13x07 - Lost Soldier Down

[bunniefuu]

[COUGHING]

Is anybody down here?

[ALARM BLARING]

MAN: Class three fire in the hangar bay.

All hands aft of frame ,
muster on the flight deck.

MAN: Help me!

Hello?

[SCREAMING]

[PANTING]

Please! Let me out!

I'm still in here! Please!

Just because she doesn't work there

doesn't mean she moved
out of the area, okay?

Let me know as soon as you locate her.

Anything I need to know about?

No, just telemarketers.

I told you registering on the no
call list was a waste of time.

Yeah, you also told me
that The Fast and the Furious

was a great movie,

which, by the way, is debatable.

And yet, nine movies in, I am addicted.

Addicted to speed.

DEEKS: Yeah, no, no, no. Of course.

I won't-I won't change anything

until you get back. Yes.

The cornhole will be
exactly where you left it.

Okay, I love you. Be safe.

Kensi?

How's Mexico?

Well, she hasn't said much,

which is usually

- a bad sign.
- I wouldn't worry about it.

She's got a good team around her.

Yeah, right, I'm just gonna
keep telling myself that.

In the meantime, I'm using
this time away to surprise her

by redoing the backyard and
turning it into a Zen garden.

What?

What? Who doesn't love a Zen garden?

SAM: It sounded like she doesn't want

anything done to her yard.

But she doesn't know
what she's thinking. This is

one of those things
where she's gonna show up

and she's gonna be like,
"Oh, my God, I did not know

"that I would love this,
but now that I see it,

I can't live without it." Boom!

Boom is gonna be her hitting you
in the head with a sand rake.

Come on, let's head up.

- Trust us, it's a mistake.
- DEEKS: But, no, guys,

It's not the whole backyard,
it's just...

- Don't do it.
- Don't do it.

Damn it.

What do we have?

Naval Intelligence Specialist
Petty Officer First Class

Adrian Vargas jumped from the balcony

of a high-rise short-term rental
in Culver City yesterday.

Officer Vargas took
a mental health leave

about a month ago
from the USS Allegiance.

Wait, he took his own life?

Maybe, maybe not.

A neighbor said she saw him
run out onto the balcony

in a panic before he fell.

Any signs of foul play?

Looks like there
might have been a struggle.

Neighbors reported loud noises,

and they heard him shouting at someone.

The toxicology report came
back with elevated levels

of lysergic acid diethylamide,

Aka: LSD.

Wow. Looks like he took
enough yellow sunshine

to float a whole damn boat.

What? Crystal tea?

Golden dragon?

Square-dancing tickets?

When I was a detective,

I worked undercover at Burning Man.

CALLEN: Undercover.

Sure.

Yeah, that's totally believable.

Well, that drum circle
ain't taking down itself.

CALLEN: Wasn't there a drug
bust a little while ago

involving LSD on the USS Allegiance?

Now you're connecting
the dots, Agent Callen.

Due to the late petty officer's
advanced security clearances,

and his having worked in the shipboard

signals exploitation space,

the director of Naval
Intelligence has requested

that our team take
the lead in this case.

Agent Namazi.

Intelligence Specialist

Jason Renfro was the
sailor that was arrested

for using and distributing the
LSD on the USS Allegiance.

KILBRIDE: Renfro and
our dead petty officer

worked together in
operational intelligence.

Now, he has admitted to taking the LSD,

but denies having
brought dr*gs onto the ship,

and he's never given up his supplier.

SAM: Drug use amongst
intelligence personnel

could be a thr*at to national security.

And that is why this case
is of the utmost importance.

The ONI, and SECNAV, I might add,

need us to determine
if Renfro is telling the truth,

and if so, who is supplying the ship.

Renfro is on his way up
from the Miramarbrig

to the boatshed.

Deeks, you and Rountree,

get over to the late
petty officer's apartment,

see if we can connect him to Renfro.

Copy that.

And before you go,
I would like to impress upon you

the need for discretion in this case.

A sailor overdosed and d*ed from dr*gs

he may have bought on a Naval ship.

It's not a real good look
for the Navy. We get that.

No, I don't think you do get it,
Agent Callen.

I don't think anyone in this room

understands the word "discreet."

So let me be clear.

Don't blow anything up.

Ooh, sorry I'm late.

Was dealing with something
with my little sister.

