NCIS: Los Angeles

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We were supposed to meet. Go for a run before work.

Special Agent G. Callen:
We were supposed to meet at Patrick's Roadhouse for breakfast.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
If we try, we can still get a few miles in.

Special Agent G. Callen:
No way. I just had Pigs-in-Blankets, and waffles. Little bit full.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You're full of something. And it ain't waffles.

Marty Deeks:
[Quietly] Don't stop. Keep telling me. Get mad, act like we're breaking up. Get angry. Ready to go?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Are you for real?

Marty Deeks:
Partner. [Kensi walks away. Loudly] Oh come on, Sunshine. Wait!

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Stay away from me. It's over! I can't do this any more!

Marty Deeks:
Listen. I - I'm sorry, all right? I know that it's tough when I'm on the road all the time - with the band.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I don't care about that! You - you cheated on me - with my brother!

Nurse:
Guess who's here to see you, Mr. Cole.

Branston Cole:
J. Edgar Hoover?

Nurse:
[to Hetty] We don't usually get to see you during the week, Mrs. Cole.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I thought I'd surprise my husband.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[after narrowly escaping some guard dogs] How are those waffles feeling now?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Ha ha. You know what's really funny? Your car's still in there.

Marty Deeks:
You know there is a bright side to this. If these guys are interrogating Sander Lee, it suggests they're still looking for something.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
He's right. Maybe they didn't find Sebastian Renner's little black book.

Marty Deeks:
Then again, they are Germans. They could just be getting their kink on.

Eric Beale:
I'm half German.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I can see that.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
So why would Hetty tell us this book is a list of arms dealers?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Entering] Because the actual specifics of the book are way beyond all of our pay grades, Ms. Blye.

Marty Deeks:
Why did the Germans whack him now?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ah. One never knows with the Germans.

Marty Deeks:
[Deeks scoffs] Right.

Eric Beale:
Come on guys! I'm right here!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Apologies, her Beale.

Eric Beale:
Danke.

Agent Hyams:
[Entering with weapons drawn] Federal agents! Don't move!

Marty Deeks:
L.A.P.D.

Agent Hyams:
N.S.A.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
N.C.I.S.

Marty Deeks:
M-O-U-S-E.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Deeks, I got a hunch they're foreign operatives, okay?

Marty Deeks:
A hunch? You don't kick a guy in his junk on a hunch. Geez! Sometimes I don't even know you. Who does that?

Branston Cole:
You want my help? So be it. We make a trade. I tell you what you need to know. But in exchange, Sylvia finishes what she started.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Sylvia?

Branston Cole:
Vicious pixie owes me that much.

Marty Deeks:
Just uh, don't let Kensi interrogate them.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Why's that?

Marty Deeks:
Cause the guy on the right, she kicked him right in the Nom de plumes.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
No.

Marty Deeks:
Guy didn't have his weapon out.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Really?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I...

Marty Deeks:
Right in the cul de sac. Kicked him so hard gave me a stomach ache.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
So what? It would have been better if I pistol whpped him in his face?

Marty Deeks, Special Agent G. Callen, Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Yes!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Taking a life in the line of duty is one thing. Hell, I've already shot him.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Twice.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm not a murderer, Mr. Callen. But I may be a hypocrite. Cole's fate is in the hands of someone *far* greater that I.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I didn't think there was such a person.

Matthias:
[to Hetty] Herta, I could kiss you right now. If I wasn't afraid that you would gouge out both my eyes, and bite through my windpipe if I got close enough. The fact that you are so damned defiant, especially knowing what I'm capable of. You are truly the last of a dying breed.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I guess that's the difference between us, Mattias. Despite my best efforts to keep these ones at arms length, I'm not in this alone.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
If you must know, I'm going to see Bastion Cole.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Which means what exactly?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm not certain myself. But it's something I have to do alone this time. And I'm confident that you'll respect my wishes to do so. Good night... Mr. Callen.

Marty Deeks:
Just uh, don't let Kensi interrogate them.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Why's that?

Marty Deeks:
Cause the guy on the right, she kicked him right in the Nom de plumes.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
No.

Marty Deeks:
Guy didn't have his weapon out.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Really?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I...

Marty Deeks:
Right in the cul de sac. Kicked him so hard gave me a stomach ache.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
So what? It would have been better if I pistol whpped him in his face?

Marty Deeks:
You don't kick a guy in his junk on a hunch.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Realizing Hetty's not in Ops] Are you punking us? Because you better not be!

Eric Beale:
No sir. I would not be!

Special Agent Mike Renko:
Then where is she?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[On the speaker phone] I'm everywhere Mr. Renko. Or have you been on assignments so long you've forgotten?

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Hitting the phone's mute button] Does anybody else think this is weird?

Eric Beale:
Oh yeah. We all think it's weird.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Just checking. [Callen takes the phone off mute]

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I heard that Mr. Callen.

Eric Beale:
How?

Special Agent Mike Renko:
We were hoping to lock these guys down before they did something *really* crazy.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Like arming themselves with Dragon Missiles?

Special Agent G. Callen:
I think maybe they just have.

Leon Vance:
Thsi isn't a witchhunt, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh, I recall same thing was said to my predacessor, before she disappeared. Last I heard of Macy, she was working out of a Quonset hunt in Djibouti.

Nate Getz:
[as Kensi is interrogating a suspect] Should she be allowed in there with him? I mean, he's *huge*.

Special Agent Mike Renko:
Riley's bigger and stronger, but she's meaner.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[after the interogation] He's lying. He's stonewalling. And he's messing with me.

Special Agent Mike Renko:
Sounds like you on a second date.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Nothing you have to worry about.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
This is a crockpot cockamamie operation! I leave for a few hours and you all turn into lunatics. These militia groups are far more paranoid than you can possibly appreciate. Now this is what I want you to do - [Dialtone]

Operator:
If you'd like to make a call please hang up and try again.

Eric Beale:
It wasn't me!

Special Agent G. Callen:
You gotta be kidding me. I'm being shot at by a Jonas brother... And I think I'm about to meet the rest of the family.

Leon Vance:
I'll take care of it, Hetty. I promise.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Some promises, you *can't* keep, Leon.

Special Agent Dominic Vaile:
[the phone rings] Uh, incoming. It's Hetty.

Eric Beale:
[Putting the call on speaker] Hetty, it's all of us. Please don't yell.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm not yelling. What don't I know?

Special Agent G. Callen:
You think we can make a run for it?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
No.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Want to try it anyways?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Nice job... Special Agent Hannah.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Ahh. You said it. You feel better?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Nah. Cheapens the work.

Nate Getz:
Maybe Hetty was right.

Eric Beale:
Hetty is always right.

'G' Callen:
[as Hanna and Blye are sparring] Circle to his outside.

Sam Hanna:
I thought we were partners.

'G' Callen:
[Chuckling] We are, but I'm having second thoughts.

'G' Callen:
Well, you're welcome to challenge Captain Blye anytime you want. She just bested Sam ten to three.

Marty Deeks:
Really? Did you go easy on her?

Sam Hanna:
No.

Marty Deeks:
Really?

Sam Hanna:
No.

Marty Deeks:
Kensi with a knife? [Kensi shocks Deeks]

Kensi Blye:
I hotwired a Cessna once.

Marty Deeks:
Why? Seriously, why would you need to hotwire a airplane?

Nurse Lisa:
All of our meals are catered by the Beverly Hills Culinary Institute. They developed a very special liquid diet for us.

Marty Deeks:
Kiki here loves a liquid diet. Don't you

[Kensi hits Deeks]

Sam Hanna:
Unit number?

Eric Beale:
Not yet but - Oh come on! There's like ten people in the country who could have done this.

'G' Callen:
Ten huh?

Sam Hanna:
Can you get us their names? Maybe one of them could get us the unit number.

Eric Beale:
You know, that hurts.

Sam Hanna:
Any luck with Jillian?

Kensi Blye:
Yeah. Yeah, I found her. He lost her.

Marty Deeks:
Don't want to talk about it.

Kensi Blye:
He left a trail of angry *violated* women in Malibu. Gloria Allred might be calling just so you know.

Marty Deeks:
Okay, that was a gross exaggeration - peppered.

'G' Callen:
I like the open floor plan. You know where everything's at.

Sam Hanna:
YOu know where everything's at because all you own is a sleeping bag and a toothbrush.

'G' Callen:
And I got a roof over my head. What more do I need?

Sam Hanna:
A *sweet* plasma for one. Microwave, bookshelves.

'G' Callen:
Then I gotta get books... That's how it starts. First you buy paperbacks, fridge, a bed. Just kind of snowballs on you.

Eric Beale:
Difference of methodologies at the moment. I'm of the "Let's run it through our code decryption programs" camp. And she's...

Nell Jones:
Of the "Let's not limit ourselves to assuming it's a code" camp.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Both viewpoints are valid. Perhaps you should divide and conquer. See where you end up. [Hetty leaves]

Nell Jones:
You divide and uh, I'll conquer.

'G' Callen:
[Sam's going to question Jillian] You sure you don't want me to go? You can be a little intimidating.

Sam Hanna:
I have more in common with her than you, or Kensi.

Sam Hanna:
[In Interrogation] Hey, I have kids too. I understand. You just want to protect them.

Marty Deeks:
[Watching] Kids? Plural? You knew this?

'G' Callen:
Yep.

Kensi Blye:
So what's the story? [Callen walks away] What's the story? [Callen continues to ignore her] That's it?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[to Eric and Nell] Huh. Just think of how much soon you might have figured this out if you'd actually been working together.

Marty Deeks:
Callen? Come on, man. Chicks really dig the James Bond look.

'G' Callen:
Well, I don't think a little male bonding would hurt anyone. Sam?

Sam Hanna:
Hmph. Somebody's gotta keep you two fools out of trouble.

Marty Deeks:
This is what I'm talking about. Because this is going to be awesome! I know the perfect spot too. We are going to make out like bandits! [Hetty appears] Ooo.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Gentlemen. Going somewhere?

'G' Callen:
Just going to grab a little celebratory cocktail on a job well done.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Not in my tuxedos you're not.

Sam Hanna:
We'll only be a few hours, Hetty. We won't get into any fights or anything.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
March!

Marty Deeks:
Now I know how Cinderella felt with her evil stepmother.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I heard that, Mr. Deeks.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Move it, Mr. Callen.

'G' Callen:
I've got more body mass to move than you.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You've got a lot more excuses too.

Kensi Blye:
[to Hetty] Director Vance is on the phone for you.

'G' Callen:
You leave the wall, you forfeit.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Tell the Director, that uh, he needs to wait the extra 30 seconds for Mr. Callen to fall.

Kensi Blye:
Can you shut down his server?

Eric Beale:
His server, his cell service, his electricity. You name it.

Marty Deeks:
Can you get me free cable? [Everyone stares at Deeks] No, because that would be piracy.

'G' Callen:
Are you saying I don't have any rhythm? Don't make me break out my Running Man on you.

Sam Hanna:
Last time you unleashed your Running Man, people thought you were having seizures.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I just got off the phone with Director Vance. He's on his way to brief Sec Nav. Who in turn has an appointment with the President. You know what that means, don't you?

'G' Callen:
Heads are going to roll.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Its the other end of one's anatomy that I'm worried about. The ass chewing gets worse on the way back down the ladder.

'G' Callen:
What does that mean? You're next?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
No. Because you're going to resolve this before that happens.

'G' Callen:
I will do my best to protect your ass... sets.

FBI Agent Landon Frisbee:
You're making a big mistake.

'G' Callen:
That's actually my line.

FBI Agent Landon Frisbee:
You prepared to shoot three FBI Agents in broad daylight?...

[Starts to go for his ID]

FBI Agent Landon Frisbee:
May I?

'G' Callen:
Left hand.

[Landon realizes he doesn't have his wallet. Callen pulls out Landon's Id]

'G' Callen:
You looking for this?

Marty Deeks:
Oh buddy. That badge better be real or my partner's going to kick you in the FBI balls.

FBI Agent Landon Frisbee:
We've been working this case for months.

'G' Callen:
It is clearly time for us to take over.

Kensi Blye:
You wouldn't have even known there was a leak if Naval Intelligence hadn't discovered it.

FBI Agent:
Isn't that an oxymoron?

Kensi Blye:
No. But there is a moron in all this - several, in fact.

FBI Agent:
Hetty? As in Henrietta Lange?

Kensi Blye:
You know her?

FBI Agent Landon Frisbee:
We've heard stories.

FBI Agent Duane Lausten:
Sounds like a whole lot of urban legend if you ask me.

Marty Deeks:
Au contrare, mon frer. She's real. And you do not want that little chupacabra surveilling your asses.

Sam Hanna:
You guys waited too long to move, and when you did, it was too late. Now you want to save face by doing it all on your own.

FBI Agent Landon Frisbee:
We will win this. You know that.

Sam Hanna:
I'll tell Hetty to expect your call.

Petty Officer Matt Driscoll:
Is that what you think, I'm a coward?

Sam Hanna:
Are you?

Petty Officer Matt Driscoll:
Every rotation I volunteer. I always get knocked back. Same reason everytime. Too valuable... We who stay behind serve as well. You know they give a medal for that. That's me. Too valuable. Too good at what I do.

Petty Officer Matt Driscoll:
[Last words] Names... not numbers.

Sam Hanna:
[to Frisbee] It's too late. Next time you entrap someone, be prepared for the consequences.

'G' Callen:
Driscoll wasn't accessing confidential information to steal secrets. He was compiling a list of soldiers killed on Classified missions... Names, not serial numbers.

Sam Hanna:
[Hetty's challenge Callen to another climbing match] Where's your fighting spirit, G?

'G' Callen:
Sam, it's Hetty.

Sam Hanna:
...Yeah. You're screwed.

G. Callen:
It's comparing apples and oranges.

Sam Hanna:
Lethal injection or firing squad.

Kensi Blye:
Not really fair to either of them.

Marty Deeks:
I'm just saying comparison begs to be made.

G. Callen:
Hetty or Hunter?

Marty Deeks:
Pick your poison.

Lauren Hunter:
Your hostility towards me is affecting the team.

G. Callen:
No it's not. The team is doing just fine. Whatever hostility I have is not about them. It's about you. I can't trust anybody who witholds information about my past - my life.

Lauren Hunter:
And yet you trust Hetty?

Marty Deeks:
All right you ready for the Marty Deeks crash course?

Sam Hanna:
Can you teach it from the hospital?

Marty Deeks:
Okay.

G. Callen:
Don't be afraid to take the lead. Assert your authority. Let him know you're comfortable being in charge.

Marty Deeks:
Really?

G. Callen:
It's really the only way to earn his respect.

Marty Deeks:
Okay, that's my face you just stepped on. Please do something stupid so my partner can shoot you.

Sam Hanna:
Why'd you run?

Charles Redman:
Bomb. [the shack explodes]

Marty Deeks:
Took you down, didn't I?

Charles Redman:
Yeah, I was impressed. No one's ever beat up the soles of my shoes with his face like that.

Kensi Blye:
But how much do we *really* know about each other? We've always had Sam or Deeks act as social buffers. And I know you don't like to open up to anyone, but still...

G. Callen:
You don't exactly open up to anyone either.

Kensi Blye:
Yeah, but I'm willing to try for the good of this partnership.

G. Callen:
Okay.

Kensi Blye:
Okay.

G. Callen:
I'm listening.

Kensi Blye:
Heh. [Long pause] Just stick to the case.

Marty Deeks:
What's your distress word?

Sam Hanna:
Deeks.

Marty Deeks:
Good luck using that in a sentence.

Marty Deeks:
Backup for the backup. That's fantastic. Do we have a plan here?

Lauren Hunter:
Hold until Sam has located all four devices, and disabled them. Then move in.

Marty Deeks:
Simple plan. What could go wrong?

Nell Jones:
Plenty.

Calvin Winslow:
When you don't know who to trust...

G. Callen:
Trust no one.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You asked me why I went off on my own to face the Comescus. I did it... because of your mother.

G. Callen:
You knew my mom?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Sit down. I'll tell you everything I know.

G. Callen:
Why now?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Because you're safe from the Comescus now. And because I can't hold on to these secrets any longer. Please Mr. Callen. [Callen sits down] Where do I begin?

G. Callen:
What was her name?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Clara... Her name was Clara.

G. Callen:
And there's a third body. Nell, please read the C.I.A. report - verbatim.

Nell Jones:
"At approximately 1730 the remains of a black male approximately 40 years of age were found in a field 20 kilometers outside of Khartoum. The body was badly burned preventing immediate identification."

