.

Okay.

This is a Kazak design.

Kazak design, ja.

From Peshawar.

Hmm.

Hand-knotted...

And plant-dyed.

Beautiful, yes?

Ja, ja, it's okay, it's okay.

Ze problem is ze club is 10, 000 square feet, and what we need to do is cover ze entire lounge area with ze rugs.

Ja, what do you think?

Is this fantastic?

I think it's a little big.

Hmm.

A little over the top.

Oh, ja, but I've always told you, you can't be afraid of ze color.

I've always said this to him.

You can't be scared of ze color. (laughs)

Color's the last thing I'm scared of.

Okay.

All right.

Well, you don't want to be ze boring beige boy, now, do you, Chad, hmm?

Maybe.

No, come on, no one wants to be ze boring beige boy.

(man talking indistinctly)

SAM: Hey, Sven.

Huh?

Stop saying that.

Yeah, but you don't want to be the drab Danny, or ze gray Gary.

Remember, Chad, you hired me to make you fabulous.

Okay, that's Benham's son, Ehsan Navid.

He emigrated to the U. S.

With his father.

Any contact with the hawala brokers back in Afghanistan?

Uh...

Looks like four or five calls a day.

DEEKS: Ze blues are so pretty over here.

Zey match my eyes.

(quietly): He's heading out the side door, and he's got a g*n.

CALLEN: All right, stay with him.

Let's pick him up when he's away from the store.

Okay, I've seen enough.

So long!

Chad, where are you going?

Yeah. I-I got to...

Get a new decorator.

I completely understand.

(humming quietly)

Where's he headed on foot?

I'm more concerned about what he's got in the bag.

I think he made us.

What are you talking about?

My character's bulletproof.

I think he made us.

Federal agents!

Freeze!

Drop the bag, get on your knees!

SAM: Hands on your head!

(panting)

Are you guys really agents?

I-I thought you were trying to rob me.

g*n's not loaded.

Duffel bag is.

I don't understand.

Did I do something wrong?

Carrying a concealed w*apon requires a permit.

It's unloaded and-and broken.

I just keep it to scare people in case I'm robbed.

Where were you going with the cash?

The bank. It belongs to my customers.

CALLEN: That's a lot of cash.

Hawala business must be doing pretty good.

♪ We treat your money as if ♪
♪ It were ours.

It's our slogan.

Your hawala has a slogan?

Mm. And soon I hope to have ads in coupon books and penny savers.

You seem to be real proud of it.

Of course.

It's an ancient system.

Immigrants from many countries send money back home with our service.

It's how I send money back home to Afghanistan.

You still have family in Afghanistan?

Two sisters and my mother.

You would like to see them?

Sure.

If I could have my tablet.

They sh*t this for my father's birthday.

I edited.

Those are my sisters, Armegan and Farah.

And, uh...

That's my mommy.

♪

Happy birthday.

I love you.

Oh, I'm going to add a spin transition here.

We'll take a look at it later there, Scorsese.

(music stops)

It's just a rough cut.

Do you know him?

I think so.

He was in the store looking at rugs.

He's a federal agent.

He was m*rder*d last night.

SAM: Did you know your hawala was being used to send money to the Taliban?

Impossible. I...

I know the brokers in Afghanistan.

They would not do business with the Taliban.

But how would they know?

Hawala's completely anonymous, right?

No names, just remittance codes.

I'm trying to become a U. S. citizen.

This is going to destroy everything I've worked for.

Maybe not.

But if we're gonna help you, we're gonna need access to your transaction records.

Yes, of course.

I... I'll need my tablet.

It's on the app.

You have an app... for an ancient money-transfer system?

Yeah. There's an app for everything.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

He sounds genuine.

He and his father assisted U. S. forces in the w*r-- that's how they got their visas.

And he just took the U. S. citizens test, passed with flying colors.

Becoming a citizen will help him bring over the rest of his family.

It's safe to say he's not a k*ller or a t*rror1st.

ERIC: Well, according to his Facebook profile, he is an entrepreneur with the soul of a dancer.

And a hopeless romantic.

And back on Planet Relevance.

(clears throat)

Ehsan's hawala records don't list any names, only remittance codes.

And comparing the codes from the L. A. and Afghan brokers, Agents Farhad and Kazimi were able to trace the money from L. A.

To a doctor in Kabul.

