Episode:Little Angels/Transcript

	So, Amanda. Tell us a little bit about yourself.
AMANDA:	Um, I'm 14. I like to run. And... I love Beyoncé, you have a boyfriend?
	I don't know.
	What do you mean?
	Come on. Do I?
	Yeah. Definitely. If you want. Amanda. Daddy?
	Hi, Commander Rehme.
	You're videotaping my daughter in a hot tub?
	It's not like that.
	Get out of here. Now.
	Yes, sir.
	You should go to bed.
	Daniel? Daniel. Daniel, are you there? Daddy? (Muffled gasping) Help me! Help! (Sobbing) Help me! (Pounding on wall) Oh, no! No, no, no... no, no. (Pounding on wall) Help me!
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	I mean, that really exists? I thought that was some urban legend. I didn't think people actually had that. I do. You're really afraid of clowns. Yeah. What kind of clowns are we talking about? Clowns like Deeks? Or clowns like, uh... no, real clowns. Orange hair. Fat-toed shoes. So, we bust in on some terrorists, they pop on a red nose, and you're gonna freeze up on me? I reveal a vulnerable part of myself, and you mock me? Hell, yeah. Well, I have chaetophobia. Fear of hair? Impressive. Gold star for the new girl. Way to go, Nell. I didn't see that in your "Romancing the One" profile. How did you know that I... I do now. Go, Deeks. Well, you'll never find it. It's an alias. Starting off the relationship with a lie? How's that ever going to lead to true love? Are you afraid of all hair? Back hair. Shaggy back hair. On men specifically. It's... I shouldn't have brought it up. You really shouldn't have. You got me out of the clown thing. Oh! Charlene St. James? Is that your, uh, pOrn star cover? How did you find that? No, no, no, Deeks. Don't do this. Dentures, hoarders, prison records. Setting the bar pretty high there, huh? Deeks. Martial arts, techno music, and first dates at the zoo. Don't most animals have hair on their backs? That's how she faces her fears. (Wolf whistle) Ladies and gentlemen, make haste. Let's move it, Charlene. Commander Jason Rehme designs and maintains the cryptographic logons used by the department of naval personnel with the highest security clearance. He's a computer tech. No, no. I know this guy. Read all his stuff. 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... Lady Gaga just a singer. Still lovin' the gaga, huh? Commander Jason Rehme is missing. He had a department meeting at 06:00. He never showed. He hasn't answered any calls, texts or e-mails. He'd be a prime target for both domestic and international terrorists. So as of 0600, we are compromised. He's been missing for an hour and a half. Send me his last known whereabouts. Let's move. Detective Deeks? I will always love the Gaga. (Birds singing) (Doorbell chimes) (Doorknob jiggling) Door's locked. Kensi, Deeks. Let's go. NCIS! No one here. Still warm. Someone made coffee. Coffee could have been on a timer. Bed was slept in. No sign of a mom living in the house. He's got a daughter, though. Amanda, 14. Guys, I found blood. No drops. Smearing, like somebody was dragged towards the woods. Property backs up to Angeles national forest. Blood starts here. I found the commander. It's my daughter's. I upset her last night. I went looking for her. In the woods? She goes running on the trails in the morning. You don't run in flip-flops. (Sighs) Why didn't you call the cops? Once you get in the woods, there's no cell service. I wanted to find her quickly. What was your fight about? (Sighs) She had a boy over. It was stupid. I made him leave. The boy's name? Daniel something. Daniel Proffer. (Speed-dials) Her mom died? Four years ago. How did you know that? Divorcees don't normally have pictures of their ex all over the house. I just wanted to tell her I was sorry. You can tell her when we find her. The, uh, forest service is calling in all the rangers, they'll start a search. (Phone buzzing) Daniel, the boyfriend, was home in bed. I got agents heading over to confirm. What is it? It says it's from Amanda, but it's not her email address. It's a web link to a video. It's linked to my email. Oh, God. See if Eric can get a trace on this. Done. Oh, no. No. (Grunting) (Shot fires) (Man speaking Serbian) (Coughing) (Chains rattling) FBI Agent rand, Sam Hanna. Hey. Is the father secure? He shouldn't see this. Commander Rehme's outside with our agents. Play it. (Typing, beeping) Three other girls have been kidnapped and left to die in boxes buried underground. Two of the girls' bodies were found, but one was never recovered. I remember this. You got this guy. Yeah, we did. Two years ago. Lucas Maragos. He's serving three consecutive life sentences at the U. S. penitentiary at Victorville. Maragos would send the video to the parents of the girls. He got off on