♪ ♪
(phone chimes)
Text Michelle.
Text Michelle what?
Not you. I have a new dictation app.
It works like a charm.
(phone chimes) Text Michelle.
FEMALE VOICE: Sorry. I don't understand you.
Clearly.
(phone chimes) Text Michelle.
What do you want to say to Michelle?
Ah.
Plummer's coming at 2:00.
(phone chimes)
“Blubber's in the canoe.”
Wow, that works really well.
Do you want me to send it?
Yes. No.
Message sent.
Give me that.
(siren whoops)
Just what I wanted to avoid.
Not supposed to text and drive, Sam.
Need to obey the law once in a while.
Yeah.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(chuckling): Okay.
The hell?
That's FBI.
WOMAN: Agent Hanna!
Place both hands out of the window now.
What?
Now!
Open the car door with your right hand.
MAN: Agent Callen, remain in the car.
Keep your hands on the dash.
What's this about?
Step out of the vehicle.
Place both hands behind your head.
I'm an armed federal agent.
My badge is in my pocket.
My gun is on the small of my back.
Walk backwards towards me.
Stop right there.
What's this about?
On your knees.
Somebody want to tell me what the hell is going on?
Mr. Hanna,
I'm afraid we have to cooperate.
You're under arrest for murder.
♪ NCIS: LA 6x06 ♪ SEAL Hunter Original Air Date on November 3, 2014
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♪ ♪
What is that?
Durian.
King of fruit. So hot right now.
Since when is fruit hot?
Uh, since the Garden of Eden.
Then it was an apple, but fruit has evolved.
This one might be more evolved than you.
(mock laughs)
Açaí, goji, mangosteen...
But this is at another level completely.
This is a stimulant, a mood enhancer
and an aphrodisiac-- what?!-- all rolled into one.
And then I put it in my morning smoothie.
What's up?
I-I think you're gonna need a bigger knife.
HETTY: I understand, Madam Secretary,
but Sam Hanna is an agent of the highest order
and I have cooperated with you fully.
I need some answers.
Make haste, Madam Secretary.
Did she give you any indication what this was about?
No. And she's not going to, Agent Callen.
Agent Hanna's case
is running through DOJ.
We can't interfere in any way.
And FBI's not allowing visitors.
Sir, what's going on?
Sam was arrested. DEEKS: For what?
I'm not gonna just sit around and do nothing.
That's exactly what you're going to do.
You've been restricted from field duty.
Gonna need your badge.
I'll inform Michelle.
(whistles sharply)
Case on deck.
DEEKS: Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
What is he charged with? Murder.
What?
There is a case on deck.
Please report to Ops.
As ordered.
Lance Corporal Kevin Bronner.
Found dead in his office
at Bremerton Naval Base.
DEEKS: Bremerton? Wait, in Washington?
Why are we even looking into this?
Is that a murder weapon?
Because this looks like a suicide.
Hetty...
Ms. Jones...
Assistant Director Granger?
He's left the building.
He's making a right on Lincoln.
Activate isolation protocol.
Yes, ma'am.
Okay. Thank you.
Let's go.
Quickly.
Commencing shadow mode.
I always wanted to say that.
DEEKS: Wait. What's going on?
It's called protecting our assets.
Ops is now secure.
Let's get to work.
Here's what we know.
Sam has been arrested
for the murder of Leyla Walden, 46.
She was found dead three days ago
in her Van Nuys apartment.
Who is she? NELL: We've been running her name
through several databases.
So far, no connection to NCIS or Sam.
And we're still in the dark about what the FBI has.
NELL: She's been working at a real estate agency
for the past six months.
Before that, various jobs as a bookkeeper.
Okay, maybe she was helping Sam find a place.
Or doing his books.
Sam keeps his valuables in a fireproof safe under his floor.
He's not moving.
And he's not letting a stranger handle his finances.
Well, that's assuming she's a stranger. Right?
What are you saying?
Well, I'm saying there's gotta be a connection
and you can't possibly know all of Sam's friends.
You know all of Kensi's friends?