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The body is a match for Sam - in height and weight.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mr. Callen, it appears that Agent Salleh is right. There is a leak in the C.I.A.'s chain of command.

G. Callen:
I understand.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Callen leaves Ops. To Kensi and Deeks] Find that leak.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
That's Kaled's sister. Her name is Jade. She's been Agent Hanna's primary target to gather information. He has - uh, shall we say, cultivated a great trust with her over the past year.

G. Callen:
Why were you running?

Alex Elmslie:
Kaleed's begun hiring American security. I thought that's what you could be.

G. Callen:
How do you know I'm not?

Alex Elmslie:
I'm still breathing.

Jade:
If all we have is just this once to be together - now - here... then let us have it, Sam.

Kensi Blye:
And if we think it's him, we just let the C.I.A. do its own inquiry?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
We'll make those decisions at the appropriate time... But make no mistake Agent Blye, we'll protect our agents at all costs.

G. Callen:
There's a leak.

Sam Hanna:
If Khaleed knew about me, I'd be dead already.

G. Callen:
Doesn't mean it's not gonna happen.

Sam Hanna:
I'm staying in, G.

Kensi Blye:
[to Rand's assistant] Open the door... Open the door [Kensi starts drawing her weapon] before I blow it open!

Colin Rand:
[On the intercom] It's okay. Let them in.

Colin Rand:
You have no idea who you're dealing with.

Kensi Blye:
And neither do you. Agent Hanna's not just a coworker. He's a man who would die for us. And there's nothing we wouldn't do to keep him safe.

Colin Rand:
You don't get it do you? Vernon is the only agent besides me who had access to the names of the men on my task force. Ever try investigating you boss?

Eric Beale:
The hill didn't exist two years ago. It was a creek bed.

Nell Jones:
It's not a hill.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
It's a mass grave.

Sam Hanna:
It'll take years before another agent's in the position I'm in here.

G. Callen:
Which makes no difference if you're dead!

Marty Deeks:
Rand's dead. Gunshot wounds.

Eric Beale:
Are you sure he's dead?

Marty Deeks:
Eric, I'm looking right at the body.

Eric Beale:
Well,that's really weird.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Why?

Eric Beale:
Because there's another email being composed right this second from Rand to Khaleed's compound.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Crash that network *now*! Whatever you have to do. Bring it down. Do not let that get email get out!

Eric Beale:
It's part of the C.I.A.'s network. It's not going to be easy.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Deeks, Kensi, you have to get to Rand's computer *now*!

Jade:
But... you will be there as you promised?

Sam Hanna:
You'll never see me again.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You know, everyone in our line of work has this *regrettable* necessary choice: either be a hermit, or be a cover story.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Hetty, "cover story" is just a more dignified way of saying lie. I am lying to my friend.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Well, someitmes, it's better to just leave the lie in place. If a loved one really cares for you, the lie won't matter.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Are you speaking from experience, Hetty?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
It's amazing how much one can learn from field manuals, Mr. Callen.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Anyone hear from Nate?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Nope. Not a call. Not even an email.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[G looks at Hetty] We don't even know where he is.

Special Agent G. Callen:
So, Jon... throwing away 20 years of service to become a killer-for-hire. I'm curious.

Jon:
My pension didn't hold my interest.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Huh? My pension wasn't great either. But I got hobbies.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Craig is the only one we positively ID in Cyprus. Which means we can't arrest them til right before the hit goes down. Catch them red-handed while they're already on high alert. This is a dangerous op we're talking about. I know it's the only way, but it doesn't mean I gotta like it.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
What do you know about alarms?

Marty Deeks:
Enough. I did two years LAPD Robbery Division.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I did an urban counter surveillance course at Quantico. Graduated at the top of my course.

Marty Deeks:
I guess there's book smarts and then there's street smart.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I'll run point.

Emma Mastin:
Even if you stop *this* hit squad, he'll just send another one. There's one way to end this right now.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Who are you?

Emma Mastin:
Someone who willing to do anything to protect her family.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
That is no an answer.

Emma Mastin:
Let them come. Use me as bait.

Emma Mastin:
Because if Vekar did send these people, I need to send a message back to him.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
What message is that?

Emma Mastin:
It is not gonna be easy... Talk to your people. This is your best shot.

Man:
NCIS must be in *real* trouble if the Duchess of Deception is meeting me in person.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Almost as much trouble as you were in, in Cape Town.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Pardon my language, but how the Hell did this woman wind up a housewife in Sherman Oaks?

Man:
Typical Cinderlla story.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
If Cinderella was a Chechen assassin.

Marty Deeks:
If Emma's a former operative, then she's got situational awareness.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[Long pause] She knew what this was about from the very start. It's why she offered herself up. She's not a soft target. She just looks like one. That's why Vekar sent professionals to take her out.

Anthony DiNozzo:
[Upon being introduced to terrorist look-a-like, Mr Hung] Well, Hung [pauses to reflect on what he said] , you're in a lot of trouble.

Anthony DiNozzo:
[He and Deeks are pinned down behind some crates with Rio in between them] What is that thing you do?

Marty Deeks:
What?

Anthony DiNozzo:
With your hair. It's like a nervous tick or something.

Marty Deeks:
What are you talking about? I can't see. I got hair in my eyes.

Anthony DiNozzo:
Get a haircut.

Rio Syamsundin:
He's right. You should to go to Supercuts. You need to get some layers.

Anthony DiNozzo, Marty Deeks:
Shut up!

Special Agent G. Callen:
[to Sam as he's wielding a weapon] Do I have to remind you of the nunchaku incident?... You get hurt, you're driving yourself to the ER. All I'm saying.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Wushu is the Chinese Martial Art with 18 arms or weapons. I prefer the steel whip or the Meteor Hammer. But you have to stay in practice with all of the.

Special Agent G. Callen:
No doubt. You never know when a horde of murderous monguls are going to come galloping over Laurel Canyon.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[after Eric blows a whistle] You gave him a whistle?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh, do I look like I've gone daft? I'd sooner give a chainsaw to a spider monkey. At least I took his Segway away. I'll speak to Mr. Beal.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Sooner than later, okay? 'Cause the next time he toots that thing, he won't be using his lips.

Mr. Dobbs:
I was diagnosed with diabetes 6 months ago. I told him I didn't need a nursemaid... A man should never outlive his children.

James 'Junior' Dobbs:
I wasn't hiding. I was chillin'.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You're brother's dead. And your boys put about 30 rounds into your father's house this mornign... with me and my partner inside. And you were just chillin'?

James 'Junior' Dobbs:
See where I come from, you either a gang member or you a gang victim. And my brother... well, couldn't protect me when he was off fighting in the war.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You know I don't like people sneaking up on me, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I tread lightly. I don't sneak.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
The problem isn't Mo, Dom or James. It's the other 10 mill. You know what the leading cause of death for young black men in this country?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Homicide.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
That's right. Usually at the hands of another young man with a gun.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You can't take it upon yourself to save *all* of them.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
No. But at least I can save this one.

James 'Junior' Dobbs:
You can't protect me any better than my brother.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You're right. [Sam sits down] 'Cause sooner or later, we all end up on our own, with no one at our back. At that point, you have to decide which side you're on. Or whether you gonna run and fight. Now you choose to stick with Slide and his gang, you'll wind up dead like JJ. Try running from Slide and his crew, you'll probably end up dead too. 'Cause they gonna hunt you down like a dog. *But* if you stand and fight with us, I *promise* you, we will take these guys down. And you won't have to run or hide again.

James 'Junior' Dobbs:
What makes you think you can take Slide's gang down when the cops can't?

Special Agent G. Callen:
...We're not cops.

Nate Getz:
Look, I know you guys are gonna do it anyway. But I jsut want it on record that I think this Op has an unacceptable risk level. Too many dangerous risk variables, especially with this short of a set up. That said, I hope you kick some ass.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Do you want to be briefed on this?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I don't know. Do I?

Special Agent G. Callen:
I could run it by Director Vance if you prefer.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh Lord no! One of the reasons I'm here is to protect him as a designated fall guy. "I had no previous knowledge of the Operation, Mr. Secretary. That madwoman went off her rocker and acted autnomously.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You're the first line of defense?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Yeah. You gotta get by me first.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Watching Slide's gang drive off] If these guys mount a 50 cal on that thing, I'm gonna retire. Eric, they're on a humvee.

Eric Beal:
I'll try to stay on them with the traffic cams.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Alert LAPD and Highway Patrol. I don't want anyone pulling the humvee over.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Holding a bag of heroine from Afghanistan] We send our young men to slay the terrorist dragon. And what do we get back, but dragon we were sent to slay. It's hard to believe but it was a beautiful country once.

NCIS Assistant Director Owen Granger:
Is that a veiled threat, Agent Hanna?

Sam Hanna:
I don't do veiled.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Does this have anything to do with the assignment Hetty sent you on?

Nate Getz:
Doesn't everything we do eventually come back to Hetty?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Speaking of Deeks] One of these days, [Sam chuckles slightly] I'm gonna kill him.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Maybe he grows on you.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
So does ringworms.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[about Nate] Oh, his assignment, yes.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Which was where again exactly?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
He was in the People's Repulic of None of Your Damn Business!

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Callen chuckles] Is that where he learned how to shoot?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Actually, I gave him a few pointers.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Yo JJ. [JJ sees Callen] Don't run! [JJ runs. Sam clotheslines JJ] I clearly said "Don't run."

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
He did.

Jerry J.:
I think I broke my back.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
It's impossible. You'd have to have a spine.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Throw him in a tar pit.

Jerry J.:
YOu wouldn't do that.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I wouldn't. [Cut to Sam] He might. In fact, he would.

Nate Getz:
There are worse things than death for a Marine.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Clearly you need more time. [Hetty walks away]

Nate Getz:
Yes.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Hetty stops] Yes, you need more time?

Nate Getz:
No. Yes, I want to go back.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Long pause] That's not a decision to be made lightly. Have you told the others?

Nate Getz:
No. And I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything until I've had a chance to speak with them myself.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
My cover was never blown. I spent 7 months undercover working Memo Torres when he was still a cartel underling. Now he's the man. That means he's the fastes route to find those missing Marines. And the only person who can get to Torres right now, is in this box.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The man in this box has a price on his head.

Nate Getz:
This is my chance to make a real difference, and do my part over there. I just want to thank you for all the opportunities you've given me, all the things you've taught me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You're an important part of this team, and you always will be. [They hug] Take care of yourself. Trust your instincts, they've brought you this far. Keep your wits sharp, your heart open, and your gun loaded.

Nate Getz:
I will. Goodbye Hetty.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Used to know this guy named Shabba. He's got a food cart in Zernargar Park across from the tomb of 'Aboddahamankhan. The kabobs sucks. But Shabba can get you just about anything you need. Just tell him your a friend of Yurick.

Nate Getz:
Yurick?

Special Agent G. Callen:
...It sounded cool at the time.

Marty Deeks:
For your information, I won the hygiene award in High School.

Eric Beale:
What kind of school rewards you for bathing?

Marty Deeks:
I don't know, man. A sparkly clean one.

Marty Deeks:
So you guys are close then?

Kensi Blye:
Very. Best friends. What about you and your dad?

Marty Deeks:
Yeah. Not so much. In fact, I'm pretty sure he hates me.

Kensi Blye:
Why would you say that?

Marty Deeks:
Because the last time he saw me, he said "Marty, I hate you."

Kensi Blye:
Well [stammering] even people who love us say things in anger they don't really mean.

Marty Deeks:
Yeah. Then he fired a shotgun at me. [Chuckles] Man, I hate Thanksgiving. Although that was 6 years ago, miserable bastard could be dead by now.

Marty Deeks:
Why? You think I look rugged?

Kensi Blye:
Yeah, like Malibu Ken. He's not anatomically correct either.

Marty Deeks:
Oh buddy. Hell hath no fury like Kensi Mary Blye. [Looking at Kensi's target] The groin? Really? Why does someone practice shooting one in the groin?

Brandon Booth:
You want to talk about my dad too? Cause the last time someone asked about him, I almost got killed.

Marty Deeks:
We're just here to make sure you're safe, all right? You don't have to talk about your dad if you don't want to. God knows I'm not talking about mine. Kensi, you feel like talking about your dad at all?

Kensi Blye:
Not a chance.

Marty Deeks:
See? We're all on the same page.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[to Kensi and Deeks] LISTEN HERE. BOTH OF YOU. YOU DON'T TRUST EACH OTHER. ALL THE FIST BUMPING AND SAYING YOU GOT EACH OTHERS BACKS DOESN'T MEAN SQUAT UNLESS THERE'S TRUST! SO BUILD IT SOON OR RISK THE CONSEQUENCES. YOU GOT IT? [to Callen] AND FOR THE RECORD I WAS MEDITATING!

Special Agent G. Callen:
Oh... is that what meditation sounds like? Cause I call it yelling.

Special Agent G. Callen:
What would you do with $25 million in reward money?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You mean if I wasn't a government employee and I could legally accept it?... Ah... probably buy a first class ticket to somewhere real quiet. Really quiet. Someplace you don't take a partner. You?

Special Agent G. Callen:
I would hire the best private investigator money could buy. And have him track down my partner. Then when I found him...

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You'd follow me?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Send him Hetty, in an overnight package - with a big bell.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Chuckles] I wouldn't sign for her.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Did Booth have any enemies?

Gunnery SGT Andrew Weaver:
Yeah, as a matter of fact, it was someone who hated Booth pretty bad... his son, Brandon.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Your name's Jafar Khan?

Jafar Khan:
Yes, and I'm here voluntarily. Although I wouldn't mind seeing you work a pair of handcuffs.

Nell Jones:
Government agencies are territorial. If he's receiving special treatment from one, it might put him on the wrong side of another.

Eric Beale:
Okay, but if Khan does have dirty laundry that JSOC hasn't told us, how are you going to find out who has it?

Nell Jones:
Khan's a cloak-and-dagger guy. He hasn't been hanging out with the Department of Agriculture.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Our work is cut out for us gentlemen. Locate Booth's killer and he'll give us the intel we need to take out this Taliban bomber. Lose him, and thos 189 blast victims in Kabul won't be his last.

Special Agent G. Callen:
That's nine.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Nine what?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Nine times we've done the... corrupt agent... betrays his partner routine.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Didn't know you were keeping count.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You'd keep track too if you were the one getting a knee to the solar plexus.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I sense impending mayhem, and perhaps an outrageous petty cash request.

Special Agent G. Callen:
One simple question, Hetty.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Do you trust us?

Jafar Khan:
Everything's negotiable when you know what I know. Remember that.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I can't believe Hetty authorized us to do this in person.

Special Agent G. Callen:
We had her at the word "tea."

Kensi Blye:
You don't trust me. I'd say that's a pretty big deal, wouldn't you?

Marty Deeks:
I just have a thing about my gun!

Kensi Blye:
At this point in our relationship, after all the stuff that we've done...

Marty Deeks:
[frowns] Escusss-sss...

Kensi Blye:
Wha-what?

Marty Deeks:
I'm sorry... Did you just say *relationship*?

Kensi Blye:
No. I said partnership. Okay? [pauses] You're very annoying!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You mean it's not a mistake. You actually spent $1400 on raw fish?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Not me. My alias, Tony Z did.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ahh, and is Tony Z going to reimburse me?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well you'll have to talk to him about it.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Any surveillance footage from inside the club?

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
No.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Oh look, pervs don't like to be filmed.

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Meow.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[after a body falls out a refrigerator] He's clearly past his expiration date.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
You're kidding me? How does a stripper afford a place like this?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Some of these strippers make 6 fugures a year.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Oh really?

Special Agent G. Callen:
So I've heard.

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
What's a religious fundalmentalist doing in a strip club?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
The 9/11 hijackers said the same thing, before their attacks.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[to Dallas] Kitchen's closed!

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
How's that for a lap dance, huh?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Hetty, we're putting together a good case here. Okay? A big one.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Hetty, Safar's up to something. We can't stop now!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
This is coming from on high. When I say "on high," I mean those with the political venom to end the careers of each and every one of us, including - Director Vance.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
So you think you can lure Safar our of hiding with this tape - but you don't even know where to find him.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I'm not using anybody. I gave Moe a new life.

