"♪ ♪" "Gentlemen, welcome aboard." "We had quite the haul today." "Yellowtail, rockfish, even some tuna, and it's not even the season." "I hope you pulled more from that water than just fish." "It was anchored right where you told me it would be." "Voilà." "Go ahead, taste it." "You're lucky the sharks didn't." "I hope you brought my cash." "Now, we only ran into one problem." "What's that?" "I ain't no fisherman." "Feds!" "Hold it!" "Freeze!" "Federal agents!" "Damn it, Reynolds." "That's our evidence." "Yeah, I'm good, boss, thanks a lot." "Oh, what the hell?" "We got a body." "You'd better call someone." "LA 7x13 ♪ Angels  Daemons Original Air Date on January 18, 2016" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "♪ ♪ I mean, a phone call would've been nice." "A text." "Hell, an-an e-mail, just so I'd know you tried to contact me." "Good morning?" "We carpool to work." "Today you weren't home." "I'm already here." "I know that." "Now." "I took my own car." "Didn't want to wake you." "It was very early." "What's so important you had to come in early?" "Nothing." "Really?" "Really." "I thought we talked about this, G." "I promise you I will send you a text next time." "I'm talking about you returning to old habits." "Keeping things from the team, from me." "Going rogue." "Callen's going rogue again?" "Oh, nice, can I shadow you?" "It's the only way I'll learn." "Not going rogue." "I actually came to work early, which is literally the opposite of going rogue." "What's in the file, G?" "Why are you making this a thing?" "Is it a thing?" "It's not a thing, but you're making it one." "You guys sound like an old married couple." "Ooh, smooth, Kensilina." "Garret Odell." "Who's Garret Odell?" "He's no one." "He's clean." "But ever since our names were leaked last year, I have made a point of trying to keep tabs on new people that enter our lives." "So whose life is he entering into?" "Attorney, divorced." "One child, six years old." "Who goes to McCadden Elementary." "Hmm." "Joelle's school." "Now it's a thing." "Whoa." "This guy's dating Joelle?" "No, I stopped by her house to drop some things off, they were having dinner, okay?" "You guys broke up, like, a month ago?" "I mean, that's fast." "That's too fast." "This man has a right to be suspicious." "I think the word is "jealous."" "I broke up with her, remember?" "Look, I don't need to defend myself, okay?" "I was looking out for her and for the team, case closed." "You know what they say, when Callen closes a case," "Eric Beale-- he opens a window." "To another case." "Ooh, that sounded better in my head." "Granger wants you in Ops." "There's your file." "We done with this thing?" "I mean, if you say it's not a thing, it's not a thing." "It's not a thing." "Unless you don't realize it's a thing." "You keep that up, we're gonna have a thing." "Early this morning, the coast guard pulled the body of Larry Overson from the marina." "Overson?" "I know that name." "Not only do I know his name, I read his book." "You listened to his book on tape on the way to work, which means I had to listen to it." "If you want out of the car pool, just let me know." "Okay, guys," "I don't know the name, so..." "Larry Overson is the tech entrepreneur who founded the antivirus company OverGuard and then sold it for nearly a billion dollars." "He then parlayed that cash into a successful venture capital fund." "He was what's known as an angel investor, providing seed money to tech and Internet start-ups." "He wrote a book about what it takes to run a successful business and how to adapt to changing markets." "He had good instincts." "He was a little full of himself." "Do you have a billion dollars?" "I don't need a billion dollars." "What's going on with these two?" "They're just having a thing." "Sorry I asked." "Anyway, before he was an angel investor," "Overson was in the navy." "He was assigned to the National Security Agency, where he was instrumental in developing part of their mass data collection program." "Now, that I didn't read in the book." "It was highly classified, and for that reason, SECNAV has tasked us to investigate his murder." "We got a crime scene?" "We do." "Overson's boat." "Tied up in basin G of the marina." "CGIS is coordinating the forensic investigation, but no suspects so far." "The last phone call Overson made was to former lieutenant" "Mark Powell." "Now, they worked together at the NSA and, by all accounts, they were