10x07 - One of Us

[Phnxgirl]

NELL: Deputy Director Ochoa,

to what do we owe the pleasure?

There's nothing pleasurable about this visit.

You and your people need to be extra careful.

Sokolov!

(two g*nshots)

Anna, where's his g*n?

SAM: Where's Sokolov? He get away?

CALLEN: No. Anna got him. ANNA: The A*F

suspended me.

Thanks to you, it's just a matter of time

before my lawyer calls me for an arraignment.

Does anyone really think it's gonna go that far?

♪ ♪

(man singing in foreign language)

Welcome to the land of stars and stripes, sir.

Good to be back, Liam. House is secure.

Enjoy your evening.

♪ ♪

Are you still holding onto the myth

that Paris beats L.A.?

One's the center of the universe...

and the other one is this.

I mean, I'm not even gonna front.

L.A. does have its perks.

Nightcap to celebrate our arrival?

Why postpone the real celebration?

♪ ♪

I'm gonna... change.

(exhales)

And I'll, um...

go grab those nightcaps.

I love it all!

Remind me to thank

your shoppers tomorrow. - Will do.

(muffled gasp)

How about we start that celebration, babe?

Babe?

Rick?

Rick!

♪ NCIS: LA 10x07 ♪ One of Us
Original Air Date on November 11, 2018

♪ ♪

All I am saying is, we have stars of stage and screen,

and now we have LeBron.

It is an embarrassment of riches.

You should experience King James live and in person.

Mm-hmm, well, his prices are

a little bit out of my reach.

Ah, it's a shame you base life

on financial limitation.

I have secured season ticket.

- You have season tickets? - (chuckles)

Then, let's go.

Let's go to a game.

Well, all 28 of plus-ones

are currently spoken for,

but I will text you if there is last-minute cancellation.

- Okay. You do that. - Okay.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Good to see you, Anna.

My sweet daughter.

(door closes)

I finally took your advice.

I... I tried yoga.

Only took you breaking your back to listen to my suggestion?

It's not the hot, sweat lodge, boot camp type thing, it's...

More the hardwood floor,

sound bath, Westside kind?

Exactly.

And interestingly, there's a neat little

pizza place next-door, so...

I like pizza.

How are you?

I'm getting by.

Some women in here aren't fans of law enforcement.

ARKADY: Are you hurt?

Bruised knuckles, clean face.

I'll take a fight like this any day.

My girl.

I'll see what I can do about getting you moved.

Don't bother.

My lawyer says I'm going to do some real time.

Years.

I had Deeks look at the case,

and he feels that... - No. Just...

just let it be. Anna,

I'm gonna do everything in my power to get you out of here.

I wish you'd done everything in your power

to get me out of here in the first place.

Oh, wait,

what-what do you mean? What does she mean?

- Nothing. - Callen, what did you do?

Arkady.

I told the truth.

And this is why we are here instead of eating

Jean Leon chops at La Scala,

because I take it what you told the A*F

hurt my daughter?

Anna...

Kissing person

that put me in jail would be low on my to-do list.

This has to be your last visit.

- For both of you. - Why?

I am not traitor. Listen,

I'm going to be here for a long time-- that's a fact--

and for me to survive these weeks, these months,

these years...

I have to become someone else.

Someone that I was before.

Before what?

Before I met you.

Good-bye, Callen.

- No. - Good-bye, Arkady.

I am going to get you

out of this place. - Guard.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

(door closes)

(shell casings clinking)

(shell casings clinking)

Deputy Director.

Agent Hanna.

Racking up those frequent flyer miles, huh?

I thought Washington was about as far from here as I could get.

Yet, somehow,

they keep dragging me back in.

- You grew up here? - Not L.A., but up the road

in Oxnard. - It's my favorite place on the coast.

My money, some of the best waves in California.

So you're a surfer?

Yeah, well, you see... I wasn't the best kid.

Hmm?

There was a sheriff who lived nearby,

and one day, off-duty, he rolled up on me

doing something I shouldn't have been doing,

and he broke it down.

He said, "Either you're going to jail,

or you're coming with me to the beach with my kids."

He was a surfer.

The sheriff's a good man.

