Previously on "NCIS Los Angeles..."
There haven't been any further sightings
of Zasha Gagarin since she poisoned Gonchgarov.
I diluted the poison as much as I could.
But it had to look real.
I want to know how long you've been working
for the Russians, Grisha.
I believe you know CIA officer Joelle Taylor.
I will give you her location in return for you.
Get in.
_
Time to let me go before you regret this
for the rest of your short life?
_
Where is Katya?
Don't worry, you'll get to see her soon.
Get some sleep. It's a long trip.
What are you planning on doing, huh?
Sending me back in this thing?
Well, it's up to you. If you cooperate,
then you get treated like a friend, like you once were.
But if you don't, you get treated like cargo.
You know how it works.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
Sounds like cargo to me.
Hey!
Hello!
What, you're going to shoot me?
Go ahead!
You and I both know that you...
_
Oh, God, you always were such an idiot, Odessa.
If this thing kills me,
Katya's going to slit your throat.
Relax, Anna.
It's just a little bit of horse tranquilizer
to settle you down.
I loaded it myself.
It's not enough to kill you.
I hope it does,
just to screw you two.
We're not that lucky.
Enjoy your nap.
Buh-bye.
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My sleeping beauty.
Coffee?
- Oh. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
I may need a caffeine drip, though.
Maybe you should, uh, grab 20 minutes.
I can take over.
Mm-mm. No. I'll-I'll be fine.
So, nothing with any of these checkpoints?
No. I mean, either they got through before we locked up
or they found another way out.
Or they're holed up until the checkpoints are gone.
They know we can only keep them active for a few hours.
- Any word on Joelle? - Yeah.
It looks like she's gonna pull through,
though she has got a long road ahead of her.
What do you think Katya's gonna do to Anna?
I honestly don't know.
I mean, if she wanted her dead,
she easily could have killed her in the park
or blew her up with the van.
From what I've read and heard about this Katya,
she sounds like a psychopath.
Yeah, when she's not behaving like a sociopath.
She is so unpredictable
that trying to guess her next move
is just as impossible as deducing her motive.
So, Callen and Sam, they're still out there?
Yeah. Looks like they're searching
every building in the area.
- Oh, this is Callen now. - You know what?
I'll take it.
Okay.
Hey, Callen. It's Nell.
How you making out?
Nothing yet, but I sent a list of addresses to Fatima.
We need to find the owners
so I can get consent to search.
Otherwise we're gonna need warrants.
Great, she'll get right on it.
So, listen, I just spoke with Agent Carlson,
and she's coordinating the other agencies in the search.
I'm thinking we let them do the door-to-door legwork
so that we can take a more strategic approach.
And what would that be?
Well, Katya obviously had some help.
Somebody must know somebody who knows something.
So I'm thinking we work our known contacts,
call in a few favors, review the traffic camera footage,
and then eventually...
Yeah, that sounds good, Nell. I got to go.
Okay.
- Hey. - Anything?
Not yet.
Look,
I need you to use your street covers.
Quarter million dollars cash, no questions asked,
to anyone who can tell me where Katya is.
Where you gonna find a quarter million dollars
- in cash? - Let me worry about that.
Just put the word out.
I want every cartel member,
gangbanger or petty criminal in the city looking for her.
I want to find Anna, too.
But we need to be smart about this.
Is that your way of saying you're not gonna help?
Of course I'm gonna help you,
but we need to regroup.
We're not gonna find Anna like this.
Yeah. You're probably right.
I'll see you back at Ops.
I realize it's very late, sir.
I actually tell time, too.
But this is extremely urgent.
A woman's life is at stake.
Sure.
Nell Jones, NCIS.
No, it's "N" as in Nancy.
Nell, yes.
Naval Criminal Investigative Service,
specifically the Office of Special Projects.
Mm-hmm. And did I mention this is urgent?
And did you flag it as such?
All righty. Thank you.
You hanging in there?
Oh, yeah, you know me.
I'm just...
Not really.
I'm starting to wonder why
I picked up the phone when Hetty called.