Safar Jaddalah:
And now so have I.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Grabbing Safar] WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

Special Agent G. Callen:
On the street, it's called "blackmail," in the government it's "leverage."

Special Agent G. Callen:
So what are you going to do about it?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Right now? Go for a run.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Last time you said that, I had to drive out to Joshua Tree to pick you up.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I'll bring my cell phone.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
No. I'm afraid he was married... to his job. He worked for an intelligence service in England. Never married. No children. But a stellar career. He died alone in his office filling out paperwork. Something you'll never have to worry about.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Is that why Nate's being forced into exile?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
That man hasn't taken a vacation in years. And what about you? When was the last time you took a - a day off that wasn't caused by a bullet. I don't want you waking up one morning wondering if it was all worth it. I'm sorry if I was... a tad strident today. I just want to make sure that you all take the time to smell the roses.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Go home, find a wench, raise fat babies, live a good long life.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[after Sam and G have put up a Palm tree] what is that?

Special Agent G. Callen:
It's a Christmas Tree.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You're joking. No. No. Douglas fir, Scotch pine, Bruce spuce. These are Christmas trees.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
This is L.A., Hetty. Wait 'til you see the Menorah.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I am *so* alone.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Uh huh, you backed into Hetty's jag.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Again.

Nate Getz:
No! Don't even kid about that.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You had a falling out?

Mister Ross:
No. I - just - working a lot. Trying to make sure my family was taken care of. One day you're missing little league. The next thing you know, they're moving out. And all the times in between... it's just lost.

Hastings King:
We're closed! Now get lost!

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Your customer service needs some work. I'm NCIS. Asher Ross is dead. Now show me your hands and come out before I pull you out.

Hastings King:
[Emerges from under the car] Seriously, you need to get lost now. I've got a little problem here. [Goes back under the car]

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Hey. [Looks under the car and sees a bomb] Yes, you have.

Nate Getz:
[as Sam's working on a bomb] The million dollar question is: do *you* know what you're doing?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Oh, this is not good.

Nate Getz:
Sam?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
He hid a secondary micro detonator inside. It has a mercury switch. Don't anybody move.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[pause. Callen enters behind Nate] HEY! [Nate spills his drink on his shirt] Oops. Sorry about that.

Nate Getz:
[Referring to his tie] Should I get it dry cleaned?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Well that's an option.

Nate Getz:
Soda water?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'd recommend either donation or incineration. Not in that order.

Nate Getz:
You don't like the tie? It - it was a gift.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Obviously not from a loved one.

Nate Getz:
You think I can pull off a bow tie?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Not without a red rubber nose, and those *big* floppy shoes.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Well it's got quite the view.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah. Sit on his porch and watch the drive bys.

Hastings King:
You lying b*tch! You set me up.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I'm NCIS. But my father *was* a Marine.

Hastings King:
Oh yeah? How does he feel about his daughter growing up to become a professional liar?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I just think that when it comes to going undercover. I deal with the danger a lot better than the deception.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I see.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Like with Hastings King, for example, today. Some of what I said was true. Some of it was a complete lie. And some of it was a... was combination of both.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Deception you perpetrate is a necessity. Kensi. You need to embrace it. Not fear it. I'm sure your father would agree. Anyway, if men wanted the truth all the time, I wouldn't have a... a French Maid's outfit in my boudir, would I?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
...You have a...?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Just drink your tea, dear.

Special Agent G. Callen:
What are the chances this place is wired?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I'd say between 99 and 100%.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Always the optimist.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
The stuff he's wired with is unstable. Put a bullet in it, he could go off.

Special Agent G. Callen:
What about a head shot?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Just the impact of it falling could trigger it.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You're just chock-full of good news, aren't you?

Stanton Olin:
[to Kensi] You can leave. It's just King and I. We seek absolution for what we did in Iraq.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Entering] No one gets absolution by killing themselves!

Nate Getz:
You're wondering about the suit?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh, no. A man doesn't need an excuse to be fashionable. And besides, you look so professional.

Nate Getz:
I tried the whole West Coast casual thing, and I think it was working against me. You know, with the agents.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ah.

Nate Getz:
I know undercover work is difficult and dangerous, and I know they've been forced to take on roles and do things that they're not proud of. But they think that burying memories is better than talking about them.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[giving Nate a new tie] Come, let's try a half Windsor this time. It can make such a difference. There you go. You know, in my experience, if you're patient, sooner or later the people who need to talk will seek you out. Often under the guise of some other intention. You just have to listen.

Nate Getz:
Hey, listen to this. "In flaming fire taking vengeance on them that know not God."

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Sounds like the Koran quote Olin put on his car.

Nate Getz:
It's essentially the same, only this is from Thessalonians.

[realization dawns on Nate]

Nate Getz:
Oh, boy.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
What?

Nate Getz:
The bible was a gift from Olin.

[Kensi shrugs her confusion]

Nate Getz:
Giving away prized possessions, it's a warning sign of suicide. Olin doesn't want to harm innocent people. He wants to punish himself and those in his unit out of some strange, twisted sense of penance.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Are Keelson's men in any condition to speak?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
They're not in any condition to breathe.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Agent Callen is in trouble? He enacted the Beauregard Protocol via text message.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
His current cover's been blown.

Nate Getz:
How did this happen?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
That is not clear for the moment. The only thing we know for certain is that our operations have been breached. As of this moment, we are not to make contact with him. That means you, Mr. Hannah.

Nate Getz:
Waht's Callen gonna do now?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
What he does best, become a ghost.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Hmm. So we can't find him.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Not until he's ready to be found.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah?

Eugene Keelson:
Mr. Callen, or do you prefer Special Agent?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Sorry bud, wrong guy.

Eugene Keelson:
The payphone on Ocean Walk and Sunset. You got 3 minutes. And Mr. Callen, I know what the "G" stands for.

Special Agent G. Callen:
What makes you think you've found something I haven't?

Eugene Keelson:
Cause I have access to things you don't even know exists. See, you haven't been asking the right questions. This goes deeper than your name, your family. You've been asking who... when maybe you should start asking why.

Eugene Keelson:
But be warned if you are unable to convince my client that you are indeed Eugene Keelson, then they will not hesitate to kill you. You having second thoughts?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well, I've been set up before, this is pretty much how it feels.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[as their computer system is being attacked by a virus] Turn the system off.

Eric Beal:
Yeah, which one?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
All of them. We're going dark.

Eric Beal:
[after the system shuts down] Ladies, and gentlemen, we are officially offline.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We're blind. Andn if G tries to check in with us?

Eric Beal:
He'll get a standardized prerecordeed service error message.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
He's out in the cold. Alone.

Special Agent G. Callen:
First Dom... then Macy... now this. Something's going on, Sam.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Hetty's convinced they're mutually exclusive. You once told me that we ain't working hard enough if nobody's trying to kill us.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I said that? Really? Make you feel better?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
A little.

Special Agent G. Callen:
This is as close as I've ever come to finding out who I really am.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
That's why I'm worried about you, G.

Special Agent G. Callen:
What happened to protocol?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
It went out the proverbial damn window. I've been thinking a great deal about your situation. Nate has misgivings about your state of mind.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well, he's going to have to get in line.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
During this crisis, he thought he should have a gun.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You didn't?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Perish the thought.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I told myself making the Bulgarian deal might help shed some light on just how badly Keelson had compromised our team. Is that why I did it? Or was it just an excuse to find out about my past.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh, only you can answer that Mr. Callen.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I can't. Which is why Nate's right. I should stay off this case.

Eric Beal:
Not good news, Hetty. I've been tracking the damage that Keelson's virus did to our server. Callen's file isn't the only one it got into.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Who else was compromised?

Eric Beal:
Everyone. And everything. Keelson's got information on every one of our cases. I'm talking NCIS world wide.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I appreciate your noble return to reason, Mr. Callen. But things have taken a turn. The whole of NCIS has been compromised. Like it or not, you are back in.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Keelson likes money more than anything. If we offer him enough of it, he may expose himself long enough for us to take him down.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And what if Keelson would rather die than face prosecution for his crimes? The information he has about your past would likely disappear with him. Are you ready to accept that, Mr. Callen?

Eugene Keelson:
You know, these elements that played here... are way bigger than you or me. You kill me, you'll never know the truth. Who you really are, who hired me to find you. Are you - are you ready to live the rest of your life wondering what that G stands for?

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Seeing a box with his name on it] See if they've got one on you, or Hetty.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Long pause as Sam searches] Nothing on me. *Two* boxes on Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[after sharpening her pencil] I much prefer a good HB to a bic. Press firmly enough and people don't have to read between the lines to get the message... The answer is "no", Mr. Callen.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Hetty, you don't even know what the question is.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
It's no to all of them. Is there any mention of this in your classified file? No. Was I aware you had a relative? No. Am I surprised? No. Should you stay on the case?... *Definitely*, no.

Special Agent G. Callen:
This is the second time you've taken me off the Keelson case.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Let's make it the last.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Should I read something between the lines?

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Callen enters a suspects house and finds someone] Put your hands where I can see them. Federal agent. You alone?

Trent Kort:
[Entering from behind Callen] No, as a matter of fact, he's not, Special Agent G Callen.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Kort.

Trent Kort:
You know you're not missing everything. No one ever calls me by my first name.

Special Agent G. Callen:
'Cause no one likes you.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'd send you home, but I know that would just move you from that chair onto that sofa.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I'm still looking for a place.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The agent's name is Trent Kort... Sam, Kensi, boathouse in half an hour. [Hetty leaves]

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[to Callen] She knows. You can't go. [Callen sighs, then starts to leave] Where you goin?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Shoot someone.

Nate Getz:
[Callen hands Nate a notebook] Shouldn't this been in the evidence locker? Aren't we breaking the, uh, chain of evidence or...? [Realizes why Callen handed him the book and laughs] You're off the case, but you need to know the - Could I go to jail?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Have you done something wrong?

Nate Getz:
I think I'm about to. - I could do some handwriting analysis.

Amy Taylor:
Who - who are you?

Special Agent G. Callen:
I'm the one who called. I'm the Federal Agent. My name is Callen. Who are you?

Amy Taylor:
I'm your sister.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Slight pause, then angrily] I don't have a sister! Now who the Hell are you?

Trent Kort:
I'm rather fond of Los Angeles. Maybe I'll put in for a transfer. [Starts to leave]

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I hope not.

Amy Taylor:
So, what's going to happen when he finds out the place was demolished 15 years ago?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I'm not going to hang around to find out.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Me neither.

Amy Taylor:
[to Callen about his sister] She loved you so much. You know, she cried herself to sleep every night because she couldn't be with you.

Special Agent G. Callen:
What'd she call me?

Amy Taylor:
Baby brother.

Special Agent G. Callen:
No. I - I mean...

Amy Taylor:
Just "baby brother."

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh I know my family, Mr. Callen. Believe me when I say, sometimes I envy you *not* knowing yours.

Nate Getz:
This first address. That was the first address he was sent to. He was 5 years old. I really can't understand why they would separate him from his sister. Each address is entered chronologically, all by the same person.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Why is that surprising?

Nate Getz:
It's an aging hand, Hetty. Different pens, different pencils. These addresses weren't all added at the same time, but as they happened. Every time Callen moved, the same person wrote down the new address.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You're saying someone - someone was watching Callen all those years?

Nate Getz:
The same person.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You don't work out.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I run.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
When people are shooting at us!

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam and I will take the crime scene. Kensi check out the house... and bring Nate.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
You're actually letting me out again?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
On a short leash.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
And a muzzle.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Clean up after him.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
[to Eric] You want a piece of this too?

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
[to Kensi] Don't let him hump your leg. [Nate glares at Eric] What?

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Relationship gone sour?

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
It's been known to happen. Of course, you have to be in a relationship first.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Was that aimed at me?

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Oh, I'm just busting your... chops. Chops. You know how we're like partners. You inow?

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
You're not my partner.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Right.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Don't make me get the muzzle.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Cool.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
What do you know that we don't?

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Um, the words to every TV theme song... and this. [Pulls up some video surveillance]

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Five weeks to the day since Dom went missing. And we're here picking through roadside trash because some meatball offed himself.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam, if we had something new to go on, anything new, anything at all, we'd be on it 24/7. You know that. But we've got nothing.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
And it's gonna stay that way as long as we out here wasting time on this sort of thing.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
It's not a waste of time! The security of the men and technology on that submarine remain in question... And besides, Calvin Lee has a family. At the very least, we're going to give them closure. That's the same closure we're going to give Dom's family some day.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I dabble in things.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You do things. You break things. You don't dabble. [G glares at Sam] You don't.

Jane Lee:
Even if I hate my parents, I have an irration need to hear how they are. I make fun of him, but he's really a great brother.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Have you ever known an operation psychologist who became an agent?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Very long pause] Kurwood Aimes. A brilliant man. He pioneered several profiling techniques.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Wow. Uh, is he still with the agency?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
No. He was killed in his second week on the job, or was it his second day?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
[Referring to a suspect in interrogation] That guy got me in the face. And I'm not even gonna tell you where the guy upstairs got me.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Guy in the hospital bit me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Hetty enters] I see the Ice and Aspirin Club is at it again. Every time I come here I feel like I've stepped in a damn Hardy Boys novel. I gather you couldn't talk your way out of this one.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
We had a little bit of a language barrier .

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
And a "I want you dead" barrier.

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Imagine living everyday wondering if you're about to be caught. Constantly looking over your shoulder.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Sam looks at G] Yeah. Imagine that.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[to Nate] You may have just blown open an entire cell of sleeper agents 30 years in the making. You should stick with what you do best. Carry on everyone.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
I know I'm logical. But I'm also intuitive self-sufficient. Hmm?

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS Special Agent G. Callen, NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
No!

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Cool. I get it. Absolutely cool.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
You know what, I slept in.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
With who? You barely sleep.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
There's nobody.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Come on I think it would be great for you to be in a relationship.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam, how many times are we going to have this conversation? You're my partner! Not my mother!

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[in an old lady voice] I just want you to be happy and find a good girl!

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[trying to handcuff a suspect] Nate, a little help?

Vic Stearnard:
[struggling against Kensi] Let me go!

[Nate grabs Stearnard's legs]

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Yeah, we don't usually cuff the suspect's feet.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Right.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
What are the circumstances that leads to someone throwing a toilet seat out of a moving vehicle?

Marty Deeks:
Mam, this is, eh, Kensi. Kensi this is my mam. And those are words I just said out loud

Kensi Blye:
Hi, it's a pleasure to finally meet you

Mrs. Deeks:
You cook?

Kensi Blye:
No

Mrs. Deeks:
You wanna to learn?

Kensi Blye:
No

Mrs. Deeks:
I like her!

Marty Deeks:
I like her too

G. Callen:
Real men drink coffee, not fruit smoothies.

Marty Deeks:
Hey, you realize I could have choked to death.

G. Callen:
On the woody?

Sam Hanna:
Always figured Deeks would go out like that.

Sam Hanna:
You hear anything?

G. Callen:
She's recuperating - like she was last month - and the month before that.

Sam Hanna:
You think something is going on?... Of course. It's Hetty. Something else is going on.

Kensi Blye:
Have we heard any news on Hetty's condition?

Sam Hanna:
According to Nell, Hetty's still keeping an eye on things.

G. Callen:
Big Brother is watching.

Marty Deeks:
Or in Hetty's case - Little Mother. [Everyone stares at Deeks] What? You guys have been doing this too long. You're getting paranoid.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[From Deeks's computer] A healthy dose of paranoia can keep you alive in this business, detective.

G. Callen:
[Deeks yells out startled and slams the computer shut] Did you see that?

Sam Hanna:
I saw you slam Hetty's face shut.

Eric Beale:
Detective and Agents, can I have your attention? Acting Operations Manager Hunter requests your presence in the Operations Center. ASAP. Thank you. [Eric goes back to Ops]

G. Callen:
What the Hell was that?

Kensi Blye:
*That* was Hunter - forbidding Eric from whistling.

G. Callen:
It's been three months. Kind of like to know why the Comescu's are trying to kill me.

Lauren Hunter:
I can't answer that.

G. Callen:
You can't or won't? Because if there's information on that laptop that pertains to my past, I have a right to know.

G. Callen:
[Eric starts showing some video footage] Can you read what she's saying, Kens?

Eric Beale:
I ran the footage through a lip reading program.

Kensi Blye:
[Offended] Excuse me? [Kensi scoffs] A computer program can't duplicate a skilled human lip reader.

