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WOMAN:
Do you mind?
Go ahead.
You in town for business?
Something like that.
WOMAN: I'm actually here
to forget about business.
You know, you should
try it sometime.
Maybe I will.
Excuse me.
(PDA beeping)
(beep, click)
(gasping)
(engine accelerates)
Original air date on September 21, 2010
DEEKS: All right,
you ready for this?
Here it comes.
KENSI:
Oh, uh, uh, Matisse?
DEEKS:
Nope.
Munch.
Um Van Gogh?
No.
Cezanne.
Wow.
You really do suck at this.
So you wouldn't buy it.
Absolutely not.
I mean, I don't
know if I would.
I mean, it depends.
I guess it depends
kind of the price.
I mean, yeah, no--
I definitely would,
I definitely, I would.
You hazing the new guy
or is he hazing you?
Haze me, Kensi, please?
Seurat.
Monet.
Oh, bing-bing-bing!
Sam proceeds to the bonus round.
And Kensi wins the consolation
prize otherwise known
as a steaming
bucket of fail.
What case is this?
KENSI: It's not a case.
It's Anna Kline.
My best friend
from childhood
who's visiting L.
A.
Our fathers were stationed
at Camp Lejeune.
We stayed close.
Meeting her for lunch today.
Married, four-year-old son.
She in the art business?
She thinks I am.
Told her I was
a curator at a gallery.
A curator?
I had to choose a cover story.
Art galleries are cool,
glamorous, filled with
sophisticated people.
Who know about art.
DEEKS:
I once dated a girl
for three months
who thought I was a dentist.
Dr.
Deeks, DDS.
Then one night
we were at dinner, and her
filling falls out.
And she's sitting
across from me,
and she's crying out in pain,
begging for me to help.
What'd you do?
Ordered shots of 151-proof rum.
Told her to soak it in it,
kill all the germs.
Pretty soon she couldn't feel
her face, let alone her tooth.
It was hilarious.
(chuckles)
(Hetty clears throat)
You know, everyone
in our line of work has this
regrettable, necessary choice.
Either be a hermit
or be a cover story.
Hetty, "Cover story" is
just a more dignified way
of saying "lie"--
I am lying to my friend.
Well, sometimes it's better to
just leave the lie in place.
If a loved one
really cares
about you,
the lie won't matter.
Are you speaking
from experience, Hetty?
It's amazing how much
one can learn
from field manuals,
Mr.
Callen.
(Beale whistles)
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's that time again.
You may want to cancel
any impending lunch plans.
Anyone heard from Nate?
Nope, not a call,
not even an email.
We don't even know
where he is.
What do you have for us, Eric?
The anatomy of a perfect hit.
Cyprus: Meet Special Agent
Dan Williams, NCIS.
Yesterday, he was meeting
a contact.
He was aware
that he was being watched.
His tradecraft is good.
He's spotted all security
cameras and exits.
He's keeping an eye
on the crowd.
SAM:
She's running interference.
But for whom?
This guy-- upstairs
in Williams's room.
Williams is focused on
the threats
in the lounge but not upstairs.
Flirty lady's
keeping him busy.
DEEKS: And she's
staying anonymous, too.
The shape of her hair's
hiding her face
from the cameras in the lounge.
Just like that
Sheik's keffiyeh
obscuring his face
from the camera.
That cocktail waitress is
only serving people
who are head-on
to the cameras.
All we can see is
the back of her head.
The hats look natural
with their outfits.
No I.
D.
possible.
Oh, right there-- what was that?
BEALE: He sent a file from his
PDA to the NCIS cloud
before he got killed.
Unfortunately, it got corrupted.
The sporty couple-- they're
tipping off the guy in the room.
Agent Williams was killed by
an injection
of succinylcholine.
It causes instant
cardiac arrest.
Made it look like he died
of natural causes
upon first examination.
a man used
a Canadian passport
to enter LAX from London.
INS photo caught
John White.
It's an alias.
Where is he now?
