14x05 - Flesh & Blood

[bunniefuu]

Hey, Dad. Uh, now's not a good time.

I know, I've been really busy.

I...

No, I... it's... I'm fine.
It's just allergies.

I...

Oh... I haven't seen it, I...

Yeah, I like Tom Hanks.

Everybody does.

Hey, Dad, I can't...

I-I'd love to see you, but I just...

Things are really crazy right now,

and I can't, I just...

Look, Dad...

Dad, I have to go.

I love you.

Well, that was exhausting.

I ran six miles.

You bailed after two.

"Bailed" sounds like "quit."

I didn't quit, I changed course.

Yeah, well, that course
was supposed to end

with you getting us bagels.

And they were out of bagels,
so I changed course again

and I got us smoothies.

You hate smoothies.

That must have been very hard for you.

Like I said, it was exhausting.

Oh, you're funny. And, uh,

if you ever deny me
my morning bagel again,

I'll make sure everyone
knows how funny you are.

I do have a reputation to uphold.

And I have an interview to get to, ooh.

I'm still exploring my options.

Oh, I think that's good.

I mean, you got the time.

I do, but we have other
important decisions to start making.

Like picking a wedding date.

Have you given any more thought
to early summer?

June gloom. Sounds a little risky.

Then New Year's. Two parties in one.

That may actually k*ll Arkady.

And then, of course,
you'd have to list that

as his official cause of death.

April?

Showers. Not to mention taxes.

Callen, if you want to bail...

"Bail" sounds a lot like "quit."

All right, then if you
want to change course...

I don't want to do either.

But I also don't want you to
be late for your interview.

Can we talk about this later?

Sure.

But there better be bagels.

There will be bagels.

Let's go! We're gonna be late.

I can't find my backpack.

Mm. It's right here.

Oh... Wow!

Just saw my life flash before my eyes.

- That's a little dramatic.
- Well, I'd argue

it was more of a dark comedy

with pivotal moments of tenderness.

Regardless, I was over too soon.

Speaking of soon,

I'm gonna miss History
if we don't leave, like, now.

Great, yeah. No, of course.

And you-you have your essay

on the-the tragedy
that is the Great Depression?

Yes, but I argued it was
more of a dark comedy

with pivotal moments of tenderness.

Wow. Now, that is a touché. Well played.

Kensi!

Yep, yep, yep, yep,
yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.

Hey, by the way,

we definitely don't have time

to pick up your truck in the morning,

- but we can do it after work.
- Oh, my God.

Yeah, if we survive that long. Hello?

- Oh.
- Hello?

I come back from six months on the road

and that's how you answer the phone?

It's kind of a universally
accepted phone greeting.

But, okay...
Wait a minute, back from what?

A woman can only eat, pray,

and love her way across the lower

for so long.

But boy, did I love.

- T... TMI, Mom.
- It was like Woodstock,

all over again,
only this time with sciatica.

Mom,

- boundaries!
- Okay.

Uh, I'm really glad that you're back.

- Uh, we're really glad.
- Super, super glad.

But just to clarify,
when you say "back..."

In L.A.

Interesting because, uh,

you rented out your apartment

two days after you saw Nomadland.

Which is why
I'm on my way to your house.

I'll be there in . And someone
better be there to let me in,

because I haven't eaten

or prayed since Reno.

Mwah, I love you. I can't wait.

Okay. You know what?
We'll figure it out on the way.

- Nope, yep.
- That's fine. It's gonna be fine.

She's loving her way through Reno.

That's what you want to hear
with your mom.

"Ready your breakfast and eat hearty,

for tonight we dine in hell!"

Rountree,

what are you doing?

If you're gonna work in this office,

you're gonna have to brush up
on your classic movie quotes.

It's from .

But what I meant is

what are you doing to that bucket?

It's called hojo undo.

Ancient martial arts techniques

that are meant to build
grip and forearm strength.

