[distant siren blaring]
[siren passing]
[entry bell jingles]
[indistinct voices]
Thanks a lot. Y'all have a good evening.
[entry bell jingles]
♪
[shouting]
Go, go, go, go, go! [tires screeching]
MAN: Y'all right? Y'all good?
MAN 2: Oh, man!
[man shouting]
[sighs]: Oh...
[chuckles]: Oh, man.
Ha.
Do I have to remind you of the nunchaku incident?
You get hurt, you're driving yourself to the E.R.
That's all I'm saying.
Freeze right there.
This is yours?
Yes. [snaps fingers]
It's my dragonhead kwan dao.
You know, one of the 18 arms of wushu.
What's that, like those little Chinese dumplings?
I love that stuff.
No, 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 them.
CALLEN: No doubt.
I mean, you never know when a horde of murderous Mongols
are gonna come galloping over Laurel Canyon.
[chuckling]
[whistle blowing]
All hands on deck.
You gave him a whistle?
Oh, do I look as if I've gone daft?
I'd sooner give a chain saw to a spider monkey.
At least I took his Segway away.
I'll speak to Mr. Beale.
Sooner than later,
okay, because the next time he toots that thing,
he won't be using his lips.
Maybe you can use your wushu dragon breath.
Dragonhead kwan dao.
Ah...
Marine Gunnery Sergeant Wendell Dobbs.
Dobbs was promoted to a job in logistics 18 months ago,
after his second tour in Anbar Province, Iraq.
SAM: That's a lot of entry wounds.
Some serious lead-slinging.
What were they using?
AK-47s, multiples.
Most popular gun in every conflict
around the world, but still very rare in the U.S.
Eric, do we have any video footage on the shooting?
ERIC: Got this from the supermarket security camera.
The plates were stolen,
but I've got Kaleidoscope looking for the vehicles.
Well, they probably stole the vehicles for the drive-by
so they could dump and torch them after.
Rewind it back to the shooting.
Dropped the magazine.
Mags typically aren't expendable.
So they're either sloppy...
Or very well-equipped.
Where the hell are they getting Kalashnikovs with extra mags?
Gang violence in the military is an ongoing problem,
and SECNAV is pushing hard
to rout out any and all offenders,
but I don't see any indications of gang ties
in Wendell Dobbs' Service Record Book.
LAPD said there's an escalating war
between the gangs-- a lot of jockeying for drug turf.
Yeah,
where an edge in firepower makes a big difference.
Dobbs was in uniform,
so it's unlikely a case of mistaken identity.
He clearly wasn't a random victim.
He was targeted. Question is: why?
How do we want to play it? I'll go put in
a call to Dobbs' C.O. and his medical officer.
I'll swing by the crime scene, see if I can track down
any witnesses who are willing to talk.
Well, looks like we're going to pay our respects
to the family.
NCIS.
May we speak with you, sir?
Come in.
Thank you.
Proudest day of my life--
when Wendell graduated from boot camp.
Did your son have any enemies
you were aware of, Mr. Dobbs?
Yeah, some terrorists in Fallujah and Abu Ghraib.
Any old relationships
that could have come back to haunt him?
Meaning what?
He was an ideal son and an outstanding Marine.
CALLEN: We're not trying to disrespect your son, sir.
We're just trying to find and prosecute his killers.
And you'd better find them before I do.
[engine idling outside] [knocking at door]
Pardon me, gentlemen.
[hip-hop plays in distance]
Where's Lil' Mac D?
I need to talk to him.
Get out of my house, before I throw you out.
Hey, cool your ass, old man, before I...
Before you what?
You might want to think about what you're doing.
You best tell Lil' Mac D we're looking for him.
Let's roll.
[hip-hop continues]
[camera shutter snaps]
Move it, move it.
Sorry about that.
Who's Lil' Mac D?
I assume they mean my younger son, James.
I mean, kids don't go by their given names anymore.
It's always Lil' this, Doggy that, Mac Daddy Love Handles.
It's ridiculous.
Wendell has a brother?
Yeah-- James.
Wendell was his rock...
but when he went to the war,
James got in with the wrong crowd.
Wendell left a job he loved--
leading his Marines in battle--
to take a non-deployable billet back here,
just to help James and me.
I was diagnosed with diabetes six months ago,
but I told him I don't need a nursemaid.
