♫ ♫ [A pretty girl I getting out of the cabin of a yacht] ♫ ♫
MAN: very very nice. ♫ ♫
GIRL: Oh, thanks. ♫ ♫
MAN: You… are… welcome. ♫ ♫
(She sits down opposite. They are in a Marina. The man gets up] ♫ ♫
MAN: Let’s have some champagne. ♫ ♫
GIRL: Mm. Mm. ♫ ♫
MAN: Coming true. ♫ ♫
GIRL: Coming true. ♫ ♫
[The scene is recorded by a camera based in an apartment. The video is sent to a laptop on the table just near. Around, there’re food, drinks, binoculars, a big camera, and a smartphone a woman takes. She has an earphone and doesn’t hear the door opening in her back. She tries to light a cigarette. A man enters and…shots her neck at blank point. (Silenced gunshot) [Blood splits, she falls down on the floor. The man takes his phone. It rings on the yacht.]
MAN: [In the apartment] It's done.
MAN: [On the yacht] Good. [He gets up] I Gotta go.
[In the apartment, the man puts the cameras and stuff in a bag, deletes all the photos on the laptop – Oh Oh, the last deleted pics are photos of…Callen!]
♫ ♫ NCIS: LA 1x07 ♫ ♫ Pushback ♫ ♫
♫ ♫ Original Air date on November 10, 2009 ♫ ♫
[Sam is putting tea in a tea ball. Callen is just coming and finds this half-funny, half astonishing]
CALLEN: What are you doing?
SAM: What does it look like I'm doing?
CALLEN: You don't drink tea.
SAM: No, I don't. I'm making it for Hetty.
CALLEN: You're making tea for Hetty?
SAM: I promised her I'd try some.
[Callen looks at the box]
CALLEN: "yellow mountain tribute Chrysanthemum tea." Nice. [He breathes in and looks disgusted] That smells moldy.
SAM: Maybe it's supposed to smell moldy…You think I should say something to her?
CALLEN: They didn't train you for that at SEAL school?
SAM: Yeah, escape and evade.
[G. is helping himself with a tea bag when Hetty appears]
HETTY: Mr. Hanna. How's our tea?
SAM: Right here, Hetty. [He carries it to the table]
HETTY: Did you warm the pot the way I told you to?
SAM: I did.
HETTY: And, uh, the water?
SAM: Fresh off the boil.
HETTY: Oh, excellent. You must never underestimate the cardiovascular benefits of tea. You'll thank me in the morning. Mr. Callen?
CALLEN: I'm good. [He shows his tea bag]
HETTY: Uh-huh, and you, uh, you can't taste the paper? [Callen looks at his tea bag, puzzled]
HETTY: Huh. Well, now, chrysanthemum tea is not chrysanthemum tea without wolfberries. [She puts one in Sam’s cup]
SAM: "Wolfberries."?
HETTY: Now, I want you to savor that, and consider its calming qualities, not to mention its health benefits.
[Sam takes a slurp]
SAM: Mmm…It's delicious.
[Hetty smiles, bows and takes the tray]
HETTY: That phone call is for you, Mr. Callen. Director Vance. [She goes away…The phone rings. Callen answers]
CALLEN: Callen….Yes, director. Standby. [To Sam] How does she do that?
SAM: I don't know, but that's the worse tea I've ever had in my entire life.
[Hetty drinks her tea and…]
HETTY: Aah! Moldy.
[Director Vance is on a video call with Callen]
VANCE: Got a call from the LAPD. A woman was killed in an apartment overlooking the marina a couple of days ago. They found an USB micro drive hidden in her baseball cap. Had a file filled with what looks like surveillance photos. Different locations, different people.
CALLEN: Anyone we know?
VANCE: Yes. You, Agent Callen. LAPD ran the photos through a facial recognition program. Yours is the only one that got a hit. When they identified
your classified status, they called me.
CALLEN: Who was the victim?
VANCE: Haven't been able to identify her yet. Someone's been watching you, Agent Callen. I need to know who. Need to know why. Anything you might have forgotten to tell me about?
CALLEN: Not that it would explain this. LAPD's on board with us being involved in the investigation?
VANCE: Full access. I e-mailed Eric their file, along with the contents of the flash drive. If you find anything that links this to you getting shot six months ago, I need to know. Do I need to write that down for you, Agent Callen?
CALLEN: I think I get it.
VANCE: Watch your back.
