"Anbingo." "Anb♪ go." "Drop the gun!" "Stop!" "♪ NCIS:" "LA 5x08 ♪ Fallout Original air date on November 12, 2013" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "♪" "Ah." "Nice cabinets." "You built those yourself?" "From scratch." "Wow." "How long did that take?" "About a month." "A month?" "Yeah." "Why didn't you just hire a professional?" "I spent a fraction of what it would cost by doing it myself." "Yeah, but you spent quadruple the time a professional would have." "And what's your point?" "Well, my point is that if you'd hired a pro, you could have spent more time doing the things you love." "Yeah, and by doing it myself," "I saved more money for the ones I love." "I just don't get it." "Of course you don't-- you don't have kids." "I mean, what do you spend money on?" "We have the same salary." "Hetty practically gave you a house." "And yet I'm always picking up the check." "Who am I to deny your generosity?" "Besides, this is about your inability to relinquish control and hire a professional." "Am I hearing that Sam is DIY'ing again?" "Oh, yeah." "He just spent a month building some shelves." "Cabinets." "And it was only a couple of weeks." "Now, you said a month." "Why don't you just hire a professional?" "Take that time for yourself to relax." "Exactly." "This coming from another one who lives alone." "What?" "Building relaxes me." "Besides, it's good for a man to know that he can create with his hands." "I use my hands." "I use my hands to pick up the phone and call a professional." "And then I use my hand to use my credit card and pay that professional." "Where's the fun in that?" "I'll tell you where the fun is." "The fun is in the, uh, mojitos that we're sipping while the guy that we're paying is doing the work." "That's what I'm talking about." "That's what I'm talking about." "No, I totally agree with Sam." "A woman likes a guy who can build things; it's sexy." "It stems from a primal attraction for shelter." "I built a tree house once-- how is that for sexy?" "I guarantee that's not still standing." "Maybe not, but it's where I lost my..." "TMI." "Grip" " I was gonna say it's where I lost my grip, fell down, broke my coccyx" " I got a scar;" "you want to see it?" "No." "Whoa." "Is that..." "Morse code?" ""We got a case."" "Eric." "He's calling us up to ops." "I think it's time for an intervention." "Good luck with that." "I have a small window to contact the Molina Cartel informant" "I'm gonna take it." "I'll cover you in ops." "What are you doing?" "It's like a gentle massage." "It's in my glutes." "Ew." "What?" "I did squats this morning." "Yeah?" "Couple of yah-ho-ho, little hee-haw-ho's." "God, that's nice!" "Ew." "Hey, let me see your phone." "I can use one for each glute." "That's just gross." "Bring this puppy up to a little shiatsu." " Morse code?" "Really?" " Keeping it fresh." "Uh-huh." "What's next, smoke signals?" "Don't." "What do we have?" "A, uh, robbery and a shooting early this morning at a Department of Energy research facility." "The security guard is retired" "Marine Gunnery Sergeant Dennis Martin." "He is currently in surgery at UCLA." "The guard got off two shots, center mass." "Didn't know the shooter was wearing a vest." "What'd they steal?" "The United States MINDS locations." "As in governmental mind-control?" "As in MINDS." "Miniature Integrated Nuclear Detection System." "It's an antiterrorism device that can locate and detect sources of radiation that could be used in a nuclear bomb." "What makes it a deterrent for bad guys is that it's unobtrusive and can be anywhere-- building lobbies, train stations, entry gates across the country." "If terrorists know where the sensors are, they can transport a nuclear device through a U.S. city undetected." "Incoming." "Ms. Jones, send a copy of the case information to my desk immediately." "Copy that." "No, this isn't weird at all." "I heard that, Mr. Deeks." "I'm pretty sure that look just pierced my soul." "What do we know about the dead guy?" "Brody Stallworth." "Long list of high-profile home robberies." "He's bypassed most of the latest state-of-the-art security systems that the private sector has to offer." "And the other guy?" "No I.D. on the motorcyclist." "So we have a "master thief," and then we have the "other guy."" "I'm just saying, for partners, it's clearly an imbalance of perceived value." "Running low on self-esteem, are we?" "Maybe." "The "other guy" got away on his motorcycle." "Looks like he took a bullet." "And he's probably looking for medical attention." "Right." "I'll check the hospitals." "And Stallworth's last known address was in North Hollywood." "I've just downloaded it to your smartphones." "Sam and I will check out Stallworth's place." "Kensi, why don't you and the, uh," ""other guy" check out the Department of Energy, see what you can find." "Of course." "The "other guy, that's great." "Just take the rest of my soul, why don't you." "Federal agents!" "Clear." "Clear!" "G, down