torturing their families. Can you bring our video up here? The video we got is a dead ringer for these. Look at the killer's hands. Same blue surgical gloves. Then we have a copycat. Were these tapes released publicly? They were used as evidence during the trial, so there was access. What if Maragos has a partner? There was no evidence of a partner. But I'll go back through the files and see if any names pop up in connection with him. (Gasping, coughs) Dickerson! I need you to hold this match. Dickerson (Grunting): okay. Don't let it go out. We only got three left. I'm going to push the top. Try to bend it open. (Straining with exertion) (Wood creaking) (Grunting forcefully) The FBI will take it from here. Thanks, guys. (Sighs) Can I talk to you? Of course. I don't know these guys. I'm Navy, born and bred. I trust NCIS. Is there a way you can stay on this? It's no longer our jurisdiction.
	I lost my wife. I can't lose my child. Please. I understand. But there's nothing... We'll see what we can do. You want to tell me what that was all about? Sam, talk to me. Why did you tell him that? Because that's what I'm going to do. I want to stay on the abduction case. It doesn't fall within our purview, Mr. Hanna. Because that's what why did I'm going to do. I think it does. The guy's a copycat. Commander Jason Rehme is the gatekeeper for all of the Navy's classified information. While the FBI is running around looking for a killer, the commander could be being blackmailed into providing access to top secret information. That's an interesting theory. I'm taking a leave of absence. That's very dramatic. Sam, please don't turn your back on me. I would never do that to you. Find her. The Angeles national forest is close to 650, 000 acres. If Amanda is buried somewhere in there, finding her is going to be next to impossible. What about infrared off a satellite? If she's buried, her body temperature is dropping. It's not going to work. What's this? Equestrian Center. There are horse trails here. Uh, there's a kids' camp here, only open in the summer. Can you bring up the kidnapper's video again? Yeah. These are three FBI videos and Amanda's. The M. O. Is really consistent. The same camera angle, same size boxes. Same blue surgical gloves. I swear whoever did this to the first three girls is the same person who's got Amanda. Searching the nearest surveillance cams, we got a black '09 Chevy Malibu possibly headed from the park at 4:30 A. M. Can't see the driver. No plates. Somebody's hiding something. It's got a Fender bender on the rear driver's side. '09 is new. You'd make an insurance claim. I got two matches in the L. A. area. One, the insurance photos don't match. The other looks like our car. All right, it's leased to Galea shipping. They're a Greek company that operates out of the port of L. A. Oh, this one is assigned to the President of the company. Whoa. What is it? The President of the company is Andre Maragos. He's the brother of Lucas Maragos. The guy convicted of the first three murders. Deeks, can you get out to U. S. penitentiary at Victorville and... Talk to Lucas Maragos, see if I can make some sense of this? Done. Now, according to FBI files, all the boxes were buried at the same depth, and the dimensions of the boxes were exactly the same. Calculating the remaining oxygen... Amanda's got about nine hours to live. (Setting timer) I want a countdown on screen... Nine hours. I want it on the big monitors with her picture. I want everybody in the office to see it. (Timer beeping) (Speed-dials) Eric, you get anything off the security camera? No go, it's a closed circuit, and the alarm company indicates no recorders. Thanks. May I help you? Federal agents to see Mr. Maragos. Kensi, hang back, then see if you can find the Malibu. Nice place. This way, please. You men are federal agents? Mr. Maragos, do you drive a black Malibu? No. What is this about? Your company Galea shipping leases a Chevy Malibu that may have been photographed near the scene of a crime. My company leases probably close to 50 cars. (Phone rings) Go. Found the Malibu. (Phone beeps off) How did you get in here? The garage was locked with an alarm. Oh, my bad, I'm so sorry. I was looking for the ladies' room. Teeny, tiny, little bladder. Eric matched the dent. It's the car. You lied to a federal Agent, Mr. Maragos. Is this the car Jennifer uses? Our personal assistant drives this car. I'm sorry, I wouldn't know a Malibu from a Taurus. I don't think I've ever even seen this car. I park mine in the driveway. Jennifer drives the boys to school in the morning. My husband leaves the house before they're even up. Where was Jennifer last night? Alaska, backpacking. Mr. Maragos, is this you and your brother?
