Épisode Omni S05E03 - NCIS : Los Angeles Saison 5

[By night. A red Ferrari is running fast in LA streets chased by a police car- sirens blaring]

OFFICER: In pursuit of a failure to yield. Vehicle's a red Ferrari heading eastbound toward the 4th Street Bridge.

[The man behind the wheel is enjoying his time]

DRIVER: It's confirmed, but it's getting late.

[He turns left, does a 180 ° spin- stops the lights and backs in the shadow of an alley. He turns off the engine…The police car runs straight, he snickers]

DRIVER: A valiant effort, sir.

[The Ferrari engine revs – but all of a sudden explodes!]

♫♫ NCIS: LA 5x03 ♫♫ Omni ♫♫

♫♫ Original air date on October 8, 2013 ♫♫

[NCIS office. Deeks enters, alone, looks around at the deserted place. Hetty appears from nowhere]

HETTY: Good morning, Mr. Deeks.

DEEKS: Morning, Hetty.

HETTY: Are you here to return to the field? Or clear out your desk before your colleagues arrive?

DEEKS: I don't know. I, um... I got up and I drove in...Figured I'd know what to do when I got here.

HETTY: And...?

DEEKS: Ask me tomorrow.

HETTY: I shall.

[He notices a red bow on his desk]

DEEKS: Just, uh, out of curiosity, how did you know I was coming back?

HETTY: Ask me tomorrow.

DEEKS: Touché.

[She leaves him, he gets closer to his desk: there’s a note in a little suitcase: “try not to lose this one – H”. It’s a gun…]

[Later. NCIS office. Sam and G arrive together]

SAM: I'm six-three, 225.

CALLEN: That is big.

SAM: It's not big. You know, it's above average, I'll give you that. But I'm not, like, some oversized behemoth. I got good proportions, G.

CALLEN: What is this all about?

SAM: The other night, my family was watching Project Runway, and all of a sudden, it became funny time in the Hanna household. Starting talking about how I need a makeover.

[G laughs]

SAM: Don't start. When I find something that works, I stick with it.

CALLEN: I hear you. Our lives are dangerous enough without taking any fashion risks.

SAM: I tried to mix it up. I went over to Robertson to pick up some jeans over the weekend.

CALLEN: You bought clothes on Robertson?

SAM: No. You know why? Because they don't carry clothes for "men my size." That's what the guy said to me.

CALLEN: Wow. And he's still alive?

SAM: When did grown men start wearing skinny jeans?

CALLEN: Hmm?

SAM: Could you picture me in a pair of skinny jeans? I couldn't fit my arm in a pair of skinny jeans.

CALLEN: You wore huskies as a kid, didn't you?

SAM: Why do I talk to you, man?

CALLEN: 'Cause even a man your size needs a friend.

[Sam stares at him]

[Shooting range.]

DEEKS: Come on.

[He misses the heart- tries again, misses again. Last bullet hits it. Kensi is watching through the door. He pulls off his ears protections. She enters]

KENSI: New Smith & Wesson?

[Deeks sighs]

DEEKS: New gun. Same manual safety.

KENSI: It's helpful if a junky tries to snatch it from you. Someone once told me that. So, you're here to...?

DEEKS: Work. I'm here to work.

KENSI: You back?

DEEKS: I'm gonna take it one day at a time.

KENSI: Cool.

[A whistle is blowing – a recorded voice comes from Kensi’s phone]

ERIC: This is your automated call to Ops. Please proceed to the Operations Center immediately for further instructions.

DEEKS: Really?

KENSI: That would be Eric 1.0. 2.0 would be a hologram…Let's go, partner.

[They leave the armory]

DEEKS: So, if, uh, Eric 2.0 is a hologram, what is Eric 3.0?

KENSI: At that point, he's just Nell.

SAM: Well, well! I knew it was too good to be true.

[He shakes Deeks’ hand and they hug. Shake hand with Callen – G looks slightly puzzled]

KENSI: Let's go.

DEEKS: Shall we?

[G stays behind, looking at them…]

[OPS center. Nell closes Deeks hand into hers- Eric bows “welcome back”]

ERIC: Last night. Downtown. After he evaded the cops, a security cam caught this.

[The blown out Ferrari]

DEEKS: Ouch.

SAM: Ferrari's a mid-engine. I'm betting that's where the bomb was.

ERIC: Victim was Tom Norris, CEO of Norris BioTech, local firm.

DEEKS: Norris? When Tony Stark grows up, he wants to be Tom Norris. This guy throws the sickest 4th of July party every year.

KENSI: Oh, the one where the women wear red, white and blue lingerie?

DEEKS: It's beautiful; it's actually quite a patriotic soirée.

SAM: I thought that party was VIPs only.

DEEKS: Yeah, no... I...not-not that I'd been, but if I had been, which I'm not saying that I have, it's only because the security guards are very pro-LAPD.

KENSI: Which probably means he used his badge to get in.

DEEKS: Of course I wouldn't do that. That's against, uh, LAPD regulations.

