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♪ NCIS: LA 8x10 ♪
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Original Air Date on November 27, 2016

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@elder_man

Thank you.

You're welcome.

This wasn't me.

You think this was
a coincidence, G?

After everything
our team's been through?

They've been after Hetty,
Granger, and me.

I know.

I just feel bad that
the sheriff's department

had to pay the price.

Your dad okay?
Garrison?

Hetty sent him to a secure
location in Santa Barbara

till we figure this out.

You cool with that?

Why wouldn't I be?

We barely know each other,
the guy wants to stay with me?

Agent Callen.

Deputy Bennett.

This is my partner,
Sam Hanna.

Very sorry for your loss,
Deputy.

We know what it's like
to lose a teammate

in the line of duty.

I appreciate that,
but these aren't our guys.

Excuse me?

We have 18,000 employees
in the Los Angeles County

Sheriff's Department,
but these aren't two of them.

I don't know who
these guys are,

but they don't work
for us.

NCIS has a couple of
reasons to look into this,

so we'll be
happy to assist.

Be my guest.

And when you find out
who these chumps are,

impersonating us, let us know.

Will do.

Thank you.

Okay, so if these guys
weren't real sheriffs,

maybe they weren't
here to help you.

Maybe they were here
to kill you.

Yeah, well, then,
who killed them?

You're sure your old
man's out of town?

Eric, what do you make
of the security footage

from my yard?

I think our shooter
is a woman.

It wasn't Hetty, was it?

No. Young. Athletic.

And clearly capable.

So, good news is,
a dog-walker

just called in
a stolen sheriff's car,

and it's
a couple miles from you.

Sending you the address now.

Good work, Nell.
We're on it.

Fact: I once did a
stint as a dog-walker.

I was 15.
Aw.

I bet you were so young
and eager and cute.

Yeah. Maybe
a little too eager.

Uh, first trip out
with the dogs,

I forgot those
little baggies.

That wasn't so cute.

So we just received
confirmation

that the law enforcement
officers killed

on Callen's street last night

were not, in fact,
law enforcement officers.

Eric and I are still
trying to figure out

who these guys are,
in addition to

tracking down the shooter.
I see.

Mm-hmm.

Something else?

Come, sit.

Um...

I'd really like another chance
to question Carl Brown.

Do you think he's going to
treat you differently today?

Probably not.

But I'm not ready to give up.

Hetty, even with him
in prison,

the internal threats
keep coming.

They know where we live.

They know who
our families are.

We really don't have
another choice.

And...

I have a plan.

Uh-huh.

You've got no idea who
the guardian angel might be

who killed our
phony sheriffs?

No. Keep thinking.

And you're sure
your fath--

sorry-- Garrison is
actually in Santa Barbara?

If Garrison had done this,
there wouldn't be any bodies.

Thank you.

All right, well,
maybe he just wants

to spend the time
he has left

being part of your lives.

It's his first time
finding family, too.

He's had other families.

But now all he has is you,

your half sister,
and your nephew.

You have told Alex?

I will.
I want to.

I just...
I don't want to...

But you're thinking twice,
especially after this morning.

Like father, like son, maybe.

What's that supposed to mean?

Keeping family secrets
to protect your loved ones.

That's pretty much what
your dad did to you

and everyone else
in his life.

Huh.

This just keeps getting better.

Strategic location.

I don't see
any cameras.

No, whoever did this
was a pro.

Stay close, partner.

So, just to clarify,

this woman kills
two fake sheriffs

in your front yard, steals
their stolen cop car,

and then torches it?

Yeah, I think it's
pretty obvious

who we're looking for.

Do tell.

I mean, this whole
situation just reeks

of an angry ex-girlfriend.

So Joelle is pissed
that you broke up with her,

and now she's taking
keying your car

to a whole nother level.

Are you serious right now?

You did keep her
dining room set.

She bought that for me.
That was a gift.

No, for the both of you,
but now it's just

a painful reminder
of what could have been.