[sighs]
A man should never outlive his children.
[engine revs, tires screech]
Get down!
[automatic gunfire]
SAM: Stay down!
[tires screeching]
CALLEN: You okay, sir?
MR. DOBBS: I'm okay. I'm okay.
[grunts]
You good?
Good.
A champagne-colored Chevy Impala lowrider.
Thanks, Eric.
Oh, and call me if you get any IDs
on that other picture I sent you.
Thanks.
"G," found this on the fridge.
Suntiago Equipment, Inc.
Looks like a pay stub with James' name on it.
7.62 by 39.
That's the same weapons and ammo that killed Wendell.
They're firing cheap reloads.
Maybe the Taliban's having a sale.
MR. DOBBS: Thanks, Officer.
What's Suntiago Equipment, Inc.?
That's where James works.
It's a heavy equipment outfit--
backhoes, bulldozers, that sort of thing.
They're out by the airport.
Why would James' gang want Wendell dead?
I don't know what any of this is about.
It may be best if you stay elsewhere for a few days.
We'll find somewhere safe for you to stay.
Hell, no.
This is my house. Hell, I've been living here longer
than most of those punks have been alive.
I'm not leaving, unless it's in a body bag.
Just find my son
before something bad happens to him, too.
We're trying, sir.
I ran Callen's covert little happy snap
against our and LAPD's databases.
Rashad Hollander,
aka Slide, dishonorably discharged from the Army in 2007
for...
Let me guess: gang activity.
Bingo.
Huh, managed to compile a pretty impressive rap sheet since then.
As has Wendell's prodigal brother, James.
Well, James seems like a petty thief,
whereas Hollander appears to be well on his way
to becoming a full-fledged sociopath.
Both Rashad "Slide" Hollander and...
James "Lil' Mac D" Dobbs have links
to the 82nd Street Black Posse.
They've been expanding into the territories of rival gangs
with increasing violence.
So what does this have to do with our
stellar Marine, Wendell Dobbs?
That's the part we haven't figured out yet.
[indistinct voices]
CALLEN: Check out the Humvees.
SAM: Looks like they've seen some action.
Something tells me we need to play this on the down-low.
I think I just became James' cousin.
I'll buy that.
Hey, guys, your supervisor around?
That guy.
Excuse me. How you doing?
Keith Dobbs.
This is my buddy, Ernie.
Ronnie Miller.
How can I help you gentlemen?
I'm looking for my cousin, James-- James Dobbs.
That'd make two of us. Your cousin hasn't been here
since Friday. You know, he's gonna be
looking for a new job if he doesn't check in soon.
His brother was killed last night.
Wendell?
You know James' brother?
A little.
I gave James the job as a favor to Wendell. What happened?
Looks like it was a drive-by shooting,
but, uh, police are still looking into it.
Oh, man.
That's messed up.
I'm so sorry.
CALLEN: That's cool you gave him the job as a favor.
Yeah, well,
it was the least I could do.
Wendell had a big part
in helping me secure my military contract.
He wanted to keep the jobs in California.
I was the lowest bid in the state.
You see the Humvees.
I inspect and repair the vehicles coming back
to U.S. bases from Iraq and Afghanistan.
They take some serious abuse
in the desert over there,
so we get them back in shape for service here.
It's been a real godsend in this economy.
You have any idea where we can find James?
We're really worried about him.
Not a clue.
Any coworkers or friends, buddies?
I don't know.
He was my night watchman,
so, to be honest, I never saw him.
CALLEN: You bring back weapons
and stuff, too?
No, just vehicles.
Humvees, mostly.
Why do you ask? CALLEN: Just curious.
Well, thanks.
I appreciate it. Hey...
again, my condolences, huh?
Take care. Thanks.
Ernie?
Do I look like an Ernie?
So a Marine gets his brother a job
with a company that refurbishes
equipment from the war.
Then that same Marine is gunned down
by gangbangers armed with AK-47s.
Seems to me these Humvees aren't the only things
being brought back from Iraq.
Yeah, it sounds like Wendell's figured out a way
to supply L.A. gangs with Kalishnikov rifles.
Hmm.
Think we better have Eric check this place out.
And Ronnie Miller.
We got to get to James before anybody else does.
Well, he can't go home.
And forget about the streets,
especially with your own gang after you.
He's got to be holed up somewhere.
