♪ NCIS: LA 7x20 ♪ Seoul Man Original Air Date on March 28, 2016
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
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Morning, Deeks.
What's up, Sam?
You spill your granola?
No, I'm just doing a little bit of spring cleaning.
- Yeah? Kensi know about this? - Not exactly,
but we've been so successful cleaning the house,
I am now moving on to the office.
So you're trying to fix your girlfriend?
Ooh, ooh, I wouldn't say that I'm trying to "fix" anybody.
Ah.
Can't change somebody.
You can only change yourself.
It's all about acceptance, baby.
Yeah, I don't know if I'm buying that.
What if you have a friend that becomes addicted to heroin?
Do you just accept that?
No, you love that person.
You care about 'em, so you stage an intervention.
Oh, so this is an intervention?
Of sorts. You know, 'cause she's addicted to the mess.
She's, like, a... like, a mess-head.
Are you familiar with the Serenity Prayer?
"God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change."
- Amen, brother. - Wait for it.
"And the courage to change the things that I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference."
Oh, so you're a "wise" guy.
I'm just saying I know the difference,
and she is gonna love her desk, trust me.
Speak of the devil.
Uh, Deeks, what the hell?
Really?
You talking about, "what the hell"?
This is your new clean desk.
Look, "action items," "to shred," "to scan,"
your name tags and pencils,
your inbox-- we're killing it.
How am I supposed to find anything now?
What are you talking about?
This is how you find everything.
You know what they say,
that "cleanliness is next to godliness."
Sometimes cleanliness is next to impossible.
I tried to warn him.
Mm-hmm.
Can you please stop doing that?
You really don't need to do that.
Oh, that's not a good sound.
I hope you have a warranty for that.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
What? What? No, no, no.
Deeks, my dad's Rifle Expert Badge.
From the Marine Corps? Yes.
Impressive.
I was gonna get it framed.
Why would you leave something so important
just loose on your desk?
Why would you mess with my desk?
You might need a screwdriver, Deeks.
Might need couple's therapy.
Come on, just get it out, please.
Ooh. Wow.
That was a strong move there, Pig-Pen.
No.
See?
We're good.
Haven't seen a sandstorm like that since '09 in Fallujah.
It's be a shame if that dust ruined our new wardrobe.
Those are nice suits, Hetty.
Uh, going undercover at a wedding, a funeral?
Uh, for the next 48 hours, you're being assigned to a PSO.
Personal Security Operation?
Precisely.
That's not exactly what we do.
Are you sure that's really the best use of resources?
Yeah, Hetty, I will always love you,
but we are more than bodyguards.
What about the Protective Operations Field Office?
They can't handle this one alone.
It's an all-hands-on-deck deal.
The commander of the Pacific Command is coming to town.
He has a principal security advisor at all times.
Why do you need us?
High-level Navy officials are coming
from nine Asian allies to discuss developments
in the South China Sea.
The new artificial islands.
Yes. Interested parties include Japan, Indonesia,
South Korea and, uh, Australia.
We'll assist in protecting the principals.
Better suit up,
PACOM's on the move.
Uh, quick question. Can we get, uh,
those cuff mikes they're always talking into?
You know, like...
Bamboo arriving on Andy.
Nighthawk is heading for the, uh, the buckeye.
Get those things, the...
No? All right.
Mr. Deeks, your desk is a disaster.
Why don't you take a lesson from Miss Blye
and tidy up?
Copy that.
That's a nice tight group right there.
Thanks.
Try slowing down your rate of fire.
Get the muzzle back on target.
Thanks for the tip.
Yeah.
So, uh, Gates,
where did you learn to shoot?
ATF.
Hello, Henrietta.
Good morning. Good morning.
Owen.
Is Special Agent Gates part of the security detail?
I don't believe so.
But he is based out of Singapore.
He is. And?
Okay, I have a busy day.
Are you all right with this, Owen?
Dealing with our Korean friends?
One thing I've learned, Henrietta,
you leave the past in the past.
I know you've all trained at FLETC,
but it's been a while, so a couple reminders.
Never carry luggage-- compromises your mission.
PACOM travels with his principal security advisor,
who always gets the door and sits in the rear.
As a chase car, we are backup in the event
of mechanical failure or attack.
"Attack"?
There's an ambush bag in the back,
but I've never had the need.