Being detained by Customs
at LAX.
He's been told
it's a routine search.
They're waiting for us.
You arrest him,
he may not talk.
He could be in town
for something bigger.
We could take a chance.
Let him go, tail him,
see what he's up to.
Just *** him later.
It's risky.
He killed one of ours.
And if he's detained,
he'll already suspect
he's being gamed.
If he's in town
for something bigger,
it might be a risk worth taking.
If he does get away,
it's gonna be on us.
I like a little bit of pressure.
It does make things
more interesting.
I want you two to cover
the other end of the case.
Agent Williams
was investigating
a rebel group in Chechnya.
He suspected they were
buying small arms
from a corrupt source
inside the Navy.
And how far are we away from
fixing that file
that Williams sent
from his PDA?
Uh, we're moving slowly
but surely.
It's 13% complete.
WOMAN (over P.
A.
):
Welcome to Los Angeles
International Airport.
(woman speaking Spanish
over P.
A.
)
Dentist, gallery curator.
The point of your cover story
is to simplify your life,
not make it harder.
This is the man
who once posed
as a sommelier for
an entire year.
I've got my vintages, varietals
and appellations down pat.
How could I forget?
Merlot, Bordeaux,
Pinot.
You bought a gold pin
and you wore it.
It was my day-to-day cover
story, and I earned that pin.
I didn't buy it.
I took classes and I graduated.
I went all out
to develop my palate.
You wore a pin shaped
like a corkscrew
for a year.
You were a magician once.
Not magician.
Illusionist.
You bought
a white rabbit, G.
It came with the hat.
There he is.
Here we go.
Taxi!
He's going around
the block again.
Something's not right.
SAM:
Cabbie's taking him in circles.
He's not taking him to a meet,
this is the meet.
He knows the cab driver.
It's going down
right now in front of us.
(tires squeal)
(tires squeal)
He's stopping.
No, he's not.
(man grunts)
I knew
I should've drove.
Federal agent! Stop!
(engine revving)
(tires squeal)
(horn honking)
(tires squeal)
(dog barking)
Don't move!
Don't move.
(handcuffs clicking)
(horn blares)
(crunching, hissing)
(tires screeching)
DRIVER:
Hey! What's going on?
CALLEN:
Federal agent! Stay back!
(steam hissing)
We got nothing.
(speed dial beeping)
It was a gypsy cab, Kensi.
Fake medallion number,
fake plates.
Driver's in the wind.
I didn't get a good enough look
to even give a description.
Move it.
Have Eric keep checking
for cameras.
CALLEN: Yeah, we're headed
to the boathouse.
Lost him?
For now.
Can't you pull him
out of your hat?
(sighs)
Williams was investigating
a rebel group in Chechnya
called the Grozny Emirate.
Islamic radicals with
ties to Al Qaeda.
Founded nine years
ago by Vakar.
No known last name.
KENSI: Just Vakar?
One name.
In the grand tradition
of Cher, Madonna, Bono
Ah, great.
And this is
the best image we've got?
Oh, planning subway
bombings in Moscow
probably isn't a photo-
friendly occupation.
Or a safe one.
Vakar was killed by Russian
forces seven years ago.
Well, hiring a hit squad
of this caliber
to take out an American agent
isn't cheap.
Williams' file says the Grozny
Emirate only has $5 million
in liquid assets.
Something doesn't track--
they can't afford it.
I mean, the money
or the spotlight
that comes
with killing an NCIS agent.
Unless it was personal.
Jon Craig.
British citizen.
Former SAS out
of Credenhill.
CALLEN: So, Jon throwing
away 20 years of service
to become a
killer-for-hire?
I'm curious.
My pension didn't
hold my interest.
Huh.
My pension wasn't great either.
But I got hobbies.
And a gold corkscrew pin.
Don't ask him.
I'm a professional.
Either charge me or release me.
Actually, there's
a third option.
Because you're
a foreign national
and you're a suspect in the
*** of a federal agent,
you're classified
as an enemy combatant.