Oh, no, you're fine.
You're actually, uh,

meeting Deeks at Vargas' apartment.

Okay, going back down.

Is everything okay with your sister?

Oh, yeah, everything's
cool, just, you know,

brother-sister stuff.

Well, I've never had a sibling,
so can't help you there,

but I am a single woman living
in L.A., just like your sister,

so I might have some insight
into how she thinks.

But I fully understand if
you don't want to talk about it.

Okay. So, every week,
Jordyn and I, we grab dinner,

we catch up, but once a month,
we have Theme Park Sunday.

- Mm.
- It's our thing, it's special.

We go to Universal Studios,
Pacific Park, Six Flags...

Wait, you go to a theme park
every month?

We have season passes.
Anyway, she cancelled.

Well, I'm sure she had a good reason.

You know, maybe, like, a major
exam she had to study for?

[SCOFFS]

Or not.

I went by to see her last night,

just to make sure everything was cool.

And?

Not cool.

I saw her, she didn't see me,

and neither did the guy she was with,

and she spent the night at his house.

Wait, what?

I know, right?

No. Wrong.

You were spying on her sister?

[LAUGHS] No, not spying.

I just wanted to make
sure everything was cool.

Well, it seems like
she was more than cool.

- [SIGHS]
- Well, she's an adult.

Okay? You cannot be surveilling
your sister's life.

Look, I just wanted to make sure

that she got out
of the guy's house safely.

Please don't tell me that you
busted her on her walk of shame?

Okay.

It... No.

And I-I'm not talking
about this anymore.

I'm just gonna talk to her
later and it'll be... You know what? No.

This is a whole world of wrong, okay?

If she wants you to know,

and this guy is special,
then she'll let you know.

It's time for you start
treating your sister

like the grown woman she is.

Okay, Uncle Creepy?

[EXHALES]

[SIGHS]

CALLEN: Uh, su1c1de, drug abuse.

So many in our m*llitary are struggling.

Vargas is just one
of a wave of tragedies.

I'm actually kind of pissed

we're not investigating his death.

Well, there's nothing
we can do about that.

What we can do is stop
the supply of dr*gs

going on board that carrier
before someone else gets hurt.

USS Allegianceis one of the
most powerful warships in the world.

You add sailors on LSD,

you got a recipe for disaster.

Mm, not to mention a direct
thr*at to our national security.

If Kilbride is right about one thing,

I do not give a damn
about being discreet.

"The better part of valor
is discretion."

Falstaff?

Henry IV?

Shakespeare.

Oh, this is, like, a little quiz?

I'm supposed to guess who said it?

You're k*lling me, Smalls.

That was from The Sandlot.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

Renfro and Vargas were bunkmates,

so he most likely
got the dr*gs from Renfro.

We need Renfro to talk.

[ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES]

DEEKS: Wait, market lights?

I'm going for a place of quiet serenity,

not a taco stand in Barstow.

[LAUGHS] You're not afraid

that Kensi's not gonna
let you live there anymore

after you replace her garden
with rakes and sand?

Her garden? You mean
her two dead tomato st*lks?

[LAUGHS] Listen,

I love that woman more than anything,

but her green thumb is more
of a, how do you say, a puce.

Ooh, that's cold.

Well, I'm never actually gonna
say that to her in person.

Yeah, I hope not.

See, you got a lot to
learn about marriage.

'Cause marriage, my friend,
is all about communication.

And in this case, I am
gonna communicate visually

what I am not able to verbally.

Can I be there when you show her?

Uh, just for marital instruction?

[DEEKS WHISTLES]

DEEKS: Wow, you think this
was a fight or a solo performance?

Well, the door was locked and chained

from the inside when LAPD arrived,

so unless somebody climbed out
over the balcony after him...

Well, LSD can cause feelings
of euphoria, synesthesia,

understanding your
place in the universe,

or it can cause extreme paranoia
and horrible hallucinations.

You talking from experience?

Well, I did work
undercover at Burning Man.

[LAUGHS] Yeah.

"Undercover." Right.

Why is that so hard
for people to believe?

Yeah, I'll be honest with you, man,

I've never done
an illicit drug in my life.

When I worked LAPD, a lot of those guys

were self-medicating
to deal with the job,

and I vowed

to handle my problems
in a very different way.

Mm, what, show tunes?

Well, never underestimate
the soothing sound

of Sondheim's intricate melodies.