ERIC: He works at a quarantined tuberculosis clinic in Parwan Province.

That's not far from where Kensi's stationed.

(quietly): Does her head have to zoom so big?

I'll have Granger and Ms. Blye look into it.

And yes, Mr. Deeks...

My head does need to zoom in this big.

It gives me power.

ERIC: Okay.

Records indicate that the TB clinic is being funded by a top-rated American charity, PlanetMD.

SAM: They do good work sending medical aid to hot spots around the globe.

Well, somebody could have infiltrated the charity and directed donor dollars towards terrorism.

And Green catches him at the hawala and gets himself k*lled.

NELL: Hey, guys?

PlanetMD has a fund-raiser scheduled for tonight in Hollywood.

Could be our best chance to find the source of money.

DEEKS: Yeah, but the hawala system is anonymous.

How do we know who we're looking for?

Zoom in on him.

What is he doing?

ERIC: He's getting his groove on.

(humming quietly)

Oh, my God, he has no idea there's a camera on him.

SAM: Nope.

And he's how we're gonna make an I. D.

Deeks.

Huh?

Meet your new partner.

DEEKS: Vibrant.

Sepia. Noir.

You look so good you don't even need a filter.

Oh, Mr. Deeks, I'd like to remind you that you're going undercover.

I'd better not find that... selfie on your Instagram.

Wait a minute, you follow my Instagram?

Yes.

And if I have to look at one more picture of Monty in his sunglasses, I'm going to have Eric crash the account.

Check.

Selfie... gone.

How you doing, Ehsan?

Oh, Mr. Navid is in good hands.

Yes. So do you do this often?

Go undercover?

Not with civilians.

I usually go undercover with my partner.

Did something happen to him?

Did he die undercover perhaps?

Okay, first off, he is a she...

Did she die?

No. Nobody... nobody d*ed.

Right. Good.

Then where is she?

That's a damn good question.

Hetty?

Mr. Navid, why don't you go take a look.

Get out here.

(laughs)

(snapping fingers, grunting rhythmically)

Ha-ha! Indeed!

Are you blushing, Hetty?

No, reminiscing.

Just... reminiscing, Mr. Deeks.

(phone chimes)

Uh-huh.

That's Callen.

Well, that means we got to go.

Don't be nervous, Mr. Navid.

You've got the best looking after you.

Best looking.

You ready?

Yes.

Mr. Deeks.

Yeah?

Keep him safe.

Of course.

Okay, you're all set.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

Glad you could join us, Mr. Lopakhin.

(Russian accent): Is Dr. Lopakhin.

Did not just spend the last six months working in leper colony to be called "mister."

Is brutal contagious disease.

NELL: Okay, well, you are all set. Enjoy.

Oh, and don't forget your gift bag on the way out.

(quietly): Nice backstop.

Should give you some space to operate.

Anyone interesting yet?

Uh, no.

Eric's still running faces, but it's gonna take some time.

Mm-hmm.

Yes?

CALLEN (over earpiece): I'm in Deeks.

Where are you?

Just follow the quinoa dumplings.

Ehsan got over his nerves pretty fast.

Keep him focused, Deeks.

Sorry, guys, I'm gonna have to cut him off.

Have you tried this?

Yup. Yeah, they, uh... they're great.

But listen, I need you to, uh, keep your head in the game, all right?

We're here to find hawala customers.

Of course.

Of course.

I'm sorry, Marty.

Okay, just, uh...

Focus on the faces, follow my lead.

You got it?

Whoa.

Hello, ladies.

(deep voice): Hello, ladies.

God bless America.

Deeks.

Ehsan.

(clears throat)

Just the faces, Romeo.

Just the faces.

Status, Mr. Hanna?

They're in position.

Kensi, what do you see?

KENSI: There's no activity around the perimeter of the clinic.

Windows are boarded up, so I can't see inside.

SAM: That's the way t*rrorists like it.

Are you ready to breach?

KENSI: Locked and loaded.

Walls are too thick for a clean read.

Infrared's picking up sporadic signatures.

Somebody's home.

The question is: how many?

GRANGER: And are they doctors or t*rrorists?

If we're not careful, a Marine fire team invading a medical clinic...

Could end very badly.

Might even trigger a backlash of local tribes.

That's if it's a TB clinic.

If it's not, and we do nothing, more soldiers die in att*cks.