best friends." "Until Powell sued" "Overson for a share of OverGuard, claiming that they developed the software together." "Powell lost the case along with a lot of money in attorney's fees." "Which is probably why he's been living out of his car for the last month." "It was last seen entering a vacant lot in Westchester." "All right, we'll check out Powell." "You two search the boat, bring Nell with you." "Chances are," "Overson's got a pretty serious alarm system on board." "You've got the Conn," "Mr. Beale." "Sounds promising." "All right, thanks, great, thank you, Eric, bye." "What do we know?" "So Eric spoke to Overson's office back in San Jose." "It seems he sailed down last week to meet with several tech companies here at Silicon Beach." "Did you say Silicone Beach?" "'Cause that sounds amazing." "We should probably go there, maybe do some covert surveillance." "Yeah?" "Maybe I tell your girlfriend you said that." "Mm-mm, no, don't tell her that." "Silicon Beach, much like Silicon Valley." "It's what they're calling the new tech start-up scene here in L.A. Overson was meeting with these companies to consider investing." "Well, if he denied one of them, that's motive right there." "Well, Eric is accessing his calendar to find this list of companies." "Nellasaurus, what do you got-- anything from the cameras?" "That's a no-go." "Overson had the cloud backup disabled." "I'm guessing he didn't want his former employer spying on him." "Okay, so where did the feed go?" "To his laptop, which... is also missing." "Well, Overson went in the water." "Maybe the laptop did, too." "We should get the coast guard to search the surrounding waters." "Yup." "That sounds like a great idea." "Oh, hey, you okay?" "Guys, I don't do so well with boats." "It's the rocking and then the stomach." "It's not the best combination." "You do realize that, uh, you're an NCIS agent." "Where the "N" stands for "naval"." "I don't mean, like, a belly button kind." "Oh." "Thanks, Captain Obvious." "I think navy ships are a little bit bigger." "Where you going, Gilligan?" "Pretty sure marina security isn't as cautious with their cameras." "The "I" is for "investigative."" "Oh, wow, and "S"" "stands for "show-off." Well played." "I'll collect the video and bring it back to Ops." "You're welcome." "All right, Eric just sent the list of companies." "We are going to Silicon Beach." "God, it'd be so much more fun if they just added the "E" at the end." "Powell's car." "Pretty sure I've lived in worse." "That was by choice, not necessity." "No one's home." "And it's unlocked." "I'm guessing he left in a hurry." "How was this guy ever in the navy?" "Looks like Kensi's desk back here." "I think I know why Eric can't trace his cell phone." "He smashed it." "SIM card's gone." "So's his stuff." "I don't think he's coming back." "Hey, Callen." "Eric, Powell's gone, and he smashed his cell phone." "Why don't you start checking local cameras, see if you can find him." "Well, we've got him on at least one camera already." "Nell found security footage of Powell at the marina." "I'm sending it to your phone now." "The time code matches up with the medical examiner's estimate of Overson's time of death." "Powell was there." "What's a little murder between friends?" "Miles, you're gonna be late for the meeting." "I'm on my way down." "So what am I looking at, exactly?" "It's a Flibbit." "It's a social networking app that allows anonymous posting." "When I swipe it here, it reveals the hidden message." "In this one, the user's expressing irritation with a co-worker." "But it could just as easily be the sharing of a secret, a declaration of love, even a political statement." "But again, all anonymous." "And Larry Overson was interested?" "Yeah." "So were we, and I don't just mean his money." "Larry is..." "He was, um... a real inspiration." "Sorry." "No, take your time." "So, it seems Flibbit was really successful already-- why did you guys need more money?" "We always need more." "We won't see profit for at least another few years." "And since we provide Flibbit ad-free, we're already looking to the next round of funding." "I hate talking about money at a time like this, but we really needed Larry's investment." "I'm sorry to change the subject," "Who's that guy in the suit?" "That's Vincent, our new head of security." "Military veteran?" "No." "Not that I know of." "But we should really hire some." "Do our part." "Mm." "Remind me