Yeah, 'cause I'm the only one.
Uh, thank you for that.
I know my partner.
Okay, so, then you probably know
where he was when this woman was murdered.
Now he needs an alibi, huh?
Dude, I'm not attacking his character.
I'm just saying we have to think like the FBI.
HETTY: Mr. Hanna
was working for us
on an old case that needed revisiting.
He was undercover with an alias.
There was no agent covering him.
So he has no alibi.
Exactly.
Start with the crime scene.
And you?
Me?
I'm confined to my desk.
Who knew that crime scene sanitation
had such snazzy outfits?
Maybe you should consider a career change.
(vacuum whirring) And this vacuum is awesome.
Hey, keep that thing away from me, Ghostbuster.
Just so you know, I'm not wearing
any clothes underneath here. Oh.
MAN: It's all yours.
Hey. Watch where you point that thing.
DEEKS: Sorry. KENSI: Thank you.
(vacuum whirring)
Ow! Deeks, stop.
No sign of forced entry.
Probably knew the attacker.
Let him in voluntarily.
You see any blood?
No. Oh...
No signs of a struggle, either.
I see quinoa and lentil.
Kidney beans.
Proteins.
Sounds like a vegetarian to me.
Oh!
Check it out, huh?
A durian.
So hot right now.
I got my finger on the pulse of hip fruit or what?
Hmm.
Wonder why a vegetarian has
a bowl full of mints from Canter's Deli.
I also have a calendar
from Canter's Deli.
That's a little odd.
A sandwich for every month?
Carnivore's dream.
So what is a vegan doing at the home
of the world's best pastrami sandwich?
That's a damn good question.
We need to see if Hanna's prints are at the crime scene.
I'm pushing the lab for the results.
Good.
Why don't you go ahead and leave it in park?
Who the hell are you?
This is Agent Callen,
Sam Hanna's partner.
You must be Assistant U.S. Attorney Sullivan.
Get out of the car.
Tell me everything you have on Hanna.
Do not make me pull out my gun.
Well, if you did that,
I'd just take it from you.
You're never gonna get my gun.
Look, I don't think you understand
the consequences of your actions.
You just arrested a federal agent
who's done more for this country than any man I know.
Now, answer my question.
Okay.
Okay, I'll make it easy for you.
Lab report.
Sam Hanna's DNA was found on the victim.
Type faster.
Callen, hacking is like sex.
You've got to get to know all the aspects of the server:
her secrets, her fears.
HETTY: If you believe that
hacking is like sex,
Mr. Beale,
then we need to have a very long talk.
Type faster.
Lab report said that DNA from skin cells
found at the scene matched Sam's.
ERIC: I'm in.
NELL: FBI's case report says a Navy watch cap
was found under Leyla's body
with Sam's DNA on it.
ERIC: What'd they match the DNA to?
The FBI shouldn't have access
to his armed forces DNA sample.
They might have obtained it illegally.
Either way, the sample could have been switched.
Compare the DNA to Sam's NCIS sample.
It says cause of death was a broken neck.
And the FBI pulled footage
from the apartment surveillance cameras.
Run it, please.
NELL: Here it comes.
Fast-forward to where he exits.
Uh-huh.
ERIC: It looks just like Sam.
NELL: No cap. He left it.
He's turning his face away to avoid the camera.
NELL: Once the suspect
left the building, FBI found
no trace of him on any cameras
in the surrounding area.
To escape and evade like that is...
Not easy.
To snap a neck like that...
Takes a pro.
Okay.
On the left is the DNA from the crime scene.
On the right is the sample that Sam gave Hetty.
It's a perfect match.
DEEKS: So you a corned beef or pastrami girl?
Uh... both, actually.
Lots of mayo.
No. No, see, that's blasphemous.
It's mustard, rye, that's it.
Why... why would...
I can't talk to you.
I don't even know who you are anymore.
Uh... it's a sandwich.
I can have it however I want.
DEEKS: No, it's a religious experience.
People think that being Jewish is about the Torah.
They're wrong. It's about the pastrami.
So you're an expert on Judaism now?