Knock on simulated wood.
You know,
the job is 99% boredom.
Mmm.
But there are ways to pass the time
when you're standing watch for hours.
You got any tips?
Personally, I like to count all the floor tiles.
What do you do when you finish?
Start over again, make sure I get the same answer twice.
You two have good bladder control?
I can only speak for myself, but...
We try to provide a bathroom break every few hours,
but go easy on the coffee.
Okay. What about support hose?
What about 'em?
Varicose veins are definitely
an occupational hazard when you're on your feet all day.
Might want to pick up
some elastic knee-highs on your break.
Your calves will thank you.
Looks like it's showtime.
Okay, that was smooth.
Got him in the limo.
First phase of the mission complete.
I don't know, it was a little touch-and-go there.
You have to excuse my partner.
I think he knows I was joking.
We should respect their work.
Do respect their work. Try to show it.
I will try.
Okay. Okay.
How long you two been married?
Sam, Callen, you there?
Go ahead, Deeks.
You got activity at your destination.
As you can probably hear, we got a protest rally.
About what?
It's a group of Filipino students
who don't want the U.S. military in their homeland.
They love us in the Philippines.
Yeah, not feeling a lot of love right now.
You know what, divert to the side entrance of the hotel.
Copy that.
Team Zulu, be advised,
using alternative arrival point B.
Down and to the right.
Someone must have tipped them off. We'll do a threat scan.
Tighten up.
Come on.
Get back, get back.
Stay back, stay back.
Get back, get back.
Let's get him to the door. Back up!
Gun!
Get down! Everybody, get down!
Kens, front left.
Clear.
Wow, you're pretty well-dressed for a student.
When I was in college,
I kept busy by playing beer pong and streaking.
You, my friend, are missing out.
You've made a big mistake.
Unless you have a concealed carry permit,
you've made a bigger mistake.
Sunglasses.
I was reaching for them when you tackled me.
What, and your gun got in the way?
And what is this?
A tracking device.
My name is Sung Ahn.
South Korean National Intelligence Service.
My passport and I.D. are in the right inner pocket of my jacket.
Just out of curiosity, what is a South Korean agent doing
in an anti-American Filipino protest rally?
I got caught up in the crowd.
I'm doing advance work for our fleet commander.
Personal security.
I guess we're gonna have to check that out.
Of course.
So your Mr. Ahn is not a bad guy.
In fact, he's very much a good guy.
It's true.
He was vetted by the State Department two weeks ago.
He arrived 9:45 p.m. two nights ago from Seoul, South Korea.
Seat 40-A.
He prefers window seats.
Although, for dinner, we're not sure
if he ordered the seared judong beef rib-eye
or the stir-fried prawns with black bean sauce.
What about this Daewoo K5?
Yes, his handgun was registered in advance,
all the way down to the serial number
and the 26 rounds of ammunition he's currently carrying.
Thanks.
All right, Mr. Ahn.
We apologize for the inconvenience.
What is this?
Please be careful with that. Wow.
Is this a video camera?
Huh? That's very 007 of you.
What else you got, huh?
Invisible ink?
Cyanide capsules?
You said you were doing personal security.
Correct.
For the conference.
Well, that's strange. I don't know any bodyguards
that have, uh, hidden cameras and GPS trackers.
Is there something else going on?
Just before we left,
we intercepted an encrypted communication to Pyongyang.
Sent from our fleet commander's office.
How do you send a message to North Korea?
There's no cell phone service, no e-mail, no Internet.
It was embedded in a photo on a social media site.
It said "plan activated."
Someone may have ties to North Korea.
Yeah, a double agent, a mole.
So you think your fleet commander might be the target?
Anything is possible.
But why do it here?
Why not do it back home?
He's more vulnerable here.
Easier to escape, cover your tracks.
Perhaps more of a statement if he's attacked on U.S. soil.
Okay.
We can provide additional security.
We would appreciate that.
If you could be more discreet?
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
All right.
Copy that, Kens, we're on it.
The admiral's tucked in.
He took the red-eye from Honolulu;
he wanted to rest.
Sounds pretty good.
Oh, man.
That's a pretty decent mattress.
It's a lot better than that lousy apartment
I've been staying in.
My back has been taking a beating.
Why don't you go stay at the safe house?
Lead them to my family?
Well, you're welcome to stay with me.