I know it's saved me once or twice.

Check this out.

One of the highest-end laptops

on the gaming market you can buy.

Well, if you like
what's behind door number one,

then you are going to love
what's behind door number two.

- [EXHALES SHARPLY] Oculus Quest .
- Yeah.

Yo, Vargas must have been
a serious gamer.

Sam and Callen
are talking to Renfro now.

If he remained close with Vargas,

maybe we can find something
in his computer

that'll help them
convince Renfro to talk.

Special Agent Sam Hanna.
This is Agent Callen.

So, according to the charges
in your court-martial,

you are responsible for supplying

your fellow Intelligence
Petty Officers Lee,

Perry and Soraci with LSD.

We weren't trying to get high
or hallucinate.

We only microdosed.

I'm afraid I don't see the difference.

My first assignment
on the USS Allegiance

was a special project analyzing
the encrypted signals

of one of our adversaries.

The job requires a heightened ability

to disseminate information
at a rapid pace.

I needed help focusing.

And somebody recommended trying LSD.

Who recommended?

I don't remember.

It could have been anybody.

I'm not the first person
to score LSD on the ship.

During the Cold w*r, the U.S.
m*llitary actually sanctioned

experimentation of psychedelics.

They also tried to train bats
to drop napalm.

That didn't work out so well, either.

CALLEN: You and Petty Officer Vargas

were in intelligence together.

Did he microdose as well?

Vargas?

Not a chance.

He's one of the most
by-the-book sailors I know.

What does he have to do with this?

Adrian Vargas recently jumped
to his death while high on LSD.

SAM: Did you sell him the dr*gs?

Maybe you two had the same supplier?

No, I...

I never gave Adrian any dr*gs.

And I don't have a supplier.

dr*gs don't just fall out of the sky,

Petty Officer Renfro.

They had to come from somewhere.
Who gave them to you?

That's what I've been
trying to tell everyone.

I have no idea.

All healed up, Agent Namazi?

Uh...

Not exactly. I was just

taking the old leg out for a test run.

But my doctor still wants me

to stay out of the field
for another month or so.

Mm.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

Uh, excuse me, Admiral.
It's, um, Agent Rountree.

I'll check in later.

And, uh, Agent Namazi,

my door is always open.

That is, in case you want to talk.

Okay.

Okay.

[SIGHS] Hey, Rountree.

Perfect timing. I, uh, just
spoke with Sam and Callen,

and Renfro is sticking to his story.

ROUNTREE:
Well, I had a feeling he might.

I'm searching through Vargas'
computer right now,

and so far,
there's literally no evidence

that he had any contact with
Renfro after he left the ship.

Oh, my God.

This, my friend,

- is crazy.
- What is that?

That would be Deeks having
his first VR experience.

Hold on, where am I? Where are my feet?

Ow.

If Renfro's telling the truth,

Vargas might have bought
these dr*gs himself.

Well, LSD is a Class A narcotic,

and it's moving all over the dark web.

Uh, guys, what-what exactly

am I supposed to be looking for in here?

Look for anyone he might have
been playing with.

Uh, they would've been
be using gamertags.

Check for an Onion Router server.

Got it. Thanks.

Hey, did you, um,
hear back from your sister?

Nope, and I decided
I'm not gonna call her.

Like you said,
when she's ready to talk to me,

- she'll call me.
- Well, I-I meant

let her tell you about her boyfriend,

- but I mean, you should...
- Fatima, Fatima.

Look, I don't need any advice right now,

and if we find anything, I'll call you.

Okay, sure.

Thank you.

My God, that is sensory overload.

I'll be honest, I don't think
he was playing with anybody

or against anybody,
it's more of a loner thing.

Oh, look at this.

Self-Love Speak.

[SCOFFS] Don't mind if I do.

Wait.

Check this thing out.

Looks like a membership card
for the Magic Castle.

What do you got?

[SIGHS] So...

Vargas did not have a TOR
server on his computer.

That means he wasn't using the dark web

to communicate with his supplier.

Yeah, but he was in a
lot of these chat rooms

looking for cures for PTSD.

Oh, wait. Scroll back
down to the bottom.

Look at that.

That...

cannot be a coincidence.

"The Age of Aquarius

- is now"?
- Hmm.

Whoever this dude is,
he's obviously a fan of Hair.

Whose hair?

No, no, the-the musical Hair.