to hire military veterans." "Okay, I'll remind you." "I think that's a great idea." "Very efficient." "Explain it to me, exactly." "We'll be the first on-demand butler service for pets." "Get it?" "Muttler." "It's called Muttler." "Yeah, no, I get it." "It's-it's really clever." "Um, just seems like a pretty narrow market." "30% of Los Angeles households have pets." "That's, like, a million people." "I bet you have a pet." "A dog." "Monty." "Does Monty have a butler?" "No." "No, he does not." "So Larry Overson wanted to invest in the start-up?" "We, uh... we pitched him, but ultimately" "Larry decided it wasn't the right investment for him." "Being denied by Larry" " I mean, that must have been tough." "Yeah." "Yeah, it was." "To have your hero tell you no?" "Doesn't feel very good." "But then I remembered what he said in his book." ""To be a success, you need one yes and a million noes."" "So I'm confident I'm gonna get my yes." "Okay, all right." "Just one other thing." "Do you always take time off in the middle of the workday to go surfing?" "Oh, no, we're not taking time off work." "This is our weekly board meeting." "You get it?" "Board meeting." "Yeah." "No, I got it." "Still very clever." "All right, brother." "Good luck with that." "Let's go!" "Wow." "So, what do we know?" "Interviewed four companies, and the only one that Overson invested in was an app that finds the nearest public restroom." "I'm telling you, this is not the Venice I grew up in." "Although I'm not getting a murder vibe from anybody." "And from Callen and Sam," "Overson's friend Powell is on the run." "So how many have we got left?" "Uh, three, all of which are valued in the tens of millions." "God." "See, you know what?" "If Silicon Beach was around when I was younger," "I'm pretty sure I would have crushed it." "I'm pretty sure you would have crashed it." "But I am an idea man." "You know this about me." "I do, but not necessarily for complex computer programs." "Yeah, but I'd just hire those people." "I'd have, like, an army of Beales toiling away in the data mine." "And what are you doing in the meantime?" "Just surfing?" "Yeah, it's called a board meeting, and it's very professional." "Wow." "Three more stops." "Let's go." "You know what?" "I'm thinking about getting Monty a butler." "You are Monty's butler." "Oh, yeah." "What have we got?" "We found Powell." "He boarded Metro Local 248 half an hour ago, headed to Long Beach." "And one of its last stops would leave him four blocks from the Metro Station." "From there, he could make it to San Diego." "From San Diego to Mexico." "Mexico... the world." "Sorry." "If you leave now, you can catch him in Long Beach." "Hey, buddy, can I borrow some change for the bus?" "No." "Sorry." "Can I borrow your phone?" "I got to tell my boss I'm gonna be a little late for work." "No, no phone." "No phone?" "Who doesn't have a phone these days?" "Everyone's got a phone." "Oh, don't you remember?" "He smashed his so we couldn't track him." "That's right." "Right around the same time his old navy buddy, Larry Overson, was murdered." "Mark, we're federal agents." "That hurt?" "Looks like you've been in a fight recently." "Gonna ask you a few questions about that." "I'm not saying anything without my lawyer." "Let's go." "Got to say, it is really tempting to just turn that sound back on." "That would be an invasion of privacy." "I know how important privacy is to you." "You cannot tell me that you don't check on people who enter your family's life." "Joelle isn't in your life anymore." "But apparently she's still in your thoughts." "Oh, you read minds now?" "What color am I thinking of, huh?" "I'm just trying to make sure you're not crossing a line, G." "I'm not crossing any line, but it sure feels like you're invading my privacy." "Okay." "We're ready." "Blue." "That was the color, wasn't it?" "Oh, it was definitely blue." "It'll be okay." "How the ribs doing?" "Still hurt?" "Out of curiosity, isn't this the same lawyer that lost your suit against, uh, Overson?" "Gentlemen, is that really pertinent to the matter at hand?" "That'd be a yes." "You know, intellectual property law doesn't exactly qualify you for a murder case." "I didn't kill Larry." "You've got bruises on your face and your abdomen." "Larry Overson's body also showed signs of a struggle." "And we have you on video leaving the marina around the time of his death." "I didn't say I wasn't there." "I said I didn't