06x05 - Black Budget

[bunniefuu]

Margaret. Staying in again?

Yeah. Saves money.

We'll talk when I get back.

I'll be here.

♪ ♪

(alarm sounds, g*n fires)

(g*n fires)

♪ NCIS: LA 6x05 ♪
Black Budget
Original Air Date on October 27, 2014

♪ ♪

Well, happy weekend, one and all.

Here's what we know.

At 12:02 p.m. today, six heavily armed men att*cked the DoD's West Coast office of accounting and contracting.

From all indications, it was a professional and well-organized hit.

Monies for many of the DoD's Pacific Rim operations flow through this office.

Including, shall we say, some of the Pentagon's more covert endeavors.

Like our operation.

Indeed. Funding for NCIS' office of special projects is generated there.

Wait, so does this mean we're not getting paid?

That can be arranged, Detective.

Uh, because it's a weekend, there were only nine employees in the building at the time of the att*ck Five had just left the office for lunch, and four ate in.

Nell: They k*lled two civilian accountants and one security guard.

So, somebody survived?

Yes, Milton Mulrooney.

He moves into the men's room at 12:01 p.m.

Eric: One minute later, the sh**t cut the video feed to the security camera's hard drive.

Let's go talk to him.

That would prove difficult.

He disappeared just after the att*ck.

Eric: Milton Mulrooney swiped his I.D. at the parking garage exit two minutes after the sh**t left the building.

No one has seen him since.

Do we have a motive? Was anything missing?

It's too soon to tell.

FBI just secured the scene.

Get down there and relieve our friends from the Bureau.

This is our investigation now.

Got it.

Find Milton Mulrooney, you two.

Yes, ma'am.

Kensi: This guard pushed the alarm.

Find out who's the highest-ranking survivor.

Okay.

Why wait till Sunday?

Less people to deal with.

Found this in the men's room.

So, what was the purpose? Was it a hit?

Well, if it's a hit, why do it at work?

It's a lot easier to target civilians outside of this place.

Maybe the purpose was to steal something.

Yeah, but if it was a robbery, why did they have to k*ll everyone?

And why was this Milton Mulrooney running?

Maybe he's what they took.

I don't think they wanted him alive.

That's Doug Ouellet, he's in charge of the entire office.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I can't stop shaking.

These people were all my friends.

We'd like to know if anything was taken.

If we gave you and some of your staff access, is that something you'd be able to do?

I think so, yeah.

Can you think of any reason why someone would do this?

Pretty obvious, right?

I mean, want to know about DoD's covert operations, the easiest way...

Follow the money.

(cell phone rings)

Yeah, Hetty.

We found Milton Mulrooney.

Get back here now.

Facial rec picked up Milton Mulrooney moving across the San Ysidro border into Mexico.

Eric tracked his car into the Zona Norte district of Tijuana.

Sex district?

This extreme exposure of covert operations could mean the lives of dozens of operatives.

Hetty: By direct order of SECNAV, you are to enter Mexico and find Milton Mulrooney.

For the moment, he's all we've got.

Now, we've submitted a request to the Mexican government to allow you to operate within their borders.

But SECNAV is not waiting for an answer.

So we're going in black.

Yes, and without a net.

Something goes south, this is not a sanctioned operation.

You'll be rogue agents, subject to the full prosecution of the Mexican government.

SECNAV was adamant about this.

I bet she was.

♪ ♪

(cell phone rings)

Go.

Eric: Hacking into the navigation system in Milton's car, we tracked him to a brothel called the Cottontail Men's Club.

According to your truck's GPS, it's just a mile south of you.

Got it.

Thank you.

I was feeling a little naked.

He understood you, he must speak English.

g*ng Leader: Let's see if you understand me with my accent.

Give your g*ns to my men.

Uh, no problem, no problem.

We'll give you the g*ns.

We'll give you the g*ns.

And the keys to your truck.

And your phones.

And also, my American friends, your earwigs.

Yeah, you heard me.

Let me guess, DEA.

DEA Agent Banuelos.

We've been working on a very long-term operation here.