What's that?

What's that?

MAN: Hello?

[PANTING]

Are you cops?

No. We're NCIS.

Adrian's death wasn't a su1c1de.

And how do you know that?

Because I know who k*lled him.

How did you know Petty Officer Vargas?

I live on the third floor,

and Adrian and I started dating
about a week

after he moved in.

He was the sweetest man.

So, who k*lled him?

The United States Navy.

That's who.

The Navy?

T-They pushed him over the edge.

About a year ago, he almost d*ed

in a fire on a ship.

- Um, the USS...
- ROUNTREE: Comanche.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, other sailors

d*ed in that same fire.

And then they transferred him
over to the USS Allegiance,

even though he was struggling
with anxiety and depression.

I mean, he couldn't sleep,

he could barely get used to the small,

confined spaces below deck.

I mean, it took over a year

before anyone took his issues seriously.

Do you know if he was

getting help while he was on leave?

Yeah. He was seeing a therapist here.

ROUNTREE: A therapist, uh,

that wasn't in his file.

That's why we took a break recently.

I mean, he'd finally
been diagnosed with PTSD

and he wanted to take some time to...

get himself together.

When they found his body,
there was LSD in his system.

No, that-that's impossible.

- Why is that impossible?
- His father...

He struggled with dr*gs and alcohol.

Adrian never would have taken any dr*gs.

I mean, LSD in his system?

He didn't even drink.

I'm telling you, someone k*lled Adrian.

FATIMA: Renfro definitely isn't

the first sailor to get busted.

The USS Allegiancehas had
an ongoing problem with LSD use.

About five years ago,
eight sailors were charged

with possession of a multitude
of dr*gs, LSD included.

Did they ever figure out who
brought the dr*gs on board back then?

I spoke with NCIS Agent Afloat,

and apparently, they fell out of space.

The sailors have no idea
where the dr*gs came from.

Yeah, it's the same as Renfro.

He said he wasn't the first
person to score LSD on the ship.

There had to be a reason
why he thought the LSD was safe.

Anyone in Vargas' department
suspected of using?

Three sailors actually
admitted to using LSD,

but they voluntarily checked
themselves into a rehab

and a urinalysis screening program.

This won't surprise you,

but Officers Perry, Soraci and Lee

all gave the exact same story.

Your buddies all say you were
the one that bought the dr*gs

and pressured them into experimenting.

They wouldn't say that.

Perry just had a son, like me.

He knew how important it was
for me to get back to my kid.

Yeah? Well, Petty Officer Perry

also said he heard you bragging about

how much money you made
off the sale of the dr*gs.

CALLEN: If there's anything
you haven't told us,

now would be a pretty good time
to come clean.

When I got stationed
on the USS Allegiance,

the Intelligence Department
rolled out the welcome wagon.

You mean they hazed you.

It wasn't too bad.

More like pledging.

Were Petty Officers Lee,
Perry and Soraci involved?

They were in charge.

They handed out my duties each day.

Did any one of those duties
include buying LSD?

They didn't tell me to buy anything.

One evening, I found a note

on my rack telling me
where to pick up a package.

I thought it had something
to do with the pledging,

so I followed the assignment.

But when I brought the package
back to the berthing area,

no one knew what I was talking about.

There was a note inside,

explaining how much to take

and how the deliveries
would work if I wanted more.

You expect us to believe that story?

I know.

I know it seems crazy.

But I just thought
that was how it worked.

Whoever was selling dr*gs wanted
to keep their identity a secret.

So where were you picking
up these packages?

Different places.

Mess decks, the head.

How often did they arrive?

Every two weeks or so.

Once it came,
I passed the tablets around.

Everybody was looking for a way
to do their jobs better.

Once you realized

no one else in the crew
knew what was going on,

why did you keep picking up
the packages?

Because the microdosing worked.

I could see details and patterns

in the intel that I couldn't before.

Who paid for the LSD?

Once word got around
that I could get the dr*gs,

I would find money under my pillow.

Then I would leave the money

and it would be replaced with the LSD.

You know that makes you
a drug dealer, right?

But I never made a profit.

That just makes you a bad drug dealer.

FATIMA: Hey, guys,
the carrier's been docked

in San Diego for the last
six months for repairs.

That's when the deliveries started.

Once docked, civilians have access

to the carrier on a daily basis.

I mean, you got aircraft
maintenance, deliveries.