Why are you playing
along with this?

I'm just glad
you're okay.

Morning, gents.
Without further ado...

Both of our phony sheriffs
had surveillance photos

of this woman
in their phones.

Is this our shooter?

Confidence is high.

I don't recognize her.

Me either.

Check out your
home-security video.

What's that look like to you?

Looks like she's going
to your front door.

Maybe she was trying
to warn you.

So why not just call me?

No access to
your phone number?

Everything good?

My neighbor thinks she may
have seen something last night.

I'll go talk to her.

We'll double-check
the crime scene.

Well, looks like it's just
me and you again, Egon.

You know, if, uh, you want
to be home with Kensi,

I can just call you
if anything comes up.

No, no, no, because
both my mom

and Kensi's mom are
coming to visit.

And it turns out that's
just too many moms.

Hi. How was your run?

It was great.

I made you
some breakfast.

Aw, you didn't have
to do that.

Gotta keep your
strength up, honey.

Okay, let me just help
you with this, honey.

Oh, whoa, definitely
don't have to do that.

It's no problem.
Thank you.

I picked out a couple
outfits for you.

I'll help you get changed
when you're done.

Okay, you know that?
Can we just...

Can we just stop
for a second, please?

What's wrong?
What do you need?

I don't need anything,
I just...

I need you ladies
to leave me alone

for a second, okay?

We're just trying
to help, sweetheart.

No, I know.
I mean,

that's the only reason
we're here, honey.

And I appreciate that.
I-I really do.

But, um, you're kind of
driving me nuts.

Would you prefer
we do this one-on-one?

No, Mom, I would prefer
if we did this none-on-one.

And, plus, I'm supposed
to be able

to do these things by myself, so...
You are.

And you're
doing great.

Really doing great.
Okay,

stop telling me I'm doing great.

I am not ten, I know
exactly how I'm doing.

She's getting
frustrated.

The doctor said
there'd be depression.

Okay, stop talking,
both of you, please.

Maybe we should
call Martin.

Would you like us to call Martin?
No. Nope, not at all.

You really don't have
to call Deeks.

I'm calling my son.
Oh, my gosh.

Okay, you know what?

I have something
you can both do.

You ladies have the day off.
Good-bye.

I am so embarrassed.

Oh, don't be.
Mine's just as bad.

Is it too early
for a drink?

I like the way
you think.

You're a good mom.
I can tell.

You, too.

Let's go.

Okay, I swear I'm gonna
get my gun!

What?!

Why don't you just...

So... it's a bad time?

Sorry, I thought you were
my mother.

Never mind.

I would have
brought you flowers,

but you didn't seem
like the type.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Okay, let's start
from the beginning.

So where'd you first meet?

Where'd you go?
What'd you do?

Come on, Carl, you gotta
give me something here.

Why?

What are you gonna give me?

What do you want?

Out.

Right.

Look, Sam's been interrogating
people for a long time...

and I haven't.

So I'm gonna
tell you a story.

The summer after I graduated
from high school,

I started going out
with this guy who...

most people would call...

a “bad boy.”

Tattoos, piercings,

he drove this
ridiculously loud car.

But he was actually...

he was really sweet.

Especially to me.

So,

when he started hanging out
with this rougher crowd,

I naturally asked him not to.

Asked him to spend
more time with me.

But...

he didn't listen.

Oh, boohoo.

He broke your heart.

Happens to everyone.

No.

He, uh, he broke
into an electronics store

and stole a pallet
of DVD players.

So, at the end
of the summer,

he went to county
and I went to college.

Wait, are you saying
that crime doesn't pay?

I wrote him every day

for, it felt
like weeks.

Then he stopped
writing me back.

Please tell me there's a moral
to all this.

I was young.

I thought I could help him,

save him,

but I couldn't.

I never saw him again
after he went into jail.

Maybe he's in here with me.

Wouldn't that be
an ironic twist?

Oh, wait.

I didn't just spoil your
M. Night Shyamalan moment,

did I?

No.

