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♪ NCIS: LA 4x21 ♪ Resurrection Original Air Date on April 23, 2013
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What?
Why?
You're giving me late notice on this,
but I'll try to figure out something.
Say it ain't so.
It's so.
But you've got a plan.
Up and running.
All right, if Sam clears his throat any harder,
he's gonna break a hip.
Kensi. Yeah?
What are you doing Saturday night?
Uh...
nothing. I mean...
Why?
G got tickets to the Clippers game.
My babysitter flaked out on me.
His wife's out of the country.
You want me to babysit?
Now that you mention it.
That is a great idea. Uh...
We'll do it.
What? Yep.
No, I want you at least 500 feet away from my kids, minimal.
What are you talking about? I'm great with kids.
Yeah. See, I'm not. Kids and me-- we don't mix.
Wait. What?
Are you one of those people that hates kids?
Hate's a strong word.
Well, you clearly don't like them.
No... You hate my kids?
Oh, gosh, Sam, no.
Wow. You hate my kids.
No. This...
changes everything.
What? What does it change?
You're a hater.
No, Sam...
A kid hater.
Wow.
Uh...!
Eric, I don't hate kids.
Sure, you don't.
This is Miguel Barbosa.
He's the kingpin of the Barbosa cartel in Tijuana, Mexico.
Seems like every time we take one of these guys down,
another five grow in their place.
Each one worse than the next.
Barbosa was gunned down in a high-noon shootout
with local law enforcement in Tijuana, Mexico.
Wow, big catch.
Well, they were backed by Americans.
Navy kept Barbosa's reinforcements
from arriving on the water,
and DEA added firepower on the ground.
"But..."
But Barbosa's corpse
was stolen upon arrival at the morgue.
That's common with the cartels.
Deprives law enforcement of a trophy
and allows them to bury their own.
The shooter knew this corpse was coming in.
How long was he waiting in the container?
There.
Shooter got there two hours before the body.
He knew the gunfight was gonna happen
and Barbosa was gonna get smoked.
Sounds like our side has a leak.
SECNAV agrees.
That's why he assigned us the case.
Find the leak, track down Barbosa's body.
Who ran this op at the DEA?
Uh, Agent John Ness.
He's with the L.A. office. Should be expecting us.
And Tijuana police have a high-value informant
who's an expert on the Barbosa cartel,
but they'll only release information on him in person
and on their own turf.
All right, we'll speak with Ness.
Why don't you guys head down to Tijuana,
see if this informant has any idea where the body went?
Well, Kensi should be fine,
unless, of course, the informant is a child.
And yet I've managed to get along with you this entire time.
Touché.
You guys have plans this weekend?
Yep. Yep.
Oh.
Good-bye, Clippers game.
Can I be of assistance, gentlemen?
Nope. We're good.
File on Ness indicates he's a serious guy.
Practically lives at the office.
Can't be bought.
An old-school gunslinger type.
Yeah, I heard about him.
He used to run counter-narcotics ops
back in the '90s, Latin America.
His call sign was "Ahab""
He's an obsessive guy.
Agents Callen and Hanna?
That's us. You Agent Ness?
One and only.
How you doing? Good.
How's it going? Good.
So, does SECNAV really think
I got Barbosa stuffed and mounted in my office?
Not exactly.
Because I think it's a damn good idea.
It's too bad the cartels got their hands on him before I did.
Let's go talk in here.
We're not interrogating you, Ness.
Maybe I'm interrogating you.
It doesn't have
to be like this.
If we're talking about Miguel Barbosa, it does.
Hope you don't mind if I have a seat.
I stay standing longer than five minutes,
my back goes into spasms.
You chased him for over ten years, huh?
Ten years, three months, 21 days.
Most of it in the field, the rest of it behind a desk
after Barbosa tried to kill me and failed.
He's recording this session, G.
Look, Ness, the Navy's not doubting you.
In fact, we'd like your help.
You know this case isn't officially closed
until we locate Barbosa's body, right?
My men were on site when he was killed.