Food supplies, couriers.
I mean, the list is endless.

We need to consider anyone
that stepped aboard that ship.

Well, it might take a while,
but I can reach out

to the ship's SUPO
and see if I can expedite it.

- Thanks, Fatima.
- You got it.

Oh, and, uh, I got in contact
with Vargas' therapist,

Dr. Evelyn Bernhard.

- Great. Have Castor contact her
- [PHONE VIBRATES]

and offer her a ride to the boatshed.

Will do.

You spent more time on that phone today

than you did all of last year.

Mm-hmm. It's Candy Crush.

It's my new obsession.

Yeah?

Well, does, uh, Candy Crush
have a bonus level

that sends you pictures of pretty women?

It's a very good game.

[SIGHS]

I located one of Hetty's protégés.

- G...
- This is why

I didn't tell you,
'cause I knew you were gonna say

"You got to let that go."

You're right. You should.

I'll keep an open mind. Who is she?

She's actually
a little bit of a mystery.

She was working for Homeland Security,

but her file is missing
from the database.

And how do you know that?

Well, let's just say at one
point I scratched someone's back

at Homeland Security,
and now they're scratching mine.

That imagery is making me question

if I want to hear the rest of the story.

At first, I just wanted to know
if she was dead or alive, okay?

But once I found out
that the file was missing,

I had to know how the story ends.

All right, so what are you gonna do?

Track down every foster kid
that Hetty took under her wing?

How do you even know hearing that story

is gonna fill in your blanks?

You're telling me you're not

even a little bit curious
why the file is missing?

Maybe a mission went bad
and she's hiding,

and the agency is protecting her.

If that's true,
she's hiding in plain sight.

So you found her.

Just promise me
you won't let this consume you.

DEEKS: Wait,
you've really never seen it?

Dude, that was way before my time.

DEEKS: It was before my time, too,

but that doesn't mean
I don't have an appreciation

for the Tony Award-winning,
seminal, American,

tribal-love rock musical Hair.

I mean, this, my friend,
defined a generation,

I mean, it questioned authority.

In fact, it's the reason
I wear my hair two inches longer

than the average
law enforcement officer.

Yeah, I always wondered about that.

You know what, it's been decided.

I'm gonna introduce you
to the world's greatest musical.

I don't think that's necessary.

It's been decided.

- [SIGHS]
- Wow. Heavens to Betsy.

What do we have here?

That's it. Only in L.A.

can a church exist
in the back of a nail salon.

[EXHALES] Huh.

"The cure for PTSD is
within heart's reach.

Let us show you the way."

Wow, how sweet.
If only it was that easy.

FATIMA: Hey, Deeks?

What's up, Fatima?

I looked into Petty Officer
Vargas' financials,

and recently, he made
a $ payment to the church.

That's a lot of money
for a young petty officer.

I mean, if we're looking
for a supplier, this may be it.

Oh, and one more thing,

the coroner called.

They found a gelatinous substance

in the dead petty officer's stomach.

That could be anything.

Yeah, I'll keep digging into the church

and let you know what I find.

All right, thank you, Fatima.

You got it.

- [MUSIC PLAYING]
- DEEKS: Wow.

- He's a carbon-neutral.
- [MUSIC STOPS]

Welcome, saints, to a new beginning.

How fortunate are we

that the universe has brought us
all together today?

Uh, are you Prophet Mahee Mahee?

Indeed I am, and I'm-I'm guessing

that you are some curious souls
looking for some guidance.

Actually, uh, we're NCIS.

[SIGHS] I got this.

Wow.

Godspeed, my man, Godspeed!

[GRUNTS]

Oh, God. My hip.

[DEEKS WHOOPS]

Rountree! Come on, now!

That's a Jimmy Snuka Superfly Splash.

What?

Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka?

I don't know who that is, Deeks.

And this is how the world ends.

Peace and blessings, brothers.

Dear God, are you gonna talk

like this the whole entire time?

Why'd you run?

I thought that my ex-wife had sent you.

She's been trying to serve me
a subpoena now for months.

Well, good for her. Smart move.

We're actually here about Adrian Vargas.

We found this in his apartment.
That ring a bell?

Oh, my new membership card.

It makes tithing easy,
and you earn points

at the Mexican place next door.

- Mm-hmm.
- And how long has Adrian

been attending your... church?

