NARRATOR: Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles:
- The White Ghost has come back. - It's a witch hunt.
Miss Jones, I need a flight to Washington.
ERIC: Michael Wilson.
CALLEN: He's served time, and he's a white supremacist.
Card-carrying member of the Herrenvolk Brotherhood.
KENSI: That Wilson? SAM: Guy's in pretty bad shape.
- What's shaking, partner? - Hi. All right. Hi.
DEA Agent Talia Del Campo, this is Special Agent Kensi Blye.
- What's your connection to Wilson? - DEA's been following Herrenvolk.
- They move meth on the West Coast. - And coke?
Not traditionally, but they've been forming new alliances.
- What kind of boat did you build? - A submersible.
The Colombians have found subs being built
capable of hauling 200 tons of cocaine.
Hey.
[GRUNTS]
SAM: Fertilizer? - The drugs have been loaded out.
- This whole thing's a giant torpedo. - You cannot escape.
Neither can you.
[LOCK CLICKING]
KENSI: Callen, Sam, do you hear me?
[KENSI'S VOICE DISTORTED OVER COM]
Callen, Sam, do you hear me?
[RUSTLING THEN DEEKS GRUNTS]
[TALIA SIGHS]
- What's happening? - Sam and Callen are on the sub.
- Where is it? - It launched.
We are in the sub. I repeat, we are in the sub.
[CALLEN'S VOICE DISTORTED OVER COM]
Say again. You're breaking up.
[GRANGER'S VOICE DISTORTED OVER COM]
They replaced the drugs with fertilizer.
- I need eyes on that vessel, Beale. - I know, I know. I'm trying.
- I've got the Coast Guard. - They're headed for the ocean.
Callen, Sam, do you still hear me? Callen?
DEEKS: Damn it. KENSI: Callen, Sam?
[CALLEN'S VOICE DISTORTED OVER COM]
We are inside the sub.
[KENSI'S VOICE DISTORTED OVER COM]
[STATIC CRACKLING]
I got nothing. We're on our own.
[ENGINE WHINING]
And we're diving.
[CLANGING]
Ripped By mstoll
- We can't let the sub get to the ocean. - How'd we do that?
- Lock up the harbor? - Even if we block it,
it's not gonna matter. They're underwater, in a sub.
What are we gonna use, a giant net?
[CALLEN GRUNTING]
G., give it up. There's no way to open that hatch
from this side short of C-4.
This thing is built like a damn battleship.
The hell are you doing there, MacGyver?
It'll help us to know which way we're going.
[ENGINE WHINING]
We're turning starboard.
How deep Eric say this thing can go?
Deeper than I want it to.
Sixty feet.
Harbor's not even 50.
Deep enough to come and go without being seen.
Plus, all the ship traffic will make it hard to pick up on sonar.
We've got to find a way to force this thing to the surface.
Yeah.
What sort of music would you like to listen to?
Oh, I think I'd prefer the silence.
[TABLET CHIMES]
The Coast Guard has a helicopter, but they haven't spotted anything.
They could sneak out underneath a tanker and we'd never know it.
HETTY [OVER COM]: What's going on?
- What the hell was that? - It's Hetty.
Where is she?
- Everywhere. - Turn her off.
I asked you a question.
We've got this. Just focus on your trip.
- Don't handle me, Owen. - Beale.
- I'm trying. - Mr. Beale, if you turn me off,
you'll regret it long after your wounds have healed.
Callen and Sam are trapped on the narco sub.
What? How did they get on...?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Say something nice at my funeral.
We need to get back immediately.
- You'll miss your flight. - To hell with my flight. Turn around.
I have strict orders to accompany you all the way to the gate.
And I have a lipstick gun in my purse,
- and I am not afraid to use it. - Shoot me and the car will crash.
That's precisely why I'm wearing my seat belt.
We should go to the hospital and question Michael Wilson.
His gang is moving the drugs. Maybe he knows where the sub is going.
- We're not sure he can talk. - What about the drugs?
We can't let several tons of coke hit the street.
You get to the hospital, interview Wilson.