[The call ends…] ♫ ♫
[OPS center]
ERIC: Low-level encryption on a USB drive. Where do you want to start?
KENSI: Uh... paparazzi.
CALLEN: It's good a place as any.
[Eric puts on the screen 6 photos of Callen]
SAM: That's near your old apartment in Venice.
CALLEN: Just before I got shot.
SAM: You said you felt like you were being watched. So they carried out surveillance, pinpointed your home location and made the hit right there on the street.
DOM: Mixed angles: some high from upper story-level windows, some low at the street level. All shot with a telephoto lens.
SAM: Over how many days, G.?
CALLEN: Two or three. Eric, LAPD file.
[Eric puts the photos of the apartment in which the girl was shot]
KENSI: Crime scene photos of our unidentified victim. Furniture all seems to be fold-and-carry, so she brought it in herself. Maybe the apartment was vacant.
[G. is looking bothered]
CALLEN: Eric. [He points at a photo that Eric enlarges. G. has a flashback: the Russian girl who smiled at him, just before he get shot]
SAM: G?
CALLEN: That's her. The Russian girl.
KENSI: Who's the Russian girl?
CALLEN: The last person I saw before I got shot. [Now, she’s dead, shot- her turn…]
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[OPS center. Nate enters while they look at the other USB drive photos]
ERIC: A lot of surveillance photos of the same guy.
KENSI: None of them very clear.
ERIC: Not a great photographer, your Russian girl.
KENSI: Not a willing subject.
SAM: Can we find out when they were taken, Eric?
ERIC: Yeah, the data's embedded in the jpegs. All right, oldest photo was taken eight days ago, and the most recent was yesterday.
KENSI: The day she died.
SAM: Long-term surveillance. She was working for someone.
CALLEN: Whoever this guy is, he doesn't like having his picture taken. Did you get enough data to get a match on his face, Eric?
ERIC: No. I doubt it. I mean, he's either too far away, partially obscured or blurry. But I will give it a shot.
DOM: Some of the photos were taken at a marina.
KENSI: Including the photos of her. Her body was found in an apartment in Marina Del Rey, too.
[Callen nods, and moves]
CALLEN: Sam, Kensi. [They’re gone]
ERIC: This mystery guy on the yacht...All right, we're going to have to try to sharpen up these photos before we run them through facial recognition.
NATE: What did I miss?
ERIC: Heh. Unnamed dead Russian girl who saw Callen get shot.
DOM: Otherwise known as a "lead""
ERIC: Callen's cold case just got warmed up.
NATE: (sighs)
[Hetty’s office. She is working on her laptop]
NATE: Uh, I need access to a personnel file.
HETTY: Well, in your position as our head shrink, you should already have complete access.
NATE: I think my file's a little out of date.
HETTY: Ah. What name?
NATE: Callen.
[She stands up and opens a locked tambour fronted filing cabinet.
HETTY: (sighs)
[She sits down in front of a computer and types]
HETTY: Hmm. Ah. Callen. G. Anything in particular you're looking for?
NATE: The investigation into Callen's shooting.
HETTY: Mm, still unsolved. [She gets up and Nate sits down in front of the monitor]
HETTY: You worried this case may open old wounds?
NATE: I'm hoping we can help heal them.
HETTY: November, alpha, forward slash, seven, nine, four.
NATE: Thanks.
HETTY: You're welcome.
[She leaves the psychologist who has problems with the tiny stool]
[Kensi, Sam and Callen get out of their car at the Marina Del Rey]
SAM: You sure you want to do this?
CALLEN: I'm fine.
KENSI: Are you sure you're allowed to do this? Victim investigating his own shooting?
CALLEN: It's not my shooting, it's a Russian girl's.
SAM: He'll keep investigating until someone tells him he can't.
CALLEN: Someone I have to listen to.
KENSI: Rules me out.
SAM: You never listen to me even when you have to, G.
CALLEN: Name one time.
SAM: You're not listening to me now.
CALLEN: Yeah, I am.
SAM: No, you're not.
KENSI: How long you two been married?
[A policeman helps them with the tape at the door of the apartment they enter]
CALLEN: Thanks.
[In a corner, there’s a camp bed with a sleeping bag – plastic bags, boxes]
KENSI: Unfurnished.
SAM: It's on the market.
KENSI: Hmm...she was sitting here. Back to the door. Shooter came up from behind her. See that blood spatter? It starts low and then rises, which means she never stood up. Excuse me.
[She pushes Sam, heads to the window]
KENSI: Laptop power cable and video lead right there.
