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[In the kitchen of a house, a woman is cutting beans into little pieces. She’s talking to her dog]
WOMAN: These rock. Seriously. Better than last week's. Want to taste one?
[She throws a bean – the dog sniffs it and whines]
WOMAN: No? Really? Okay. Fine. Suit yourself. You know, there's a whole world out there, other than kibble, that you're just never gonna taste. You have to live with that, not me.
[The dog starts growling. He gets up, growls again and heads toward the door]
WOMAN: Aw, big, bad Bubba got his feelings hurt?
[Bubba barks]
WOMAN: What's the matter, tough guy, you can't find your binkie?
[Bubba is still barking; she decides to go checking]
WOMAN: Bubba? Bubba?
[The dog doesn’t stop]
WOMAN: Bubba...What are you doing there?
[He’s barking and jumping at the door – but outside…]
WOMAN: How did you open the door? Bubba...?
[She notices a shadow, the shape of a person in a painting at her right. Someone wearing a helmet is assaulting her]
WOMAN: Aah! Help!
[They fight; she pulls out her vest, the guy falls down; she flees in another room, closes the door and blocks it with a chair; but before she can open the window, the guy breaks into the room. He pulls out a gun, grabs her throat; she can’t move, breathes heavily (she notices a scar on his neck…and Bubba appears: he bites the guy who yells and lets the woman go. She runs outside; Bubba is snarling. There’s a gunshot and the dog whimpers…The woman is in the street, she grabs a passer-by]
WOMAN: Help! Help me! Please! Please help me! Oh, my God. Help me!
[A motorcycle engine starts, the bike speeds off, tires screeching…]
♫ ♫ NCIS: LA 5x12 ♫ ♫ Merry Evasion ♫ ♫
♫ ♫ Original Air Date on December 17, 2013 ♫ ♫
[NCIS office. Callen and Sam are coming in.]
CALLEN: I think Michelle was right. You shouldn't have done that.
[Sam scoffs]
CALLEN: It's just not very Christmassy.
SAM: It was one card. Not all of the cards, just one. I read it, she read it. I got an update on my buddy's family and I tossed it. The card had glitter on it.
CALLEN: So what do you have against glitter?
SAM: It's the Devil's dust. Once that stuff infects your house, it's a wrap.
CALLEN: All right, that in itself is a therapy session. All I'm saying is you ought to display your holiday cards.
SAM: Display them?
CALLEN: Yeah. Put them on your fireplace, show them off a little bit.
SAM: I don't have a fireplace.
CALLEN: Then put them on a decorative ribbon. I've seen that done before.
SAM: How many holidays cards do you get besides the one from the Hanna household?
CALLEN: Me personally?
SAM: Yeah.
CALLEN: Not many. But my aliases pull about, I don't know, 50?
[Deeks appears]
DEEKS: Mele Kalikimaka, boys.
[Sam chuckles]
SAM: Deeks.
DEEKS: Uh-huh.
SAM: What do you do with the holiday cards you get?
DEEKS: What are you talking about? Display 'em on my fireplace.
CALLEN: Thank you.
DEEKS: Oh, wait, let me guess--you're making holiday lanyards out of paracord and then hanging the cards on those? See, red and green paracord would be sick.
CALLEN: That's not a bad idea.
DEEKS: That's what I'm talking about.
SAM: Okay, if-- and I emphasize if - I was to display them--how long would I have to keep them up?
[Eric clears his throat – he’s standing in the mezzanine; he wears reindeer’s antler…]
ERIC: January 3.
SAM: January 3?!
DEEKS: Minimum.
CALLEN: Minimum.
ERIC: Come on, guys. We caught a case.
[OPS center.]
NELL: This morning, downtown, home invasion.
DEEKS: Ooh... somebody put a BOLO out on Krampus.
[Puzzled looks…]
DEEKS: Krampus is a Christmas demon from the Alps- steals children. Never mind. I'll stop talking.
CALLEN: What'd he take, Nell?
NELL: Nothing. The homeowner, Lily Lockhart, fought him off with the help of her Belgian Malinois.
ERIC: Bubba was shot. He's in surgery at the vet.
SAM: I'm guessing if the case showed up here, she's related to Senator Lockhart?
ERIC: Daughter. And the State Department wants to know if it was more than just a random home invasion.
SAM: Where's the senator now?
ERIC: Right here in L.A. Winter recess.
NELL: U.S. Capitol Police has been with him already, so he's secured at his office.
CALLEN: Why was he travelling with Capitol Police protection?
NELL: The senator's been spearheading an investigation into China's People's Liberation Army Unit 61398.
CALLEN: China's cyber warfare unit.
ERIC: Tech geniuses with English language skills. They're suspected of cyber espionage and large-scale hacking of U.S. tech and aerospace firms.
NELL: There's been chatter that the PLA is not thrilled with the senator's new agenda.
CALLEN: But with Capitol Police protection, the senator's a hard mark to hit.
SAM: If the PLA's here and they attack the senator's daughter on our soil, we got to put 'em down.
HETTY: My feeling exactly, Mr. Hanna.
[She’s coming in]
CALLEN: Where is Lily now?
ERIC: LAPD's Alvarado station.
HETTY: I'd like you gentlemen to secure Ms. Lockhart in protective custody, bring her to the boatshed for an interview.
SAM: You got it.
[Sam and G leave the OPS]
HETTY: And you two can go interview the senator.