I have a troll-shaped stress doll

that also works great for that.

Can you do me a favor?
That might be a case.

Uh, it's a text from someone
named Packer who says,

"My pants are fire"?

I'm afraid to ask.

Yeah, it's my homie, Daniel Packer.

We were at Quantico together.

He's, uh, making a clothing line,
so I figured I might invest

some of that money that Beale left us.

Oh, I heard about that money.

I think that I would spend that all

on first class tickets to Tokyo.

Yeah. I thought about that.

But after what happened
to me and my sister,

just... didn't feel right.

Nothing feels right after that.

You know...

I want that money to grow something.

So I called a few friends

and asked 'em to pitch me some ideas.

You didn't think about asking me?

Ha! The world does not need

any more troll-shaped stress dolls.

Oof, that's harsh. So is this.

Oh!

Now, that was fire.

Well, a cruise doesn't just
appear out of nowhere.

I mean, you're not David Copperfield.

Why would I need a sign off

when I am the sign off?

Well, thank you for
the seven hours notice.

Oh, and thank you so much
for continuing to be

an overly-coddled thorn in my ass.

My father's caretaker just quit.

- Third one this month.
- Mm.

You?

There is yet another process in place

for expense approvals.

I had a system in place for my dad.

But the system only works

if I can get people
to play by the rules.

Good luck with that one.

Speaking of which, where is everyone?

Well, I mean, you seem to
have it covered on your own.

Who's this?

Uh, Lieutenant Jeff Morgan.

Found stabbed to death
this morning by a house cleaner.

He was an intelligence officer
assigned to

a DoD task force

based out of Naval Munitions
Command CONUS West.

They deal primarily with
naval weapons inventory.

Yeah. I wish it stopped at the Navy.

Morgan was part of
a highly-classified operation

developing software

aimed at networking
the entire U.S. m*llitary.

Similar to Project Overmatch,
only bigger.

Well, if an enemy can
access that software,

they could expose top secret
intel across every branch.

Which is why SECNAV
wants us to make sure

that nothing has been compromised.

Got any suspects?

China. Russia. Iran.

Or his wife,

Alice Morgan.

One of those things
is not like the others.

A neighbor saw her fleeing the scene

shortly after Morgan's estimated TOD.

There's an APB out for her.

So, either she is being targeted too...

Or Alice Morgan
isn't playing by the rules.

Sushi.

You wanted Sugarfish,
which I selflessly agreed,

to which you replied,
and I quote, "I owe you one."

Okay, I meant unpack the groceries,

not spend the entire day unpacking

your mother's weird obsession
with Michael Bublé.

Okay, he is a good-natured crooner who
refuses to look bad in a tux.

What's to unpack?

- Sweetheart, she's your mother.
- I know that.

- Uh, hey!
- Ooh, Callen.

I'm an orphan. Can't help you.

That's good. You're very funny.

Has anyone ever told you that?

You know, if I knew

you guys were throwing a party,
I would've brought bagels.

Well, you got to get up pretty early

- to b*at the crowd for that.
- I was up at 5:00,

in the office at 8:00 working on a case.

You guys remember cases, right? Case?

I got Kilbride's text.
Were you able to get ahold

of Morgan's commanding officer?

I'm on my way to the boatshed
to meet with him now.

- Then I think I'm going with you.
- Great.

- Perfect.
- All right.

Rountree's gonna hit the crime scene.

You two should meet him there, huh?

- Got it.
- Wa... Can... So...

Oh, my gosh.

Okay, fine. I will
spend the day with Mama D.

Kilbride wants me to take
some accrued leave anyway.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

We'll have fun. I'll pick up Rosa early.

They can meet for the first time

and then I can have reinforcements.

I owe you one.

Ha! It's funny that you think
you owe me just one.

Oh, God. I got it.

I'm going, I'm going.

All right, thanks, guys.

LAPD found a personal laptop,
but it's locked.

Shyla's gonna get
a warrant to access it.

