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What?

Why?

You're giving me late notice on this,
but I'll try to figure out something.

Say it ain't so.

It's so.

But you've got a plan?

Up and running. Ahem.

All right, if Sam clears his throat
any harder, he's gonna break a hip.

- Kensi.
- Yeah?

What are you doing Saturday night?

Uh... Nothing. I mean...

Why?

G got tickets to the Clippers game.
My babysitter flaked out on me.

His wife's out of the country.

You want me to babysit?

- Now that you mention it...
- That is a great idea.

- We'lldo it.
- What?

- Yep.
- No.

I want you at least 500 feet away
from my kids, minimum.

What? I'm great with kids.

Yeah, see, I'm not.
Kids and me, we don't mix.

Wait. What? Are you
one of those people that hates kids?

- Hate's a strong word.
- Well, you clearly don't like them.

- No...
- You hate my kids?

- Oh, gosh. Sam, no.
- Wow.

- You hate my kids.
- No.

This changes everything.

- What? What does it change?
- Ahem.

- You're a hater.
- No, Sam.

A kid hater.

- Eric, I don't hate kids.
- Sure, you don't.

This is Miguel Barbosa.

He's the kingpin of the Barbosa Cartel
in Tijuana, Mexico.

Seems like every time
we take one of these guys down,

another five grow in their place.

Each one worse than the next.

Barbosa was gunned down
in a high-noon shootout

with local law enforcement
in Tijuana, Mexico.

Wow, big catch.

They were backed by Americans.

Navy kept Barbosa's reinforcements
from arriving on the water,

and DEA added firepower
on the ground.

And here it comes. But...?

But Barbosa's corpse was stolen
upon arrival at the morgue.

That's common with the cartels.

Deprives law enforcement of a trophy
and allows them to bury their own.

The shooter knew
this corpse was coming in.

How long was he waiting
in the container?

There. Shooter got there
two hours before the body.

He knew
the gunfight was gonna happen

and Barbosa was gonna get smoked.

- Sounds like our side has a leak.
- SECNAV agrees.

That's why he assigned us the case.

Find the leak,
track down Barbosa's body.

Who ran this op at the DEA?

Uh, "Agent John Ness."
He's with the L.A. office.

He should be expecting us.

And Tijuana police
have a high-value informant

who's an expert
on the Barbosa Cartel,

but they'll only release information
on him in person and on their own turf.

All right. We'll speak with Ness.
Why don't you guys head to Tijuana,

see if this informant has
any idea where the body went?

Well, Kensi should be fine, unless,
of course, the informant is a child.

And yet I've managed
to get along with you this entire time.

Touché.

You guys have plans this weekend?

Yep.

Goodbye, Clippers game.

Can I be of assistance, gentlemen?

- Nope.
- We're good.

File on Ness indicates
he's a serious guy.

He practically lives at the office.
Can't be bought.

- An old-school gunslinger type.
- Yeah, I heard about him.

He used to run counter-narcotics ops
back in the '90s, Latin America.

- His call sign was Ahab.
- He's an obsessive guy.

- Agents Callen and Hanna?
- That's us.

- You Agent Ness?
- One and only.

- How you doing?
- Good.

- How's it going?
- Good.

So does SECNAV really think

I got Barbosa stuffed
and mounted in my office?

Heh, not exactly.

Because I think
it's a damn good idea.

It's too bad the cartels
got their hands on him before I did.

Let's go talk in here.

We're not interrogating you, Ness.

- Maybe I'm interrogating you.
- It doesn't have to be like this.

We're talking about Miguel Barbosa,
it does.

Hope you don't mind if I have a seat.

If I stay standing longer than five
minutes, my back goes into spasms.

So you chased him
for over ten years, huh?

Ten years, three months, 21 days.

Most of it in the field,

the rest of it behind a desk
after Barbosa tried to kill me and failed.

He's recording this session, G.

Look, Ness,
the Navy's not doubting you.

In fact, we'd like your help.

You know this case isn't closed
until we locate Barbosa's body, right?

My men were on-site
when he was killed.

I was following the op in real time

and received pictures of his dead face
from the scene, which I confirmed.

My keepsake.

Does that give you closure?

After the car bomb, I woke up
in a hospital bed in Mexico City.

Told me I lost my leg.

Then they told me about my wife.

