14x16 - Sleeping Dogs

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♪ ♪

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

(BARKING)

Hey, hey! (GROANS)

Rebel, come on.

Rebel.

Rebel?

(RUSTLING)

- Reb... (SIGHS)
- (WHINES)

Thanks. It's not really what I had
in mind, for breakfast this morning.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

- (BARKING)
- No!

Rebel.

Rebel, no.

(g*nsh*t)

(BARKING)

♪ ♪


So, we see this guy from
across the parking lot.

And there's not a lot of
cover for an approach

and we know he's gonna rabbit.

They always do.

Even though we're still

a football field away...

Okay, it wasn't that far.

Tree yells out, "Federal agents!"

And guess what happens.

The guy rabbits.

And Tree goes after him.

At least I caught the guy.

Yeah, after, like, a ten-minute chase.

Okay, and that is not the point.

She's right. You're always trying

to show off how fast you are.

- Whose side are you on?
- No, remember how

you would conveniently forget
to pack my school lunch?

And I'd be on the bus
laughing with my friends,

then suddenly there he is
running alongside,

- banging on the door like Keanu Reeves.
- FATIMA: No.

It was embarrassing.

Okay, first of all, I wasn't
the one who forgot the lunch

in the first place, that was you.

All right. I'll give you that.

But there was a reason.

Sardine sandwiches?

- Yuck.
- Avocado

and sprouts? I was 14.

I didn't want to eat that.

I don't want to eat that now.

Uh, okay, first of all,
that's brain food.

All right? And it worked.
Look at you now.

Future doctor right here.
Aced her MCATs.

Yeah, yeah.

But, uh, I can feed myself
from now on, okay?

(LAUGHING)

So, Summer, you have any, uh,

stories about Treefontaine?

I don't know, I-I've given
him a hard enough time

these last few weeks.

I should probably give him a break.

Aw, that is so sweet. Yeah.

What happened?

Okay, so we're walking on the beach,

and he's still trying to win me back,

- but I'm not making it easy...
- (PHONE VIBRATES)

Sorry, I'm gonna have
to finish this one later.

Devin's been saved by the bell.

- Ooh.
- Thank you, FBI.

And I got to get to class.

- Okay.
- All right.

- See you tonight?
- Yeah, definitely.

All right.

Later, bro.

Keep feeding that brain. Yep.

(LAUGHS)

You were enjoying that.

Hey, this breakfast was your idea.

Yeah.

Remind me not to have any more of those.

(LAUGHS)

SHYLA: After that, there
is nothing until 1400.

SECNAV has requested
all operation managers

attend virtual AUKUS
briefing with our British

and Aussie counterparts.

They'll be going over evolving

security concerns around the deal.

I can attend if you'd rather not.

Oh, as a reminder, Agent Blye

and Investigator Deeks
are out for the day

visiting Rosa's aunt.

She's still recovering from her stroke.

In other news, uh, SIPRnet is down today

for scheduled maintenance. So you have

Agent Castor's performance evaluation

coming up this week. And

a radioactive quartet
of pubescent turtles

has just foiled an armed robbery
at Santa Monica Pier.

Your flight to San Fran
is just before 2100.

I'll have a car pick you up at 1900.

Make it 1930.

I hate waiting at the airport.

It's spring break, Admiral.

You'll be cutting it close.

I'll be fine.

I just don't want you to miss
the chance to see your son.

All right, all right, 1900.

But if I am stuck waiting
with a posse of frat boys,

you will never hear the end of it.

And I wouldn't want
to hear the end of it.

That sounds like a great story.

You are dismissed.

Oh, and Dahr,

put out a BOLO on those turtles

and their giant rat leader.
We can't have

mutant vigilantes
running around the city.

Right away, sir.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Morning.
- Morning.

What's this?

That is what Anna...

we would like you to wear
to the wedding.

- You're choosing what I wear?
- It's part of

her whole color palette she's going for.

That we are going for.

And everyone's wearing this?

Just you.

Just me?

Obviously.

Is this your way of asking
me to be your best man?

I didn't think that
I actually had to ask.

I mean, uh,

was there ever any question?

I mean, you've been spending a
lot of time with Castor lately.