Do you know what
that means, Jon?
SAM:
It means you play ball with us
or we ship your *** off
to prison
in an undisclosed location
with a whole lot of sand
and very little regard
for human rights.
That professional enough
for you?
What sort of deal
are you offering?
Gentlemen, someone in this city
is going to die very soon
unless you give me
an incentive to help.
We can reroute your prison
flight from Tunisia to Florida.
I would take that.
If you think
Tunisian prison cuisine sucks,
well, believe me, the lack
of plumbing is even worse.
m in Los Angeles for a hit.
My team's been hired
to complete
a lethal action
on a local target.
SAM:
Who's the target?
I don't know.
Who hired you?
I don't know.
I get my fee via wire transfer.
We're a team--
same as you-- with
security protocols.
We don't know the name of the
target or the target's location
until we check in at a
predetermined rally point.
Who was driving
the taxi?
My contact.
That's all I know
about the hit.
With you off the board,
there is no hit anymore, right?
Wrong.
Each of us has
a backup in place,
in case this exact
scenario should occur.
If I don't turn up to do the
job, then my backup does.
If he doesn't hear from me
within the next hour,
he goes in.
Has your backup met the rest
of the team members?
No.
SAM: You want to pose
as Craig's backup,
walk into the squad's
rally point,
and tell them Craig didn't check
in, you're stepping up?
CALLEN: When they take me
through the plan,
we will have the target's
name and location.
I stay with the hit squad.
You get a tactical team into
position at the kill point.
You move in before
the hit happens,
we take these guys out.
Craig is the only one
we positively I.
D.
'd in Cyprus,
which means
we can't arrest them
till right before
the hit goes down.
Catch them red-handed while
they're already on high alert.
This is a dangerous op
we're talking about.
I know this
is the only way,
but it doesn't mean
I gotta like it.
Call your backup,
tell him everything's fine.
(handcuffs click)
You're going to tell
me everything there
is to know about him.
These are highly
trained individuals.
Former military
and intelligence.
You won't
last five minutes.
That's my problem.
I appreciate
your concern, Jon.
Just make the call.
This time, I'm driving.
(door opens)
His name is Nathan Wilson.
(keypad beeps)
SAM: Take me through
your cover story.
I'm Nathan Wilson,
former Green Beret,
buddy of Jon Craig's
from our contracting days
in the Green Zone.
I'm good to go.
My button mic is up and running.
I'll be here with
Kensi and Deeks.
SAM: We hear the distress word,
we'll be inside
in less than 60 seconds.
And the distress word is
"abracadabra.
"
(chuckles)
(men talking
indistinctly)
CALLEN: Which one
of you is Thierry?
I'm Nathan Wilson.
I don't know you.
Jon Craig missed
his check-in call.
Why wouldn't
Jon check in?
I don't ask questions.
I just stick to the plan.
He's clean.
I find this all
very interesting.
Why's that?
Because I'm Nathan Wilson.
Did Jon Craig give us
the wrong intel?
DEEKS:
We gotta move in now.
Not yet.
He didn't say
the distress word.
SAM:
I know my partner.
TAXI DRIVER (over earpiece):
Okay, so tell me.
Who the hell
is this guy?
Thierry, I know
we haven't met,
but this guy has
got to be a cop.
Jon is a professional.
If he doesn't check in,
it's because he's
been arrested.
And he gave up
this location
and my name;
I don't know why.
But I don't know
who the hell this guy is,
and I hope to God
you haven't given him any
information on the target,
because this guy's a cop.
This guy's the
cop, Thierry!
(over radio):
He's covering his own ***!
CALLEN:
He's outraged
and counter-accusing.
Standard police protocol
when your cover's been blown.
I heard all about it
from a a Fed
that Jon
and I worked with
in the Green Zone.
You both have ten seconds
to sort this thing out.
The loser dies.
THIERRY: Ten
Go.
nine
eight
seven
six
five
four
three
two
(chuckling)
I'm impressed.