Well, his brother got him the job here.
Maybe he was always looking out for him.
No place safer
than big brother's house.
[elevator bell dings]
[sighs]
[TV playing indistinctly]
TV's on.
If he's hiding, he's not going to answer.
Not even for one of Wendell's old buddies?
[TV continues playing indistinctly]
Wendell?
It's Gordie, baby. What's up?
I got your Xbox.
[laughs]
I got to tell you, I'm getting pretty good at Call of Duty.
[gun hammer cocks] Easy!
Easy. D-Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
[grunts]
Who the hell are you?
I'm Gordie. Gordon? Gordo. Uh, you're James, right?
What the hell are you doing here?
I-I'm-I'm just here to see your brother.
Yeah? Where's the Xbox, then?
Federal agent!
Gordo?
And you were complaining about Ernie?
Who killed your brother, James?
You don't have anything to be afraid of.
We're here to help. I'm not afraid of anything.
So why were you hiding out at your brother's place?
I wasn't hiding. I was chillin'.
Your brother's dead,
and your boys put about 30 rounds
in your father's house this morning
with me and my partner inside.
And you were just chillin'?
Where are Slide and the gang getting their guns?
I don't know.
Was your brother Wendell using Suntiago Equipment
to smuggle weapons to the gang?
No way. Wendell was clean. He was a war hero.
You can't say nothing bad about my brother.
CALLEN: No?
But you can dishonor him
by acting like some punk-ass thug, huh?
SAM: What about the owner
of Suntiago Equipment, Ronnie Miller?
Is he bringing in the guns? Look, man,
I don't know anything about no guns, okay?
So stop sweatin' me.
CALLEN: Okay.
Let me ask you a question.
If you're so tough, why didn't you enlist?
Your old man did. Your brother did.
What were you? Scared?
I tried, okay?
I tried.
I got a heart murmur.
I don't feel it.
I didn't even know that it was there, but they...
well, they wouldn't let me in because of it.
[sighs]
Look, James,
we both know your gang buddies killed your brother Wendell.
Why?
I don't know.
Why are you protecting them?
I'm not protecting nobody but myself.
See, where I come from,
you're either a gang member or you a gang victim.
And my brother--
well, he couldn't be looking out for me
when he was off fighting in the war.
You hungry?
You like Thai food?
I'm thinking Thai.
Sure.
Thai food?
Want to shed a little light here, Sam?
Maybe he doesn't know anything.
Maybe.
Maybe he does.
Look, he doesn't want to talk,
but he hasn't asked for a lawyer, either.
He knows he's safer here than anywhere else.
Because he knows who killed his brother.
He does, Sam.
But this goes way beyond murder.
We have a gunny sergeant
who may be supplying automatic weapons to L.A. gangs.
He's going to tell us.
He just needs a little more time.
Well, the more time it takes, the more likely
his gang buddies are to start using those AKs again.
When that gets out...
Then maybe we need to be out looking for them
instead of leaning on this kid.
Let him spend some time with Nate.
Look, if you want to keep questioning him,
that's cool, but I'm heading back to Ops.
[computer trilling]
You know I don't like people sneaking up on me, Hetty.
I tread lightly.
I don't sneak.
Are there any new developments?
No.
And what about our unfortunate Gunny Dobbs?
Still trying to convince James
to tell us about his brother's killers
and where they're getting their guns from.
Moe and Dom, and now this young man.
This one isn't hitting too close to home, is it?
The problem isn't Moe, Dom, or James.
It's the other ten million.
You know what the leading cause
of death for young black men in this country is?
Homicide.
That's right.
Usually at the hands of another young man with a gun.
You can't take it upon yourself to save all of them.
No.
But at least I can save this one.
Sam?
In the last six months... Uh-huh.
...Suntiago Equipment has repaired
and refurbished hundreds of vehicles returning
from Iraq and Afghanistan. Mm.
All of which came back via military air transport,
of course, effectively bypassing customs.
No customs check?
No, and it wouldn't be too hard to fill those vehicles up
with black-market weapons before shipping them home.
So Gunny Dobbs helped Suntiago Equipment
get the Humvee contract, then got James a job there
as the night watchman.
Eric, tell them what you found
on our friend Ronnie Miller.
It's not only what I found, but what I didn't find.
Ronnie Miller used to be Royad Markovic.