No, I haven't.

That's not what he says.

(LAUGHS)

We had drinks once.

He was feeling down because
Miraslava had knocked him out.

He needed a little cheering up.

He said you went to dinner, too.

Bar food.

I don't know. I mean,
this guy worships you, he's...

I think he'll be heartbroken.

- He even dresses like you.
- No, he does not.

Hey, Callen. Sam.

Hey.

Looking good, Castor.

Thanks, man.

Fine. You want me to ask you,
I'll ask you.

Will you be my best man?

Of course. Was there ever any question?

But I'm gonna have to check
with Anna, though. I got to

talk to her about this color palette.

Yeah, I agree.
Otherwise you're gonna end up

looking like The Incredible Hulk.

Hey, guys.

Shyla, you got a case?

Actually, I was hoping
you could tell me.

We just received
an urgent message over JWICS.

It contains two files.

The first is a driver's license

for John Jenkins,
the CEO for a software startup.

The second is an ID for
FBI analyst Patrick Hertel.

JWICS is only used to share
top-secret information.

What's so urgent about these guys?

Well, for one thing, they were both

found m*rder*d in L.A. this morning.

A neighbor in Van Nuys heard
a g*nsh*t around 6:30 a.m.

LAPD found Hertel's body
in his backyard.

Half an hour later,
Jenkins was found sh*t

at a business park.

Any other connection between them?

None that I can see. And, technically,

neither of their murders
fall under our jurisdiction.

I'm really not sure what to do.

What are those numbers there?

Eight, 11, 22.

Could be a date. August 11th, 2022.

JWICS packets have markers in them.

It should tell us who sent this.

I know, that's where
it gets even stranger.

The source is a SCIF on the
border of Turkey, and Syria,

uh, in the town of Al-Rai.

You know it?

That was her last known location.

Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense.

Who else would send
a cryptic message like this?

Wait, are you talking about who
I think you're talking about?

Hetty.

She wouldn't have used JWICS
if it wasn't important.

If it were important,
she'd have sent us more

than two names and
a random set of numbers.

Now, this reads less like,
uh, an urgent message

and more like a top-secret butt dial.

It is cryptic. Even for Hetty.

If it's even from her.

Now, the Marine detachment in the area

said that the SCIF
this packet was sent from

was shut down months ago.

Maybe she sent it from somewhere
else, altered the logs.

Then why not just sign her name to it?

JWICS is secure.

Unless it's not.

Look, if Hetty thought the DoD's

top-secret network was compromised,

it would explain why she gave us
so little to go on.

More likely she just enjoys
being a pain in the ass.

I think it's worth looking
into these two victims,

see if there's anything there.

Well, though I do not approve

of Henrietta's incessant
backseat driving,

I suppose I do owe her thanks
for help in the, uh,

Simon Williams debacle.

Find out what you can.

Thanks, Admiral.

But Agent Callen,

you stay in your lane.

Do not interfere with
the official investigations.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

So, do we play
the national security card?

I don't know. That feels
a little dishonest.

Well, it came from JWICS.
It's not exactly a lie.

It's not exactly the truth, either.

Got to tell them something
to get on scene.

Or you could just make a run for it,

leap over the tape.
I bet you'd look awesome.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Oh.

I don't think we're gonna
need a cover story at all.

Gonna charm my way into this one.

Summer.

Yeah. One sec. Sure.

Devin. What are you doing here?

We have a case that may be
connected to your m*rder.

- Really?
- Yeah, his name is John Jenkins.

He was k*lled around
the same time as Patrick Hertel.

ROUNTREE: Yeah, Sam and
Callen are working that scene now.

What's Jenkins' connection with Hertel?

- They're still investigating.
- Yeah.

Well, why do you think
the cases are related?

Um, that's a matter of, uh,
national security.

Can you be more specific?

I'm sorry, it's just...

there are sensitive methods

and sources involved.

We'll disclose them to you
as soon as we can,

but right now we can't.

Then I can't let you onto my scene.

Hertel is one of us. This is our case.

Until you can provide
me with some evidence

that connects your vic with ours,

I can't help you.

- Summer, wait.
- I'm sorry.