It's my call, Henrietta.

HETTY: Of course, Owen.

(sighs)

KENSI: So what's your decision?

(breathes deeply)

We're going in.

Note to self: don't sh**t any doctors.

Gas masks on.

Don't want to catch anything.

Okay, let's move into position.

You speak Pashto, right?

Yes. And Arabic and English, of course, and a little Dari for business.

I'm surrounded by polyglots.

I'm sorry?

Uh... polygons.

The-the geometry... I was just noticing and appreciating how remarkable this photo is.

You like it?

I love it.

It was taken by a nurse who works at our clinic in the West Bank.

Wow.

Only $5, 000.

DEEKS: $5, 000.

Well, it's going to a good cause, right?

It's okay.

You don't have to pretend to like the art.

Ex-Excuse me?

Anna Chang.

Executive Director, PlanetMD.

It's obvious you two are more interested in the celebrities.

CALLEN: Heads up, Deeks.

You've been flagged by security.

I don't take kindly to paparazzi crashing my fundraisers.

I'm sorry, there must be some sort of mistake.

Uh, Ms. Chang, if you look at the list, you'll see our names are on it.

Added at the last minute and not approved by me.

That's a red flag.

Now, are you going to leave, or am I going to have to make you leave?

I'm going in.

Uh... excuse me, Ms. Chang, you have a clinic near Bamyan.

Yes?

Afghanistan?

We do.

That is where my family is from.

My youngest sister, Farah...

She had cholera when she was just a baby.

We all thought she might die.

Then your doctors came, and she got better.

I have no money to give to your charity.

What I earn goes to them.

But I would like to offer you...

My thanks.

I...

I'm glad your sister is well.

Please, enjoy the evening.

Both of you.

Thank you so much.

It's nice to meet you.

Mm.

Just to be clear, we had that under control, but, uh...

You did good.

You recognize somebody?

Uh, yes.

He comes into the hawala twice a month.

Eric, we got our guy.

Bow tie, gray suit.

I got him.

His name is Roger Ali.

He works for an outside finance company that handles PlanetMD.

He's in charge of dispensing funds to overseas clinics, including the TB clinic in Afghanistan.

HETTY: We have confirmation.

Mr. Callen, take Ali alive, quietly and discreetly.

Roger, I'm a federal agent. Don't turn around.

Just walk to the front door.

(grunts)

(people murmuring)

(Russian accent): I am doctor.

This man have allergic reaction.

He needs hospital.

Please, help me bring to my car.

SAM: That was discreet.

Oh, bugger.

They're about to breach.

GRANGER: Three, two, one.

(shouting)

GRANGER: Clear!

SAM: Anything inside?

No medicines, no equipment, no patients.

Well, and I guess, no TB.

Something tells me these guys aren't doctors.

(sniffs)

I got C4.

I got timers, detonators, pipe bombs.

Hetty, are you seeing this?

I'm afraid we are, Ms. Blye.

Okay, last chance.

No games, no threats.

SAM: Your American passport is a fake.

Your real name is Mujtaba Abdali.

You graduated with a degree in accounting and English from Kabul University.

CALLEN: And for the past few years, you've been skimming money from PlanetMD to pay for Taliban att*cks.

I was sending funds to medical clinics.

You can't convict me of anything.

What about m*rder?

You think we'd get you on that?

I have no idea who that is.

Choice is yours.

You can talk... or Guantanamo.

Bring on your prison.

Bring on your isolation, your waterboards.

I have no fear.

Allah is with me.

Eric, I'm sending you the second one right now.

See if facial rec gets anything.

ERIC: I'll take care of it.

I'm running it now.

(chuckles)

GRANGER: Agent Blye.

Yeah?

Let's take a look at this.

Okay, nice and easy.

Yeah.

Okay.

No visible triggering device.

Get your EOD team in here now.

Sir.

Cell phone receivers and detonators for bombs.

Seems to be where the att*cks were supplied and planned.

There's a couple hundred pounds of C4.

These are definitely the guys.

What do we have here?

Well, my Pashto is rudimentary, but this is definitely a ledger.

And these look like hawala codes.

Okay, we just cut off the blood supply.

I want to cut off the head.

I'll get this to the FinCEN agents, see what they make of it.

Ali was only trained to do one thing.

Move money.