I'm gonna go back to his house, see if I can find anything.
I'll call in the other agents and brief them there.
You know what, on second thought, why don't you question Wilson?
- I'll ride with Talia. - What? Why?
- I don't wanna go. - You wanted to question him.
- No, I said somebody should. - Want me to question this guy?
[IN UNISON] No.
- Okay. - Fine. Mm.
- Thank you. - I will go to
the hospital, then.
We're federal agents.
The Coast Guard and Navy are already searching for this vessel.
[CREAKING]
- You okay? - Considering I'm trapped in a tiny sub
with tons of fertilizer, turning it into a giant underwater bomb...
It's not that tiny.
- Speak for yourself. - All right, look, let's think here.
What can we do to stop this thing?
I don't know.
We're in the bow.
Most of the controls will be in the bridge back to the engine,
rudder and prop.
- What if we purge the ballast? - They used the cocaine as a ballast,
now it's the fertilizer.
Seawater ballast controls will be in the bridge as well.
- Got any good news for me? - So far this thing isn't leaking.
[THUD]
[CREAKING]
What the hell was that?
It must have hit the bottom.
Or some old pilings.
This thing was made for open water, not navigating obstacles.
Well, this just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
I've got a live satellite feed of the harbor, still no sign of the sub.
I need you to plot possible courses using everything we know
- about this sub's capabilities. - Got it.
Find the guy who built this submarine and bring him to the boatshed.
I promise not to work Beale to death until you get back.
Let's move it, Jones.
- Have fun. - Yeah.
Five degrees between...
Hope that's not a farewell note.
Trying to get an idea where we are
based on speed, running time and course correction.
CALLEN: And?
Guessing we're about three miles off the coast of Huntington.
Good. Means they're not planning on detonating this thing
under the Santa Monica Pier.
Check it out.
SAM: Yeah.
Batteries.
Makes sense to run them along the keel because of weight.
Probably wired the length of the sub.
We disconnect these, we'll cut their power by what, 30 percent?
Should slow them down until they surface and switch to diesel.
Let's do it.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
We're losing power.
What is happening?
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
- They disconnected some batteries. ALL: Can we fix it?
Yes. We just have to rewire them.
We can't do that with them in there.
We can if they're dead.
Turn off the air and power to the forward hold.
[HISSING]
SAM: Twenty bucks says that was intentional.
Yeah, we can use the batteries to power these lights back up.
Yeah. But they won't help with the air.
I'm really starting to hate these guys.
[CLANGING ON DOOR]
JABRIL: You think you're clever,
but you're not.
- Who am I speaking to? - I am the captain.
I am Jabril. And you are dead men.
What's your game plan, Jabril?
JABRIL: This is no game.
This is jihad.
We will eliminate jahiliyyah.
We will restore sharia to the world.
What the hell's jahiliyyah?
The time of darkness before we were given the Quran.
Where are we headed, Jabril?
JABRIL: We are going to paradise.
You are going to hell.
[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]
These guys are martyrs.
Which means...
...this is a suicide mission.
Yeah.
Mr. Wilson,
I'm Marty Deeks. I'm a detective with L.A.P.D.
I hate pigs.
Hm. But apparently love nostalgia.
Seriously, who calls cops pigs anymore?
I gotta ask you some questions.
I don't talk to pigs.
How do you feel about the Navy?
I'm currently assigned to NCIS, Naval Criminal Investigative Services.
You heard of us? No? No? Well, we're pretty cool.
Yeah, chicks dig us, which is awesome.
The point is that two agents, who happen to be my friends,
are stuck on your submarine.
I'll die before I tell you anything.
[GRUNTS]
You will if we don't speed this up.
Go to hell.
[CHATTERING]
None of my guys have noticed anything hitting the street.
My guess is they're still cutting the drugs, but the clock is ticking.
Yeah, I'm well aware of that. Thank you.
- I wasn't implying that you weren't. - Good.
I have one agenda: Find the drugs, arrest the people who got them.
- Not trying to poach your boyfriend. - Deeks is not my boyfriend.