I was following the op in real time and received pictures
of his dead face from the scene,
which I confirmed.
My keepsake.
Does that give you closure?
After the car bomb, I woke up in a hospital bed in Mexico City.
Told me I lost my leg.
Then they told me about my wife.
I called Miguel Barbosa from my bed,
and I told him, "I will never stop coming.
"Take my other leg.
"Take everything I have, pal.
But in the end, I'm gonna get you."
We'll keep in touch, Agent Ness.
You know where to find me.
Thank you.
Buenas noches, señorita.
Hey. Huh?
Vámonos, cowboy.
God, I love Mexico.
Seriously, this place has got
four of my favorite things.
It's got cheap beer, it's got great surf,
it's got, obviously, beautiful women,
it's got sombreros.
Stay sexy.
No me gusta.
So, how are we supposed
to recognize this, uh, police contact of ours?
His department didn't give us his name
or the name of his high-value informant.
S.O.P. in cartel country. Thanks.
But he knows what we look like. Wow, that is fantastic.
Kid's not so bad.
There's that word again-- "kid""
Deeks... You really don't like them?
I didn't exactly have the ideal upbringing.
Maybe I don't want to put a kid through that, too.
Okay, you really want to do this?
You want to have the crappy-childhood contest with me?
You and I get to see how dark this world is getting
on a daily basis.
Why would I want to bring a child into that?
Fair enough, but, you know, this isn't to be shocking,
but you don't have to do it alone.
I mean, it takes two people.
And if you didn't know that, I could demonstrate for you.
I just need, like, a cape, some tequila.
Agent Blye, Detective Deeks?
Sanchez, Tijuana PD.
Sanchez...
how do you feel about children?
Cops don't banter down here. All right.
Barbosa may be dead, but we're still living
in a war zone.
Where's your informant?
The kid? His name is Javier.
My team...
I'll get him. Move!
Moving!
Hey!
Get down!
Exfil out the back door!
You got to get better groupies.
If I'd known this is what it took to get across the border,
I would have tried getting shot a long time ago.
Relax, man, relax.
What's your name, amigo?
Javier.
And I probably speak better English than you, amigo.
No argument there.
I want a lawyer.
Yeah, might be one back at the cantina with those shooters.
We can always dump you back there, Javier.
Listen, we're on your side, desperado.
Then why can't I have a lawyer?
Because I said so.
Did you just drop the
"because I said so" bomb on him?
So, what if I did? What do you mean, "What if I did?"
What, are you gonna send him to his room next?
Excuse me? Take away his milk money?
Whoa... Why are you guys arguing?
We're not arguing. We're not arguing.
We are having a discussion.
Why don't you just work on that ten and two?
Oh, what?
Ten and two, ten and two. Yeah?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Put your hands on the wheel.
Lady's crazy, dude.
Kind of reminds me of my mom.
Listen, I know this is hard to believe,
but I guarantee you're safer with us
than you are anyplace else.
I never committed a crime.
I never hurt anyone, I swear.
So why'd those guys come after you?
Okay. Thank you.
NSA says there's been no Barbosa-related chatter.
Everyone's laying low.
Could mean something big's going down.
Same with the Mexican Federales.
If somebody knows about the hit, nobody's talking.
Hey.
What did you guys pick up on the singer?
His name is Javier Ramos.
And he's not just a singer.
He's a cartel celebrity.
A narcocorrida.
Minstrels for the drug cartel.
They make music that glorifies criminals like Barbosa.
Like folk singers for the Mexican underworld.
Javier was Barbosa's personal songwriter and performer.
So who stands to gain by killing Javier?
Well, this cartel had some problems.
Barbosa's right-hand man wanted to take over.
Pedro Moreno.
Their men were taking sides.
It was going to be civil war,
but Barbosa was killed before it could start.
Civil war would have been ugly.
May have been some Barbosa loyalists left,
Javier's songs glorified him.
Those people in Mexico take their narco music seriously.
Maybe seriously enough to turn Barbosa into a martyr.
Moreno killing Javier would be the final nail
in Barbosa's coffin.