I run a spiritual center.

- Oh.
- And Adrian sought the type of healing

that only the Holy Spirit

and Buddha and the ancient gods

can provide.

About a month ago. [CHUCKLES]

Uh, did this spiritual journey,

by chance, involve LSD?

N-No.

No, m-my method

of treating PTSD begins
with a deep meditation

that I lead every Saturday evening.

Except for this week, I
had to move it to Sunday,

because we rented out the space
to an Afro reggae

band jam session.

They're very good. You guys should come.

We're here to tell you
your method doesn't work,

because Adrian Vargas
jumped to his death

after overdosingon LSD.

What's happening?

I'm praying to all of the gods

to welcome

his beautiful soul.

Hey.

Mahee Mahee, hey.

Hey.

Okay.

What about the, uh, congregation

or parishioners or flock

or whatever this religion calls it?

It's a conglomeration
of all the great religions.

I-I even threw
some Confucianism in there.

Yeah, this whole thing is confusing.

Did Adrian encounter

anyone at your spiritual center

that might have provided him

- with illicit dr*gs?
- No.

I-I have a very small,

tight-knit pandemonium

of, just, glorious souls.

I would know if anybody partook

in any illegal contraband.

Yeah, listen here, Reverend Tilapia,

I don't know if you can tell
by the tone of my voice

or the judgmental squint
that I'm giving you,

but I am not buying into
this "holier than thou" act.

[LAUGHS]

A classic symptom

of "church hurt."

Sorry, what?

A lack of trust in spiritual leaders.

- I can cure that.
- Mm-hmm.

Riddle me this:

how much healing did
Vargas' $ buy him?

That was a payment...

Oh, really?

...for our annual

spirit renewal retreat at Big Bear.

Oh, I've got a fantastic shaman

who is going to be leading us through

a life-changing Ayahuasca ritual.

You guys should come.

That's probably not gonna happen.

- FATIMA: Hey, guys?
- Oh, Fatima.

Please tell me you have

something incriminating
on this charlatan

so I can lock him up for life.

Well, his real name
is Emmett Westerhouse,

and the church is the most
legitimate scam he's ever run.

Though his driver's license
is suspended,

the retreat is real.

His name's on the permit.

God help us all.

[GRUNTS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

CASTOR: Don't worry.

- I got you.
- [CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES] I'm not as old as I look,
Agent Castor.

It's just a sprain.

Special Agent Sam Hanna.
This is Agent Callen.

- Thanks, Castor. Here, have a seat.
- Uh, I promise,

give me six weeks, I'll be
ready to run the L.A. Marathon.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Well, thank you

for coming all this way, Dr. Bernhard.

Oh, I needed the fresh ocean air.

You wanted to talk to me about

Petty Officer Vargas.

I was so sad to hear about his death.

How long were you his therapist?

Sadly, we only had two sessions.

I wanted to schedule more, but
he wouldn't get back to me.

Hmm. I understand
you diagnosed Adrian with PTSD?

I usually wouldn't divulge
privileged information,

but I want to help.

I've been treating veterans
for years.

I never met someone in more distress.

Did Petty Officer Vargas ever mention

having an addiction to dr*gs, alcohol?

No, he didn't.

But like I said, he was
desperate for relief.

I recommended a course
of antidepressants

or even CBD to calm his nerves.

I know it helps me.

But he adamantly refused

to take anything.

The coroner reported to us that he had

ten times the recreational dose of LSD

in his body.

- They think that he may have...
- [MOANS]

No.

Dr. Bernhard?

A-At our last meeting,

I referred Officer Vargas

to a clinic in Santa Barbara
that uses LSD

to treat PTSD.

They have an amazing record

of helping returning
combat veterans recover.

The coroner's report suggested
he took the dr*gs at home.

Well, y... T-They have a waiting list,

and-and it can take a while
to be admitted.

What if he decided to try

the LSD on his own,
based off of my recommendation?

You ready to talk?

Talk? About what?

How about the case?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Um, this is what I have been working on.

It's an algorithm that I
made to help sort out all

of the potential private
contractors that were

on the ship at the same time
Renfro got the deliveries.

- And?
- Well, in the last five months,

civilians had access to the ship.

But I've narrowed down the list

to potential suspects
for the supplier.

Admiral?

All my life, I have enjoyed

staring into the eyes

of newly enlisted servicemen and women.