And then I
instantly feel guilty for thinking such things,
because obviously I would never want
to turn my back on you guys.
And I just feel like I'm running out of ideas to find Anna.
I mean, if I were Hetty,
I probably would've put a call in to some
Cold War Russian ally by now
and arranged some back-channel deal to get us Katya,
but I'm not Hetty.
And I don't know any Cold War Russians.
What about Arkady?
True. I mean, has anyone even told Arkady
about this at this point?
I don't think so.
- But he needs to know. - Yeah.
That sounds like a good job for Callen.
I never pictured this as your style.
How did you get in here?
Does it matter?
It does to me.
You need bars on your bathroom window.
How did you get to my bathroom window?
It wasn't easy.
Sit.
You shouldn't have come here.
And you shouldn't still be here.
They have yet to tell me where I'm going.
That should worry you.
I need to know where Katya Miranova is.
I have no idea.
Last time I heard, she was brought back to Russia.
She's killed two CIA officers.
Kidnapped another, cut off her finger and shot her.
And now she's kidnapped a friend of mine.
I know nothing about that.
I need to know where she is.
Like I said,
I thought she was back in Russia.
And I just told you she's still here.
- You saw her? - I've seen her handiwork.
If I start asking questions...
I don't care!
What I care about is finding her
before she hurts my friend.
I'll make some inquiries.
But I make no promises.
Just doing so could get us both killed.
But I guess you already know that
and still don't care.
S'up? Any luck?
No. You?
I'm about to go ask my old buddy Kirkin for help,
which means I'm probably gonna be doing
another fashion show in my future.
Which is nice. Got that going for me.
- Where's G? - Thought he was with you.
He was. Supposed to be coming back here.
Well, if he did, I didn't see him.
Deuces.
_
Katya is still in Russia.
No way.
According to my sources, she is.
And she's also no longer working for the SVR.
Then how do you know where she is?
Just because she's not working with us
doesn't mean we're not keeping track of her.
Well, you're doing a lousy job,
because she's here and she has my girlfriend.
What more do you want me to do?
I want you to do whatever it takes to find her.
And if I can't?
Then this relationship is over,
and I have no further reason to protect you.
This makes no sense whatsoever.
It's a food truck.
It's supposed to have food in it.
It's a mobile command vehicle
disguised as a food truck.
What's with you and food anyway?
I have a fast metabolism.
- Sam. - You seen Callen?
No.
Hey, Sam.
Rountree, what's going on at the Russian consulate?
Nothing. No one's been in or out.
In fact, there hasn't been any movement since I got here.
Any new leads?
No.
We've been searching the buildings
in the surrounding area, and Devin's got the consulate.
We need a definitive plan of action.
This isn't helping, all right?
We're just waiting around here
for something to drop in our laps.
Where the hell's Nell?
She was just here a few minutes ag...
What are you doing?
It's for your own good.
There are no seat belts back here.
Now, stay still,
unless you want to get burned.
Help!
Well, no luck searching any of the buildings.
They obviously thought they would...
Ooh, Kens, I will call you right back.
Admiral Kilbride.
Ms. Jones.
Just the person I wanted to see.
How do you change this fishbowl
into something akin to an office?
Well, there is a button just there, behind the desk.
Sir, what is it that you're doing here?
Okay, let's get some things straight.
First of all, that sweet and polite routine
may have served you well under Hetty,
but you're at the helm now and you need to act like it.
You know damn well why I'm here.
Every agency between here and Washington is
in a tizzy over these CIA officer
killings and abduction.
Well, we rescued CIA Officer Taylor.
Yes, you did.
And therein lies a big part of the problem.
You see, NCIS used to be this, uh,
little known agency that worked efficiently and successfully
under the radar.
And then some genius thought it would be a good idea
to let Henrietta Lange run the OSP.
She and her methods were always controversial,
but that didn't stop them, and now here we are
with another international incident
ready to blow up in our face.
Well, it is good to see you, too, sir.
Which brings me to point number two:
Honesty.