- You find anything interesting?
- Yeah.

That Achievable Design
is only achievable

for those people with disposable income

and a questionable definition of design.

Uh, speaking of money, coroner
found a Rolex on Morgan's wrist,

and his Lexus is still parked
in the garage.

Well, I think we can
rule out home invasion.

Yeah, but I didn't think junior
officers made Rolex money.

They don't. And they also
don't make enough money

to cover these credit cards bills.

Well, their neighbors said
Alice Morgan didn't work a job,

so if she grew accustomed
to the finer things,

they would've had to have
a extra way of paying for it.

Yeah, well, maybe they were
selling classified m*llitary software.

Well, if we had a way of tracking
her down, we could ask her.

Maybe we do. Looks like the Morgans

have been living in the fast lane.

Uh, yeah.

Fancy watches, expensive cars.

Were you not present for
this whole conversation?

The literal fast lane.

This credit card bill
has electronic toll charges

all over it.

Well, if Alice Morgan's
trying to get out of Dodge,

toll roads would be the fastest way.

That's what I'm saying.

- That's what I'm saying.
- Good.

Commander Burns.

Thank you for coming in
to speak with us.

It's not like I was given the choice.

You gentleman are aware
of cell phones, correct?

And you are aware that one of your men

was m*rder*d last night, correct?

It's a tragedy. Truly.

But now, instead of being in my office

dealing with the fallout,

I've been summoned to a Bubba Gump's

to talk to you two.

So... start talking.

You first.

What kind of software
is your team was developing?

It's a cloud-like technology

that allows us to share data

across all the armed forces.

Everything from emails
to weapons, ordnance

and expl*sives tracking
to real-time target tracing.

And how does Lieutenant Morgan
fit into this?

He primarily oversaw data analytics

until about a month ago,
when I put him on the road.

I had him visiting local
contractors and manufacturers

to confirm their systems were up to date

and fully operational.

Did he have any enemies?

Not that I know of.
He seemed like a good kid.

But with hundreds of command members,

I don't have the time to delve
in everyone's personal life.

So, I take it you never met his wife?

Once, maybe.

Quiet.

Not very friendly,
if I remember correctly.

To be clear, she was unfriendly?

I really have to get back.

If you have any more questions,

please don't hesitate
to contact my office.

- Uh, you know, by phone.
- Mm.

So, a month after Morgan is
transferred he winds up dead.

Yeah, we should pull his
travel vouchers.

Find out what else he
might have been up to

while he was out there on the road.

I'll reach out to his office.
You know, by phone.

What have we got, Agent Dahr?

A giant headache, sir.

Welcome to the last years of my life.

I would recommend an aspirin, but

I have always found that
a good single malt scotch

is a lot quicker.

I didn't mean a literal headache.
I meant it figuratively.

I didn't know we were putting
nuance in our sitreps now.

And I didn't know how frustrating

the sharing economy can be.

Businesses that rely on
community-based marketplaces.

I assume this will all relate back

to my original question,
"what do we got?"

I got a warrant to access

the laptop LAPD found in Morgan's home.

Most accounts were logged out,

but luckily, it was still synced up

to Alice Morgan's text messages,

which is where I found this very vague
confirmation code.

I traced the number the text
came from to a company called

Home Connections.

They specialize in discreet
vacation rentals.

So discreet that I'm still waiting on

the manager to give me
access to her account.

- Mm.
- Should be any minute now.

Better let me talk to them.

I will make sure that there is no nuance

in what I have to say.

Oh, may not be necessary. I'm in.

Hey, looks like Alice Morgan
used a gift credit card

and a fake name to book
a house in Larchmont

an hour after her husband's death.

Get this address to Rountree and Deeks.

I want her picked up now.

Wow. Man, the owners were smart

to invest in this place.

Great walk score, mountain views.

All right, Warren Buffett,

why all the investment talk today?

I just want to do better
with my money, you know?

