MAN: Your product, gentlemen.
I'll test it. Give me a minute, boss.
You're the expert.
I can use the time to count the money.
Two million.
In full.
It's real.
So is this.
Binetex. Small mass,
very big bang.
We are done here.
It was supposed to be 50 pounds.
Where's the rest of it?
You can keep the car.
It's in the trunk.
Let's go!
Put the case down.
Let me guess,
your man checked the car.
Put the money down
and be thankful we're letting you
walk away.
(shouts)
(gunshots continue)
(grunts)
Cover me!
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
(panting)
(beeping)
♪ NCIS: LA 7x06 ♪ Unspoken Original Air Date on November 2, 2015
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
♪ ♪
(loud slurping)
You enjoying that?
Oh, you mean my smoothie?
Funny you should mention it, 'cause I really feel
like I'm missing something.
He's just upset because I finished his protein powder.
You put it on your ice cream. You left it
at my house. I didn't think you'd mind.
I wrote my name on the lid. Who writes their name
on things they then leave at their girlfriend's house?
Do you still write your name on your underwear?
I need to mark my territory.
Poor choice of words.
Yeah. The bottom line is
you're just really bad with personal boundaries.
Oh. (Callen laughs)
(laughs)
Something funny?
You two having a discussion
about boundaries?
Isn't that a little ironic?
Iron... Explain that. Most people
bring their work lives home.
You guys bring your home lives to work.
Boundaries
get blurry. Deeks and I
keep our work lives and personal lives very separate.
I have a rule about that. Really?
Yeah. What about that little...
display of affection last week
on Lincoln at the stop light? Ha!
(chuckles) Didn't know you guys were behind us.
And...
the fight over who gets the side of the bed
that's closest to the bathroom. ERIC: Oh,
or Deeks telling us how Kensi likes to hang-dry
her underwea# in the living room.
Deeks, you hang-dry your underwear.
Yeah. In the bathroom,
where things are supposed to hang-dry.
And there it is.
Boundaries obliterated.
More stuff I can never un-hear.
Granger and Hetty... Request
our presence up in Ops, perhaps?
Uh, actually, want to talk to Sam.
Alone.
What's going on?
Take a look, Agent Hanna.
NELL: ATF retrieved this
surveillance video from last night.
(filtered): All good.
That's Mark. Yes,
it is.
Mark Ruiz was working
as an undercover asset for ATF.
NELL: He infiltrated a militia group
started by Gary Madison. Madison was trying
to buy a large amount of a new experimental explosive
called Binetex.
Ruiz mounted the camera
inside the grill of the car to record the buy.
ATF said that case contains the money.
$2 million. Did ATF
I.D. the sellers?
The leader is a man named Ramon Santos,
but they can't find any background on him.
NELL: And here's the rest of the video we recovered.
SAM: Looks like the deal
went south.
There's the sellers leaving.
Now watch this.
(beeping)
Can you think of any reason
why your ex-partner would want to kill
Madison and his men?
No, but that doesn't mean there isn't one.
HETTY: The trouble is Ruiz
hasn't checked in with his ATF handlers in weeks.
ATF has asked for our help in finding him.
Given he is
a former NCIS agent.
His behavior
is erratic, at best.
Criminal, at worst.
You think Mark is dirty?
I know you've personally invested a lot in him, Sam.
But when he left NCIS, it was
because of his drug problem.
Mark has been clean going on ten years.
Have you seen him
recently?
Not in a while but I know the man.
Yes, well, we all thought
we knew the man.
You want to be involved? Or are you too close to this?
I'll bring the team up to speed.
DEEKS: Whoa. Wasn't expecting that.
Do we know who this guy is?
SAM: Man on the screen is a freelance
ATF asset. His name is
Mark Ruiz.
He was my first partner
before I met Callen.
We worked together for a year.
I'm sorry. Rewind for a second.
You had a partner at NCIS before Callen?