Eric Beale:
Well, the software suggest she's saying something about gambling.

Marty Deeks:
Gambling?

Kensi Blye:
[Kensi scoffs and watches the footage]... It's possible.

Kensi Blye:
I'll go in as a tutor. Deeks can go in as a dog walker or something.

Marty Deeks:
Okay. Why can't I go in as a tutor and you go in as a dog walker?

Sam Hanna:
It's called a mirror.

Marty Deeks:
How dare you, sir! Has anyone here gone to Law School? Huh? Anyone passed the Bar Exam in the State of California? Anyone?... Anyone?

Kensi Blye:
*This* coming from a guy who learned how to tie his shoes at... 12.

G. Callen:
Really?

Marty Deeks:
I'm from L.A... I grew up in sandals.

Sam Hanna:
You think may she's grooming Nell for something more? Even her ulterior motives have ulterior motives.

G. Callen:
Hetty's a riddle wrapped up in a mystery inside an enigma clutching a hand grenade.

Shawn Calder:
You ever shoot anybody?

Kensi Blye:
I think we have to get back to your homework.

Shawn Calder:
You got a boyfriend?

Kensi Blye:
...Homework.

Marty Deeks:
[Over his communicator] Ouch! Kid may be flunking school, but I tell you what. He's got his teacher pegged pretty good.

Marty Deeks:
You think this kid could fix my credit score?

Sam Hanna:
Kid's a computer wiz, not Harry Potter.

Marty Deeks:
If the Chinese do have Calder, what are the chances of us getting him back?

Sam Hanna:
Depends.

Marty Deeks:
On if he's still in the country?

Sam Hanna:
On if he's still alive.

Lauren Hunter:
[During a cyber attack] Status report.

Eric Beale:
Borderline panic verging on controlled hysteria.

Nell Jones:
You need to take a look at the accident footage.

Patricia Michaels:
I'm sorry we're a little busy here. We don't allow mailroom employees in our Ops center.

Lauren Hunter:
Do you have something, Nell?

Nell Jones:
Yeah.

Sam Hanna:
[to Dennis Calder] You just got a second chance to spend time with your boy. Don't blow it.

G. Callen:
I deserve the truth.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ah, the truth. It's not always so simple. I don't have all the answers you think I do. The last thing I *ever* wanted was to give you false hope. I know how much it all means to you.

G. Callen:
I will find out who I am and who my family was - with or without anyone's help! [Callen leaves]

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Yes, you will, Mr. Callen.

G. Callen:
My mother worked for the CIA?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And her father before her. You see, Mr. Callen, it's in your blood.

Sam Hanna:
He was saving his furry butt, that's what he was doing. That why they retired him?

Marty Deeks:
Actually the vet that did his psyche eval said he had a nervous condition. It's kind of like canine PTSD.

Sam Hanna:
Puppy Traumatic Stress Disorder?

Eric Beale:
I'm going to have to you guys the basics of encryption bypass one of these days.

Marty Deeks:
That's cool. Then I can uh, read Kensi's diary.

Eric Beale:
Oh, I already did. You do *not* want to go there.

Sam Hanna:
Low maintenance. Don't make any noise. They even poop in their own environment.

G. Callen:
Yeah, well you can't pet a fish.

Sam Hanna:
Exactly, and if it doesn't work out...

Sam Hanna, G. Callen:
Sushi.

Marty Deeks:
Eric, I need you to run a plate for me. 2, S as in Slayer, M as in Metallica, A as in Anthrax, 5-6-4, P as in uh, parsnip.

Eric Beale:
Parsnip? Your lettering system is Heavy Metal bands, and you're giving me a root vegetable for P?

Marty Deeks:
I don't know, man. I drew a blank.

Eric Beale:
Pantera? Hello.

Marty Deeks:
Oh. Cowboys from Hell. What was I thinking?

Kensi Blye:
Have you ever considered that maybe Monty just likes the sound of voices coming from the radio? That it doesn't really matter what we're listening to?

Marty Deeks:
Wait for it. [Deeks changes the station. Monty whimpers then barks] Okay. Changing it back, buddy. Changing it back. Therapists explained it to me. Monty's uh archetypal canine subconscious...

Kensi Blye:
Okay. Stop.

Marty Deeks:
It's actually Pavlovian.

Kensi Blye:
No. You have to stop. This is getting far too weird.

Sam Hanna:
Either someone has taken Asad El Libby's place or Farag is lying to us.

G. Callen:
Maybe her brother told her more than Farag thinks. Kensi. Deeks.

Marty Deeks:
And... Monty. Come on. Come on. You want to drive? Probably better than Kensi.

G. Callen:
It's not the man. It's what he stands for.

Sam Hanna:
Which means they'll come after this guy as well - whoever he is.

Eric Beale:
If you start appearing in my dreams, I going to be really freaked out.

Nell Jones:
Well, you've already appeared in mine.

Eric Beale:
Really?

Nell Jones:
Only you were old, and really fat, and wearing my dress. Weird, huh?

Eric Beale:
Yeah.

G. Callen:
Hetty, I have a question. How did we get from Romania to America?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
No one knows. It was 2 years before I found you were here. Too late again to save your sister, but not you.

G. Callen:
You got me out of the orphanage?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And into every foster home. I was *determined* to find you a family. You were a... challenging child, Mr. Callen.

G. Callen:
What about my father?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
We never found out.

Marty Deeks:
[solemnly] You're dyin', Wilson. You're dyin'. [Wilson closes his eyes, fighting tears] No, no. See don't- you don't want- you don't wanna do that because the, uh, salt from your tears, you're gonna sting your burns.

Michael Wilson:
Screw you, b*tch!

Marty Deeks:
B*tch? I'm not the one crying.

Hetty Lange:
To hell with my flight - turn around!

Driver:
I have strict orders to accompany you all the way to the gate, Ms. Lange.

Hetty Lange:
And I have a lipstick gun in my purse and I am not afraid to use it!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
When one's... life is based on deception... my marriage to Branston might be the closest I've ever gotten to the real thing.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
They didn't need to kill the nurse or the security guard in the Hallway.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
No. But they did - without compunction, without compassion. They've changed the rules. Branston would be appalled.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Hetty, if anyone knows about your relationship with Cole, they're going to assume you know where the book is.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Means we'll have to protect you.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I can protect myself. I'd like to find the men who did this, and put their heads on spears.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Is that what they did in the old days?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
They changed the rules... not me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mattias.

Mattias:
This is getting to be a habit.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I told my director, that he might someday regret having passed you to the C.I.A.

Mattias:
And one day later?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The regret is all mine.

Mattias:
Although I do find it odd. This office has already been thoroughly searched.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Then why are you here, Mattias.

Mattias:
Because the easiest way to find the book...

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Is to follow me. You're aware there are other players?

Mattias:
Isn't it in all our best interests that the Russians don't get the book?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I could shoot you right now, Mattias. But you're not even worth the paperwork.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
They're waiting for us to get the book. Then they're going to try and take it.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
They got to ID us first.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Callen answers his cellphone] Yeah?

Blond Russian #1:
Do not move, Agent Callen. [Callen looks down and spots a red dot on his chest]

Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam, I think they already have.

Special Agent G. Callen:
They'll never believe you.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
They would have believed me in Cole's day.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well, this isn't Cole's day, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And you don't think it's mine either, do you Mr. Callen?

Branston Cole:
[In German] Tell me why you come, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Because it could have been me... And I couldn't stand to live withour knowing that someone out there gave a damn.

Branston Cole:
[In German] Spare me your guilt, Hetty. [In English] *Next time, just shoot straight*!

Mattias:
I need to know you'll never use it, Herta.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Then for both our sakes, shoot straight.

Blond Russian #1:
Then get in the car!

Marty Deeks:
Uh uh. She's not going anywhere!

Blond Russian #1:
Then four of us die and one of us lives.

Marty Deeks:
He's got a point... All right, take me.

Kensi Blye:
Deeks?

Marty Deeks:
She's just a cop, you know? She's not even an agent. To tell you the truth, no one even really likes her that much, you know? Too pretty for her own good - kind of a snob.

Marty Deeks:
[after rescuing Kensi] You okay?

Kensi Blye:
I gotta pee.

Marty Deeks:
I think I just did.

'G' Callen:
If anything ever happens to Hetty... anything... we will come for you.

Mattias:
I have no reason to harm her. The book does not exist.

'G' Callen:
That's a good boy. [the agents leave]

Mattias:
It never did.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Dare I ask what we did to deserve this, Hetty?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Rest assured, Mr Callen, I *never* give gifts unless they pefectly suit the recipients.

Special Agent G. Callen:
And perfection struck 4 times today?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
...Happy Holidays everyone.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I don't run around... giving gifts to just anyone. Takes a cold woman to do me like that.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
And you took a lot of thought into that spice rack, and the sweater.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You still have those steak knives I gave you?

Special Agent G. Callen:
...Yes.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Okay.

NCIS Special Agent Former Navy Lieutenant Lance Talbot:
You know your ex was right. It's exactly like falling through the sky. And - and that's why what you're suggesting scares me. I already hit the ground when I came back from Afghanistan. What if it happens again?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I will be right there to catch you.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Kensi, I know what you're going through. I've been there.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I watched Jack... slip away. Maybe I didn't try hard enough.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I don't believe that for one minute. I know what it's like to have someone I care about come back from a deployment a different person.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
After all that Talbot's been through, I'm going to do everything in my power to help him!

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Kensi, Talbot's not Jack.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[Waking up after being knocked out] I had a dream. I was um, being visited by the Three Wise Men, and then I saw Deeks.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
When he thought I was getting suspicious, he confessed to killing both of them, thinking his PTSD would cover him. I should have seen through it.

Special Agent G. Callen:
L.A.P.D., the entire U.S. Navy, his own psychologist didn't get it. What makes you so special?

Kensi Blye:
Hetty's never given us anything for Christmas before. Why this year?

'G' Callen:
Exactly.

Marty Deeks:
Because she knows I like surprises.

Sam Hanna:
You guys ever feel like we're stuck babysitting some kid whose parents won't come to get him - ever?

Sam Hanna:
No, no, no, no, *that's* a nice spice rack.

Marty Deeks:
I know.

Sam Hanna:
I bought it myself. I bought it for Hetty Christmas 2008!

'G' Callen:
Scented candle? Smells like sage.

Kensi Blye:
Jasmine... I gave that to Hetty 2 years ago.

'G' Callen:
Same scent?

Kensi Blye:
Same candle.

Kensi Blye:
What if we take him back to the crime scene to jog his memory?

Navy Commander Dr. Stanfill:
I wouldn't recommend that. There's a strong chance that if he's re-exposed, it'll trigger a major panic episode.

Marty Deeks:
So we may *never* know what happened in the house last night?

Navy Commander Dr. Stanfill:
This man has no family, and no friends. The trauma he experienced while deployed has driven him into complete isolation. Frankly, forgetting what happened last night may be the best thing for him.

Kensi Blye:
[about her ex-fiancee] He said life over there was like falling through the sky. Constant rush of adrenaline. Everything felt vivid and real... And coming home to me - coming home to me felt like hitting the ground. And I did - I did everything I could. [Kensi starts sobbing] Oh my... I worked with a psychiatrist. I helped with his meds, and I listened. I always listened - *always*. It was Christmas morning, I woke up and he was gone.

NCIS Special Agent Former Navy Lieutenant Lance Talbot:
Where he go? [Kensi shakes her head]

Marty Deeks:
[From observation] She's - she's playing him. She's trying to get him to open up, right? [G and Sam exchange looks]

Marty Deeks:
Were you ever tempted to go looking for him?

Kensi Blye:
Maybe I was hoping one day, he'd come looking for me.

NCIS Special Agent Former Navy Lieutenant Lance Talbot:
So what do we do now?

Kensi Blye:
We'll, uh, we do what most families do on Christmas Eve.

Marty Deeks:
Watch Uncle Bob get drunk and pee in the toaster?

Marty Deeks:
Turkey sandwiches for everybody?

Kensi Blye:
Actually tradition in my house was ice cream and beer.

Marty Deeks:
Really?

Kensi Blye:
Don't knock it til you've tried it.

Marty Deeks:
Oh, I've tried it. Although it was 7th grade and didn't end pretty for anyone. Unless of course, you like Jackson Pollock.

Marty Deeks:
Kensi. Kensi!

Kensi Blye:
I'm good to go!

Sam Hanna:
I don't think you are. And it has nothing to do with the head wound.

Marty Deeks:
I'm driving.

Kensi Blye:
[Kensi tosses him the keys] Fine. Scratch my car, I'll Ben Gay your shorts.

Eric Beale:
Ouch. Last punch I took was on the playground in second grade.

NCIS Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones:
And what was the name of this bully?

Eric Beale:
Stephanie Petersmark.

NCIS Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones:
Hmmm.

Eric Beale:
Girls punch boys they like

NCIS Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones:
I didn't.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Never realized how much easier the bad guys have it than we do.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
All the time. No rules. No loyalty.

Special Agent G. Callen:
No Hetty.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Banter is the crux of our partnership, G. Without it, we'd just be two guys with guns drifting from one case to the next.

Special Agent G. Callen:
We are two guys with guns drifting from one case to the next.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Some people seek higher meaning.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Others play the hand they're dealt.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
When did the glass become half empty?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Ah, was it ever half full?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
That's better. But I still want my car back. These boots are killing me.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[about Bikini Bars and Strip Clubs] And which do you prefer?

Marty Deeks:
They possess unique charms.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
No, no, no. The apocalypse is tomorrow. You got one last night.

Marty Deeks:
Ooo. That's dilema worthy of King Solomon.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
You bummed you're stuck in here with me?

Marty Deeks:
Nah. It's for the best. I can't go undercover in these places anymore. All the dancers know and love me.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Must be your dashing personality.

Marty Deeks:
It's not my money. I - I have mystique. And by mystique, I don't mean the brunette dancer inside the bar real name - Kimberly.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Maybe you should leave before it gets awkward.

Steve Brenner:
We're in a Bikini Bar, no such thing as awkward.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[On the phone] Could you repeat that? "Empty quiver" indeed. [to the everone] Empty quiver ladies and gentlemen.

Marty Deeks:
What-what does "empty quiver" mean?

NCIS Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones:
Empty quiver is a Pentagon term. It refers to the loss or theft of a functioning nuclear weapon.

Marty Deeks:
They stole a nuke?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The blame game has begun. High level officials interested in covering their own asses. They're demanding to know why the two NCIS agents on scene weren't able to prevent the incident. The uh, word investigation has already been banded about.

Special Agent G. Callen:
It's pretty meaningless given what's at stake.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
And politicking isn't our job.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh no, Mr. Hanna. It's mine!

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You don't need to protect us!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh yes I do! And I've feared for years that the day would come when I wouldn't be able to. I hope this isn't it. There is only one solution: recover the warhead before it can be used!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You found a map of Los Angeles with nuclear radiuses marked off and you kept it from me?

Special Agent G. Callen:
I made a judgment call. If we told you about it, you wounld have been bound to report it to the Pentagon.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
*I'm* the one who decides whether or not to fulfill these obligations, Mr. Callen. I don't need your protection! I need your trust!

Special Agent G. Callen:
I need your trust. Marchetti is trying to play us.

Special Agent G. Callen:
There's not much time until the New York Stock Exchange opens.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We need to move on that factory now!

Special Agent G. Callen:
Shooters that highjacked that trailer will be there.

Marty Deeks:
Anything we should know about them?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
They're not the type to stop when you yell "freeze."

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mr. Callen, lethal action has been authorized.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
What did you just do?

Eric Beale:
I used the VNC controller to piggyback the upload with a trojan and corrupt the streaming data packets by initiating stack overflow.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
In English, Mr. Beal.

Eric Beale:
I broke the Internet.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Oh hey guys, what did Eric do with the video?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Shut down the Internet.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
What? The whole Internet?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Yeah.

Marty Deeks:
Even Twitter? Whoa.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Nice gangster walk.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Feels like I was thrown out of a moving car.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You were thrown out of a moving car... several times.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well not recently... was I?

Marty Deeks:
Did you get the little Hetty note?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
No. By the way, there's no such thing as a "little Hetty note." There's a "Big Hetty Note." There's a "Holy Moly Hetty Note." There's an "Oh Dear God! Hetty Note."

Marty Deeks:
[about some courses] "Offensive Driving" Really? This is Los Angeles. Everybody's driving is offensive. Besides, I've already taken that.