I got a very nice guest futon.
You ever have any guests?
Well, you would be the first to actually stay on the futon.
Yeah. Why am I not surprised?
Why'd you even buy it?
Okay, okay, okay, G.
All right.
Thank you for the offer.
I'm honored.
Uh-huh.
How's Michelle doing?
Well, she's, uh...
still safe in the safe house
and going a little stir-crazy
waiting for Granger to give the "all clear."
Yeah, well...
every house she stays in is a safe house.
She could kick just about anybody's ass.
Oh, I got Hetty coming up.
Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna.
All is well with the admiral?
Couldn't be better.
So Kensi and Deeks have made contact
with a South Korean intelligence officer named Ahn.
It warms my heart
when my team plays well with others.
Well, there are concerns that there's a possible
North Korean double agent within the South Korean entourage.
Perhaps they could use some help, Mr. Hanna.
Wouldn't do to have something untoward happen to him
on our watch.
They're pretty closed to outsiders.
In the minibar in your room,
is a water bottle
with a green label on it.
It contains an odorless,
tasteless syrup of ipecac.
Doesn't that cause violent vomiting?
Well, for a short period.
But it's harmless.
Hetty, one of us could have opened that.
But you didn't, did you?
Use it with discretion.
Ipecac in the minibar?
Did you know there was more to this assignment?
Your team is working a Protective Service Operation.
Which could also be an undercover assignment
to smoke out a North Korean mole.
Gentlemen, you are at the hotel
for one reason
and one reason only.
Gentlemen.
Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS.
We don't want you to be late to your keynote session.
Jong Rhee, Head of Security.
This is Admiral Bai.
A pleasure meeting you, Admiral.
One of our agents has taken ill.
I'd be happy to assist.
We appreciate your kind offer, Agent Hanna.
Lobby's a public place.
Once we get downstairs,
we should convert to a diamond formation.
Thank you. We have a protocol.
I see you've made some new friends.
Sam.
Check out Mr. Smartphone.
We don't text while we're on duty.
It decreases situational awareness.
Guy on your left.
How you doing?
No eye contact.
Is that cultural
or does he have something to hide?
Or...
does Mr. Head of Security want to kill his boss?
Go, Sam, go.
There's a new sheriff in town.
You better hope Sam keeps you alive.
Bathroom break.
You come with us.
Copy that.
Moving to the restroom, G.
I'll stay with the admiral.
Kensi and Deeks have your back.
Everything going well, sir?
Very well.
But I need advice.
From me? Yes.
Tonight, we will relax at a karaoke bar.
You will join us? Of course.
I want to be sure we find a good place.
I've got the commander's assistant,
Captain Kang.
I got a wandering security guy.
This guy's definitely on edge.
- Kang's using a pay phone. - Pay phone?
They still have those?
Eric, I'm gonna need you to trace the call.
Slice of tiramisu.
Pay phone, east lobby, please.
We're on it.
Oh, yikes. False alarm.
He's just buying anti-diarrhea medicine.
Trying to be discreet.
Okay, I got an angle to get a read.
Kang is saying,
"I'll meet you there tonight,
the place we talked about."
Which now makes him a person of interest.
Sorry, Kens.
That call went to a burn phone.
Is he cleared to carry a weapon?
Uh, that's a negative.
Kang is a military attaché,
assistant to the fleet commander.
Never travels with a gun.
Kang's with his partner.
He went inside.
Whoa, I got something.
Get your butts to a secure laptop.
All right, Eric, we're good to go.
Okay, so the South Korea Navy has their knickers in a twist
'cause a mole that may be communicating
with North Korea using this social media site.
A picture of a kitten?
That's... that's it?
The Web site was created in South Korea,
accessed in their naval office,
and then read by satellite phone in Pyongyang, North Korea.
That's a QR code in the corner.
That's a discreet way to send a hidden message.
The 2-D barcode translates to...
"plan activated."
Okay.
So what's the plan?
Pick up your dry cleaning, contribute to the 401k,
kill the fleet commander?
Yeah, and here's the interesting thing.
Yesterday, someone "liked" the photo.
Well, in all fairness, it is a cute cat.
Someone in Pasadena,
who changed the QR code to "ready"
using the guest wireless network at M.D.D.
M.D.D., the defense contractor?
Yeah, they write software for Sanctuary missiles.