Doesn't mean he's not our k*ller.

Okay, so, uh, we got a little bit of a problem.

Ehsan here is refusing to give back the suit.

I'm not refusing.

It is a request.

(chuckles)

No way. Get changed.

No, no, hold on a second.

He says it's for a girl.

I don't care if it's for the President of the United States.

She's not just a girl.

She is a dream, an angel on this earth.

You'll be an angel in Heaven if Hetty finds out.

For her, I am willing to take that chance. Look here.

I don't care what she looks like.

She's not just a pretty face.

She's kind, funny.

And she loves to play Madden football.

DEEKS: Wow.

That is kind of awesome.

There's no way.

EHSAN: In this suit, she would see who I could be.

Please.

Just for one night.

Well, she is a stone-cold fox.

Really? We're gonna lose our jobs over a... a pretty girl that plays computer football?

Ah...

It's only for one night.

Yeah, come on, G man, it's for love.

The kid's in love.

Look, if we do this, it is never, ever spoken of again.

Suit? What suit?

I-It's a pact we'll take to the grave.

Get your hand in here, too.

Till death.

Which may come quicker if Hetty finds out.

Make us proud, Ehsan.

Yeah.

GRANGER: Kensi, they're coming on.

KENSI: Yeah.

Give me a second.

Kensi, let's go.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

I have helmet hair.

When you wear a helmet for too long, it just kind of...

Makes it awkward.

Oh.

I wouldn't know about that.

(sighs)

Hi.

Hey, it's good to see you guys.

You're missed.

NELL: Hey, Kens.

Where's Deeks?

Uh, he's, uh, with a witness.

Oh. Tell him I said hi.

GRANGER: Agent Kazimi.

KAZIMI: I've got bad news.

We've analyzed the ledger you found.

The transactions match up with the hawala in Los Angeles.

We secured the source of the money. He's in custody.

Good. But we've got a bigger problem.

The ledger indicates payment going the other way.

CALLEN: From the hawala in Afghanistan to the hawala in Los Angeles?

Yes.

Why are they sending money back?

The money goes where the resources are needed.

NELL: So, the money's coming back here because...

Because there's going to be an att*ck.

It's been flowing that way for the last 18 months.

So, there's a cell in Los Angeles.

It gets worse.

Monday was the last scheduled payment.

The money stopping can only mean two things: the mission's no longer viable or it's about to go down.

All right, alert Homeland Security and the FBI.

You have intel on who you're looking for?

CALLEN: Because of hawala's anonymity, we don't have a clue.

CALLEN: All right, let's go over it again.

DEEKS: So we got a t*rror1st cell operating in Los Angeles, receiving funds for the last 18 months at $6, 000 a month.

I mean, that's...

It's over a hundred grand.

It's not expensive to build a b*mb.

It's the day-to-day costs.

It's the housing and the food.

They've been planning this a while.

Ali's still not talking.

What about you two? Anything?

CALLEN: Nada.

Nic. Niente. Neechivo.

You don't have to rub it in.

Report's back from the crash scene.

The expl*sive used to k*ll Agent Green was C4.

Okay, so we know they're bombers.

What's the target?

I think I know.

I was able to reconstruct one of Green's photos enough to make out this black van with a replaced gray door.

I ran that feature through Kaleidoscope.

And I found one a block away from the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium.

In 30 minutes, there's a naturalization ceremony.

SAM: Mass casualties, symbolic value.

That's the target.

Is it too late to cancel?

People are already moving inside.

How many new citizens?

1, 200.

And we only have one way to I. D. the bomber.

NELL: Just traced Ehsan's cell.

He's at Goose Egg Café on Lincoln.

I'll go pick him up, meet you there.

Ehsan?

Marty?

Hey. I'm so sorry to interrupt.

We, uh, need you...

Wow. You are even more beautiful in person. Well done.

Ehsan, who is this?

What is going on?

Ehsan, I really need to talk to you.

I'm so sorry.

Excuse me.

We need you to I. D.

Another customer.

Of course, no problem.

This is different.

We think this guy is carrying a large amount of expl*sives.

He could detonate them any time, which means this is your choice.

I understand, Marty.

Let's go.

You sure?

Mm. My country needs me.

Sam, we're inside.

Ehsan's got the earwig.

SAM: I see you.

Callen's already on over-watch.