here!" "Huh." "You having a little tool envy?" "Hardly." "But this is impressive." "These guys definitely knew what they were doing." "They were building custom tools for their jobs." "It looks like they were using the cover of an HVAC company to get the layout of their targets." "I know that look." "It just doesn't make sense." "I understand these guys were skilled at what they do..." "The right tools help." "But they're glorified cat burglars." "It's a blue-collar operation, it's hands-on, but think about it, the Department of Energy?" "Mm." "It's way above their pay grade." "That is not your typical B-and-E." "Hmm." "Looks like he splurged for parking." "Let's check it out." "You care to take a guess?" "That one." "Good guess." "Guess he came home to die." "In the video, he was shot only once in the his shoulder." "He has three close-range wounds to the torso." "Look at the blood spatter." "He tracked him back to finish the job." "Or... our shooter knew he was coming back here." "Tied up loose ends." "G." "Say "cheese."" "Might have gotten a shot of our guy." "I'll get the Wonder Twins on it." "They came in through the ventilation system." "They navigated the ductwork and dropped down in front" " of this station." " How many systems on this floor?" "Uh, maybe 40." "So they break in, they know exactly which station to hack?" "The system wasn't hacked." "It was accessed normally." "That's why no security was tripped." "Every station needs a personal passkey to log on to their specific system." "Whose station is this?" "Uh, Roy Kessler's." "But Roy is a great guy." "Let me guess, great guy that buys margaritas on Fridays?" "Hm?" "And then didn't show up for work today." "As a matter of fact..." "I'm gonna need his address." "I'm gonna call it in." "Roy Kessler has a flight booked out of Burbank, but you better hurry-- he's hired a car service to pick him up in 20 minutes." "Okay, Roy, let's see what you got in here." "Two pair of slacks." "T-shirt." "Birth certificate." "You're taking a trip to New York and this is all you pack?" "Are you in a rush?" "I don't know about you, but I over-pack when I go to the valley." "Maybe he was gonna shop when he got there." "I can explain." "We know your passkey was used in the robbery last night." "Why were you running?" "I know how this looks..." "I don't think you do." "Okay, look..." "I was partying with these two girls last night." "Way out of my league." "So I'm thinking working girls, right?" "But at this point I could care less." "Things got a little crazy." "Next thing I remember, I'm waking up at home." "Alone." "I must have been drugged." "Nothing like a good old-fashioned honeypot." "It wasn't until I heard about the robbery on the news that I noticed that my passkey was missing." "So rather than help with the investigation, you decided to skip town." "I logged on to the system to see what the thieves accessed." "I guess I panicked." "Why?" "Because they only copied part of the MINDS databases." "Which part?" "Los Angeles County." "We're all in danger." "Okay, so where do we even start?" "Pinpointing a target's gonna be damn near impossible." "L.A. County's 4,752 square miles." "Got a nuke in a haystack." "There's no way we can evacuate a whole county." "Whoever stole this thing is looking to make some coin, or this is a terrorist attack in its final stage." "Well, the security camera from Stallworth's garage paid off." "Our shooter entered the alley wearing a ski mask." "I'm sorry, how is that a payoff?" "Well, we figured someone walking around in a ski mask would draw attention, so we scanned the area, and we fund him using a pay phone two blocks away." "Same clothes, same build, no ski mask." "Okay, honestly, who still uses a pay phone?" "I'd rather kiss the Outbreak monkey than use a pay phone." "How are you a germaphobe?" "I've seen your apartment." "Okay, I'm fine with my own germs, and you, of all people, should not be giving housekeeping notes." "I've seen cleaner litter boxes." "Oh, meow." "We got an I.D.?" "No." "Nothing through facial rec yet." "I'll see if the boys in blue can pull a print off that coin-operated petri dish." "Remember that gum I gave you?" "Dropped it on the bathroom floor first." "That's not funny." "Guys." "Gunnery Sergeant Martin, the D.O.E. security guard, he just got out of surgery." "He's conscious." "Two tours in the Middle East, and I get shot at home." "And working as a security guard, no less." "You're lucky to be alive." "I'm not so sure about that." "Bullet nicked my spine." "Doc's not sure I'm gonna walk again." "Then you prove them wrong." "You're a Marine;" "that's what you do." "Oorah to that." "Is there anything else you can tell us about what happened?" "Uh... give me the phone." "You got something?" "I saw the shooter drive away." "Tried to snap a shot before I blacked out." "This is a great lead." "Call it Marine training." "Oorah, indeed." "I heard you pulled the Griffin file." "Is that