SAM: Killer took the laptop and the video camera with him. Missed the micro drive that was tucked away in her ball cap.
[Callen looks at crosswords, Sam under the table, Kensi near the window]
KENSI: Oh, hello. I've got three scuff marks here. Camera was on a tripod right about... here.
SAM: The angle's about right. The guy she was watching was on one of those yachts out there.
KENSI: You know, you can't just camp out in an apartment without anybody knowing. What about the apartment manager?
SAM: He says he didn't know she was here.
CALLEN: So where did she get a key?
KENSI: Maybe she didn't have one. She could've snuck in. Maybe she's a pro.
CALLEN: No, she's not a professional. A pro wouldn't leave their back to the front door. No. She had a key.
[Kensi is getting down the stairs outside the building with the manager]
MANAGER: How many bedrooms?
KENSI: Uh, just me.
MANAGER: Ocean view or marina?
KENSI: What's the difference?
MANAGER: About $300.
KENSI: A month?
MANAGER: No, a week, sweetie. Look, I know some cheap places on Pico. I'll get you the number.
KENSI: Listen...I just need something short-term. I don't even have any furniture. I just...I just need a place to crash.
MANAGER: How short-term?
KENSI: Three weeks.
MANAGER: It's going to have to be cash in advance.
KENSI: Okay.
MANAGER: Well, I got a vacancy. New owner's moving in in about a month. $300 a week, or we could work out some other sort of arrangement.
KENSI: [glancing at her watch] Less than 40 seconds.
MANAGER: What?
KENSI: [Louder, to Sam and Callen waiting further] Less than 40 seconds!
CALLEN: She's good.
SAM: She's better than good.
CALLEN: We owe ten bucks. Five apiece.
SAM: You're the one who bet her she couldn't get him to make an offer in under a minute.
CALLEN: Yup. And you stood there and let me do it.
SAM: I'm not giving you five dollars.
CALLEN: Oh, you're not?
SAM: No.
CALLEN: Mm-hmm.
SAM: She's good.
MANAGER: Who's that?
KENSI: Ever heard of NCIS?
MANAGER: No.
KENSI: FBI? DEA, CIA?
[The manager’s smile fades away and he wants to get in his car. Kensi closes its door]
MANAGER: Look, this is just a misunderstanding. I was trying to help you out.
KENSI: Just like you tried to help out the Russian girl who was found killed in the apartment this week? I guess you forgot to tell the LAPD that, uh, you rented her the apartment for cash. Eh, Freddy?
MANAGER: It's Teddy.
KENSI: Cute.
[OPS center. G., Sam and Kensi are watching the large screen]
ERIC: Security footage from the apartment building.
KENSI: Hmm. Funny how the apartment manager suddenly "remembered" he hadn't deleted the security footage.
ERIC: What did it cost her for the room?
CALLEN: Her life.
KENSI: Her body was found Sunday evening. Coroner placed her time of death at 5:30 p.m.
ERIC: All right, fast-forwarding to Sunday.
KENSI: Looking for our killer leaving with her bag and a camera tripod. Whoa.
ERIC: Gotcha.
[They stop the video: a man is going out with a bag]
ERIC: All right, time stamp says 5:47.
KENSI: That's got to be our guy.
SAM: He's facing away from the camera when he's leaving. Let's see he's looking when he arrives.
[5:40: the man arrives but hides his face behind his hand]
ERIC: Hmm. He knew the camera was there.
SAM: He's a pro.
KENSI: Yeah, he's good, but he's not great. He did leave the usb drive behind.
DOM: Well, that's not the only thing that he missed. She was backing up her files onto a virtual storage account.
SAM: From the apartment?
DOM: Tapped into the apartment's wireless router.
CALLEN: Does she have a name?
DOM: User name only: Citizen25.
[A lot of files appear on the screen]
ERIC: Whoa, that is a lot of files to scroll through.
DOM: Okay, let's start at the beginning. [He’s going to pick the first file on the left, but G. steps forwards and looks focused on one file]
SAM: You want to share, G?
CALLEN: File named Cossack, Dom.
KENSI: And what's Cossack?
CALLEN: Joint operation in Europe against the Russian mafia.
[Three IDs appear on the screen]
ERIC: Oh, boy.
SAM: Three-man team. Ethan Stanhope.
CALLEN: He works for the CIA.
SAM: Ricky Taylor.
CALLEN: DEA. Same as me.
