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Hey, salud!

Zanya, dos mojitos.

You know, we still got snow
on the ground in Toledo.

Fancy.

What do you call that one?

La Habana caliente.

La Habana caliente.
Sand, ocean

and sun, topped with fire.

Wow.

Excuse me, can I borrow a match?

Yeah, I think I
have a lighter.

Even better.

♪ NCIS: LA 8x20 ♪
From Havana With Love/font>
Original Air Date on April 9, 2017

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Can I please have my phone back?

One more minute.
You said that ten minutes ago.

Mm.
Good morning!

Morning.
Bring me a cappuccino?

I sent you a text
to see if you wanted in.

Really?

Yeah, no, I got that text.
I just couldn't answer back,

'cause I was in the middle
of this massive download.

Hootie &
the Blowfish?

Or Kenny G?

No, it's not music.
It's actually science.

It's actually nonsense.

Yeah? What, like a, uh,
relationship compatibility test?

Mm, yes.
We'd fail that today.

Oh, done. Good.

Ready to rock and roll.
There you are, princess.

Gentlemen, ponder this question:

Who speaks more words in a day?

Is it a woman or a man?

Well, it depends on the woman.

Depends on the man.

Agreed.

If it's G, less than 500 a day.

If it's Deeks, over a million.

Okay. Actually,
there was a book in 2006

called The Female Brain,
written by a woman,

that stated that a man
speaks 7,000 words in a day,

where a woman speaks
over 20,000.

That's almost
three times as many.

And we care about
this because...?

You don't.
You absolutely don't.

Because it is
a stupid, sexist stereotype

that needs to
be debunked.

Which is why we're settling it
once and for all,

with the help
of our word-counting app.

Lowest score wins.

Smart money's on Kensi.
What?

No. Do not-- No, no.

Do not confuse me
with my undercover personae.

You know,
the-the manic homeless guy,

the charming
yet chatty concierge...

The annoying special agent.

Touché.

That is a touché.

All right, let the games begin.

- Hit it.
- Go.

What is...?

Briefcase.

Cut that in half.
Case!

On.

Case on deck!

I, too, pride myself
on being a man of few words.

That's 11 words, Eric.

Three would've done the trick.

This is last night
at The Oriana.

Did we catch the shooter?

Crowded nightclub.

They must have
escaped in the chaos.

Who's the victim?

A tourist from Ohio.

We think the real target
was bartender

Victor Larmont,
who escaped unharmed.

And what's his connection
to the Navy?

Well, his estranged
wife, Rebecca, works

in the computer graphics
department at NXRD.

Defense contractor.

They design nuclear attack subs.

So why go after
the husband?

Two days ago,
Victor texted a tip

to the NCIS
crime reporting system.

He claims he has evidence his
wife is selling Navy secrets

to a foreign government.

So just to clarify,
the husband ratted out the wife.

Huh, yeah, looks like somebody
didn't want him talking.

Okay,
Kensi, Deeks,

- why don't you start at...
- The nightclub?

...Rebecca's office.

She may relate more to
a female special agent.

Makes sense. 'Cause women
have much more to talk about.

Like their shoes and
their favorite nail salons,

latest haircuts,

eyebrow shaping,
spinning class....

You're losing.

What?

He's losing.

In more ways than one.

You taking side bets, Deeks?

Okay,
just like that.

And now try
a simple turn.

- No, wrong.
- Completely wrong.

The audition
is over. Adios.

Next!

He takes his mambo seriously.
Yeah.

Good morning.
Morning, Detective.

Morning.
Your guy's

at the side bar.

Shots came
from the upper balcony.

Any security footage up there?

The shooter
was conveniently off camera.

Disappeared into the crowd.

You shutting them down?
We're trying not to,

for the sake
of their business.

They haven't had
trouble here before.

Let me know if you need me.

Thank you.

Victor Larmont.

Special Agent Callen, NCIS.

Special Agent Hanna.
Did you get my text?

That's why
we're here.

You didn't think about
taking any time off?

Uh, yeah. But I can't afford to.

You're concerned
about your wife.

Ex-wife, almost.

Last week, at 1:00 a.m.,

I got a text meant
for someone else.

“Meet me north stairwell.”

You see what I'm
talking about?

Not exactly.

Well, come on,
working late hours

on classified material?

That can be a telltale
sign of espionage.

That's all you got?

No.

She just bought
a new Porsche.