I've had some intimate Jewish relationships.
I've learned some things.
Yeah, 6,000 years of religion and you've learned what?
No mayo.
Mustard, rye, good pickle.
I know a good pickle.
I'm sure you do, honey. Two?
No, actually.
Federal agents.
I'm Agent Blye, and this is Detective...
Shapiro.
Detective Shapiro. I converted.
You recognize her?
I've seen her.
Was she with anybody?
Not that I remember.
You sure?
ERIC: Hey, guys.
Yeah, go for, uh... for Shapiro.
I'm sending you a still
from Canter's parking lot security cams.
Leyla was always there with a very formidable man.
Wow, and that is a formidable toupee.
Come on.
You can't forget a guy who lives with a cat on his head.
(sighs)
Edna, Bubbie.
Ray Turner.
I think he likes me.
He's a good guy.
Excuse me.
You get that, guys? Right this way.
NELL: Yeah, searching.
And... found him.
Okay, Ray Turner.
He's a former Navy SEAL whose self-made mission is
to track down and expose Navy SEAL imposters,
and catch it all on camera.
I've got contacts throughout the Navy SEAL community.
So, all you frauds, cheats, phonies, liars--
I'm coming for you.
And Turner was looking into Sam?
What does it matter?
Sam's the real deal.
Hmm, because of his NCIS cover,
a lot of Sam's records have been redacted.
Might have led Turner to think Sam was hiding something.
Where's Callen?
He's at Sam's arraignment.
DEEKS: You got an address for Ray Turner?
On your phones.
Thank you. Yep.
SULLIVAN: Susan's going to the kid's play tonight, so...
GORDON: Well, so you can stay late, and we can go over the case.
Yeah.
(gasps)
So sorry about that.
You have got to be kidding me.
Missed you at the arraignment today.
Oh, that's right.
There, uh...
there wasn't one.
The government couldn't find Agent Hanna.
Federal jail system's complicated.
Agent Hanna's just missing?
You must want to be arrested. For what?
Trying to augment my government salary
with a little honest work here at a fine restaurant?
On the other hand,
denying an American citizen of due process...
You are the lawyer,
but it sounds to me like that's breaking the law.
Calm down.
Agent Hanna isn't getting bailed out anyway.
He's a flight risk.
Sam Hanna's a flight risk?
Mmm.
Oh, I get it.
You lose him in the system long enough
to build a case against bail.
Well done.
Which lifer over at DOJ taught you that trick, huh?
Just because your partner is a federal agent,
doesn't mean he can get away with murder.
He did this.
A federal agent's a pretty big trophy.
Could be your O.J. case, huh?
GORDON: You have got five seconds
to get out of my face,
before I arrest you for interfering
with a federal investigation.
If you want to arrest me, you're gonna have to shoot me.
By the way, I, uh...
I recommend the lobster.
He took my gun.
Son of a bitch.
GRANGER: I already got this covered, Agent Callen.
What are you doing here?
Waiting for you to catch up.
Let's step outside.
Bring you up to speed on Agent Gordon.
So, the, uh, Canter's security tape showed a gray GMC truck.
I don't see it.
(doorbell rings)
Maybe he's not home.
Well, let's check out the back.
Wow.
That is a lot of MP5's up there.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I could have just picked the lock.
Yeah, and miss this opportunity to impress you?
You are part orangutan.
You're looking at my butt, aren't you?
Damn right, you're looking at my butt.
Actually, I was spotting you in case you fell,
but, for that, now I'm not.
That's all right.
Just looking at you, butt.
I don't blame her.
It's a good butt.
Uh... this guy's got a whole arsenal in here.
Kens?
Bubala?
All right, I'm going in.
Wow.
Little mousey took the cheese.
Put your weapon on the floor.
Okay.
I'm LAPD, working on a federal investigation.
I know who you are.
As far as I'm concerned, you're a thief breaking into my house,
which means I got the right to shoot you.
Okay, but if you shoot me in the back, that's murder.
Turn around.
Mmm. Why would I do that?
Hey, where are you going?