Yeah, he's a great man.

You must be pretty good at surfing.

Well, you ever heard of Bobby Martinez?

The pro?

Oh, yeah, I'm just like him,

except if he was older and sucked at surfing.

(laughs)

Let me know when you want to hit the waves.

Ain't gonna happen, but

if you ever want to dive the Channel Islands, I'm your man.

- Oh, you got yourself a deal. - Okay.

Bring us up to speed.

NELL: Last night

in Malibu, man by the name of Rick Dotson

was m*rder*d at a rental home.

- Kn*fe wound. - I know that name.

- He's an arms dealer, right? ERIC: Yeah, big one.

He's been on NCIS's radar for years,

but never surfaced in America. SAM: He may have been

taken out by one of his rival arms dealers.

NELL: Exactly.

That's why we're pulling this case.

So, one of Dotson's

main competitors in the States

is a man named Colby Talbert.

NCIS San Diego has an open investigation on him.

They want us to make sure

that this has nothing to do with Talbert.

Got it. Any witnesses?

Well, no one saw it happen, but his girlfriend,

Karen St. Pierre-- she found the body.

Deputy Director Ochoa has rerouted Kensi and Deeks

over to the boatshed to start questioning her.

A guy like Dotson

would have a well-trained security team. Where are they?

Well, when L.A. County Sheriffs arrived,

the only person on site was Karen.

NELL: And she informed them that the security team up and left

when they discovered Dotson was dead.

Well, they're either in on it, or...

Loyal until the paycheck stops.

Any surveillance footage?

Uh, no. Cameras are on a closed system.

They're probably backed up to a hard drive on property.

Okay, check out the crime scene.

- Yeah. SAM: Beale, grab your stuff.

You can check out the surveillance system.

So, you're just ignoring them, or...?

Ignoring who?

Sam. You said you were going with them.

Oh, no. No, you must have misheard.

They haven't invited me in a while.

SAM: Beale, move it!

That sounds like an invite to me.

That is very, very sweet of you,

but you really don't have to invite my mom with you

shopping for your wedding dress.

But I want to. I think it's a nice way

for us to spend time together, you know?

Okay, well, that's incredibly thoughtful,

and she will love it, but I'm warning you now--

she's not gonna keep her opinions to herself

about your dress or about the employees' clothing,

or about the fancy decor in the Beverly Hills boutique.

Oh, well, then, it's a good thing

I'm not going to a boutique.

I'm not buying a new dress.

What? Uh, okay, listen, I know we're not the couple

that's gonna be driving Porsches

and living in Malibu, but we do okay, so

there is no way you're getting a used dress for the wedding.

No.

- So, whatever the cost... - Mm-hmm.

...whatever the designer, it doesn't matter.

I want you to get the dress that you want.

I want it to be your dream dress.

You're giving me permission to get my dream dress?

That is so sweet of you.

That's not what I meant.

I meant that I want you to get the dress that you want.

I know, and what I want is to buy my dress

from Brides Against Breast Cancer.

I use it, and then I donate it back,

and another bride gets to use it on her day.

That's amazing, and now, somehow,

I feel both dumb and arrogant.

Well, now you're in your comfortable place.

- Thanks for that. - Yeah.

Let's go talk to Dotson's girlfriend, shall we?

- Thank you. - Okay.

Spotted at least six cameras on the sides of the house.

Windows are glazed.

I'd say it's probably Level B or Level C protection.

Gate's the real deal. It's not just for looks.

Impact resistant, hydraulic swing arm.

Nell said the house was rented out three months ago.

Maybe Dotson's people came in and installed it.

Well, makes sense.

You got a guy like Colby Talbert gunning for you,

you want the highest level of security.

ERIC: Hey, I just walked the perimeter

to check out the surveillance cameras, and I found this

hidden in the bushes on PCH.

I had the sheriffs

sign it over to us to check out. - What is it? A Wi-Fi camera?

Yeah. It was positioned to see Dotson's front gate.

K*llers put it there. They were watching.

They knew exactly when Dotson was arriving.

That might rule out the security team.

They don't need cameras to know when Dotson got here.

Well, if it's not the security team,

then someone was waiting for him.

More like hunting. This guy's a professional.