Something that she could
never afford on her own.

Unless she was selling
military secrets.

Phones stay outside
the workplace,

but hold on
to your weapons.

Oh. Right?
Yay. Ooh...

Thank you.
This...?

Um, how long have you
worked with Rebecca?

Long time.
She started in '09.

Suspicious behavior?

From Rebecca?
Absolutely none.

Change in her
regular working hours?

We have flexible
scheduling.

She's not a morning person,
comes in at noon,

usually works till midnight.

Her files?

What about them?

Any unauthorized use?

Security is ironclad.

She can't copy, print,
photograph

or download anything
without leaving a trail.

Gail Walker to Human Resources.

Excuse me.

Thank you very much.

Rebecca Larmont?

Special Agent Kensi Blye,
NCIS.

Deeks.

Is this about my polygraph test?

Because I just took it
last month.

No, it's not.

How are things going
between you and your husband?

Not great.

We've been separated
for about two years,

and the divorce proceedings are
moving very slowly.

Your husband notified us
because he was concerned

you were mishandling
classified information.

Oh, God.

He's such an idiot.

He doesn't get
what he wants,

so now he has to
take it out on me.

He's very mature.

I make about four
times what he does.

At the spousal-support
hearing last month,

he didn't get the monthly
payments that he was hoping for.

This is his revenge,

making up crazy accusations
just to annoy me.

He had
one more concern.

Apparently you texted
him accidentally

at 1:00 in the morning.

Who were you
actually meeting?

That was meant for
a colleague of mine

who also works late.

We walk to the garage
together for safety.

This is why
he called you in?

Well, that and the fact
that someone tried

to kill him last night.

Tried to kill him?

Who did? Why?

What has he gotten
himself into now?

Security Breach Protocol.

Close all classified files.

What was that?

Somebody made it
through security

without a full screening.

It happens every
now and then.

Rebecca Larmont?
Rebecca Larmont?

- Did you order a pizza?
- No.

Stop where you are!

- Not until I make my delivery.
- Stop him. Oh!

Rebecca Larmont,
you've been served.

Seriously?

This is Victor,
my soon-to-be ex.

Do you see what
I'm dealing with?

And who is trying to kill you?

Good tackle.

Oh...

if this word-count thing
is gonna be accurate,

you have to talk
like you normally do.

Hmm.

- Say yes.
- Yes.

And enough of the
one-word answers.

I am so winning this.

Guys, this is ridiculous.
What are you thinking?

Well, we're thinking you're

a pretty lucky guy
there, Victor.

Yeah, if we hadn't
stepped in,

you would have
ended up in jail.

I was serving papers.

You know there are
professionals

who do that, right?

Who I cannot afford.

I have to subpoena
her car loan,

her credit card statements
and her bank accounts

to get a better
alimony settlement.

Dude, you can't serve
your own papers.

It's not legally binding.

You sure about that?

Oh, I would
trust him.

Surprisingly, he actually
graduated from law school.

Really.

Yeah. You need
a better lawyer.

I'm representing myself.

Like I said, you need
a better lawyer.

I burned through all
of my savings with an attorney.

It got me as far
as a court hearing,

where I was offered
three grand a month.

Three grand a month?
That's a lot of money.

2,400 a month after taxes.

She's lying about her income.

She doesn't care.
She's heartless.

Why does she have to
treat me like dirt?

Um, how long were
you guys married?

Ten years.

We got engaged
when I was

captain of the college
baseball team.

They say opposites attract.

I was head over heels.

And then we got married
when I was picked second round

by Major League
Baseball.

Second... Wow, that's...
that's impressive.

Seven years later,
I was cut from the minors.

Never did sign that
$100 million contract

she was expecting.

She says she needs a guy
with more intellect

and drive, but it's
all about money.

She's dating
investment bankers.

And if that's not working out,

I think she'd sell
government secrets

to pump up her bank account.

I think it's time to take
a closer look at the wife.

Breaking news, guys.

Victor's nightclub
is a hangout for

Cuban expatriates
living in L.A.

Last time I checked, Cubans
aren't spying for Russia.

No, not since 2001

when Moscow closed
the Lourdes listening post

that was costing them
almost $200 million a year.

This is breaking news?

Wait for it.

Rebecca's new Porsche
was subsidized

by a family doctor,
Alonzo Raul, from Cuba.

He wrote a rather generous check

for the down payment.

How generous?