I did a lot of things before I met Callen.
Ruiz was working deep cover
for a group trying to buy Binetex.
CALLEN: Military-grade explosives.
Supposed to be under lock and key.
None turned up missing,
which means someone must have figured out the recipe.
Why did Ruiz leave NCIS?
Personal reasons.
You think he detonated the bomb?
ATF thinks he may have turned,
maybe for his own financial gain.
Maybe he lost his edge, got frustrated,
killed the militia guys.
ATF got it wrong.
My former partner is not dirty, and he's not a murderer.
I'm just saying people change, Sam,
especially when they're in deep cover.
Deeks... KENSI: If we're gonna
work this case,
we need to understand what's going on.
The debris from the blast didn't damage all of the footage.
I found more.
KENSI: Looks like Ruiz went back into the building.
CALLEN: Yeah. And that's
the buyer's case.
DEEKS: Last man standing
walks away with the money.
You good? I'm fine.
Want to tell me why you're sending Kensi and Deeks
to the crime scene when you are the explosives expert?
Kensi's learned a lot. She pays attention.
She asks good questions. She's got this.
You want to tell me where we're going?
It's complicated.
“Mathlete trigonometry” complicated
or “let's not tell my partner” complicated?
You getting in the car?
Why didn't you tell the team
the whole story back there?
Because a lot of baggage comes with the word “addict.”
And you don't think there's any chance
he could've relapsed again?
Hey.
If Ruiz is dirty,
you gonna be able to put the cuffs on him?
What do you think?
(car door shuts)
(engine starts)
(indistinct chatter)
Yikes.
Looks like a war zone.
This is the blast crater.
Detonation happened right here.
Look at how this wall buckled.
It would have to be a super high detonation velocity
to cause this kind
of damage. Very high brisance.
Yeah, well, I usually like my brisance
with a little bit of jelly in a café with Pepé Le Pew.
Oh, you mean the other kind of brisance?
The shattering capability of a high explosive.
Like Binetex.
Exactly like Binetex, actually.
What's going on with you?
I just don't understand why Sam would protect some guy
that may have killed three people.
I don't. I do.
(sighs) Because they were partners. And to be
completely honest, I would do the same thing for you.
Not if I murdered someone.
I mean, if you did it for the right reasons, yeah.
Yeah, I think I would.
Boundaries.
Right. We're-we're... I'll be...
over here.
(people talking indistinctly nearby)
Hey, check this out.
What do you got?
It's a piece of a SIM card.
Command detonation by cell phone.
I'll get it to Eric.
You want to tell Sam or should I?
We already knew it was probably detonated by a cell phone.
SIM card doesn't mean anything.
I didn't say it did.
Do you want me to guess who we're going to see?
Let's see, you didn't use GPS or the Wonder Twins to get here
which means you probably know this person.
You also didn't check the address,
which means you've been here before.
What else, Sherlock?
We're not approaching tactically
and that means you trust this person.
WOMAN: Don't forget your helmet!
Got it.
Mama,
there's a super ginormous man here.
Sam.
What a surprise.
It's so good to see you.
Alicia Ruiz, my partner, Callen.
Nice to meet you.
Who are they?
You don't remember Sam?
He's a friend of your dad's.
It's been a long time.
Yeah, it has.
Which means you're not just dropping by, are you?
SAM: We just need to talk to him, that's all.
He hasn't checked in with his handlers, has he?
No.
Have you heard from him?
Mark's been pretty much off the grid
for the past few months.
But we're used to that.
Not that anyone ever really gets used to it.
Are you two together?
On again, off again.
And now?
Off again.
Alicia, we really need you to help us find him.
And we need to find him fast.
You must have a number
or contact in case there's an emergency with Joey, or...
That's his number.
(phone clicks)
I'll send this to Nell,
see if she can get a GPS location on him.
Thank you for helping.
(door opens, closes)
How you really doing?
Managing.