And we can't have our relationship with the Mexican government compromised by some NCIS cowboys.

Hey, pal, there has been a major intelligence breach...

Of covert operation budgets.

I know exactly what you're doing here, Agent Callen.

And you can do what you want... as citizens, not agents.

Sam: Hey! Oh, oh, oh, fellas!

We're on the same side here. G!

We need our weapons.

Of course.

We weren't gonna let you walk around... naked.

(chuckles)

Give 'em the g*ns.

Sam: (scoffs) You got to be kidding me.

Untraceable and definitely not the weapons of American agents.

We need a vehicle.

Of course.

We pick up Milton, get a cell phone, call Hetty and get out of here.

What's our cover?

Clown car?

No.

DEA Agent Banuelos.

Good.

(engine starts)

We've lost all communication and GPS signals from Callen and Sam.

We thought that might happen.

Unfortunately, SECNAV had to inform several agencies of our operation.

They were most likely watching as Callen and Sam crossed the border.

Inform me as soon as they make contact again.

Got it.

Are you eating the crime scene?

Okay, first off, Mom, I'm wearing gloves.

Deeks, people d*ed here.

Not from this food.

Are you kidding me?

If you have to know-- they're mine, and I got them in a vending machine.

And they're delicious.

Well, give me some.

No.

Give me some.

No, you just made fun of 'em, why would I give you a chip?

Because I'm starving.

(laughs) Of course you are.

Don't eat the whole bag.

I'm...

We found something.

(mumbles)

Excuse me?

(coughs) I said, “What did you find?”

He said, “What did you find?”

There are several servers missing.

(clears throat)

And what was on those servers?

Thousands of documents... budgets, all relating to covert operations.

We're compiling a list.

And how many ops were compromised?

Hundreds. At least.

And, uh... there's something else you should know.

I usually stay in for lunch.

If I hadn't forgotten mine at home, I'd have been here.

(indistinct chatter)

Day of the Dead.

Well, down here, they say dying is just part of the journey.

Yeah? Let's just get this guy and get the hell out of here.

♪ ♪

What can I get you?

I'll take, uh... couple sh*ts of mescal.

You looking for anything in particular?

Beauty.

Fun.

You've come to the right place.

Here are some of the girls that are upstairs.

Take your time.

I always do.

(sighs, clicks tongue)

So, you're an accountant.

Your office is att*cked.

You run down to a brothel in Mexico?

Stress relief.

I think this is our guy in charge.

We want to rent the place for the whole night.

Who do we talk to?

Really?

Sure.

Just so you know.

For someone like you, I'm available as well.

I figured that.

Healthy ego.

I like it.

That's not the only thing that's healthy.

“That's not the only thing that's healthy”?

It's a character.

We're in a brothel.

Drink up.

Enjoy the fruits.

You wanted to talk about renting the entire bar?

Yeah. Upstairs, too.

Yeah, what's the program? Everybody available?

We just pick out the ones we want?

What's the occasion?

Got some marines coming down from Pendleton.

Callen: Actually, that's not true. DEA.

Agent Banuelos.

We got two cars outside filled with Mexican and American federal agents.

We can turn this place upside down.

Or you just tell us the location of one man.

An American.

Fat, dark curly hair, came in a few hours ago?

You know who we're talking about.

Person you need to speak to is Carmen.

Room six upstairs.

No one'll give you a problem.

Then it's a deal.

(woman speaking Spanish)

I'm done for the night.

We just want to talk.

About what?

Looking for a big man. Curly hair, glasses.

His name is Milton Mulrooney.

Haven't seen him.

You need to talk to my boss.

Your boss is the one that told us to talk to you.

You got the wrong girl.

We know he's been here.

Is he in trouble?

No, he's in danger.

But we're here to help him, Carmen.

He's hiding outside of TJ.

(tires screech)

In the desert.

Six heavily armed men coming across the street.

Six guys at the office.

Guess we're not the only ones looking for Milton.

Get your stuff. Come on.

Smile and keep walking.

Carmen!

Just keep walking.

Hey!