kill him." "When Larry and I were at the NSA..." "Mark, stop." "I advise you not to speak about that." "No, I'm not gonna hide it anymore." "I don't care what the punishment is." "Okay." "Uh, I think you're right, Agent Hanna." "I am..." "I'm out of my depth." "Uh..." "Uh, I'm afraid" "I can't represent you, Mark." "I'm sorry." "I'll just let myself out." "Yeah, yeah." "Thank you." "Ah, to hell with it." "What did lawyers ever get me?" "We're listening." "When Larry and I were at the NSA, it was our job to innovate." "Create new tools for cyber warfare." "We made something, a daemon." "It's a computer program that runs in the background of a system." "That's right." "But unlike other daemons, ours was completely undetectable." "And it was around that same time, we started to find out just what the NSA was doing with the other tools we were giving them." "You mean mass data collection." "I mean spying." "On American citizens." "And that crossed a line." "Larry and I decided that the potential for abuse was too great." "So we mutually agreed not to tell the NSA about our daemon." "You developed it at the NSA, so it's considered classified defense material." "You violated the Espionage Act." "Which is why I was running." "I thought Larry had turned me in." "He broke the law, too." "Why would you think that?" "Because last night, Larry called me." "He said he wanted to meet on his boat." "I thought he was finally going to apologize for cutting me out of OverGuard." "Instead, he accuses me of selling our daemon." "After all that he put me through, so, yeah," "I got mad and we fought, but when I left, he was alive." "Why did he think you sold the daemon?" "He said he found it hidden in the code of a smart phone app." "An app from one of the companies he was interested in." "Which company?" "What-what was the app?" "I don't know." "I think he wanted me to say it to confirm his suspicion, but, listen, I've had my money trouble the last few years, but this is a line I would never cross." "Someone else must have gotten their hands on the daemon." "If used effectively, our daemon would provide an untraceable, all-access pass to the digital secrets of anyone who had the app." "You believe him?" "It's not a bad story." "It gets him off the hook." "And it's not too far-fetched." "Foreign intelligence agencies have been trying to infiltrate American tech companies for years." "We'll continue to hold Powell, but regardless of whether or not his story is true, we need to investigate." "Imagine if someone put this daemon into Twitter." "Millions would be compromised." "Data thieves, terrorists, enemies of state-- they would all kill for that kind of access." "So would we." "While he was visiting Silicon Beach," "Overson met with seven different tech companies, but based on Kensi's and Deeks' interviews, we know he was really only interested in two." "One of 'em's just a start-up." "They haven't released their app yet." "And if what Powell says is true, the daemon is worthless if it's not on anyone's phone." "Which leaves Flibbit." "After only 16 months of operation, they already have over 20 million users." "That's a large pool of data to draw from." "Perfect place to hide the daemon." "And we may have our first suspect." "Vincent Lee," "Flibbit's new head of security." "I noticed him immediately." "For one, the other companies didn't even have a security guard, but he was armed, always alert." "I thought he might be military." "But he's not one of ours." "In fact, Vincent Lee barely exists." "His work experience, his schooling-- it all looks great on his résumé." "But we double-checked his sources, nothing tracked." "Even the phone numbers he used for references have been deactivated." "Yeah, they're covers." "When Flibbit called to check on Lee, they got someone who was assigned to verify his backstop." "Okay." "So, if we assume Lee has the daemon, who's he working for?" "I wish I could tell you." "Well, I may know someone who can." "Wilson Rowe." "Powell's lawyer?" "If Powell didn't sell the daemon, then someone else obviously did." "Someone close to Powell." "And Rowe recently converted a lot of money from bitcoin, the preferred currency of cyber criminals everywhere." "Rowe did make a quick exit once Powell started talking about the daemon." "Talk to Powell." "Find out if his lawyer knew about the daemon before today." "Got it." "Done." "G..." "We can't just shut down Flibbit based on the