DEEKS: The two of...You mean the two of me?
HETTY: I want you and Nell to see the senator, find out if he knows anything about these Chinese PLA threats.
DEEKS: Me and... Nellosaurus?
HETTY: Yes, I move fast, Mr. Deeks. Gotta keep up.
NELL: Let's go, Shaggy.
[Deeks chuckles]
DEEKS: Well played. I'm with you, Velma.
[She’s already gone; he follows]
DEEKS: Just for the record, this is a terrific idea. Terrific.
[Hetty exchanges a look with Eric and smiles…]
[LAPD Station. G and Sam are leaving the building with Lily]
LILY: They told me Bubba's in surgery, so...we'll have to stop at the animal hospital on Wilshire.
CALLEN: I'm sorry, Ms. Lockhart, we need to take you directly to a secured location until we can determine the threat level.
LILY: Okay. "Ms. Lockhart"? No. How 'bout we just...go with just Lily.
[Sam chuckles]
SAM: Okay, Lily. We have agents on the way to speak to your father. When we get there...
[Lily stops dead and interrupts him]
LILY: My dad? What does my dad have to do with this? The police told me it was a home invasion.
SAM: We're looking into that angle also.
LILY: Wow, that's great. I don't talk to him for two years, and he still picks the most perfect time to come into my life and screw it all up. So, the guy that attacked me was looking for my father?
CALLEN: We haven't determined that.
LILY: Oh. Cool. "Hey, Lil, why weren't you at my Christmas party?" "Oh, because I was being detained at a...magical secured location." Awesome.
[She steps forwards. The agents exchange a look…]
[Senator’s place. Deeks and Nell come into his office]
LOCKHART: Thanks, Mac. How is she? Did you see Lily?
DEEKS: No, we didn't see her, sir.
LOCKHART: NCIS thinks this attack has something to do with me?
NELL: We are looking into every possibility, Senator. Recently, you've been very vocal in the press about Chinese PLA Unit 61398.
LOCKHART: That unit's dangerous. They need to be monitored and dealt with as intensely as any threat to our national security.
DEEKS: Capitol Police are investigating the threats made on your life. Do you think the PLA's behind those?
LOCKHART: I don't know. That's Neidra Industries' theory.
NELL: The government contracting firm?
LOCKHART: Yeah, they're specialists in cyber warfare tactics. They discovered the chatter and deemed it a threat.
DEEKS: All right, we'll follow up with Neidra and, uh, if you think of anything else.
LOCKHART: I'll contact you if I do.
NELL: Uh, after the attack on Lily...didn't you want to go see her?
LOCKHART: When I called the police station, they told me she wouldn't see me. It's the price I pay for spending more time with my Army unit than I did with her when she was growing up.
NELL: Mmm. I'm sorry. I didn't...mean to, um...
LOCKHART: It's okay. Lily's strong. She's learned to do without.
DEEKS: Thank you, Senator.
NELL: Thank you.
[They leave him]
[In a Mercedes driven by Callen]
LILY: I'm sorry if I came off a little...It's just that my father and I don't really have a good thing.
SAM: It's all good.
LILY: …You remind me of my dad's friends.
SAM: Your dad's got good taste.
LILY: You with SF?
SAM: I was with the Teams.
LILY: So you're a SEAL, huh? Got a workout DVD you want to sell me?
[G laughs]
LILY: So, you're the SEAL. What's your story?
SAM: Yeah, what's your story, G?
LILY: Wait, no, let me guess. Um, rich kid turned lawyer turned NCIS agent.
CALLEN: Rich kid?!
LILY: Yeah. You got this kind of country club vibe about you. I bet you even tuck in your shirt when no one's looking.
[Sam laughs]
CALLEN: This job does not exactly support the, uh, country club lifestyle.
SAM: What do you do to pay the bills, Lily?
LILY: Private chef. I do slow food.
SAM: Oh. I'm all about the slow food thing.
CALLEN: What the hell is slow food?
SAM: It's eating what's around you. Watching it grow. Knowing your food, G.
LILY: Impressive.
CALLEN: I know my food.
LILY: Oh, yeah? What'd you have last night?
CALLEN: A burger.
LILY: Okay, do you know the cow's name?
CALLEN: Mac. [He looks at Sam] And he was "big."
[They laugh; Lily chuckles]
LILY: Okay.
SAM: Ah, you see what I'm up against?
LILY: Mm-hmm.
SAM: Try making informed food decisions with this guy for a partner.
LILY: Do you have any idea how far that "burger" had to travel...
[Suddenly a pick-up spins to block their way. And G spots a car heading towards them from behind]
CALLEN: Funnel.
SAM: Lily, get down! Punch it, G. Go! Go!
[G speeds up straight toward the pick-up. Men with masks and automatic weapons get out; Sam shoots through the windshield – hits one of the men but the Mercedes takes bullets too in the radiator grill. G skids and stops. Sam kills the 2nd shooter but out of the other car, 4 men with masks shoot at them with automatic weapons. Sam opens the back door]
SAM: Come on! Come on! Come on, come on, come on! Down, down, down, down, down!
[They kneel behind the Mercedes. The gunfire increases between the agents and the men coming from each side of the street.]
CALLEN: Loading! Long guns and go bags are in the trunk!
SAM: Trunk's too exposed! I can't get to it! Cover me!