I want it to actually help people,

- like...
- Alice Morgan.

No, not Alice Morgan.

She's clearly spending enough.

- Are you okay today?
- No, no. Alice Morgan.

Oh. Alice Morgan.

Oh, don't...

I should have stretched.

Ow.

Federal agents. Stop.

Hands up. Step down.

Come towards me.

I have a g*n in my waistband.

Go.

Wow.

You good?

Yeah.

I just got to invest in a chiropractor.

All right, there's a
couple ways this can go.

Which is really exciting for me,

because I've always loved a good
Choose Your Own Adventure.

You know what I'm saying? Cave of Time?

House of Danger?

Lost Jewels of Nabooti?

Yeah? No? What about you?

Really? It's a book series

where you get to choose
how your story unfolds.

Look, we have you fleeing

the scene of your husband's m*rder.

- You're our prime suspect.
- But if you cooperate,

you too can choose
how your story unfolds.

I'm not telling you anything.

Look, we can sit here
all day, all right?

But being silent only hurts you.

We're here to help.

You want to help me now?

Where were you six months ago?

Why, what happened six months ago?

I talked and I talked and I talked,

and no one seemed to listen then,

so I'm not saying anything now.

Mrs. Morgan, we're only trying to help.

Um, actually, we should take a...

We can... we should take a break.

Do you want a... I want to get a coffee.

- Me?
- Do you want a coffee? I bet she

needs some coffee. You want some coffee?

I don't need a coffee.

Yeah, well, the people of Nabooti

didn't think they needed, uh,
Lucy and Peter's help,

but at the end of the day,
they were glad to have it.

I'll grab you a coffee.

Everything all right with your dad?

Yeah, if I can find someone
to stay with him tomorrow.

What happened to Cheryl? She was great.

And very into birds, by the way.

Yeah, apparently,
they fell on the different sides

of the w*r pigeon debate.

She quit last week.
I got to find a new agency.

- Well, that's one approach.
- What's that supposed to mean?

Look, the last caretaker quit

because your Dad
wouldn't ride in his Mazda.

He prefers American cars.

I'm just saying.
Maybe it's not the caretakers.

Maybe you're avoiding
the real issue here.

You want to talk to me about avoidance?

Well, I didn't say I wanted
to talk to you about it.

Did you pick your wedding date yet?

Oh, you think I'm avoiding my wedding?

I think you're keeping Anna in the dark

about what's going on,

and whatever it is, she'll understand.

But you have to give her a chance.

Don't even think about sitting.

Just heard from Rountree.

Alice Morgan still isn't talking.

Did Commander Burns' office

send over Morgan's travel vouchers?

Yep. Uh, at first, nothing stood out.

Then I remembered that
in addition to his wife's

electronic toll pass records,
I had his too.

So I cross-referenced them
with his travel vouchers

and it turns out something
is definitely rotten

in the state of Denmark.

Lovely.
Now we're doing Shakespeare in the park.

Lieutenant Morgan took the same
freeway to and from the office

at about the same time every day.

- That all changed a month ago.
- Yeah, well, that tracks.

That's when
he started traveling for work.

Which took him everywhere

from PennCo Metrics to Marview Chemicals

to Parnell Industries.

All of which manufacture high-powered,

m*llitary-grade expl*sives.

Exactly, and after each trip

to those specific manufacturers,
his toll pass pinged a responder

near the Santa Anita Avenue exit
off the .

The Morgans live out in Jefferson Park.

That's over miles past their house.

Which is why I inputted his most
recent trip into Kaleidoscope.

Traffic cams caught him
pulling into a storage facility

in El Monte on Friday.

Friday? So, two days
before he was m*rder*d.

So whatever he's keeping there

may help explain what got him k*lled.

"Though this be madness,

yet there is method in't."

Damn it.

My father's caretaker agency,
they need to speak with me

before they can find a replacement.

Uh, take the call, Agent Hanna.