Get me something. Anything.

Well played, Prince Charming.

I... (SIGHS)

LAPD doesn't have any eyewitnesses.

None of the businesses were
open at the time of the m*rder.

Cameras?

All offline due to routine maintenance.

Well, could be a coincidence.

Yeah, speaking of, uh, coincidences.

Spoke to Fatima.

Turns out that, uh,
Rountree's girlfriend's

calling the sh*ts at their scene.

Oh, isn't that a lucky break?

Well, you would think, but apparently

Rountree's not the smooth-talker
we assumed him to be.

- What do you think here?
- It's a robbery.

No wallet, no keys, no phone.

No brass, either.

So, either the k*ller used a revolver

or they collected it.

Well, I may have found
half of his phone.

Actually, the dog found it. LAPD

said he had it in his mouth
when they got here.

Reminds me...

(LINE RINGING)

Shyla.

You find any link between
Jenkins and Hertel yet?

Nothing. Not even
a Kevin Bacon connection.

What about 8/11/22?
Maybe they crossed paths that day?

I'm still checking.
But here's what I do know:

Jenkins' startup has
one employee: Jenkins.

And it hasn't created a product
in five years.

Fake it till you make it. That's
the tech sector's motto, right?

Yeah, but this is going
pretty heavy on the fake.

Except for the money coming in.
That is definitely real.

CALLEN: So you think it's a front?
You think they're laundering it?

Starting to smell that way.

Do we have any way to get
in touch with his family?

Nope. He's an orphan and his
adoptive parents d*ed years ago.

CALLEN: All right. Thanks, Shyla.

All right, so Jenkins tries to call 911.

The k*ller takes his
phone and breaks it?

Unless Jenkins destroyed it himself.

Based on what Shyla just told us,

he clearly has some things to hide.

Well...

the dog found this half,
maybe he'll find the other.

(WHIMPERING)

Yeah, no luck so far.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

FATIMA: Okay...

- That's interesting.
- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(SIGHS)

Summer.

FATIMA: Okay, keep me updated. Thanks.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Agent Morehurst.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Will you stop yelling at me

from the police tape? It's embarrassing.

Sorry. Who are those two people?

Uh, Patrick Hertel's parents,

so try to be more respectful.

Oh.

Was he adopted?

I mean, they don't
look anything like him.

Yes, his biological parents were k*lled

when he was just a child.

Wait, so he was an orphan?

Yes. And I really need to get back.

And you two really need to go
before I make you go.

Wait, I just talked to Ops.

Our victim, John Jenkins...
he was an orphan, too.

Okay.

Boom. There's your evidence.

Circumstantial.

Summer, they both were k*lled
within an hour of each other

and they're both orphans.

Both sh*t in the back of the head

to make it to look like a robbery.

How'd you know that?

I didn't. It's just what
happened to our victim.

I figured it's what happened to yours.

- Come on.
- Yes.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SAM: Still haven't set a date, huh?

Nope. Anna's giving me time
to look for Hetty.

Well, maybe this message
is the thing that leads to her.

Eh, I don't think so.

I think Kilbride's right.

If she wanted us to know more,
she would have told us more.

If she wanted to be found,

she would have told us where
to find her. But she doesn't.

You know, at a certain point,

I can't make Anna wait any longer.

At a certain point,
I don't want to wait any longer.

I want to marry her.

I can't wait to make my best man speech.

I have a lot to say.

(CHUCKLES) A lot of wisdom to impart.

I'm pretty sure
I've heard it all at this point.

Not to you. For Anna.

Want to make sure she's really clear

about what she's getting herself into.

Maybe I do want to talk to Castor.

- (REBEL BARKING)
- Okay.

Good boy.

Any progress on our mystery, Dahr?

Well, we found a connection.

And it's not from August 11th, 2022.

It's from the 1980s.

Seems that both Jenkins
and Hertel were orphans

who went through the
Los Angeles foster care system.

Other than that,
they're both in their 40s,

they're both single, and they both

worked for the federal government.

What did Jenkins do for the government?

NSA Analyst.

I only just learned it
from my colleagues back in DC.