End his legacy forever.
You guys, go home.
Get some sleep.
All right. Good night. Thanks. Night.
Good night.
I don't know.
What do you think?
I think we need to talk to Ahab again.
This has been a memorable adventure.
Are we almost there yet?
He asked you that like ten minutes ago.
Yeah, welcome to my life.
Maybe we can just pull over for like a half a second.
I think I saw a cactus with my name on it.
Seriously, Deeks, again?
Unless you want me to pee in a bottle...
again.
All right.
Hey. Damn it. Enjoy.
Look, I...
I don't know why those guys wanted to kill me.
Honest.
They didn't want to kill you.
If they wanted to, you'd be dead.
Okay?
They shot Detective Sanchez first.
And then they took shots at me and then my partner.
Never you-- they wanted you alive.
She's right-- somebody wants an audience
with you pretty bad, and I don't think it's to sing
"Hava Nagila" at their kid's Bar Mitzvah.
I'm not a snitch.
Okay. Fine.
Don't say anything.
I was Miguel Barbosa's best friend.
Here he is.
You guys mind making some room?
Sure. Thanks.
How's it going?
You boys hungry?
Kitchen makes a mean mac and cheese.
We're good, thanks. Sean.
Give me two orders of mac and cheese
for my sailor friends here.
An attempt was made on Javier Ramos's life
last night in Tijuana.
Dance with the devil, you're gonna smell like brimstone.
Javier was a cartel groupie-- his songs make kids want
to grow up with gold-plated A.K.'s.
Pedro Moreno was part of Barbosa's entourage, too.
They were about to go to war.
Any reason you could think of that Moreno
would want Javier to join Barbosa in the afterlife?
You first, Sam.
You're crazy.
There's no way I'm putting this garbage in my body.
Come on, eat up while I think. I'm actually allergic to dairy.
Oh, since when?
Since... that thing.
What thing? That thing.
Allergic.
I have to pass.
I'm gluten-free.
What the hell's gluten?
I'm pretty sure there's nothing gluten in there.
To answer your question,
Barbosa was a megalomaniac.
Which means the only reason Moreno would
even go after Javier would be to...
Ness?
Ness.
Agent Ness.
Get a medic.
Agent Ness!
I don't think this is a heart attack, G.
Secure every exit-- no one leaves this building.
Yes, sir.
He's dead.
What do you got?
Kitchen staff reported one missing cook's uniform.
Security cams didn't catch any unauthorized visitors
coming or going.
Killer's a pro.
Yeah, forensics team says he was killed
by an aconitine toxin.
Yeah, monkshood plant.
Guns and knives in a federal building get assassins caught.
Vegetation...
not so much. Mm-hmm.
Well, with Ness dead, we only have
one reliable Barbosa source left.
Any chance of finding the leak or the stolen body,
it's gonna come down to one guy.
Narcocorrida.
Javier.
Ever heard of DEA Agent John Ness?
Sure.
He's Barbosa's worst nightmare.
He has this obsession with catching him.
Had an obsession.
Ness was killed inside his own office building
less than a half hour ago.
Poisoned, killer escaped.
Ness is an expert on Barbosa.
I mean, that's kind of like you, right?
You don't think your cantina adventure
and the Ness hit were connected?
I-I don't know.
Someone's tying up Barbosa's loose ends.
You're the last one left.
We just need a name, desperado.
Okay, you want to talk about Barbosa's enemies
inside the cartel-- what about Pedro Moreno?
Moreno?
He's just a psycho.
Barbosa was more than that.
I was singing for pesos on the street when he found me.
Took me in, bought me a new guitar that same day.
He wanted me to sing "Happy Birthday" to his mother.
He even let me keep that guitar afterwards.
So, he discovered you?
Nobody ever gave me anything before.
My dad was killed in a cartel crossfire
when I was a little boy.
Barbosa took me in.
And you paid him back by singing narcocorridas
that would make him a living legend in Mexico.
We'd talk about music for hours.
His ideas for lyrics.