[He opens the passenger’s door and grabs a distress rocket]
SAM: On three!
LILY: What happens on three?
CALLEN: They're coming pretty quick. How 'bout on two, huh?
[Gunfire is heavier than ever]
LILY: Can I know the plan?!
SAM: On two, you're gonna run like a bat out of hell.
CALLEN: One!
SAM: Two!
[G takes Lily’s hand and they run – Sam covers them]
CALLEN: Down! Stay down! Stay down! Stay down!
[Sam lights the rocket, opens the gas tank – the men are running across the street – Sam throws the rocket inside the tank and runs as fast as he can. The men are close to the Mercedes when…BOOM!! In a ball of fire, the Mercedes blows up…]
LILY: Oh, my God.
[None of the men is moving – the agents and Lily flee the scene…]
------------------ ZAPPING -----------------
[They enter a warehouse]
CALLEN: Stay here.
[They split]
SAM: Hetty, we got ambushed. Civilian is secured. No injuries; minimum two shooters still mobile.
CALLEN: Clear.
[OPS center.]
ERIC: Copy that, Sam. We've locked your GPS position. QRF is en route.
[Warehouse]
SAM: Copy. QRF is on its way.
LILY: What's a QRF?
CALLEN: Quick Reaction Force.
SAM: We just got to hunker down. They'll be here soon.
LILY: Okay, heroes on the way. Okay.
[She breathes heavily but stays calm…]
[Afghanistan. Base camp. Granger is watching documents]
KENSI: Morning.
GRANGER: Morning.
KENSI: Where is everybody?
GRANGER: Well, I sent Harris to Athens, and Booker and a couple of the others to Istanbul.
KENSI: What for?
GRANGER: Little R & R for the holidays.
KENSI: Really? Wow. That was nice of you.
GRANGER: It wasn't for them. It was for me. I got tired of hearing them whine. They're living in this motor home, hot running water, satellite TV, Internet-- when I was in the field, we were lucky if we scored a tent.
KENSI: Yeah, I bet you walked ten miles to school in the snow, too. Don't suppose you're sending me to LA?
[He shakes his head]
KENSI: Paris?
GRANGER: No.
KENSI: …What do we got?
GRANGER: Satellite's spotted several groups of men high-tailing toward Pakistan last night.
KENSI: Mujahedeen?
GRANGER: Well, if they weren't, they will be soon. My guess is they're inmates the Taliban busted out of Zarghun Shar Prison.
KENSI: Makes sense. Jail-break a few criminals, give them weapons-- instant army.
GRANGER: There's also been a big uptick in the amount of money moving through the hawala networks. It's often a precursor to a major attack.
KENSI: We gotta find that white ghost.
[The door is opening – a man enters]
GRANGER: Blye, you remember Agent Sabatino, CIA. Special Activities Division.
SABATINO: Hey.
[Kensi is stunned]
KENSI: Yeah, hey.
GRANGER: So how'd you make out?
SABATINO: Well, they were over the border before we could engage them. We put the ANA on high alert and they're, uh, doubling the patrols along that stretch. Let me know if anything changes.
[A satellite phone rings]
SABATINO: Yeah.
[Granger answers and goes to another room- leaving Kensi and Sabatino alone]
GRANGER: Go for Granger.
SABATINO: Well, nice to see a familiar face.
KENSI: Likewise. Granger didn't tell me you were here.
[Together] SABATINO: I'm not. KENSI: You're not.
KENSI: Of course. Yeah. Neither am I.
SABATINO: Is that coffee?
KENSI: Some form of it.
SABATINO: Thank God.
KENSI: So, how long have you been here?
SABATINO: Uh, almost three months, but...feels like three years.
KENSI: Thought you got called back to Washington to head the search for Siderov's nukes.
SABATINO: I was, but they pulled me back for this.
KENSI: This was more important than three stolen nukes?
SABATINO: Well, you know Washington, right? Nice work, by the way.
KENSI: Thanks.
SABATINO: Yeah. I would've liked to have gotten a shot at the guy who killed Snyder myself, but...glad you got him. Yeah... I heard two of your guys got pretty messed up.
KENSI: Yeah, but, thankfully, they're okay. You...hungry?
SABATINO: Yeah. I've been humping through the Kush for three freaking weeks. If I have to eat another rodent, I think I'm gonna die.
[He has taken out of the fridge a lot of Bookers’s boxes]
SABATINO: So what's your part in all this?
KENSI: I was brought in as a shooter for the Spin Pairay-- White Ghost guy.
[He nods incredulously]
KENSI: What?
SABATINO: Nothing.
KENSI: You don't think I have the sniper skills?
SABATINO: Do you?
KENSI: Would I be here if I didn't?
SABATINO: Granger didn't tell you what happened to our last shooter?
KENSI: No.
SABATINO: The guy you're replacing, Sanders-- he was SOG, too-- he came over with me. He got caught by the Muj. I found his body. I never found his head.
[Kensi gives a look at Granger speaking indistinctly…She stares nastily…]
[Warehouse] G is reloading
LILY: So... what do these QRF guys look like, anyway?
CALLEN: What do you mean?
LILY: I mean, are they, like, total longhaired WOD-crushing Hemsworths, or, like, wiry, cerebral Goslings?
CALLEN: I'm not sure I even know what those words mean.
SAM: Are those people?
LILY: Really?!
[Sam notices a shadow outside]
SAM: G, window.