This guy doesn't show up
in the employee database,

not even the SAR database.

I was just about
to inform Callen and Sam.

No, hold off. I need you
to pull some files first.

MOREHURST: It looks like
he was watering his plants

when his k*ller snuck up behind
him and fired one sh*t into his head.

(SIGHS)

Any cartridges?

None.

Same as Jenkins' scene.

We just word that they
recovered his cell phone.

When you find out what's on it...

We'll share it.

Thanks.

I'm sorry I stonewalled you.

Don't be. We probably
would have done the same thing.

I just don't understand
how these cases are connected.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Hey, Shyla.

Does Hertel have a birthmark
on his lower back?

Uh, let me check.

Uh, we need to take
a look at his lower back.

Could you lift his shirt for us?

Yeah, he does.

What does that mean?

Call Callen.

- Good boy. Thanks again.
- (PHONE VIBRATES)

Sure thing. Thank you. Shyla.

Yeah, we're coming back
with Jenkins' cell phone.

It's broken in half, but
I think it's still salvageable.

KILBRIDE: It's not a date, Agent Callen.

Admiral?

Eight, 11, 22. It's not a date.

Those are people.

What do you mean, people?

Jenkins and Hertel

are subjects eight and 22

from the Drona Project.

Your alma mater, Agent Callen.

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

(WHIMPERS)

Finish the job.

Dahr. I just got off the phone

with the deputy director of the FBI.

We are now working this case
jointly with Agent Morehurst.

I'll share everything we have with them.

Maybe leave Henrietta's
involvement out for the moment.

It is just speculation.

Subjects eight,
and 22 have been accounted for.

Were you able to ID subject 11?

That would be Leah Novak.

Former DHS employee

now freelances
as a ransomware negotiator.

How were you able to ID her so quickly?

I didn't. Callen found her last year.

He's attempting to make contact
as we speak.

(LINE RINGING)

Come on, come on. Pick up.

- LEAH: Hello?
- Leah, it's Callen.

I thought I made it clear I didn't
want to talk to you anymore.

Just listen to me.

Your life is in danger.

Boy, you don't know when
to stop lying, do you?

This is Special Agent Sam Hanna.

He's not lying.

Two people are already dead.

Both of them from Drona.

Leah, where are you?

I don't know what you're playing at,

Callen, but stay away from me.

- If you call again, I will...
- (DOOR CLOSES)

(WHISPERING): Go, go.

CALLEN: Leah?

Leah?

(g*nshots)

Leah? Leah!

(g*nf*re CONTINUING)

Leah.

Shyla, can you trace her cell?

The line's still open.

- Just a moment.
- CALLEN: Leah, are you there?

- Shyla, did you get it?
- Yeah, Mid City parking garage.

You're just a few minutes away.

Over here.

Think she's alive.

Shyla, call an ambulance.

It's already on its way.

She's alive.

- (GASPS)
- It's okay.

It's okay. It's Callen.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Fourteen...

Wh...

Leah.

Hey, how's Leah?

She's in serious condition
and undergoing surgery.

Protection detail?

Agent Castor's watching her.

What about Callen?

Shouldn't he have protection detail?

I mean, clearly someone's
targeting Drona subjects.

Yeah, but if Callen
was actually in danger,

I mean, Hetty would have said
that in her message to him.

- Right?
- KILBRIDE: Do not attempt

to divine Henrietta's intentions.

That way lies madness.

I do have something else for you.

Another Drona subject may be in danger.

Number 14. Find out who that is.

And Dahr, cancel my flight this evening.

I think I'll be needed here.

I'll send the file to the gadget room.

Why the gadget room?

Callen and Sam retrieved
Jenkins' broken phone.

It's possible that he disposed
of it before he was k*lled.

Finding out why could help.

You got it.

SAM: By my count,
there were three sh**t.

Leah hit two of them.

Which is explains why they probably

left their brass there this time.

They needed to retreat.

She had a go bag in her car.

Water, MREs, burners, sat phone.

She knew she was in danger.

Maybe Jenkins did, too.

That's why he tossed his phone.

Well, it would explain
all the cash she had on her.

Must have stashed it
in case of an emergency.

That's what I'd do.