How's Kamran and Aiden?
Pictures?
Yeah. There you are.
Getting big.
Just like Joey.
Mark chose work over us.
He chose drugs over us.
And Joey knows it.
You can only be pushed aside for so long
before you start to think you are the problem.
You were never the problem.
How many times can I ask you to save him?
As many times as you need to.
(sobs)
(Nell speaks indistinctly over phone)
All right, thanks, Nell.
We'll keep you posted.
You seem close.
I was there for her and Joey when Mark was in recovery.
It was tough to see a guy with so much potential
go down like that.
(phone rings)
Yeah?
ERIC: Found Ruiz.
Or at least his phone.
Location is on its way to you.
(computer chirping)
Ruiz is just to the north.
He's moving.
Either walking really fast or driving super slow.
CALLEN: There he is.
Just me.
SAM: Mark!
Sam.
Wow.
Something tells me this isn't a coincidence.
Yeah, uh...
a lot of people looking for you.
Yeah, kinda figured.
Look, the op went south, I couldn't check in.
I need to stay in play.
Eight o'clock.
Black jacket, gun.
SAM: I don't see him.
(grunting)
(people exclaiming)
Relax, I've got him.
(grunting)
WOMAN: Oh, my God!
(women gasp)
(panting)
(grunts, groans)
That's how you greet an old friend?
(groans) Huh?
Old partner, maybe.
I don't know about the friend part.
Don't try to run again.
You only get one pass.
(chuckles): Okay.
You got me.
I'm done.
I'm not running.
(grunting)
Come on.
Why, you scared?
(grunting)
I'm scared I might have to hurt you.
That's funny, that never bothered you before.
CALLEN: You boys better stop before someone loses an eye.
You here to save me again, Sammy?
Big hero.
Nah. This time I'm here to arrest you.
Turn around.
(handcuffs clicking)
Can't believe you cuffed me, Sammy.
I mean, this is... this is ridiculous.
Look, I told you to stop calling me Sammy.
Take me back to the beginning.
Lay it out for me.
A few months ago,
ATF busted two former Cal Tech grad students
in West Covina for manufacturing Binetex.
Okay. ATF already knew
that they had sold 50 pounds of the explosives
to a Filipino arms dealer named Ramon Santos.
I was able to get in undercover
as a middleman between Santos and Madison's guys.
We set up a buy, everything was going smoothly
until the sale went down.
Then... you saw the rest.
Yeah, we did.
Why'd you kill them, Mark?
You think I set off the bomb?
We saw your footage.
You keyed your phone, the building went boom.
I was calling in to ATF, man.
Then who detonated the bomb?
My guess, it's the sellers trying to cover their tracks.
They were already trying to rip off the buyers.
That's why the whole deal went bad.
We'll see.
Oh, why take my word for it, I screwed up.
But never in the field.
What does that count for anyway?
You know, it's, um...
it's interesting
that you're the one that doesn't trust me.
Why's that?
(laughs)
Way to play dumb, Sam.
Betrayal's your bag, not mine.
Whatever.
Santos still thinks that I'm an explosives expert.
I still think that I can get him to make a deal.
But the longer I'm in here,
the more likely it is that the Binetex is going to get sold
and we'll lose track of it.
Betrayal between partners.
Things just got real.
Turn off the feed.
But this is getting interesting.
Turn it off.
SAM: Turn it off.
You using again? (groans)
Simple question, simple answer.
A year ago, I went undercover with a biker gang
and they forced me to do cocaine in front of them.
I relapsed, I busted their ass and I got clean.
A lot of undercover
assets figure out ways to fake it, Mark.
And a lot of those guys end up with a bullet in their head
in the Mojave.
That's the whole truth
so help me God.
And speaking of truths,
do you have anything you want to share with me, Sammy?
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
ERIC: We've checked Ruiz's cell phone.
Any calls or texts to his ATF handler?
None listed.