why you're here?" "Well, that and the small matter of a possible nuclear bomb threatening L.A. County." "You think Griffin's behind it?" "I hope not." "It makes sense." "We suspected Griffin's team of selling secrets when they initiated the nuclear detection program years ago." "Yes, but we couldn't prove anything." "Doesn't mean he wasn't guilty." "Your investigation cost him his career." "His destructive lifestyle cost him his career." "Of course." "You still blame me for letting him go." "Whether I do or don't is irrelevant." "What matters is, if Griffin's behind a nuclear attack, everyone from the SECNAV to the Commander in Chief most certainly will blame you." "And that, Henrietta, will be the end of your career." "What do you got?" "You may want to send" "Gunnery Sergeant Martin an Edible Arrangement-- footage from his mobile device came through." "I love those things." "I get the kiwis in the shape of the animals, and I pretend I'm a lion, and I'm, like..." "You realize you're talking out loud, right?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Kaleidoscope got a hit on the shooters' plates." " Where?" " It's gone now, but... an hour ago, the car was parked at a warehouse in Echo Park." "Callen and Sam are already en route." "Tell them we're on the way." "Kensi and Deeks are on their way." "It's locked." "I got it." "Clear." "Clear." "Well..." "I knew skipping that hieroglyphics class" "What do you think the pins represent?" "There's too many to be MINDS locations." "Has to be a key around here somewhere to decipher it." "Whoa!" "Whoa, man." "We're on your side." "I told you to send them an alert when we were coming in." "I did." "Oh!" "There it is." "It's not my fault we move faster than the speed of cellular." "I got something here." "What is it?" "It's routing information for cobalt 60." "That's medical- grade isotope." "Medical-grade?" "That means we're not talking about a nuclear explosion." "No, cobalt 60's something you'd use to make a dirty bomb." "The blast waves from the explosion would be more lethal than a radioactive explosion." "He's trying to scare 'em." "This is all about psychological harm." "Think about it." "Mass panic... economic damage, terror." "This isn't a weapon of mass destruction, it's a weapon of mass disruption." "So these markers could all be cobalt 60 locations." "Yeah, but there's no way to tell what these locations are." "Kensi, why don't you and Deeks focus on this routing information,st where this cobalt 60 came from." "On it." "It's useless." "If this guy was able to secure materials to make a dirty bomb, we may already be out of time." "You wanted to see me?" "How we doing?" "Well, nobody in the warehouse, but lots of intel." "We're trying to decipher it as we speak." "I'm about to go on-site to get a firsthand look." "Send Mr. Beale." "Okay." "I need to know where this man is." "Kelvin C. Griffin." "Is he involved in the case?" "I hope not." "This is priority one." "Drop everything." "Find him." "I'll get right on it." "Nell?" "For my eyes only." "Of course." "We're missing something." "It's impossible without the legend." "I'm good, but I'm hardly a legend." "Where's Nell?" "I think the question is, "Eric, how did you get an I.D." "on the shooter?" Answer:" "I was granted access to the CIA database." "In exchange for favors to be called in later." "Don't ask." "Really?" "Just a... picture password." "Ferat Hadad." "He's a member of As-Sai'qa." "Syrian special forces." "The CIA isn't talking, but you get the impression that they want him real bad." "So, a Syrian commando has in his possession U.S. MINDS locations." "What's his next move?" "We may never know if we have to decipher all this first." "Well, allow me." "Huh." "Yeah." "Okay, interesting." "Very interesting." "What does it mean?" "Not a clue." "Oh, I'm patched in to the D.O.E. security system." "They just got a MINDS alert." "Where?" "Uh, Grand Park." "Downtown." "Hold on a second." "What are we doing with him?" "We can't leave him here alone." "He's not." "I'm the backup." "Should we ask?" "No." "You should go, quickly." "Hi." "Well, it looks pretty quiet." "I don't even see the dude selling death by hot dog wrapped in bacon." "Possible false alarm?" "No, something set off that alarm." "This just doesn't feel right." "Whoever stole that tech had to know we'd be on alert." "This could be a setup." "That's true, but if there's the slightest chance it's legit, we got to check it out." "Right." "Let's split up and sweep the area." "Look for anything abandoned-- check the trash cans, search for anything deserted." "Got it." "Could be on someone's person." "You mean like a bomb vest?" "There." "Guy in the beige jacket." "It's Hadad." "He's looking for somebody." "He's on the move." "I'll take the right flank." "Stop!" "Federal agents!" "It's over!" "Let her go." "Drop your weapon!" "Now!" "Don't do it." "Do not do it." "Hadad!" "Come with me." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "We're federal agents." "You're safe." "Oh, my God..." "No bomb." "Callen." "I don't suppose it occurred to you to try and take him alive?" "He had a hostage." "Where's Hetty?" "With Beale." "Why?" "What's going on?" "Nothing you want to know about." "Check it out." "West doors, 2:00, gray suit." "Think they're having a meeting, or you think he was following him?" "Guy like Hadad?" "He was here to take him out." "Maybe Nell can... tell us who he is." "Hadad's not wearing a bomb vest, so what set off the MINDS alert?" "Excuse me." "Can I borrow this?" "Sure." "Thank you." "Excuse me, guys." "It's weak, but it's positive." "Did you find something?" "Cobalt 60." "The guy's clothes are covered in it." " Uh..." " Relax." "It's less than what we're exposed to on a daily basis, but it was enough to set the sensors off." "We should probably still take a shower." "I got a positive I.D. on our magazine guy." "The guy's name is Richard Towson." "He's a businessman in East Cleveland, Ohio." "Ohio?" "What's he doing in Los Angeles?" "He's not." "He's still in Ohio." "Hadad was targeting a man 2,000 miles away-- it makes no sense." "It might if Hadad was set up to trigger the sensors-- they're gauging our protocol." "Wide-open space... possibility of large groups of people." "Response times, agencies, device sensitivity." "It's a test." "Well, so if he's willing to sacrifice radioactive material on a test..." "It stands to reason he has more to make an actual dirty bomb." "Right." "Wonderful." "Damn, it makes no sense." "Every time I think I'm close, the pattern changes." "There are just too many pins." "Persistence, Mr. Beale." "I've tried every code-cracking formula known to man." "Maybe it's time to try those known to women." "Are you suggesting that Nell is better at these sort of things?" "Is she?" "Can I ask you a question," "Hetty?" "I'd probably prefer you focus on the task at hand." "Why are you here?" "What's going on?" "Is everything okay?" "It's, uh, possible... that the man who's behind this is someone who once... slipped through my fingers." "That sucks." "Indeed." "Hmm, this looks promising." "You sneaky son of a cipher." "What are we looking at?" "It's a map... of the entire West Coast." "Let's see what this one does." "It's color-coded." "Yellow flags go with the yellow border." "And this one." "My best guess is, these pins represent vulnerable targets from San Diego all the way up to Seattle." "And the red flags?" "They go with the red border." "The flags must represent his targets." "Which, in this case, is a one-mile radius of downtown Los Angeles." "We're coordinating with FBI, LAPD and the NEST teams, Mr. Secretary." "We're closing in on them." "The moment we do, sir." "Tell me we got something." "A one-mile radius around downtown still leaves hundreds of potential targets." "And we're no closer to finding the target than we are to finding the guy who set up Hadad." "Doesn't add up." "This could've been the attack." "Why wait?" "Could be a diversion." "So what else in the area should we be looking at?" "It's not what we're looking at, it's what's looking at us." "Think about it." "If this is your test, how do you know if you're successful?" "All right, fan out." "We're looking for an outlier." "Sounds like a voyeur-- they observe from a distance, telephoto lens, two-way mirrors." "Something you want to tell me, Deeks?" "Just ignore the garden gnome outside your bedroom window." "Okay." "Now, can we get a bird's-eye view of the response teams?" "We're thinking our guy might be hiding in plain sight." "Okay, I've got eyes on the area from multiple feeds." "Let's see." "Southeast corner of Hill Street, there's a man in a NEST windbreaker." "He's standing just outside the police perimeter." "Nell, we don't see him." "Got him." "Oh, boy." "What is it, Nell?" "Uh, it's nothing." "Uh, he is heading down into the metro station." "Kensi, Deeks, move to the west entrance." "We'll flush him to you." "Remember to take him alive." "Move!" "Out of the way!" "Excuse me!" "Excuse me." "Move!" "Move!" "We got him." "Federal agents!" "Stop!" "Damn it!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on, come on, come on!" "This is why I hate taking the subway." "Remember me?" "Yeah." "You're the stump that ruined my life." "Hetty knows this guy?" "She let him go once." "Something tells me she's not gonna make that mistake again." "You swore you were innocent." "You swore to me, and yet here we are again." "You helped develop the, uh, detection program to defend the country." "To protect... people... like your own children." "You were a patriot." "Somewhere, you lost your way." "It happens to all of us... at some point." "This won't make up for what you've done, but it's a step." "And you can still... save lives." "What is the target?" "I don't know." "I don't think you understand." "It's... over." "I was just running scenarios... collecting data." "I needed the money." "I don't know their