	Yes. Oh, God. You were in camp together? He's, he's mentally ill, but I have no connection to him whatsoever. One more time... were you in camp together? Yes. Where is this camp located? The Angeles national forest. Exactly where a young girl was kidnapped this morning. (Security door buzzing) Is all that jewelry really necessary? (Laughs) They have trust issues. You've got ten minutes, huh? Guy buries three girls in the ground, I guess it's understandable, right? Well, they only found two girls. Yeah, I'm actually not here to debate the details of your case. God is in the details and so is my freedom. Another girl was kidnapped. That's a detail which means I may not have to spend the rest my life in here. Was the M. O. The same? Exactly the same. You got a partner on the outside? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Check my call records, my e-mail. I did. The only phone calls you make are to your brother Andre. (Sighs) So is that it? You and your brother like killing together? Yeah? Bury the girls and then sit there giggling with each other while they suffocate to death? I didn't kill those girls. Of course not. No. (Cuffs and shackles jangling) Is there any evidence at all that points to my brother? He could have committed all these murders. That's interesting, except for the fact that your DNA is all over the dead girls' bodies. We're related. The DNA's got to be close. Nobody checked my brother's DNA. You and your brother went to camp together in the Angeles national forest. Remember that? We think the latest girl could be buried there. I help you find her, you reopen my case. You have nothing to do with it, sure. When we were kids at that camp, there were feral cats that were all over the place. Andre... well, Andre used to spend hours catching them and strangling them. Ah, the golden summers of a sociopathic youth. I know where he buried them. Okay. Show me. If my brother has something to do with this, I will help you in every way I can. A 14-year-old girl is buried alive in a box and running out of air. Does that sound familiar? Of course, but my brother's in prison. So where were you last night? At home with my wife. Really? (Dialing) What were you doing? I ate, exercised, took a shower... Kensi? Kensi (Over phone): yeah. Andre says he was home with the wife last night. I'll see what I can do. Hey. Just wanted to say sorry for all of this. Thank you. The boys are okay? If you don't mind me asking, was your husband home last night? Yes. Do you think he could possibly have anything to do with Amanda Rehme's disappearance? Absolutely not. He might be a lot of things, but Andre couldn't do something like that to a young girl. 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? Wait, I didn't give you my answer. (Speed-dials) Yeah, you did. (Phone rings) Go. She didn't say it, but Andre didn't come home last night. Got it. What'd you eat? I mean, I can't remember. Your wife just gave you up, told us you weren't home last night. (Andre chuckles) I'm sorry, my mistake. You're right, I was at work all night. And now for those magic words: I want a lawyer. Was anyone else with you? Conversation over. Guys, Andre was at work. I tracked his cell phone; It was there all night. (Phone rings) I don't buy it. Yeah. So his phone was in a drawer. I want witnesses or camera confirmation. Okay. Andre's lawyer is going before a judge. He's trying to get an order of release. We can't hold this guy forever. Andre is a flight risk. He's got money. He may go to a country with no reciprocity, and we'd never get him back. Let's go, I want everything monitored... Phones, credit cards, everything. Why are we on this case? The FBI is welcoming our assistance. Hetty. I respect Sam's privacy, I do, but I need to know what's going on. He never said anything. In our line of work, we're all haunted by nightmares. Stay close to your partner. Andre was at work, but then look. His phone and car stayed at work. He took a company car. But not the black Malibu. Deeks (Over radio): Eric, give me Sam. Sat Coms work in the woods. That's good news. Got Deeks for you. Go. Sam, you need to get out here now. Let's go. Any other sites? You should ask my brother... these are his. You seem to be enjoying the attention. Give me the keys. Take a walk with me. (Grunting) Hey, man! Where are you taking me? Where are we going? You either tell me where there's another site, or I tell everyone how you went for my gun, and I was