He's not in here, Carl.

Darn.

See, like yourself,

he thought he was smarter
and tougher than everyone else.

Until a group
of inmates

took turns stomping on his head
until they crushed his skull.

I guess he wasn't so tough
after all.

No, he was.

He was a lot tougher
than you, Carl.

You may be in solitary,

but there's still a price
on your head.

It's just so nice to be wanted.

You know?

Honestly, how long do you think
it's gonna be

before some inmate
and crooked guard

make a deal and split the cash?

Huh?

Yeah, as much as
I love your company

and your stories...

...unless these turn
into conjugal visits...

Oh, that's cute, Carl.

...I got nothing left
to tell you.

Mm-hmm. I know that.

Yet you keep coming.

It's kind of sad.

Dude.

You've been over here humming

for the last ten minutes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't even ask
you to harmonize.

♪ I'm here, you're here ♪

♪ I'm here... ♪

That's a hard pass.

You're trying to make me
sing the Garfunkel parts

and I'm obviously a Simon.

All right, Paul, take a seat.

Your lurking's
making me nervous.

What just happened?
We get something?

Uh, no. Just my hourly
reminder to stand up.

To evil?
No.

So my feet don't
fall asleep.

I don't understand...

this.

Oh, you don't have to.

That's why I have Nell.

Touché.

Do I even want to know?

I'm just wondering
how you're gonna

try and get me
to talk next time.

Well, Carl,

today's my last visit.

And to be honest,

I never really
needed you to talk.

You see,

every time
I come here,

word gets out that Carl Brown's
meeting with a federal agent.

Again.

Inmates--

they start to wonder,

“What's he telling her?

Who's he ratting out?”

Visit after visit.

“Ooh, that Carl.

“He must be a real
Chatty Cathy,

or they wouldn't keep
coming here to see him.”

The inmates start
to get nervous,

especially after we start
rattling their cages.

And so,

what do they do?

Well,

you know what
they say:

“Snitches get stitches.

And turned into bitches.”

Everyone will
want you dead

regardless of the
$50K on your head.

And the next time someone
comes to see you,

chances are,

you'll be willing to talk,

from the infirmary.

Assuming...

they haven't cut out your tongue
with a razor blade.

Yeah, they do that, too.

Maybe Natalie

never called me
or wrote me

since I got put in here

because she's dead.

Maybe someone

was after her and killed her

as soon as I was
out of the picture.

So, what, someone else
put the hit out on you?

I don't know.

Natalie never told me
who she was working for.

Why should I believe you?

'Cause I gave you her name.

No,

you gave Sam her name.

I'm not Sam.

I met Natalie at the Promenade.

Some dive bar.

Then the next day,

we went to the pier.

That's all I have so far.

Oh, I can definitely
work with that.

Nell, you rock, seriously.

Uh, is that a lead?

'Cause it sounded a lot
like a lead.

Oh, well, Nell says that Brown
first met Natalie

at a dive bar
near the Promenade.

Mm.
And then the next day,

they went to the
Santa Monica Pier.

Which bar?

Oh, he won't say,

but apparently he bought
tacos at a nearby food truck

later that night. So,

of all the popular
taco trucks...

Tita and Chilias,
uh, Navarette's,

uh, oh, Pepe
and Mondo's.

A lot of these trucks have

social media accounts that

announce their
serving locations.

So we can tell
where they've been.

You are correct, sir.

Thank you, sir.
We just need to know when.

Right. Well, we
captured Brown

two years ago,
November 24.

Wow, you were ready to go
with that one. Although

he did hold you
at gunpoint.

Gunpoint and
syringe-point.

Yikes.

Anyway,

Natalie had to turn Brown,

Brown leaked Hetty's info,

poisoned Granger--

that takes us back
a few months.

Like, June?

Hey, what are you doing?

Relax, I'll put it
back to Nell level

when I'm done.

All right,

these are the taco trucks

that serve in Santa Monica.

All right, I feel like

we're gonna find something here.