You're about as glad to see me as I am to be here,
so let's just cut the crap and get on with it, shall we?
I want a full sitrep in ten minutes,
and I want you to show me where this damn button is.
Just to the left, sir.
Heard you were back in the land of the living.
Most of me.
Can I come in?
Sure.
How you doing?
Been better.
Did you find Anna?
Not yet.
I need to ask you some questions.
Like, "How did this turn into such a complete disaster?"
We were contacted through an intermediary
that a Russian operative wanted to come in.
- Katya? - We didn't trust her,
of course, but we'd also heard rumors that she'd fallen
into disfavor with some of her own people.
We thought it was a gamble worth taking.
She played you.
From the get-go.
She was never gonna defect.
It was all a setup.
She just wanted to grab me to get leverage against Anna.
Where did she keep you?
In a shipping container inside of a building.
I have no idea where.
Couldn't hear anything from the outside.
The container was gray,
and it had a partial ID number that I memorized.
And Katya...?
Never saw her.
But she definitely had help.
There were at least two of them.
I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you something more useful.
No, ev... every little bit helps.
So...
I'm, uh...
I'm sorry about your leg.
Yeah.
Didn't see that one coming.
She would have been better off executing me.
Why do you say that?
Because it's the only thing that would've stopped me
from killing her.
I need to find Anna first.
Then you better hurry up,
because killing Katya is the first thing I'm gonna do
when I get out of here.
Hey, Callen.
Nell, I need you to have Fatima run a partial ID.
Where are you?
- Why are you whispering? - No, you first.
I just spoke to Joelle.
You're at the hospital? How is she?
She's a fighter, but now it's your turn.
Well, Kilbride is here, and surprise, surprise,
- he's not happy. - He asking about me?
Of course. Everyone is, Callen.
We all care for Anna.
You cannot do this alone.
And that is why I'm calling.
Look, Joelle said she was kept in a...
some type of a container.
- Like on a ship? - No, in-in a building.
She said it was dark, she's pretty sure it was gray,
but she doesn't know the exact size.
And you mentioned some type of ID?
It's a partial number. Most of it was scratched off,
but hopefully it's from the ISO Alpha code.
Well, we could use that to track down the original owner.
Exactly.
Look, have Fatima start running "FAJ29"
from the BIC registry.
Hopefully she can narrow it down from there.
Yep, I'm on it.
All right. Keep me posted?
Oh, and, Callen?
Have you told Arkady yet?
You know he deserves to know.
And he deserves to hear it from you.
All right, have Agent Castor bring him to the boatshed.
I'll meet him there.
Was that Callen?
The way your voice didn't rise up at the end
leads me to believe that you already know.
Son of a bitch. Where is he?
The hospital with Joelle.
He was supposed to meet me here an hour ago.
Well, sounds like that was never his plan.
Well, we need to come up with a plan.
We need one, now.
Yeah, well, it's not that simple.
I thought you were supposed to be steering the ship.
You need to be in charge here.
Careful, Sam.
I haven't slept in over 24 hours.
Kilbride is breathing down my neck.
I am knee-deep in Russian operatives.
Anna is missing. Joelle has been dismembered.
Callen is out there trying to go rogue, and now you're in here
taking your anger over that out on me.
So, what I need is for you to get on my team right now.
What I need is for us to do this together.
You're right.
Where you going?
To make sure we do this together.
Ah.
The sweet ambrosial bouquet
of those honey-crisped locks
precedes you,
my muse... Oh.
Kensi, you're here, too.
So, to what do I owe such unexpected fortune?
You weren't calling us back, and luckily your assistant did.
Yeah. What are you doing here, anyway?
Isn't it obvious?
- Uh, no. - Nothing's obvious.
Inspiration!
It's all around us.
I come here for help with my designs.
This life has made you both so hard.
And, by the look of it, uh, being an investigator
has done the same for your body, Marty.
Oh. I mean, I guess it's a compliment, which is true,
'cause I've been doing a lot of core work,
- really hitting the... - Yeah, you know what?
I would tell you two to, like, get a room,
which is really cute, but we don't have time for that.