Hey. Stop!

We're walking out of here.

Easy.

(crowd screaming)

Too many! We got to lose them!

Sam! Hold her. I'll get the car.

Sam!

Move!

Darnos El taxi.

Darle.

Get out! Get out!

Open it up!

Come on! Come on!

Take that.

(tires screeching)

(speaks Spanish)

This where Milton is?

Yeah.

You saw who was after us.

You know we're here to help.

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Callen: Milton Mulrooney?

Oh, no.

We're NCIS agents.

We're taking you back to the United States.

Do you have I.D.?

No.

Then why did you bring them here?!

They forced me!

Pedicure's over. Let's go.

You'll have to k*ll me first.

We're not here to k*ll anyone.

Callen: We're here to protect him.

Okay? Would you tell them what happened in town?!

There are men looking for you.

They sh*t at us.

And we barely got away.

They're probably the same men that k*lled everyone at your office.

He's been through enough!

Can't you just leave him alone?

This doesn't concern you.

I am his fiancée. We are to be married.

That's usually what “fiancée” means.

What concerns my husband concerns me.

Hey.

He's not your husband.

No. He is my soul mate.

Carmen: He's going to take my sisters and my grandmother and mother back to the United States, give us citizenship.

Great.

Put your shoes on, let's go all live the American dream.

You've clearly never been married.

No, I haven't.

And apparently neither have you.

Now I need to borrow a phone.

You've never been married?

Must be lonely.

(quiet laugh)

I saw him first.

He saved my life.

And that's a bond that can never be broken.

She's got a point.

I need a cell phone.

You think I'm stupid?

You guys are navy cops.

You don't have I.D. or a cell phone?

I promise you we're government agents.

I don't doubt that.

Then why don't you trust us?

Because it's the government that's trying to k*ll me.

We're getting out of here.

What's the code?

Put the phone down!

Easy!

Mama, I think they're telling the truth.

Juanita?

Take their g*ns and the phone.

Big g*n.

Security cameras show the bad guys dump the getaway cars here at 1:20.

They're pros.

They move fast.

Guess they b*rned the inside of the car to destroy any physical evidence.

Eric, I just sent you a VIN.

You run it for me?

They burnt the trunk, too.

Eric says cars are stolen.

Got some, uh, clothing.

Maybe a Halloween mask.

Oh!

I got servers.

What?! They would not burn those.

Well, they did.

Ooh.

Which means they downloaded the classified information first.

Cars were burnt five minutes after the sh**ting.

I mean, not to mention you need a power source. These are servers, not laptops.

So, maybe they didn't need the information. Maybe they just... needed it to be gone.

So, destroy information about a covert government operation.

Well, that and then you k*ll everybody that knows about it.

Hmm. You are tickling my conspiracy bone.

Oh, I didn't even know you had a conspiracy bone. But I'm glad I tickled it.

So, whatever was on these drives was obviously bad enough that somebody went to all this trouble.

And someone at the Department of Defense knows what that is.

Callen: Look. Let's all calm down.

Woman: Legend is, Grandma k*lled her second husband with that pan.

Hey, we're the good guys.

Oh, I like your voice.

It's smooth like honey.

Mama!

It's a nice voice.

Carmen: Milton?

I believe them.

I'm sorry.

I just can't trust anyone right now.

Why do you think the government's after you?

Either we're here to k*ll you, so we already know the answer.

Or you're here to protect me and you really don't know.

Either way, it doesn't hurt to tell us what's going on.

Okay.

One of my co-workers, Margaret...

Who is this Margaret?

She's just somebody I work with.

This is the first time I heard of her.

Is she pretty?

Aminta, please...

I have the right to know the truth.

Baby, you know I love you...

Margaret's dead, okay?

Anyway, Margaret and I discovered monies that were allocated to a series of black operations conducted by a Delta unit codenamed “Duster.”

Okay.

The monies were allocated to operations that never existed and were never sanctioned by the Department of Defense.

So you think a Delta unit robbed the government?

Of over $40 million.

Yesterday, we reported it to our superior.