$40,000 generous.

Money
for nuclear submarine plans?

Yeah, at a bargain price.

Thanks, guys.

You're very welcome.

Is that him?

Yeah.

Alonzo Raul?

Yes?
Special Agent Callen.

Special Agent Sam Hanna.

NCIS.
Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

We're investigating
Rebecca Larmont.

Is she okay?

Oh, yeah, she's fine.

How well do you know her?

Extremely well.

That's mi novia.

That's my girlfriend.

You recently purchased her
a car.

It's a pretty big gift.

She's more than a girlfriend.
Ah.

Uh, here. There it is.

Engaged?
Not yet, but very soon.

How long you two
been, uh...

dating?

A long time.

Over a year.

I'm waiting
for the divorce to be final

before I pop the question.

But I knew right away.

Two or three months in,
I knew she was the one.

Where'd you guys meet?

Um, in the Ballona salt marsh,

with the Audubon Society.

We're both lovers
of ornithology

since we were kids.

You grew up in Cuba?

Yes.

Do you get back often?

Uh, never. I can't.

I was trained as a physician
and sent to Venezuela.

In exchange for doctors,

Venezuela gives Cuba
100,000 barrels of oil daily.

That's a billion dollars of oil,

and I was making $50 a month.

So I got tired of, uh,
Fidel's empty promises,

and five years ago, I fled.

Thanks for your time.
Thank you.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

You ever been to The Oriana?

The nightclub?
Yeah.

Yeah, they say it's popular
among Cuban expats.

Never been in there.

It's not my kind of place.

You know Rebecca's husband
works there.

I've never met him, but I...

I know he's desperate for money.

Think he'll buy it?

It's all about misdirection.

He'll never realize
he's the suspect

if he thinks he's
working for us.

Here we go.

Victor? Hey.
Hi.

What are you guys doing here?

Well...

You were right.

We linked Rebecca
to some spy work

being coordinated
here at the club.

I knew it.

It's gonna be
an undercover operation, Victor.

Do you think you can pretend
you never met us before?

Of course.

Okay. Kensi's gonna audition
as a dancer.

Bad idea.

She'll never get it.

Perez only hires the very best.

Okay, well,
in case you're right,

does he need bartenders?

Nope.

Only job opening
is men's bathroom attendant.

All right.

You take some classes
and come back next year.

Who's next?

Uh, me. Hi. I'm Kaitlin.

Perez.
Any professional experience?

Um, my friends and I go dancing
every Friday and Saturday night.

They say I'm pretty good.

Do us both a favor and go home.

My feet are tired, and you're
not what I'm looking for.

Um, I would
really love a chance,

Señor Perez.

It's Señor Bianco.

Perez is my first name.

Kind of like Pérez Prado.

King of the Mambo.

Yeah.

I was named after him.
Hmm.

It's sad,
people have forgotten his music.

Oh, no, I've definitely
not forgotten his music.

My mom would play the tapes
when I was young.

We'd dance around in
the kitchen. It was really fun.

You can mambo?

Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna give you

one minute.

Cuban salsa.

Follow my lead.

Five, six, seven and eight
and...

Eh, you're not bad.

Show me
what you've got.

Inside turn.

And cross arm embrace.

Just have a few questions.

Okay.

Like when can you start?

How about right now?

All right. Go down
to the dressing room.

Look for an outfit.

Awesome. Thank you.

Let me call you back later.

Excuse me, Perez?

Applicant
for the men's room attendant.

We're looking for someone
fluent in Spanish.

No problemo, amigo.

Uh, seriously.
Most of our clientele

is Spanish-speaking only.

Is that a ham radio?

Indeed.

It's not exactly
state of the art.

Well, that's a Swan transceiver.

Very popular in the '60s,

when every agent was
a licensed operator,

fluent in Morse code.

The good old days.

Oh, don't underestimate
the power

of short wave radio, Mr. Callen.

Hetty, those frequencies
are public.

You put a message out there,
anyone can hear it.

But maybe not understand it.

Atención.

Atención.

Okay. Is that a numbers station?

It's a recording

from 1972 of coded messages

being transmitted
from Havana to spies in Miami.

And each number
represents a letter.

Mm-hmm.

If you crack the code,
you decipher the message.

Why would anyone
still use these?

Think about it.

There's thousands
of frequencies,

they can't all be monitored.

There's no digital record
like phone, text and e-mail.