CALLEN: Get in there.
[He helps Lily gets inside a container while bullets are already coming from the window. The door flies open: the 2nd shooter uses his automatic weapon…His buddy enters too]
CALLEN: Take 'em alive!
[One guy is shot by Sam- he falls down; the second is hit in the shoulder; he picks up the 2nd weapon and covers his path to the exit by shooting with both hands…Sam goes checking the door carefully – G looks at the pulse of the other man]
SAM: He's gone.
CALLEN: What happened to taking them alive?
SAM: Your guy's alive, but he escaped. Is that some kind of big win?
CALLEN: He's clean. Check out the Lowa Boots.
SAM: Chinese PLA hiring Mercs out of Europe now?
CALLEN: Maybe.
LILY: Um...the, um... the guy that attacked me…
[She wipes away some tears from her face]
LILY: he... he had a scar on his neck like that.
[G takes a photo of the scar]
SAM: We need to move.
CALLEN: I'll send it over to Ops. Let's go.
[They leave the warehouse]
[OPS center.]
ERIC: The shooter's car didn't have plates, but...Callen sent this in. Doesn't look like Chinese PLA to me. I'll run him through Facial Rec.
HETTY: What a good idea.
[Eric types rapidly…]
[G, Sam and Lily are walking; they’re almost under a bridge when Sam spots a gay looking around with binoculars]
SAM: Cover. Move it.
[They hurry out of sight]
SAM: That SUV-- it's the second time I've seen it.
CALLEN: He can't see us.
SAM: They're tracking us.
[G looks at Lily]
CALLEN: You have a phone?
LILY: No. It's at home. Do you remember the whole crazy assassin thing? Oh.
[G grabs her, makes her turns face against the wall and searches her]
LILY: Oh, okay, that is happening. What?
CALLEN: You said you fought the guy at your house. He could have put a tracking device on you.
LILY: O... kay.
[G shakes the head]
CALLEN: No.
LILY: It was just getting fun.
SAM: It's got to be our phones.
CALLEN: They're using Stingrays. They could have pinged our phones during the ambush.
SAM: Let's send them on their way…
[They’re walking in a street]
CALLEN: Sam?
[He stops and they see through a shop window the reflection of the SUV – and its driver. Sam pulls out his phone, wipes the secure datas and takes a plastic bag out of a bin]]
LILY: What?
SAM: G, give me your phone.
[G wipes the secure datas first]
LILY: Phones and a plastic bag? What...? What are... what is phones and a plastic bag? That makes a bomb?
[Sam puts the phones into the plastic bag]
CALLEN: Stay back.
LILY: Phone bomb. Oh, nice.
[Sam blows up the bag – opens up a sewer sheet and throws the bag down: it floats down the water…heading to the ocean.]
SAM: On its way to San Pedro.
[The driver of the SUV starts the engine, and the car runs away…]
LILY: That worked. That-that actually worked. He's leaving.
CALLEN: Don't sound so surprised.
LILY: Okay, so, what do we do now? Do we flag down the police, or steal a car?
SAM: No, no. We do that, we show up on the police scanner, and they'll be listening. We'd be leading them right to us.
CALLEN: Look, we're dark now, okay? We can't call our team, but we also can't be traced. On foot and anonymous is the safest way. We're gonna get you out of this, Lily.
LILY: That-that seems very vague. "Get-get me out of this." That could mean a lot of different things.
CALLEN: I need you to trust us.
SAM: G? Let's move.
[They start walking…]
------------------ ZAPPING -----------------
[OPS center. Eric is typing rapidly]
HETTY: Any luck, Mr. Beale?
ERIC: Callen and Sam ditched their phones in the city drainage system, but after that, it's like they just disappeared.
HETTY: That's good. That's what they do.
[The computer beeps]
ERIC: Got a hit from Interpol on the picture Callen sent. All right, Malik Terzik. He's a Bosnian national with suspected ties to an Eastern European paramilitary group called Roda.
HETTY: Bosnian Merc.
ERIC: How's a guy like this connected to Senator Lockhart and his daughter?
HETTY: That's what you need to find out.
ERIC: Where's Nell when you need her? Not that I...need... Nell. You know, it'd just be nice to have her...
[He clears his throat]
ERIC: No. Never mind. Nell's out in the field 'cause Kensi's on a super-important mission. I get it. Kensi is on an important mission, right?...
[Afghanistan. Base camp. Granger is packing gears. Kensi shouts at him angrily. Both are ready to go outside]
KENSI: When were you going to tell me?
GRANGER: Tell you what?
KENSI: About the shooter I'm replacing.
GRANGER: I wasn't.
KENSI: Why?
GRANGER: It's not relevant to your mission.
KENSI: It's not relevant to my mission? I'm here because the guy before me was decapitated. Sabatino told me what happened.
GRANGER: So now you know.
KENSI: But why weren't you going to tell me? You think I couldn't handle it? Or you think I'd get spooked? What?
GRANGER: I figured you knew this is a war zone, Blye, and I assumed as such, you realized our enemies weren't going to treat us to afternoon tea if we got captured. So, yeah, your predecessor got his head chopped off. But I would hope you wouldn't need to be told that in order to avoid having the same thing happen to you. Now, we've got intel to gather. Let's go.
[He leads the way; she follows, slowly; Sabatino stares at her]
SABATINO: You okay?
KENSI: Yeah, I'm peachy. You coming with us?