He's my partner.
My God, you guys are both in denial.
- No wonder you're wired so tight. - You can shut up now.
You know, if I were you, I would just go for it.
Have a full-on freak-fest weekend, get it out of your system
before you blow an O-ring or something.
No wonder you like him. You both talk like idiots.
Careful, honey.
Don't let all that pent-up sexual frustration
force you to say something you're gonna regret.
You need to step off.
You need to let that boy under your hood for a little oil change
before somebody else does.
- Is that a threat? - No, that's a fact.
Well, here's a threat. Stay away from my partner.
That's a warning.
Get out of my face before I break that pretty nose of yours.
That is a threat.
Okay, okay, okay. Break it up.
Hey! What the hell's wrong with you two?
We're out of here!
- Hey. You all right? TALIA: Yeah, I'm good.
Ow.
[SIGHS]
- Wait. - I don't want your apology.
Good, because you're not getting one.
Receipts for fertilizer, ten bags at a time
- from several different places. - They're building a bomb?
Or they've turned the sub into one.
I know you were a math-a-magician or whatever in high school.
You really think this is the best use of your time now?
I was a mathlete.
I'm trying to determine how much air we have left.
You know, this thing is essentially a cylinder,
the volume of which is pi times the radius squared,
so about 4, 4 feet-by-10.
Not counting what's in the nose, that gives us roughly 500 cubic feet.
The two of us breathe about a cubic foot every two minutes, which is...
Two-hundred and fifty minutes. Four hours. We're laughing.
Yeah.
If we didn't have to exhale.
Every time we breathe out,
the carbon dioxide level in here increases.
Why do you always have to be a sub's half-empty guy, huh?
Because when the CO2 level reaches 3 percent,
our breathing doubles.
Then when it reaches 5 percent, our breathing quadruples.
Beyond that,
we'll start showing signs of disorientation,
blurred vision
and, uh, loss of consciousness and eventual death.
Bet you mathletes were a lot of fun, huh?
"How many pounds per square inch to crush a kitten's skull?"
We've been running straight for a long time.
That's good. Less chance of hitting something.
Okay.
You want to strike out at America,
you basically have an underwater bomb.
Where do you use it if it's not a crowded pier?
- I'd do a bridge during rush hour. - Okay.
Offshore oil rig. It's an environmental disaster,
loss of lives, not to mention the symbolism of oil.
Cruise ship.
Lots of innocent civilians.
Icon of Western excess.
Warship.
We're headed for San Diego.
Where the USS Van Buren is in port.
You destroy an American aircraft carrier,
- it's like Christmas for insurgents. - You wanna talk about symbolism...
Not to mention the environmental disaster.
The USS Van Buren is nuclear-powered.
- There are two reactors on that. - Navy will be searching for us.
They already have security measures in place at the base,
but we can't run the risk of this thing slipping through.
If we can't force them to surface...
We have to sink this thing.
You know what that means?
Yeah.
Every receipt is for ten 50-pound bags of fertilizer paid with cash.
Now, I've checked garden centers and home supply depots
in a ten-mile radius, and so far
I've got three more identical purchases.
If they're related, that's two tons of explosives.
None of which was found in the house.
- How many tons of coke on that sub? - I don't know. Nine, maybe ten.
KENSI: If they're replaced with fertilizer...
They have a giant underwater bomb.
[HETTY CLEARS THROAT]
Eric?
She's back.
Tell me what's going on. And where the hell is Granger?
You were paid to design and build a sub for the purpose
of smuggling several tons of cocaine into the country.
- No, I... - Shut the hell up.
If you open your mouth one more time unless it's to answer a question,
I'm gonna wrap your tongue around my fist and beat you with it.
- They killed my wife. - That's on you.
For all I know, having her killed was part of your deal.
- No, that's not true. - Why didn't they scuttle the sub?
- I don't know. - They wouldn't risk another run.
So they must've had another plan.
You'll be an accomplice to anything that happens to those federal agents.
I hope they die. Painfully.
- Oh, you mean like you? - I'm not dying.