Ready, no whammies, no whammies.

Stop!

Pepe and Mondo's
slung their tacos

on Santa Monica Boulevard
outside the Sunset Ocean Bar.

Which is on the Promenade!

And I just exploded
my fist bump,

which is a whole
new low for me.

So now we're into this rabbit
hole of despair, what's next?

Now we just wait
for facial rec

to pull up photos from the bar.

Wait? What?

There's no other leads
for us to follow?

Hmm?

No, not yet. Well,

I'll pull up some photos

from the Santa Monica Pier
the next day,

but it might take a while.

Welcome to Ops.

Okay, so we've got all this
Star Trek gak

and your giant brain,
you're telling me

all we can do is wait?

Yeah.
No.

All right, hey, Siri,

can you tell me
where Natalie is? Alexa?

Cortana?

HAL?

Bueller? Anyone?

We don't have an AI.

Well, we should.

Beale, take a letter.

“Dear Henrietta, it has
come to my attention...”

Um,

I'm not your secretary.

Nor would you have
to be if we had AI.

Hmm.

What now?

More wiggling? Huh?
You want to do some Pilates?

The guys
posing as our sheriffs

are one Perry Verona
and one Dexter Frazier,

owners of VexSun Solar
in Culver City.

Okay, I would
take you with me,

but you seem to have
a lot going on here,

so I'm gonna go.
Hey. Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.

As promised. Okay.

Address is on the way.

I am calling
Callen and Sam.

Beale?
Mm?

You're good people.

Okay.

Tell Deeks we'll
meet him there.

All right, he's on his way now.
Right.

Okay, let me know what you find.

All right, Eric. Bye.

So, uh, Deeks is
gonna meet us

at some solar
roof company

where the two phony
sheriffs worked.

A solar company?
That sounds bogus.

You think?
Here.

I promised Mrs. Ramirez
I would share these with you.

I'm sorry, we had to
chase down that lead.

What if she actually
saw something?

That poor woman hasn't
seen anything clearly

since Reagan
was president.

Shh. She still thinks he is.

So, uh,

looks like you're gonna
have to move, too,

now that your address
has been compromised.

Yeah.

I know.

Do I detect a sense of nostalgia
in the High Plains Drifter?

Don't tell me
you actually

settled on one place?

Of course not. No,

I'm just thinking about
how Mrs. Ramirez might feel.

Right.

Seriously?
It's four walls and a roof.

I can find that anywhere.

Oh, please.
You've been domesticated.

I knew it.

I knew it.
It was over

as soon as Joelle got you
that dining room set.

Enough with the dining set.

Thing's going on Craigslist.

Sure it is.

Puttin' it up.
Yeah, right.

Thank you!

Neighbor see anything?

Please.

His neighbor's glasses
are thicker than my head.

Mrs. Ramirez was scared.

She just wanted
someone to talk to.

Aw, that's sweet.

She's sweet, all right.

Sweet on G.

Oh, older woman.

Hey, Mrs. Robinson.

Mrs. Ramirez is
a very sweet old lady.

Please do not say anything
sexually perverted

or crude, all right?

You're not leaving me
a lot to work with, here.

Why is he so grumpy?

You'd be grumpy, too,

if your ex left two bodies
on your lawn.

I'll be really pleased
when Kensi gets back.

Not seeing a
lot of solar companies

on here, but in case
you need to get

your fax machine repaired,

or we could stop by
the Nader campaign offices.

That list needs updating.

We're looking for VexSun Solar.

Uh, it's upstairs.

I can show you.

You guys contractors?

Federal agents.

You have any security
footage we can look at?

Uh, no.

Our video surveillance
has been down for...

I don't think this building's
ever had video surveillance.

So are you guys FBI?

Or NSA? SEC?

NCIS.

What about IDs?

Got any electronic records
of people coming or going?

Uh, no.

We haven't had that
system installed yet.

Uh, I'm actually thinking
about becoming a federal agent.