It's looking like Colby Talbert

didn't want Dotson setting up shop in L.A.

So, the report said

the last time Karen saw Dotson was in the bedroom.

Then he went to open a bottle of wine, she went to change.

She comes back, she can't find him

till she spots him floating in the water.

She said he was only gone two minutes, three at the most.

This k*ller was fast.

She didn't hear anything.

Normally, I'd think the k*ller was hiding inside.

But the security team had already swept the place.

ERIC: Hey, guys, I wasn't able

to determine where that Wi-Fi camera was transmitting to,

but check this out.

That top row--

that's footage from the side of the house.

No activity except for the security guards.

But check this one in the middle out.

SAM: k*ller hid in the backyard

but didn't enter from the PCH side of the house.

What was that down there? Can you zoom in on that?

He swam in.

This guy's good.

SAM: Every mansion on this coast has security and surveillance.

I'm thinking he used public beach access.

Wouldn't attract as much attention.

If he did that, he'd have to swim...

almost two miles.

So this guy's not just a pro.

He's well trained.

We got to be looking for either ex or current Special Forces.

Yeah.

Before you saw Rick in the water,

did you hear or see anything out of the ordinary?

No. Nothing.

Everything felt locked up, secure.

I never got the feeling there was an imminent thr*at.

Do you have a m*llitary or law enforcement background?

Oh, no. No. No, I don't.

I guess I've just been with Rick for too long.

In his line of work, he's a target.

That makes me a target by proxy.

You cared for Rick.

Yeah, I loved him.

We've been together for the past five years.

So you'll help us find his k*ller?

Was Rick concerned about threats from a man named Colby Talbert?

No.

No, they had actually come

to some kind of agreement last week.

We met Colby and his wife for dinner on Thursday in Paris.

Anyone else who posed a thr*at?

Um, when we, uh... when we arrived at the airport,

his security team sent us pictures of these three men.

They weren't flagged as official security risks,

but if I saw any of them, I was supposed to tell him.

DEEKS: We're still trying

to locate the security team for questioning...

Oh, you're not going to find them.

Rick hired very specific people to protect him.

Last night was a total failure for them, and they know it.

They don't want to be found.

KENSI: Well, thank you

for this information. - Hope it helps.

Yup.

Whatever you think of Rick's profession,

he was a good man to me.

(door opens)

Sam?

There's no street parking

anywhere near Dotson's estate,

but I did find a lot he may have used.

SAM: Yeah, I'm still trying to figure out how I would've done this.

Swam from here to Dotson's estate.

Copy that.

Excuse me? Special Agent Callen, NCIS.

Can I talk to you for a second? I've been working here all day.

- I got witnesses. - Relax. This isn't about you.

I just want to ask you about this lot.

Right on.

- What's your name? - Alan Chen.

Alan, uh, looks like there's no street parking around here, huh?

No, not for two miles south and four miles north.

I'm looking for a vehicle

that may have been parked here last night.

You don't happen to have any surveillance cameras, do you?

No, nothing like that, uh, but the lot is manned 24/7,

and we log any cars that park here.

All right, well, do you happen to know

what was parked here about 11:00 last night?

Uh, at 11:00...

there were four vehicles here-- three sedans and a motorcycle.

Can I see that?

(clicks)

Thanks.

Yeah. No problem.

(line ringing)

Nell, I'm sending you a list of four vehicles.

Look into the owners.

NELL: So,

I've got some info on the three men

whose photos were on Karen's phone.

- Anyone with a record? - One, possibly two.

First up is Zak Ebersol-- as*ault, grand theft auto,

but no way he k*lled Rick Dotson, because last night

he was in a holding cell in Los Osos on a DUI.

Sounds like a rock-solid alibi to me.

Mm-hmm. Next photo is barely even a profile,

so facial rec wasn't an option here.

But there is a house in the background

that we've located in Culver City.

It's being leased to one Jerry Fuentes.

dr*gs, gambling. Ooh, the list is quite long.

What about the third guy, did we get an I.D. on him?

No. See, that's the weird part.

We have a full image of his face,

but no records are coming up.

Hmm. All right, got it. Keep looking into him.