Have your contacts gotten back to you?
Unfortunately, no one knows the whereabouts
of Anna Kolcheck.
What about Katya Miranova?
You'll be wise to stay far away from that crazy woman.
She's a Noble Maiden after all.
Yeah, more like a maniacal vixen.
No, I mean from the Institute of Noble Maidens.
Yeah, sorry, I didn't read The Hobbit,
so you're gonna have to elaborate.
It's a school in Russia.
Katya was a student.
Uh, so was Anna.
Different school maybe but same program.
They come out beautiful, polished women.
I'd kill to have any one of them wear my clothes.
Unfortunately,
they'd rather slit my throat
and wear my skin instead.
Wow. That got unreasonably dark.
Well, if you want to know more,
I suggest you continue this line of questioning
with Anna's father, but that's all I have.
Great, well, thank you for the help,
if that's what you want to call it... "help."
If you'll excuse me, I really do need to get
- back to my art. - Back to the art, of course.
Don't want to keep him from that.
- Okay. All right, well. - No, not at all.
- All right. - Thank you so much.
I came as soon as I heard about Anna.
Catch me up to speed.
How much time you got?
Oh.
Admiral Kilbride,
to what do we owe the pleasure?
"Pleasure" would describe the Alaskan cruise
I should be on right now,
viewing humpback whales through the amber lens
of a double Manhattan.
My presence here is anything but.
Eric, Admiral Kilbride is here becau...
The stew of Russian operatives that you have all been simmering
has finally boiled over.
Someone had to come clean up the mess.
Couldn't have said it better.
Now, why don't you tell me what it is you're doing here,
- Mr. Beale. - Let me give it a shot.
Uh, the DOJ calls me up, right?
And they're like, "Eric Beale..."
He's here to lend us a hand.
Bye, Eric.
Okay, I'll just...
We can talk about whether that's even legal or not later.
Right now, I'll take all the help we can get.
Sounds good, sir.
Oof!
It is more tense than season two of Sunset Canyondown there.
So you do know about my past career.
Hmm. Didn't know you were a fan of the show.
I don't wear the band T-shirt to the concert,
if you know what I'm saying.
No, I never do.
But I'm glad you're here.
I've been combing through the international registry,
using the partial ISO Alpha code
that Joelle gave us.
Problem is, it's been scratched off,
so we don't know how partial it is.
Well, if the shipping container was bought in state,
that would make delivering or transporting it easier.
We could narrow down the search that way.
We could,
but there are over 17 million shipping containers globally,
and all of them are mobile,
so it's currently taking more time than we have.
Oh, but I do have one piece of good news.
- Yeah? What's that? - Looks like Nell
wants me to hand the search over to you.
- Ah. - So I can meet Rountree
at the Russian consulate.
Okay. Hmm.
Do you have any food in that bag?
Oh, yeah. I actually stopped at Bay Cities on the way in.
Oh, God, I cannot wait to devour this puppy.
I'm gonna need to take that.
That's my sandwich. My...
Zasha, someone has to know who's behind this.
If it's not Katya, it's someone working for her.
Look, you and I are both running out of time here.
You need to leave. I'll explain later.
There's nothing to explain. I know what you're doing.
Trying to save my girlfriend? You should be out on the street
- doing the same thing. - Try again.
I don't have time to go through the sitreps right now.
Try again.
I need to know what the hell is going on now. For real.
There's only one reason why you would shut me
and everyone else out like this.
- I'm trying to protect you. - From what?
Katya?
She's formidable, but we've been up against
way more dangerous odds than that.
I'm gonna help you find Anna, no matter the cost,
but you need to tell me everything.
No... Where is Anna?
I'm sorry.
I couldn't restrain him.
This durak won't tell me anything.
Callen, what is happening?
First, tell me everything you know
about the Institute of Noble Maidens.
Who?
No games, Arkady.
Maybe we could speak in private.
Maybe you should start talking before
I lose my temper with both of you.
I wasn't home a lot when Anna was young.
One day, I came home from a trip and she was gone.