Uh, yeah, all I ever do is
watch those true crime shows,

and I'm perfect
for undercover work.

I'm basically a chameleon.

It's just
this way.

Wow.

Law enforcement is
definitely for me.

I was leaning towards FBI,

but, you know,
maybe LAPD or NCIS.

I'm really keeping my options
open at this point.

Deeks is LAPD.

He's done a lot
of undercover work.

You might want
to talk to him.

Mm-hmm. Door?

Okay.

Looks like a bogus front to me.

When's the last time
you saw anybody in here?

Uh, yesterday afternoon.

I had no idea
they were moving out.

These men work here?

Yeah, both of 'em.

You going to answer that?

Well, it's a number
I don't know.

I've been getting
a lot of crank calls lately.

Could be a hot tip.

Hello.

Vinny?

How'd you get this number?

From my what?
From my business card?

All right,
I gotta call you back.

Did you give Vinny the security
guy my business card?

I-I mean, he wants to get
into law enforcement.

You'd be a good mentor.

Where'd you even get
my business cards?

Got a whole box of 'em
on your desk.

Well, at least you had
a box on your desk...

This is why I'm getting
all those prank phone calls.

Deeks,
look at it from

a community safety
point of view.

Now the entire homeless
population of Venice

has a direct line to the LAPD.

Hold on a second. You gave them
to homeless people?

Yes.

I thought we were picking
on him today.

- I don't play favorites.
- Hey.

Sorry for sending you guys
on a wild goose chase.

Well, they
were there,

we just didn't get
there early enough.

You find anything else?

Maybe.

Our phony sheriffs

and solar roofing guys

are both former military--

army-- although they never
served together.

What'd they do after service?

Uh, truck drivers... in Iraq.

Mmm, I smell
private contractors.

You got a company?

Uh, maybe. Ashmati Trucking.

Eight years ago, the owner died

and then there was an ugly
inheritance battle

between the survivors,

which ultimately
killed the company.

It happens.

Well, these were private
contractors working in Iraq,

making a lot of money.

Just because the company
they worked for went belly-up,

that doesn't mean they're
not still doing it.

Which takes us back
to the question,

who were these guys working for

and why did this woman
kill them?

Which is exactly how
we started this day.

Well, Deeks' new buddy, Vinny,

said there were six people
working out of VexSun Solar.

Two women, four men.

So we've got these two.

The rest are still
out there somewhere.

I'm on it.

Hetty...

The wolves are at the door.

I can feel it.

I'm not sure it's safe
to trust anyone anymore.

I just wanted to come by
and say thank you.

Thank you for what?

Making my time in
the hospital bearable.

Oh. Well.

In that case, I suppose
I should thank you, too.

I was in a bad place

and you helped
pull me out of it.

Well, you were an ass
about it, but...

Well, that's a gift.

I just also
wanted to say...

good-bye
before I left.

Where you going?

Back to my unit.

Medical Board
restored me to duty status.

What?!
Yeah, yeah.

That is awesome!

Been sitting on my ass
long enough.

And the guys are gonna
ride me relentlessly

and the one-legged jokes
will never end,

but it'll be good
to get back with my guys.

Congratulations.
Yeah.

I'm...

Is this your truck?
Yeah.

You're impressed.

I'm... more like
embarrassed for you.

It's very
obnoxious.

Oh, you can't fool me,
Kensi Blye.

I know a redneck girl
when I see one.

Okay, I am not
a redneck.

Well, you'll like
this bad boy.

You know what they say,
the bigger the truck...

The dumber the driver?

Well, I know you want
to go for a ride.

♪ I'm very well acquainted, too,
with matters mathematical ♪

♪ I understand equations, both
the simple and quadratical ♪

♪ About binomial theorem I'm
teeming with a lot of news ♪

♪ With many cheerful facts about
the square of the hypotenuse ♪

♪ I'm very good at integral
and differential calculus ♪

♪ I know the scientific names
of beings animalculous ♪

♪ In short, in matters ♪

♪ Vegetable, animal and mineral,
I am the... ♪

Holy Pythagoras.