We'll go to Culver City, check out Jerry Fuentes.

On it. Will do.

NELL: Hey, Sam,

I just sent you photos of the two men

Dotson's girlfriend was alerted of.

Nell, I think I saw this guy

with the goatee on the beach earlier.

He's got no records.

Nothing's coming up on facial rec.

It's like he's been wiped.

A ghost.

Got him. Moving in.

Sending Callen your position now.

Federal agent! Federal agent!

(tires screech)

Federal agent. I need your bike.

Get off the bike. Get off.

You need a helmet!

♪ ♪

(grunts)

Stop the truck. Hands on the steering wheel.

(tires screech)

Special Agent Sam Hanna.

Good to meet you.

(footfalls approach)

CALLEN: Hey, Tom. - Hey, good seeing you boys.

Thanks for doing us that solid

and watching Mosley's son. - No worries.

Good times. I learned a ton, too.

I bet you didn't know the difference between Supreme and BAPE.

You'd be surprised.

So, what'd you find out about this Lance Hamilton guy?

- Does his story check out? - Yeah, it does.

I don't know what he's up to now,

but this man was indeed a MARSOC Marine.

He did some missions with friends of mine in the Teams.

What was their take on him?

Besides the fact that he had the unlucky path to become a Marine?

Yeah, he's a solid dude.

You'd want him next to you in a bar fight.

Yeah? What's he good at?

He's well-versed in surveillance,

breaching tactics, and he's a sh**t.

Said he left the Marines, went to FBI SWAT?

Yeah, took the gig with the FBI to be stateside.

Hamilton's wife was sick for years.

She d*ed two years ago.

He didn't take it well.

That's right around the time that he left FBI SWAT and went dark.

Any idea who would wipe his record off the books?

I asked, and no one in the Teams knew of him

working for the Agency or the other Intel groups.

Got it.

So, is Hamilton still a good guy?

Well, that's what we have to find out.

Roger that.

Kens, Deeks, you guys at Jerry Fuentes's yet?

DEEKS (on computer): Yeah, we just got here.

Last time he was arrested, he had two

illegal nine-millimeter handguns in his car.

Got it. Thanks for the heads-up.

DEEKS: Fantastic.

Agent Callen, Lance Hamilton.

Guess I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar

monitoring your m*rder investigation of Dotson.

- Who are you working for? - Justice.

But with State Department equities.

Task force?

"Task force" usually implies multiple people.

This is just me.

Why didn't you tell us you were in L.A.

working Dotson's m*rder? - Dotson's m*rder is

part of a larger national case.

I don't inform any agencies when I arrive in town.

(laughs softly)

CALLEN: Okay. So how do you want to play this?

You want our help, or you want to go our separate ways?

What's upstairs?

Another interrogation room.

Hmm.

This arms dealer Rick Dotson

is the fourth m*rder in the last six months.

The first was

an opioid manufacturer from Jersey City;

second, a heroin supplier in Houston;

then a g*ng leader from Oakland; then Dotson.

All high-level criminals,

all k*lled by someone with expert skills.

A highly trained vigilante.

That's exacty why I'm on this case.

Certain people feel as though we trained him.

Elite special forces.

This is one beautiful canoe.

Did you make this?

Hmm.

I guess I got a little too close to Dotson

at Van Nuys Airport.

- His security team make me? SAM: Yeah.

They had a pic of you.

I didn't have any Intel Dotson was the next target.

But he did match up with all

the vigilante's past victims.

Guess I guessed right.

I wasn't expecting the k*ller

to move on Dotson so quickly and from the water.

You have any idea who you think the next target might be?

No.

One thing's for sure.

Guy we're hunting?

He's one of us.

Jerry Fuentes, it's NCIS. We have questions for you.

Dude, I can see you standing there.

Open up the door slowly.

Jerry?

Jerry! We got a runner.

(groaning)

Oh!

Stay down.

DEEKS: Oh, Jerry!

(whoops)

That's why you don't run.

Come on. This is excessive use of force.

You were running from federal agents. This is not excessive.

We only want to ask you some questions, buddy.

Ready, Jerry? On three. One, two, three.

Okay, okay. You're right. I'll be cool.