The things Barbosa had seen and done on his rise to the throne.
I heard his hopes,
his dreams, his fears.
And you got another father.
I lost my father, too.
He was an amazing man.
My dad wasn't an amazing man.
He was actually kind of a terrible human being.
But that didn't mean that I didn't miss him
in some weird way after he was gone.
And I think my point is that I understand what it's like
to have conflicted emotions about your father.
Barbosa was a monster to most people.
Nobody can ever replace a father, but he was who I had.
It feels like you're the first people
I've ever met who get that.
It sounds like Kensi and Deeks are making
some progress on Javier.
Let's go.
Not so fast, gentlemen.
Here to put out fires, Hetty?
Put out fires?
This is an inferno
to make Dante Alighieri blush.
How bad's the fallout?
Bad, very bad.
As a matter of fact, SECNAV and the DEA director
want to hear your after-action report on Ness's murder.
SECNAV needs to know that we don't have
that kind of time right now.
Well, you can tell him yourself, Mr. Hanna.
He's upstairs
right now.
SECNAV is on site?
On site and unhappy.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks
will just have to wait for you.
That's okay. I-I'll go upstairs and debrief them.
Go to the boatshed. I'll catch up.
I'm not gonna send you to the lions alone.
I work with Granger on a daily basis.
Lions are just another day at the office.
Go, Mr. Callen, before the inferno grows.
I'm good.
All right.
What was the last thing
you remember discussing with Barbosa?
Anything can help us, Javier.
Lately he was obsessed with the idea of immortality.
Living forever?
No.
Being raised from the dead.
Resurrection.
He'd sip tequila and smoke cigars
out on his deck.
Talk all night about the Savior's second coming.
Was Barbosa a religious man?
No.
He just liked the drama of it.
See, his enemies would think they killed him
and sleep soundly that night.
And come morning, all the world would know
that Miguel Barbosa rose from the grave
and brought hell along with him.
Sounds like a song.
It was.
I called it "Resurrection."
When Barbosa heard it, he told me
never play it for anybody else, ever again.
And why do you think he said that?
He was a great guy.
A little crazy, but...
he said it would ruin the surprise
when he really did come back from the dead.
We'll be back.
You thinking what we're thinking?
Barbosa's alive.
You done with the debriefing?
Just getting started.
They gave me a break before we get back into it.
Ness was in line for assistant directorship at the DEA.
They want to know every detail about his death.
Callen, Federales sent us photos of the Barbosa shoot-out.
Throw it up.
We think Barbosa may have staged his own death.
Now, Ness verified these photos,
but he's been emotionally involved in the case
for over ten years.
He could've gotten too close.
Maybe he wanted Barbosa dead so bad he got tricked.
Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein used look-alikes as decoys.
It's not like he doesn't have the resources.
Barbosa has a lot of money and a lot less overhead.
He had a limited window of time.
Once officials ran the DNA and the prints on this body,
they'd realize it wasn't the real deal.
So they steal the body from the morgue.
It's gotten to be so routine with the cartels
that no one thinks twice about it.
Why don't you reach out to the DEA and the CIA.
Have them keep a close eye for any communications
to Barbosa's family
or his top lieutenants. Okay.
I got to get back. Keep me in the loop.
I will.
You are sorely missed.
I could always... Keep walking, Mr. Hanna.
Barbosa's alive, Hetty.
This whole ruse makes total sense.
In a cartel power struggle,
the smartest move would be for all his enemies
to assume that he's deceased.
And it gives him the element of surprise
to move against Moreno.
Unfortunately,
Moreno's not the only one
Barbosa hoped would let down his guard.
Ness.
These guys are as brutal
as the Chechens or the Serbians ever were.
I'm afraid it's more than brutality
we have to be concerned with.
Mr. Barbosa has gone to extraordinary lengths
to lay out the board to his advantage.
Our next move has to be made with extreme care.
We'll find him. We must.
Otherwise, Agent Ness will have died for nothing.
The joke that Barbosa made to you about resurrection...
We don't think that was a joke.