M-My father, my grandfather,

the countless men and women
I've served alongside.

And the day that that picture

is taken, every sailor is proud

to serve his country.

But then they face

the harsh reality of service,

and they may never get back

to this hopefulness.

Hmm.

[TABLET BEEPS]

Um...

Sorry, sir, the list has narrowed down

to two potential suspects.

Mitchell Tucker and Randall Davis.

All right, see if there's
a connection to Renfro.

We're running out of options.

Appreciate your help.

So the clinic that
Dr. Bernhard recommended

said that Petty Officer Vargas
never reached out

or attended any of their seminars.

And Renfro swears he didn't
give any of his stash to him.

- I actually believe him.
- Me too.

Still doesn't help us find the
the supplier on that carrier.

I may be able to help with that.

I was able to narrow down

the list of civilian contractors

who had access
to the carrier to this guy,

Randall Davis.

Former Intelligence Specialist
Second Class Davis, that is.

On the USS Allegiance?

Mm-hmm. Until five years ago.

That's the same time
as the first LSD bust.

- He's the supplier.
- CALLEN: But he didn't get busted

because he set those guys up
the same way he set up Renfro.

FATIMA: He works for
a printer repair company

that services the USS Allegiance.

But I don't think he worked alone.

So, I looked at the visitor's logs

and there are at least four

different signatures signed in as Davis.

- Where is he now?
- I traced his car back to the company's

- warehouse in Torrance.
- All right, we'll head over there.

Tell Rountree and Deeks to meet us.

And get us an arrest warrant for Davis.

You got it.

What'd you find?

It's large,

but the personnel spaces are
centered near the loading dock.

CALLEN: Deeks, Rountree,
once we get eyes on Davis,

we'll let you know when to move in.

And remember, discretion is the key,

so no big shows
when we take him into custody.

We got the rear exit covered.

Fatima, any luck accessing the
building's surveillance system?

FATIMA: No.
And I have some more bad news.

Randall Davis isn't just dealing dr*gs,

he may also be manufacturing them.

What makes you think
he's manufacturing the dr*gs?

Well, Davis has been receiving
a steady flow of deliveries

from a grower in China known
for producing ergot alkaloid.

That's the main ingredient in LSD.

ROUNTREE: He's running an underground

pirate LSD lab
in the middle of Torrance.

This printer repair business

is the perfect front.

We got him.

CALLEN: Randall Davis.

NCIS. You're gonna need to come with us.

SAM: g*n!

He's running for
the delivery van. Cut him off!

DEEKS: Copy that.

[ENGINE STARTS]

He's headed for the exit.

Don't let him get to the street.

DEEKS: Hyah!

DEEKS: Oh!

Nothing to see here.

Everything's fine.

Well, that was sort of discreet, right?

If you say so.

LAPD finished searching the warehouse.

They found the lab as well
as a stockpile of supplies.

They also found a huge stash
of LSD and assorted pills

in the back of Davis' SUV.

That'll make Kilbride happy.

You think anything we do will
ever really make Kilbride happy?

- Nah.
- DEEKS: Did they have any better luck

than us connecting Davis
to the dr*gs that Vargas took?

CALLEN: Unfortunately, no.

But the coroner did find
gelatin in his stomach.

You know what, I think
it's pretty likely

that Vargas took a gummy laced with LSD.

I mean, those edibles are super popular.

- You know what else is pretty popular?
- DEEKS: Huh?

CBD gummies.

Very.

Especially amongst the elderly.

Fatima,

I need you to look
into something for me.

Dr. Bernhard?

Oh, Agent, uh, Callen,

Agent Hanna.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Uh, did you have more questions?

Just one. Why'd you lie to us?

Lie?

I told you everything I know

about Petty Officer Vargas.

Except that you saw him
on the day of his death.

We have video footage

of him stopping by your office.

Now, are you ready to tell
us what really happened?

Like I said earlier,

he wouldn't make an appointment,
and I got worried.

So, I-I asked him

to stop by for a gift basket.

Just some books.

I-I was hoping he'd help himself

if he wouldn't let me help him.

So you decided to give him dr*gs
and put his life in danger?

I see soldiers,

sailors, veterans every day

that are in pain.

They deserve to be helped.

They deserve to be healed.

Petty Officer Vargas
wastrying to get help.

He trusted you.

Did you give him the LSD?