We're normalizing
relations with Cuba.

Just because we
found a ham radio

doesn't mean they're spying.

The KGB trained thousands
of Cuban spies

before the fall of the USSR.

Now, as free agents, they're
able to gather intelligence

and sell it
to the world's highest bidder.

Nuclear submarine plans.

That's a big ticket item.

We need to monitor
every broadcast

that comes from that club.

Yeah, and that
Cuban doctor.

Let's make sure he
didn't get too chatty

with that girlfriend of his.

Rebecca.

Special Agent Callen.

Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS.

What happened to the other two?

Oh, they got
reassigned.

Is that a woodpecker?

Red-breasted sapsucker.

Sphyrapicus rubus.

Ooh.
It's what I do to clear my brain

after staring at a computer
screen like a zombie.

Cool.

So look, we just have
a few more questions.

Uh, I understand you passed
your polygraph, uh, last month.

Mm-hmm.

Specifically, uh, you answered
“no” on the question,

“have you had any
unauthorized foreign contact?”

Uh-huh.

Your boyfriend's from Cuba.

Alonzo became a U.S. citizen
four years ago,

so the correct answer
is no... right?

Is he familiar with your work?

He knows what I do.

Has he taken any sort of special
interest, asked you any details?

Of course not, and I wouldn't
tell him if he did.

Nor would I be with him.

How about accessing
your computer?

Look, if you want to know
about suspicious activity,

take a look
at my crazy ex, Victor.

Even though I've tried
to change all of my passwords,

there was a time
when he knew them all.

Has he logged on to anything?

I couldn't get into a movie
last week

because he closed
my AMC account.

Well, if there's
any other suspicious activity,

just let us know.

Of course.
Thanks for your help.

Thank you.

Yeah.

She seems legit.

Spotlight switches
back to Victor.

If he can access her classified
files, he could make a fortune.

Put the blame back on her.

Yeah, but then,
why'd someone try to kill him?

Maybe he staged it.

You know? Had someone
shoot and miss,

so that he looks like a
victim and not a suspect.

It's an interesting theory.

Kensi and Deeks
can check it out.

One, two, three, four, five.

Uh, uh, one, dos.

Five and six, seven,
eight, and one.

Two, three, four, five.

Back, five.

And now for the ending.

I go under your leg,

and come around your waist.

That's quite the workout.

Yeah. Needs to be tighter, okay?

Yeah.
All right.

Uh, let's try this.

Go back. Five, six...

And around...

There you go.

Oh! Uh...

What are you doing?

I'm so sorry, I was just
doing this Costco run.

Did you guys know that they have
a ten-gallon jar of pickles?

Just a big ol' jar
with a bunch of pickles in it.

Hi, I'm Marty
from the men's room.

Hi. Kaitlin, new dancer.

So I saw you guys
doing the wicked moves out here.

Is that the lambada?
You guys gonna rehearse?

Okay, I'm gonna go.

Here, and then...
Got a wheel that's here that's bad.

Wait, what?

Your cart's got a bad wheel.

Fine. No more interruptions.

- I know, I was just thinking
-Thank you.

maybe I could replace it...

Thank you!

'cause I was at Costco--
I got a membership rewards card

and a...
Hey, callate.

¿Callate?
Yeah.

Oh, yeah, no, I can callate.
This is me callate-ing.

You guys continue your little

forbidden dance of passion.

All right, Victor.

What do you have in here?

Couple of books.

Soul Mate Search After 40.

Begin Again: Surviving Divorce

and Duct Tape
for the Broken Spirit.

Looks like Victor is the owner

of a lonely... hard drive.

Hey, I see you.
What are you doing?

Yeah, definitely gonna
have to take you for a spin,

see what you're working with.

What about our sweet friend
Perez, huh? Rico Suave?

You got yours locked,
which means you're definitely

hiding something.

Oh, wow.

We're rocking a little,
uh, Vanilla Vanquish.

Super classy.

Thought you'd be
more of a Drakkar Noir.

Copious amount of condoms.

Not gonna need those.

What size? Petite.

What?

Oh, sweet, sweet Perez.

And Anonymous.

But heavily used.

That's an interesting
combination.

Pad of paper.

Sometimes you got
to ask yourself WWCD?

What would Colombo do?

Oh.

Winner, winner, TV dinner.

Alonzo.

Hey, I'm late
for a meeting. I...

That's okay. We just wanted
to ask you about this.