word of a suspected murderer and a doctored résumé." "We need to go undercover." "Uh, guys, guys..." "Hey, if I can just, um, put in a little plug for myself." "Um, I'm an expert coder, I know the language," "I'm already dressed for the part." "There is literally no one more qualified for this mission." "Yep." "There is one problem." "Yeah, there's, there's no problem." "Don't-don't listen to her." "I am your guy." "Put me in, Coach." "Flibbit isn't hiring coders." "In fact, they're not hiring anyone." "I'm sorry, Mr. Beale." "But I'm afraid I must agree with Ms. Jones." "But, Hetty..." "they have a slide." "The only way we get in Flibbit is exactly what got" "Mr. Overson through the door." "Money." "A lot of it." "Gentlemen, prepare to make the fastest billion in history." "That greedy bastard." "Why didn't I think of it?" "So you discussed the daemon with your lawyer?" "During my OverGuard lawsuit two years ago," "Rowe and I were looking to discredit Larry." "I mentioned it." "Mentioning doesn't give Rowe access to a powerful computer code, though." "No." "But giving him access to all my computer files for the suit does." "Wait a minute." "So the daemon was still in your files?" "Why wouldn't you wipe that?" "It was stupid," "I know, but I..." "I was proud of it." "I never would have sold the daemon, but that didn't mean I couldn't admire it." "Kens." "Eric, we're gonna need a location on Wilson Rowe." "Copy." "♪ ♪ Who put a desk here?" "Huh?" "Did... did you put this desk here?" "I'm just..." "Look." "It's called an "open floor plan"" "because there needs to be a clear path from the entrance to the bullpen." "Is that a slide?" "I love this slide." "Almost makes up for the desk." "But you still got to move it." "Um... okay," "Now." "I'll try, but here's the thing..." "Miles, stop." "Can I help you?" "Ignore him." "We're here to meet Jessica Moore." "Is she expecting you?" ""Is she expecting you?" Who-who are you?" "That's Austin Chopra, Flibbit's lead programmer." "You said he did good work." "I did say that." "I did say that." "We want to meet with you, too, Austin." "I'm Samuel Wright." "This is Curtis Williams." "Please tell Jessica that we want nothing more than to see her company rival Snapchat, and we've got the cash that can make it happen." "I'd like to ride the slide." "Nice!" "Flibbit's checking out Callen and Sam." "How much money did you backstop them?" "Uh, just under a billion dollars." "You think that should be enough, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah, that should be enough." "See, the tricky part was making Callen and Sam impressive, but not so impressive that Flibbit goes," ""Hey, why have we never heard of these guys?"" "So I tapped into an oversaturated yet popular market with the coders." "Check it out." "You invented an energy drink?" "No, no." "Callen and Sam did." "Oh." "Right." "It's not yet legal in the States, but it's taking Eastern Europe by storm." "Geez, what's going on back there, MacGyver?" "All right, all right." "Sorry." "All done." "I am now officially... air-gapped." "I am no longer connected to any NCIS servers." "Now I can analyze the Flibbit app without worrying about that pesky daemon." "Nice, Beale." "Yeah." "If it's there, I'm gonna find it." "Whoa." "Just got a hit on our lawyer's Porsche." "Wilson Rowe is in Venice." "I'll tell Kensi and Deeks." "It's nice to meet you..." "Mr. Wright?" "Sam Wright." "Mr. Williams." "How you doing?" "Good." "I just wish you'd given us some warning." "Well, we like to arrive unannounced so we can see the business in its natural, undisturbed state." "Well, not that we don't welcome your interest, but I assume you heard about Larry Overson?" "We did, and we have no intention of taking advantage of a tragedy." "Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that." "I..." "But, to be blunt-- may he rest in peace" "Larry was a start-up guy." "Definitely a needle mover, but the kind of guy that would take a company from, say, zero to 30 mil in under a year." "Flibbit's not a start-up anymore." "The way we see it, you need guys that can take it from zero to 60, 80, 200 mph." "That's us." "We break the needle off." "Off." "That, uh..." "all sounds great." "May I speak with you a moment?" "Excuse me." "Sure." "You knew Larry." "You don't know us." "We understand that, Jessica." "But you and I aren't that different." "In fact, we're very much alike." "Now, when Curtis and I walk into a