Also, if Ruiz had a speed-dial to the number
that detonated the bomb, it's been deleted.
Could have gone to dial and then the explosion interrupted him.
Yeah, maybe.
ERIC: Something else.
In the last 20 minutes, Ruiz's cell phone
received five calls from the same number.
Looks like a burn phone.
SAM: Send me the number, Eric.
ERIC: You got it.
There's no evidence on your phone
that you tried to call ATF.
How much money was in that case you took out of there?
I took it to stay in the game.
No, how much?
Two million.
Come on, Sam.
Let me make another deal with Santos.
Whose number is this?
Speak of the devil.
Why is Santos calling a dead man?
He went back for the money, saw it was gone.
Knew I made it out.
But it's weird.
Santos was never going to sell.
All he brought with him was a sample.
Maybe that's all he had.
No. Caltech guy said he bought it all.
You were planning on returning that money
to the ATF evidence locker?
Right? This is my way in, Sam, okay?
You know how this works-- I got five months in on this op.
Let me reach out to Santos before he changes his mind.
Give me another chance.
(door closes)
I'm going undercover with Ruiz as a new buyer.
Gonna meet with Santos, make a deal.
We'll take him down when he delivers the Binetex.
And you trust Ruiz?
I don't.
DEEK: Sam, he might have
murdered those men.
We haven't confirmed that.
Anybody have a better idea?
Have Ruiz call Santos, set it up.
♪ ♪
(camera shutter clicking)
(beeping)
Nell?
Yeah. What do you got? They're in.
Granger's sending you photos-- see if you can I.D. any of these guys.
This is your new buyer?
Gideon Chambiri.
Tanzania.
SANTOS: Mr. Tanzania,
you speak English?
(Tanzanian accent): I let the money do the talking.
It's funny, Mr. Tanzania, I have never heard of you.
And I never heard of you.
Ruiz, he says you have serious money.
$300,000 per pound of Binetex.
Thing is...
I do not do multimillion-dollar deals
while standing in a driveway.
Let us go inside.
SAM (over radio): Good.
You have my attention.
But first things first.
Where's the $2 million.
Oh, we're talking about a lot more money than $2 million.
$300,000 a pound?
That's... $15 million. Look,
I do not know either of you.
You bring me
the $2 million, then we talk.
This is nonsense.
I bring you someone with real money.
Let's just make a deal-- you get rich, everyone's happy.
The $2 million first.
Okay, show us the product,
and then the $2 million is a down payment.
No.
No deal.
All right, you win. We'll go get the money.
Let's go. Uh-uh-uh.
I do not like strangers to know where I live.
He will stay.
You go.
This is insane. Put the guns down.
Get the money.
Maybe I will not
kill him.
Otherwise...
maybe I will kill you both.
Why isn't Santos making this deal easy?
Doesn't make sense.
Guys, we ran the photos through facial rec.
Ramon Santos is not an arms dealer.
His real name
is Amir Mattar.
DEEKS: He's a member of the Moro Islamic
Liberation Front based in southern Philippines.
KENSI: And their terrorist M.O. of choice
is car bombs and blowing up
CALLEN: Santos doesn't want to sell government buildings.
those explosives, he wants to use them.
And he wants the $2 million to finance his attack.
Look, I already said that I was gonna get your money.
Just put down the weapons.
Killing me would have consequences
you cannot even imagine.
I will take my chances.
(camera shutter clicking)
Sam, you good?
(over radio): Sam, talk to me.
Just listen to me.
We can work this out.
All right, this is bad. One of our team should be
in there with Sam. What do we got on Santos' men?
Hold on.
Okay, Santos' men are not part of the Moro terrorist group.
They're local hire Filipinos.
Sam, you getting that? These guys should not be
on the same side.
You gentlemen know
you are working... with a Moro Liberation fighter?
Do not listen to him.
This man never wanted to sell Binetex.
He wants to use it
in the Philippines.