Doug Ouellet?

Yeah. And here's the thing.

Everybody knows Margaret and me always bring our lunch, we don't go out.

So you think the Delta unit hit the office?

You tell me. Who else could it be?

And you think this Ouellet is involved?

Milton: I have no idea.

It could be him or anybody he spoke to up the chain of command in DoD.

Milton, if there's a Delta unit hunting you, you need to let us get you back to the States now.

(car approaching)

It's the same men from the bar.

Give me the phone. Now!

The g*n.

The code is 7007.

Unit Leader: That's a walkie-talkie! Pick it up!

Should I get it?

Go.

They'll k*ll her.

No.

They want to talk.

Sam: No service.

Come on. Ain't someone else got another phone?

The phones work here.

Try mine.

Leader (over walkie-talkie): Who am I speaking with?

I'd like to ask you the same thing.

Let's begin this way.

We just destroyed the cell tower.

It'll be days before it's repaired.

This is going to be just about us.

So... if you want to see another sunrise, we dictate the terms.

(walkie-talkie beeps)

I couldn't get anything off the platters from the burnt servers.

But there was an off-site backup where the files were stored.

I'm sorry, why destroy the servers if the information was already backed up?

Because it destroyed the record of who authored the documents.

So we searched the backup and we found one small anomaly.

Two budgets.

Same name, same dates...

Both had an allocation of monies to a Delta Unit, Duster, but there was one small difference.

Each budget had the Delta unit listed under the oversight of different House subcommittees.

Neither of which had security clearances for the other's operations.

And since they're all black ops...

Neither committee knew where the money was going.

Were they hiding an unsanctioned op?

Nell: No.

We think Delta Unit Duster received money for operations that never occurred.

Great. So, then, just good, old-fashioned fraud.

And someone in the accounting office found out.

Kensi: So what you're saying is that a Delta unit k*lled all those people and then destroyed the servers to cover it up?

That's exactly what we're saying.

So you're accusing some of the most honorable men in our m*llitary of m*rder and fraud.

Okay.

How much money are we talking about?

$41 million.

That's enough to test your honor.

Ouellet had to know about this.

Which is why he forgot his lunch.

Go pick him up. Now.

Yeah.

Get me the name of the army general in charge of Delta Unit Duster.

Quickly.

On it.

So, to be very, very clear... we want Milton Mulrooney.

We get him, we walk away.

And for the rest of you, life goes on.

That's not gonna happen.

You don't send him out, I guarantee you every person in that house dies today.

At what cost to you?

We're going to take some of you with us.

I saw you using six-sh**t.

Keep looking outside the window.

Now the situation is clear.

You send out Milton Mulrooney, or we're coming in to get him.

There's no doubt the monies were allocated to your unit.

I was made aware of these allegations 36 hours ago.

All I'm willing to tell you right now is, I stand behind my men.

They're the best of the best.

Save the recruiting speech, General.

I need access to your Delta unit.

These men operate with very little oversight.

We don't give them missions; we give them objectives.

Well, if they want to clear their name, you can give them the objective of speaking to me.

I don't even know where they are at this moment.

That sounds like obstructing an investigation.

I'll try to get them to talk to you, but I can't promise anything.

These men determine their own fate.

Unless I determine it.

Sooner or later, it will happen.

They're out of the country.

Where?

Where?

The last communication I had from them was Tijuana.

All right, I'll meet them face-to-face.

You make that happen, General.

Nell: Sir... the Delta unit's in Tijuana.

Sam and Callen are in Tijuana.

I'm aware of that.

Okay, so, what do we do, wait?

Hell, no.

Arrange for a chopper immediately.

Get me to Mexico.

How dare you do this to me after what I've been through?

It's a slick trick.

Two budgets. Left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing.

Using the big bureaucracy to rip off the government of $41 million.

I have nothing to do with that.

Ouellet, sit down.

Nell (over earwigs): Guys, we found the smoking g*n.

Doug Ouellet has a Swiss bank account with nearly $3 million in it.

Money came in as income from a weapons broker based out of El Paso, Texas, called Millennial Arms.