You're not? Heh-heh-heh.
All right, let me let you in on something pretty special here.
Smile.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
That's you, Wilson.
You got burns over 70 percent of your body.
- I refuse to die. - I refused to grow up.
Actually, that's working out pretty well for me.
But you, you on the other hand... Well, let's see, shall we?
"Surviving burns."
It is the rule of the nines.
So you get 9 percent for each arm, 18 percent for each leg,
9 for the front torso, 9 for the back torso,
another 9 for the head.
Yours is probably a 6 for burns, another 2 for ugliness.
Being generous on both accounts. You take that, add it to your age,
and if that number's over 100, then it says you're not gonna survive.
You're 32, and that's 48, 52, 61, 70.
Seventy plus 32
is a hundred and...
A hundred and two.
You're dying, Wilson.
You're dying.
No, no. See, don't... You don't want to do that
because the salt from your tears, you're gonna sting your burns.
- Screw you, bitch. - Bitch?
I'm not the one crying.
Wow, this is getting awkward. Do you want some water or something?
- No. - No water? What about whiskey?
Look at those eyes light up. Heh-heh-heh.
It's funny, because I always carry around these little rascals in case
I get shot on the job by some loser like yourself.
I figure if I'm gonna die,
I might as well have a drink before I go.
There you go, brother. Oh, uh, one thing.
- Where is your sub going? - Oh, you son of a bitch.
All right, suit yourself.
Oh, God, that's smooth. You know, I saw a guy with a drill bit in his head.
He could probably use a drink.
[SIGHS]
It's not my sub.
How the hell do we sink it?
We need a big-ass drill or a cutting torch to breach the hull.
Could a thermite reaction burn through?
Maybe. But we'd need magnesium to ignite some iron oxide.
We got plenty of rust here from all the salt water corrosion.
SAM: We need to collect as much as we can.
We add aluminum to get the temperature up,
we may be able to burn through a weld
or soften it enough to compromise its integrity.
- But we don't have any magnesium. - We have lithium.
- From the batteries. - Lithium.
It's an alkali metal.
It's highly reactive and flammable.
Hell, it's a fusion fuel in staged thermonuclear weapons.
We short-circuit the batteries, we can induce thermal runaway.
I don't think I've ever seen you this excited about a suicide plan.
- The sub belongs to the Hadjis. - Who?
Some camel cowboys had it built to bring in the drugs.
You got names for me?
Guy named Jabril. We called him Jar Jar Binks.
I'm sure he appreciated that. You got last names?
- No. - Where's he from?
Syria, Iraq. I don't know. Some Middle East crap hole.
And where are the drugs now?
Oh, I ain't telling you that.
[DEEKS SLURPING LOUDLY]
Oh, God, that's good.
You know, I feel like, uh,
we should probably just be honest with each other, you know?
Because here's the deal.
No one's gonna know. I mean, think about it.
Your brothers are gonna think you died defending the cause.
You're gonna take several tons of cocaine off the street,
which is a bargaining chip in the afterlife.
And, uh, let's just face it, you're probably gonna need that.
Mike?
[DEEKS EXHALES SHARPLY]
God have mercy on your soul.
All right, all right, all right.
A guy named Worm is cutting it at his place.
I don't know his real name, I swear.
Works out of a Chinese restaurant in Reseda.
So you got a white supremacist working at a Chinese restaurant?
Guess you can never judge a book by its cover.
Hey, hey, hey.
- What about my drink? - This? No, you can't...
You can't drink in your condition.
I'm just kidding.
That's freaking apple juice!
- You're a lying bastard! - I know, but the good news is,
I lied about your burns too.
They're only 25 percent. You're gonna live.
- Have fun in prison. - Oh, no!
I think somebody needs their catheter changed.
[WILSON YELLING]
[SAM PANTING]
Okay. Be careful with that stuff. It's highly corrosive.
Matches? Lighter? Nothing?
Do you?
Try not to inhale the smoke.
You ready?
Light it up.
Fire in the hole.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
[ALARM BEEPING]
ALL: What is that?
It's a fire.