forced to defend myself. Yeah. Yeah, come to think of it, there were a few other sites Andre used to bury the animals. Show me. (Hollow thump) That's a box. Move, move, move! Box. Get on your knees! Come on! Stay back. Amanda! Keep shoveling. Amanda! I guess we found your number three, right, Lucas? (Camera shutter clicking) Something tells me for there's not gonna be year. A lot of brotherly love. Then let's use it to our advantage. You're destroying my life, you know that? I could say the same thing. I've just spoken with the federal prosecutor. If Amanda Rehme is found dead, buried underground and suffocated to death, it's gonna constitute special circumstances. Why have I been brought here? Special circumstances translates to the death penalty. You're wasting your time with me. I know your dark side, Andre, I know what you're capable of. But this time you can't pin it on me, because I was in prison. I've just gotten a court order to get a DNA sample from you and compare it to the DNA found on the bodies of the first three girls. Swab him. You sure you got nothing to say now? He walks you up to his last victim, and you're looking at me? He obviously has a partner. You weren't at work last night. Where were you? Open your mouth. Which one of them did it? We don't know. Could be neither of them. How long does my daughter have to live? And don't tell me you don't know. We estimate she has about six hours of oxygen left. Oh, God. We're not giving up. Sam. Andre's lawyer just showed up. He's got an order for release. Stay with the commander. One moment. Ms. Rebecca Turman has testified that she is Mr. Maragos's mistress. Mr. Maragos was with her last night. In light of her testimony, the judge has granted an order of release. Andre's lawyer: Let's go. Why did you leave your cell phone at work and then switch cars? Don't answer. 'Cause his wife tracks him on his GPS. Same with the cell phone. You just gonna let him go? We don't have a choice. Where are you going? To find Amanda. Keep going? It's too far from any road to go any further. What happened in Bosnia? You spoke to Hetty? Then you know. Okay. My seal team was war criminals. Another seal, Brian Dickerson, was with me. We were taken to a mass grave filled with murdered Muslims. Turned out to be a trap set by the Serbian paramilitary. I was beaten. (Speaking Serbian) Brian was shot. (Gunshot) They didn't want to kill us until they interrogated us. Out in the woods, there wasn't anywhere to hide us, so they buried us... In a shallow grave... Along with the other bodies. Brian was bleeding out. There was nothing I could do. Try to keep pressure on it, okay? (Groaning, coughing) What are you doing? Trying to get some air. (Coughs) (Coughing) It's work... it's working a little. Try to take a breath. The best thing I can do for you is... is die fast. Try to take a breath. I save you... (Grunts in pain) You save someone else. That's how it's supposed to work. I said, take a breath. Sam... You would do the same for me. I don't know how much time passed. I lit the last match. Glad you told me. Eric (Over radio): guys. Go. I just found a flight plan out of Burbank. Andre Maragos is trying to leave the country. (Jet engines roaring) Tell them to stop. Air traffic control has repeatedly told the pilot not to move toward the runway. He's just gonna go for it. Flight controller: 7650 Sierra hotel, acknowledge. You are not cleared to taxi. You are not cleared to runway eight. Stop! He's not gonna stop! (Four gunshots) Shut it down! Shut it down! (Engines shutting down) Everybody out of the plane now! I was free to leave the country. Why'd you offer the pilot a million dollars to get you to Venezuela after the tower told you to stop? My lawyer told me that I was free to leave. I just wanted to get out of the country until this was over. Having a brother like Lucas has destroyed my family. I just wanted to get away. I'm not buying it. Sam, we've got something. The FBI double-checked. All DNA on the dead girls was a rock-solid match to Lucas. There's no DNA match to Andre. We also got proof that Andre was with his mistress last night, because they made... (Typing) A little memento. Show me what you got. Mm-hmm! That's all you get. Could've made this last year. No. Look. Andre's mistress: Where's my wine? There's a date and time stamp from the news report from last night. He was there all night. Trust me, you do not want to watch this whole tape. Andre was all we