When he wouldn't come
to the clinic, I, uh,

I-I convinced him that CBD

was harmless, nonaddictive.

Just something to help him relax.

I-I warned him not to take too much.

You didn't give him CBD,
you illegally gave him

LSD-laced gummies.

You didn't tell him.

And he clearly couldn't handle it.

He overdosed.

I thought it would help him.

He was terrified

he'd be sad the rest of his life.

That's a nice little story
you're telling yourself.

Unfortunately, a young man is dead,

and his blood is on your hands.

So did you hear anything back from, uh,

Hetty's other potential guinea pig?

Nope. And I have decided
to leave it alone.

Like you said,

life is for the living.

Langston Hughes said it first,
but I'll take it.

Mm-hmm.

Life is simple.

Make choices, you don't look back.

Well said.

Actually from Tokyo Drift.

Very underrated movie, by the way.

DEEKS: Yeah, no, no, I... Uh, the
birdies are gonna love it.

They're gonna absolutely love it.

And I'll take pictures,
you're gonna love it, too.

Okay, all right. Stay safe.

I love you. Bye.

[CHUCKLES] How's she doing?

The, uh, mission
is going according to plan.

CALLEN: Did you tell her

that she has her own
HGTV reveal when she gets home?

Oh, see, I knew it.

I knew you were a little
Flip or Flopfreak.

But no, I did take your advice,

and I told her I was gonna do
a little something-something.

And she said she'd like
to add a bird feeder,

you know, one of those,
like, it looks like

A little Cape Cod house...
You know what I'm talking about.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

It doesn't matter. I'm gonna
make a Japanese teahouse.

It's gonna be amazing.

Huh. Well, staying busy is good.

Yeah, no, busy is good,
and-and necessary.

Keeps my mind occupied

while-while she's out of town.

Speaking of which, I got to get
home, because Rountree is gonna

meet me at the house
and we're gonna watch Hair.

Can you believe that this man
has not seen the movie Hair?

Have you seen the movie Hair?

Do I look like I've seen the movie Hair?

I took Kam to see Tangled
when she was younger.

The Disney movie about Rapunzel.

Yeah, I know what it is.

I'm just having a difficult
time picturing that.

Mm. Yeah.

Admiral.

I am not one

to pry, Agent Namazi...

Though my second ex-wife
would disagree...

But I can't put this day to rest
without understanding

your ruse with the cane.

I apologize, Admiral. I should
have said something sooner.

My doctor actually cleared
me a couple days ago,

and although my leg feels so much better

and my heart really wants
to get back in the field,

my mind just feels...

I don't know, um...

weak.

And the cane bought you

enough time to find your strength again?

I don't want to let this team down.

The only way you could do that

is by rushing your recovery.

Never be afraid

to stand up and advocate
for yourself, Agent Namazi.

This is your life.

You dictate which story is told.

Over the years, I have lost

quite a few good sailors and marines

to a thing called PTSD.

All the same to you, I'd just as soon

not lose any more people.

Now, if I have

to say it to you in so many words,

you take as much time as you need.

Understood?

Thank you, Admiral.

Good work out there today, Rountree.

Thanks, Admiral.

Hey, look at you. Cleared for action?

More or less. But I think I'm gonna take

a couple weeks
before I head back in the field.

All right. That's what's up.

Hey, I, uh, wanted to apologize.

I know I got a little snippy. Uh...

I've basically been raising
this little gir...

[CLEARS THROAT] ...this grown woman...

...on my own,

for a while now, and, um,

I'm realizing I get a little bit
sensitive over her.

You don't ever have to apologize to me.

Oh, I reached out to her as well.

I didn't mention her little man-friend,

and we're going to
Universal Studios this weekend.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.

You know, I've always wanted
to go on the Harry Potterride.

I'm just kind of afraid to go by myself.

You should come with us.

- Can I?
- Yeah. Jordyn is dying to meet you.

I'm dying to meet her.

♪

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

[SIGHS]

My lomo saltado spilled
all over the bag.

Again, I am so sorry.

Will you-will you let me
buy you another one, please?

- Oh, it's okay.
- H-Honestly. You know what?

I mean, I-I've actually been
craving Peruvian food all week.

Is it...

is it dinner for one?

It is.

I could add an Inca Kola to the deal?

- I'm... I'm Greg.
- Uh...

My friends call me G.

Leah.

It's nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you.