Cut it...
I'm not going anywhere. I'm just...
Quit moving. Don't shoot me in the back,
'cause that's murder. You don't want to do that.
What are you...
What in the world is wrong with you?
Well, that is the eternal question, isn't it?
If you know who I am, it's because Edna,
who has a crush on you, by the way, tipped you off.
She has a crush on me?
Did she say that?
Why else would she warn you?
Mutual distrust of the government.
KENSI: No, she's got a crush on you.
Put the gun on the floor.
Put it down.
Hands behind your back.
Nice and easy.
I know how to dissolve bodies with sodium hydroxide.
I could have shot you in the back, and nobody'd ever know.
Wow, Ray.
You just became a person of interest.
Yeah, we should probably go talk about that.
(knuckles cracking)
Could you...?
Could you stop, please?
Gets the oxygen flowing.
Adequate oxygen delivery is crucial
in a confinement scenario.
You think this is confinement?
A ventilated room with a salty sea breeze.
What, do you want a bunker? Huh?
Maybe a dungeon?
I'll take whatever you throw at me.
I'd just like to have a chat.
I'd rather bury myself alive.
Seems a little excessive.
I don't talk to people I don't trust.
And I don't trust anyone in law enforcement.
Nothing personal.
You're a Navy SEAL.
We are the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
Kind of puts us on your side.
Yet you took me against my will from my place of residence.
It's more like a fortress.
Who do you think is coming for you?
You got a lot of enemies, Turner?
I mean, those frauds that you out on your Web site,
they can't take that lightly.
I'm not worried about those guys.
If those idiots have one thing in common, it's--
they're all a bunch of cowards.
Then why go after them at all?
Because they're fakes.
Wannabes that aren't qualified
to shine the shoes of an authentic SEAL.
Who sabotaged our enemies in 'Nam?
SEALs.
Who was the first into Baghdad?
SEALs.
Who killed Osama bin Laden?
Otters?
Majority of SEAL missions are covert.
Highly classified.
No one knows about them.
The real deal doesn't do it for praise or recognition.
Mm-hmm, they do it for the ladies.
Speaking of the ladies, how do you know, uh, Leyla?
Never seen her before.
Really?
That's interesting.
Then, uh...
how do you explain... this?
Must be someone else.
Come on.
We know you were meeting her every Tuesday
for the last six weeks.
Edna tell you that?
Oh, she might be a little jealous.
Of Leyla?
Mmm.
Really?
Oh, you're good.
Very convincing.
But no dice.
I'm prepared to stay here all night.
Kind of sounds like you want to.
Endured 36 hours of waterboarding.
36 hours?
Now who's embellishing?
Self-induced.
Okay.
Leyla's dead.
Did we mention that?
Murdered.
Now you want to tell us why you met with her?
(knocking on the door)
Who is it?
CALLEN: Housekeeping.
Ugh, this guy doesn't give up.
I know who you're with in there.
Ugh! Damn it.
Would you like me to break down the door,
or you want to just let me in?
We got to get out of here. Okay.
Okay, here I come.
Damn, where's the car?
My shoe. Forget it.
Wonder how the wife's gonna feel about this.
Or, better yet, the director of the Bureau.
Federal prosecutor in bed with one of his agents.
Literally.
Do you think he did it?
I don't know.
Guy's a kook.
Till we know why he met with Leyla,
we don't have a...
Granger. I was gonna say motive...
Give it a rest.
I made my public declaration.
So, this was all for show?
Yeah, it's called...
Protecting your assets.
Sam. They bailed you out.
It's amazing how fast it happened
once they were motivated.
Turner still not talking?
DEEKS: He's a durian.
And, by that, he means prickly, self-protective
and hard to crack.
I'll have a go at him.
Let's do it.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Better I talk to him, SEAL to SEAL.
Okay.
Sam Hanna, NCIS,
Navy SEAL.
Nice.
Did you get that on eBay?
Look, I know Don Shipley.
He does what you do-- outs fake SEALs,
but I never heard of you.
I never heard of you.
Let's just assume we're on the same side.