Jon would've needed
a new pair of skivvies.
TAXI DRIVER: Welcome to
the team, Nathan.
(over radio):
It was a test.
You passed.
(laughs)
THIERRY:
Target's name is Emma Mastin.
WOMAN:
Location?
THIERRY:
Sherman Oaks.
Eric, I need everything
on Emma Mastin.
She lives in Sherman Oaks.
(typing)
"Emma Mastin.
"
No criminal record.
Looks like she's
a stay-at-home mom.
ERIC:
Perfect credit.
Normal balances
in all of her accounts.
Married to
Clay Mastin,
who also checks out.
No criminal record.
Both clean.
Why hire a pro hit squad to take
out a soft target like her?
They're gonna whack some lady
in the suburbs?
I'll watch G's back.
You two pay Emma Mastin a visit.
See what you can dig up on her.
And keep your cover story
simple,
Dr.
Deeks.
Eric, we're gonna need help
getting in the front door.
I'm on it.
THIERRY: Initial surveillance
indicates the target
goes to this Fields Market
on Moorpark every Tuesday
at 4:00 p.
m.
How long was
the initial surveillance period?
Four weeks.
Our intel is solid.
Tradecraft is a dying art.
Nice to see someone pays
attention to the details.
Well, welcome
to the A-Team.
We'll be positioned
inside
the grocery store
when the target enters.
This will be an
undercover operation.
We'll be posing as employees.
Why this market?
I mean, why not the
parking lot or her house?
Wh-Wh-What makes this
the ideal location?
I thought you didn't
ask questions.
The parking lot is a half a
block from the police station.
Her house has neighbors.
Potential witnesses
who may remember anomalies.
And the market
has multiple exits
and access to three
different freeways
within what, half a mile?
And a security camera blind
spot located right here.
We'll make sure
she lands on it.
THIERRY: And when she does,
you'll strike.
Oh, if you miss
for any reason,
I'll be there
to complete the objective.
(phone line ringing)
HETTY: Yes?
Hetty, it's me.
What do you have, Sam?
I got the hit squad's
game plan.
It's going down this afternoon.
I need a tactical team
in position at the Fields Market
on Moorpark.
(house alarm blares,
then stops)
(alarm continues by going on,
then off, then on)
What do you know
about alarms?
Enough.
I did two years--
LAPD Robbery Division.
Oh.
I did an urban counter-
surveillance course at Quantico.
Graduated top of my class.
I guess there's book smart
and then there's street smart.
I'll run point.
I wasn't bragging.
Of course not.
You were just
one-upping me.
I'm not a one-upper.
Not normally.
Somehow just with me.
But have fun running point.
Great.
Have fun watching.
See? One-upping.
Hi.
Hi.
Mrs.
Mastin,
we're from Live Feed Security.
Oh, what took you guys so long?
I keep turning
it off,
but it keeps
turning back on.
Let me take a look
at the cue pad.
(alarm stops, keys beeping)
Here we go.
Okay, it was
a system error.
Just needed to key in
the master override code.
Mommy, the strange
man is snooping.
Joshua, this man
is our guest.
Be polite.
He made all the noises
go away.
What's up, little man?
I'm Marty.
JOSHUA:
Do you play video games?
I do, I do.
But I'm actually, uh,
I'm actually working
right now, Joshua.
Mommy, can he play?
Well
if it's okay
with you, Marty?
Um, yeah-- no, absolutely.
Show me the way.
This way?
So how old is he?
He's six.
Oh, my God, mine's four.
It all happened so fast,
it blows my mind.
You're a working mom?
Yeah.
(video game blipping
and whirring)
May I?
Sure.
That's my husband Clay.
DEEKS:
You're awesome at this.
When do I go?
You tell me when.
Yeah, like you said-- it feels
like things happen so fast.
Right when we started
dating I got pregnant.
Oh, you're so much
better than me.
But we were in love.
Took it as a sign--
got married.