Ms. Dahr can use the fresh air.

Thanks for that.

Actually, you mind
if I go into it alone?

- Uh, yeah, sure.
- All right, thanks, man.

Yeah.

So it's, uh... June 30, 1990.

And my mom decides she wants to take me

to watch the Dodgers play the Cardinals.

And I will never forget that day.

I don't care about sports.

That's funny, 'cause I don't
care about sports either.

No, the reason I remember it
is 'cause it was so hot.

Like, L.A. had been coming off
this massive heat wave

and I can still see
the ice cream cone melting

as it's being passed down the row.

Now you want to talk about weather?

Actually, I do, because...

that is the other thing
that I can still see

from that day, is my mom.

And she's sitting next to me
in this 90-degree heat,

except for the fact
that she is wearing...

She's wearing jeans and
a long-sleeve turtleneck.

And she was covered up like that
the whole entire summer.

Not that it matters,

because she couldn't
cover the bruises on her face.

Did he spare you, at least?

No.

I mean, but I was a kid, right?

Kids are supposed to have bruises.

I'd just tell the teachers that, um...

...I got another fight
in the playground.

What do you tell people?

I don't have anyone left to tell.

He made me push everyone away.

Yeah, they do that.

How long has your husband
been abusing you?

Physically?

Three years.

Mentally? Who knows.

He even cut off my access
to our bank account.

He controlled every part of my life.

And you reported him six months ago?

I called some m*llitary hotline,

and when I didn't hear back

I filed a report with
the family advocacy center.

They said they were looking into it.

I got to ask you this
'cause it's my job,

but I don't blame you if you did.

Did you k*ll your husband?

- No.
- Okay.

He was like that when I came home.

Can you believe,

after all this,

I even tried to save him?

I can.

So, why did you run?

Because...

...my husband was worth a lot
to the m*llitary.

I'm not.

They're gonna want
someone to pay for this,

and I was afraid that my reports

would be used as motive.

That tracks.

So, your husband has been
traveling a lot for work.

Have you noticed any differences,

any changes in him since then?

- Sorry, can I have a few minutes?
- Yeah, of course.

You can have as much time as you want.

Motor oil.

Sorry, what?

When he h...

When he came close to me
after those trips,

his hands smelled like motor oil.

I'm sorry.

One minute, I'm signing up

for a polar bear plunge,
next thing I know

I'm miles off the strip,
skinny dipping at a Ramada Inn

with a broken pool heater.

That's one version of an ice breaker.

Yeah, that sounds like a very fun trip.

Adele is doing a residency
in Vegas right now.

- Ooh.
- I'd love to go.

I didn't know that.

Listen, if you want to go see Adele,

I don't think Deeks
would mind taking a trip.

Uh, actually, Tay's family
has a condo there

and they said I could go if that's okay.

Yes.

Of course, yeah.

Tay...

I don't-I don't think
we've spoken about her.

My friend from Calculus.

Oh, Calculus. Now, that's
a waste of time.

Oh, that's definitely not...

I have had a disastrous marriage,

three dead-end jobs, and

a little quick brush with
a pyramid scheme.

And not one of those problems

was solved by the Pythagorean theorem.

That's actually geometry...

You are very cool.

Right back at you, sis.

I'll bet you're gonna
keep these two on their toes.

Speaking of which,

Uh, Kensi, do you think
you could take me and Tay

- to the mall after school?
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, we were gonna get new
cleats for soccer practice.

Soccer practice.

You definitely told me about that.

Well, I'm pretty sure

I didn't tell you about
the sound bath I took

behind the Dairy Queen in Marfa.

So, ladies, buckle up.

And you're sure this was the guy

that rented the storage unit from you?

Positive. Dude was intense.
Like you two, but different.

What do you mean by that?

I mean I would not
want to be on the other side

of a board game from you.

You... I'd take my chances with.

I meant Jeff Morgan.