SAM: When?
CALLEN: Ten years ago.
ERIC: You guys, guys, I got something. Stanhope and Taylor are both dead. Murdered. Stanhope in Vegas. Taylor in Chicago. And they were both killed on the same day...
CALLEN: Fifth of May.
[he’s back on the 5th of May 2009 SAM: G! Too late, he’s shot. He’s down; SAM: Stay with me, G. Don't do this to me. Come on!]
CALLEN: The same day I should have died. [He exchanges a look with Sam. He’s shocked]
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ERIC: Traffic cam captured Stanhope being shot in Las Vegas. Taylor's shooting in Chicago was also a drive-by, same as, um...
CALLEN: mine.
SAM: Anybody charged for either murder?
ERIC: No.
SAM: When's the last time you saw those guys?
CALLEN: When we were debriefed in Berlin. I haven't seen them in ten years.
KENSI: Did you ever catch the bad guys?
CALLEN: No. It was a joint operation with Russia. There was a syndicate trying to manipulate the flow of oil from the Black Sea into Europe, and, uh, someone let them know that we were coming.
SAM: How come the DEA was involved?
CALLEN: Loan out. Taylor and I both spoke fluent Russian.
SAM: CIA set it up?
CALLEN: Stanhope was their point person. But we only ever saw him in the bar, you know, drinking expensive vodka and eating caviar.
KENSI: Did you ever find who betrayed you?
CALLEN: No.
KENSI: Okay, so...Some Russian girl gets killed while running surveillance on an unidentified guy on a yacht, which is somehow connected to an operation in Russia ten years ago.
SAM: Who was the Russian contact for operation Cossack?
CALLEN: Arkady Kolcheck. He was an officer in the KGB. Last-known address would be Moscow.
DOM: Wait, the dead girl only had files of people that were targeted, not anyone named Kolcheck.
CALLEN: Eric, dead or alive?
ERIC: Alive... and well. And as of 2007, an American citizen living in...Studio city.
KENSI: Makes you wonder where Arkady was on the Fifth of May, huh?
CALLEN: Eric, I need that address. [He leaves the place; Sam pats Eric’s shoulder and follows; Kensi too]
ERIC: Already downloaded into your GPS.
CALLEN: Dom, I really need to know who that was on the yacht.
DOM: Working on it.
CALLEN: Kensi?
KENSI: Yeah?
CALLEN: I need a profile on Arkady... everything you can get, okay? His friends, his business associates, allies, enemies... I wanna know why he left the KGB in Russia and who he paid to get here. Work with Nate.
KENSI: Okay.
[Sam and Callen are gone. Nate is with Hetty while Kensi joins them]
HETTY: Arkady Kolcheck.
KENSI: You know him?
HETTY: We've met, uh, once or twice.
NATE: Read about him in Callen's file.
KENSI: Was there a lot to read?
NATE: Ooh, pages. And 90% of it was redacted, yeah. Censored by whomever it is who redacts things.
KENSI: Okay, can we get an uncensored copy?
HETTY: Have you ever tried Egyptian licorice mint tea, Miss Blye?
[Puzzled Kensi glances at Nate who shakes his head]
[Nate is sit again in front of the hidden Hetty’s computer. Kolcheck’s file is on the screen]
KENSI: [whispering] Where does she get all this stuff?
NATE: [whispers] None of it's redacted, not a single word.
KENSI: What if she's the redactor?
NATE: There's a scary thought. Hetty is the clearing house for every censored government document released to the public.
KENSI: [scoffs. In normal voice] Th... that's impossible.
NATE: Yeah, ridiculous. Anyway, Arkady's done well for himself. He's a security consultant retained by big business and foreign governments alike.
KENSI: And it pays well. He's got properties in New York City, Los Angeles and Paris. So how does a former KGB agent End up so wealthy, so fast?
HETTY: Because he knows where the bodies are buried. [She’s carrying tea!!] Most likely because he's the one who buried them.
[Sam and Callen are running in the ex-SEAL’s car]
SAM: We got a plan?
CALLEN: Yeah, how about we kick in his door and ask him why he's the only one of us that didn't get shot?
SAM: I've used that one before; it's a very effective plan. It's good as long as you know what's behind the door.
CALLEN: Mm-hmm.
SAM: Yeah. It always works.
[Phone’s ringing. Acllen answers]
CALLEN: Yes, Eric?
ERIC: [over phone] All right, good news and bad news.