(chuckles)

Oh! Jerry.

Oh, I think you broke me.

Jerry, it's pretty evident you're not a fighter.

So let's hope you can become a professional

question answerer pretty quick here.

Yeah, okay. Please just let me lie here, though?

- You know a Rick Dotson? - (wheezes): I knew it.

You work for Dotson.

You don't give us some nice, concise answers,

we're gonna be forced to book you for assaulting a federal agent.

DEEKS: Actually, it's more like attempted as*ault.

Well, technically, it's an attempted as*ault

into a perfect setup for a judo throw, but I think it's still a felony.

Yeah, it was a pretty good throw, though.

You got a lot of air, Jerry.

KENSI: You want to go to jail, Jerry?

I brokered a g*n deal for Dotson last year.

And the buyers disappeared and it fell through.

That it?

Well, not so much.

Jerry.

The buyers stole Dotson's g*ns from me.

Dotson wasn't too happy about that.

Where were you yesterday around 9:00 p.m.?

With my parole officer for dinner.

Why do you want to know where I was?

'Cause Dotson was m*rder*d last night.

What? Awesome.

(laughs)

- Jerry. - I mean, R.I.P.

Hey, thoughts and prayers all the way, bro.

NELL: Jerry Fuentes's alibi checks out.

His parole officer corroborated the whole dinner story.

And I pulled footage from the restaurant to verify that.

Fuentes was there from 9:00 p.m. to 11:20 p.m. last night.

NELL: But we're not back to square one,

at least not yet, so we have some

new info on the four vehicles parked at the beach last night.

Three sedans and a motorcycle.

Motorcycle was used in both the Oakland and the Houston murders.

Well, we may have located your man.

The motorcycle is a Ninja H2, registered to a Casey Aguilar.

Ex-husband was a man named Daniel Aguilar.

ERIC: Aguilar was an Army Ranger, career soldier,

served with honor and distinction.

But 20 months ago, when his service was up,

he didn't reenlist, like he'd done every other time before.

Aguilar might be our guy.

Daniel Aguilar doesn't have

a local L.A. address, but he did rent a storage garage

in Westchester about 18 months ago, after his divorce,

and it's not far from Kensi and Deeks's current position.

Send Kensi and Deeks to the garage,

send the location of Aguilar's ex-wife to our phones.

Yeah. Copy that.

Hi, I'm Casey Aguilar.

Uh, my boss said you'd like to talk to me?

We're federal agents. We'd like to ask you a few questions

about your ex-husband, please.

Is Danny okay?

He hasn't done anything wrong, has he?

We don't know that.

We need to find him and talk to him.

Have you seen him lately?

No, no. Uh, he's deployed.

Germany, I think.

Ma'am, he left the service 20 months ago.

He what?

Do the two of you share the motorcycle

that's registered under your name?

Motorcycle?

A Kawasaki Ninja.

N-N... I don't have a motorcycle, no.

We believe he keeps it at his storage garage in Westchester.

You must think I'm such a fool.

I don't know about any of this.

Danny is such a kind and good man.

Whatever you think he's done,

he's given his life to this country.

He's a hero.

Casey, I'm sorry to ask this, but it seems that you care...

Yeah, I love him,

with everything.

I love him,

and I know that he loves me.

So, why are we divorced?

23 months ago,

our son William was nine.

He was practicing his guitar in his room.

(chuckles): He was so driven,

so talented.

He practiced every day for hours.

It sounded like fireworks.

I just thought it was kids with leftover Fourth of July stuff.

Then I heard the window break.

And William,

his scream.

He never let go of the guitar.

The kid next door was dealing dr*gs.

I, uh... it was a drive-by sh**ting.

I'm so sorry.

William would have turned 11 next month.

Danny was so close to him.

He wasn't the same after William's passing.

He was a different man.

He couldn't even be around me anymore.

S-So, when you find Danny...

Please don't hurt him.

Hey, Kens, the search warrant for Daniel Aguilar's garage

just came through. You are good to go.

Federal agents.

- Huh. - All right.

I see maps.

And blueprints. Looks like Dotson's Malibu house.

Yeah, I got

a rear motorcycle tire. That's a 200/55.