Her mother said she had been accepted
to a new school in Krasnodar.
Where's that?
500 miles from Moscow.
Instituti Blagorodnykh Devits.
Originally it was named for a finishing school
for young noble women in Tsarist Russia.
But the concept was revised in the '40s
for a new generation of young Russian girls.
Only, they didn't just teach etiquette.
- What does that mean? - This was a brutally strict
spy training center.
- Did you pull her out? - I tried.
But she didn't want to leave.
She was always so stubborn, even as a baby.
She wanted to be at the school.
I think she truly liked it.
Well, it couldn't have been that bad.
- She turned out okay. - But at what cost?
These girls were trained from five years old.
By the time they were 20, they had 15 years of tradecraft.
You know this better than anyone.
Anna never mentioned a word of this.
I'm not talking about Anna.
I am talking about you.
Henrietta?
She trained her little orphans the same way.
And some say even tougher.
You were a-a challenging child, Mr. Callen.
You got me out of the orphanage?
And into every foster home.
I was determined to find you a family.
I just hope it was all for the right reasons.
Hetty?
She helped me when I was young,
but she didn't teach me anything or train me.
You sure about that?
Yeah, okay. Well, whatever.
But believe me, the ones like Anna
turned out to be invaluable operatives.
And the ones like Katya
became ticking time bombs.
Why is this our first time hearing about all of this?
Because I paid a fortune to create a clean history
and identity for Anna to come to this country.
Enough questions. Where is she?
I need to talk to Anna.
G, you tell him or I will.
Katya has her.
Anna was working on an op for us.
We don't know where she is, but we're doing everything we can.
If you stay here...
Stay here?
You are not a father, Callen.
Let me explain to you while I still have
the respect to look you in the eye.
Anna has been my heart since the day I saw her
take her first breath.
And I will not sit idly by
when she is in danger of taking her last.
Do not follow me.
Arkady...
Arkady!
Okay! Enough!
Get back in here!
A truck.
You got to be kidding me!
Have a seat, Ms. Jones.
What's going on?
I'd prefer you told me.
Well, Eric may have found the previous owner
of the shipping container Joelle was held in.
Kensi and Deeks are heading there now.
That's not what I mean.
Okay.
Callen and Sam just finished up with Arkady.
Anna and Katya attended the same finishing school,
which, turns out, was more of a finishing-off school.
Funny. Still not what I mean.
Sir, would you mind telling me what it is you do mean?
Because, from what I've been told,
I have a ship to steer,
and since I don't even have the time to fully absorb
the brilliance of that naval metaphor,
I surely don't have the time to read your mind.
With all due respect.
You're a fine leader, Ms. Jones, though I can't help but notice
that you seem to have one foot out the door.
Ah, well,
that is because I only ever brought one foot in the door.
My time in this position is temporary.
I'm sorry if Hetty didn't say that.
Oh, don't apologize
for Henrietta's omissions.
She's never felt the need.
Admiral Kilbride,
I can assure you that when I am here,
I am fully here.
But when Hetty comes back, I...
Hetty's not coming back.
I'm s... I'm sorry, did she say that?
Not in so many words.
But she has had her foot out that same door
far longer than you have.
And I think it's time we accept
that this mission she's on may very well be her last.
I'm sorry, it's just...
Not such a great time for me to accept that.
Not asking you to make any decisions today.
I am asking that you consider what your role here looks like
without Henrietta Lange.
We won't be able to help you and Anna as much as you need
- if you keep shutting us out. - I know, I know.
I'm just dealing with a lot right now.
All the more reason for you to let us in.
You're in.
I just need something.
I mean, a-a clue, a-a direction.
Okay, we know Anna and Katya were groomed
at the same sort of school.
And Joelle said Katya had help.
Getting to Anna has been Katya's endgame from the start.
And she wouldn't risk that working with just anybody.
No, she'd want someone she could trust.
Someone with the same skill set.
- Another Noble Maiden. - Exactly.
And we got to find a way to get our hands on the names and identities
of everyone who went to school with Katya.