What about it?

You met with Perez Bianco
outside The Oriana.

Mm-hmm.

You told us this morning
you've never been there.

I said I'd never
been inside the place, huh?

Oh.
Which is true. I haven't.

- Mm.
- Okay. - Okay?

What were you giving Perez?

Hey, I'm his physician.

That would be
doctor-patient confidentiality.

Well, that's no problem.
We'll just get a court order

to access his medical records.

Yeah, in the meanwhile we'll
hang with you all day long.

Everywhere you go.

Okay, listen.

Uh, Perez is a dancer--
he has a bad disc in his back.

He needed some medication
to get through the show,

so I brought it to him.

You brought it to him? Wow, I
wish my doctor made house calls.

Me, too.

Well, some of us still do.

All right? But really,

I have to get
to the nursing home.

What's with the car?

Why the beater?

You bought Rebecca a Porsche.

I work in the inner city, eh?

So, fancy cars, they get stolen,
they get broken into.

Mm, really?
Right.

Yeah.
Oh...

Really?
Ay!

My bad. I got a napkin.
I got a napkin.

Come here.
All right, look at...

It could be worse--
you could be wearing khakis.

You're good as new.
Okay, great.

Okay.
Have a great day, guys.

All righty.
Take care.

Hetty is very excited.
She's pretty sure

it's a one-time pad used
to translate number stations.

Yeah, we can test it on the
next broadcast from the club.

Cool, cool, cool.

Listen, do you guys have access
to-to Kensi's phone?

I'm sorry,
is that a real question?

I just need to know how many
words she's spoken today.

Yeah, no problem.
What?

No, that's totally cheating.

All right, listen,
you little meerkats,

I've spoken 5,962...

three, four... Damn it. Five...

Just tell me if it's
higher of lower than that.

Sorry, buddy, no can do.

Are we done here, Deeks?

We're not done here yet. I got
a hard drive I need you to...

Hey, Marty, how's it going?
Good, good.

Everything's good. You?

Feels like a James Bond movie.

Easy.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Little advice.
Hmm?

If you ever want
to see a paycheck,

fill out your W-4 ASAP

and give it to the guy that...

Vic... Oh, Victor!

Aah!

You okay?

Yeah.
Oh.

I'm starting to think that...

someone doesn't like you.

So the dumpster IED

was gunpowder in
a water bottle.

Not at all sophisticated.

Or lethal.

And there's
no suspicious activity

on the alley security cameras.

What about Victor's hard drive?

Well, there are
three folders inside.

Mm-hmm.
Recipes-- hundreds.

Sidebar: the wild porcini
ragout looks pretty amazing.

Mmm. Next, canine profiles
and invoices.

Yes, he works
as a part-time dog walker.

I could almost
like this guy.

I know.
And lastly, his journal.

And what's in there?

Just pain. Heartache.

Don't read it unless
you need a good cry.

Well, the good news is you might
not need any more protection.

They tried to
kill me. Twice.

The path of the bullet last
night was way over your shoulder

and the bomb was made
for cuts and bruises.

In fact, if I was a cynic,
I might argue

that you set this
while thing up yourself.

That's crazy.

Mm. Not if you're trying
to paint yourself

as the victim
to cover up the truth.

I'm not the bad guy.

All right, so who is?

It's Perez.

Perez the dancer?

He owns the club.

I borrowed $10,000 from
him for my legal fees.

Thought I'd have spousal
support by now,

but it's dragging on.

I'm four months
late with payback.

So you're saying this Perez

is making death threats
over $10,000?

Well, now it's $40,000.

There's ten percent
a week in interest.

So he's a loan shark.

With some money laundering
and extortion on the side.

You want him off your back?

And you're willing
to wear a wire?

I guess.

I mean, it's risky
if it's discovered.

Fine.

I'm better off dead.

Come on, really?

I can't make ends meet...

I owe money to criminals...

and... I don't think
I'll ever find love again.

The ladies-- they
want a rich guy,

not some bartender
who works for tips.

Don't do that. Don't say that.
Listen, you're-you're

a hard-working guy.
You know what I mean?

I hear that you're
an amazing cook, I-I...

You love dogs,
you write. It's like,

you are what they call
a catch, my friend.

I'm not cool like you.

Come on.

You're a secret agent.

You're good
at everything.

I'm not good at everything,
trust me.

Name one thing
you're not good at.

Okay, fine.