KENSI: Anyway. I bet this playboy Norris left a lot of actresses and models in his wake.

CALLEN: This bomb doesn't exactly fit the supermodel M.O.

DEEKS: But husbands of models, that's a different story. They say that husbands of models are the worst. They say-- I don't say that. People told me...I'm gonna stop talking.

NELL: Okay, Hetty's still on with the State Department, but the headline is Norris BioTech was working on a highly classified ricin vaccine.

ERIC: Currently, no vaccine exists for the toxin. And so far, ricin attacks have been limited in size and scope.

CALLEN: But if a ricin vaccine got into the hands of a well-funded group, they could vaccinate highly skilled operatives.

SAM: A terrorist group. Instead of using radicalized zealots willing to die for a cause, they could use pros.

CALLEN: We need to find out if this vaccine project was compromised. Why don't you head over to Norris BioTech, see what he was working on?

KENSI: Yeah, you got it.

SAM: Let's go see the Ferrari.

CALLEN: I'll meet you at the car.

[He has watched Deeks going out]

HETTY: Mr. Callen.

CALLEN: Did you know Deeks was coming back to work today?

HETTY: No.

CALLEN: Mm-mm. Do you think he's ready for the field?

HETTY: I don't know if Mr. Deeks himself knows the answer to that question. But...your concerns are duly noted, Mr. Callen. Anything else?

CALLEN: I guess we'll see.

[LAP Garage]

SAM: Car wasn't stock. Turbo conversion...suspension upgrade.

CALLEN: Nothing paid for with tax dollars was gonna chase this thing down.

SAM: Got the trigger. It's mounted to the engine block with a temperature gauge. Car reaches a certain temp, flips the switch... boom.

CALLEN: LAPD said that the chase was six miles long. That trigger must have been set at a pretty high temperature.

SAM: Yeah, smart. You might let someone drive your custom Ferrari, but...

CALLEN: Not me. Car like this?

SAM: I'm saying if you were to let me...

CALLEN: You're not driving my Ferrari.

SAM: You don't have a Ferrari.

CALLEN: It's your game.

SAM: Okay. If my friend-- not you-- were to let me drive their Ferrari...

CALLEN: Your friend's not very smart.

SAM: ...they wouldn't let me redline it through downtown. The only person that would push the car to extremes and drive the engine temp up that high is the owner.

CALLEN: So the trigger ensured that Norris would be the one killed.

SAM: The trigger isn't the most interesting thing about the bomb.

[He picks up white powder with a blade –G sniffs it]

CALLEN: White phosphorus!

SAM: Burns long and hot. Worse than napalm. Most militaries banned its use.

CALLEN: So what's it doing in a car bomb in Los Angeles?...

----------------------- ZAPPING -------------------------

[Nell is briefing Sam and G by phone from the OPS]

NELL: You don't just buy white phosphorus. It's always accounted for and under lock and key. But two months ago, the Serbs slated for a large amount of it to be destroyed. Now, the white phosphorus was in old ammunition shells left over from the Bosnian War, but the entire shipment was stolen during transport.

SAM: Professional job?

NELL: Yup. A precision team, they took down the transport caravan.

CALLEN: Any leads?

NELL: I'll know more once I can connect with Interpol.

SAM: All right, thanks, Nell.

[They return to the challenger]

CALLEN: White phosphorus in a car bomb is one thing. If an entire shipment of this stuff is out on the streets...

SAM: We got to find this bomber.

[Kensi has parked the car. They head to Norris BioTech building]

KENSI: You surf around here, right?

DEEKS: Sure do. Staircase, Heavens, County. This is my trifecta.

KENSI: All right, so why don't you pick the lunch spot?

DEEKS: What? You never let me pick where we eat.

KENSI: I know, but I'm making a gesture. Welcome back to work gesture.

DEEKS: Done, all right, Neptune's Net. Best clam chowder on the west side.

KENSI: Good idea, ease your way into solid food.

DEEKS: Whoa, wow, did that just happen? Did you just make a torture joke?

KENSI: I'm sorry. Was that too soon?

DEEKS: No, no, that actually may be too late.

KENSI: What? Oh, come on. You haven't been here. It's been building up.

DEEKS: All right, you know what, fire away.

KENSI: I have no idea what you're talking about.

DEEKS: Get it out of your system. Let's hear it.

[She chuckles]

KENSI: Do your new teeth have satellite radio or just terrestrial? Think a surfboard company makes a leash for your gun? Would you have screamed louder had they cut your bangs?

DEEKS: Wow. You done?

KENSI: Nowhere near, but it feels good.

DEEKS: Yeah.

KENSI: I missed you.

DEEKS: Sorry, what?

KENSI: I mean, I...I missed having someone to beat up on, because...Callen and Sam, they're just...they don't...get my humor.

DEEKS: You're still talking.

KENSI: Whatever. You know what I mean.

[She climbs the steps]

DEEKS: I do…

[NCIS office. Nell hails Sam and G as soon as they’re back]

NELL: Ever hear of a group called Omni?

SAM: It's a transnational criminal organization. Multi-ethnic.