SAM: Now, G.
[CALLEN GRUNTING]
Move. Watch out. It's not working.
[SAM GRUNTS]
[BEEPING]
The hull has been breached. That is a leak alarm.
- They've put a hole in the ship? - Even if that chamber fills with water,
it won't affect us or our mission.
Move what you can into the stern to counterbalance. Go.
Yeah.
[TAPPING ON HULL]
- What are you doing? - Morse code.
Navy's gotta be listening.
Sorry I interrupted your little game of Candy Crush there.
I'm writing a letter to Michelle and the kids.
- We're getting out of here, Sam. - In case we don't.
Well, tell her I died saving your life.
You're joking about a letter my family will read after I'm dead.
- Too soon? - What's wrong with you?
- Ever heard of black humor? - You trying to make me angry?
- If you are, it's working. - Good. I need you angry.
But not at me. At them.
Sooner or later, they'll open that hatch, and when they do,
- we need to be ready to roll. - Was that your plan?
There's no way they're gonna risk flooding the bridge. That's just stupid.
Trust me. I got a good feeling about this plan.
You remember when I told you that the CO2 buildup
will start affecting your ability to think straight?
It's happening.
Either they open that hatch and we go out firing...
- Or we sink. - Or the Navy picks up on my code.
- Then they torpedo us, and we sink. - Either way,
we're not letting them get to San Diego, right?
- Right. - What are they doing?
Those are the sounds of desperate men.
[TAPPING ON HULL CONTINUES]
No. I think that's Morse code.
They're trying to alert their Navy.
The flooding is slowing us down even more.
JABRIL: They must have disconnected the bilge pump.
We can't risk surfacing.
Divert as much power as you can to the engines.
Shut off everything else.
- Lights? JABRIL: Lights,
air, everything.
[HISSING]
I understand, sir.
I was on my way back to Washington.
Yes, sir.
I will, sir.
Deeks has got an alias and a possible location for the drugs.
Guy's name is Worm, a.k.a. Richard Miller.
He works at the Great Wall restaurant on Sherman Way in Reseda.
- Alert the others. - Uh, he also got the name of someone
who may have paid for the sub: Jabril.
But, uh, it's pretty common, and I don't have a surname.
And?
And I also picked up a Naval transmission.
Com Third Fleet has launched the alert-30 ASW package
with two H-60s and P-8A Poseidon sub-hunter.
Call sign, Talon Five-Five.
- Hetty, they have ord... - Have orders
to locate and destroy the submarine. I know.
What can we do?
Pray.
Loud
and hard.
[ALI SPEAKING IN ARABIC]
He requires no prayers.
It is permissible.
It is disrespectful.
We need no Salat, no Ghusl,
no Kafan.
We will be buried in our blood and clothes
because the shahid is resurrected on Yawm ad-Din.
And the smell of our blood
will be like the sweetest-smelling musk.
Wire the detonators.
[SPEAKING IN ARABIC]
So we got a couple cars in the back in the alley.
What happened to you two? You get in a catfight?
- Don't be stupid. - You run into more skinheads?
KENSI: Yes. TALIA: No.
Don't worry about it. Are they in there?
I didn't get close enough. There's a dog.
- You afraid of dogs? - It's not a King Charles spaniel.
This thing looked like a hyena. Actually, it may have been a hyena.
- Was it laughing at you? Heh-heh. - Oh.
No, no. What's...? What's that? I don't like this.
I don't like that. Not at all. Not one bit.
All right. We'll take the front.
You guys breach the back on our count.
- Sounds good. DEEKS: Am I missing something?
Yes. It's called a cerebral cortex. Heh-heh.
[KENSI AND DEEKS GASP]
- Sorry, we are not open yet. - Oh, no. We're not here to eat.
I just wanna look for our wedding reception. We're getting married.
- Congratulations. DEEKS: Oh, thank you.
To be completely honest, I thought she'd never ask.
- He's kidding. He's just a kidder. DEEKS: Guilty as charged.
I asked her, but only after her sister turned me down.
- Would you stop it? - It's not as bad as it sounds.