Well, that would match the Ninja H2

registered to Aguilar's ex-wife.

Yes, it would. That's gas.

Not a lot, but it hasn't evaporated yet.

That means he just left.

Found his armory.

At least two handguns are missing.

Which means he just left here on his bike with two g*ns.

Well, what are the odds

that he's on his way to take out his next target?

So, we've reviewed the materials

Kensi and Deeks recovered from the storage garage,

and the one consistent name is David Whitaker.

Does Whitaker fit the profile of the other victims?

Yeah, he moves cocaine in bulk, so a very high-level player.

So, where is he now?

Unclear. We know he landed at Van Nuys Airport flying private,

was picked up by an SUV,

but we're searching for it now. - Mm-hmm.

I was asked by LAPD to detain Whitaker

if the opportunity arises.

They've got outstanding warrants on him.

Copy that. And, Agent Hamilton,

thank you for offering transparency

and cooperation on this matter.

Well, as much as this Marine hates to admit it,

you Navy people run a tight operation.

Hmm, must be my LAPD influence.

Yeah. Not likely.

NELL: Ooh. Whitaker's SUV was just spotted

rolling through Olympic at La Brea.

We'll head that way. Let us know when it lands.

You got it.

Nell, we're parked just off Fairfax.

Let us know when you get eyes on Whitaker.

Just so I have this straight,

we're here searching for an Army Ranger

to make sure he doesn't k*ll some dirtbag drug dealer?

That's about right. LANCE: I've been sent after criminals

just like the ones Aguilar's targeting.

Only differences were, they were

in foreign countries and I was given a commendation

after I got 'em.

Oh, this is so messed up.

LANCE: Aguilar's off serving his country

and his kid gets k*lled in his own home.

The guy's lost.

He's trying to k*ll as many criminals as he can

as fast as he can.

Any one of us could go down that rabbit hole.

Well, hopefully, we can find Daniel, get him some help.

Some peace.

Yeah.

KENSI (over comm): I got Whitaker's SUV.

It's parked outside a restaurant on Melrose.

CALLEN: Head into the restaurant as customers.

You got Whitaker. We're gonna move towards you,

split up, we'll try and locate Aguilar.

Copy that.

(music playing faintly)

(indistinct chatter)

Hi, excuse me. Could we get a table for two, please,

preferably by the window?

- Do you have a reservation? - Uh, no.

You need a reservation.

There's, like, four free tables back there.

Well, then, you should have called yesterday

- and booked one of them. You know what?

Why don't you take that reservation book and just...

Aah! Okay, sorry about my sister.

She's a little crazy. I'm so sorry.

Marty. What's your name?

Alessandra. Alessandra, wow.

Is that Italian for "princess"?

That's a beautiful name. And an accent.

Where you from? You from Greece?

- Italy? - Portland.

(laughs): That's what I was gonna guess next

is Portland. I love Portland.

The land of trees and food trucks and hipsters.

- (laughs) - Skinny jeans and their man-buns.

Listen, this is my fault, and I'm sorry.

I should have called ahead and made a reservation,

and I didn't.

But it's a big day for my sister.

Just got her GED. We're very proud of her.

(chuckles) And, uh...

so if there's any way that we could get a table

to celebrate this monumental occasion,

that would be amazing.

Sure.

For you.

I'm so proud of you.

Looks like the kid's still got it.

- Still got it? Okay. ALESSANDRA: Right this way.

Yes, of course. Right this way, thank you.

- You know what's so crazy? - What's that?

You look just like my dad.

Oh, that's... (groans)

CALLEN: Aguilar could be anywhere.

He might be trying to make a long-range sh*t

from one of these buildings.

Nothing behind the restaurant.

LANCE: Me, too.

- I got Nada. DEEKS (over comm): Yeah, Whitaker,

he's with, uh, two bodyguards and a girlfriend.

Looks like they're here for the long haul.

They just ordered two more bottles of champagne.

Hey, would you mind taking a selfie with me?

I just called my dad, and he does not believe me.

No, he doesn't mind taking a selfie.

Go ahead.

Yeah, let's definitely get in there and...

That's a good angle.

That's-- You should probably put a filter on that.

- Thank you. - Yeah, of course. Thanks.