CALLEN: It's like an all-star team; it's got senior members from various Eurasian criminal groups.

NELL: All-stars with white phosphorus. Interpol recovered some of it when they busted a group of Omni members in an undercover sting.

SAM: And the rest of the shipment?

NELL: Still unaccounted for.

CALLEN: So Omni either planted the bomb to kill Norris or they supplied the white phosphorus to the person who did.

[They’re heading to the OPS]

[Norris BioTech hallway. A guard is leading the way]

GUARD: The test samples are stored in a secure vault in the lab. Only the ricin vaccine team can enter.

KENSI: We're gonna need remote access to your surveillance systems.

DEEKS: And all Mr. Norris's computers.

GUARD: Of course.

[Lab-office. A man in suit is sit at the table, another (with a white coat) is standing behind]

KENSI: Mr. Paulson, how long did you know Tom Norris?

PAULSON: Norris Biotech was the third venture Tom and I worked on. He-he was a visionary.

MAN: That's a strong word.

KENSI: Do you know anyone who would want to harm Mr. Norris?

MAN: You mean blow him up?

KENSI: Yes.

PAULSON: No, no, he wasn't the kind of guy who went through life making enemies. People loved him.

MAN: Except Rawlings.

KENSI: Who's Rawlings?

PAULSON: Todd Rawlings. He was at Norris's last company. Dr. Rawlings filed a patent lawsuit against Tom a few years back. It was a baseless claim, and we defended it. Rawlings went broke trying to keep that suit going.

KENSI: Well, did it ever go beyond the courts or did he ever threaten Mr. Norris?

PAULSON: He said some awful things, but Tom never took him seriously.

MAN: Well, maybe he should have.

KENSI: Dr. Leonard, how long were you working with Mr. Norris?

LEONARD: Uh, from 2011 until...roughly six hours ago. He hired me to create the ricin vaccine.

PAULSON: Dr. Leonard believes it's viable. We're gonna start clinical trials soon.

LEONARD: It is viable.

DEEKS: Is that information public?

PAULSON: Uh, no. Just key executives and the doctors on the research team know about the specific progress.

DEEKS: Okay, we're gonna need a list of all those people.

PAULSON: Of course.

LEONARD: Um, agent people, if we're done here, I have work to do.

[They stare at him -he leaves the room.]

[Later, Deeks and Kensi leave the building]

KENSI: Something's off about Dr. Leonard; I don't like him.

DEEKS: Well, genius is often misunderstood.

KENSI: Yeah? How would you know?

DEEKS: Maybe, maybe he's just really socially awkward.

KENSI: Or maybe, maybe he's hiding something.

[OPS center.]

ERIC: Well, no dice on Dr. Rawlings. After losing the lawsuit to Norris, he gave up on biotech. The guy's been giving scuba lessons in the Keys for two years.

CALLEN: Did you find anything on Norris's computers?

ERIC: I just started looking into them. Seems that he was a member of the Angeles Ridge Racing Club.

[Photos of the track pop up on screen]

SAM: It's a members-only racetrack.

CALLEN: That would explain the modifications to his car.

ERIC: Norris kept a garage at the track where he stored the Ferarri.

SAM: And a private garage is a good place to rig a bomb where no one's watching.

NELL: I'll get started on a warrant.

CALLEN: Hold off on that. If the bomber's a member of the track, a warrant may tip them off.

SAM: Have Kensi and Deeks check out Norris's house. G and I will hit the track, pose as potential members.

ERIC: That's not gonna be easy. Memberships are tough to come by. Referrals only.

SAM: Yeah, unless you pull up in something that, uh, the members want to see on their track.

CALLEN: Something maybe a little more exotic than the Challenger? No offense.

SAM: None taken.

[NCIS garage - Sam laughs: they’re removing the cover of a car… ]

SAM: Hm!

[Callen sighs]

SAM: Now all we have to do is convince Hetty.

CALLEN: Unless...

SAM: Unless what? G…

CALLEN: It would take us, what, 45 minutes to get there and back?

HETTY: Gentlemen! Are you going somewhere?

CALLEN: Hetty, Omni is a priority for State and the president.

SAM: Which is why we have to get on the track and see if the bomber left any evidence.

HETTY: In my Cobra? With who driving?

SAM & CALLEN: Me.

HETTY: Oh, you've clearly thought this through.

CALLEN: We have. SAM: Of course.

CALLEN: & SAM: I will drive.

HETTY: Gentlemen, this car was restored to fit me like a glove.

SAM: I can fit in the car, Hetty.

[They laugh]

HETTY: Even if you could, the aerodynamics would be ruined.

SAM: "Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines." From the mouth of Enzo Ferarri himself.

CALLEN: Impressive!

HETTY: Oh, yes, very. You still can't drive my car.

CALLEN: Sorry, big fella.

[He’s proudly heading to the left door]

HETTY: Neither one of you can drive my car. But you could trailer it to the track.

SAM: So we can tow the car to the track?

CALLEN: And then not drive it around the track?

HETTY: Precisely.