SABATINO: No. I just got back. Besides, I work alone. Nothing personal.
KENSI: Right.
SABATINO: Maybe we could do something together when you get back.
KENSI: Like what?
SABATINO: I don't know, but I'm sure we can think of something.
KENSI: …
SABATINO: Ooh. Maybe we can rent a camel and go clubbing.
[She smiles]
KENSI: Yeah, okay.
[She’s gone…]
[Sam, G and Lily are walking in an alley – by trash containers]
LILY: I used to drive by those and think, "Big trash can." Now I think, "warm cocoon of safety."
[Sam checks his gun mag.]
SAM: Two rounds.
CALLEN: I'm dry.
LILY: Wait-- we only have two bullets left?
SAM: I got two bullets. You got your fists.
LILY: Oh, my God, two bullets, two bullets, two bullets.
CALLEN: Hey, look, saying it over and over again's not gonna make it three bullets, okay?
[Sam chuckles]
LILY: Why are you smiling? Don't smile. There's nothing to smile about. We are not having fun. We are barely surviving.
SAM: You can't barely survive-- either you do or you don't. And we're still here, all right?
LILY: We only have two bullets left.
CALLEN: I might be able to fix that.
[And he starts walking – they follow…]
[Deeks and Nell are following their tracks]
NELL: So this is the last place Eric pinged their phones. There's got to be something here.
DEEKS: Sam and Callen are being hunted down like wild boar, and we can't even find 'em.
NELL: I kind of feel bad for the guys hunting them.
DEEKS: Oh, I got it.
NELL: What's that?
DEEKS: They went that way.
NELL: And how do you know?
DEEKS: 'Cause they got to match the baseline. Behind us, there's a bunch of bankers in suits. They might as well be wearing neon signs. But this way, jeans and Henleys all day long, baby.
NELL: The "baseline," huh?
DEEKS: Last spring, Kensi used her vacation days to go to this urban tracking class. Couldn't stop talking about baseline. Evidently, it's a big part of urban tracking.
NELL: Hmm. Go, Kens.
DEEKS: Honestly, who does that for fun, you know what I mean? If you give me a week's vacation, I'm going to the beach. I don't care if it's the left coast or the right coast or Hawaii, but there's gotta be sand, there's gotta be surf, and there's definitely gotta be ladies in bikinis.
NELL: I know where they're going.
DEEKS: Yeah, but the beach is too far.
NELL: Okay, maybe I don't know exactly where they're going, but I know what they need.
DEEKS: Are you playing Password?
NELL: Between the attack on the Mercedes and the fight in the warehouse, Callen and Sam are probably out of ammo.
DEEKS: So, you think they're at Walmart?
NELL: I heard a rumor that the Agency sets up caches in major cities for food, supplies, ammo...
DEEKS: You heard a rumor about a super-secret CIA cache?
NELL: Okay, so I didn't hear a rumor; maybe I read something I wasn't supposed to.
DEEKS: Okay.
NELL: Either way, if they're out of ammo, Callen would know where these caches are.
DEEKS: Okay, so where are they?
NELL: That's the part that was redacted.
DEEKS: Does Hetty know?
NELL: Mm, not likely. The system I read about is strictly need-to-know for field agents.
DEEKS: So what do you think?
NELL: Uh, follow the baseline?
DEEKS: Baseline.
NELL: Yeah.
[They start moving…]
[Hetty sits down in Lockhart’s office]
LOCKHART: Ms. Lange, I've been making some calls, but I don't know what to do.
HETTY: Senator, I don't have a daughter and I can't imagine what you're going through. I will not disrespect you by pretending that I do. But I do want to say that Lily could not be under the watch of two more qualified or driven men than Agents Callen and Hanna. They will bring Lily home.
LOCKHART: Thank you, Henrietta.
HETTY: Of course.
[She pulls out a photo]
HETTY: This is Malik Terzik. He's a Bosnian mercenary.
LOCKHART: This is one of the men after Lily?
HETTY: Yes, he was. He's dead now.
LOCKHART: I don't know him.
HETTY: Well, we're investigating his finances to see if the Chinese could have hired him.
LOCKHART: I did a lot of work in Bosnia.
HETTY: Yes, I-I know you did. We're-We're looking into that as well.
LOCKHART: The way you speak of Agents Callen and Hanna, the...respect-- people used to speak about my unit that way.
HETTY: Yes, they did.
LOCKHART: And now, when it matters most, with Lily out there and scared, I gotta sit here on the sidelines.
HETTY: You know what they say about aging, Senator. It ain't for bitches.
[He smiles…She smiles back…]
[G stop – there’s a truck across the street]
CALLEN: There's the cache.
LILY: That electrical thing?
CALLEN: Yep.
SAM: Hidden in plain sight.
[Workers (water and power- 3rd District) are surrounding a pylon]
LILY: Okay, how do we get those guys out of there, so we can get to the bullets?
CALLEN: You're up, Sam. I can't do everything around here.
SAM: Everything? What planet do you live on?
CALLEN: Planet Reality, brother. Come on in, the water's warm.
LILY: Okay, guys...
SAM: I can't even tell you how many the times I've covered your...
CALLEN: Covered for me?! Oh, now you're covering for me?
LILY: Guys...what is the plan?
SAM: Boss ride-along.
CALLEN: Fine.
LILY: What?