Imagine if North Korea got ahold of that.
They could disable the missiles protecting the naval bases
in South Korea, Japan,
Philippines, Guam...
Okay. So the mole might not even be here to hurt the commander.
Yeah, he could be working on something
bigger than Pearl Harbor.
Heads up. Sam and his party have arrived.
Back to the right, room three.
The ladies are from the Chamber of Commerce.
Both have been background-checked.
I love it.
Sam, what song will you sing?
No, I'm sorry. I'm working, sir.
Do you like Broadway show tunes?
Of course, who doesn't?
Which is your favorite?
Oh, there's so many good ones, it's hard to choose.
Yes, tonight, we will sing them all.
All right.
To our American friends.
Gun bae!
Thank you.
♪ Oh, oh, do me, baby ♪
♪ All right, stop what you're doing ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm about to ruin the image ♪
♪ And the style that you're used to... ♪
I'm going to use the rest room.
You're gonna miss the show.
Oh, trust me, there'll be more.
♪ I'm the new fool in town and my sound's ♪
A lot more. ♪ Laid down by The Underground ♪
♪ I drink up all the Hennessy you got on your shelf ♪
♪ So just let me introduce myself ♪
♪ My name is Humpty... ♪
Deeks, I have Kang heading to the men's room.
Copy that. I'm on it.
Kang's a no-show in the bathroom.
Heading your way.
I'll watch the front door.
Don't let that little umbrella
block your view.
It's my camouflage.
Uh, that was the ladies' room.
Oh, I, I didn't know.
Sorry. No problem.
Could've met somebody in there.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah?
Hi, uh, I think I forgot my phone in there.
I don't see it.
Okay, thanks.
Kang's on the move.
Looks like he's heading outside.
He just collected a hand gun from the coatroom.
There's a woman in the bathroom.
You take Kang.
I'll take her.
Where'd he go?
Good question.
Anything?
Well, we searched the entire parking lot.
Yeah, and two blocks around the bar.
I've got ops on every security cam in K-town,
and Callen covering the hotel perimeter.
This lady was in the women's room with Kang.
Dawn Amaro.
That's Dawn Amaro, RN.
Pediatric nurse from Pasadena.
She volunteers with CAST,
the anti-human trafficking NGO.
She visited South Korea a year ago.
- Thank you, guys. - Yeah.
So, what do we think here?
Registered nurse by day and international spy by night?
Go talk to the lady.
Hi, Dawn.
I am Kensi Blye, NCIS.
Marty Deeks, LAPD.
I'm not sure what's going on here.
Well, you were in the ladies' room
with a male suspect that we're investigating.
Yeah, I heard that part.
Did you find the guy?
Arrest him?
Why were you at the bar?
I was meeting some friends from work.
Who else was there with you?
I was the first to arrive.
Mm, picked a nice place-- know what I mean?
Good, uh, South Korean vibe.
I wouldn't know.
Dawn, you were in Seoul last year.
Not for karaoke bars.
I was working in towns where girls get recruited
by trafficking brokers.
How do you know James Kang?
From my time in Korea.
Okay.
So, you've worked with the Navy?
No.
His niece was about to come to America
as a massage therapist.
They promised her money, the good life.
She would've been enslaved
as a sex worker had we not intervened.
He was grateful.
So, you guys have kept in contact then?
Yeah.
And how did you know where to meet Kang?
He gave me a cell phone.
May I?
James said it had to be
untraceable phone because he does classified work
for the military.
And what else did James say?
That I could be in danger.
And he wouldn't say why.
But here's where it gets weird, okay?
He says he's gonna leave me a gun under a bus stop bench.
But it's crazy-- why do I need a gun?
When you met him in the bathroom,
was there any physical contact?
A quick hug?
Am I, am I really in danger?
We don't think Kang is who he says he is.
What's that supposed to mean?
We think he may be using you to pass along information
to a foreign agency.
No.
No, he's a really sweet guy.
That's his craft.
In fact, he may have planted something
on you already.
You shouldn't go home tonight.
And where am I supposed to go?
Room service.
Nurse is safe and sound?
Yeah, two doors down with security.
Nice. Any eyes on Kang?
Uh, he's still MIA.
But Agent Ahn is fully recovered from the Ipecac.
Oh.
Well, found the Saturday night special
exactly where Kang told her it would be.