CALLEN: We'll go to Norris's house. Have Kensi and Deeks check out the track!

HETTY: Splendid idea.

[They walk out]

SAM: I could fit in the car, G.

CALLEN: Yeah, right.

[Hetty leans forwards, close to the car]

HETTY: Hello, gorgeous.

[♫ Kensi drives to the track, towing a huge trailer. She stops, a guard comes up]

MAN: May I help you, ma'am?

KENSI: Yeah, that'd be great. I'm a guest of Tom Norris.

[He hesitates]

KENSI: Is there a problem?

[OPS center. Kensi has pulled off her glasses and put them on her shirt – The camera is inside]

ERIC: Reorientating image.

[Track]

MAN: Ma'am, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Mr. Norris died earlier today.

KENSI: Wait... what?!

[A man appears]

MAN2: Everything okay, Bob?

BOB: She's a guest of Mr. Norris.

MAN2: I got it from here.

[Kensi is crying]

BOB: Thank you.

KENSI: I can't believe this. I-I had dinner with Tom two nights ago, and he told me to come by with my car...

MAN: I'm so very sorry, uh, Miss...

KENSI: Wells. Miss Wells.

MAN: Look, I don't usually do this, but why don't you come inside? I can't in good conscience allow you to drive back to Los Angeles in this state.

KENSI: Thank you.

MAN: Okay?

[He leads the way – Kensi smiles…]

----------------------- ZAPPING -------------------------

[G and Sam get out of the Challenger, near Norris’s house]

SAM: This is some good living.

CALLEN: Was. Norris is dead.

SAM: Beautiful models, fast cars, massive beach house, when the man was living, he was living.

[They enter]

CALLEN: I don't get this kind of place. It's not my style.

SAM: Good, 'cause it's not your bank account style either.

CALLEN: Well, you know what, even if I had this kind of money, I don't know, all this glass and this stone, just a little...

SAM: Cold? Not homey enough for you?

CALLEN: Yeah. Maybe.

SAM: This coming from a guy who lived out of a rucksack and cheap motels for five years.

CALLEN: It was a homey little rucksack.

[Sam searches the kitchen; G, the desk]

CALLEN: Sam, got Leonard's personnel file. Norris must have been looking into him.

SAM: Oh, Kensi thought something was off with the doctor. Maybe Norris did, too.

[He rummages into papers]

SAM: Got a number here.

[He pulls out his phone, dials the number]

SAM: FBI. L.A. field office.

CALLEN: Why was Norris contacting the FBI?

SAM: I don't know.

[He notices reflections on the walls, looks at the ceiling]

SAM: Uh, G?

[Callen is lost in his thoughts]

CALLEN: Maybe Kensi's hunch...

SAM: You may want to see this.

[G looks …at girls swimming! The pool is above, seen through the ceiling]

[Pool side]

GIRL1: Should we...put our hands up?

GIRL2: Want to cuff us?

CALLEN: Who are you?

GIRL2: Bree.

GIRL1: Tammie.

SAM: Oh, that clears everything up.

BREE: We're friends of Tommy's.

TAMMIE: He in some kind of trouble? Are we in trouble?

SAM: Thomas Norris was killed this morning.

BREE: What?! Tommy's dead?

TAMMIE: No, he can't be.

[They hug- Sam and G exchange a look]

TAMMIE: Can we still use the pool?

[Sam whispers]

SAM: Deeks is gonna kill himself for missing this.

CALLEN: Yeah, we might not want to mention this one.

[He examines the girls from head to foot -Sam chuckles softly]

[Kensi wipes away some tears, sighing, groaning – she’s yet parked inside – near the pits]

WOMAN [over P.A.]: Mr. and Mrs. Woller, please report to Guest Services..please report to Guest Services. Thank you.

MAN: I've placed you on the guest list at the day spa.

KENSI: Thank you so much.

MAN: Here's some water.

KENSI: Oh. Thanks.

MAN: Do you mind if I take a look at the car you brought?

KENSI: Oh, no, not at all. That's why I brought it.

MAN: Great.

[The Cobra is leaving the trailer]

KENSI: Easy, easy. Careful, easy. All right, all right, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[People come close to watch it]

MAN: Shelby Cobra.

KENSI: That's right. Family heirloom.

MAN2: Brady let her on the track. I got to see this Cobra run.

[Kensi chuckles]

KENSI: I don't know if I could do that.

[Deeks is hidden in the truck she drove]

DEEKS: Uh, you do know, Kensi. You need to drive this car, 'cause I cannot sit in the back of this truck forever.

BRADY: How about it? Let's give this Cobra a go.

DEEKS: Yeah, Kensilina, how about it?

KENSI: I-I don't think I should.

MAN: Not even a lap?

DEEKS: You need to stop worrying about Hetty, 'cause if you don't drive this car, they're gonna think something's up.

BRADY: Is this really your car?

DEEKS: Told ya.

KENSI: Are you kidding me? Of course it's my car. It's my baby.

BRADY: If it's your baby, then drive it.

[OPS center.]

ERIC: Don't drive the car, Kensi.