So... did she ever

introduce you
to her friends?

No. I told you.

Look, I'm tired

and my back hurts.

I want to go back
to my cell now.

You should probably try
straightening up.

You know,
shoulders back...

...and down.

You know?

Suit yourself.

Nah.

Oh, wow.

Is this Natalie Grant?

Hmm.

I found her.

I know who she is.

- The woman from outside my house?
- Yes.

It was Natalie Grant.

Carl Brown
just confirmed to Nell

that she's the woman
in the taxi photo.

Also the same woman who shot
the phony sheriffs.

She also goes by Amber Wilcox--

a massage therapist
from Houston, Texas.

Uh, I can only trace her
back 12 years.

That's a good cover.

It allows her to move around,

cash business,
no real address.

Smart.

She's on the run now.

But if she was coming
to kill Callen,

who are the two dead
sheriff wannabes

that tried to stop her?

What if she wasn't
sent to kill me?

What if she was turning
to me for help?

Think about it.

She's Carl Brown's handler.

She talks him into
trying to kill us,

but we catch him,
put him in jail.

So then they try and
kill him in prison;

we beat 'em to it
and put him in isolation.

Now he's talking.

So now they're going after her.

It's not like she can
go to the police.

Which means she's in
a pretty bad situation,

if she's turning to the very
people she tried to kill.

Well, she knows
she's running out of time

and we're probably the only ones
that can save her.

Well, if Amber/Natalie
turned Brown,

she probably knew
where he worked.

Why wouldn't she just come here?

If she knows where we work,

the people she works for
know where we work.

They're probably
watching us now.

It's too risky.
Yikes.

Well, by now
she's probably out of town

or at least gone into hiding.

For all we know,
she's working with

the same people
who tried to kill her.

If that's the case,

all her hiding spots are blown.

Okay, so what
do we got?

We got family,
friends, boyfriends.

Mm-hmm.

I mean, Carl Brown
was her boyfriend.

Hey, what if she's at
Carl Brown's house?

The file says
that he inherited it

from his aunt three years ago.

The feds seized it
when he went to jail.

And Natalie would have a key.

Not that she needs one.

My God, man!
You're better than Siri!

Thank you.

I'm coming with you.

Why?

Because my career depends on it.

Deeks, take Hetty
in the Audi.

All right.

We'll take my car.

Uh, Miss Daisy isn't
supposed to drive.

Come on.

All right.

Fraggle Rock!

Oh...

We must've beat Callen and Sam.

Yay!

Yeah, I think we also
beat the sound barrier.

Yay.

You, by chance, weren't
the one that taught Nell

how to drive, were you?

No.

I-I gave her a few
defensive driving lessons.

Yeah, I can see that.

You should probably
get a haircut.

Oh, don't worry.
Next time, I'll...

I'll wear a helmet.

Possible a parachute.

Definitely a diaper.

Told you
she was fast.

How'd you beat us here?

I took a shortcut.

The sidewalk.

You took a sidewalk.

She's in there.

Federal agents!

Natalie?

Amber, we're here to help!

Stay close, Hetty.

Hetty?

It's over, dear.

Please stop.

I said I'll talk if you
provide me with a lawyer

and protection
and witness relocation.

That's quite the list.

I have quite a lot
of information.

We don't need
a lot of information.

We just need to know
who you're working for.

Then give me what I need.

There's nothing here.

Let's go.

Hetty?

Well, she needs us

more than we need her.

Right now,

she's more valuable
to us as bait.

You can't

leave me here.

I said I'll talk.

Just... get me out of here.

We'll take her to the boatshed.

Let's go.

See you there.

I'll, uh,
I'll ride with them.

You know, just for
a little extra protection.

Just get in the damn car,
Martin.

Yes. Yes, Mom.

In the car.

So, we caught Natalie
at your house.

We're taking her
into custody now.

I'm gonna get back to my team.

Was that
story true?

About that guy that died?