CALLEN and SAM: Wait here.
[They cross the street, head to the back of the truck and take helmets and security vests. Then they go straight to the workers team]
SAM: This how you run your territory?
CALLEN: Definitely not, sir.
W&P WORKER: Can I help you guys?
CALLEN: I hope so.
W&P WORKER: Who are you?
CALLEN: I'm District Manager Stevens...
W&P WORKER: District what?
SAM: Newly appointed district manager.
CALLEN: Just let me talk to my guy, please. Okay?
[They step apart]
CALLEN: Look, I'm gonna be buying you a beer and probably a pitcher. Strike that. I'm gonna be buying all you guys pitchers.
W&P WORKER: Oh, all right. So what's going on?
CALLEN: I was supposed to move you to a water main situation on Figueroa, and I didn't. It's my bad, but here's the deal. Today's my first day, and the boss decided to ride along.
W&P WORKER: Ah.
CALLEN: I'm hurting here.
W&P WORKER: We got your back. All right, let's move! Gotta be down on Figueroa ten minutes ago.
CALLEN: Thank you.
[Workers all get into the truck; the engine starts – it runs away]
[G unlocks the door with a code – it opens and in the electricity box they see…ammos; many ammos and guns and water…]
SAM: I ever tell you I love spies?
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[G and Sam load their guns and fill up their pockets – and the bag they found.]
SAM: Let's roll.
[G hands a bottle of water]
LILY: No, thanks.
CALLEN: You gotta hydrate.
LILY: A one-time-use plastic? Are you crazy? Haven't you ever heard of the North Pacific Gyre?
CALLEN: Nope.
SAM: You're gonna now.
LILY: It's a bunch of plastic twice the size of Texas floating in the middle of the ocean-- it's gross.
CALLEN: All right, no plastic. How about food?
[He hands a candy bar]
LILY: Unidentifiable man-made sludge? No, thanks.
[Sam is dialing on a satellite phone]
CALLEN: So you'd rather starve?
LILY: I eat correctly. I can go days without food.
CALLEN: You buying this?
SAM: Macronutrients, G. Look it up. [The lin rings] Deeks, it's Sam. We're back online. We're gonna need your help.
LILY: I'm sorry. Why are we going back towards the bad guys?
CALLEN: Look, they lost us. They'll be doing a spiral search away from the warehouse.
SAM: If we're gonna end this, we got to find out who these guys are. [On phone] Deeks, tell Eric to lock on this sat phone.
CALLEN: Lily, they've been hunting us long enough. Now it's our turn. You good?
[She nods]
SAM: Let's get these guys. Right.
[G is walking fast (alone) in the street. A man is following him. He enters a garage – the guy runs, pulls out a gun and tries to catch up. A car is coming from behind. Quickly; Kensi’s car. He glances at it.
SAM: Federal agents! Drop it!
[Sam and G are blocking his way – and the cart stops near his heels]
SAM: Drop it!
[Nell and Deeks get out of the car – both with ready guns. The man drops his weapon]
SAM: Turn around. Put your hands on your head.
[The guy obeys]
CALLEN: Thanks for the help, guys. Good to see you.
[Afghanistan. Granger and Kensi are back at the base camp. They stop in front of a glittering fir tree made in cardboard]
KENSI: Christmas tree.
GRANGER: Fa-la-la.
[She lets him step away]
KENSI: Grinch!
[They’re in. The table is laid – and decorated]
KENSI: Huh, the elves have been busy.
SABATINO: You see that Christmas tree?
GRANGER: Yeah, we did. Nice work, Sabatino. Now everybody's reminded of how homesick they are.
[Sabatino opens the oven; Kensi leans forwards]
KENSI: Oh, my God! That smells delicious!
SABATINO: And just in time for dinner.
[A beautiful browned turkey is in the dish]
KENSI: Wait-- did you make this?
SABATINO: Not just a pretty face. Oh, and we got mail, too. I left it on your racks.
KENSI: Awesome. I'm gonna go wash up.
[She leaves the men. Granger looks at the turkey]
GRANGER: It's not turkey, is it?
SABATINO: Bearded Vulture. But it tastes just like turkey.
GRANGER: I'm gonna take your word for it.
[Kensi finds a packet – a Christmas present]
[The garage is busy. Police and federal agents. Lily gets into a NCIS SUV; the busted man in a police’s one]
MAN: Excuse me.
CALLEN: Thank you.
HETTY: [over phone] What do you have, Sam?
SAM: This guy's not talking.
CALLEN: He's probably afraid of Ludomir Susic, the head of Roda.
[OPS center.]
HETTY: [over phone] Susic's run Roda for years, but he's never surfaced in America till now.
[Garage]
HETTY: Facial rec caught him going through LAX.
SAM: Well, whatever he's here for is worth the risk to him.
[OPS center. Nell is back]
ERIC: Uh, the guy you picked up may not be talking, but his phone is. He's only called or received calls from one number. It's a prepaid.
[Garage]
CALLEN: Susic's phone.
SAM: You got a location on that prepaid?
[OPS center.]
ERIC: Triangulating now.
[Deeks comes in]
DEEKS: Capitol Police just called. The Senator ditched his security detail. He's in the wind.
HETTY: He didn't run until after he knew Lily was safe.
[Garage]
NELL: [over phone] Uh, guys, I just got an alert from the IRS.
[OPS center.]