[OPS center]
ERIC: The bad news is that Arkady's house is state of the art. It is seriously impressive. He spent a small fortune on security. The grounds are covered with a network of electronic motion sensors and microphones; he's got infrared and high-definition daylight cameras. And it's a closed system; I can't even access it.
[In the car]
SAM: That's an impressive door. We might have to kick it a few times.
CALLEN: All right, good news?
[OPS center]
DOM: The good news is, the car's equipped with a GPS device. I hacked into it.
[In the car]
DOM: [over phone] So he's on the move. It is a maybach. We're feeding it to your GPS. It should show up any second on your screen as a red icon.
CALLEN: He's actually coming towards us. Turning left into...
SAM: Left into what? I need a street name, G.
CALLEN: Where's he going?
SAM: I don't know, but we're not going with him if you don't tell me which street to turn down.
[OPS center]
ERIC: Shopping. He's going shopping.
[In the car]
CALLEN: Let's go shopping.
SAM: Okay. Let's go shopping.
[…in the Farmers market. They stop and watch Arkady getting out of his car with 3 bodyguards]
SAM: Hmm, body guards are tight, discipline. Probably former military.
SAM: That's him?
CALLEN: That's him.
SAM: You got another plan?
[Callen doesn’t answer but gets out of the car]
SAM: I guess that's plan B, huh? I got it.
[Sam gets out, picks up a bottle in a paper bag and walks straight to one of the bodyguard. The one who walks behind the others]
MAN1: Tanner, on your six.
SAM: I thought I recognized you.
TANNER: Do I know you?
SAM: Nah, but you know my fiancée.
TANNER: I'm sorry?
SAM: Oh, now you want to apologize?
TANNER: "Apologize"? [Man1 joins his buddy while the third bodyguard pulls Kolcheck back to his car]
SAM: You didn't think I'd find out, did you? [Loudly] Hey, everyone, take a look at this home-wrecker! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. He's even got kids!
MAN1: Back off, friend.
SAM: I'm not your friend and I'm not his friend!
MAN1: [To Tanner] What is it with this guy?
TANNER: I'm trying to tell him I don't know him.
MAN1: You got the wrong guy, buddy.
SAM: Joelene. Tuesdays and Fridays in the storeroom behind the florist shop! Don't even try to deny it, man. I got witnesses.
TANNER: I don't know you. And I don't know Joelene.
SAM: A light mustache. Big-legged Joelene,
MAN1: I don't know her.
SAM: With the jheri curls. Oh, all of a sudden now, you ashamed to know Joelene? She ain't good enough for you? That's my girl!
[Kolcheck is thrown in his car but Callen is already sit in the back…A gun in his hand]
CALLEN: Nice car, Arkady.
[The bodyguard takes his weapon at soon but Arkady raises a hand]
ARKADY: It's all right, alex. Mr. Callen is a friend from the old days. I heard you were dead.
CALLEN: Like Stanhope and Taylor?
ARKADY: Yeah... and I alone, unscathed. You think I was responsible?
CALLEN: Were you?
ARKADY: No.
CALLEN: Give me a reason to believe you.
ARKADY: I sent someone to warn you. I tried to warn Stanhope and Taylor as well.
CALLEN: You sent who to warn me?
ARKADY: A Russian girl.
CALLEN: Why didn't you just warn me yourself?
ARKADY: I know you did not trust me because of what happened in Moscow ten years ago.
CALLEN: So what makes you think I would trust some Russian girl?
ARKADY: You knew her. When you were a boy, you used to bounce her on your knee.
[Callen has a flashback: he’s on a rocking chair and plays with a little girl. (children giggling)]
ARKADY: Her name was...
CALLEN: Alina. Her name was Alina…
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[Arcady’s house]
SAM: Nice crib, Arkady.
CALLEN: How did you know about her?
ARKADY: You told me ten years ago. When I asked you where you learned Russian, you said "from a little girl named Alina Rostoff." I filed it away.
CALLEN: Is there anything you don't file away?
ARKADY: Heh. Everything is useful sooner or later. I heard rumors that someone had targeted us. I tried to contact everyone, warn them, tell them to be careful.
[Man1 is there, watching the door of an office]
SAM: [whispers] You seen Joelene?
[Man1 smiles and shakes his head]
ARKADY: But Stanhope and Taylor, they had retired, lost to the dream you Americans so fervently pursue. You were the only one left in the game, G.
[He pours 3 vodka glasses]
ARKADY: So, I called in a favor, got an address where you might be living. I knew if she found you, you would believe her.