That wasn't the name he gave me.

- Well, I'm sure he used a fake one.
- Mm.

He used all cash, too. And it was wet.

My mans was real sweaty...
Ooh, this is it.

All right, well.

We need anything else,
we'll let you know.

All righty.

Could have come
and cleaned the place out

- before he was k*lled.
- Or someone did it after.

You smell that?

They put odorizing taggants
in expl*sives

to make them more detectable.

Some say that it smells like almonds,

but most, uh, think
it smells like motor oil.

Alice Morgan told Deeks her husband

smelled like motor oil
after he traveled.

And Morgan recently gained access

to every m*llitary
expl*sives manufacturer

across Southern California.

Which means he had access to everything

- from det-cord to Comp B to...
- To C- .

Usually, it's stored in bricks,

but cut into smaller pieces,
it tends to crumble.

What if this was never
about his software?

What if Morgan was using his access

to slowly stockpile expl*sives

until he had a supply
large enough to sell?

Well, if that's the case,
where is it all now?

Hey, if there's a dead body,
I call dibs.

My true crime podcast needs this.

No dead body, but this is now
an active crime scene.

We'll need you to keep
all the customers out.

Mm, and if they don't listen,

can I perform a citizen's arrest?

No, you cannot.

You're no fun.

Well, you should see what happens

when someone sinks my battleship.

When was the last time you saw

someone access that storage unit?

Well, there were three guys

I didn't recognize this morning.

They were taking out boxes
through the back.

You have cameras back there?

Yeah, but my manager
is the only one with access.

Call him, tell him
to expect a call from us.

We're gonna need to see those videos.

Mm, and if he doesn't
cooperate, can I...

- No!
- No!

I'll track down Commander Burns.

Hopefully he put together
a list of every w*apon

and expl*sive that is
currently unaccounted for.

Got it.

Alice Morgan is telling the truth.

The Navy confirms
that she did make calls

to abuse hotline several times

leading up to her husband's death.

Did they say if anyone
ever acted upon those calls?

Their official response is that

they take all domestic abuse
cases seriously

and there was not enough
information to refer to us.

The hell?

So, Morgan just beats
the hell out of his wife

and doesn't even get
a slap on the wrist?

It's a problem that's been getting

a lot of justifiable attention
in the press lately.

The Pentagon invested
one billion dollars

specifically to remedy
this very problem.

They are headed in the right direction.

Well, think of how much money
they could have saved

if they just would have
prioritized the victims to begin with,

sir.

There are only so many problems

that we can solve in one day,

this case being one of them.

Well, that's convenient.

If Alice didn't k*ll her husband,

see if she has any idea who did.

Was all that true? About your dad?

Every word of it.

Hey, Kensi?

You're out of dryer sheets.

- Oof.
- Where's Rosa?

Tay is having a crisis
with another friend,

so Rosa is talking them down.

You don't have to do this.

Oh, I don't mind.
I've missed helping out.

Well...

Deeks and I have missed you helping out.

Nice try.

You can't even look me
in the eye and say that.

How you doing, kiddo?

Great. Good.

Fine. Tired.

And hungry, like, all the time.

Mm. Welcome to parenthood.

Mm, thank you,

but I am not "technically" a parent yet.

Do you love her

and want nothing more
than to keep her safe?

Of course.

And do you constantly wake up

with the crushing fear
that you're not doing enough

even though you're exhausted
from doing too much?

Every single morning.

Well, then I don't give a damn
about the technicalities.

- You're a parent, sister.
- Thanks.

but I just can't help but feel
like I'm missing something

all the time.

You know, my entire career

is spent being one step
ahead of somebody else,

and I thought it would be
the same thing with parenting,

and it's just not.

Hmm.

My mother once gave me the best
parenting advice I've ever heard.

- Yeah?
- She said, "Bertie,

raising kids is like being
pecked to death by chickens."

I think she saw it on a sign
in a gift shop at a rest stop.