target." ""Their"?" "Yeah." "There's a house in Hancock Park, and it belongs to the Russian Consulate." "The data, it's encrypted, but it won't take them that long." "You sold our nuclear detection technology to the Russians?" "Just when you thought the Cold War was over." "Not even close." "So, what are we gonna do now?" "Be happy your career's not over." "This is not Hetty's fault." "Doesn't matter." "In this game, Agent Blye, somebody always takes the blame." "There has got to be something that we can do." "This is an Oval Office nightmare now." "What do the Russians want with L.A.'s nuclear detection system?" "The Cold War's heating up." "Friend or foe, nations collect intel on each other." "Never know when they'll need or use it." " Or share it." " Hey, guys." "The house Griffin identified does indeed belong to the Russian Consulate." "Which means it's considered foreign soil." "So we can't just bang on the door and tell them to hand it over?" "Not without causing an international incident." "It's only an international incident if you get caught." "Whoa." "No." "Spoiler alert." "I do not want to hear this." "Uh, cover your ears." "We're all in this together, Beale." "Think about this, G." "Breaking into a foreign consulate, an action which, if we're caught... forces our government to disavow us." "I understand if you don't want to be involved in this one." "What are you talking about?" "I'm in." "I'm talking about them." "Whoa." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "We don't do this, we lose Hetty." "We are in." "Yeah, it's Hetty." "Besides, if Kensi goes, I go." "That's how we roll." "You realize we're off the reservation with this one." "We could all be subject to criminal charges." "Russia may even try and extradite us." "Never been to Russia." "I hear the Gulags are lovely this time of year." "Hello." "I'm with the South Hills Gas Company." "Yes?" "There's a been a quake-- three-pointer." "I didn't feel anything." "Ooh, yeah, that means you're getting used to it." "You know, personally, I don't get out of bed for anything less than a six-banger." "Know what I'm saying?" "No, I don't." "Anyhoo, we have a class-seven gas main leak,." "We're evacuating people as a safety precaution." " We will not." " Okay, uh, Fern," "I'm getting some serious class-five hydrogen readings here, so we should probably..." "What the hell, Fern!" "What are these people still doing here?" "This thing could blow up at any second." "What do you want me to do?" "He won't leave." "It's a free country." "They won't leave 'cause it's..." "Where you from, sir?" "Vladivostok." "Vladi... vos..." "Okay, listen, I don't know where that is, but here in America, we have a hydrogen pipe running right underneath this house, and unless you want to be inside of it when it blows up, I suggest you vacate." "Okay, you know what, if he blows up, this is on you-- have him sign a waiver." "The city of Los Angeles is still recovering from an earthquake that struck the Hancock Park area..." "Give us a few moments." "Guys, we got a power outage in sector five." "Hold on." "Copy that, sector five." "Let's go, let's go." "Is that everybody in the house, sir?" "How long this will take?" "Hopefully, not long." "Phantom 1 and 2, you're a go." "Bogey headed your way." "I got him." "They're moving the drives." "It's now or never." "I'll draw him to me." "Make it quiet." "Make it fast." "So much for quiet." "Guys, we've got some aftershock activity going on here." "Let's get those shuttles in to clear these folks out." "Ah, ooh, ooh, sir, sorry, I can't let you back in there until I have authorization." "Get out of my way." "That's your idea of quiet?" "Was that your idea of fast?" "Hope you can fix that cabinet." "No, that's definitely gonna take a professional." "Guys, time's up." "They're coming back in." "You call for a shuttle?" " We good?" " Not yet." "Ride's here!" "Let's go!" "Well, go, go, go!" "LAPD reported a gunfight in the vicinity of the Russian Consulate." "I better not find out you had s..." "God, no." "Tell me you didn't." "Didn't what?" "Plausible deniability won't save you." "And you sanctioned this?" "I've been here with you, Owen." "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "Retrieved our technology?" "Made the world a better place?" "And looked good while doing it." "This is gonna destroy our relationship with the Russians." "They can't make any accusations without admitting they stole it in the first place." "Yes, Mr. Secretary." "No, sir." "No, sir, that's not quite how it went down." "You good, Hetty?" "Just dandy." "I understand." "How many lives do you think we've ruined doing what we do?" "Thank you, Mr. Secretary." "Not nearly as many as we've saved." "Well... you dodged the bullet on this one." "But if any of you ever pull something like this again..." "You all deserve each other." "I certainly like to think so." "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "Anyone for a vodka?"