Yeah, and you might want
to rethink your methods.

Stopping for the cash
almost got her k*lled.

He'll be coming for me next.

Who?

Pembrook.

So, what can I help you with today?

Has to be him.

After I found him last year,

he's wiping clear any trace of Drona,
covering his tracks.

That doesn't explain why Leah
knew she was in trouble.

You said she didn't remember Pembrook.

So she says.

She clearly knows a lot more
than she's letting on.

I need to find Pembrook.

ROUNTREE: Don't worry.

We'll make our dinner.

And if we don't make
dinner, I'll make dinner.

(CHUCKLES)

No, no. (SCOFFS)

Sardine sandwiches?

Those are strictly for Jordyn.

Oh, whatever, I'm a great brother.

Hey, we're in.

Hey, Summer, we're in Jenkins' phone.

I'll call you back.

Okay. Bye.

Okay, not a lot on here.

There is a recent text
from an unlisted number.

Says "Dhrishtadyumna."

Okay, I'll take your word for it.

- What is that?
- Who is that.

A Hindu warrior from the Mahabharata

who beheaded Drona.

(SCOFFS) Wow, yeah,
I'd say that's code word

for "you're in trouble."

Looks like Jenkins had a few
other numbers in here.

One is for Leah, another for Hertel,

another one for someone
named Anthony Beltran.

Let's see, it looks like
he's a history professor

and a former Army Ranger.

Check out his birthdate.

It's the same as subject 14.

I'll send his address to Sam and Callen.

Anthony Beltran?

- Hey, stop.
- Go, go.

- I'll cut him off.
- We're federal agents!

Anthony, stop! We're here to help!

Anthony, we're not here to hurt you.

Leah sent us.

She's alive?

She's safe.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Put the g*n down.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Put your w*apon down.

Who are you?

NCIS Special Agent Grisha Callen.

I'm subject 17.

You're safe.

SAM: Burners, cash, MREs.

It's a go bag. Just like Leah's.

Except it doesn't have a cell phone.

He said he got the same
message as Jenkins.

Dhrishtadyumna.

Yeah, that one.

Why were all the Drona subjects
in contact with each another?

Who warned them?

Could be the same person
that tipped us off.

Never makes anything easy, does she?

That's how she creates
effective operatives.

Okay, well, we're not
in training anymore.

People are dying.

I'm just saying Hetty
usually has a reason

for the way she does things.

Hey, good news.

With help from Agent Morehurst,

we were able to identify a vehicle

from all three crime scenes

and use Kaleidoscope to backtrack it

- to a building downtown.
- All right, good work.

Tell Fatima and Rountree
I'll meet them there.

And tell them to tac up.

- You got it.
- You don't want me with you?

Of course. But we need some answers.

And that guy in there? He's got them.

(DOOR OPENS)

Have a seat.

I'm good.

Where were you between 6:00
and 7:00 a.m. this morning?

(SCOFFS) Home.

Anyone that can vouch for you?

I live alone.

This text you said you received...

who'd it come from?

I don't know.

I was busy all morning
with a lesson plan

so I didn't see it
till a couple hours ago.

But I knew what it meant right away.

I teach ancient history,
I've read the Mahabharata.

I called Leah, she told me
about John and Patrick.

Put my phone down the garbage disposal,

grabbed my bag, that's when
you drove up on me.

I thought you were his guys,
working for him.

Who?

Who do you think?

Howard Pembrook.

You remember Pembrook?

(CHUCKLES)

How could I forget?

That guy left scars.

Some you can see.

And some you can't.

And why is he targeting you?

Because we finally decided
to do something about him.

We were sharing information, stories,

planning how we could build
a legal case against him.

Get justice for what he did to us.

It was Leah's idea.
She brought us all together.

- When was this?
- A year ago.

After you talked to her about him.

She told us about you,

but I didn't know what you looked like.

And-and we didn't include you because...

...well, you lied to her.

We kept what we were doing quiet.

At least we thought we did.

Somehow Pembrook found out

and now he's trying to silence us.

Is Leah okay?

She was sh*t multiple times.

Could I see her?

It's too dangerous. Please.

Please, Agent Callen.