NELL: She won't, unless she wants her head on a stake.

DEEKS: Kensi, drive the car.

ERIC: Do not do it. Hetty will kill you.

[Engine revving: the Cobra is at the starting line – Kensi wears helmet, gloves and sun glasses]

[Deeks gets out of the truck]

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, we are presenting a vintage exhibition sports car at the starting line. You don't want to miss this one.

[Deeks has reached Norris’s garage- he searches the place, finds a bolt]

[Track. Engine revving: green flag for the Cobra]

MAN: Go!

[Kensi drives fast…Hetty enters the OPS…]

HETTY: Is that my Cobra? Is Ms. Blye driving my Cobra?

ERIC: Uh, actually, uh...Well, she's, um...

NELL: Yes, Kensi had to drive it to maintain her cover and provide Deeks with the opportunity to search the garage.

ERIC: That.

HETTY: Uh-huh…

[Kensi has fun! The Cobra flies - tires screeching, engine revving. Eric can’t believe his eyes: Hetty closes her hands around an invisible wheel and “drives”! Kensi whoops when crossing the finish line]

HETTY: Yes!

[Eric and Nell smile – she gives them a nasty look.]

[Inside Norris’s garage, Deeks has spotted something under the jack]

DEEKS: Come to Papa.

[He picks it up]

[OPS center.]

ERIC: FBI's got no record of Tom Norris calling their L.A. field office.

NELL: Well, whatever he wanted to tell them, he never got a chance to.

[Door opens]

NELL: Ha-ho! Nice driving, Kens.

KENSI: What can I say? I'm a natural.

DEEKS: And *I* am a crime fighter. Evidence from Norris's garage.

ERIC: Ah, metal cap, bolt, chewed gum. I'll get it to Forensics.

DEEKS: Ooh, actually. The gum may be...

[He removes it from the glove]

DEEKS: Yeah, no, that's mine.

KENSI: Ew.

ERIC: Gross.

NELL: Jackpot! Facial rec got hits back from the racetrack.

ERIC: Triple cherries.

NELL: Three different guys affiliated with three different Eurasian crime syndicates.

KENSI: All three groups have known members in Omni.

ERIC: Check out this guy Rasik. Interpol's got him as a person of interest in over ten murders related to Omni.

DEEKS: Well, Omni has the white phosphorus and they had access to Norris's Ferrari at the track.

ERIC: That's weird.

NELL: It's more like incriminating.

ERIC: No. I set up an alert to notify us if anyone opened the vault at Norris BioTech.

[He pulls up the vid onto screen]

ERIC: That's Dr. Leonard. He's pulling all the ricin vaccine samples.

KENSI: And now he's leaving.

DEEKS: Call Callen and Sam. They're close by.

[Dr Leonard is leaving Norris BioTech. He greets someone]

LEONARD: Hi.

[The challenger bocks his way]

CALLEN: Dr. Leonard. Federal agents.

[He shows his badge]

CALLEN: Like to have a word with you.

SAM: He's gonna run.

CALLEN: No way.

[Leonard runs…]

CALLEN: Unbelievable.

SAM: I told you.

[He sighs and chases the guy- only a few seconds later:]

SAM: Ah, ah, ah!

LEONARD: No! Please! Aah!

SAM: How'd you think this was gonna play out?

[He cuffs him]

LEONARD: Ah, you have to help me. You don't understand.

[G has pulled the vaccine samples box out of his pocket]

LEONARD: This isn't what it seems. They took my family! You got to believe me.

[Later, by night; boatshed. Nell and Eric from the OPS on the screen in the observation room]

NELL: Dr. Leonard does indeed have a wife and son. But I can't locate them.

SAM: Any communication between the doctor and Omni?

[Eric pulls a photo onto the screen: a gun threatening Mrs. Leonard and her son]

ERIC: I did pull this text exchange from his phone.

[“To see your family again take all Ricin Vaccine samples from the lab. Bring the samples to Hollywood and Vine. ANY communication with the police and they will be executed”]

[Interrogation room]

LEONARD: The text said I could trade vaccine samples for my family.

CALLEN: And you have no idea who sent it?

LEONARD: No.

SAM: You spoke with two NCIS Agents earlier. Why didn't you show them the text message?

LEONARD: I was told if I involved the police that they'd...

[His voice breaks]

LEONARD: they'd be killed.

SAM: Well, getting your family back is our top priority.

LEONARD: Well, then, go get them back. Please.

SAM: We don't know where they're holding your wife and son. But we do know they want this vaccine. They'll be there when they set the meet up with you.

CALLEN: You'll be wired for sound and video. We won't lose sight of you. As soon as...

LEONARD: I don't know if I can do this.

SAM: You can.

LEONARD: I not good at, um...I can't...

SAM: You have to…

[Leonard nods]

[The interrogation room door opens- Sam and G leave it.

CALLEN: Omni has to be behind this.

SAM: You know, I get them strong-arming Leonard for the vaccine samples. But why kill Norris?

CALLEN: Maybe they went to him first. Norris didn't want to play ball, he has no family to leverage against him, so they kill him.