Uh, I am-I am a remarkably

terrible dancer.

What?

I can't change
my life overnight,

but you...

you can learn
to dance in a day.

The one-time pad
changes every day.

So you add the numerical value
of the letter you want

to send to the value
of each letter in the code.

For instance,
if you want to say “hello”:

H is eight-- the eighth
letter of the alphabet--

E is five, and so on.

Then you add the numerical value
of each sequential letter

on the pad.
Example:

H plus J

is eight plus ten, 18.

E plus X, 29.

If the letters are random, it's
impossible to crack the code.

Exactly.

And we're sure
this is today's code?

An hour ago we tried this
on a broadcast from the club.

According to Deeks'
one-time pad,

that translates as
“TEN P LOC T F.”

“10:00 p.m.,
location to follow.”

That's two hours from now.

Get thee to the armory.

Thanks, Eric.
What's the plan?

Well, the club doesn't open
for another hour,

so we are just gonna
hang out here.

You want a salsa lesson?

Uh, no, no.

I'm-I'm quite all right,
thank you.

It's free. And
I'm very good.

I imagine you're fantastic,

but I'm-I'm good, thank you.

We do have an
hour to kill.

We do. We do have an hour to...

Yeah, no, fine, let's do it.

Oh, my God.

Okay, I'm the girl,
you're the guy.

Put your hands like this.

What, put 'em on your hips?
Mm-hmm.

Just put 'em on there?
Mm-hmm.

All right.
Okay.

- Yeah.
- Move your hips with my hips.

- Okay.
- Go right,

go left.
Yup.

Go right,
Yup.

go left.
This is ridiculous.

No, loosen up. Move with me.
I'm... I'm trying.

That's it, you got it.
Do I have it?

Go right, go left.
This feels...

Go right, go left.
...awkwardly intimate.

Go ri...

Beautiful flowers

for a beautiful girl.

Oh, wow.
Thank you.

Mm.

The dress is lovely.

Yeah. I, um, thought that this
one would be the best, for sure.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

It's perfect on
the shoulders,

I love the open back.

Mm.
Mm?

The straps are a little
uneven, though.

Yeah.

Left foot, together.
Yeah.

Back, right foot back, together.
Yup.

Left foot forward, together.
Oh, there it is.

Yup.
Right foot back, together, forward...

- Ti-Tight. Loosen the grip. Just...
- I'm trying.

How are you feeling?
I mean, I'm feeling a bit like

David Hasselhoff
on Dancing with the Stars.

No, you're killing it.
Am I?

Next, you're gonna spin me.
I'm gonna spin you.

Under the arm...
Under the arm and then...

...and back to you.
Oh! Mm.

There are some
new high kicks,

but nothing the dress
can't handle.

Good. Okay.

I think I need
to get ready.

You know, when we dance...
Mm-hmm.

...I feel chemistry.

Oh, we're definitely
in sync.

If we lock the door...

Oh, well, I think that'd be
a terrible idea.

I just did my hair
and my makeup,

and I want everything
to be perfect, you know.

Yeah.

I'll be right here
after the performance.

Hasta luego, mi corazon.

Maple BTW seven, eight.

Maple Street, between
Seventh and Eighth.

There is an alley.

That's the flower district.

It's pretty deserted at night.

Good place to pass off Intel.

Or Cuban cigars.

Kensi and Deeks
meeting us down there?

Uh, no.
Hetty wants eyes

on Perez at the club.

Oh...
got new security video.

She passes through
security every day.

They check her baggage
for storage devices.

What about that digital camera
we saw her with?

No, she leaves
it in her car.

She'd never be
allowed in with it.

But her sketches
just waltz through.

Fast forward it
to the next day.

And the day after.

Freeze that.

It's a different
bird drawing every day.

Can you zoom in
on that woodpecker?

Mm-hmm.

I believe that's a sapsucker.

Can you remove the colors?

Piece of cake.

Take out the red.
Mm-hmm.

Take out the green...
the blue.

Connect the dots.

Hidden in the wings
of a bird.

She works till midnight.
Let's go.

She said she had a fever.

And what time
did she leave?

An hour ago, maybe two.

Right here.

What was on the wall?

Her bird drawings.

Thanks for your help.

Thank you.

Every one of those drawings had
a different schematic.

She could have
transferred her plans

for the nuclear submarine.

Within an hour,
they could be in enemy hands.

Anteater?

Tapir?