What do you think?

Good-bye, Carl.

Good-bye, Nell.

Visitation hours end
in 15 minutes.

Repeat: visitation hours
end in 15 minutes.

Those two guys you shot,
you work with them?

I'll talk

when I get my lawyer.

Your lawyer isn't
saving your life.

Sam, behind us!

There's two of them.

We're pinned in.

Get out, move, move, move!

Stay down! Stay down!

Go!

Natalie!

Wait!
Natalie!

Eric, we've been ambushed.
Natalie's on the run.

Looks like she may
have been hit.

Hey, Sam?

Eric, we need an ambulance.

All right,
help will be here soon.

It's important
that you stay calm.

Easy, easy.

Easy.

I bet you weren't
this nice to Carl Brown.

Natalie,
listen to me.

We need your help.

Who do you work for?

Where did you
meet them?

Someone...

put out a hit on me
when my name got leaked.

I was on my way to
your house for help.

And those guys
came after me.

Did you know them?

No.

But I think
they work for the...

the same person I did.

Tell us who.
Natalie.

Hey, you can make this right.

Tell us who.

Make it right.

Rae.

“Rae.”

Lemon Grove Park.

Mostly at night.

Eric?

Let's start looking
at night footage

from security cams
in Lemon Grove Park

or any park nearby.

She's gone.

I think Rae is a woman.

This woman, to be specific.

She's appeared

several times on the outskirts
of Lemon Grove Park.

We got a pretty good look
on her face right here.

This is a week ago.

We haven't had a
chance to I.D. her yet.

She said her name was Heather.

She tried to pick me up
a couple months back at a bar.

Is this the only image
we have of her?

Well, it'll take me a while
to scrub through the data

to get more info,
but I'm on it.

I'd send you all home,

but I can't even guarantee
that that's safe.

We'll handle it.

I'm gonna go be with Kensi.

Keep your ears
and eyes open.

Thanks, brother.

You really want
to wait till morning?

What do you think?

Kens?

Baby?

After hours training?

Ah...

Didn't know you were still here.

You didn't want to see anybody.

Uh...

No, I just,
I didn't want to interfere

with anybody's practice time,
that's all.

And I'm going

to take the NCIS Special Agent
physical fitness test.

Why? You don't have
anything to prove.

Yes, I do,

if I'm gonna come back.

You're gonna let me
come back, right?

I don't think you're ready.

Oh, no, Hetty, you're wrong.

I'm ready.

I'm ready.
I've been jogging

and working out and shooting.

I am ready.

All right, let me see you
shoot with your left hand.

But I'm right-handed.

So am I.

Okay.

All right.

So, what do you want me to do--

my initials... smiley face?

Oh, no.

Just shoot the target.

Oops.

Right.

Force of habit.

Okay.

Guess I just need
a little more practice.

Just take your time.

♪ But will it always remain? ♪

Another gin?

I'm gonna have

a soda with a slice of lime.

You got it, sir.

♪ Can we avoid mistakes
from the past? ♪

♪ Oh, and what if it dies? ♪

Looks like she's not
coming in tonight.

♪ Just disappears
from your eyes... ♪

Yeah, I should've
gotten her number.

Oh, well.

♪ Well, you don't have
to answer... ♪

You know, you remind me

of Humphrey Bogart
in Casablanca.

Like a badass,

but, uh,

also a little sad.

♪ Well, I know
you're a dancer... ♪

He's not wrong, Granger.

You know, Bogey didn't get
the girl in the end, either.

That's true.

♪ Oh, is this love? ♪

♪ A light in the dark
of the world... ♪

Listen, you might want
to add some gin.

♪ Oh, is this love? ♪

♪ A light in the dark
of the world ♪

♪ Oh, is this love? ♪

♪ A light in the dark
of the world... ♪

Cheers.

♪ A light... ♪

Gonna be a long night.

We'll get her, G.

Her and everybody else
behind this.

We're gonna find
the head of the snake.

Then we're gonna chop it off.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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