I'm a fellow SEAL,
and this morning I was arrested for a crime I didn't commit.
Join the club.
For the murder of a woman I've never met.
Leyla.
And yet, DNA evidence
puts me at her apartment, a place I've never been.
Why you telling me this?
Because I can tell you respect honesty.
You knew Leyla.
You're the only one who can speak on her behalf.
I got to talk to some of my contacts,
make sure you check out.
I understand.
You're free to go.
Let's follow him.
See where he goes.
You think that's his boat?
Let's find out.
It's his.
SEALs always say, “The only easy day was yesterday.”
(cell phone ringing)
It's a video call from Turner.
(laughs)
I knew you were trailing me the whole time.
Well, you're a slippery SEAL, huh?
You could've walked around.
Where's the fun in that?
That toupee act as a flotation device for you?
It's not a toupee.
Why does everybody always say that?
I just have thick hair.
Ooh, boy.
(indistinct chatter)
CALLEN: What do you think he's telling her?
He didn't trust us. He's not gonna trust the FBI.
Found the trigger.
Cell phone.
So it was close.
Close enough to think that Turner was still on the boat.
Thanks, Salazar.
They could've been anywhere around here.
Sorry about before.
I made some calls.
Gonna pull back the curtain,
let you work with me on this.
Work with you? Mm-hmm?
Sam checks out now?
Oh, more than checks out.
Word out of Dam Neck
is Sam Hanna is who SEALs want to be
when they grow up.
See? Always liked this guy.
Now, let's start with...
Yeah, whoa. One second.
Is he all right?
Oh...
Yeah.
Not with the top secret stuff.
Of course.
So, why were you meeting with Leyla?
Oh, Leyla's just the tip of the iceberg, my friend.
I was looking into a guy named Jeremy North.
Former SEAL, owns a fancy self-defense school.
He was about to get
into private security big-time.
Only he's not a real SEAL.
You've got potential.
Leyla was his bookkeeper.
That's why I was meeting wither.
We don't have any record of him working with Leyla.
She worked off the books.
She knew everything about North.
So, North killed her?
Yeah. North had raised seven million bucks
to start his own little Blackwater company.
He was about to lose the whole thing.
Not to mention go to prison.
Eric, can you...?
Look into Jeremy North?
Already on it.
So, let me get this straight.
North killed Leyla because she was
about to out him as a fake Navy SEAL?
Mm-hmm.
It's the same thing
he was about to do to you.
Fellas...
a lot of people fear me.
ERIC: Guys?
CALLEN: What is it?
You need to see this.
You're not gonna believe it.
You're a lucky man, Agent Hanna.
Most people never come face-to-face
with their doppelganger.
Meet Jeremy North, also known as...
Lee Stevens.
You know him?
He was a Marine when I was an instructor down in Coronado.
The other instructors used to make fun of us
because we looked so much alike.
That was a long time ago.
You haven't seen him since?
Sam?
Agent Hanna?
No.
No, I haven't seen him.
ERIC: Stevens, aka North,
has a dishonorable discharge,
a criminal record for fraud
and identity theft.
His partners at the school
are also claiming to be ex-FBI, ex-CIA.
They tried to get cash
from an escrow account this morning, but...
the bank denied it.
They couldn't kill Turner.
Now they're on the run.
Mm-hmm.
They need cash.
NELL: We also have an address for the school and an office
under Stevens's real name.
They're not at the school.
We should hit the office.
It's our best shot.
Let's not waste time.
I'm not telling anybody how to do their job.
Yes. You are.
Just a little bit.
I can help you out with that.
Change your life.
I'm good.
We'll take the office.
Kensi, Deeks, check the school.
On it.
Agent Callen?
So, this is personal now.
You need to watch your partner.
Sam is not gonna...
For his sake.
(door closes)
Wow, Stevens is doing all right for himself, huh?
Yeah, a place like this costs a lot of dough.
Pamphlet.
WOMAN: Hey!
You guys here for Self-Defense 101? KENSI: Yes!
I am. I'm not.