Geez. Thought it'd be something
a little more optimistic.

Oh, my God. What are you talking about?

It's a slow death.

You've got all the time
in the world to figure it out.

I got your text, Shyla. What's up?

Nothing good, Shark t*nk.

Just got security footage

from Lieutenant Morgan's storage space.

You should have it now.

Huh. Oh, great.

So, we're looking for
three potentially armed

and dangerous pixels.

Needless to say, facial rec is
having trouble getting an ID.

All right, well, I'll put it
in front of Alice Morgan

and see if she recognizes any of them.

Thanks, Shyla.

Sorry to interrupt.

We just got security cam footage

of a storage unit that's
linked to your husband's name.

These three guys were trying
to access his unit this morning.

You recognize any of them?

Hard to tell.

That guy.

My husband brought me to an event

a few weeks ago.

Some type of wine festival.

I don't know his name,
but I saw them talking to each other.

And you're sure it was him?

I remember thinking how badly

he needed to wash his hair.

Do you remember the date?

My birthday.

Here I thought he was finally
doing something nice for me.

It was somewhere in Hollywood.
Near the cemetery.

I'm gonna give this to Shyla.

Yeah, right.

- Investigator Deeks.
- Yeah?

What happened to your father?

I sh*t him.

And two weeks later, he was in prison.

You did good.

I should look into this.

Just in time.

Commander Burns.

How's the fallout down there?

Gentlemen, I assure you,

I am all over this matter.

Have you put together
a list of the items

that are currently missing?

A*F has been in contact

with every manufacturer
that Morgan visited.

We're looking at somewhere
between and pounds

of C- , Composition B and detcord,

not to mention an unknown supply
of blasting caps.

That's quite a big range.

And if not handled properly,

it can cause
an even bigger amount of damage.

So, were you aware

of the reports filed
against Morgan by his wife?

Yes.

But I required further evidence

before I could pull him
from his assignment.

Now, before you blame me,

- let me expl...
- Guys,

you need to see this.

We'll be in touch.

What do we got?

Something between bad news
and very, very bad news.

Oh, great. Another big range.

Alice Morgan said her
husband controlled their bank account.

What she didn't know
is that he controlled

multiple bank accounts,

three of which
received separate deposits

in the amount of $ , last week.

Just under the amount that would
trigger a CTR from the bank.

All three were wired from a company

called Met World Holdings,

which is a shell corp that
traces back to this guy,

Ivan Parsons.

That's the same
guy from the storage facility.

He also owns his own

import-export business here in L.A.

Looks like they do everything
from fine foods to fine wines.

Which explains why Alice Morgan said

she saw him at the festival
her husband took her to.

Well, something tells me
his business is doing more

than importing and
exporting food and wine.

He is suspected of having financial ties

to extremist groups in Ireland,
Germany and Indonesia.

So far, no one's found enough
to prove it.

Well, maybe getting caught
with pounds

of stolen m*llitary-grade
expl*sives will do the trick.

How's that headache now?

I might just take you up
on that single malt after all.

Well, I will interpret
that as being not good.

How are we at locating Ivan Parsons?

Met World Holdings owns
properties all throughout the city

but recently applied for a permit,
for an address in Hollywood.

As always, the city is backlogged.

So, at the moment,
that space seems to be unoccupied.

Hmm. Callen and Sam on their way?

We just got here.

How far out are Rountree and Deeks?

Deeks stayed behind.

He had to make sure that Alice
Morgan got to a safe location.

I'm seven minutes away.

I don't have to remind you all

what it is we're dealing with here.

Parsons has enough expl*sives to
take down an entire city block.

An outcome I would
very much like to avoid.

- Talk about avoidance.
- Don't start.

Can I stay on to see how this ends?

It ends, Agent Rountree,

with you recovering all
the missing expl*sives

without incident.

The only way this city
is going down in flames

is if I'm holding the match.