Nell: Probably used the company to launder the money and get it out of the country.

So, we know about the Swiss bank account and $3 million.

And the arms company in Texas you used to launder it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I want to speak to...

Please, don't say the “L” word.

Deeks: No. Lesbian?

No, you can definitely... you can say “lesbian.”

You just can't say “lactat”" or “lactation.”

But you could say “lollipop.”

I was kind of thinking “lawyer”"

Deeks: Oh...

I mean, you can play it that way, but...

You were first one in the door and that does hold a prize.

Tell him what he's won, Deeks.

Well, you've won a fantastic vacation to the Alcatraz of the Rockies.

That's right, the federal prison in beautiful Florence, Colorado.

Your account has $3 million in it.

Your partners have the other $38.

Deeks: So what's it gonna be, Doug? Huh?

Door number one, where you spend the rest of your life behind bars?

Or door number two... and you're out in time to be a grandpa?

Kensi: Be smart.

You didn't pull the trigger.

Do you really hold loyalty to these guys?

Oh, and Doug, these, uh, supplies are limited.

So this offer isn't gonna last forever.

Eric: Uh-oh.

What... what do you mean, “Uh-oh?”

Nell: Guys... flag on the play.

The I.D. used to open the account has Doug Ouellet's name but not his photo.

You've got to be kidding me.

What is it?

Mmm...

If I was involved, why would I have passed the information about the fraud up to the congressional investigators and the DoD?

(sighs)

What are we missing?

That's where I found it, right on the floor, right there.

Hey, do me a favor.

Be Milton and, uh, crouch down on the toilet.

Got it.

Yikes.

Okay. Hold this, and hold it so that a b*llet could go through it but not hit you.

Uh...

No, I mean, this doesn't line up to any of the hits.

That means it wasn't sh*t here.

But this sure makes it look like somebody was trying to sh**t him.

But they weren't.

Milton is working with them.

They were trying to k*ll Ouellet.

And they tried to get to him before he got up the chain of command.

Except...

Ouellet forgot his lunch.

They're moving into position.

You guys have any fuel around the house?

Gasoline, kerosene, anything like that?

Yeah, I think there's some in the storage room.

Show me.

The walls are thicker in here.

It's to keep the storage cool.

You'd be safe in here.

Can you use this?

Not me, I got a g*n.

You use it.

Me?

I saw how you handled yourself with that shotgun.

You can do it.

Stop it.

You might be sexy, but you're loco.

Who do you think I am, Zorro?

I got the gasoline.

All right.

Now find some glass bottles and rags.

Quickly. Come on, come on.

All right, I'm gonna need you and one of your sisters to cover this side of the house.

There are six of them, machine g*ns.

And just two of you.

Plus Milton, your sisters and your mom.

That makes eight of us. It's a fair fight.

My family owned a restaurant in Tijuana.

The cartel forced us to pay for protection money until we went out of business.

It k*lled my father.

The restaurant was all we had.

What are you saying?

You just want to give up?

In Mexico, there are predators... and prey.

Then let me show you how to hunt.

I want to show you something.

We could offer it in exchange for our lives.

We could offer them a million dollars, they're not gonna let us walk out of here.

Is this yours?

No. Milton.

Milton?

That's over 100 grand in cash.

What's a government accountant doing with cash like that?

That's getaway money.

You had to show 'em the money.

Sam: So you're the man inside, diverting cash for these guys.

Shut up.

Give the walkie-talkie to Carmen.

I will blow your head off.

Bring it to me!

I'm coming out.

Good.

He stole this money?

He stole a lot more than that.

He also got a lot of people k*lled.

(clamoring)

Sam: Hey, stop, stop, stop!

Nada, alto, alto!

Basta!

He lied, he promised us everything!

He was using us.

Right now we have bigger problems to deal with.

Sure do, you're all dead.

You have no idea who you're dealing with.

An hour from now, they're gonna be burning your bodies in a pile...

Sam: Hey, hey! Basta!

Where are you?

There's nobody that can hear you.

You have 15 minutes to send him out, or everybody dies.