I'm actually for the Navy SEAL hand-to-hand combat class.
Oh! Navy Seal hand-to-hand.
Well, you know, that's a pretty advanced course.
Well, you know, I've got some experience.
I'd like to see you in action.
Uh...
Yeah, no, Jeremy North--
uh, he's a real former Navy SEAL?
Oh, yeah, he's the real deal.
He's not here today, but you'll meet him.
Great.
All right. Why don't I get
your paperwork together for you?
You can, uh, fill it out while you watch the class.
And you...
I'll come back for you.
Show you around.
All right.
KENSI: Perfect. Thank you.
DEEKS: Show me a... round.
Look at that cougar on the hunt there.
And you are a chew toy.
Mm-hmm. I'm feeling pretty naked and vulnerable.
It's for the case.
Uh, okay, I'll find out what I can.
But I'm definitely not gonna...
This is for Sam. You're gonna do
whatever you have to do to get the information.
Oh, you think I'm that easy? Uh... mmm.
Don't answer that. No.
Here's your paperwork.
KENSI: Thank you. Perfect.
So, you guys together?
Cousins. Yes.
Actually we're cousins. From Kentucky.
See, we came together. We...
But we're cousins. Actually, you know what?
We're close. He-he's single.
No... Really single.
Yup. So sad. Have fun, cuz.
Hi.
Hi. I'm Heidi. Hi.
Heidi! Yeah!
How you doing? Good. You?
Good. Things are well.
Great. Well, why don't I show you around?
You know, that SEALs class can get pretty rough.
Oh, you make it sound scary.
(laughs) Some people like it rough.
Oh! This is happening.
Uh...
Hey, G and I will go check it out.
You stay in the car, stand watch.
Got it.
Look, I know this might get hairy.
So, if something happens,
I just want to say
we make a great team.
Right back at you.
All right.
(high-pitched whirring)
Federal agents!
Put your hands on your head! Don't move.
Show us your hands!
(grunts)
That's one of Stevens's guys.
He's destroying evidence.
Two to go.
Plus Stevens.
Blank California driver's licenses.
Blank passports.
U.S. and Canada.
It's an identity-theft factory.
Which is gonna make their getaway very easy.
Whoa!
I knew this guy was an imposter.
I had no idea it went this far.
Well, we know where he gets his information
for all those blank I.D.'s
“Timothy Reed, 2003.
Hugh Graham, 2004.”
“Sam Hanna, 2002.”
I still remember when this disappeared from my locker.
This guy's been collecting identities for years.
So, why not DNA?
Much more valuable.
He knew how much you looked like him.
So, he stole your watch cap.
As a “get out of jail free” card.
I got to hand it to this guy.
He knows how to plan ahead.
All right, let me show you where we keep the Muscle Milk.
(laughs)
(purrs)
Oh... hmm.
Oh!
(grunting)
This part of the VIP tour?
Hi. That's happening.
Uh, maybe we should...
maybe we should just...
maybe we should talk for a second.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, let's talk, Detective.
Sorry, what?
You don't remember me?
'Cause I sure remember you.
Few years ago.
Drug bust.
I was a working girl back then.
Huh.
Did I arrest you?
Nah.
You told me I was too good to be doing this.
Gave me 50 bucks.
Whew.
Always a charmer.
Well, you were right.
And look at me now. I'm working a legit job.
Yeah, about that, um...
Are you and Jeremy close?
That's why you're here?
His real name is Lee Stevens.
He's a con man wanted for murder.
Oh.
Yeah.
(clears throat)
(laughs)
I knew this was too good to be true.
He wanted me
to do marketing for his new security company.
Thought I finally got lucky.
I'm sorry.
Have, uh... have you talked to him today?
Yeah, he... he called this morning.
He wanted me to bring him 50 grand from the safe.
I told him I didn't want to carry that kind of cash around,
he should come get it himself.
You still got that number in your phone?
Yeah.
But it wasn't his cell.
It was a different number.
Um...
Here it is.
Want to help us catch him?
All you gotta do is call him.
Tell him you'll bring the money.
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay...