- When you got it, you got it. - Stop talking.

SAM: Guys, I have Aguilar.

He's dressed as a delivery man,

he's entering the back of the restaurant.

I'm two blocks out, coming to you.

One block out, moving in.

- I got Whitaker. - And I got Aguilar.

David Whitaker, I'm a federal agent.

You need to take cover.

All right, let's go.

g*n!

(panicked shouts)

(grunting)

(woman screams) All right.

Kensi?

- Kens! - On Aguilar.

(grunting)

Sam!

(grunts)

You gonna hit my lady with a champagne...

- Deeks. - ...bottle?

- (groans) - You okay?

Yeah. I think I broke my hand.

(tires screech, horn honks)

I've got Aguilar. Alley, east of the restaurant.

Federal agent. Drop your w*apon, Aguilar.

Drop your w*apon.

Come on, Aguilar.

Set the g*n down.

SAM: Aguilar, there's a lot of ways out of this.

Nobody has to get hurt.

Put the g*n down. We can help you.

I don't see it that way, man.

All this crime,

right here at home, it k*lled my son!

The criminals I'm after

are top of the food chain... the ones that are above the law.

Don't you get that, man? I'm taking them out.

LANCE: I understand, brother.

I do.

SAM: Daniel, right now there's no light.

It's hard for you to find a way out of the darkness

inside your head.

I know. I've been there.

I'm telling you,

you can make yourself better.

We can help you escape this darkness, man.

Just put the g*n down, let us help you. Please.

Don't do it.

Damn it!

Nell, paramedic.

SAM: We're okay. You're gonna be just fine.

You got this, Daniel. You got this.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

(siren approaching)

This doesn't feel like a win.

With all the training and experience Aguilar had,

this was the only endgame.

He wasn't gonna die in jail.

DEEKS: Doesn't make it any easier.

No, it doesn't.

Do not b*at yourself up.

You didn't have a choice.

His sh*t hit the wall behind me.

He was eight inches off.

He was an expert marksman with the Rangers.

He wasn't aiming for me.

He wanted this over.

This had nothing to do with you.

You got your thing?

Yeah.

Get out of here.

We got this.

(crying)

Casey...

I'm so sorry.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

- No, no, he's okay! - I'm so sorry.

I'm... No, tell me he's okay!

He's okay. Tell me!

I'm sorry.

No!

So, where is it you need to go? I'll give you a ride.

Well, I need to go to LAX.

I want to go to a bar.

(sighs)

- What we did today... - Listen, Sam,

it's a complicated world, man.

Aguilar chose to deal with his loss

with the only solution that made sense to him.

Some days I'm inches away from that solution

making sense to me.

Just some days?

(sighs)

What, exactly, is it that you do for Justice?

I handle cases like these.

Sensitive cases that certain people don't want

showing up in the news cycle.

Hmm.

That's why I'm a one-man band.

Only way I can keep it closed-loop.

And it's national?

No home base.

Hmm, so you're either running from something

or hiding from something.

I don't hide, brother.

Me either.

Guess I'm running from the fact

that I don't have a home since my wife passed away.

We moved from base to base. Some of the accommodations...

(scoffs) they were not the best.

I've stayed in those places.

Jessica could turn a ten-by-ten shack into our home.

(sighs heavily)

I'm sorry.

- Listen, Sam. - Yeah.

I know you got a great thing going on here in L.A.,

but if it ever becomes too small of a pond,

if you ever got your own demons that need running from,

I'd be honored if you came and partnered up with me.

- Let's get a drink. - Let's do it.

JUDGE: Will the defendant please rise?

Anna Kolcheck, the purpose of this hearing is to sentence you

for the k*lling of Abram Sokolov.

Is there anything you would like to say

to this court before I rule?

No, Your Honor.

Very well.

According to federal guidelines,

the sentence for voluntary manslaughter

should not exceed 15 years.

But because of your exemplary service

as a former Chicago Police Department detective,

your letters of commendation from NCIS,

and your service as an A*F agent,

I sentence you to seven years,

with the possibility of parole after three years served.

This court is adjourned.

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♪ Come big endings ♪

♪ From small beginnings ♪

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