KENSI: Serb?
Maybe changed his name to sound more American?
Royad Markovic died in '89.
SAM: By the time we get a warrant
to search Suntiago Equipment
and Ronnie Miller's personal residence,
any evidence could be long gone.
What about
a FISA warrant?
You're going to try and claim this
under a Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act warrant?
Well, why not?
AK-47s are a foreign weapon.
They're bought on the black market.
They're smuggled into the country.
Their profits are probably being used
for terrorist activities, no?
Okay. I'll buy that.
I-I thought you were staying with James.
Well, I figured I'd let Nate have a crack at him
so we could, uh, work on some other angles.
Checked the whole yard.
There's nothing.
I told you people.
I run a legitimate operation here.
I don't import weapons.
If it's legitimate, then why'd you change your name?
America's a melting pot.
I wanted to melt in.
And what about the real Royad Markovic?
The one who died in Zagreb?
Royad was a friend of mine, a business partner.
We had our own heavy equipment business,
but he was killed in the war.
I was bankrupt,
so I came here, and I started over.
A new country, a new life.
This isn't sounding good for you, Ronnie.
[phone ringing]
What do you got, Eric?
ERIC: There's been a gang shootout downtown.
They were using automatic weapons.
PILOT 1: TB Two is inbound
to the crime scene south of downtown.
PILOT 2: Uh, TB Two, Police Three.
Please maintain 1,500 or above.
PILOT 1: Wilco on the altitude.
PILOT 2: Uh, Shop Three-Two-Four,
be advised we have Code 20 overhead.
PILOT 3: PB Three, perimeter is secure.
County coroner is on the scene, for 17 victims.
You're good for Code Four.
PILOT 2: Roger that.
We'll take a last look and depart the area.
PILOT 3: Thanks for your help.
AK-47 mag.
[indistinct voices]
...a number of bystanders were caught in the crossfire.
The death toll stands at four...
[garbled radio transmissions]
It's one of the gangbangers from Dobbs's house.
The one that knocked on the door.
CALLEN: Looks like our gang war is heating up.
I'm guessing a couple of these guys
are friends of yours.
What happened?
Same thing that's going to happen
to you-- maybe your father--
if we don't take care of this right here, right now.
How?
By telling us where we can find who's responsible for this,
where they're getting their weapons.
I told you, I don't know.
They shot your brother with AK-47s--
pumped about a pound of lead into his body--
and you don't even have the guts
to tell me who else was in that car?
You want to know who else was in the car
the night my brother got killed?
You really want to know?
It was me.
Yeah, that's right.
I was there. I saw it.
I saw everything.
[sighs]
Slide said that, uh...
he wanted to show me something.
And he did.
He made me watch as they gunned Wendell down.
[distorted]: Wendell! No!
[glass shattering]
No! No!
Why?
Why'd they do that?
Wendell wanted me out of the gang
and away from Suntiago Equipment.
Slide didn't like him interfering.
Interfering with what?
Is Ronnie Miller bringing the guns in through his company?
I-I don't know, all right?
I just work the gate at night.
When Slide found out, he got real interested and...
he just... he told me to let him in sometimes.
To do what?
I mean, I guess steal stuff, you know?
That's what I thought they were doing.
You don't know. No.
I just work the gate.
I don't ask questions, and they don't tell me.
And your boss didn't know what Slide was doing.
No, and neither did my brother.
I didn't think it was anything big, though.
I just thought Wendell was overreacting.
Now he's dead, and I'm next.
We'll protect you.
You can't protect me any better than my brother could.
SAM: You're right.
Because 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
and whether you're going to run or fight.
Now, you choose to stick with Slide and his gang,
you'll wind up dead, just like JJ.
Try running from Slide and his crew,
and you'll probably wind up dead, too.
Because they're going to 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.
What makes you think you can take
Slide's gang down when the cops can't?
We're not cops.
REPORTER: ...in Los Angeles with a shootout earlier this morning
outside an illegal Hollywood after-hours club.
Two men, believed to be members of a Colombian drug cartel,
were riddled with automatic gunfire
while sitting in their car.
James is the only way to get
to the gang that killed his brother.
Look, Slide-- Rashad Hollander-- is extremely dangerous,
and after this morning's shootout, he's going to be
even more paranoid and jumpy,
which is going to make him more prone to violence.