CALLEN: You didn't think I'd believe you?
ARKADY: [chuckles] Do you?
SAM: Not yet.
CALLEN: But I barely knew her. I was 14; she was four years old.
ARKADY: [In Russian]: my big brother. [In English] That's how she said she would greet you. And you would remember her.
CALLEN: She tried once. [She’s on her bike, she smiles and waves, but he’s with Gibbs] I scared her away. And...the... the-the second time, it was too late.
ARKADY: She wept for you. She thought you were dead. We all did.
SAM: Callen was lucky. Stanhope and Taylor weren't. So what does that make you, Arkady?
ARKADY: Prepared. The day you were shot, they came for me. Since then, two more times. They're beginning to annoy me.
CALLEN: Who are they?
[Arkady takes a flash drive out of a drawer]
ARKADY: You remember what operation Cossack was about?
CALLEN: Of course, the, uh, Russian mafia was being paid off to allow the flow of Russian oil into Europe. Our job was to try and infiltrate the syndicate and find out who was being paid off.
[Arkady is downloading a file]
ARKADY: And before we could even start, we were betrayed.
SAM: Why come after you now?
ARKADY: Next week, they are signing a billion-dollar deal opening up the flow of oil out of Russia into Europe. They are legitimizing their corruption. The deal was brokered by an American in the oil business. His name is John Cole.
CALLEN: He works for the syndicate?
ARKADY: Ahh, maybe he is the syndicate. For whatever reason, someone believed it better the four of us not be around to see the deal signed.
[The download is complete, Arlady disconnects the flash drive]
CALLEN: And Alina?
ARKADY: [sighs] I had her find out everything she could about Cole. She found out he liked to stay on a yacht. I set up surveillance.
CALLEN: [disgusted] So you used her.
ARKADY: [loudly] I trained her.
CALLEN: because she was a pretty girl...
ARKADY: she wanted to avenge you. [They stare at each other. Callen is touched] She waited. She watched. And then finally, there he was. And one day later, Alina was dead. [Callen lows his eyes, Arkady glances throught the window]
[He throws the flash drive to G]
ARKADY: Everything I know about John Cole.
[Hetty’s office. Nate is watching Callen’s file on the computer screen…Hetty is sit at his side]
HETTY: It worries you how little there is in his file.
NATE: Every time I come back to it, I hope someone has filled in the blanks. But it's still just a single page. No family history. No next of kin.
HETTY: All the things we take for granted. You don't think I should let him work this case.
NATE: I could put in an official psychological assessment to Director Vance recommending he didn't.
HETTY: And the director would be obliged to accept your recommendation.
NATE: And I'd lose the trust of everyone else on the team.
HETTY: Nate. What others may view as the most inconsequential of things can be a revelation to Callen. A thread here, a scrap there. Maybe this time, a tiny piece of the fabric of his life.
NATE: And if it goes badly?
HETTY: Well, then you get to tell me I was wrong. The director gets to rip me a new one.
NATE:[Chuckles]… And Callen?
HETTY: Does what he's always done: Survive.
[OPS center]
KENSI: Okay, let's see what Arkady has got for us. Our mystery man from the yacht has a name: John Cole. Lives in the shadows. He's got an oil refinery company, which he bought seven years ago.
SAM: Who's his friend?
KENSI: His friend is Max Tyrus. Could be a bodyguard.
SAM: Could be our killer. Same height and build as the guy in the apartment video.
CALLEN: So, Eric, what else do we have?
ERIC: Not a lot. This guy has built some serious firewalls around his personal life and business operations. He's even got his own server.
SAM: Current location?
ERIC: Usual tricks are coming up blank. Cole is as close to invisible as anyone I've ever seen. He's not leaving an electronic footprint anywhere.
[He raises his arms]
SAM: That hand gesture looked like a sign of surrender, Eric.
ERIC: I, I was stretching my arms.
CALLEN: Forget about Cole for a second, okay? Find Max Tyrus. You find Max Tyrus, you're gonna find Cole.
ERIC: Okay, okay. Luck's changing. Max Tyrus... I got a cell phone number. GPS is blocked.
KENSI: Pulling up his call log. Hmm. Last call was made from Cole's refinery to a jet charter company 30 minutes ago.
SAM: Planning a trip. When did Arkady say the deal's being signed?
CALLEN: End of the week.
SAM: Where?
CALLEN: Moscow. Eric, call that charter company.