room, in this industry, who do you think they automatically assume is in charge?" "Who do they try to impress?" "It's not the black guy." "Just this week, I met with about a dozen companies." "You're the first woman at the table." "You're also the most successful." "When they look at you, they see easy money." "When I look at you," "I see someone just like me." "Someone who worked hard... to get all of this." "And we intend to honor that by working just as hard." "So, where do we start?" "I'd like to take a look at the product." "Of course." "We have a big update coming out tonight." "Very exciting." "Austin, will you show them?" "Happy to." "Great." "See you down below." "All right." "You know, code's not really my thing, but I'd love a tour." "Uh, follow me." "Okay." "Oh." "Vincent." "Uh, this is our head of security." "Vincent, Sam Wright." "Can never have too much security." "Imagine you guys take in a lot of sensitive personal data." "It's in good hands." "Right." "With a firm grip." "It's nice to meet you" "Nice to meet you, too." "Excuse me." "All right." "Whoo-hoo-hoo!" "Oh!" "Beat ya!" "♪ ♪" "There's our lawyer's car." "And there's our lawyer." "He looks grumpy." "Hmm." "You know what he needs?" "What?" "Puppies." "Puppies?" "Puppies at a push of a button." "You're feeling blue, you pull up the app, 30 minutes later... you got puppies." "That's your idea?" "That's my idea!" "It's great, huh?" "Already exists." "What, really?" "A puppy app?" "And kittens." "Already exists." "Seriously?" "Mm-hmm." "How about an old dog with bad flatulence?" "'Cause Monty's available." "Deeks." "Get down!" "Everybody get down!" "Kensi, you see where that shot came from?" "No." "Nell, we need backup and an ambulance-- Rowe's been shot." "Son of a bitch!" "What do you got, Eric?" "After Rowe left Powell at the boatshed, he texted someone." "They told him to meet them at the beach." "Who was Rowe on the phone with when he got shot?" "Same number." "But it was scrambled by a pro." "I can't trace it." "So after he spoke to Powell," "Rowe must have started to suspect that whoever he sold the daemon to killed Overson." "Yeah, but in that case, you don't call the killer." "That's like painting a target on your back." "Unless Rowe had Overson shot." "In which case he knew the killer." "And they don't want him talking to federal agents." "Eric?" "Copy." "We'll look through Rowe's client list and contacts." "Any luck?" "Well, to the west, it's all ocean, so obviously the shot came from the east." "Unless you got a shark with a rifle." "That's funny." "Well, I heard the rifle report about two seconds after Rowe was hit." "Sound travels at 332 meters per second." "Your average bullet is about twice that speed." "God, I love it when you talk math." "So to calculate the distance of the shot, we have to multiply those two speeds by the two-second time gap," "Mmm, yeah." "dividing it by the difference between those speeds." "I'm right there with you." "What do you got?" "I'm looking at a vantage point of... just over half a mile." "Whoa." "Like that, through those buildings." "The Flibbit building?" "Yep." "Oh, wow." "I'll call Sam." "Yeah." "The more I think about it," "I think that should be just fine, so, um, just shoot me something." "Yeah." "Okay, thank you." "Remind me to set a meeting with Design..." "Sam, we think the shot came from your location." "I'm on it." "Okay, I'll remind you." "Um... did I see a bathroom back this way?" "Oh, yeah, right near the end." "Oh, thank you." "Sure." "Nell, what's the head of security's location?" "Okay, I'm pulling up the tracker data." "He's on the roof, Sam." "I'm sending you the info now." "Stay there!" "Put your hands on your head!" "You are not a venture capital investor." "You're not a security guard." "You didn't learn to fight like that in the gym." "Start talking." "That's not how we operate." "You might as well just shoot me." "That's not how we operate." "Where's your weapon?" "You already have my gun." "Your sniper rifle-- where is it?" "Sniper rifle?" "You weren't on the roof 20 minutes ago." "You couldn't have taken the shot." "Who was shot?" "You want me to answer your questions, you better start by answering mine." "Who are you?" "My name is Noam Haber," "Israeli Mossad." "What the hell are you doing on U.S. soil?" "Get up!" "I'm tracking an undercover agent for Pakistan's Inter-Services Intelligence." "We believe he's responsible for cyber attacks against Israel." "20 minutes ago, the rooftop security cameras went out." "I came up to check." "I thought you lured me here." "Do I look Pakistani to you?" "I'm NCIS." "You and me are supposed to be on the same side." "Keep your hands up." "Who's the ISI agent?" "Austin Chopra, lead programmer." "Chopra's been with my partner the entire time." "Means he could have a partner." "And this..." "is Flibbit in the raw." "Ah, that's beautiful." "Okay." "Callen, for me to access their system," "I need you to get your phone as close to the processor as you can." "You know what?" "I got to Instagram this." "Let's make this selfie an "ussie."" "I'm sorry, I can't let you post a photo of that." "It's confidential." "They're not nuclear codes." "Sorry." "Okay." "No photos." "Guess I know who the fun one around here is." "I'm in." "It looks like he's only showing you the bare minimum." "I'm gonna have to dig a little deeper." "You sure this is everything?" "It's my code." "I'm sure." "I'd like to take it home to review it." "I'm sorry." "I can't let you do that, either." "Did Larry Overson get this kind of treatment? If Jessica made an exception for Larry, you'd have to talk to her about that." "Talk to me about what?" "Um, seem to have lost your colleague." "Have you seen him?" "Right here." "Had to make another call." "We have a problem in our beverage factory." "We need to go." "Thank you for letting us poke around." "We'll be in touch." "You dropped this upstairs." "This is ISI Agent Austin Chopra." "From the security footage provided by the Mossad agent, we've identified one other potential ISI agent inside Flibbit." "Batool Shah, another programmer, who was close to the rooftop stairwell prior to Rowe's murder." "Now, her Flibbit account is filled with posts about her love of the keytar." "A dismantled rifle would fit nicely into that case." "It's a brilliant cover." "I guarantee no one's ever asked her to bust out her keytar." "Shah also used to work for Babur Jilani, a Pakistani businessman and former client of the late Wilson Rowe." "So Rowe sells the daemon to Jilani, whose business is an ISI front." "ISI activates their network, they code it into the app." "See, that's the odd part." "Eric analyzed the app this afternoon, and he couldn't find the daemon anywhere." "That's because it wasn't in the app this afternoon." "It wasn't even in the code they showed Callen, but I was able to dig deeper, and I found it." "The daemon is in Flibbit's automatic app update." "The one scheduled tonight?" "Except they jumped the gun." "It started uploading to users' phones 20 minutes ago." "So what does that mean exactly?" "Well, while I was in the system," "I managed to pull a list of Flibbit's users, all 23 million." "Some of them are senators, CEOs, active military." "ISI could use that data to blackmail politicians, force policy change." "Steal inside information." "Crash the market." "Or sell our troop movements to terrorist groups around the world." "If we don't stop this data flow, we could be looking at a disaster of international proportions." "We know that the government and military officials who use the app have been compromised." "The data the daemon is stealing will be stored on Flibbit's on-site servers." "Once they isolate the valuable Intel, they'll need to get it back to ISI." "They wouldn't take a chance sending it over a network." "So they'd need to send it physically." "External hard drive would do the trick." "We've been monitoring the building, and fortunately no one's left since the update." "We need to secure the data before they hand it over to Pakistan." "And we got to deal with the two ISI agents." "Yeah, at the very least." "Those two agents didn't even raise a red flag when we did our initial background." "There very well could be more." "But most of the employees are innocent, so if we go in weapons hot, it could get messy." "Well, we got a man on the inside" " Haber." "We don't usually get much cooperation from Mossad, but they've confirmed Haber is one of theirs." "And I think Israel hates ISI enough to put tradecraft aside for one night." "We get Haber to set off the fire alarm, innocent employees should evacuate." "ISI agents will stay to protect the data." "Send Haber a message with the plan." "Yeah." "And don't let that data out of the building." "♪ ♪" "We're here, Eric." "Fire alarm should have gone off by now." "Nothing yet." "We're watching security footage from Flibbit." "Haber is nowhere to be seen." "We can't wait." "You need to secure that data." "Where are you going?" "Plan B." "Now we're a go." "Plan B, smoke grenade." "I like it." "On your knees!" "On your knees!" "Hands on your head!" "Federal agents!" "On your knees!" "Hands on your head!" "What is going on?" "!" "Hands on your head!" "Fire alarm is off." "Don't move." "She's good." "Get down! Let me see your hands!" "Let..