I got at least one inside.
No sign of Parsons yet.

Should be another door around back.

Come on.

I got Parsons.

He's in a hurry.

Well, hopefully he has time for a drink.

Yo, check it out.

Come on. Let's go.

Parsons, step away from the van.

Put your hands up.

All right, turn towards me slow.

Place the bag on the ground.

Ah, ah... slowly.

There you go. Slow...

Turns out Morgan had made
a deal with Parsons

but tried to back out
at the last second.

After Parsons had already paid
him almost $ , .

Oh, so he's either scared or greedy.

Parsons tracked him down at his house,

tried to talk him out of it.

We know how that turned out.

I guess Morgan wasn't as
tough as he thought he was.

They never are.

Hey.

Ah. My firstborn.

Your onlyborn.

Well, it's like I said...

I've never cared much for math.
Come on and sit down,

take a load off.

You joining a sorority,
or is one of those for me?

Well, it is now.

How was work today?

Get all the cats out of the trees?

Yeah, I...

I did my best.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

I wanted to ask you
a question about Dad.

Oh, honey, you know I don't
like to dwell on my past.

See, that's not fair,
'cause it's our past.

Mm-mmm. Mm.

I just want to know
how you made it through.

Vicodin.

And Sally Jessy Raphael.

Mom.

Oh, how the hell do I know, honey?

That son of a bitch
sure didn't make it easy on us.

He took everything from us, kid.

Including the person I was.

But because of you...

...I got her back.

And I told myself I would
never, ever lose her again.

Is the life I've made for myself, uh...

since then, I don't know, perfect?

No.

But it's mine.

- I'll drink to that.
- You bet.

- Yeah.
- Hello!

- Mm.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Where were you guys?

At the mall with Tay,

my friend from Calculus.

Kensi picked us up.

Yeah.
Um, and, actually, on the way home,

we were talking about maybe
doing a little road trip

to San Francisco.

It's another place
I've always wanted to visit.

I mean, that's an amazing idea.

You say the word, I pack the truck.

Oh, Marty.

You're never gonna fit
the four of us in a truck.

Sorry, what?

But the good news is

I know a throuple up in Barstow

that'll rent us an RV super cheap.

Okay. Yeah.

That's the good news?

- Yeah, man.
- That you know a throuple?

They have a...

Well, I'm not a part of it.

Mom, I swear to God.

- Kensi?
- I'm not.

I'm just very good
friends with those ladies.

Mom!

Hey!

Sorry I'm late.

I'll change quickly.

And then we can go to dinner.

Callen, what's going on?

I've decided to change course.

What's in the bag?

Bagels.

As requested.

Okay, I'm confused

and now very hungry.

Well, then I will make this quick.

Mm-hmm?

I love you.

And I would marry you tomorrow.

But if we are going to have a wedding...

we have to do it the right way.

And we need to be surrounded by...

everyone that means everything to us.

Our friends. And Arkady.

And Hetty.

You could have told me that sooner.

And I should've. I...

I've just already made so many
excuses to push off our future.

I-I didn't...

I didn't want to make her one more.

Sounds like she is one now.

Yeah.

No, you're, uh...

you're right. I...

Look,

as much as I want to fight it...

...Hetty's a huge part of my life.

She has been there from the beginning.

I thought I could turn and just...

we could move on with our lives, but...

I can't do it.

Callen, why,

after all she's done, all the lies,

why do you still care?

Because I believe
there's more to the story.

And I need her to tell it.

I need to give her
one more chance to tell it,

from start to finish. No more...

secrets. No more lies. I...

If I don't do this,

there will always be
another person in the room.

I am not asking for a lot of time.

Too bad.

'Cause I'm giving it to you.

Callen,

I want to marry you.

And nothing you can say or do
is going to change that.

Anna,

I promise you...

No.

The only thing I want you to promise

is that you'll keep
being honest with me.

Even when it's hard.

Especially when it's hard.

I will.

Good.