Navy Captain Jennings:
The algorythm as used by Chambers is unproven and no replacement for human intel.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
Yeah, I've played around with it a fair bit. I was able to spot General Manuel Noriega back when the US supported him. Pol Pot in the early days. And Mikahil Gorbachev... when we still hated him - came out a moderate.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
Am I in trouble?

Special Agent G. Callen:
No... But next time, pick on someone your own size.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Emily's hanging in there. An Amber Alert was sent out. It's all over the local news, freeway signs, and Internet.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Nice going.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Yeah. But it wasn't us. 9-1-1 received 3 calls in 4 minutes.

Special Agent G. Callen:
4 minutes?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Including 2 accurate license plate numbers and a lady id'd the van a block away. She'd gotten a text from a friend.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Huh? Nice neighbors.

Special Agent G. Callen:
If I ever go off the reservation, you have my permission to take me out.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Well, how far off the reservation? I mean, you've pushed it pretty far, and I haven't killed you yet.

Special Agent G. Callen:
All the way. You know, go rogue.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You? Never gonna happen. I've never seen anybody see more sides of the coin than you. If anybody's gonna snap, it's me.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You? Textbook SEAL. And blood pressure's undetectable. Do you even have a blood pressure. Something gets to you, you take it out on the heavy bag. You're lucky like that. If anybody's gonna snap...

Special Agent G. Callen, Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Kensi.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Good luck, Deeks.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
A waiter? Why did I get waiter?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Talk to Hetty.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
And Deeks? I mean, Kensi I get. Deeks? In that suit? I'm in polyester. I take exception to that.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah. Except away. I'm in maroon.

Marty Deeks:
Well, if he's so dangerous, why are you risking your life to save him?

Lt. Commander Chambers:
Assasination is rarely the answer. If he gets shot, someone else will take his place - statistically speaking.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Just once, I would love to get dressed up to go out and not have to chase a suspect or get shot at.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Where's the fun in that?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Watching Chambers reunite with his family] You know, saving politicians from getting assasinated is cool and all but this... *this* is what keeps me in the game.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah. And we get to drive some pretty cool cars.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Hmm. And you get to hang with me.

Special Agent G. Callen:
That's not exactly a selling point.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You'd rather be partnered with Kensi and Deeks?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Those are my choices? That's like choosing between being burned, flayed or stoned to death.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You wanna walk? You could walk.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I'd probably be safer.

Marty Deeks:
[Deeks shoots a Hetty Target on the range] Uh... Oops.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Cheeky bastard.

Sam Hanna:
Scuttlebutt is Granger's gone.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh that.

G. Callen:
Do we need t check your trunk?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I wish. No, I think this is a temporary reprieve. I think he's off tormenting some other division. He'll come back when he grows bored making their lives a living Hell.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I wouldn't think any less of you if you decided to sit this one out, Mr. Hanna.

Sam Hanna:
I don't sit things out.

Nell Jones:
You get a hit on the SUV?

Eric Beale:
Kaliedescope's got nothing. You'd think that a car with front end damage and bullet holes in the windshield would make this easier.

Nell Jones:
This is L.A...

Marty Deeks:
The real question is: do you think you were born a tomboy or did you become one because your father really wanted a son?

Kensi Blye:
You did *not* just say that!

Sam Hanna:
[after Sam waterboards a suspect] What do you think?

G. Callen:
I think you scared the Hell out him. In fact, you were starting to scare me...

Sam Hanna:
That was the point.

G. Callen:
Point taken.

G. Callen:
He's got a grenade!

Marty Deeks:
Oh come on! Who does that?

Alex Elmslie:
I appreciate your help, but I can't come in with you. I only have *12 hours* to find my family!

Kensi Blye:
What if you don't?

Marty Deeks:
I don't have much of a choice.

Sam Hanna:
Are you really prepared to kill Jada?

Marty Deeks:
...Please don't try to follow me. I'm sorry. [Alex puts down the grenade and runs away]

Sam Hanna:
What are former French Operatives doing in our country, period?

Marty Deeks:
You'd think they'd have learned their lesson after Kensi kicked one of their ferers in the croissants.

Kensi Blye:
You know it.

Sam Hanna:
Eric.

Eric Beale:
I know. I know. We're running out of time. Just cause I make it look easy, doesn't mean it is.

G. Callen:
Yeah, we know that. Just - relax and take your time, okay? Just - not too much time.

Eric Beale:
Just promise you won't... hurt me if it doesn't work.

Sam Hanna:
Have I ever hurt you, Eric?

Eric Beale:
No.

Sam Hanna:
There could always be a first time.

Tahir Khaled:
[to Sam during a video chat] I would never allow anyone to harm my sister... No, when Jada dies, it will be at my hands - as will you.

Sam Hanna:
Everything that's happened... everything we've been through... I had no choice.

Jada Khaled:
I am trying to understand. I wish I could.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Sooner or later our sins seem to catch up to us. Night Mr. Callen.

Owen Granger:
You think she's the real thing?

G. Callen:
No one's the real thing. Some of us just have fewer lies to tell.

Marty Deeks:
He's on my side. Go find your own ghurka.

G. Callen:
I didn't exactly make the best first impression.

Owen Granger:
It's still early, but that's my pick for understatement of the year.

Jemadar Thapa:
I've been walking the warrior's path for so long that home isn't a place anymore. It is a feeling.

Marty Deeks:
What do you mean?

Jemadar Thapa:
It is my wife's smile. My children's laughter. The friendship I never expected. I built my home on these feelings so I would never have to leave.

Jemadar Thapa:
There is something else a warrior carries in their heart, sahib. An expiration date.

Marty Deeks:
Yeah, well, there's nothing we can do about that though, right?

Jemadar Thapa:
And yet we spend our lives trying to do so many things about it. When all we really need to be... is ready.

Sam Hanna:
What's the situation?

G. Callen:
It's bad.

Sam Hanna:
When you say bad...

G. Callen:
*Very* bad.

Sam Hanna:
In shada's very bad. Your cooking is very bad. Granger after two drinks is very bad. I need you to be more specific, G.

G. Callen:
You remember that time we fought Thapa?

Sam Hanna:
An angry Ghurka rates very, very bad on the Hanna scale of bad people, places and things.

G. Callen:
We've got six of 'em comin' our way.

Kensi Blye:
I told you to send them an alert when we were coming in.

Marty Deeks:
I did. [Callen's Phone Dings] Oh, There it is. It's not my fault we move faster than the speed of cellular.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Not a teacher. Not an astronaut. Not anything that requires effort. All kids want to be is famous.

Special Agent G. Callen:
And girls just want to have fun. Look 15 minutes of fame is nothing new.

Marty Deeks:
You know how it is with undercover cops. I've pissed off more than my fair share of shields.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Then why'd they choose you as our liason?

Marty Deeks:
Hetty's request.

Special Agent G. Callen:
They won't hand it over?

Eric Beal:
None to hand over. No cameras.

Marty Deeks:
That's why it's so popular with the rich and infamous. Nobody's watching. And you can forget about interviewing witnesses, cause even if something did happen,everybody's looking the other way.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
$50,000 limit. However, *if* more than $5000 is charged to this card, I will come for you with my letter opener. Is that clear Mr. Deeks?

Marty Deeks:
Got it. Wait, what? You want me to sign this? Cause it's Cal - it's Callen's card.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You're the guarantor.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Y [to Hetty about Deeks] You don't want him as a liason. You want him as an agent.

Marty Deeks:
[Quietly into a mic] I'm going to call you "Fern." Okay?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Don't you dare.

Marty Deeks:
[Loudly] Fern! Baby girl. Hoo. It's been a long time.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I'm supposed to look like I can spend 50 and she's got you on the hook after 5?

Marty Deeks:
She threatened me with a letter opener!

Special Agent G. Callen:
I guess some people gotta learn the hard way.

Marty Deeks:
Why? What are you-?

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Loudly to a waitress] We'll take 2 more bottles.

Eric Beal:
Guys, why is Kensi going back into the lion's den?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Because it's her job.

Nate Getz:
She got Aubrey to safety. Now she's gotta keep an eyes on Jahiri. He's a high level target.

Marty Deeks:
Oh, come on. What? You got some sort of Superman double back flip where you can dodge bullets? I mean you can't tell me I shouldn't have taken that shot.

Special Agent G. Callen:
No. I'm glad you did.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You one of those guys who needs external validation and coddling?

Marty Deeks:
Only from you Sam. [Sam chuckles] You want to coddle me?

Special Agent G. Callen:
You do your homework, don't you?... In choosing agents. Deeks didn't end up in this building because we need some LAPD liason. You've been watching him for a while.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
There is a value in being pacient.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Where can I find the Comescu?

Prague Henchman:
[as he's dying] Now, we are the message.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Yes, you are. [Henchman dies] Oh bugger.

Eric Beale:
Well, you think that I'd seriously misuse the entire resources of the Pentagon, Homeland Security and a half dozen other classified databases just to gather information on Senior Agent Hunter?

Marty Deeks:
So she is an agent.

Eric Beale:
I didn't say that... Okay, I did say that but that was a calculated guess.

Lauren Hunter:
Hetty's gone Agent Callen. She told me herself - she's not coming back.

'G' Callen:
Well, she hasn't told me. Since she's not answering her cell phone.

Lauren Hunter:
Then she mustn't want to talk with you.

'G' Callen:
[as they're driving to Hetty's House] I followed her home a couple times?

Sam Hanna:
"Couple of times?"

'G' Callen:
Closer to a dozen. She keeps moving. She sleeps in a different house every night.

Sam Hanna:
Oh, that's great. And I get to be there when you tell her you followed her home. She's gonna be so pissed when we knock on her door.

'G' Callen:
Not as pissed as me.

Kensi Blye:
You took cover behind Hetty's jag?

Marty Deeks:
What - are you insane?

'G' Callen:
Well, they were shooting. It was close.

Marty Deeks:
And you think Hetty's going to be fine with that?

Sam Hanna:
What'd you want us to do? Get shot?

Kensi Blye:
Well, personally, I would've risked it.

Leon Vance:
[as he's about to enter his username and password] You don't have keystroke recognition software installed on this computer, do you Miss Jones?

Nell Jones:
[Nell types on the keyboard] No, sir.

Leon Vance:
I'm pleased to hear it. [Enters his info] Done.

Bernie Fisher:
I'm a pacifist for God's sakes.

Sam Hanna:
Pacifists don't go down very well in military prisons... actually they do go down.

Nell Jones:
She's not bothering to cover her tracks. It's like - she doesn't think it matters anymore.

Lauren Hunter:
Is it a one-way or round trip ticket?

Nell Jones:
One way.

Leon Vance:
You are no longer on this case, Agent Callen.

'G' Callen:
Then give me a reason. Tell me why? What is Operation Comescu about?

Leon Vance:
It's about you, Agent Callen. Operation Comescu is all about you.

Leon Vance:
The Comescu wants you dead, Agent Callen.

Sam Hanna:
Why?

Leon Vance:
Some sort of long running family feud as far as we can tell.

'G' Callen:
I don't have... any family... They think I do.

Leon Vance:
They probably mistake you for someone else.

'G' Callen:
Probably.

'G' Callen:
Hetty was trying to protect me.

Leon Vance:
And that is why you can't go to Prague.

'G' Callen:
That is why... I *have* to go to Prague.

Leon Vance:
Hetty has resigned her position... She's operating outside the authority of this agency. We will send a team from Paris. We'll find her. We'll try to bring her back. We'll try to get her the Hell out of there. And you will not... you will *not*... be part of that team!

Marty Deeks:
[Callen turns in his badge and gun, then leaves. Sam turns in his badge and gun, and chases after Callen. Kensi turns in her badge and gun, then leaves] I would if I could.

Leon Vance:
Yes, you would, Detective.

Nell Jones:
I saw this. I um - I know I wasn't supposed to but... it's Hetty's personnel file.

Leon Vance:
Additional distinguishing features.

Nell Jones:
I know, it say she has [Vance turns her around moves her closer]

Leon Vance:
You tell no one! Do you understand, Miss Jones?

Nell Jones:
Understood.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You don't deserve to die by my hands.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
What about Dom's parents?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
What about them?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Shouldn't we contact them?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
To tell them what? Your son's not dead but he's about to be executed.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
At the very least, they could be praying. They need to know the truth.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I'll have Nate speak with them. Hopefully, by the time we talk to Dom's parents, it'll be to tell them he's been found safe and sound.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You think somebody's trying to get to us?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
If they have Dom, they already have.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Well, I'm certain he can help. I-I'm just not certain that he'll want to. - But he owes me a favor, or ten.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well maybe if you ask him nicely... Seemed to work with the other gentlemen on the phone.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I doubt that any of them are gentle. And they're *certainly* not men!

Man:
Oh and, uh, tell Hetty they still had her picture up in that bar in Veluca Cruza. [Chuckles slightly] She'll get a kick out of that.

Special Agent G. Callen:
We are better working the case from here, using our time and resources to find Dom.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We should be there. We owe it to Dom.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Let's find him first, okay? Having Moe involved was our first big break. At least, we have a place to start.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[to Sam] The only one who thinks this is your fault is you. You want to blame yourself, do it after we find Dom, okay? 'Cause right now I need your "A" game, big guy. So does Dom.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I tolerate it because you are unequaled at what you do. I am the way I am because I demand the best. This is an elite unit whose unparallelled success rests on the superior skills of those who work here. And that's why I know that if anyone can fix this, it is you.

Eric Beal:
I'm trying.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I know. I know and I'm sorry. I should've trusted your judgement earlier and because I pushed you, I may have buggered up everything. But I have complete faith in you, Mr. Beal. Do what you do. [Hetty puts Dom's bobblehead alien on the workbench] That's for good luck.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Forget about worst case scenarios. There's only one case scenario: that's finding and rescuing Dom!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I've called in every favor I can think of. I don't think I can go through this again.

Special Agent G. Callen:
We're going to find him, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Do you really believe that?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Yes. Cause we're not going to stop looking until we do.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm going to hold you to that.

Special Agent Dominic Vaile:
And I know you don't want my blood on your hands.

Mowahd 'Moe' Dusa:
How do you know that?

Special Agent Dominic Vaile:
Because you're talking to me... in English.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[to Yari] You don't know anything. And unfortuneatly, you just saw me kill a man.

Nate Getz:
Whether you rescue Dom or not, Kalil Abersome and his lawyers will come after us with a vengeance. And Abersome will walk because of it. Not to mention something like this could end the career of everyone in this room.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Saving a fellow agent is more important than any career, Nate.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
...I'm with Sam.

Eric Beal:
Me too.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Long pause then Callen sighs] Someone once told me that extreme situations occassionally call for extreme measures.

Nate Getz:
What the hell? I really wanted to be a magician anyway.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Far be it from me to thwart your dreams of a career in prestidigitation, Mr. Getz. But if anyone's going to take the fall for this, it will be me.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Re: Dom] I ain't giving up on him, G!

Special Agent G. Callen:
You didn't... None of us did.

Eric Beal:
I'm a firm believer that what you drive reflects who you are.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Sam chuckles] Exactly.

Eric Beal:
Whatever.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Looking at G] The way you drive.

Nate Getz:
What Admin Division is encrypted?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
The ones used to cover something confidential.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Take Kensi. [Everyone looks at Sam] Yeah, you heard me. I know you're taking PCH. I'm not sitting in traffic. So, I'll find out everything I can about Yeoman Rush. You two suck exhaust for the next 2 hours.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You suit yourself. Come on Kens. Hey, what do you say we,uh, stop for some donuts.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I love donuts.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You didn't say anything about donuts!

Allison Pritchett:
Street racing's a growing problem. These kids spend more than the car's worth making them go faster. And for what?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[Looking at Allison's purse] Same reason some people spend their morgage payments on their purse, I guess.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I was chasing a suspect.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ah.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Looking at the picture] No. That was - that was our day off. You were late picking me up for the King's game. [to G] No donut, no love.

Mr. Loobertz:
We put the "cool" in school.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Wouldn't that be "chool?"

Mr. Loobertz:
The "h" is silent.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Quietly to himself] I'm in Ell.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You gotta admire their spirit. One tragedy after another, and they just keep moving on.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
You have to otherwise, it eats you alive.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Give me a wrench. [Nate hands her a wrench] Whoa. Easy their cowboy! This baby's suffered enough.