It's actually something
a little more rare

with a long nose.

Mr. Snuffleupagus?

It's a Cuban solenodon.

No such thing.

From 1890 to 1970,

they hadn't seen any--
they were declared extinct.

Then, about four years later,
they found three in the wild.

It's an amazing story.

Are you familiar with
the expression “get a life”?

I watch nature shows
with Kamran, all right?

That's one of the benefits
of having kids.

Two Asian males.

Probably the buyers.

But who's selling?

We're tracking
Alonzo's car.

He's about a block away.

So the good doctor
is moonlighting.

That whole engagement ring thing
was a big show.

Let's not jump
to conclusions.

Maybe they are
really in love.

Gonna run off, live
happily ever after.

Yeah, okay.

We're good. Go.

All clear.

He's got one guy for protection.

With some serious
firepower.

It looks like
Rebecca's portfolio.

They say art's
a good investment.

Hey.

Zanya told me

she saw you in the storeroom.

Damas y caballeros,

Les presentamos
la seducción

en baile Al estilo de
Perez y Catalina!

Federal agents!

Come out, Alonzo!
Put your hands over your head.

What a waste.

We got to flank him.

Not enough cover.

Look up.

It's worth a try.

Ah!

There's got to be
$4 million here.

There's got to be hundreds
of these bird drawings.

Cover me.

Guess she wasn't the one.

Deeks, he's got a knife.

On my way.

I know exactly
who you are.

No shot.

No problem.

Nice work, partner.

I guess I should, uh,

just get back to my tip jar.

And just for me,
you should probably

hang out in that red dress.

- It's just a flesh wound, Perez.
- Painful.

Hmm, looks like we
missed a big show.

Well, it was epic.

Now available streaming

on your local
security hard drive.

Maybe we could pop
some popcorn,

make it a movie night.

Or we can stop
talking about it.

What I want to know is
how Alonzo got to Rebecca.

Well, it turns out he went
to medical school in Moscow.

And probably received
some additional training

from a certain
three-letter agency.

So he's a doctor and a spy.
That's a good cover.

Yeah, after 2001,
he became a free agent.

Used his skills
for personal gain.

And she took the bait. Wow.

He played her
like a cheap fiddle.

You mean like a fiddle.

What?

You play someone like a fiddle,

you're all over someone
like a cheap suit.

No, you're all over somebody
like white on rice,

like mud on a pig...
Right.

...like mustard on a hot dog.
Exactly.

Yeah, what happened
to the, uh...

that word count thing
you were doing, huh?

Yeah, the game's over
when the case is closed.

14,960. What?

Ha! That is more
than double

the average male,
thank you very much.

And my number is...

Yeah, what do you got?

Wait...
Something wrong?

...uh...um,
it's not a number.

It's, um, seven
two-digit numbers.

Maybe you got hacked
by the Russians.

I don't know, this is crazy.

Maybe you should try
that one-time pad thing.

No, no, no, Sam was a mathlete,
he can do it in his head.

All right, go ahead.

Math-a-lete. Math-a-lete.
Let's see what you got.

W-i-l-l...

Mm-hmm.

Y-o-u.

“Will you.”
SAM: Will you.

Will you...
Will you what?

Will you dance with me?

Oh, honey, no.

I've had enough
for today, but thank you.

All right, come on, baby,
seriously.

No, I don't want
to dance with you.

I really don't feel like...

That's our cue to leave.
Yeah, I think so.

Good night, folks.

See you, guys.

Last time, you broke
my metatarsal.

Come on, baby, dance with me.

Don't laugh at me, 'cause
I need to concentrate.

It's very hard not to laugh at you.
I need to concentrate.

Five, six, seven...

Huh?

Oh, he's got rhythm.

By the way,
the word challenge thing,

you definitely won that.

Not surprising.

Want to go
best of three?

If you want to keep losing.

What happened to my app?

A little help
from the meerkats in Ops.

Oh, yeah, see, they were
supposed to remain neutral.

You kidding me?
A couple of gift cards

from Dave & Busters,
they snap like peanut brittle.

- What do you--
- Oh! - Spin.

Where did you learn that?

Oh, you know, I took
a couple of lessons

from our boy Victor.
From Victor?

Yeah, I know,
it sounds awkward,

but it's totally worth it
for the big finish.

Okay, but...
Ooh!

Ugh, Charley horse.
Charley horse!

Deeks!

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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