NELL: Senator Lockhart received a wire transfer to a bank in Singapore yesterday: $200,000.
[Garage]
SAM: We could be looking at this wrong. What if the senator and Susic are working together?
[OPS center.)
NELL: If they are, why go after Lily?
[Garage]
CALLEN: If the senator and Susic had deal and the senator got cold feet after he was already paid, Susic's not gonna be happy.
SAM: He'd want to motivate the Senator to complete the deal. Going after Lily does that.
ERIC: [over phone] Guys...
[OPS center.]
ERIC: I think I know where the senator's going. Susic's phone's at Pershing Square.
HETTY: Go.
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[Pershing Square. A waltz is playing at the skating ring. Senator Lockhart is waiting for someone. Callen is not far from him. A little further, Deeks and Nell.]
CALLEN: Deeks, you got eyes on Susic?
DEEKS: Negative. I got the senator, but no Susic.
[The senator freezes.He’s just noticed a man]
DEEKS: Wait a minute. I got someone approaching.
SAM: Deeks, is that Susic, headed over to the senator?
DEEKS: Can't confirm. Moving closer for a visual confirmation.
[Nell sits down]
CALLEN: Susic's not coming here without a spotter. Keep your eyes open.
[The senator and Susic greet each other]
DEEKS: That's Susic.
NELL: Sound coming in.
[She pulls discreetly out of her bag a laser mic]
SUSIC: [staticky, over coms] ...your daughter survived.
[Live]
SUSIC: She might be safe today, but she won't be given 24-hour protection. I can touch her in...two weeks, two months, two years, whenever I want.
[Deeks is close to the men]
LOCKHART: That's why I'm going to kill you.
SUSIC: I expected nothing less from you when I called. But you won't kill me in a crowded plaza.
LOCKHART: You don't know me.
SUSIC: But it will look like we did know each other. After you pull your gun and my men kill you, the U.S. will find an account with your name on it. An account that I funded. You will be branded a traitor and I will still kill your daughter.
SAM: Susic's got men here. We gotta get eyes on them before we move in.
LOCKHART: Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?
SUSIC: Do you remember Grbavica? In 1994, the unit you commanded murdered a man they called VUK...a great man.
LOCKHART: A great man? He was a warlord. He killed innocent people in his own...
SUSIC: He was my father.
[Nell spots a man heading towards Susic]
NELL: Got eyes on the spotter. Gray jean jacket. He's been watching the senator. I think he's got a gun.
SAM: There's at least one more.
CALLEN: This is about revenge.
SAM: Take Susic, I'll find the other spotter.
CALLEN: Deeks, you've got the Senator. Nell, take out the spotter.
NELL: Yep.
[She pulls out her gun and presses it against the guy’s back]
NELL: You move, I shoot.
[A man is pulling out a gun – Sam runs. Deeks and G run too]
DEEKS: Senator! Move! Move!
[He grabs him while G tackles down Susic whose gun is already in his hand.]
DEEKS: Go, go, go, go, go!
[Sam catches up with Susic’s man in time; a gunshot echoes – people start screaming]
DEEKS: Everybody down! Down!
[Sam wins his fight – Susic has takes a knife and is about to strike – G blocks his arm and his head; Susic yells]
CALLEN: Sit-rep?
NELL: I'm good!
[She’s cuffing “her” man]
DEEKS: Senator's secure.
SAM: Shooter down and detained.
[Susic groans in pain…]
[Boatshed. Observation room. Lily looks worried. Sam and G come in with the senator. G speaks to a NCIS agent]
CALLEN: We're good, thanks.
LILY: Dad.
[He steps forwards – they hug…]
LILY: I love you.
LOCKHART: I love you, too.
[Eric appears]
ERIC: Someone else wanted to see you.
LILY: Bubba!
[Bubba whines – he’s so happy to see her]
LILY: Oh, hi, baby. What a love. Hi.
[The senator steps back to the agents]
LOCKHART: Thank you, gentlemen, for watching over Lily today. You went above and beyond.
CALLEN: You're welcome.
SAM: Well, from the stories I've heard, you'd have done the same.
LOCKHART: I owe you gentlemen a debt. It will be repaid.
[He leaves them]
CALLEN: I think we've earned ourselves a cold beer, partner.
SAM: Or six.
LILY: Hey. What about me?
SAM: You've earned yourself a job, cooking us a slow food dinner.
LILY: Yes. That I can do.
[Sam chuckles; Lily gets serious]
LILY: Thank you.
SAM: You're welcome.
CALLEN: You're welcome.
[She hugs each of the agents. Meanwhile Bubba is with Eric and the senator]
ERIC: That's the boy. That's the boy.
LOCKHART: Good boy.
ERIC: Yeah.
[NCIS office. Eggnog is ready…Deeks has the nose almost inside…]
DEEKS: That doesn't smell right.
NELL: Move it.
DEEKS: Mmm, it smells like a hobo.
NELL: Get out of there.
DEEKS: Mmm, wow. That is a lot of brandy.
[Nell pours him a glass]
DEEKS: I don't think you can even technically call it eggnog, at this point.
NELL: Pull up your skirt and drink.
DEEKS: Wow. Well-played.
NELL: Now, look, I know it's gonna take me a while and I'll probably never get to Kensi's level, but...
DEEKS: Not without a booster seat.
NELL: Wow.
DEEKS: No, I'm kidding. You... you did great today.
NELL: Yeah?