Nate Getz:
Sorry, didn't know you cared so much.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Well, what can I say? Grease is my favorite perfume.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
It's just traffic school. How bad can that be?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Remember thos Libyans that tooks us off their troller?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Really?

Special Agent G. Callen:
The Libyans didn't sing.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
There's singing?

Special Agent G. Callen:
And puppets!

Allison Pritchett:
Tokan was James's idea. None of the guys would race a woman. You know guys and their egos.

Omar Alvarez:
Hey, what about me, huh? I-I got radiation poisoning. Come - come on. I-I need medical attention.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Hey. Hey. Hey. I'm gonna give you two of these, okay? [Drops two pills in Omar's mouth] Better?

Omar Alvarez:
Hey man! Those were breath mints!

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Never underestimate the importance of good oral hygene.

Special Agent G. Callen:
We're only going to get once chance at this.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Hetty enters] Then let's not screw it up. Having said that. I've made some adjustments to the Challenger.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
*My* Challenger?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
It may be your car, Sam. But Uncle Sam pays the gas.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[after finding out Sam's car had been modified] My car?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
From what we've seen, Mr. Callen. You don't seem to need any help.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I figured.

Nick Stringer:
[Refering to Sam's car] What the Hell do you have in that thing, dude?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
So high above your pay grade, you wouldn't recognize the view. How was your flight? Turn over. Turn over!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I hope you guys are better liars out in the street.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Hetty, I'm offended.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Tough. I've removed the supercharger from the Challenger.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Why would you do that?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh geeze. I wonder.

Marty Deeks:
[discovering a terrorist plot to detonate a nuclear weapon] It's 9/11 without knocking down buildings.

Kensi Blye:
[as they're dancing] He's stepping on me.

Marty Deeks:
That's not true. You're just putting your feet underneath mine when I lift them up.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I would love to teach the two of you the traditional Viennese Waltz with each other as partners.

Sam Hanna:
[Sam chuckles] She's kidding.

G. Callen:
...No, she's not.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Agent Hanna, take your partner by the waist - back straight. Do I need to repeat myself.

Eric Beale:
You two owe me big time.

Sam Hanna:
Anything you need.

G. Callen:
Anytime you need it.

Karen Davis:
Somebody was paying Brandon to take a box from Sudan across the ocean into Guatemala, and up here... He said it was like private security work.

Sam Hanna:
If you're sneaking across the border, it's not security work.

Marty Deeks:
[after befriending a wild pig] You see? I know how to let a girl down easy - with respect and honesty.

Kensi Blye:
Yeah, you change your cell phone number.

Marty Deeks:
That's why I don't give them my home address.

Kensi Blye:
Ha. And that's why she like you.

Marty Deeks:
Why's that?

Kensi Blye:
Same species.

Marty Deeks:
[Kensi's captive. Deeks passes by holding a painting seemingly oblivious] Are you digging the art in this place as much as I am? I mean it's cool. It's bold. Why aren't there more cool, you know? Oh there's another one! I wannna show you this one. This is my favorite. [Deeks goes off screen] It's the perfect combination of girls and guns. [Deeks returns with his weapon drawn] Let me make this perfectly clear. If you harm her, this is gonna be your last day on Earth.

Michael Saleh:
Who are you?

Sam Hanna:
[Entering from behind with weapons drawn] Federal Agents! Drop you weapon!

Michael Saleh:
[In recognition] Agent Sam Hanna.

Sam Hanna:
Turn around - slowly.

Nell Jones:
You took a flower from Hetty's desk?

Eric Beale:
She cuts them herself. It's a big bunch. She'll never miss it.

Nell Jones:
Hmmm.

Eric Beale:
I'm doomed, aren't I?

Nell Jones:
You sacrificed yourself to compete with me.

Michael Saleh:
[after being exposed to uranium] Sam, stay back! Stay back.

Sam Hanna:
We're gonna get you to a hospital. Eric, I need an ambulance and a radiological team fast!

Michael Saleh:
Sam, it's in the air. You shouldn't stay here. You should go.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[about Saleh] He didn't want his wife and child to watch him die. So he's returned to Sudan to continue his work with the CIA.

Sam Hanna:
I thought he was compromised. It's not safe for him there.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
It doesn't matter anymore.

G. Callen:
He's using what little life he has left to defend the United States?

Sam Hanna:
Then I'm going there too, Hetty.

G. Callen:
[after Sam leaves for Sudan] You know, I should be with him.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
For now - it's a CIA Task Force... I don't have to tell you to be ready.

G. Callen:
No, you don't.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Of course not.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[after Eric surreptiously returns a flower to Hetty's desk] Mr. Beale.

Eric Beale:
Huh?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I don't like it when you touch my floweres.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Hey, I don't break the rules. I just bend 'em.

Victor Janklow:
I was... Danny's Platoon Sergeant.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
He talked about you a lot.

Victor Janklow:
Yeah, well probably only half of what he told you was true - the bad half.

Nate Getz:
Look, Daniel Zuna was essentially the runt of the warrior's litter, more of a scrapper.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Which is why you never turn your back on a small guy.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[as they're approaching Zuna's house] This is Zuna's place. You want to do the honor?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
What, no key?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well, what's the challenge in that?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Why does everything have to be a challenge for you guys?... Lock has a double cylinder. You saw it coming up the walk.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Pain in the ass, aren't they?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[Kensi opens the door] For some.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I'm still stuck on Wyler.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Stuck. Smitten. Whatever.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
He's hiding behind an alias. He's carrying a weapon. From the moment I saw him, he seem hinky.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam, take him out. Take him out fast. The longer this thing goes on, the better chance he has of getting lucky. Do you hear what I'm telling you?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
G, I'm going to be okay. Trust me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The body versus the mind. There's a fight indeed.

Jason Wyler:
Well, at first, I wasn't too sure about you, but uh, that internet photo thing really sold me. So riddle me this: did you pre-plan that or maybe - maybe that happened in real life?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Crashing in the spare bedroom, is that the best you can do? You were lucky I didn't shoot you.

Jason Wyler:
I was vamping.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[to Scott Davis] He was waiting for you outside the nightclub.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
That's right. We know you were there.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Showing Davis some pictures] And by the length of the mini-skirt on your lady friend, I'm guessing she isn't your wife. If you've got anything you want to say, now would be a *real* good time to say it.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I imagine you're still smarting from where the Chief of Police just ripped you a new one.

Marty Deeks:
How'd you know that?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Because I just experienced something similar from my Director. It seems we need to co-ordinate our operations a little better. My boss wants to assign a liason officer from LAPD. And your boss thinks it's a good idea.

Marty Deeks:
Yeah. You guys don't need a liason officer.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I agree. I told him we already have one. [Hetty gives Deeks an envelope]

Marty Deeks:
[Looking over some papers] Who are you guys?... I mean... I mean how-how-how did you get all this information?... I mean the only thing missing here is...

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Hetty hands him a pen] No need to date it.

Sam Hanna:
[about Deeks] The guy gets shot because he doesn't alter his daily routine. I wanted to make sure he got the memo on personal security. Being this is his first day back.

'G' Callen:
And?

Sam Hanna:
Got tired of waiting for him to leave home. I guess *he* slept through *his* alarm clock.

Kensi Blye:
Better call him then. [Kensi dials Deeks' cellphone]

Sam Hanna:
...That's my bag. [Sam pulls out a cellphone] What the -?

Marty Deeks:
[Deeks enters and takes the phone from Sam] That'd be for me.

'G' Callen:
[after Deeks puts his cellphone in Sam's bag] Who did you pay and how much?

Marty Deeks:
School kid. 20 bucks. [Deeks give Callen 5 behind the back]

Sam Hanna:
I need to take this meeting, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
One step at a time, Mr. Hanna. Don't lose sight of the bigger picture. Our prize is Sadaat, and not just his brother.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The question is: has your real identity been compromised?

Sam Hanna:
That's the question we ask ourselves evertime we pretend to be someone else.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
True. But this man, Fanning, was a dealer in identities. And the last one he was dealing in was yours.

Sam Hanna:
Not mine, Hakeen Fayeed.

'G' Callen:
Sam will do what needs to be done.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And nothing more, Mr. Callen. And if necessary far less. I need to know that he can walk away if that's what's required. This is not about avenging Moe's death.

'G' Callen:
I know that.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Please make sure that he knows that.

'G' Callen:
So how does it feel to be Hetty's asset in Yemen?

Nate Getz:
Dangerous.

'G' Callen:
You okay?

Nate Getz:
Abdul thinks I'm dead. Chances of me running into him are negligible. But we can't take any chances. I only move around at night. Stay out of sight during the day. Which means [Nate tosses Callen some keys] you're on the lunch run.

Abdul Habassa:
Shoot him. [Hands Sam a gun]

Sam Hanna:
...If you want me to do this, then you should trust me and give me a loaded weapon. [Hands the gun back to Abdul] Testing me, Abdul?

Abdul Habassa:
I test everyon, Hakeem. [Fires at Sam with unloaded weapon] You passed. [Abdul loads a bullet into the gun, then shoots one of his men] He failed. Let this be a lesson to all of you, of the importance of this boy. [to Sam] He is now your charge, Hakeem. Guard him with your life.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The minute you can confirm Sadaat's presence. I want the two of you out of harm's way.

'G' Callen:
The boy is here, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Your primary mission, Mr. Callen, is to confirm that Sadaat has joined his brother.

'G' Callen:
Not leaving without the boy. [Callen ends the call]

Eric Beale:
Why give Sam a fake passport and airline ticket to Yemen if you know he's an undercover Federal Agent.

Nell Jones:
It's a trap.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
A captured Federal Agent is a *powerful* propoganda tool. Much more leverage than a 7 year old boy. Eric, I need to talk to Callen. Ms. Blye, alert Nate. Tell him to get the Hell out of that hotel. And Nell, get Director Vance on the phone. Tell him we need that authority and we need it *now*!

Sam Hanna:
Let's go home.

Nate Getz:
I'm staying. There's work to be done in Dubai, or Oman. Hetty wasn't sure which.

'G' Callen:
Well, see ya around Nate.

'G' Callen:
Why'd you hesitate... targeting Abdul?

Sam Hanna:
Wanted to be sure why I was squeezing the trigger.

'G' Callen:
...Moe?... Revenge or justice?

Sam Hanna:
Justice... I hope.

Sam Hanna:
This isn't the way home.

'G' Callen:
Nope. I promised Hetty I'd get her a futah - bright colors.

Sam Hanna:
Better get her two.

G. Callen:
Never commit a crime in a Gremlin.

Sam Hanna:
Driving a Gremlin *is* a crime.

G. Callen:
All right. There must be other toy ponies.

Sam Hanna:
You don't get it. She talks. She flaps her wings. And she responds to 30 commands.

Kensi Blye:
OH! Five more than Deeks.

Marty Deeks:
[Deeks enters] How's that? Talking about me?

Sam Hanna:
Anyone want to hurt you?

Professor Gareth Carlyle:
Yeah, my wife. But she'd use the car bomb. She's Irish. It's a bad joke. She's a bit of a fiery red head, and we're not together any more.

G. Callen:
If Eric can't find it, no one can.

Sam Hanna:
He couldn't find my car either.

Sara Carlyle:
Unfortunately, the commission decided that EMP was a remote possibility. Nothing to worry about.

Kensi Blye:
Our entire country runs on vulnerable electronics.

Sara Carlyle:
But it would cost billions to protect us. My dad's research is good. It's just being ignored.

Marty Deeks:
Whatever happened to keggers and toga parties.

Marty Deeks:
Something tells me that Chester didn't get enough hugs.

Kensi Blye:
Yes, that's exactly where I keep my grenades - next to my crackers.

Kensi Blye:
Did you not take High School Physics?

Marty Deeks:
I was pretty much focused on Marcia de Luka's skirt.

Marty Deeks:
You know what? This isn't going to work. I got shy bladder.

Kensi Blye:
Deeks! Pee or perish!

G. Callen:
Never commit a crime in a Gremlin.

Sam Hanna:
Driving a Gremlin is a crime.

Nell Jones:
Ugh. It's my mom again. She's wondering why everyone's home but me.

Eric Beale:
What do you tell them?

Nell Jones:
Working. I'm a TV News Editor. What about you?

Eric Beale:
Professional Blackjack Player.

Nell Jones:
Really?

Eric Beale:
True - until I got banned from Vegas.

Eric Beale:
Did I just meet your parents?

Nell Jones:
Guess so.

Eric Beale:
What have they heard about me?

Nell Jones:
Well, [Eric's station beeps] Ooo, you got a hit. Better call Sam.

Sam Hanna:
Eric, auction's over. Tell me we got it.

Eric Beale:
Have you ever considered Legos?

Sam Hanna:
How about I break your legos?

Sam Hanna:
25 million people without power.

Kensi Blye:
For how long?

Professor Gareth Carlyle:
A month or two.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
If we're lucky.

G. Callen:
Trust me. There is no Parker Pony in this box. And even if there was, you really going to take it from a needy child?... Really?

Sam Hanna:
I'll leave money in the box, G. I...

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna, should you find yourselves on the roof, there will be no air support. A helicopter would drop like a stone in an EMP. I hope you have a Plan B if you can't stop this thing from firing.

G. Callen:
Sam's working on Plan B.

Sam Hanna:
I'm working on Plan A. You're working on Plan B.

G. Callen:
We're still working on Plan B.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Is that so? Well, I hope it doesn't involve me identifying both of you from your dental records.

G. Callen:
Well, maybe Santa will bring it to her.

Sam Hanna:
Maybe I'll tell her Uncle Callen said he'd get it for her. "It's okay baby girl, Uncle Callen didn't mean to let you down."

Marty Deeks:
That's messed up!

G. Callen:
You wouldn't.

Kensi Blye:
You shouldn't!

Sam Hanna:
Ho ho ho.

Eric Beale:
Guys, you're not going to make it!

G. Callen:
What are you doing?

Sam Hanna:
Using the liquid nitrogen. I want to make sure this blows before it can trigger.

G. Callen:
We're going to have to go to Plan B.

Sam Hanna:
I hate Plan B!

Marty Deeks:
Don't you think it's strange that Callen's a talk radio guy?

G. Callen:
Why's that?

Marty Deeks:
I don't know. I've always kind of considered you more of a - you know a - TV static white noise type of guy.

G. Callen:
I have no idea what you're talking about.

Marty Deeks:
Well, I am a man of mystery.

Kensi Blye:
Mystery or misery?

Kensi Blye:
Speaking of partners, where's Sam? Mr. Always 5 minutes early is late - again.

Marty Deeks:
And he's taken 3 long weekends this month.

Kensi Blye:
You know what that means?

Marty Deeks:
He's in rehearsals for an off Broadway revival of Cats.

G. Callen:
I'll tell him you said that.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Well, on with it.

G. Callen:
On with what?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Your new case, of course.

G. Callen:
Ah

[Everyone heads upstairs. Eric starts downstairs and prepares to whistle. Callen signals him to stop]

G. Callen:
Save it.

Eric Beale:
What? Hetty straight up ganked my whistle?

Kensi Blye:
Don't worry, you're nothing like Dr. Phil.

Marty Deeks:
Thank you.

Kensi Blye:
With that speech impedement, you'd never make it on TV.

Sam Hanna:
Yeah, well Hetty just got me a new coffee maker -except this one takes an extra long time to brew.

G. Callen:
Waiting can be the hardest part. Takes a lot out of you.

Sam Hanna:
The waiting I can deal with. This uh, coffee maker came with a special mug - an incredibly stunning mug.

G. Callen:
That can be tricky, because if you get distracted by the mug...

Sam Hanna:
I know.

G. Callen:
Or if you let things heat up.

Sam Hanna:
I know.

G. Callen:
That's when you get burned.

Kensi Blye:
What are the chances of Maeko Tanaka hiding out in Malibu?

Sam Hanna:
I'd say zero to none.

G. Callen:
Well, we still have to check it out.

Marty Deeks:
Road trip to the 'Bu.

Sam Hanna:
Please don't call it that. It just encourages the people who live there.

Marty Deeks:
But I really want to be a member of the But-tang clan.

Sam Hanna:
[to Kensi] Please make him stop.

Akio Tanaka:
[In Japanese to his cellphone] Maeko. Good morning. There is an American Policeman here who would like to talk with you... No, I don't know why... Humor him.

Sam Hanna:
[In Japanese] You wish I was just a cop.