SAM: Yeah, it makes Leonard more likely to cooperate. Whoever did this knows a lot about Norris BioTech. Could be dealing with an inside man.

[Later. Daylight. In the Challenger, Sam and G watch Leonard waiting on the sidewalk]

CALLEN: He's an awkward guy. You think he can handle it?

SAM: He's got no choice.

[Leonard sighs anxiously – the OPS have footage from a camera hidden in his glasses. A little further, Deeks and Kensi (in short shorts) are looking at clothes]

DEEKS: You know, the goal here was to look like a Hollywood hipster. Ensemble you got going, it's like Gap threw up some Hot Topic. Definitely not hip.

KENSI: Yeah, well, it takes a special kind of guy to wear jeans that skinny.

DEEKS: Hey, they're tight. I mean, they're real tight. They're tight because I need my space. You know what I mean? Tight in all the right places.

[Sam chuckles]

KENSI: And yet you still found room to hide your gun.

SAM: They're like Archie and Edith.

CALLEN: It's more like Archie and Meathead.

SAM: Either way, they're getting their groove back as partners.

[Callen looks unconvinced]

SAM: I've seen guys go through worse. He's gonna be fine.

KENSI: Heads up, guys. It's Rak, one of the Omni members from the track.

SAM: Something's up. He wouldn't come alone.

[Rak taps on Leonard’s shoulder – they start walking]

CALLEN: Deeks, you see a spotter?

DEEKS: Negative.

KENSI: He's moving the doctor on to the curb.

SAM: He's moving towards the bus.

DEEKS: On it. Go.

[Kensi and Deeks run]

DEEKS: Watch out.

[Too late- they miss the bus]

KENSI: We lost them on the bus!

[Tires screech: the Challenger is chasing the bus]

SAM: I knew it. I told you he'd use the bus trick.

CALLEN: No, you didn't.

SAM: Well, I may not have actually verbalized it.

CALLEN: Oh, but you were thinking it?

SAM: Yup.

CALLEN: Uh-huh. Just get ahead of the bus, would you, Nostradamus?

[OPS center.]

ERIC: Dr. Leonard just handed Rasik the container with the vaccine

[Sam stops the challenger- the bus stops at its bus-stop. Dr Leonard is with his wife and son]

LEONARD: He has it.

SAM: G, he's getting off the bus.

CALLEN: I got him.

[But Rasik pushes a woman who fells into Callen’s arms and manages to flee. The agents start the chase; Kensi and Deeks arrive too. The man enter a building and takes the stairs, Sam and G on his heels]

SAM: Go, go.

[The man is on a roof – it’s a parking lot. Kensi has driven here, she stops in front of him. She gets out, as Deeks does, guns ready]

KENSI: Federal agents!

[The man wheels round: Sam and G have too their guns aiming at him. He raises his weapon – Sam, Kensi and Callen shoot…Then Callen search the body]

CALLEN: He doesn't have the vaccine.

[He exchanges a look with Sam…]

----------------------- ZAPPING -------------------------

[Police is in the scene. There’s indistinct radio communication]

SAM: Omni wasn't taking any chances.

CALLEN: Well, it's a good thing we weren't either. Eric, where are we with the GPS tracker on the vaccine vials?

[OPS center.]

ERIC: I can't get a signal from the tracker. Let me try something.

SAM: Find me that signal, Eric. Omni has the resources to make a quick exit.

[OPS center.]

NELL: Guys, I found the handoff. Before Rasik exited the bus, a woman took the fake vaccine, and probably spotted you guys. I'm running her through facial rec now.

[Parking lot. Kensi and Deeks]

KENSI: How you doing?

DEEKS: You mean after my first violent confrontation back on the job?

KENSI: You didn't take the shot.

DEEKS: I thought it'd be overkill if I shot him, too. Get that? "Overkill"? 'Cause he's...

KENSI: Uh-huh.

DEEKS: Okay, listen, Kensi. I'm fine, all right? I didn't take the shot 'cause I didn't have the angle. Sam and Callen were both in my sight line. I'm good.

[Kensi sighs; Deeks joins Sam and G]

SAM: You good?

DEEKS: Yeah, I'm good.

[They stare at him]

DEEKS: God, you guys, I'm fine, all right You stop walking around me on egg shells. I understand it's my first day back and you're worried about me, but I'm-I'm good. You know what? I'm-I'm better than good. I haven't wet the bed in over a week, and the voices in my head are all but gone away. Shut up! No, you shut up! I'm fine.

SAM: Seems good to me.

DEEKS: Thank you.

[OPS center.]

NELL: Hey, guys, get this. Facial rec hit a passport from Croatia. Natalija Tutic, and she's got ties to Omni. Sending you a pic now.

CALLEN: Do you know what kind of car she's driving?

ERIC: [Over com] Negative. But her signal just came up.

[OPS center.]

ERIC: She's exiting the 10 East and heading north on the 605.

[Parking lot]

SAM: Angeles Ridge Racing Club.

KENSI: They have a helipad and a private runway.

CALLEN: Track was Omni's exit plan for the vaccine.

SAM: Let's do it.

[Each duo runs towards its car]

[OPS center. Nell and Eric in ftont of the large screen- Eric’s computer beeps]

ERIC: There was an outside investor. Tom Norris funded Norris BioTech from the windfall he made on past bio-patents, right? About 14 months ago, he started a new company and diverted all his funds there. So Norris BioTech needed an outside investor.

NELL: Hmm. Now if I were a betting gal...

ERIC: Which you are.

NELL: Which I am.

ERIC: Yeah.

NELL: I would wager that the influx in cash came in after Norris BioTech made headway on the ricin vaccine.

ERIC: And you, my lady, would win that wager. 14 months ago, they started phase two of the project.

NELL: Thank you.

ERIC: Mm-hmm.

NELL: So, who made the investment?

ERIC: Uh...Well, okay, the money came in through Moorpark Capital,

NELL: Right.

ERIC: which is the venture capital arm for the holding company Truftin Investments,

NELL: Okay.

ERIC: which is an asset of Lindencrest Ventures.

NELL: Sure. And...?

ERIC: And...the funds came in through this guy. Henrik Vuksan. Interpol lists Vuksan as a high-ranking member of Omni. And Homeland Security had him flying into L.A. this morning on a French passport.

NELL: That's who they're taking the vaccine to.

[They exchange a look…]

[In the challenger running to the track]

SAM: Norris wasn't bragging about his company at the track.

CALLEN: No, Omni was in on this from the beginning. They bet on him. They bet he'd put together the right group of people to crack the code on the vaccine.

SAM: They were just using the track to stay close to him. Working the long game.

CALLEN: It still doesn't explain why they killed Norris.

[They stop at the track. Braddy comes close]

BRADY: May I be of some assistance to you gentlemen?

CALLEN: Federal agents. We have reason to believe a suspect in our investigation is on these premises.

BRADY: Well, if that's the case, I'd love to cooperate, but our members' privacy is very important...

[They walk straight forward, he needs to walk backwards]

BRADY: Can you guys stop walking? Okay, I can't let you in there without a warrant.

SAM: A warrant? That doesn't sound like cooperation or assist...

CALLEN: Partner.

[He sees Vuksan, Tutic and the another bad guy]

BRADY: I don't want to have to call security.

[Sam spots the villains, too, and notices the gun the woman is raising]

SAM: Down, down, down!

[She shoots, people are screaming, Sam, G and Brady hide behind tires]

SAM: Good thing I don't need a warrant to save your life!

[The agents take shots too – hit the woman and the guy but Vuksan gets into a Lamborghini]

SAM: He's running for the track.

[They take the Challenger and chases the yellow car- both engine roar, tires screech…]

CALLEN: He's headed for the club exit.

SAM: Enough of this.

[He cuts the chicane, takes again the track but to the opposite direction]

CALLEN: You got this?

SAM: I got this.

[Both cars are speeding, getting closer to each other very fast. Man turns the wheel right to avoid the collision. He spins…and stops. Sam stops at his side]

SAM: Out of the car!

[Vuksan obeys]

SAM: Put your hands on the car.

[He cuffs him]

CALLEN: That's some damn fine driving, partner.

SAM: American muscle, baby.

[Callen’s phone phone rings]

CALLEN: What do you got, Eric?

ERIC: [Over phone] Forensics are back on the evidence Deeks got from Norris's garage.

[OPS center.]

ERIC: The bolt is from the Ferrari's suspension, but the metal cap is for a jar of liquid cement and it had white phosphorus trace on it.

CALLEN: [over phone] Used the liquid cement to mount the trigger.

[Track]

CALLEN: Any prints?

ERIC: [over phone] One. Running it through AFIS now.

[OPS center.]

ERIC: So far, no hits, but, Callen, I checked it against Maran Rasik and Henrik Vuksan's prints. It doesn't belong to them.

[Track]

CALLEN: [To Sam] That bomber's still out there.

----------------------- ZAPPING -------------------------

[Boatshed. Interrogation room. Vuksan is cuffed]

SAM: So if you didn't plant the bomb that killed Norris, then which one of your Omni comrades did?

VUKSAN: Why do you people think that we killed Norris?

CALLEN: Files on his computer. He discovered Omni was investing in Norris BioTech, and he was going to the FBI with the proof.

SAM: If Norris is dead, FBI isn't involved. Even you can follow that logic.

VUKSAN: Omni's interests lie in commerce. Norris was a great CEO. Commerce is better for us when Norris is CEO.

[Sam and G exchange a look and leave the room.]

[Next door]

SAM: Omni was just hanging back, driving cool cars on the track, waiting until Norris BioTech had a vaccine.

CALLEN: When Norris was killed, they'd realize the heat's coming down. They got to get those vaccines out, leave town.

SAM: Dr. Leonard had access. He was easy to manipulate.

[Nell’s face appears on screen]

NELL: Hey, guys, get this. Ten days ago, Norris BioTech ordered the necessary elements to make white phosphorus.