DEEKS: Yeah. You did.
NELL: Thank you.
DEEKS: Cheers to that.
NELL: Cheers.
DEEKS: Thanks.
[Eric, Sam and G surround the table]
NELL: Mmm. Okay.
[Hetty joins G]
HETTY: Mr. Callen...
CALLEN: Keeping Nell out in the field?
HETTY: Nell has a job up in Ops. You remember?
CALLEN: Mm-hmm. You wouldn't be grooming her for any specific job, would you?
HETTY: Whose job would that be?
[He doesn’t know what to think of it – she gives him a wink! He laughs – they go to the table]
CALLEN: How is that?
NELL: Ooh.
DEEKS: It's gonna change your life.
NELL: Here you go.
DEEKS: It's that good.
NELL: All right, a little eggnog...
SAM: I gotta tell you, the proportion of eggnog to brandy in this--perfect. Most people, they water it down too much.
NELL: Yeah?
SAM: Yeah. It's perfect, it's delicious.
NELL: Thanks.
[Deeks coughs]
NELL: I was just saying the same thing to her about how good it was.
HETTY: A strong batch, Nell.
[They laugh – Deeks is still coughing]
SAM: Guys...to Kensi.
HETTY: To Kensi.
CALLEN: Kensi.
ERIC: Kensi.
NELL: Kensi.
DEEKS: Kensi.
[Meanwhile in Afghanistan Kensi is ripping the paper off the packet. She opens it and laughs]
KENSI: Christmas cake. Hetty, you are a terrible re-gifter.
[But when she moves the cake box, the rattling sounded awkward. She opens it and finds…a satellite phone…]
KENSI: Of course.
[She presses a button – and a phone rings on Hetty desk.]
HETTY: I see you got my present.
KENSI: I certainly did. Thank you.
HETTY: This is a secure line. No one else has this number or the one you're calling. Do not let this phone out of your sight. It's your only true lifeline.
KENSI: I won't
[Hetty sighs]
HETTY: How are you doing?
KENSI: Fine.
HETTY: Bone china is fine. You are not bone china.
KENSI: I'm doing very well.
HETTY: Uh-huh. What's your assessment of the task force?
KENSI: They're okay.
HETTY: I think the mountain air must have limited your vocabulary.
KENSI: They seem competent...but withdrawn. They're not the friendliest bunch.
HETTY: Anyone in particular stand out to you?
KENSI: How so?
HETTY: An outlier? Someone who...doesn't seem to get along with the others? Um, someone who could, perchance, be a traitor.
KENSI: You think there's a leak?
HETTY: Well, I think the insurgents are doing an uncanny job of avoiding our best efforts at tracking them.
KENSI: What do you want me to do?
HETTY: Smoke them out. Give them each a variation of some disinformation, in confidence. See who bites first.
KENSI: And if they do?
HETTY: Make it stop. And be careful.
KENSI: Always.
HETTY: Oh...there's another number stored on your phone. It, too, is a secure line. Merry Christmas.
KENSI: Oh, thanks, Hetty. Who...
[The line disconnects beeps three times…]
[Hetty looks at her phone – and smiles slightly; Deeks is singing…walking towards the agents’ desks]
DEEKS: ♫ And a real famous cat ♫ all dressed up in red ♫ And he spends the whole year ♫ Working out on his sled ♫ It's the little Saint Nick ♫ [falsetto] ♫ Little Saint Nick...
HETTY: Mr. Deeks.
DEEKS: Huh? Ooh...Sorry, was that too...awesome? 'Cause I can...I can turn it down a notch.
HETTY: Check your desk drawer. I left you a little present.
DEEKS: Oh. Thank you, Hetty. And, uh...Merry Christmas.
HETTY: Merry Christmas, Mr. Deeks.
[She leaves him]
DEEKS: ♫ It's the little Saint Nick ♫ [falsetto] ♫ Little Saint Nick ♫
DEEKS: Happy birthday, Merry Christmas.
[He throws the present on his desk and chuckles goofily - a phone rings- he drops the packet]
DEEKS: Or it's a bomb.
[The ringing continues]
DEEKS: That's ringing a lot like a...
[He opens the box]
DEEKS: phone-- a sat phone. Hah! Go for Santa.
[In Afghanistan, Kensi is speechless a few seconds]
KENSI: …Deeks?
DEEKS: Ken-Kensi? Hey, hi... um, how did you...how did you get...It doesn't matter. How... my God, how are you?
[Kensi is moved…on the verge of tears]
KENSI: Um...Y... I'm...Yeah. I'm good. How are you?
[Deeks is as moved as she is…]
DEEKS: Um... I'm, I'm good, you know. I'm-I'm-I'm strong to moderately...I'm moderately strong. I'm good.
KENSI: I miss you guys.
DEEKS: Yeah, no, me and, um...and the guys, we miss you, too. Partner. And Monty misses you. It's kind of awkward, he just mopes around the house listening to Tori Amos all day.
KENSI: You got any plans?
DEEKS: Yeah, no, we got big plans. Big plans for the holidays, uh...Monty made a-a pot roast in the Crock-Pot, so we're gonna...we're gonna eat that and hang out. What about you? Do you have any plans?
KENSI: Oh, you know...me and the guys, we're going clubbing tonight.
[Black screen]
DEEKS: That's good, ‘cause I hear good things about the discotheque in Hindu Kush.
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