G. Callen:
[Callen and Sam enter. Hetty's on the phone with Deeks and Kensi watching] I don't like the looks of this.

Marty Deeks:
We'll then you're not going to like the sound of it.

Sam Hanna:
What's going on?

Kensi Blye:
The State Department has suddenly gotten involved in our case, and graciously asked that NCIS stand down.

G. Callen:
Stand down?

Kensi Blye:
Yeah.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
As in withdraw, acquiesce, retrocede, cease and desist.

Marty Deeks:
Your thesaurus runth deep, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And your drawl runth over, Mr. Deeks.

Kensi Blye:
[Watching surveillance video] Wow. Good samaritans do exist in LA, and he's cute too. You think he's a doctor?

Eric Beale:
Just keep watching.

Kensi Blye:
[Kensi groans] I'll never meet anyone, will I?... Really? You guys can't muster up a "lots of fish in the sea" speech? No? All right, let's just concentrate on the case.

G. Callen:
Look who he's up against. Tanaka makes one call and a Federal Investigation is DOA.

Sam Hanna:
Semper Fi. Tanaka and State Department forced us to choose sides. I'll side with the Marine everytime.

G. Callen:
There has to be something you can do about this.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Not if we want to keep our jobs. Director VAnce has me on a *very* short leash. He's even threatened to bring in an Assistant Director to oversee West Coast Operations *just* to keep an eye on us.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
An illegal Japanese immigrant, and the reputation of a former Marine are hardly matters of National Security.

Sam Hanna:
Is that so? A Fire Team is composed of 3 Marines and their leader. 3 Fire Teams make a squad. 3 Squads make s platoon. 3 platoons, a company. And so on, and so one. All the way up to an entire division. But it all starts with one Marine. A SEAL never leaves a man behind. But that's exactly what we're doing.

G. Callen:
You know he's right, Hetty. Maeko is the only person who can prove Connor's innocent. If we let Tanaka get away with this, it's like saying that his money is worth more than an innocent life.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Why do I feel as if my short leash is about to strangle me? You can't go at it - guns blazing. Tanaka is a modern-day Samurai. Which means to pull this off, you guys have to be modern-day ninjas.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ninjas?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
No one can know this was us.

G. Callen:
Who's more discreet than us?

Kensi Blye:
[after Callen opens a small panel for Kensi to escap through] What - am I a contortionist? Don't answer that. [to her communicator] Deeks, that goes *especially* for you.

Marty Deeks:
I just wanna have some beers with my partner.

Kensi Blye:
I can do that.

Marty Deeks:
Yeah? Can you? Partners - just have some burgers, watch the game?

Kensi Blye:
Of course... I'm just one of the guys.

Marty Deeks:
Well, if that's the case, maybe we should hit up a Strip club.

Kensi Blye:
Don't be an idiot.

Marty Deeks:
All right.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Where's Sam?

G. Callen:
He went home to spend time with his family.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ah, that's good. He needs that... especially now.

G. Callen:
[Long pause] What about you? You ever regrett not settling down - and having a family?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I think about it sometimes. Maybe when I'm older. [Hetty chuckles] And you?

G. Callen:
I think I'll keep looking for mine first. Good night, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Good night, Mr. Callen... Good night, Walter.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You need a place to live, Mr. Callen.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I'm staying at Sam's.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Hetty groans] Spare rooms and office couches. Flophouse floors are not conducive to a restful sleep. And I *need* you awake. Someone's gone missing.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Who?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Deeks.

LAPD Detective Frank Scarli:
Emilio Ortega's got a lot of guys out there that would love to whack him. No thought about killing a cop or two either. But he's gonna learn something now. He's gonna learn you can't do this - and not pay for here! Because California isn't Mexica - not yet anyway.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
In your professional opinion, and knowing Mr. Callen as you do, do you think there's any benefit for him in this arrangement?

Nate Getz:
Well, the upside is: it puts him in a home environment with someone he knows and trusts.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And the downside?

Nate Getz:
It puts subtle pressures and strains on their relationship.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Quietly] I've noticed. Mr. Hanna looks like crap.

Nate Getz:
[Nate chuckles] And in the long term: it does nothing to help Callen resolve his issues of abandonment and isolation he's suffered since he was a child. He needs his own place, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Don't we all?

Special Agent G. Callen:
LAPD doesn't want to share.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Well, that's understandable given what transpired with Detective Traynor.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah, they told us to stay out of their way.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Then that's what you should do. Stay out their way, and find Mr. Deeks.

Special Agent G. Callen:
They're not going to like it if they catch us.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Then don't get caught.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'll see what I can do. But I have no jurisdiction over the LAPD. They could simply tell me to bugger off.

Marty Deeks:
Mmhmm. [Deeks chucks] Well I'd like to see them try.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mr. Callen [Cellen enters the bar] I don't take kindly to being tailed.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well, I'm more of a wingman than a tail man.

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Bischop encrypted everyone's name and number. But he *really* should have paid for the security updates. His encryption programs are so last week.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Check for security cameras.

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Have I ever let you down? Don't answer that.

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Decommissioned for years but the old cameras are still standing watch. [Eric chuckles] Our tax dollars at work. Gotta love that bureaucracy

Nate Getz:
You mean the bureaucracy that we work for?

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Like I said love that beauracacy.

Radovan Lazik:
[after his men have beat up Deeks] Look, we don't have to go through this.

Marty Deeks:
Okay, I'm just going to be on my way then. [Deeks tries to walk pas Lazik. One of Lazik's men shoves him back. Lazik punches him]

LAPD Detective Frank Scarli:
So tell me Deeks, how was she in bed?

Marty Deeks:
What did you say? Ask me again. [Deeks pulls out his weapons and aims it Scarli. Deeks speaks very distinctly] Ask me again.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Deeks. Look, he's not worth it.

LAPD Detective Frank Scarli:
Ask me again!... ASK IT AGAIN!

LAPD Detective Frank Scarli:
[after Deeks punches him a few times] You saw that! You all saw that!

Special Agent G. Callen:
I didn't see a thing. See anything Sam?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Not a thing.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Pack a bag, and your passport.

Nate Getz:
I'm sorry?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You're needed.

Nate Getz:
Needed where?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You'll find out when you get there. There's a C-117 leaving in 90 minutes. Transport's outside.

Nate Getz:
But I - uh.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You did say you had no plans. [Nate sighs] Go.

Nate Getz:
Going.

Eric Beal:
I'm not comfortable with authority figures. That's why I do what I do. Computers don't talk back... Well technically, they can. But even then I can manipulate the voice to make it soothing if I want - sexy even.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Too much information.

Eric Beal:
Yeah.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Don't get me wrong, your presense is always valued and even welcomed. And I'd much rather converse with you face-to-face. But let's drop the pretense shall we? The only thing your presense is not going to do is this: change... my... mind.

Leon Vance:
Hetty...

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Leon.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Dom was abducted to exchange for this guy. And they didn't let us know they had him?

Leon Vance:
There was a break down in the system somewhere.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
If we had known about this, we would've...

Leon Vance:
It would have made no difference. Isn't that right Ms. Lange?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
We don't negotiate with terrorists.

Eric Beal:
He's a rat in a trap.

Special Agent G. Callen:
He's a needle in a haystack.

Eric Beal:
But it's a very distinctive needle.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ah the proverbial sound of someone tightrope walking across red tape.

Leon Vance:
And falling.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You seem to be afraid to speak with me privately. Knowing damn well that I won't do this in front of my co-workers. Smart. But ultimately ineffective. I've suffered a lot of losses over the years, Leon. We all have.

Leon Vance:
Yeah.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
But the loss of one of my agents, I cannot withstand. Agent Sullivan was my first, and I swore my *last*. But swearing seems to have proven a hollow gesture, and I'm left with no choice. [Hands Vance an envelope] I thought I'd save Uncle Sam the postage.

Leon Vance:
This isn't over Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Oh, I'm afraid for me it is, Leon.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[to Sam] Being way too quiet amigo. If you don't do or say something worthy of my sarcastic ridicule in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to play nothing but showtunes in the car from now on. And don't think I won't do it.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We also know you tried to help our agent. You gave him a key, didn't you? So he could get away.

Mowahd Dusa:
Did he make it?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Sam shakes his head] Come on. Come on.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[about Hetty] She doesn't just keep things close to the vest. She actually sews them in a vest and covers it with kevlar. Actually thought she'd take it worse. [Leon pulls out the envelope Hetty gave him] Especially considering what happened in '99 with Agent Sullivan. Maybe this time's different... I hope so. This place would fall apart without Hetty.

Leon Vance:
...That it would.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Men. They always find a way to leave you.

Nate Getz:
Thinking about Dom?

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Dom, my father, my ex-boyfriend, my old partner. It's quite a body count, huh?

Nate Getz:
We all lose people we care about.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I know. I'm a text book example right? Girl who can't commit because every man in her life dies.

Nate Getz:
No. You're just human Kensi.

Leon Vance:
This is the exact same letter of resignation you turned in when Agent Sullivan was killed. You just changed the dates. Pencilled in a new one. Hetty, this is unacceptable.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Proving one thing that I always suspected: that I am not cut out for this job.

Leon Vance:
Hetty, you're more cut out for this job than anybody I've ever worked with.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
No. I was never cut out for this. I just happened to have the capacity for it.

Special Agent G. Callen:
You're not... quitting?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
...Resigning. It's different

Special Agent G. Callen:
Not from where I'm standing.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You're gravely mistaken if you think I would let the death of *one* agent influence my occupational choices.

Special Agent G. Callen:
But you are... That's one of the things I love about you... Don't do this.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm afraid... my decision... is final... Mr. Callen.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I brought you here, Mow. You were 7 years old. You remember what I told you?

Mowahd Dusa:
I am your brother. And you are my brother.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
That's right. I'm still your brother.

Mowahd Dusa:
And I yours.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
The window is blowing into the car, not out. The kidnapper fired the shot.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
McGuire wasn't killed in the crossfire. He was executed.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
What are you my mother or something?

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You could use one.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mr. Callen, you're not due back for a month.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I missed your sunny smile, Hetty.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Got a note from your doctor?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
You're my doctor, Nate.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Yeah. I just get to play around inside your head though.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Uh huh.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
How's the rest of you? Aches, pains, insomnia?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah. All of that... before I was shot.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Would I live in a place like this?

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Well, that's why I'm showing you. To see if you would want to live in a place like this.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Does it have a jacuzzi?

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Getting irritated] If it has one, I'm gonna drown you in it!

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You've never gotten a *single* birthday card?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Nope... What? It's not a big deal.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I'm definitely getting you a birthday card this year.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Great. Make sure you put some money in it.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
How about a personality in it?

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
All right. Enough with the look already. I'll go. And I will take our trained expert operational psychologist for back up.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
I love field work. Do I get to carry a gun?

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Yeah. No! I don't think we're expecting a lot of trouble from a grieving family, Nate.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Can I still carry a gun? Wear one of those ankle holsters?... Maybe that'll make me walk funny.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
You already walk funny, Nate.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Oh, it's just that three years, you've never called me "G."

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I't just not a name. It's a letter. Now if you were to tell me what the G stands for.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
No one ever told me.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You feeling lucky?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
After last time, not particularly.

Luis Perez:
Who are you?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Frank Hanley. I'm a lawyer.

Luis Perez:
A lawyer needs a body guard?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
[Callen chuckles slightly] No. Oh, the big guy. Big guy's actually my client. Works in the Defense department. Civilian Analyst.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I heard you callously abandoned us and joined the FBI.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Once was enough.

G. Callen:
Something I can do?

Henrietta Lange:
No. No. This one's stuck squarely in my lap, I'm afrai. Oh it -it's just all a bunch of bureaucratic nonsense anyway. We must take it all with a grain of salt.

G. Callen:
I find that it helps if the salt is followed by a shot of tequila and some lime.

Henrietta Lange:
I like the way you think, Mr. Callen.

Kensi Blye:
Feel free to dazzle me with your detective skills anytime.

Marty Deeks:
Heh. You couldn't handle my skills.

Kensi Blye:
Oh? I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Marty Deeks:
That's classy.

Nell Jones:
Oh, actually, Detective, Hetty asked if she could speak with you... alone.

Kensi Blye:
Ooo. Someone's in trouble

Marty Deeks:
Yeah, right.

Sam Hanna:
Just remember the distress word.

G. Callen:
Yeah. If that doesn't work, just feint a seizure. [Callen and Sam leave]

Marty Deeks:
I'm not in trouble. I'm not in trouble. [Quietly to Kensi] Hey, am I in trouble?

Marty Deeks:
Wow. Heh. I'm uh, I'm flattered - Hetty. Thank you, but I just don't know if this is the right thing for me right now. Well, because I'm a cop. And I think it's more than what I do, it's who I am.

Henrietta Lange:
I understand. But things do change. And uh, when they do, it pays to be ready. Keep it. In case you ever change your mind. I've signed and dated it, so it's ready when you're ready. [Deeks leaves] What about my segway?

Sam Hanna:
[about a bar] Looks like your kind of place.

G. Callen:
Looks like a dive.

Sam Hanna:
Like I said, your kind of place.

Sam Hanna:
[Callen and Sam enter. To Bouncer] Don't get up.

Bouncer:
[Bouncer stands up and blocks their path] Mr. Fallon's busy and you guys need a warrant. So I suggest you turn around and [Bouncer pokes Sam. Sam gets Bouncer into a arm lock and slams him to the bar. Callen continues on]

Sam Hanna:
I said "Don't get up."

Mr. Fallon:
[Callen enters Fallon's room. He's watching videos] Hey! I told you, you need a warrant!

G. Callen:
We had probable cause, and you need a lawyer.

Star:
A lot of people want a better life for themselves, and dream of being someone they're not. Star sounds a lot better than Sarah Anne Shulman from Tunahannock, Pennsylvania.

Marty Deeks:
I don't know about that. Sarah Anne sounds pretty to me.

Star:
Are you two like - together together?

Marty Deeks:
Is it that obvious?

Kensi Blye:
No! We're just partners.

Marty Deeks:
With privilges.

Kensi Blye:
Oh, *definitely* not!

Henrietta Lange:
You know, it's been a *very* long time since I have heard you laugh, Sam. Hell, life itself can be absurd. But you have to embrace it. If you can't smile now, how can you possibly laugh in the face of death?

Sam Hanna:
Hetty, why are you telling me this?

Henrietta Lange:
As a sailor, Sam, you know the importance of a solid anchor. You have your faith, your family, your sense of humor. Mr. Callen doesn't think he needs anyone. He does. He *needs* you. You're his anchor. And I sense there's a storm coming.

Sam Hanna:
Hetty, you're a lot of things, but psychic is one of them. You want to level with me?

Henrietta Lange:
I just did.

Kensi Blye:
[Hetty gives Kensi a gift] Oh, that is the coolest thing I've ever seen.

Henrietta Lange:
I figured you'd like it. Like you it's both feminine and deadly. Therein lies its true value.

Kensi Blye:
You think I'm feminine and deadly?

Henrietta Lange:
Among many things. It's what makes you so good at this job. The true challenge is knowing when to stop.

Kensi Blye:
What do you mean?

Henrietta Lange:
The job. The importance of what we do, the excitement of doing it. It makes it very difficult to give it up. When the day comes for you to hang up your gun...

Kensi Blye:
Oh?

Henrietta Lange:
And it will. You're going to want to come home to something more than a collection of antique weapons.

Kensi Blye:
Unfortuneately, most of the guys I meet... are trying to shoot me.

Henrietta Lange:
Not to worry. Sometimes you find them, or sometimes they find you. You just have to keep your eyes open

Kensi Blye:
[about a gift Hetty gave to Kensi] No, it's just something Hetty's getting rid of.

Marty Deeks:
Really?

Kensi Blye:
Yeah, but you have to be careful. Be - [Deeks triggers the switch revealing the blade]

Marty Deeks:
Mm hmm. You two scare me.

Kensi Blye:
...Good.

G. Callen:
You avoiding me?

Henrietta Lange:
If I wanted to avoid you, Mr. Callen, you wouldn't find me.

Henrietta Lange:
Being in charge *sucks*, Mr. Callen. Everyone looks to you for guidance and answers - even when you have none to give.

G. Callen:
Well, I've never known you to *ever* be at a loss for words.

Henrietta Lange:
The true test of a commander is when is as frightened and confused as those who look up to him. In that moment, when you can't fine it in yourself, you will find it in them. That's leadership.