¿Qué ahora?

¿Qué hacemos?

These five men crossed into Mexico six hours ago.

They're fast and, judging from the bags they're carrying...

Heavily armed.

This footage puts the Delta unit in Tijuana when General Keys said they were there.

Eric: Now, to the best of our knowledge, these are the men in the unit.

Army Rangers, Green Berets--

Covert Operations in Iran, Afghanistan, Iraq, Russia.

Ultimately, Delta units are highly trained m*llitary assassins.

I've often heard Delta mockingly refer to Navy SEALs as lifeguards.

Not many people can get away with that.

These aren't the men you want hunting you.

You call me as soon as you hear from Granger.

Yeah.

Unit Leader: Time's up.

Last chance.

We know Milton's working with you.

You start f*ring those SAWs in here, there's a good chance you're gonna k*ll him.

That just means a better split for us.

No, you need him.

He probably set up the accounts you transferred that money into.

That is gonna suck to have all that money and no access to it.

The stories that we tell ourselves to make it all seem okay.

Why go through with all this, then, huh?

I don't see you and Milton as BFFs.

You need him alive.

I'll see you in hell, stranger.

Do it.

Here it comes!

♪ ♪

They're moving in!

(screaming)

♪ ♪

No...!

(screaming)

(grunts)

(thuds)

Carmen: Mama.

Are you okay?

Shotgun is done.

11 b*ll*ts left.

Five for me, six for you.

You gave me the extra one, that means you like me, huh?

Means I'm a better sh*t.

Oh, yeah?

Really gonna have this conversation right now?

It's now or never.

Soon as they sense we're out, it's over, G.

(shells clatter)

I'm out.

Unit Leader: I'm waiting.

You fired six sh*ts.

I didn't hear you reload.

All right, plan B.

Get up.

Turn around.

Hey, sexy man-- take this.

It's been good for me.

Get out there.

Move any closer-- he dies, you get nothing.

Really?

How long do you intend to hold that position?

Hours?

Days?

What's your endgame here?

You let the girls go.

When we get a couple of miles, you can have Milton.

Seeing that you're using a blade, I'm gonna assume that you're out of a*mo, too.

Looks like I guessed right.

Otherwise, I'd be dead, right?

Stop moving, or I'll cut his throat.

Go ahead.

Do it.

Or don't.

Either way, you're dead.

(g*n fires)

Man: Three bodies.

We got three bodies.

Granger.

Man: Clear.

We count six dead.

That's all of them.

We are secure. I repeat, we are secure.

Man: Copy that.

(sighs)

So, how'd you find us?

These guys have been tracking this group for the last 24 hours.

Meet the real Delta Unit Duster.

As soon as they heard about the accusations against them, they went hunting for these guys.

So, who are our dead friends?

Part of an arms-dealing team that was laundering money for Milton Mulrooney.

We owe you guys.

Navy SEAL?

Yeah.

We always love saving you lifeguards.

(chuckles)

(woman speaking Spanish)

Carmen: I have never had anyone sacrifice for me or my family like you did.

Both: You're welcome.

(speaking Spanish)

Your partner told us that you are a very lonely man.

(giggles)

We need to have a talk.

(chuckles)

(speaking in Spanish)

You are welcome to our home anytime.

Thank you. You can stay now if you want.

Agent Callen is urgently needed back in the States.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Both: Good-bye.

Adios. Hasta luego.

Gracias.

Hasta luego.

Muchas gracias.

Bye.

Por nada.

Yes, Agent Hanna, this is the gym bag with the money.

How much did you say was in here?

I didn't. I just said “a lot.”

“A lot” is all relative, Assistant Director.

Does $8,000 seem like a lot to you?

On our salary?

Hell, yeah.

Now, you fellas wouldn't have left some cash behind with those ladies, would you?

Laundered money that the Treasury's just going to destroy anyway?

We'd never do that.

Yeah, it's not like they helped save our lives or anything.

What was in that bag is in that bag.

That's your story?

That's our story.

Mine, too, gentlemen. Mine, too.