Shoot him!
He wants to kill innocent Filipinos.
Your people.
I said shoot him!
(panting)
Sam?
SAM: Killing Santos was the right call.
You did not know
you are working with the Moro group?
We suspected...
but we clearly didn't do our homework.
(speaking Tagalog)
(continues in Tagalog)
Do you know what
he is saying?
GRANGER: The guy he's speaking to
is his brother. He says he should have
investigated Santos.
You know who I am. Who are you?
Call me Diego.
Okay, Diego, do you have the explosives?
Yes.
SAM: Then my offer stands.
Santos was right.
We don't know you.
But... $2 million.
That'd help us
feel better about that.
Fine. We'll go get the money.
You have one hour.
You're not back...
we're ghosts.
Then we will move quickly.
This is crazy. Sam's going undercover
with somebody we barely know anything about.
You know what? We should probably check his file.
I like the way you thin' I like the way I think.
(electronic chirping)
Access denied? DEEKS: Try my password.
Hello, friend.
(gasps)
Yes, hello. (laughs): Eric, Nell.
Just working here.
Attempting to access Mark Ruiz's personnel file, are we?
No.
Can you help us?
Hmm. Just a second. Eric?
Oh, yeah. It says here that Ruiz's history
is none of your business.
Oh.
Oh, well, that's really interesting, 'cause the case
is about Ruiz.
NELL: Granger has sealed the file.
Stay out of the database, You guys...
or Granger will fry your motherboard.
NCIS may be sealed.
But there's a whole lo# more Internet out there.
This is the place, huh? Yeah.
Hey, do me a favor-- let's turn off the comms for a minute.
SAM: What's up?
RUIZ: I just want to talk.
(beeping)
Just had a question for you.
It's been bothering me.
Bring it.
(sighs) Back when I was in rehab...
Which time?
(chuckles) The first two.
(sighs) When I was in there...
I know you spent a lot of time...
at my house.
And you slept with Alicia.
Well?
It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
Well, I'm asking, Sammy.
You know there are ten different reasons
why that would never happen.
(laughs softly)
Did you?
I did not sleep with her.
Is that what your little paranoid squirrel brain needed to hear?
CALLEN: Those are Diego's men.
GRANGER: They must have put a tracker on the car.
Not good.
Come on, turn those comms back on.
I just needed to ask, see your reaction.
I was your partner.
I saved your career a dozen times.
What the hell's wrong with you?
I'm done.
Is that the money?
Is that the m...
Let's get it over with.
Let's go.
And just for the record--
if it wasn't for promises I made to Alicia and your son,
I would've cut you loose a long time ago.
This guy's not African.
CALLEN: Federal agents!
CALLEN: Don't even think about it.
SAM: Federal agents. Don't move.
(grunts)
(handcuffs clicking)
What were you doing?
My brother said just to check them out.
We wanted to make sure they weren't cops.
You got your answer.
And we got a problem.
I don't think so.
Diego's gonna be
very worried about this guy.
You got it? RUIZ: Yeah.
Come over here, take a look.
Now, before I show you this,
so I know who I'm dealing with,
you guys blew up Madison, right?
Not us. That was Santos.
Where's my brother?
SAM: He is...
with my people.
You hurt him, I will hunt you down.
Shut up.
If you do not do exactly as I say,
I will not only hurt him.
I will kill him.
Now, do you have the Binetex?
Yes. Good.
You are dealing with me now.
The price has dropped.
$200,000 a pound.
Ten million total.
Send the location.
KENSI: His name is Isko Lacan. He and his brother
Diego were working drugs, weapons
and prostitution here in L.A.
All right, got it.
Between NCIS and ATF, we put got five million dollars.
Plus the two million from Ruiz.
The other three's just gonna have to be fake.
All right, put it together.
Okay.
Actually, um,
just one more thing.
We've been doing some digging.