I actually know somebody that could help us with that.
Yeah? Who?
- Zasha Gagarin. - Great.
But we still don't even know if she's inside the country.
She's still here.
What are you...?
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
This is who you've been keeping from me?
There's an arrangement in place. It's an airtight two-hander.
Well, was poisoning Gonchgarov part of this arrangement?
Of course not. She had to do that to protect her cover.
She purposely lowered the dose.
That's why he's not dead right now.
Are you serious? Do you hear yourself?
I can't help you anymore, Callen.
The Institute of Noble Maidens.
What about it?
Were you a student?
- Stop. Sam. - Who is that?
My partner. Look, whoever's working
with Katya had the same training.
And we think you did, too.
My grandmother was a headmistress.
She was hell-bent on
teaching me how to serve tea and kill with it.
Do you know if anyone from that organization
has come here in the last month?
Do you realize how risky it is for me to do this now?
I do. And I'm asking.
Vanya Leonova and Odessa Kedrova.
I just sent you their photo.
They both went private a few years ago
after some professional reprimands.
It makes sense if Katya sent them.
They're as crazy as she is. Uh...
That's all I know. I'm sorry, I have to go.
Hi. Howdy.
- Hello. - Don't tell me.
You logged onto Pinterest and now you want to build
a container compound?
Not exactly.
Note to self, though, I should log onto Pinterest,
learn more about this container compound you speak of.
Actually, we are NCIS. I'm Special Agent Blye.
Oh, my turn. I'm Investigator Deeks.
I don't know what that is.
- Really? - Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
Yeah, I still don't know what that is.
Sounds made-up.
Nope. Nope, it's a federal law enforcement agency.
Listen, it's come to our attention
that you sold a shipping container to these two women.
Okay, I didn't talk to the towhead,
but the other one, yeah.
She was a chatty little bird.
Can you tell us any details?
She said her name was Pamela.
She came here looking for a used container,
and luckily we had quite a few.
I sold her a 20-footer, she paid cash, and we delivered it
- the very next day. - We're gonna need that address.
Thank you.
That's a downtown address.
I'm gonna get Fatima and Rountree on it.
Clear.
Yeah, I can, uh, I can see that.
I've been stuck in a food truck all day. Let me live.
Can hardly tell if it was even here.
Well, if Katya's people moved it again,
they would need a rollback truck or a trailer.
Well, if Anna's not here and the trailer's not here...
Is Anna in the trailer?
- Eric! - I'm on it.
No cameras around the warehouse
caught them coming or going.
Damn it. We don't have anything on that truck they took off in.
Actually...
it could've been painted white.
What is that?
It's a 1.4-millimeter fluid nozzle.
From a paint gun. It's perfect for applying base coats.
They probably left it behind when they were cleaning up.
- What do you got? - Nothing good.
The shipping container Joelle was kept in is gone.
- They're on the move. - If that's where they're keeping her,
we don't have much time.
If they wanted Anna dead, they would've killed her by now.
Katya doesn't want her dead. She wants Anna all to herself.
Well, if Katya's actually in Russia,
then the safest way to make that happen...
Is to ship Anna to her.
Eric, check every port from here to San Diego.
They wouldn't waste time going to San Diego.
They'd head right to San Pedro.
If that's the case,
they could be loading her on a ship as we speak.
Kensi and Deeks are nearby.
I'll have them meet you.
Good, and, Eric, I don't care what you have to do.
You find that ship.
What do we got?
Uh, we got two ports,
14 terminals, a hundred cranes,
thousands of shipping containers.
What we don't got is any idea where they're taking Anna.
- Great. - Hone in on
the Port of Long Beach. It's smaller.
- It's easier in, easier out. - No, the larger port
will give them more cover. Focus on the Port of L.A.
That makes no sense. There's too many obstacles. Eric...
They're relying on obstacles to slow us down.
- Eric... - Enough. Listen up.
Kensi and Deeks are on the 710.
They'll close in from the Long Beach side.
Callen and Sam, you continue heading in on the L.A. side.
And, Eric, hand me a tablet.