Ehsan, check as many faces as you can as fast as you can.

And remember to smile, all right?

It's supposed to be a happy day.

SAM: There's a group coming up behind you, Ehsan.

DEEKS: Don't stare.

Just check 'em and move.

Check 'em and move.

EHSAN: It's... it's hard.

Several hundred people visit my hawala.

And not just Afghans.

Somalis, Iraqis and Sudanese.

MAN (over P. A.): Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin.

Everyone please move into the main hall.

All right, we're running out of time.

Look carefully.

I see him. Uh, bald, brown jacket, heading into the main hall.

Okay. I got him.

He's heading into D Tunnel.

He's not carrying anything.

He's probably wearing a su1c1de vest.

Ehsan, stay in the lobby.

Excuse me.

I don't see him yet.

Almost there.

I got him.

Let's get ready to take this guy.

We have a problem.

What is it?

EHSAN: This man-- every time he came into the store, he was with a woman.

You saying there's a second bomber?

I just saw her. Green jacket, brown skirt.

She's heading into Tunnel C.

I'm on it.

Ehsan, you're done.

Get out of the building.

MAN (over P. A.): Ladies and gentlemen, Judge Malcolm Smith.

We got to do this now.

I got the woman, Deeks.

Yeah, I'm right behind her.

MAN: Hello, everyone.

I am Judge Malcolm Smith.

We will begin in a couple of minutes.

He's got a dead-man's switch, G.

SMITH: If you haven't turned in your permanent resident card, you can do that after the ceremony.

I sh**t him, he lets go, the b*mb detonates.

Bad news. She's got one, too.

We take one down, the other one blows.

CALLEN: You guys got to do it together.

You mean grab the switches?

At exactly the same time, and keep 'em closed until I can get a sh*t.

Great. This is a fantastic plan.

I can grab it when you're ready.

Okay, now, I'm going to ask you all to please remain standing, and we will get this show on the road.

It's now or never.

I'm in position.

On three.

I'm taking the woman first, Deeks.

Make sure I have a clean sh*t.

Got it.

SAM: One.

Two.

She's about to go.

(silenced g*nsh*t)

(people screaming)

I don't have a sh*t!

SAM: Take it! Take it!

Don't worry about me!

(silenced g*nsh*t)

Sam?

I'm good. Deeks?

DEEKS: Aside from a b*llet whizzing six inches from my head, I'm fantastic.

CALLEN: Sam?

Oh, G, he must have activated a timer while we were struggling.

I got about 30 seconds.

I'm coming to you.

Okay.

I'm good.

She didn't activate hers.

Sam?

I need two hands to defuse the b*mb.

(timer beeping)

I can take it.

Come on. Come on.

Just hold tight.

Hold tight. Hold it tight.

(sighs)

What are you doing here?

I thought you might need some help.

Okay. You can let go.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Still wearing that suit?

Yeah.

Last night went... very well.

CALLEN: You guys good?

Awesome.

DEEKS: Speak for yourself.

If someone could give me a hand.

I'm, uh...

Still attached to a b*mb.

Don't touch anything.

Stay put, all right?

MAN (over TV): Seven hours after the foiled bombing, officials finally reopened the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium.

Police and federal officials cleared the building and assured everyone that it was safe to reenter.

But the real story here was one of perseverance for the thousands who came to be naturalized as American citizens...

(sighs)

(phone chimes)

(phone chimes)

Undeterred by the terrifying events of the day, they moved back inside and took the oath of allegiance.

And I can tell you from personally meeting some of these new citizens, they could not be happier or more proud.

This is a dream come true for many of these people.

A lot of smiling faces...

Cannot imagine a happier day.

You can say that again.

(Hetty clears throat)

Uh, is this about the suit?

Uh, I was just about to take it off...

No.

No, no. On second thought, keep it on.

What's happening?

Am I in trouble?

No.

Mr. Navid, you're about to become a citizen of the United States of America.

Really? Now?

You passed your test.

Thwarted a major att*ck.

Besides, you're dressed for the occasion.

HETTY: And I've been in touch with the State Department about starting the visa process for your mother and sisters.

MAN: Please, put up your right hand and repeat after me.

(sighs)

I don't need to repeat.

I know it by heart.

I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to all foreign prince, potentate, state or sovereignty of whom or which I have heretofore been subject or citizen.

That I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic.