"[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]" "Sorry." "Which way?" "That one." " Excuse me." "I need to see your pass." " Shut up and close the door." "[PASSENGERS GASPING]" "Listen up." "Stay in your seats." "Stay calm and please don't move." "Anybody tries to text or make a phone call, they're dead." "Now, which one of you is Matt Driscoll?" "[PASSENGERS WHIMPERING]" "[PASSENGERS GASPING]" "Show yourself, Driscoll, or we kill everyone on this damn bus." " Get up." "MAN:" "Wait, wait." "I'm Matt Driscoll." "HETTY:" "Move it, Mr. Callen." "I got more body mass to move than you." "You got a lot more excuses too." "Use your legs, not your arms." "I know how to climb." "It doesn't look like it." "From here I can see your arms shaking." "Ignore her." "She's trying to psych you out again." "Careful, Mr. Callen." "One small slip and you drop a thousand feet to the jagged rocks below, splitting your head open like a pumpkin." "Where's Hetty?" "HETTY:" "I'm up here, dear." "Uh..." "Director Vance is on the phone for you." "You leave the wall, you forfeit." "Tell the director that he needs to wait the extra 30 seconds for Mr. Callen to fall." "Don't let her get in your head, G." "The director says it's urgent and also to tell you "Archangel."" "Oh, bugger." "All right." "Meet us in the bullpen." "Uh-huh." "You won." "Come on." "It's a lot faster going up than it is coming down, all right, big guy?" " Just let go." " You gonna catch me?" " You're kidding, right?" " No." "You have a mat, you'll be fine." "Come on." "I'm letting go." "[CALLEN FALLS THEN GRUNTS]" "CALLEN:" "I think I'm gonna need some ice." "SAM:" "So, what's the word?" "We're waiting on Hetty." "[SIGHS]" "Nell, what do you know?" "Archangel is the Pentagon's code alert for a major security breach." "HETTY:" "The Office of Naval Intelligence has discovered someone's uploaded the file containing thousands of classified Pentagon documents pertaining to the war in Afghanistan." "Where's Mr. Callen?" "He's icing." " Uploaded where?" " We don't know yet." " Was it a hack or an inside job?" " We don't know that either." "So, what do we know?" "We know it will be a bloody mess if it goes public." "Embarrassing to our government, valuable to our enemies." "Dangerous to our military." "I've got something." "I've been working with the Pentagon, might have a lead on the leak." "Maybe not who took it, but I've got the IP address of the person that received the uploaded file." "IP is owned by Ray Crossen." "Good news is he's local." "Lives in Santa Monica." "What's the bad news, Mr. Beale?" "He has his own popular web blog specializing in governmental exposés." "A bit of a recluse, likes to keep his identity secret." "Has he posted the file onto his site yet?" " Not yet." " Can you shut down his server?" "His server, his cell service, his electricity, you name it." "Can you get me free cable?" "No, because that would be piracy." "Shut him down, Mr. Beale." "Mr. Hanna, Santa Monica, and take your gravitationally challenged partner with you." "[CHUCKLES]" "SAM:" "Another day in paradise." "Gotta love that fresh ocean air." "You mean the smell of fish?" "It's one of the reasons I moved away from here." "We come from the ocean, G. It's Mother Nature's womb." "It's true." "It's the primordial soup of life." "Stop with the New Age stuff." "You know that freaks me out." "Next thing I know you'll be rubbing me with crystals." "You alienate yourself from the cycles of the Earth, it's not good." "That's why you can't sleep." "Your circadian rhythm is all messed up." "Are you saying I don't have any rhythm?" "Don't make me break out my running man on you again." "Last time you unleashed your running man, people thought you were having a seizure." "How are we gonna do this?" "Where's the fun in that?" "Federal agents." "CALLEN:" "Mr. Crossen?" "[WATER RUNNING]" "Got a body." "It's Crossen." "SAM:" "The place is clear." "I'm guessing they waterboarded him then drowned him." "Here we go." "That's our missing file." "It's worthless without the decryption key." "[LINE RINGING]" "ERIC [OVER PHONE]:" "Yeah." " Eric." "Ray Crossen is dead." "Look, we got a computer here." "It looks like it might be the classified Pentagon file on it." "You should have access to it now." " I got it." "CALLEN:" "Can you open it?" "I'm trying." "You okay?" "I'm okay." "You don't look okay." "I just don't understand why someone would do this." "Betray their own." "A lot of different reasons according to Nate." "None of them good." "Callen, this is seriously encrypted." "Well, how long until you can crack it?" "Anywhere between an hour and never." "I honestly don't know." "Can you tell if anyone's opened it?" "Oh, somebody's been trying." "Thirty-two attempts to be exact, all of them failed." "But they did make a copy onto a flash drive." " Not good." "CALLEN:" "Got it." "They copied it." "Gotta assume Crossen didn't know the decryption key." "But whoever sent him the stolen Pentagon file does." "They're next." "HETTY:" "Mr. Callen?" "I just got off the phone with Director Vance." "He's on his way to brief SECNAV, who in turn has an appointment with the president." "You know what that means, don't you?" "Heads are gonna roll." "It's that other end of one's anatomy I'm worried about." "The ass chewing gets worse on the way back down the ladder." "Well, does that mean you're next?" "No, because you're going to resolve this before that happens." "I will do my best to protect your assets." "Crossen's server and laptop have drawn a blank." "Compartmentalized encryption, multiple proxies, and if he had an e-mail list, it was in his head." "But what we do have are his loyal followers who log onto his website regularly to read the latest doom." "Now, I figure whoever uploaded the classified files to his website was probably a frequent visitor." " How many frequent visitors?" " Over 700." "So I filtered them through Nell's data analysis." "We've been anatomizing the type of documents that might have been accessed from the Pentagon." "We can eliminate anyone without the security clearance." "And by cross-referencing Eric's information, we were able to track it to one standout candidate." "The admin department of one Shaktorn Defense Systems." "They uploaded it to Crossen." "It's a defense contractor, works for the Navy." " We got a name?" "NELL:" "Not yet." "They run their own internal network through a secure system." "So we can't tell which computer was used." "Whoever it was uploaded the file to Crossen." "Crossen hadn't posted it onto his website yet because they didn't give him a key." "So they're anxiously waiting." "We send a message from Crossen to every computer in the admin department." "Tell them Crossen needs to meet to discuss an important development." "Flush out the real culprit." "Sounds like a plan." "How did they know?" "How did who know?" "The team that's after this decryption key." "The guys who killed Crossen." "How did they know the file was coming?" "One answer at a time." "Ugh." "If I drink another espresso somebody's gonna have to bring me some Rolaids." "I told you to switch to decaf." "CALLEN:" "Kensi, do you see anything?" " No." "Oh, this is awesome." " What are you looking for?" " I'm looking for something to eat." "Well, that's a glove compartment, not a refrigerator." "Yeah, like you don't stash your Ho Hos in here." "All right, come on, lady." "Don't hold out on me because I am starving." " I don't have anything." " Yes, you do." " I don't have anything." " How come I smell..." "[SNIFFING]" " Peanut butter cups?" " What?" "Yeah, peanut butter, chocolate, I smell it." " Where is it?" " No, no." "Do you know why you smell them?" " Because..." " Because?" "I left one on the seat and it melted many, many, many months ago." "So why do we smell it now?" "Hmm?" "Got an anxious brunette coming up on Callen." " She's clocking him." " I got her." "Ray Crossen?" "Sorry." "Hey, hi, have a seat." " You must be..." " Jenny." "It's nice to finally meet you, Jenny." "What did you need to talk about?" "I just wanna ask you some questions." "You know, my blog is important to me." "I feel like what I do has an impact on others." "I agree." "Then you agree that it's important for people to know the truth." "Like you say on the website," ""True freedom only comes with the transparency of our government."" "Exactly." "My blog is my reputation, which is why I need to know where you got that file from and what's in it exactly." "I can't do that." "I won't publish any names, I just wanna make sure it's the real deal." "Trust me, it is." "But I have to protect my source." "DEEKS:" "Heads up, I think Jenny brought company." "Callen, check the couple behind you." "Got them." "KENSl:" "There's another one coming in the opposite direction." "They're boxing them in." "Let's go." " You hearing this, Sam?" " I hear what you're saying." "Get ready to move." " Hey." "SAM:" "We need to move now." " What are you doing?" "SAM:" "You're in danger." "FRISBEE:" "Expect me to say something?" "CALLEN:" "How about excuse me?" "FRISBEE:" "You bumped into me." "Oh, really." "Is that it?" "[HORN HONKS]" "FRISBEE:" "Get the hell out of my way." " Oh, you're one of those, huh?" "Think you own the sidewalk?" "I bet you do the same on the freeway." "Think you own that too." "Maybe you gotta get home faster than everybody else, is that it?" "Let's go." "In your big fat European sports car." "Hey, I'm talking to you." " Who are you?" " Did you lose somebody?" "I hate when that happens." " I wouldn't do that if I were you." "MAN:" "Whoa." "DEEKS:" "Good morning." " You're making a big mistake." " That's actually my line." "Are you prepared to shoot three FBI agents in broad daylight?" "May I?" "Left hand." "You looking for this?" "Oh, buddy, that badge better be real or my partner's gonna kick you in the FBI balls." "Is that what you call surveillance?" "Well, we sure as hell surveilled your FBI asses." "You're interfering with a federal investigation." " Our investigation, actually." " We've been working this for months." "Then it's clearly time for us to take over." "You wouldn't have even known there was a leak if Naval Intelligence hadn't discovered it." "Isn't that an oxymoron?" "No." "But there is a moron in all this." "Several, in fact." "Oh, snap." "What?" "Point, Kensi, FBI serves." "FRISBEE:" "You've overstepped your jurisdiction." "We're the senior agency here." "Good point, but it's best to be sure about a thing like that." "I'll get Hetty in on this." "[PHONE DIALING]" "Hetty?" "As in Henrietta Lange?" "CALLEN:" "Hetty, Callen." " Do you know her?" "We've heard stories." "Sounds like a whole lot of urban legend." "[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]" "She's real." "And you do not want that little chupacabra surveilling your asses." "She wants to talk to you." "[CHUCKLES] Oh." "This is Agent Frisbee." "Langdon Archibald Frisbee, born in Hackensack, New Jersey." "Agent Langdon Archibald Frisbee, from Hackensack?" " Yes." " His wife's name is Darlene." " How's your wife, Darlene?" " She's fine." "Lots of late-night phone calls to this woman, a Heather Teasdale." "She's a recent divorcée, works in the same building." "How's Heather?" "[CLEARS THROAT]" " Heather?" " Teasdale." "Oh, no." "Oh, was that a secret?" "I'm so sorry." "I think we can both agree," "Agent Frisbee, that this is a matter of national security." "It's Frisbee." "I would hate to have to call Bobby and complain to him about your reluctance to collaborate with us on such a serious matter." "Bobby?" "Your director." "Ahem." "I don't think that will be necessary." "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that." "Have a wonderful day, Agent Frisbee." "It's Fris..." "Is everything okay?" "Tell them." "We were tasked to investigate a series of low-level leaks here in Los Angeles." "Our investigation has been focusing on a petty officer." "We know he had a partner, but we didn't know who it was until today." "The woman who met Sam." "And her name is?" "Jennifer Weincroft." " She's an admin manager at..." " Shaktorn Defense Systems." "Your turn." "Where is she?" "I have no idea." "JENNY:" "Are you going to arrest me?" "It depends on what you've done." "And what can be undone." "How long do we have to stay up here?" "Until it's safe enough to leave." "Until you tell me what you know." "And what makes you think I need your help?" "Because I'm pretty sure you don't wanna end up like the guy you came to see." "Ray Crossen." " Who did that?" " That's what I'm trying to find out." "My boyfriend's in the Navy." "He compiled operational and after-battle reports." "First in Iraq, more recently in Afghanistan." "After a while it started to get to him." "Get to him how?" "It wore him down." "Day after day, reading the reports, compiling casualty lists, feeling helpless to do anything." "He's a petty officer with top-level security clearance." "At some point, our petty officer went from believer to an observer." "From patriot to traitor." "He started stealing classified documents?" "He asked me to leak material onto the Internet." "He just wanted someone to listen." "And you agreed?" "I just wanted to help him get through this." "FRISBEE:" "What started out as some rather benign statistics eventually ballooned into a full-scale breach of very sensitive material." "What kind of material?" "We don't know exactly." "He logged into a database that contained information about past operations in Iraq and ongoing operations in Afghanistan, including black ops." "Your boyfriend was trying to affect change by shaming the government into changing its policy." "What's your boyfriend's name, Jenny?" " We can't reveal that." "CALLEN:" "You haven't brought him in?" "FRISBEE:" "Oh, we know where he is, every second." "I thought we were cooperating." "I think we've told you enough." "Hetty is not gonna like that." "[CELL PHONE RINGING]" "That's probably her now." " Yeah." " Her boyfriend's name is Matt Driscoll." "Petty Officer Matt Driscoll." "I'm sending an address." " Got it." " So?" "So I think we're good." "Thank you for sharing." "We'll be sure to let you know if we find anything and I hope you'll do the same for us." "Of course." "DEEKS:" "Oh, and, uh, we don't validate, just in case you're wondering." "Oh, and, uh, be sure to try the churros around the corner." "They're awesome." "Jenny's boyfriend is Petty Officer Matt Driscoll." "Lives in Silver Lake." " I e-mailed you the address." " We're on it." " Eric." "ERIC:" "Yeah." "We're gonna need everything we've got on Petty Officer Matt Driscoll." "Matt's a good man." "Good men don't steal national secrets." "Matt's not a traitor, Agent Hanna." "He just wants someone to listen." "He took an oath when he joined the Navy." "I know and so does he." "He's just so torn up about doing this." "I swear, he just didn't know what else to do." "Promise me you won't hurt him." "I'm trying to help him." "But he has to let us." "Call him." "Tell him to go home and wait." "Tell him we're coming." "[SIGHS]" "[WHISTLES]" "I like the way you handled that FBI agent." "Can you believe her attitude?" "You should've thrown down with her." "Why, so you could watch us catfight?" "What?" "No." "Wait, maybe." "What about a pillow fight in lingerie?" "See, now you're just teasing me." "KENSl:" "Someone's inside." " Driscoll?" "Didn't get a good look." "I'll cover the back." "You take the front." "Oh, Kensi?" " Petty Officer Matt Driscoll?" " Yeah." "NCIS." "They've got weapons, get down." "More company." " Six is clear." "KENSl:" "Okay." "Go." " You okay?" " Yeah, you?" "DEEKS:" "Yeah, got it." "JENNY:" "Oh, my God." " Stay here." " Driscoll?" " He came, he saw, he fled." "Pick-up, Eric's putting out a BOLO." "Two down, two got away." "Cashed up, no ID." "They were inside waiting for him." " How's our girl?" " On edge." "[CELL PHONE RINGING]" "SAM:" "Go." " I'm putting you on speaker, Sam." "Two shooters at Driscoll's house were both contract soldiers." "Travis Dale Donovan, former British Army, and Peter Van Hoost, former South African National Defence Force." "Mercenaries." "Arrived in the country on tourist visas three weeks ago." "Multiple entries into the U.S., Europe, Asia and Africa over the past 18 months." " These guys get around." " Who do they get around with?" "NELL:" "Known associates, Jans Christian Kemp, former captain in the old South African Defence Force." "Kemp runs a private security firm based in Amsterdam." "Boasts he has connections on all levels of U.S. Government." "And then there's Bradford Harris Elgin, former Army Ranger from Ohio." "Cashed out 12 years ago." "Bet they all flew in on the same flight." "Send the photos to Kensi and Deeks to ID." "Eric, see if you can track Driscoll." "Sam, what are you thinking?" "I'm thinking classified intel is not worth much on the black market if everybody with a computer can download it on the Internet." " They need that decryption key." " They need Driscoll." "FBI still claiming they don't know what's in that file?" " Yeah." " You believe them?" "It's possible." "The only one who can answer that is..." " Him again." " Popular guy." "Not with everyone." "That is one of the guys." "Yeah, there's your other one." "Driscoll is downtown somewhere, I can't pinpoint him." "He turned off his GPS." "Driscoll answered last time Jenny called." "The last time he did what she asked, he ended up almost getting killed." "Will you call Matt again?" "MATT [ON RECORDING]:" "Leave your number, I'll get back to you." "Matt, it's Jenny." "Call me as soon as you get this." "Where would he go if he was scared?" "My place." "Who are they?" "FBI." " What do they want?" " You." "Agent Frisbee." "Hey, buddy, you missed a shootout." "Oh, thanks for taking care of our suspect." "We'll take it from here." "Sorry, I can't do that, I just arrested her." "How long will that process take, Agent Blye?" "Forty-eight hours." "Shocking, isn't it?" "Please find him." "KENSl:" "This way." "You guys waited too long to move." "And when you did it was too late." "Now you wanna save face by doing it all on your own." "You guys don't even know what Driscoll downloaded into those files, do you?" "We will win this." "You know that." "I'll tell Hetty to expect your call." "[LINE RINGING]" "ERIC:" "Yeah." "Eric, I need Jenny Weincroft's address." " Copy that." " Jenny reach him, Sam?" "He didn't pick up but she says he'll go to her place." "FBI just left empty-handed." "They're not happy." "Now where's Jenny?" "Deeks and Kensi are taking her to the boatshed." "Address is on your phone." " Meet you there." "SAM:" "Cool." "ERIC:" "Yeah?" " Eric, I'm at the address." " What's G's ETA?" " Callen's still 20 minutes out, Sam." "Thanks." "Matt Driscoll, Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS." "Matt, Jenny sent me." "Come on." " You alone?" " Yeah." "What the hell is happening?" "Is Jenny okay?" "Told me to go home, when I got there..." "You walked into something." " Who were they?" " They want what you've got." "What could I possibly have...?" "The decryption key." "They want the decryption key." "The file is worthless without it." "Here, give it to them for God's sake." " That quick, huh?" " That quick." "What did you download exactly?" "You can see for yourself." "I can't..." "I can't look at it anymore, I can't keep doing it." "This was Jenny's idea." "Putting this file together, she thought it would help." "Did you ever do a tour?" " No." " Ever volunteer?" "Is that what you think?" "I'm a coward?" "Are you?" "Every rotation, I volunteer." "I always get knocked back." "Same reason every time, "too valuable."" "We who stay behind serve as well." "Now they give a medal for that." "That's me, too valuable." "Too good at what I do." "What do you do?" "Turn names into numbers." "People into statistics." "Important stuff, right?" "Nobody's better at it." "Good old Matt, Mr. Numbers." " Are you former military?" " SEAL." " You'll never understand." " Try me." "Operational debriefs." "After-action reports." "Names." "Places." "Dead, wounded, breaking and broken." "You know what my CO said to me?" "No one in the military knows as much as I do in my field." "No one." "And at the end of the day, I just turn them into numbers." "Your friends are here." "I'm only expecting one." "Is there a back way out of this place?" "MAN:" "Let's go." "Eric, tell Callen we've got company, Kemp." " Party of seven." "ERIC:" "Copy that." "Nell, I need a street map." "Six block radius centered on Sam's current location." "Typing." "Alert Kensi and Deeks, tell them to get there." "Callen, we've got a little problem." "KEMP:" "Check the back." "Move." "If you stopped for doughnuts, I will be pissed." "I can stop if you want." "What's the sit-rep?" "SAM:" "Driscoll's with me." "We're south of the apartment building." "The cross street is 23rd." "Can you get to your car?" "Kemp's flooding the area." " They're boxing us in." " I'll be there in ten minutes." "I'm not sure we got ten minutes." "Wait, Sam, the FBI said they knew where Driscoll was every second." "Kemp must have hacked into the system." "Driscoll's bugged." "SAM:" "Give me your phone." "MATT:" "Here." "Hey, what the hell?" "You're bugged with a GPS locator." "Wristwatch, keys, anything electronic." "Come on, come on." "That's all I got." "Come on, we gotta keep moving." "MATT:" "What about a cab?" "SAM:" "In L. A?" "What, are you kidding me?" " Nowhere to run, G. CALLEN:" "Be there in five." " Drive faster." " Where to?" "SAM:" "There." "DRIVER:" "The Hollywood Safari Tour will be leaving very shortly." "They're still tracking you." "Empty your pockets." "MATT:" "The garage remote." "[REMOTE CLATTERING]" "DRIVER:" "Excuse me, I need to see your pass." "Shut up, close the door." "[TRACKER BEEPING]" "Listen up." "Stay in your seats." "Stay calm and please don't move." "Anybody tries to text or make a phone call, they're dead." "Now, which one of you is Matt Driscoll?" "[PASSENGERS SCREAMING]" "Show yourself, Driscoll, or we kill everyone on this damn bus." " Get up." " Wait, wait." "I'm Matt Driscoll." "[PASSENGERS SCREAMING]" "[MATT GROANING]" "The FBI assigns you one agent." "Tsk-tsk-tsk." "You're worth more than that, Driscoll." "Off the bus, move." "I don't have the decryption key." "You don't get it, do you?" "It's not the file I want." "It's your talent to get into the Pentagon database." "You have any idea how much that's worth to me?" "That's not him, that's not Driscoll." "Eric, I need an ambulance, now." "Multiple casualties, one of them is Driscoll." "On it." "[MOANS]" "Help is on the way." "You hang in there." "You hear me, Matt?" "Help's coming." "[GRUNTING]" "Names, not numbers." "It's too late." "Next time you wanna entrap someone, be prepared for the consequences." "FRISBEE:" "Come on, get in the car." "Every time he applied for a posting, I prayed they'd say no, and they did." "Made me happy, made him sad." "He said releasing the file on the Internet was your idea." "I thought it would help him." "He was so haunted by his work." "What happens now?" "There'll be an investigation." "And the FBI?" "Them too." "I did it for Matt." "So he'd have something he could be proud of." "You haven't looked at the files." "No." "Agent Callen mentioned that Matt said something?" "Your name." "[SNIFFLING]" "[SOBBING]" "FBI is on their way over." "I'll wait with her." "Which would suggest that I'm going somewhere?" "For Eric." "What did Driscoll really say before he died?" ""Names, not numbers."" " See if that works." " Decryption key." "Hetty's looking for you." "Something about unfinished business." "It works." "They're all Special Forces." "DEEKS:" "Somebody wanna explain why this is so sensitive?" "It's not." "The FBI just thought it might be." "ERIC:" "So, what is it exactly?" "A tribute." "To the fallen." "Driscoll wasn't accessing confidential information to steal secrets." "He was compiling the names of soldiers killed on classified missions." "Names, not serial numbers." "CALLEN:" "You know, I didn't fire my first gun until I was 20." "Ah." "A necessary evil in our trade, I'm afraid." "We are a violent bunch, aren't we?" "Humans." "Sometimes." "But we can also be poetic, musical, spiritual, compassionate." "So, what is it that made Driscoll do what he did?" "Oh, misguided frustration." "Throughout history, warriors were heralded." "Stories were told, songs were sung, statues were built." "Today it's easy to forget the sacrifices our men and women make when much of the country is more concerned with dancing celebrities." "This is starting to sound an awful lot like a pep talk in why we keep doing this." "I don't need to tell you that." "No, this is where I give you a chance to feel better by granting you a rematch." "Climbing wall." "Ten minutes." "And what makes you think I want a rematch?" "I just thought you'd like to dispel the rumor going around that you were owned when we last met." "Yeah." "SAM:" "You can't hold back, G. You gotta go for it." "You win up here, not up there." "Don't look." "She's just gonna think you're nervous." "Thank you, coach." "Ha." "I'm not nervous, I am resigned." "Come on, Mr. Callen, I can't hang out up here all night." "Don't want her beating you before you get to the wall." " She's already beat me three times." " Best of seven." "You can do it." " So I can lose one more?" " Where's your fighting spirit, G?" "Sam, it's Hetty." "Yeah." "You're screwed."