Man of his word.
You boys, uh, both manage to get some sleep?
Yeah, I feel good.
Yeah.
Well, that's interesting, 'cause then it looks like you guys
cuddled together all night.
Just one bed.
All messed up.
Ow.
Deeks, I made my bed, just like I do every day.
Okay? Oh, well, that's interesting.
You hear that, Kens?
Our friend Sam makes his bed every single morning.
Hmm.
Have you learned nothing, Deeks?
Evidently not.
Mm-hmm.
Good morning, campers.
Morning.
We need some good news.
Not much in that department.
Dawn Amaro's electronic footprint
is perfectly pristine.
No suspect e-mails, Web sites or bank accounts.
And she has a hobby writing poetry.
Any word from M.D.D.?
Their system is ironclad.
Firewall, air-gap, encryption.
They log every keystroke.
There's nothing copied or transferred.
No breaches.
And it's impossible
for the guest network to access their servers.
So, maybe Kang didn't steal military secrets.
Yeah, but then why is he on the run?
Oh.
Well, you can ask him yourself.
He just boarded a Metro bus in downtown L.A.
three minutes ago.
Granger's closest.
I'll let him know.
He's gonna need backup.
Have fun counting the tiles.
Heading south on Spring Street.
It's possible I've been made, Sam.
Let's move in.
Federal building.
Federal agents!
NCIS! Hands on your head, Kang!
This man may be armed.
Not according to my metal detector.
We're taking him into custody.
Hey, I'm afraid you can't do that.
Tell them.
I'm seeking asylum in the United States.
If I return to my country,
they will kill me.
I wish to defect.
Nice try, Kang.
He's a suspect wanted for an ongoing investigation.
Sorry, Federal agents or not,
I can't release him without the approval
from the State Department.
This gentleman's not leaving the building.
Well...
this is a rather surprising development.
Well, it's also a rather convenient one.
If this is a fake defection,
it gives him time to complete his mission.
And if it's a real defection, the clock is still ticking.
Yeah, because the CIA, FBI and South Korean Navy
will all demand immediate access to him.
Have a run at it, gentlemen.
Quickly.
I was smuggled into South Korea
at age 17 with forged papers.
During my entire career in the Navy,
I was an agent for North Korea.
Why do you want to defect?
My life's work
has been about giving an advantage
to those who care more about weapons and warfare
while ignoring the needs of their own people.
I don't want my legacy
to be about death and destruction.
Well, that's all very noble, but we need proof.
Was there a plan
to steal defense secrets from M.D.D.?
Everything you want... is right here.
On a nickel?
500 screenshots of Sanctuary Missile code
that Pyongyang is waiting to receive from me.
Who gave you that?
It was left for me.
At a pay phone.
There's one thing I don't get.
After all these years of allegiance to North Korea,
why now?
I met a woman.
An American woman.
Her name?
Dawn.
Dawn Amaro.
The nurse from the karaoke bar?
You haven't seen her for a year.
We sent coded messages through a poetry Web site.
Well, let's hope she backs up your story.
Okay, so the SD card is password protected.
Uh, not anymore.
Ooh, needs two-factor identification.
And... got it.
Yikes, fully encrypted. Oh, please.
When's that ever been a problem?
Nice.
Just what Kang said it was.
Hundreds of screenshots of code of the Sanctuary Missile system.
Let's see what else is on here.
Any idea who took the photos?
Uh, someone who didn't know
that M.D.D. recently updated their screens
with invisible watermarks.
So with a little processing,
we got a username, I.D. and time stamp.
Uh, "David Murray, System Administrator."
Who thought he won the lottery with an offshore account.
We contacted the U.S. Marshall service.
They're on their way to arrest him.
What about this poetry Web site?
Uh, Kang and Dawn Amaro
contributed poems and comments every single day.
You don't expect us to read all this, do you, Eric?
No.
Just every fourth word.
"The beauty of your spirit overwhelms my being
with every breath I take."
Kang,
fell pretty hard there, bro.
You kept this up in secret code every day?
Yes.
James.
Dawn.
Are we buying their story?
Warming up to it.
Dawn, why didn't you just tell us?
James said it had to be a secret until he resigned from the Navy.
Wow, you wrote some pretty, uh, pretty crazy poems there.
Her life's work is about humanity,
about lifting people up.