Sam Hanna:
[Deeks brings in Monty the police dog] You sure that's a police dog and not a specimen.

G. Callen:
Seriously Deeks, at least get him a pair of pants, all right?

Marty Deeks:
Just ignore them, Monty. They're jealous of me too.

Marty Deeks:
One day, Sam, this dog will save your life. I think somebody owes Monty an apology.

Sam Hanna:
Okay. Nice work, mutt.

Kensi Blye:
That's not very nice.

Sam Hanna:
I was talking to Deeks.

Marty Deeks:
Thanks.

G. Callen:
[about Hetty] Why would she be worried about me?

Sam Hanna:
You can be a worrisome guy. [Sam chuckles] She pulled me aside - wanted to talk about it today.

Kensi Blye:
Me too. But not about you. It - we had a real heart-to-heart today - about the future.

Marty Deeks:
Me three. She's talking about things changing.

G. Callen:
Guys. She's putting her affairs in order.

Marine LCPL. Brandon Valdivia:
You're not from around her, are you?

Amy:
Seattle. How'd you know?

Marine LCPL. Brandon Valdivia:
L.A. girls never ask where the money comes from. Gonna take a lap. Catch you, Amy.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
You cannot use the word "connundrum" before 9:30, Hetty.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
[Checking her watch] 9:31 which means Mr. Callen, you're late. And so are you Mr. Hanna.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
And we're investigating because...?

NCIS Special Agent Dominic Vail:
Valdivia's family is tight with their congress man.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The congress man calls Sec Nav. Sec Nav calls the Commandant of the Marine Corps who calls Director Vance. It's the proverbial Pentagon shuffle.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
So you think Hetty was born or made?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Hatched.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
My point is we compliment each other. But I'm natural.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I'm natural, and you're made.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I'm the natural operator.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
If you're a natural, I'm supernatural.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
That doesn't even make sense.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
You're a SEAL.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You've been looking a little pale lately. Maybe you should go.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Uh uh. Too many bullet holes in my, Sam. I'd sink.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I don't date law enforcement.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
[Sam groans] I think you might want to make an exception this time.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam, you know the rule. They go their own handcuffs, I'm out.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Look, I think you're making a mistake. The room service she wants isn't on the menu.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
There was this kid. Jason. He was a couple years older than me. And I lived with him in a foster home. He used to look out for me. Not for any other reason than it was the right thing to do. He used to have me cut these uh "G" names for me. G-money. G-ride. G-force. One night our foster dad got drunk and beat him to death. I felt bad because I didn't do anything to help him. I still do. Who killed Brandon, Alex?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
You hear of good cop/bad cop. This is called bad cop/bad cop. We can do things to you to make waterboarding feel like a spongebath.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Take her out to dinner, after the case is over.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Agent Giordano?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mmhmm. Then take Sam out the next night. You know how he gets.

Marine Sergeant Jerrold 'Pallet' Mulhearn:
You tell me it's the same Navy now that you enlisted in Chief.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I can't say it is. But they still ask the same of us. And that was always good enough for me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Uh, while congratulations are in order. There is one small loose end.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
The money.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
The money... Today, Mr. Callen. Strangely the Treasury wants its money back.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Have you met her yet?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I have not yet met Agent Giordano. But I am under the impression from multiple sources... that you can take her.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I thought Canadians were all supposed to be happy.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Never mistake politeness for contentment.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
[Speaking of the Director] You know, he doesn't believe it for a second. He's *never* going to stop looking for her. Even if he drives a stake through her heart, and buries her. He's still going to wake up in the middle of the night, wondering if she's hiding under his bed. Just... irrational fear, it does... strange things to people

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Well don't worry about it, Dom. Still some things you have to learn on the job.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Yeah, with a knife closely pressed to your ear by a bad guy who is convinced you are a cop.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Know when it's going to be ready?

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
I don't know.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Who knows?

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Hetty.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You want to ask her?

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
You're armed. You ask her.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You're the psychologist.

Operational Psychologist Nate Getz:
Look, I've been trained to profile suspect, and brief you operationally. And with 3 years of college, 2 more to get my Masters and my Doctorate and when it comes to Hetty... clueless.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I don't I - I think I like the boat idea better. I could just kind of sail off.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Do you know how to sail?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
No.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Well that could be a problem.

NCIS Director Leon Vance:
This is one fight Kwai is not going to win. [Vance walks away]

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I think he's met her before.

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Yeah. And she won.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
It's her isn't it? Kwai.

NCIS Director Leon Vance:
Yeah. First met her in Prague, in 1984. Then Tokyo 7 years later. 3 times since then, Sierre Leone, Paris and New York City. She left a body count every time. I should have been in that count in Prague. I was green. I got lucky.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
She you nemesis, Leon?

NCIS Director Leon Vance:
Only if she buries me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Then we must ensure that *doesn't* happen.

Forensic Scientist Abby Sciuto:
All right, I will call you as soon as I find something.

Tech Operator Eric Beal:
Cool. See ya, Abby.

Forensic Scientist Abby Sciuto:
One day, Eric. One day.

NCIS Director Leon Vance:
Do you believe him?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
He's a bureaucrat. Sam thinks I have deep-seated suspcion of them.

NCIS Director Leon Vance:
I'm a bureaucrat, Agent Callen.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I don't have a-a deep-seated suspicion of you, Director.

NCIS Director Leon Vance:
Well, I'm pleased to hear that's the case.

Jimmy Su:
Daniel loved America. He said that one day of happiness here, was worth a hundred days of sadness in our country. I will not relocate. I will not change my name. Do you understand?

NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We get it.

NCIS Director Leon Vance:
Tell me I didn't pass you in the foyer.

Lee Wuan Kai:
No, but close. You haven't changed since New York, Leon.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And the duress word is...?

NCIS Special Agent Dominic Vail:
Uh, uh.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
He who hesistates... is lost, Dominic. In your line of work, dead.

NCIS Special Agent Dominic Vail:
Uh, "shadows."

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
And with the utterance of that single word the cavalry will race to the rescue. Let's hope they don't get caught in traffic.

Special Agent G. Callen:
The FBI's doing the press conference. Announcing the arrest of Troyger and the others.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
And stealing our credit. That was all us. Sam and you and me.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Right. But we don't exist.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
That's why you like your job. Because we don't exist.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I like my job because I never have to do press conferences.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Oh. Well, it's true you have a face better for radio.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
You know, it's not the loneliness I fear.

Special Agent G. Callen:
But you are scared of something.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Yes. Spilling everying I know. All my secrets being blathered out into a world that should *never* hear them. So when the time comes, as you put it, there is something you can do. You can smother me with a pillow. Make sure it's synthetic. I'm allergic to feathers.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Ok.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Everyone received a list of potential recruits, and everyone has returned his reccommendation, but you.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We don't need a new recruit. Dom is missing, not dead.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm not trying to replace Agent Vail. I'm trying to give the team support it needs until his return.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm sorry I had bothered you with this.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You're not bothering me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
My mistake. My experience has been that your need to get in the last word is a sign of annoyance.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Well?

Nate Getz:
Oh, I think she's delightful. And um, extremely dangerous. She's suffering from Alzheimers. She remembers the 60's and 70's in vivid detail. But has memory lapses about more recent events.

Special Agent G. Callen:
All right. Well, it is one thing to forget to feed your dog. It's another when you forget security protocols and you're dealing with bioweapons.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
In fact it is the deadliest substance known to man.

Eric Beal:
So the housewives of Beverly Hills should be classified as biochemical weapons.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Hetty, any suggestions on getting Dallas?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Yes. I suggest we don't have this conversation. Forget diamonds, in this business, plausible deniability is a girl's best friend.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Mr. Callen, a moment. [Goes to her office]

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
She puts on her rubber gloves, run!

Special Agent G. Callen:
[Enters Hetty's office] Hetty, I appreciate the concern, but I draw the line at turning my head and coughing.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam sees the glass as half full. I see it as half empty. That's why we make a great team. Kensi, on the other hand, just drinks right out of the bottle. Nate wonders why it has to be glass. And Eric usually breaks the glass by putting his feet up on the table.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Oh great, he's not just a terrorist, he's a telemarketer.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
That's almost worse.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?

Nate Getz:
Oh, I don't know. Let's see. Sam gets made. They kill him. Then you, Kensi and the others storm the place and the Dutchman releases the toxin killing all of you and half of Los Angeles.

Special Agent G. Callen, Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Which half?

Nate Getz:
I'm going to go brief the Director.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[after Sam injects G] Ow! You know I hate needles!

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
It's the antidote, G. I just saved your life.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I don't get a warning?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Oh? Now I gotta warn you to save your life?

Eric Beal:
[about an arms dealer they suspect has engineered a bioweapon] This guy has more aliases than Callan.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I doubt it.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I like my job because I never have to do press conferences.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Well, it's true, you do have a face that's better for radio.

'G' Callen:
Sam sees the glass as half full. I see it as half empty. That's why we make a good team. Kensi, on the other hand, just drinks right out of the bottle, Nate wonders why it has to be glass, and Eric usually breaks the glass by putting his feet up on the table.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Now 1st how is our elderly bioweaponeer Esther Balmore?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Getting her medical evalation.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Good!

Special Agent G. Callen:
That was 1st. What's 2nd?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Ah your partner, Sam has been reluctant to weigh in on the selections for temporary agent.

Special Agent G. Callen:
Sam doesn't play well with others and he doesn't like to share his toys.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[to Sam] You're not ready? Take longer to get dressed than Kensi.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[annoyed] I've been ready for five minutes!

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
[after recalling a childhood memory] That's the Black Sea.

Sam Hanna:
Yes, it is.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I always assumed it was the Pacific - California.

Sam Hanna:
You do know where we are?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Romania.

Eric Beale:
No food or beverages in Ops.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
Who says?

Eric Beale:
Doesn't seem right.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
She's not here, Eric.

Eric Beale:
No, she's not.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
She resigned.

Eric Beale:
Yes, she did.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
She's somewhere in Eastern Europe.

Eric Beale:
Most likely.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
She has zero control over what you do. What you say or what rules you choose to break. [Nell puts a bag of cookies down]

Eric Beale:
And yet... [Eric sips his coffee] Did you say "Oreos?"

Alexa Comescu:
You tried to save this one [Indicating a picture of Callen] by bringing me evidence he is dead.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Call it a final attempt to end the bloodshed between his family and yours.

Alexa Comescu:
I'm sure you knew it must fail. Which leaves me to wonder, Henrietta Lange, why exactly did you come?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
I remembered... a woman - my mother. They shot her.

Eric Beale:
What now? [realizing the file's encrypted]

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
Zulu November Tango 1179. The uh, Director's access code.

Eric Beale:
We could get fired.

NCIS Analyst Nell Jones:
Your computer.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
What do we do?

Sam Hanna:
[about Hunter] Having her in the house changes the plan.

NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye:
[Chuckling] We have a plan?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah. Kill them all!

Marty Deeks:
[Deeks runs into the shop] I got three prisoners!

Sam Hanna:
Where?

Marty Deeks:
Right behind me!

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
He was given his grandfather's name - Callen?

Alexa Comescu:
Yes.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
What about his first name? You know - what it is?

Alexa Comescu:
...What is this thing you did that was so bad that you must come to my house and *die* to make amends?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
...It's not what I did... It's what I didn't do. What I couldn't do. Save her. Save his mother.

Leon Vance:
Officially, we only have one agent in that part of the world.

Nell Jones:
Of course, Director. That's obviously what you came to tell us.

Leon Vance:
You're a long way from home, Agent Callen.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Heh. A couple of days ago, I would've agreed with you. Right now I'm not so sure.

Leon Vance:
How's your team?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Not my team.

Leon Vance:
Hetty's team then.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
We're fine.

Leon Vance:
Agent Callen do you have a plan?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
[Callen sighs] I gave up being an agent when I turned in my badge.

Leon Vance:
You didn't turn in your badge. You mistakenly left it on Hetty's desk. I put it in her desk for safekeeping. Do you have a plan?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Yeah.

Leon Vance:
Enlighten me.

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Save Hetty.

Leon Vance:
Carry on, Agent Callen.

Lauren Hunter:
When did you trust me?

NCIS Special Agent G. Callen:
Not until you pulled the trigger.

Special Agent G. Callen:
So we bust in on some terrrorists, they pop on a red nose and you're gonna freeze up on me?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I reveal a vulnerable part of myself and you mock me?

Special Agent G. Callen:
Hell yeah!

Nell Jones:
Commander Jason Rehme literally holds the keys to the Navy's Classified Kingdom in his head. To call Jason Rehme a computer tech is to call...

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Lady Gaga just a singer.

LAPD Liason Officer Marty Deeks:
...Still lovin' the Gaga, huh?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Her mom died?

Commander Jason Rehme:
4 years ago. How did you know that?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Divorcee's don't normall have pics of the ex all over the house.

Commander Jason Rehme:
I don't know these guys. Navy born and bred. I trust NCIS. Is there any way you can stay on this?

Special Agent G. Callen:
It's no longer our jurisdiction.

Commander Jason Rehme:
I lost my wife. I can't lose my child. Please.

Special Agent G. Callen:
I understand, but there's nothing we can...

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
We'll see what we can do.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I'm taking a leave of absence.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
That's very dramatic. Sam, don't turn your back on me. I would *never* do that to you. Find her.

Vanessa Maragos:
He might be a lof of things, but Andre couldn't do something like that to a young girl.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
I agree. I don't think he did it. But I don't think he was home last night either. And I bet you'd like to know where he was. Was your husband home last night.

Vanessa Maragos:
[Long pause. Then Kensi starts to leave] Wait, I didn't give you my answer.

Special Agent Kensi Blye:
Yeah, you did.

Special Agent G. Callen:
[after reading Sam's file] He never said anything.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
In our line of work, we're all haunted by nightmares. Stay close to your partner.

Navy Seal Bryan Dickerson:
The best thing I can do for you is - is die fast.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Try to take a breath.

Navy Seal Bryan Dickerson:
I save you, [Dickerson groans] you save someone else. That's how it's supposed to work.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
I said "Take a breath!"

Navy Seal Bryan Dickerson:
Sam, you would do the same for me.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
You know what really scares me?

Special Agent G. Callen:
You mean besides clowns?

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Losing my partner.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Trained in wilderness survival, G. I know what poison oak looks like. [Callen shakes his head] It's on my butt, isn't it?

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Yes it is, Mr. Hanna. And there's nothing like a good *thick* slathering of calomine. Remove your pants. [Hetty puts on rubber gloves] I won't look. I had to do this for Ollie North in Nicaragua - twice. The man really was an ass. [Hetty turns around. G and Sam are gone] Mr Hanna. Mr. Callen. Gentlemen?

Marty Deeks:
[Kensi's eating her breakfast] You want to talk about it?

Kensi Blye:
No.

Marty Deeks:
We're - we're here to listen.

Kensi Blye:
No, I'm fine.

Sam Hanna:
Let her eat her feelings in peace.

Sam Hanna:
You should've told me.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
That's precisely why I didn't.

Sam Hanna:
Moe isn't trained for this. He shouldn't be in there alone.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
He isn't in there alone. You underestimate me, Mr. Hanna. One of our best people is in there with him. Uh, Eric, ISP number 579.72.351.462. Access camera 7.

Eric Beale:
Okay.

Nell Jones:
Where is this?

Eric Beale:
Oakville Federal Prison.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
I'm sure Nate is more than capable of this.

Nell Jones:
Hi Nate.

Nate Getz:
Hi Nell.

Eric Beale:
You two know each other?

Nate Getz:
...We go back a few years.

Mowadh Dusa:
Sam... it's my only way out.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Moe...

Mowadh Dusa:
You say we're just like brothers. Let me do this. Please brother.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Huh. A Prussan hassar. Lead, hand painted. Older than I am if I'm not mistaken. Significance?

Special Agent G. Callen:
When I was a kid, a man at a beach handed me a toy soldier like that. It brought the memory.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
A message from somone in your past.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Stakes just went up.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
Yes they did.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Not even a postcard.

Nate Getz:
I send one every month. Check Hetty's desk drawer. It's good to see you, Sam.

Special Agent Sam Hanna:
Good to see you too.

Nate Getz:
It's Sam. He's always looked out for everyone. He sees himself as the protector. He would die for any one of us without giving the slightest thought for himself.

Henrietta 'Hetty' Lange:
This is about Moe, isn't it?