had. It made sense to keep looking at him. So we got no suspects, no idea where Amanda is. No nothing! (Camera shutter clicking) Hey, take a look at this. When he picked up the camera, he pulled off the glove, changed the M. O. That makes sense. Glove would've been shredded from all the digging. Okay, g, hear me out on this. What does this guy do with his gloves afterwards? Well, first thing, you would, uh, burn them, shred them; It's full of DNA. What if he's going fast, got careless, left a glove behind, like a box or in the dirt in the hole. Case is closed. I mean, we catch him the second we find that glove. But there is no glove. We don't know that. Maybe neither does the killer. He's going fast, he's scared. He tosses everything, only to realize he left a glove behind. Right, but he... but he didn't. But we can make him believe that he did. Exactly. Nice. As long as he destroyed the tape afterwards. Well, Lucas did. Eric, I want you to digitally insert just a small piece of blue surgical glove here. Like it was in the hole and got covered with dirt. Yeah, I can do that. Then we show it to Andre and Lucas. I'm telling you, this is connected to those two. We show them that there's a glove that's been left behind. I don't know if it was them or a partner. Whoever did it's gonna get scared and go back and get it. And we stake out the park. It's a long shot. We're gonna need that video fast. I'm on it. You see that little sucker right there? It's a glove that got left in the dirt, and it is filled with DNA. Is this really necessary? Whoever's behind this left that little glove in the dirt. It's filled with DNA. What's going on? Go in the other room. We may not find Amanda alive, but we will find her eventually. And when we do, we'll know exactly who did this. Sorry to bother you. Guys, Kensi slipped a GPS under the bumper of the black Malibu. It left Andre's house. Looks like it's headed towards the Western part of the park. That's us. The car just headed onto a road that's not even on a map. Who knows the park that well? Rangers. Hikers, campers. Hmm... What are you thinking, Eric? Can you find me some photos from camp wild forest? Uh, recent photos? Guys, that Malibu stopped. How far, Eric? You're closing the distance. He's a half a mile away. I spent the last two hours organizing satellite coverage. It's overflying and coming on task... now. I've got a heat signature. He's moving west. You can't get it clearer than that? Satellite's still moving into position. We're at his car. What have you got? Eric, what are you seeing? Is he at the burial site? We can't move until he's right on top of it. He might be stopping. I don't know. Eric, should we move? (Sighs) Come on, Eric. We're running out of time. Okay. He stopped moving just a hundred yards west of you. Go! There are two of them. They were moving together. What are we looking for? That. Of course. Amanda went to the camp. It was right near her house. (Grunting) What? (Grunts) (Panting) Where is she? The boys went to the same camp as their father and Uncle. They knew Amanda. They targeted her. Where is she?! (Grunts) I'll show you. Get up! (Panting) (Grunting) (Grunting) (Hollow thumping) Amanda! (Coughing) (Coughing) I save you... You save someone else. That's how it's supposed to work. (Gasping) (Coughing) Okay, okay. You're safe. You're safe. (Gasping) (Siren wailing in distance) Good job. Thanks. Amanda, I have something... That I want you to have. It's for good luck. There's your father. Amanda. Daddy. Oh, daddy. Are you all right? I'm okay. I love you. Well, all the signs were there. The string of dead pets in the neighborhood, school records indicating anger issues. Boys talk? Yeah. They said they wanted to know what killing felt like. Apparently, Uncle Lucas paid a lot of visits to them before he went to prison; Told them that if they buried the victims alive, the feeling would last for days. (Scoffs) Wish that was the worst thing I'd ever known. You know what really scares me? You mean, besides clowns? Losing my partner. I'd hug it out with you, but, uh, I saw you sitting on some poison oak back in the woods. (Scoffs) Trained in wilderness survival, g. I know what poison oak looks like. It's on my butt, isn't it? Yes it is, Mr. Hanna, and there's nothing like a good, thick slathering of calamine. Remove your pants. I won't look. I had to do this for Ollie north in Nicaragua. Twice. The man really was an ass. Mr. Hanna? Mr. Callen? Gentlemen!