I never knew those feelings before.
James has devoted himself to making a difference.
He's liberated hundreds of girls from a life of slavery.
He's not who you think he is.
Okay, Sam and I will take him
back to the boatshed.
Kensi and Deeks, get back to the hotel with Callen.
On it.
Good luck, you two.
Thank you.
Prieto dropped me off.
He's five minutes away.
Well, tell him to come pick us up.
So, what do we do now?
We are gonna take you someplace safe.
A lot of people want to talk to you.
Director.
Hey, Eric, tell Callen
that there's no threat to Commander Bai.
Gun!
Everybody, down!
You okay?
Yeah.
Where'd you get the zip gun?
I printed it at home.
Your mother must be so proud.
Who the hell is that guy?
North Korean agent.
I didn't deliver the coin.
I told you,
if you fail your mission,
they kill you and your loved ones.
Call the paramedics and LAPD.
Let's go. Move! Let's roll!
Stay close.
Agent Prieto's a block away.
Down! Down! Down!
Granger? Fine.
We're okay.
Are we?
Yeah, we're all good.
Move, move! Move!
Go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
Take this next right. Okay.
Threat, left side!
Floor it!
Deeks, we need backup. We're under attack.
We're approaching
Crenshaw and Washington.
We're on our way.
Why you slowing down? Prieto?
What are you doing?
Prieto?
Oh, he's hit.
He's been hit.
All right, there's cover up ahead.
We're gonna ditch the car.
It's better if we keep moving.
They're coming back!
Hold on.
How long since you trained at Glynco?
It's called muscle memory.
That's not bad, Hanna,
considering you're in a passenger seat.
If we don't lose them,
we're gonna lose him.
I'm going for it.
Keep pressure on his neck wound!
You got to be kidding me!
Down!
I'm out!
My last mag.
We may have to fall back to the car.
Clear!
- Clear! - Clear!
Wow.
That went bad fast.
Call paramedics.
We got a federal agent down.
Thank you. Thank you.
Agent Prieto is out of surgery.
He's gonna make it.
That's wonderful news.
And these two are finally together.
I think they deserve a little, uh, privacy.
Ah, where's the suit, G?
I was relieved by backup agents who flew in from DC.
Hetty, let me ask you something.
When you sent us out,
were you aware of the threat from North Korea?
Sometimes I just think
it's being in the right place at the right time.
Here's lunch.
Korean takeout.
Ah.
Ooh.
Ah-ha.
And by the way, those five North Korean agents we took down,
they were on the dog's chip.
"Dog's chip"?
Hobbs's list from the animal shelter.
It was ten names of North Korean sleeper agents.
Gotcha.
Three at Christmas, five today.
Only two agents remain at large.
Ooh, I smell sundubu.
Insamcha and gimbap, your favorite.
Yeah, no,
I don't think I'm gonna have any.
My stomach actually is a little bit off.
You didn't drink the, uh,
water in the minibar
with the green label, did you?
No. No. But...
Aw. Are you okay?
What's going on there?
Mm-hmm.
I just think that maybe too much Korean
It's your belly?
karaoke and...
Oh.
And what do I have here?
Aw...
"Roses are red, violets are blue,
"your desk is a mess... "But."
"but I don't care because you're worth it
"and I'll try not to make fun of it ever again
because I love you."
It's, uh, inspired by Kang.
It's about, uh, acceptance.
I don't know if I can accept this.
I think we need to work on your poetry.
It's better if you read every fourth word.
Then it becomes like Keats.
Oh, Deeks.
This way it doesn't get sucked up
in the DustBuster by your idiot boyfriend.
I've been wanting to do this for a very long time.
Thank you so much.
Kensi, food's going fast.
Okay.
Some kimchi left?
'Cause I do love myself some kimchi.
I hear it has medicinal qualities.
Well, you got to leave some for Dawn and Kang.
How are we taking care of them?
Safe house.
Then new identities.
Wait, I know a safe house we can use.
Hanna's family is coming out of protective custody.
Seriously?
Intel tells us the threat's diminished.
You sure?
As sure as we can be.
Anyway,
getting your family back.
Well, I thank you.
And my back thanks you.
That calls for a toast.
In Korean. Uh, well...
Translation, please?
"After hardship...
comes happiness."
Cheers to that.
- Hear, hear. Mm-hmm.
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