[Phone dialing. Eric hands the phone to G.]
MAN: [over phone] Brad jet charter.
CALLEN: Yeah, hi, I called about 30 minutes ago.
MAN: Okay. What's your name, please?
CALLEN: Yeah, Max Tyrus, it was for West Oil Consolidated, the charter to Moscow.
MAN: Tyrus?
CALLEN: That's right. Can you just confirm again the details?
MAN: Departs 6:30.
CALLEN: And the return?
MAN: Uh, no return booked.
CALLEN: ah ah, what am I thinking? Of course.
MAN: jet will be waiting for you.
CALLEN: Thank you so much. [He hangs up]
CALLEN: Leaves in less than four hours.
SAM: Returning?
CALLEN: One way.
KENSI: Guys, we don't have evidence to stop him from leaving the country.
CALLEN: We're going to get one shot at this.
SAM: You got a plan?
CALLEN: Well, he already thinks I'm dead. Let's see how he reacts when he finds out I'm not.
SAM: Got to get in the oil refinery. Attract his attention.
CALLEN: If I'm the owner of an oil refinery, who do I fear the most?
KENSI: EPA inspectors.
CALLEN: I do…
[Downstairs]
HETTY: EPA guidelines and credentials to get you guys through the gate.
[Kensi and Callen are EPA accredited…]
CALLEN: Mm-hmm. Nice.
HETTY: And for us, a button cam. [She hangs it on G.’s shirt]
NATE: You don't know what Cole looks like.
CALLEN: Based on the photos, he's kind of blurry looking.
NATE: Yeah, but he knows what you look like, which means your cover is blown the moment he sees you.
CALLEN: Yeah, but he also thinks I'm dead, which gives me the advantage.
NATE: So you're going in as bait? You're trying to get him to react, to attack you?
CALLEN: Yeah. And if he does, we've got him. Do you have a problem, Nate?
NATE: …Look, the first few seconds will be critical. Just don't give him time to think, or else he'll see what you're trying to do, and he won't react the way you want him to.
CALLEN: Thanks. [He looks at Hetty] I'm good? [She raises her arms approvingly]
CALLEN: Kensi. [They’re gone]
[Hetty gives an approving nod to Nate who is obviously not sure he did the right thing when he didn’t call Vance…]
[West Oil Consolidated refinery. The gate opens, Sam drives a truck which enters]
SAM: I'm in.
[OPS center]
ERIC: Callen, good to go.
[West Oil Consolidated refinery. Callen stops his car at the gate and shows his ID]
CALLEN: How're you doing? EPA. It's time for your unscheduled health and safety inspection. I'm going to have to check you for regulation compliance.
GUARD: Okay. [He opens the gate]
CALLEN: Thank you, friend.
GUARD: Hey. EPA coming in.
[Kensi and G. get out of the car.]
CALLEN: We on the air, Eric?
[OPS center]
ERIC: Picture's up.
[West Oil Consolidated refinery]
CALLEN: Excuse me, ma'am? EPA.
WOMAN: Yes, can I help you?
CALLEN: Is your boss here?
WOMAN: Through the breezeway, first door on your right.
CALLEN: Thank you.
[He glances to Sam who’s just there]
TYRUS: [on his phone] Yeah, I got 'em. [He joins the agents] Excuse me. This is the, uh, third EPA inspection we've had this year.
CALLEN: Ha! Tell me about it. It's new paperwork every time. Personally, I think it's overkill. I mean, one report with supplementals... that's all it needs. Unless there's an issue.
KENSI: Oh, God, yeah. Seriously, you don't want an issue. I mean, filling out those e37s...
TYRUS: I want to call your boss.
CALLEN: Won't stand in your way. [Tyrus steps aside, preventing G. to go forwards]
CALLEN: And I don't think you want to stand in ours, either. I'm going to need to see all the usuals, okay? The outflow reports, the monitoring logs, the test results...What's in here? [He looks through the window of a door]
TYRUS: It's off-limits to visitors.
CALLEN: You think we're visitors?
TYRUS: This is a working refinery.
CALLEN: And that's why we're here.
[Sam spots a man who could be Cole]
SAM: G, behind you. Could be Cole.
COLE: What seems to be the problem?
[Callen’s face freezes. He looks like he hears a ghost. He faces Cole, whose face freezes too. They look at each other, time for the shock to vanish…]
COLE: They said you were dead.