They're identical twins, and you can only marry one at a time.
And I wanted a trophy wife, so second place it is. Second place.
- You'll make a beautiful bride. - I agree.
[KENSI CLEARS THROAT]
- Thank you. - But you have to come back
to speak to the manager.
I don't book these things.
That's okay. We can just take a quick look. I...
MADGE: Sorry, no. No. I can't have anyone in here right now.
- You are going to have to leave. - I talked to Richard, Madge.
- He said you'd take good care of us. - Who?
Richard Miller, a.k.a. Worm?
- That name doesn't ring a bell. DEEKS: Oh, really? Because it...
- Ah, put down the scissors. - Talia, we're a go.
- Federal agents. - Hands up.
MAN: Unh! - On your knees!
On your knees!
On your knees now.
AGENT 1: All clear.
- Wow. AGENT 2: Secure him too.
Remind me never to get between you two.
- Not when you're armed, at least. - Oh, a hundred keys here, easy.
We good?
Yeah.
KENSI [OVER COM]: Hetty, we secured the drugs.
They were still cutting them.
Looks like it's all here. Hetty?
- I'm afraid we have another problem. - What sort of problem?
- The Navy's hunting for the sub. - And so they should be.
With orders to destroy on contact.
Then you gotta make a phone call and buy us some time.
I'm afraid I've used up all my favors in Washington.
I'm persona non grata at the moment.
What about the assistant director?
Callen and Sam are on that sub.
GRANGER: I'm well aware of that, Blye.
I'll do anything to get my people back, but this isn't about them.
Then what's it about?
GRANGER: It's about what they may be planning on doing with it.
NELL: The USS Van Buren has 508 officers,
3,789 enlisted men onboard.
GRANGER: It also has two nuclear reactors,
75 aircraft and three million gallons of aviation fuel.
Not to mention all the armament that goes on those planes
and the weapons on the ship.
You gotta get us out there. We gotta do something.
- Like what? - Anything. Can we get a chopper?
- No, probably not. - But I can.
- Grab your gear. - Nice.
Thank you, Owen.
CAPTAIN: Stand by to launch sonar buoy in three, two, one. Launch.
CALLEN: We're diving.
I'm not sure.
No. I can feel it.
As the bow takes on water, it pitches forward.
They'll try to compensate,
but the extra drag and weight,
- that'd take more power. - Power they don't have
since we disconnected the batteries.
We may be able to travel forward bow down without diving,
but eventually the weight will win out. We'll drop like a rock, G.
I love it when a plan comes together.
Isn't this where you say, uh,
[IMITATING SAM] "I pity the fool that messes with me"?
I'm starting to think I'd have been better off with Deeks.
[THUDDING]
[IN NORMAL VOICE] What the hell was that?
- That was outside. - Depth charge. They know we're here.
We are invisible to the infidels.
[SPEAKING IN ARABIC]
It's probably a sonobuoy.
It's command-activated to gauge range, bearing
and Doppler information on active sonar contact.
Meaning the next explosion's a torpedo?
If they pinged us.
Let's make sure they do.
[TAPPING ON HULL]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]
You all right?
I'm fine.
All that muscle mass
takes up a lot of oxygen.
If we get out of here,
you might want to think about taking up Pilates.
How about you stop talking to conserve air?
They're gonna open that hatch any second now.
They better.
Because that's about all we've got left.
How close are we?
NELL: We have no idea what heading they're on,
but based on the max speed of the sub,
you should be approaching the furthest they could've gotten.
- But it's a wide arc. GRANGER: Beale,
can you patch us into the Navy search aircraft?
- I can try. - Hell, I can try.
- I need you to actually do it. - Yes, sir.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[COUGHING]
[GASPS THEN COUGHS]
What happens now?
I think this is where you come up with a plan.
Isn't it your turn to save us?
The flooding is causing the bow to sink.
We don't have enough power to counter it.
We have to pump the water out, or we're never gonna make it.
If we open the hatch, we'll flood the bridge.
We shut off the electricity. We use the manual controls.