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." "Let me see your hands!" "My God!" "Miles!" "Clear!" "Server's on the second floor." "Stay with Jessica." "♪ ♪" "Don't move." "So sorry your friend didn't get the message." "But once I caught him exporting security footage to an outside IP address..." "You released the update early." "You got to adapt to survive." "All bubbles eventually burst, right?" "You're about to find that out firsthand." "You come any closer, I'll kill him." "We got men downstairs-- you're not going anywhere." "Take him!" "♪ ♪" "♪ ♪" "So your lawyer sold the daemon to a Pakistani businessman by the name of Babur Jilani." "Who actually works for ISI." "And we took out three of their agents inside Flibbit." "Wow." "So Larry was right." "And he paid for it with his life." "So, um, does... does the NSA still want to press charges against me for hiding the daemon?" "That's actually gonna be the least of your problems." "You see, the thing is, those ISI agents were nowhere near" "Overson's boat last night." "Maybe there were more than three." "Maybe." "Or maybe you threw" "Overson's laptop into the marina." "And maybe the coast guard fished it out a couple hours ago." "And maybe Overson waterproofed his hard drive." "Because he did use it in a boat after all." "And our people were successful at pulling his security video." "Well, look at that." "Are you kidding me?" "! Let's get out of here, man! And when we searched your lawyer's office, we found that he'd kept secret recordings-- discussions with you about how to sell the daemon." "Pretty fantastic plan, really-- you're cooperative, having us chase ISI around all day long." "And telling us just the right amount of truth to hide the lies." "And yet here we are." "I knew that we were selling the daemon to ISI, but I didn't know what they were gonna do with it, that it would end up at Flibbit." "Of course the great Larry Overson had to find it, had to ruin it." "As if he already hadn't ruined my life enough." "In one more month," "I would have started to see some of the money from the sale." "One more month, and I would have been gone." "So you, uh, swinging by Joelle's again tonight?" "Did you find something else to return to her?" "This is still a thing for you, isn't it?" "I know you said you let her go, but you were with Joelle two years." "That's not nothing, G. No." "No, it's not." "Look, maybe I was... jealous." "Garret Odell, I mean, he's... he's a handsome guy." "He's got a kid, which I know Joelle wants, and..." "I guess I thought that maybe at some point I might be... the guy." "I even bought a ring." "I had the whole thing planned out." "This restaurant that we'd always go to..." "All right, stop." "Are you done telling me what you think I want to hear?" "What do you want to hear, Sam?" "I just want to hear you're good and you have no regrets." "Of course I've got regrets." "Joelle is amazing, but... she's just not right for me." "Doesn't mean someone else out there isn't." "Well, it doesn't mean that I'm looking." "Need a ride home?" "I drove my car, remember?" "Ah, you can drive your car tomorrow." "We've wasted all day talking about this thing." "I mean, you know, we didn't get a chance to talk about anything else." "What else do we have to talk about?" "You know what, take your own damn car home." "What else we have to talk about?" "Nothing." "You want to guess what color I'm thinking again?" "Translucent." "I'll give you a hint." "I don't want a hint." "I don't need a hint." "Pakistan is denying that the people we took down are agents of ISI." "I would expect nothing less." "But they're still in possession of the daemon." "And now so are we, as we should have been as soon as Powell and Overson created it." "Anyway, now that we know what to look for, we can stop the daemon from being used as a weapon." "Until the next new thing comes along and we start the fight all over again." "Don'tpretend you don't love it, Henrietta." "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"