CALLEN: They said the same thing about you. [Kensi gives him a questioning look]
CALLEN: Kensi, meet an old friend from Moscow: Ethan Stanhope. Now known as John Cole.
[OPS center]
NATE: I think we just lost the advantage.
----------------------------- ZAPPING -----------------------------------
[West Oil Consolidated refinery]
COLE: You pay people Good money, you expect them to finish the job.
CALLEN: Maybe you can get a refund. Must've cost you a lot to falsify a death certificate in Vegas. Who did they shoot anyway?
COLE: Someone no one would miss. World's full of them.
CALLEN: Couldn't afford people asking why I had survived when the rest of you hadn't. Yeah, that's why I thought Arkady was behind this. He said you tried to kill him, you missed.
COLE: Two times. Third time's a charm, set for next week.
CALLEN: Well, I misjudged him.
COLE: Lots of people do. Still fighting the old enemy, you know? Even though the curtain's down, and the wall is rubble.
CALLEN: I need to remember to apologize. So this was all about the oil?
[Sam looks closely at the scene. Tyrus puts a hand in his back]
COLE: Deal's about to be signed. Gonna have to show myself, go public.
KENSI: And if any of those three men saw you, then...
COLE: would have been embarrassing. Not to mention costly.
CALLEN: What is the going rate these days to sell out to a Russian crime syndicate, Ethan?
COLE: More than I'll ever spend. How many hits did you take?
CALLEN: Five. Thanks for asking.
COLE: I'll just need one.
[Tyrus draws his gun and aims at Kensi. Sam raises his gun]
[OPS center]
DOM: Sam, you got a shot?
[West Oil Consolidated refinery]
SAM: Yeah, but if it goes through him, I'll hit a gas storage tank.
[Kensi is hands up]
CALLEN: You don't really think we came here alone, do you?
TYRUS: My car's at the back service gate. Go!
[Cole starts running opposite to Sam; Tyrus shoots at the ex-SEAL and follows his boss. Kensi, Sam and Callen chases them]
[Kensi is at Tyrus’ heels. Sam runs behind her.]
[Cole is further, Callen close to him. Cole stops, shoots at G. and runs again. The agent manages to catch him just after he shot once more. They fight (both grunting; Callen punches down Cole’s gun, but is pushed back against an oil tank and Cole can escape.]
[Tyrus runs through tanks. Sam and Kensi splits. Tyrus aims at Kensi but she’s faster and hits his chest. He falls backwards over the security gate.]
[Cole is still running. But Sam appears in front of him. He turns round and is punched in the stomach: Callen was just behind him]
SAM: Don't move! Don't you move!
CALLEN: We good?
SAM: We're good. Turn over, tough guy. Turn over. Turn over. Put your hands behind your back.
[G. looks at Kensi above them]
[Hetty’s office. She’s reading, Nate knocks at “the door”…]
HETTY: Not such a bad day after all.
NATE: Hard call.
HETTY: But the right call.
NATE: Have you ever counted up the homes before?
HETTY: Thirty-seven. From when he was five to the age of 18, he changed foster homes every few weeks, and sometimes every few days.
NATE: The longest he ever stayed in one place was with Alina Rostoff's family. Three months. I checked. The, uh, parents died years ago. Alina stayed on with the house, so...
HETTY: Three months. Must have been something special. Don't you think?
[Callen is feeding a tea ball…]
HETTY: As I live and breathe, a convert.
CALLEN: I was tasting the paper.
HETTY: Aha. Anything exotic?
CALLEN: Just tea.
HETTY: Well...Every journey starts with a small step.
[She hands him an envelope]
HETTY: From Arkady. Through back channels. [Callen chuckles, and opens it]
HETTY: Enjoy. [She leaves him alone]
[Arkady gave him a photo: happy Alina is flying, carried at arm’s length by teen G. Callen is touched.]
CALLEN: [In Russian]: my little sister.
[He looks around, takes tea bags out of their box, and puts the photo in it carefully]
♫ [Callen gets out of his car, in front of a house. He finds a key in a pot and enters. The couch is empty, but he sees in his mind Mr Rostoff reading a newspaper. ♫ The rocking chair is still here. He sees him playing with Alina. ♫ He wipes his feet before entering the kitchen. He sees Mrs Rostoff smiling and saying “Hi” to him. ♫ Alina is running, laughing…The bedroom…He sits down on the bed, opens a cupboard: on the door, “G. Callen 83”. Memories make him sigh slightly…] ♫ ♫ ♫