DEEKS:
Oh! Dunzo!
You got me, buddy.
Beautiful family.
I'm really lucky
to have Clay.
(Joshua speaking
foreign language)
I've actually never
heard that language
before, Mrs.
Mastin.
I just have to ask,
uh, what is it?
It's Chechen.
KENSI: There's something
you need to know.
My partner and I
are federal agents.
NCIS.
Someone wants you dead.
(scoffs)
That doesn't make
any sense.
Please leave my house.
Emma, we're not here
to arrest you.
We're here to help you.
But to do that,
you have to work with us.
Go.
You're in serious danger.
You and your family.
I need to know the truth
for your family's sake.
Please, be honest with me.
Sometimes it's easier
to just leave the lie
in place, isn't it?
Nathan
(speaking foreign
language)
(speaking
foreign language)
Hey, guys, I don't
speak Arabic.
It's not Arabic,
it's Farsi.
I don't speak that either.
The syringe is
in the bag.
Don't stick yourself.
No gun?
You won't need one.
(speaking Farsi)
(men conversing in Farsi)
(men speaking Farsi
over radio)
(auto dial beeping)
(phone line ringing)
DEEKS: Hello.
Deeks, Vakar's still alive.
Whoa, but the file said
he was killed seven years ago
by Russians.
The file was wrong.
Vakar is the one who put the hit
out on Agent Williams.
Now he's got them after
Emma Mastin.
(phone chimes)
What's up, dude?
Why does Vakar want you dead?
He's alive.
He hired a hit squad.
I have no idea why
some Chechen psycho
wants me, of all people, dead.
Emma, can you stop
lying to me, please?
We're here to protect you.
We can only do that
if you help us.
Even if you stop this hit squad,
he'll just send another one.
There is a way
to end this right now.
Who are you?
Someone who is willing to do
anything to protect her family.
That is not an answer.
Let them come.
Use me as bait.
I can't ask you to do that.
I'm in no position
to authorize it.
I'm volunteering.
I want to do it.
Why, Emma?
Because if Vakar did
send these people,
I need to send a
message back to him.
And what message is that?
It is not gonna be easy.
Talk to your team.
This is your best shot.
(line ringing)
MAN: Hello?
We need to meet.
NCIS must be in real trouble
if the Duchess of Deception
is meeting me in person.
Almost as much trouble as
you were in, in Cape Town.
Cape Town.
Who is Emma Mastin?
Haven't heard that
name in awhile.
She's a former Shahidka.
That's Chechen for
Ooh, for "Black Widow.
"
Mm-hmm.
Women whose terrorist
husbands are killed in action.
Mm-hmm.
Islamic groups take
advantage of their grief.
Program them to
become suicide bombers.
But she obviously
wasn't a suicide bomber.
She was no run-of-the-mill
grieving widow, either.
She started as an operative.
Intensive training by ex-KGB.
She's fluent
in five languages.
Run by Grozny Emirate.
Oh.
And she was good.
Solid tradecraft.
But scary.
Easily as deadly
as any of the men.
Pardon my language, but how
the hell did this woman
wind up a housewife
in Sherman Oaks?
Typical Cinderella story.
If Cinderella was
a Chechen assassin.
Callan's in place.
Once Thierry moves in on Emma,
he'll intercept him.
We'll have the squad
for attempted ***.
I'll be with the
tactical unit on site.
I still don't
feel comfortable
about putting her
at risk like this.
You'll keep a tail on her
outside the market.
Everything goes smoothly,
we'll take this crew down.
ERIC: Guys, that file that
Special Agent Williams
sent from his PDA--
it's now restored.
I'm sending it to
the main screen.
A sonogram.
First trimester.
Date indicated is
January 7, 2004.
Same month Vakar was
supposedly killed.
Looks familiar, doesn't he?
Joshua.
I just spoke to my source.
Evidently Emma was
a former
Grozny Emirate operative.
She thought her husband
Vakar was dead.
Seven years ago,
he was seriously wounded
in a raid by Russian forces
and barely survived.