Leah and me...

...we became very close.

Summer and her team are 30 minutes out.

Are we waiting for them?

According to Shyla, the sh**t'
vehicle hasn't returned yet.

So, now may be our best chance

- to scope it out.
- I agree.

But that doesn't mean this place
is empty, so be on the alert.

On three.

One, two...

♪ ♪

- Clear.
- Clear.

All right, let's get
as much intel as we can

and secure this place
until the FBI arrives.

All right, I'll try
to access the server.

Looks like it's password protected.

Can you cr*ck it?

With a little help from Shyla.

ROUNTREE: Yo, Sam.

Check this out.

CALLEN: That was taken
in Pembrook's garden.

After I confirmed
who he was, I went back

to confront him, but he'd
already cleared out.

So this building your team found...

Pembrook's been working out of there?

It looks like it.

But he hasn't been working alone.

This all started with you.

After you found him,
he knew his cover was blown.

He figured his subjects
would be coming for him.

So he started to track them down

to eliminate the thr*at.

But then why didn't he come for me?

I found him. I was the primary thr*at.

We were the ones who were trying
to build a case against him.

Maybe he saw that as a greater thr*at.

Hey. Doctor says you can
go in and see her now.

Oh...

I know it looks bad,
but the doctors are optimistic.

Pembrook needs to pay.

All right, I'm in. Thanks, Shyla.

- SHYLA: Anytime.
- FATIMA: All right, once I connect

the transmitter, I'll be able
to upload to Ops.

Copy that.

- Whoa.
- SAM: What is it?

Looks like these files were open
from the previous session.

They look like black ops missions.

Look, this one's for Crimea,

another for Somalia, one for Brazil.

So Pembrook's not just a gardener.

He's still in the game.

(TYPING)

And his latest mission: taking them out.

There's an audio file.

LEAH: I see the target. Not clear.

Eight, I need a visual
on the northwest corner.

JENKINS: Copy that, 11. Not clear.

LEAH: Command, what should we do?

That's Leah talking to Jenkins.

They're using their Drona numbers.

Yeah, it sounds like
they're on a mission.

LEAH: Copy that, Command.

We are go. 14, you have control.

BELTRAN:
Copy that, 11. Target is marked.

In three, two, one, execute.

(g*nsh*t)

Fourteen.

These Drona subjects aren't
being targeted by Pembrook.

They're working for Pembrook.

Beltran's been lying.

Shyla, put me through to Callen.

(STATIC)

Shyla.

Cell service is out, too.

Signal jammers.

- Take cover!
- (g*nf*re)

Come to me! come to me!

Come to me, come to me!

(g*nf*re CONTINUING)

We just got to hold them off

until Summer and her team gets here.

Yeah, but when they do, they
might be walking into an ambush.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Go ahead, Shyla.

I lost comms with the team.

Something's jamming the signal.

How far away is the FBI?

I don't know. I can't reach them either.

- All right, I'm on my way.
- Trouble?

Yeah. Castor will take you
back to the boatshed.

I'd like to stay with Leah.

This is still an active thr*at.

I can help protect her.

It's not safe for you.

I am not worried about myself.

No...

No, you're not.

What?

We received a message this morning.

It listed the three subjects
that were targets.

Eight, 11 and 22.

Who sent the message?

We think the same person
that warned all of you.

But if they warned you,

why wasn't your number on our list?

Unless you were never warned.

I got an idea.

I thought you said you weren't
gonna have any more of those.

ROUNTREE: I'll make a break for it,

draw their fire away from you guys.

Oh, so you mean you're gonna run?

Look, I'm not gonna show off.

I'm just gonna create a diversion.

Tree, there's nowhere to go.

You'll get yourself k*lled.

Nobody's getting k*lled.

(g*nf*re CONTINUING)

Tree.

Step away from her.

Callen, this is crazy.

I told you, I got a text.

Dhrishtadyumna.

The warrior who beheaded Drona.

Except he was also

a student of Drona.

A subject.

When Leah said 14,

she wasn't telling me
you were in trouble.

She was telling me
who tried to k*ll her.

(SHORT CHUCKLE)

Pembrook said you were good.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Castor, take him into custody.