Which is why we have to act now-- get those killers
and their automatic weapons off the street.
Okay. What's to say Slide doesn't kill James
the moment he sees him? He's your only witness
in any of this.
Slide's already lost three guys,
including JJ, who was his right-hand man.
He's in a turf war with the Mexicans and the Colombians.
He's going to take all the help he can get.
Look, I know you guys are going to do it anyway,
but I just want it on the record
that I think this op has an unacceptable risk level.
There are too many dangerous variables,
especially with this short of a setup.
That said, I hope you kick some ass.
I'll prep James. I'll get Eric
working on the tech spread.
I'll download some more profiles on Slide.
Maybe there's something there you can use.
Thanks, Nate.
You want to be briefed on this?
I don't know. Do I?
I can run it by Director Vance, if you'd prefer.
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 autonomously."
You're the first line of defense?
Yeah. You got to get by me first.
[chuckles]
And Mr. Hanna? Will be as safe
as we can manage, as will James.
Bring them both back, hmm?
Go with God, Mr. Callen--
or whoever it is who watches over you.
I have a guardian angel.
She's tiny, but very tough.
♪
CALLEN: All right, Sam's button cam is up.
Where are we with the schematics on this building, Eric?
The building's old. I'm not sure they're
even available, but I'm trying.
[rifle pumping]
Long time, no see,
Lil' Mac D.
Well, looky here.
Mr. Night Watchman.
We all been wondering where Lil' Mac D been hiding.
Turns out the little bitch was on his honeymoon.
Uh...
yo, this is my cousin, Sam.
Just got out here from New York.
[grunts]
I don't care if he's your imaginary friend.
You shouldn't have brought him here.
Your cousin, huh?
Where's your little white girlfriend at, cuz?
He's my parole officer.
[Slide laughing]
Parole officer.
We got us a genuine badass here.
JAMES: Sam did four years up in New York.
Sing Sing. That supposed to impress me?
I'm looking for some work, man. Try Burger King.
James said you was...
Man, shut the hell up. I ain't talking to you.
I've been calling you, Lil' Mac D.
Uh, yeah, you know, I've been, uh...
I've just been dealing with my brother's funeral
and, uh... and stuff. Hmm...
I heard about JJ.
Yeah?
You hear how many Mexicans we smoked?
Yeah. And the Colombians.
Tore them up.
They was all like... [mocking grunts and groans]
[laughter]
Think you can run with the big dogs, cuz?
What you think, Tiny?
He don't want none.
[scoffs]
Let's see what you got.
[grunting and groaning]
It's okay. They're just jumping him in.
[grunting and groaning]
[distorted audio, static]
Eric, we lost our feed.
Yeah, yeah. I'm working on it.
These things aren't indestructible.
Neither is Sam.
[grunting and groaning]
What's up, big man?
What's up? What's up?
[grunts]
[laughing]
[yelling]
That's enough! [groaning]
I said that's enough!
[groaning, wheezing]
You just got owned, fat boy.
Welcome to the clique.
CALLEN: Eric, talk to me. ERIC: Camera's been damaged.
I'm trying to get the picture back up.
I need to know what's happening in there, Eric.
At least get me audio. I'm trying.
Yo, you need to go to work, man.
What about my cousin?
Got a job for him, too.
Let's go, man. Get the hell out of here.
Let's go! Let's go!
Callen.
James is leaving.
CALLEN: James is on the move, Eric.
Where are they taking him?
It's okay.
If they wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead.
SLIDE: Look at that.
Yeah.
Puppet.
Tiny.
That's some serious firepower.
You got some more?
Fool, you know how hard it is to get these?
I thought maybe you guys were selling them.
You thought wrong. Where you get these?
Craigslist.
Hope you got a good price. Nice and cheap.
And why's that?
'Cause they look like the real deal,
but they're actually knockoffs.
That's why butterfingers here
is having a problem locking in his clip.
What makes you such an expert?
I used to move guns.
Yeah? Yeah.
What you think I was in jail for?
And I bet that ammo you're using is crappy reloads, too.
Seriously. I think you got ripped off.
I wouldn't fire one of those.
It's more likely to blow up and kill you.
Fool, we've been busting these like freaking Rambo.
It ain't no problem.
Not yet. But how many rounds went through there?
I bet it's less than three clips.
Just wait.