Kensi, you got eyes on any of Stevens's men?
No, not yet.
Give him a call, Heidi.
(line ringing)
Hey. Hey, I'm here.
STEVENS: You alone?
Yeah, why? What's going on?
STEVENS: There's a red laser on your chest.
Don't move in. He'll kill her.
Copy that.
CALLEN: I've got one of Stevens' men
by the fountain. Black baseball cap.
Guys, it looks like the laser's coming
from the second floor of the Civic Center.
What the hell are you doing?
STEVENS: You see David walking towards you?
Yeah.
Yeah, we got him.
STEVENS: Just give him the bag
and don't move until I tell you, baby.
Just do what he says, Heidi.
I stick my neck out for you
and this is what you do to me?
STEVENS: Stay right where you are.
Don't move in till he takes that laser off her.
SAM: He's not gonna take it off until his guy's clear.
He's getting into his car. We're going to lose him.
He's about to pull out.
I'm not letting them get away.
Sam.
Sam, don't.
Take 'em now! (gunshot)
(Sam grunts, Heidi screams)
Sam!
(bystanders screaming)
Federal agents!
Hands where we can see 'em!
CALLEN: Sam, you okay?
Sam?
I'm going for the shooter.
(grunts)
Federal agent.
You're under arrest.
♪ ♪
Federal agent, Lee.
Long time, no see.
Sam Hanna.
You big and bad with your badge now, huh?
My badge?
You want to give all the credit to my badge?
You killed an innocent woman.
Framed me.
Used my name,
used my reputation.
You tried to send me to jail.
What you doing?
Let's have at it.
Come on, Navy SEAL.
Let's see what you got.
No guns.
No badge.
Me and you.
(choking)
That was luck.
I don't want to beat you too fast.
Come on, SEAL.
Let's go at it again.
See what you got.
I didn't even have to make a fist.
What's wrong? You scared?
Let me help you out. Let me help you out.
Come on, take it.
Take it.
Gotta have a deadly weapon
so I can beat you to death.
Lee...
when I stop playing with you,
things are gonna get brutal.
It's your last shot.
Come on, tough guy.
(sobs)
Ready for your beating?
Or you want some more humiliation?
Come on, Sam.
Come on. Come on what?
You're a Navy SEAL, right?
Come on, man, I never said that.
Oh, you're lying to me.
You just made your beating worse.
(crying): I'm so...
Are you crying?
(sobbing)
Is this a Navy SEAL crying?
I'm not a SEAL, man.
I'm sorry.
Please, don't hurt me.
Don't...
SAM: Tell me that again.
I'm not a SEAL, man. I'm sorry.
He crying?
Can you believe it?
You have the right to remain silent.
(sobbing): I'm sorry, man.
Lee, I can't read you your rights
if you don't stop crying.
Stop it.
I'm serious.
(sobbing)
I'm really going to hurt you.
Don't hurt me.
Put your hands behind your back.
Lay down.
Lay down!
(Stevens sobbing)
I'm sorry! I'm not a SEAL.
TURNER: They're all the same in the end.
Pathetic.
Can't take all the credit on this.
I had solid backup,
covert operatives.
Backup? That's what he's calling us?
When we're the ones... Let him have it, G.
We all know who the real hero is, anyway.
You mean that rug rat on the top of his head?
KENSI: Guys, think that's made of real mink?
GRANGER: Well, I hope it had its shots.
(chuckles) SAM: Think he lets it run
on a hamster wheel at night?
Wonder what he feeds it.
HETTY: I once had an entire family of them
living under my house.
(loud crack) Oh!
Eureka! Oh, I got it.
Now I got it.
What's that smell?
(gags)
Deeks, what the hell is that? Like sour milk...
Heard of pineapple. That smells like behind-apple.
This is probably why it's banned in some countries.
I'm... I'm out.
Yeah, me, too.
Granger...
want to join us for a drink?
Definitely.
HETTY: Mr. Deeks, get rid
of that repulsive, smelly thing
or this building really will need to be condemned.
To the burn room, Mr. Deeks.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man