(g*n COCKS)

I'm good, too.

Go, go, go!

(GRUNTING)

MOREHURST: FBI! We're coming in.

ROUNTREE: Summer!

You good?

- Yeah, we're good.
- Okay.

- Clear the weapons.
- Copy that.

It's good to see you.

FATIMA: I recognize him.

He's in Pembrook's files.

He's a Drona subject.

All right, we should have signal now.

Shyla, put me through to Callen.

Agent Castor is fine.

He's just taking a nap.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

I don't k*ll people
who don't deserve it.

But you'll m*rder Leah
when she's laying in a bed?

You're right.

She's no longer a thr*at,

but I had to make sure.

Why are you doing this?

I know it may not feel like it,
but you and I

are on the same side.

WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING:

to k*ll Pembrook.

To cut the head off of Drona.

He is still a monster, 17.

I'm just trying to do what's right.

It's just a sedative.

I can't have you following us.

(GRUNTING)

Out of the way.

Beltran!

Stop!

(SLAMMING)

BELTRAN: He is still a monster, 17.

Stop...

PEMBROOK: Don't cry.

Crying causes pain...

...Seventeen.

Need some help here!

♪ ♪

SHYLA: The good news is

Agents Callen and Castor are okay.

Doctors checked them out,
and it was just a sedative.

- Good, good.
- Bad news is

Beltran and another
Drona subject got away.

But we're working with
the FBI to track them.

Thank you, Dahr.

Oh, uh, your ride to the airport

just pulled up outside.

I thought I told you
to cancel that flight.

Did you? Oh, I-I don't remember.

You remember everything.
That's why I hired you.

Do you still want me to cancel it?

Bear in mind, it is nonrefundable,

and I know how much
you hate wasting money,

not to mention missing
an opportunity to see your son

- after all these years...
- All right, all right, I'm leaving.

(SIGHS)

Remind me to fire you when I get back.

- It's in the lockbox.
- Mm.

Have a nice flight, sir.

Say hi to the frat boys.

(MOCKING CHUCKLE)

(SIGHS)

All right, vests are done.

Just the g*ns and we're out of here.

So what happened on the beach?

The beach?

You know, the story that Summer

didn't get a chance to finish.

She said you were walking
on the beach and...

Ugh, really?

- Come on.
- Look, either you can tell it

or she can tell it, okay?

Who do you want to control
the narrative?

Okay, okay. One day, we're just
walking on the beach,

and the wind kicks up like crazy.

Sends Summer's hat flying like a b*llet.

I take off after it,
I'm chasing this hat,

and while I'm chasing it,

I kinda sorta maybe

destroyed this kid's sandcastle.

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah, but I got the hat back.

And I spent the next hour

helping the kid rebuild his sandcastle.

- Wow.
- (CHUCKLES)

You must really like Summer.

More than anything.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I do.

More than Olaf.

Ex-boyfriend?

What? No. Olaf, the...

Wait, y...

Never mind.

Oh, sh**t, I'm gonna be late for dinner.

- Go. Go, go. I'll finish up.
- You sure?

Tree. Run.

All right, see you tomorrow.

SAM: You want to talk about it?

(SIGHS) I had him, Sam.

I had him, and then...

Worst part is, I think...

I wanted him to get away.

Think part of me wanted him
to k*ll Pembrook and...

now, if he does, if he kills
anyone, that's all on me.

Well, I guess we better find 'em first.

Beltran and Pembrook.

I just wanted to be done with this.

I just wanted to put this
behind me and move on.

The universe had other plans.

(SCOFFS) Hetty had other plans.

I still don't know how
she knew those subjects

were being targeted.

Add it to the list.

(SHORT CHUCKLE)

How's Castor doing?

He's a little down again.

I told him I'd meet him for a drink.

It's his second time getting
disarmed in three months.

Well, it wasn't exactly his fault.

Sure. Just don't trust him
with the wedding ring.

Okay, now that's just mean.

You know I'm right.

W... E-Easy, best man.

You already got the job.

Oh, okay, okay.

(LAUGHING)

Mm-hmm.

(EXHALES)

Hmm.