He wanted everyone
to think he had been killed.
Emma discovered she was
carrying his unborn child,
flipped sides.
DEEKS: Agent Williams figured
out that Vakar had a child,
and when Vakar knew
what Williams knew,
he hired the hit squad
to take him out.
Now Emma's the only thing
standing between him
and the thing he wants
more than anything else
in the world.
His son.
SAM: We're waiting
on Callen's signal.
He'll give us the green light
to move in.
AGENT (over radio):
Roger that.
Take care of the employees?
They're tied up
in the back.
The syringe is prepped?
Ready to go.
Good.
If you lose your opening,
give me the word.
I'll clean up.
All right, thanks.
Protective detail
just moved Joshua.
He's secure for now.
If Emma's a former operative,
then she's got
situational awareness.
She knew what this was
about from the very start.
That's why she offered
herself up.
She's not a soft target;
she just looks like one.
That's why Vakar sent
professionals to take her out.
Hmm.
♪
Hi.
Welcome to
Fields Market.
What kind of cheese is this?
It's cheddar.
It's been aged for five years.
Would you like to try one?
Maybe another time.
(glass shattering)
(chuckles)
If you like that sauce,
you really need to try
the new cuts
our butcher got in today.
They're that good, huh?
I wouldn't
steer you wrong.
They're just around the corner.
I'd be happy to show you.
Just go right at
the next aisle.
She'll be out in
just a moment.
EMMA:
Okay.
Thank you.
She's in the blind spot.
Callen's about to tell Thierry
the syringe is jammed.
Get ready to move in.
AGENT (over radio):
Got it.
Thierry syringe malfunction.
Time to step up.
Move on my command.
♪
Sam, I don't see Thierry
anywhere.
Do not move in.
I repeat, do not move in.
Something's up.
Thierry's changing up his plan.
Thank you.
This woman's good.
She's maintaining her cover.
Knows the hit squad's
still watching her.
Thierry's gone, Sam.
I don't have him, either, G.
Damn it.
Move in now.
Let's go! Move in! Move in!
Federal agents!
Federal agents!
Federal agent.
Nice try.
Likewise.
Stay down!
This team's a decoy.
Who's got eyes on Emma?
Kensi and Deeks.
She'll be heading home.
MAN:
Keep it coming!
Good
Keep it coming.
A bit more.
That's good.
We're blocked
off from her.
It's a setup.
Cover my back.
Right.
Ready go.
Follow me.
(gunfire blasting,
shells clattering)
(quiet stab, squish,
Thierry gagging)
(sirens approaching)
Not bad for a magician.
Illusionist.
KENSI:
Okay, great.
Thank you.
So, Joshua's
protective detail
should be here
any minute now.
I thought I left
that life behind.
From what I saw,
you seem to still be
pretty good at it.
My husband's on his way home.
He's going to want answers.
He raised Joshua
like his own flesh and blood.
I will tell him anything about
my past that he wants to know,
but I can't tell him
the truth about Joshua.
About his real father.
Vakar.
Emma
This is one lie that I need
to keep in place, Kensi.
If this man loves you
as much as you love him,
it's not going to matter.
The truth
will not pull you apart.
If anything,
it's going to bring you closer.
(door opening)
(breathlessly):
Emma, what happened?
What's going on?
Who is this?
EMMA: Thank you
for everything.
There's something
I need to tell you.
So, Emma and her family
got their happy ending.
New names,
new locations
and brand-spanking-new
cover stories.
CALLEN:
There's still one loose end.
You guys had an audience today.
SAM:
Vakar.
He was there.
(sighs)
(footsteps approaching)
How'd it go with your friend?
I blew it.
That's how it went.
(license clatters)
(sighs)
Felt like Anna saw
straight through my cover story.
(sighs)
It gets easier, right?
Yes.
(wry laugh)
You're lying.
Am I?
Good night, Hetty.
HETTY: Oh, Sylvia.
(drawer locks)