Then we pump the water out.
After we kill them.
Kensi, you need to circle back.
You've gone further than the sub could have traveled in this time.
Copy that. Let's turn around.
- Got a transmission from the P-8A. - Let's hear it.
CAPTAIN: Com Third Fleet, this is Talon Five-Five.
We have acoustic contact with unidentified sub,
track designated Whiskey One Tango Zero.
MAN [OVER RADIO]: Talon Five-Five, copy.
Set weapons posture one, weapons status tight.
Kill track Whiskey One Tango Zero.
CAPTAIN: Com Third Fleet, this is Talon Five-Five. Roger. Out.
Lord have mercy.
[BOTH INHALE DEEPLY THEN YUSEF YELLS]
Kill them!
[ALARM BEEPING]
Ali!
Can we get this thing to the surface?
It took on too much water, and the power's out.
Our only hope is a free ascent.
We're not gonna be able to open that hatch
till the sub fills with water and the pressure equalizes.
We gotta flood it.
[HISSING]
Right before we open the hatch, take in as much air as you can
and then scream all the way to the surface.
- Doesn't sound very manly. - If you don't,
the air will expand and your lungs will explode.
[CHUCKLING]
Let's go. Move.
Yes, I understand the threat, admiral,
but I have two agents aboard that vessel
and I'm just asking you to try to disable it
as opposed to sinking it.
ADMIRAL [OVER PHONE]: Sir, I understand your request, but...
Yes, sir.
[ADMIRAL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE]
I understand, sir.
CAPTAIN [OVER RADIO]: All stations, we are weapons release on my mark.
In three,
two, one.
Torpedo away.
Deeks!
CAPTAIN: Com Third Fleet, this is Talon Five-Five.
Sub track Whiskey One Tango Zero engaged and destroyed.
Oh, my God.
[BOTH GASPING]
Heh. Still thinking about getting that boat?
You think that's funny, huh?
- It's pretty funny. - Remember to grab your car keys?
Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Looks like we're swimming home and walking home.
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
Maybe not.
- Hey! - Hey!
CALLEN: Hey! SAM: Hey!
PILOT: We got survivors in the water. - Sam, Callen.
We got them. I can see them.
ERIC [OVER RADIO]: Come again, Kensi?
Callen and Sam are alive. I repeat, Callen and Sam are alive.
They're in the water.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
GRANGER: Thanks.
So you're not going to the boatshed?
I sent Nell.
So, what should I tell Washington
when they call to find out where you are?
I've always been partial to the truth.
You know, I'm not sure they know what that is,
or even care anymore.
Do you ever feel
you're getting too old for this?
Yeah.
Every damn day.
Looks like you might have ruptured an eardrum.
What?
You're both lucky you weren't killed by the concussion.
- Damn lucky. TALIA: I just came by, you guys,
to make sure you're okay. Glad you're doing well.
Yeah, we do this sort of thing all the time.
TALIA: Heh-heh. - God, don't tell me that.
Oh, never fear, Dr. Deeks is here.
Nerd Herd, you want to grab some, uh, pint glasses over there?
All right.
So, uh, how are my little mermaids?
Okay, on that note, I should get going.
But, um, guys, thank you for everything.
It was a pleasure working with you.
- And you. So good to meet you. - Yeah. Hey.
I'll give you a call, we'll get together.
- We'll, uh, talk about... Mm. Oh. - Oh, yeah. Heh.
[KENSI WHISPERING]
[LAUGHS]
- Okay. DEEKS: Heh-heh-heh.
What was that?
KENSI: Ah, don't worry about it.
- Deeks, what are you doing? - We got cervezas
- and we have, uh, dark rum. CALLEN: No.
DEEKS: Yeah. KENSI: Yes.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, we have
- Depth Charges. - You're ridiculous.
Give me one.
[ALL CHUCKLING]
- To, um... - Partners.
- Friends. - Friends.
Friends and partners.
Three, two, one.
- Go! - Oh, yeah.
[SAM COUGHS]
DEEKS: Oh, God, that is delicious. SAM: Damn.
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