Ruiz used his credit card at a parking meter
outside a church every Thursday for three years.
The same church
that a substance abuse support group was meeting at.
Why didn't you just tell us
that Ruiz was washed out of NCIS because of drugs?
Well, I'm not exactly the office gossip.
Well, it's not gossip if it's relevant to the case.
If he's clean now, how so?
That's a big if. It's hard enough
to get clean without being branded an addict.
Look, I'm not asking you to trust Ruiz.
I'm asking you to trust Sam.
Fair enough.
Okay.
(phone ringing through)
MAN: Yes, sir.
Is the Tac team ready? MAN: Yes, sir.
All right, stand by.
(gasping and wheezing)
(grunting)
(grunts)
He's dead. You okay? Uh-huh.
There's been a complication.
Put most of the real bills on top, then mix in the rest.
Pray they can't tell the difference.
You really think we're gonna get that far
without Diego's brother?
You had to shoot him?
You don't trust that I did the right thing?
Because I sure as hell have been trusting you, Agent Hanna.
Yes, you have.
I have an idea.
Sam, remember Rosarito?
Yeah. That could work.
Gonna head out in a few. I'm riding point with ATF.
Is that Ruiz's file?
Yeah.
Trying to decide
whether I can trust him.
Yeah. Jury's still out with me.
Your partner trusts him.
Well, Sam's loyal to a fault.
Sometimes it blinds him.
Agent Ruiz was running an undercover op for me
in the province of Kunar.
Sam and a group of SEALS were providing support.
They were ambushed.
The cost
was the lives of two men from Sam's SEAL team.
Ruiz lived
while Sam's brothers died.
Sam always wanted to believe
that Ruiz's life was worth the cost.
Even when Ruiz didn't believe it himself.
I'll have my partner's back.
Good.
♪ ♪
Give me my brother.
We brought the money.
Let us see the product.
Isko?
(grunting)
SAM: I need to see
the explosives now.
Open it.
(hissing)
It's good. Let's do this.
GRANGER: Execute. Execute.
(tires squealing, siren toots)
MAN (over P.A.): Federal agents! Lay down your weapons.
Put your hands in the air.
Move, and you die.
(grunts)
MAN: ATF! Don't move!
On you knees!
On the ground! Down! Knees!
Down on your knees! Down! Now!
MAN: Coppers. Stay right where you are.
Hands on your head!
Who's got eyes on Sam?
Anyone?
DEEKS: I got nothing.
What about Ruiz?
So you finally learned to shoot, huh?
(Ruiz gasping)
(grunting)
Eric, Nell, I need an ambulance. I have an agent down!
ERIC: On it.
(grunting)
Oh, that... (laughs)
That's a lot of blood.
You're fine. (groans)
Eric, what's the ETA on that ambulance?
Eight minutes out.
(groaning)
Hang in there, buddy. Hang in there.
Right... right... You'll be okay. Yeah.
(sirens approaching)
(indistinct voice over P.A.)
Hi.
So, doctor say there's only minor internal bleeding.
They'll take you up to surgery in a few minutes.
This time, I saved you.
I was wondering how long it was gonna be
before you brought that up.
(laughs)
Payback's a bitch.
Yeah, it is.
We're even.
I could save you ten times,
and we wouldn't be even.
You hear me?
Thanks, brother.
Hey.
Hey, Joey, come here.
Your daddy saved my life.
He's a hero.
Hey. How you doing?
He's gonna be fine.
Thank God.
Thank you.
Hey.
You came back.
Uh, yeah, I got some work done while Mark was in surgery.
They just took him to recovery.
How's he doing? Looks like
he's gonna be okay.
Good.
How's your tummy?
I didn't hit you too hard, did I?
Well, I can't keep solid food down,
but other than that, I'm top notch.
Well, if you did some more sit-ups...
Oh. Yes, so nice to have a partner who cares.
You know I love you, G.
And I love you, too... Sammy.
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