What? What's happening?
Move your asses and polish your stashes.
We're getting the band back together again.
Please tell me you're serious.
I'm way too fragile to be joking right now.
We do our best work as partners, and Anna deserves nothing less.
Now, ports are not taxi stands.
You can't just show up and hail a ship to Russia.
But you can book an open spot
on any of the freighters leaving today.
Yeah, and the more stops you make,
the more chances you have of getting caught,
so I'd say they're cruising direct.
Nearest Russian port is Korsakov.
If I narrow it down
to all ships en route to Korsakov departing today...
Okay, guys, this is an educated guess at best,
but we think they may be loading onto the MS Maktaz.
It's leaving out of the Pacific Yard Terminal.
Callen and Sam are right behind you.
Copy that.
Son of a bitch.
What? Is it Katya?
It's worse. It's so much worse.
What's going on?
Arkady and Kirkin just showed up.
We don't know how many people Katya has down there.
They have no idea what they're stepping into.
That's the problem. Arkady doesn't care.
Intercept them.
Don't let them anywhere near that truck.
- Copy that. - On it.
Marty?
Kirkin.
How's the inspiration down here?
It killed me to keep this from you.
Listen, you got to stand down, man.
No, I can't do that. I promised Arkady I'd help.
No, no. We'll take care of Arkady.
Now, you either come with me willingly
or I put you in handcuffs.
Ooh, handcuffs?
Seriously?
Stop looking at me like that. I feel dirty.
Arkady.
Hey! You are putting Anna more at risk
just by being here. We got this.
Your team is the reason Anna is in this situation!
Arkady, stop. I'm serious.
Kirkin's down. I need an ambulance.
Kens.
I got Arkady.
Odessa's running back to the truck.
Deeks. Deeks.
Vanya's heading south. Guys, I need that ambulance.
No.
Marty.
Come on, Kirkin.
You okay?
I'm good. Go.
Callen!
Thank God you're okay.
You're okay? You're okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
We found her!
She's safe.
I, um, I don't even know what to say.
We got time.
Joelle?
She has a long road ahead of her,
but she's gonna be okay.
No, I'm fine, too.
Just scrapes and bruises,
but I'll survive.
You could have died, you big, dumb oaf.
You're too old for this.
I would do it every single day of my life
if I knew it would keep you safe.
Okay, Callen, get me out of here
before this turns into a Hallmark movie.
Well, you're not going anywhere
until these EMTs are done with you.
And after?
Carlson has you on a travel restriction
until this jurisdictional mess is cleaned up.
You can't leave L.A.
But I can go home?
Yeah.
I got some stuff to finish up with Sam,
but, uh...
I'll see you back there.
Arkady?
I got it. Go.
Odessa didn't make it.
Still no sign of Katya.
- I owe you an apology. - Yeah, you do.
But I don't want to hear it right now. Too tired.
Any word on Kirkin?
You did all you could.
He pushed me out of the way.
Why would he... Why would he do that?
Same reason you would have.
You care.
What's crazy is he was trying to put this life behind him.
Shouldn't end like this.
No.
It really shouldn't.
I can smell a 21-year-old Hibiki
from a mile away.
You caught me.
- Don't tell Hetty? - Something tells me
she'd have poured it for you herself.
I just hope I made her proud.
What you did today,
Hetty couldn't have done any better.
You can tell her I said that.
I suppose I'd have to find her first.
Tale as old as time.
Well, if I ever do track her down,
I'd love to hear her thoughts on all that's transpired
- over the past few days. - Few days?
I think I would start
with the expungement of Anna's criminal record.
Uh, something about that never made any sense.
Unless, of course, someone had her
freed in order to use her as bait.
You think Hetty had something to do with it?
I think neither of us is equipped
to answer that question tonight.
Hmm.
Well, on that note, I think I need another drink.
- Want one? - I do.
But I have to go home
and wash off whatever essential oils
you all pump into this place.
You did good today.
Now go home, get some sleep.
And make sure your team does the same.
Good night, sir.
*CREDITS*