You think it was Barbosa
that sent someone after me in the cantina?
Well, we don't know that for sure.
Could've been Moreno.
If Barbosa's alive...
he'll know I'm here.
I can't go back to México.
Even here, I'm...
We can put you in a WITSEC program.
That's short for...
Witness Protection.
There's satellites in México.
I've seen the shows.
You'd live under a new name,
a new identity.
It'll be a new start.
But you can never contact your friends and family again.
So I guess that rules out a record deal.
Look, this isn't as simple as me giving up my lifelong dream
for guaranteed safety. There are no guarantees.
Barbosa has people everywhere.
And in everything.
You're absolutely right.
There have been cases
where the program was compromised.
There is another option.
Help us go after him.
If we get Barbosa, he'll be placed in Supermax:
the highest level security prison in the country.
Even the top criminals and terrorists in the world
are pretty much powerless once they're inside.
So, that would be the end of it?
We're not gonna lie to you, Javier.
We all know there are no guarantees
with cartels.
But...
I like your odds a whole lot better.
And obviously going after Barbosa's gonna be risky.
And we're gonna have to put you in harm's way.
But you will never leave our sight.
I'll tell you what, why don't we give you,
uh, some time to think about it.
I don't like this, Mr. Callen. I don't like it one bit.
Hetty...
Trying to lure out Barbosa
not only puts Javier's life in danger,
but also Ms. Blye
and Mr. Deeks. If Javier agrees to do it--
and there's no guarantee that he will--
this is our only chance at bringing down Barbosa.
Bringing down Barbosa won't shut down the cartel's operation.
It just makes it easier for his rivals to take control.
And then it's back to business as usual.
Exactly. You just made my point for me, Mr. Callen.
Right.
But... consider this, Hetty:
You could have said the same thing about the Mafia
in New York City in the '80s.
But it took more than ten years of RICO indictments
and much blood spilled on both sides.
And look at New York today.
The Mob no longer has a stranglehold on the city.
Hetty, we have to keep at it.
People deserve the right to see their spouses off to work
and their children off to school without worrying
about them coming home in a body bag.
It's probably the most important decision of his life.
Yeah, we're gonna do everything we can
to make sure he stays safe no matter what he chooses.
We can't hold ourselves responsible
for the consequences of his decision.
Really?
What? It is his decision.
It's not like we weren't honest with him.
He's not a kid.
Oh, please. I shudder at the thought
of your decision-making skills when you were that age.
I'll have you know
I was actually very mature for my age. Mh-hmm.
Probably as mature as a drunken 20-something-year-old
in a Girls Gone Wild video.
Wow. Do you know those based on vicarious viewings
or is it something much more first-hand?
Touché. Bad example.
'Cause I got my credit card ready and the pause button...
Hey, moving on.
That's not much of a decision, if you ask me.
What do you mean?
Going into WITSEC with Barbosa still at large?
Most WITSEC cases go without incident.
Yeah, but those odds go way down when you're talking about
Mexican drug cartel snitches.
Okay, and what are his odds if we dangle him
like a worm on a hook in front of a barracuda?
Yeah, I guess they both kind of suck.
Yeah, they both kind of do.
You think we pushed him too hard?
Maybe.
Guys.
What do you got, Eric?
Word got out on the street that Javier's being taken to WITSEC.
You got that sweet silver Range Rover?
Keeping back nicely.
Yeah, but he's been with us for the last three
random turns that you've made.
I told you he's got people everywhere.
Turn here.
Good timing, Deeks.
I make a point
of wearing my gold Rolex to my garbage man job.
Get down!
Kens!
Stay down!
Get down. Javier!
Javier! Javier!
Damn it!
Deeks!
He's gone!
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Fuera.
Javier!
Hello, Mr. Barbosa.
It seems rumors of your death have been greatly exaggerated.
Looks like the undercover op
with the garbage truck was a success.
Let's not pat ourselves on the back just yet, Ms. Jones.
Mr. Barbosa may be alive, but I'm afraid Javier
may not be for very much longer.