SAM: Is the purchase linked to a specific employee?

NELL: Mm-mm. The items were lumped into a larger cross-company order.

CALLEN: Is it possible our boy's telling the truth? Someone within Norris BioTech killed Norris using Omni's M.O.?

SAM: Norris could've confided in one of his employees that Omni was an investor in own company. It wouldn't take much research to find out that Omni just stole a shipment of white phosphorus.

CALLEN: You kill Norris with white phosphorus, the investigation goes straight to Omni.

SAM: Norris could've told anyone in the company about Omni.

CALLEN: If it was me...

SAM: Mm.

CALLEN: I'm going to the person I started three companies with.

SAM: Rick Paulson.

CALLEN: Exactly. Norris tells Paulson about Omni's investment in Norris BioTech. Paulson sees it as his opportunity to get out of Norris's shadow, and take control of the company.

SAM: It's good timing. Right before the ricin vaccine profits started rolling in.

ERIC: [Over video] Guys. We just got an I.D. off the print on the metal cap from Norris's garage.

[Norris BioTech. In the Lab. Paulson is working on a computer]

WOMAN: Mr. Paulson? There's some people here to see you.

PAULSON: Maggie, the press conference is in ten minutes. I'll answer any questions they have then.

WOMAN: Sir, they're Federal agents.

[Paulson stops typing on his keybard and looks at monitors of surveillance camera. G and Sam are in the hallway. He grabs keys, takes a gun out of a drawer, and leaves the lab in a hurry. He has reaches the outside]]

CALLEN: Hey! Stop!

[Kensi stops her car – a woman is about to get into her car just near Deek]

DEEKS: Drop your weapon! No, lady, get down!

[Both yell, roll over the ground. Paulson uses his gun, is hit by an agent- Sam dives and they too grunt and roll over stairs]

SAM: Easy. It's over.

[He cuffs the guy who grunts- kneeling on his back]

SAM: Stop moving.

[Deeks and the woman get back on their feet]

DEEKS: You okay?

WOMAN: I'm okay!

DEEKS: She's okay.

PAULSON: Someone get this giant off of me!

CALLEN: He's not a giant. He's just husky.

SAM: Kensi, you good?

KENSI: Oh, yeah. You?

SAM: Perfect. Get up.

[Paulson groans]

DEEKS: Yo, Deeks, that was crazy, man. How you just saved that woman's life and then fell down a 90-foot cliff? What? Don't worry about it. It's just a job, man. It's what I do. Break hearts and save lives, huh? Just knowing you guys care, that's enough, right? Ooh! Oh, ah...

[He staggers]

DEEKS: what does it mean when you got shooting pains going down your back and you can't feel your legs?

[NCIS office. Sam and Deeks are sit on the couch, G in an armchair, watching Kensi’s driving on the monitor]

KENSI: Watch it, watch...Right there! Boom! I made up two seconds on that turn. That is some pretty cornering.

SAM: Maybe we should show this video to Hetty.

CALLEN: That wouldn't be pretty.

HETTY: That was masterful driving,

[Kensi stops the video at once]

HETTY: Ms. Blye.

KENSI: Thank you. I mean...I'm sorry.

HETTY: Oh, no, no, no. Don't apologize. You drove her the way she was meant to be driven.

KENSI: Oh.

SAM: If that's the case, then I can fit in...

[Callen shakes slightly the head; Sam sighs, groans…]

HETTY: Did you say something, Mr. Hanna?

SAM: Oh, nothing. Nothing. I'm straight.

HETTY: Oh, uh, I need to inform you all that because of an executive order, Omni's shares of Norris BioTech are now the property of the U.S. And Dr. Leonard will be the acting president of the company. That's it.

DEEKS: Good for him. See? I told you. He's, uh, socially awkward and annoying because he's a super genius.

KENSI: Great. What's your excuse?

DEEKS: Ow. Walked into that one.

[He stands up painfully]

DEEKS: Oy.

CALLEN: Deeks, can I talk to you?

DEEKS: Yeah, the back is fine, thanks for asking.

[They’re face to face]

CALLEN: I don't want you here.

DEEKS: Sorry. What? Okay, this is usually where...you insert the punch line.

CALLEN: I don't want you here until you're ready to be back.

[Deeks laughs]

DEEKS: Okay. Did you, did you see me today? I mean, I was like Starsky AND Hutch.

CALLEN: I'm talking about your mindset.

DEEKS: "Mindset."

CALLEN: I can't have you coming in here second-guessing yourself, trying to figure out if this job still makes sense for you. That's not safe for you. It's not safe for us.

DEEKS: Yeah. Well, I want to be here...

[They gaze at each other]

DEEKS: ...and I'm ready to be back.

[G looks for the truth in Marty’s eyes – nods slightly]

CALLEN: Good.

SAM: Let's go, partner.

[G exchange a last look with Deeks and follows Sam; Deeks is lost in his thoughts]

KENSI: See you tomorrow.

[She taps hands with Sam]

CALLEN: Nighty night.

KENSI: Night.

[Sam and G are gone]