Well, you don't have to worry about that.
'Cause you ain't getting one.
I swear to God, Tiny,
if your uncle jacked us on these,
I'm driving to Miami myself to kill him.
You got these from Miami?
That's right.
My uncle Boney got six of 'em from South America.
SLIDE: Would you shut up, Tiny?
You could drive.
Let's go.
CALLEN: If these guys mount a 50-cal
on that thing, I'm going to retire.
Eric, they're in a Humvee.
I'll try to stay on them with the traffic cams.
CALLEN: Alert LAPD and Highway Patrol.
I don't want anyone pulling that Humvee over.
Yo, Lil' Mac D, open the gate!
Eric, we're at Suntiago Equipment.
Look over there.
Check out those Humvees.
You see anything?
No, lost them behind the Humvee.
Eric, Kensi and I are going in.
We need additional backups at Suntiago.
Nobody leaves this lot.
I got it.
PUPPET: Hey, yo, I got something.
SLIDE: That's just bloodstains.
Keep looking.
This it right here! 622!
[engine sputtering]
Come on, man. Hurry up!
I think it's dead. You're gonna flood it, man.
Look-look-look out, man.
[engine sputtering]
Come on, man!
You know anything about Humvees?
I know enough to steal 'em.
You think you could get this thing started?
Why don't we try another one?
Because I want this one. Why?
What's so special about this one?
What's it got, like satellite radio or something?
Look, can you get it started or not?
Probably be easier to call Triple-A.
[pumping barrel]
Probably be easier if I just shot you in your head.
[pumping rifle barrels]
I doubt that'd get this started.
[engine sputtering]
It's the battery.
Open the hood.
It's under the passenger seat.
SLIDE: Now, how you know that?
You an expert on Humvees, too?
Like I said,
I know enough to steal 'em. I spent 20 minutes one night
trying to find the battery on one of these things.
Now, you want me to get this started or not?
I'm need some heavy-duty jumper cables.
Well, go find some cables, man.
You, too! Both of y'all. Go!
Now, man!
Eric.
Did our backups just drive right by us?
Impossible. They're nowhere near you yet.
Well, then we've got company.
What the hell is this?
How am I supposed to know? It's your party.
You! Get out of the car now!
Tiny, check it for jumper cables.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Shut up and get on the ground!
You're on my property! [groans]
I got jumper cables!
Hook 'em up.
Take it.
Now's your chance to get some street cred.
Kill him.
We start shooting out here, the cops will be all over us.
We'll never get out of here.
What make you think you getting out of here?
[engine starts] Puppet.
Swap out the Humvees.
Time to man up, boy.
You killed my brother.
Don't do it, James.
Put the gun down.
Do it.
Pull the trigger.
That's what I thought.
You can't do it.
Yo, Puppet, come here and smoke this sorry piece of...
Drop the guns!
Federal agents! Drop your weapons!
Get down!
[bullets ricocheting]
[groans]
[tires squeal]
Go! Go!
[pumping barrel]
[groans] [tires squeal]
[panting]
You good?
Right as rain.
Hey.
Good job.
Showed the same sort of courage
your father and brother did as Marines.
They would both be proud of you.
Thanks, man.
[drill whirring]
SAM: Not much more of this Humvee we can pull apart.
[grunts]
Bingo.
[Sam grunts]
Looks like heroin.
It's about a kilo.
HETTY: May I?
Sure.
Fresh from the poppy fields.
We thought Slide was using
his overseas connections to smuggle in guns.
Turns out it was drugs.
Packed away nicely into Humvees
coming back from Afghanistan.
So, James would let them into the compound,
then they'd swap out the Humvee stashed with the drugs
for one of their own.
A foolproof plan Gunny Dobbs stumbled upon.
We send our young men to slay the terrorist dragon,
and what do we get back,
but the dragon we were sent to slay.
It's hard to believe,
but it was a beautiful country once upon a time.
You've been to Afghanistan?
I spent a wonderful Christmas there in the Bamian Valley
with a local Pashtun family.
CALLEN: When was that?
Well, it must have been, uh... 1979.
Didn't the Russians invade Afghanistan
Christmas 1979?
Ah.
So they did, Mr. Callen.
My mistake.
I meant 1978.
Of course you did.
How silly of me.
HETTY: Oh, dear.
Whoo-ee!