Okay, Javier's GPS has them at 9th and Grand.
Kensi and Deeks are both in position.
Eric, we got one security camera
facing the parking lot and one guy at the door.
We're heading to the fire escape. You ready? Go.
Show us how good you've gotten.
Maybe I can start singing that resurrection ballad now.
Your humor translates well.
Tell me, who was it that got you?
FBI?
Homeland Security?
NCIS-- U.S. Navy.
But I didn't say anything to them.
No? No.
I'm sure you said something.
"Hello."
"Where's the bathroom?"
"Can I get a coffee?"
Well, yeah, yeah, maybe a little bit, but I-I...
Stop babbling.
Do they know I'm alive?
No.
I didn't know you were alive.
How could I tell them?
Did I imply that you did?
Would you tell them, had you known?
No.
It's not that I don't believe you, Javier.
It's just that sometimes, when people talk,
maybe you say something you don't mean to.
With all the questions and the pressure,
sometimes maybe a little something slips out.
Maybe you don't realize it at the time
or you forget because of all the, uh...
Confusion?
Confusion.
No.
No, I-I swear.
I didn't say anything.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
No. Miguel!
Miguel, we're friends!
We're... we're friends.
You are closer to me than anyone, Javier.
That's more than a man like me can afford.
No.
No!
Mr. Beale?
A few technical difficulties.
Well, I suggest you fix them now.
Barbosa...
I survived.
Ness?
I'm never going to stop coming.
You could take my other leg.
You could take everything I got, pal.
But in the end,
I'm going to get you.
You're dead.
I'll finish the job myself, then spit on your wife's grave!
How is it that Ness is still alive?
You said the poison worked.
Finish the job!
You son of a bitch.
You're dead.
You hear me?
I don't care how many times I have to kill you!
Can you keep him on the phone, Mr. Beale?
I could only cut together
so much of Callen and Ness's conversation
before it became conspicuously repetitive.
Where do we go, Eric?
You're looking for double doors.
Two of his men are still with Barbosa and Javier.
Callen, you're about to get some company.
Sorry that it's come to this.
Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye, Javier is out of time.
Shoot! Do it!
It was the only way, Javier.
I had to test your loyalty.
I was never going to kill you.
You understand?
Javier, he's lying.
That's what he does.
You know that now.
No.
You're like a son to me.
You know that.
You have to trust me.
Okay? You trust me?
We're going to leave now, okay?
Let's go. Sorry.
Javier, you did good.
You did good.
I got you.
Was it the longest debrief ever?
One day somebody might offer me a desk job--
if I accept it, you have permission to shoot me on sight.
Done.
Javier make it back to Mexico?
On his way now.
Now that his singing career is over,
it's a fresh new start.
Why is it over? Barbosa and his closest guys are dead,
he's young and talented...
And his record label is a drug cartel.
He should be applying to colleges.
That's right, that's what I'm saying--
he's got other options besides narcocorrido,
you know what I mean? I'm sure that Mexico
has their own version of The Voice.
That's what you came up with?
I'll have you know
that the winners end up broke a year later.
Did you get a sitter?
No. Out of luck.
You're gonna have to take
someone else to the Clippers game.
Where's Paris Summerskill these days?
She's in Des Moines.
I'll do it.
You will?
I'll do it.
What changed your mind?
Yeah, what changed your mind?
Besides the fantasy of little Martys running to and fro.
God...
I don't know.
Just helping Javier...
it felt different.
Felt good. Wow.
This...
changes everything.
Thank you, Kensi.
I do have one condition, though.
Name it.
Deeks helps me watch your kids.
What?!
Look, I am taking a leap here
with this babysitting thing.
It would be really nice to have my partner there
to back me up.
That is, if he takes me up on it.
You want to play house?
They want to play house, Sam.
At your house, when you're not there.
Oh, yeah?
I have nanny cams.
Everywhere.
That's okay, 'cause I do some of my best work on camera.
Oh, thank you for an image I will never be able
to get out of my head.
Is that so wrong? I'm just getting it done.
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They grow up so fast.