I called Miguel Barbosa from my bed,
and I told him:

"I will never stop coming.
Take my other leg.

Take everything I have, pal.
But in the end, I'm gonna get you."

We'll keep in touch, Agent Ness.

You know where to find me.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Huh?

- Vamonos, cowboy.
- God, I love Mexico.

Seriously, this place has got
four of my favorite things.

It's got cheap beer, it's got great surf,

it's got, obviously, beautiful women,
it's got sombreros.

Stay sexy.

No me gusta.

How are we supposed
to recognize this police contact?

His department didn't give us his name

or the name of his informant.
SOP in cartel country. Thanks.

But he knows what we look like.
Wow, that is fantastic.

Kid's not so bad.

Hmm, there's that word again, "kid."

- Deeks...
- You really don't like them?

I didn't exactly have
the ideal upbringing.

Maybe I don't wanna put
a kid through that too.

You really wanna do this?

You wanna have the crappy-childhood
contest with me?

You and I get to see how dark
this world is getting on a daily basis.

Why would I wanna
bring a child into that?

Fair enough but,
you know, this isn't to be shocking,

but you don't have to do it alone.
I mean, it takes two people.

And if you didn't know that,
I could demonstrate for you.

I just need, like, a cape,
some tequila...

- Heh.
- Agent Blye, Detective Deeks.

Sanchez, Tijuana P.D.

Sanchez,
how do you feel about children?

- Cops don't banter down here.
- All right.

Barbosa may be dead,
but we're still living in a war zone.

Where's your informant?

- The kid?
- His name is Javier. My team...

- I'll get him. Moving.
- Move.

Hey.

Get down!

- Exfil out the back door.
- You gotta get better groupies.

If I'd known this is what it took
to get across the border,

I would've tried getting shot long ago.

Relax, man, relax.

What's your name, amigo?

Javier.

And I probably speak better English
than you, amigo.

No argument there.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah? Might be one back
at the cantina with those shooters.

We can always dump you
back there.

Listen, we're on your side,
desperado.

- Then why can't I have a lawyer?
- Because I said so.

Did you just drop the
"because I said so" bomb on him?

- What if I did?
- What do you mean, "What if I did?"

- Gonna send him to his room?
- Excuse me?

- Take away his milk money?
- Why are you guys arguing?

We're not arguing.

We are having a discussion.

Just work on that 10 and 2.

- Oh. What?
- Ten and 2. Ten and 2.

- Yeah?
- Hey, hey, hey.

Put your hands on the wheel.

That lady's crazy, dude.

Kind of reminds me of my mom.

Listen, I know this is hard to believe,

but I guarantee you're safer with us
than you are anyplace else.

I never committed a crime.

I never hurt anyone, I swear.

So why'd those guys
come after you?

Okay. Thank you.

NSA says there's been
no Barbosa-related chatter.

Everyone's laying low.

Could mean
something big's going down.

Same with the Mexican federales.

If somebody knows about the hit,
nobody's talking.

Hey.

What'd you guys pick up
on the singer?

His name is Javier Ramos.

And he's not just a singer.
He's a cartel celebrity.

A narcocorrido.

Minstrels for the drug cartel.

They make music
that glorifies criminals like Barbosa.

Like folk singers
for the Mexican underworld.

Javier was Barbosa's personal
songwriter and performer.

So who stands to gain
by killing Javier?

Well, this cartel had some problems.

Barbosa's right-hand man
wanted to take over.

Pedro Moreno.

Their men were taking sides.

It was gonna be a civil war,

but Barbosa was killed
before it could start.

Civil war would have been ugly.

May have been
some Barbosa loyalists left.

Javier's songs glorified him.

Those people in Mexico
take their narco music seriously.

Maybe seriously enough
to turn Barbosa into a martyr.

Moreno killing Javier would be
the final nail in Barbosa's coffin.

End his legacy forever.

You guys go home
and get some sleep.

- All right.
- Thanks.

- Night.
- Good night.

I don't know.

What do you think?

I think we need to talk to Ahab again.

This has been
a memorable adventure.

- Are we almost there yet?
- Oh.

- He asked you that ten minutes ago.
- Yeah, welcome to my life.

Maybe we can pull over
for half a second.

I think I saw a cactus
with my name on it.

Seriously, Deeks, again?

Unless you want me to pee
in a bottle again.

- Okay.
- Hey.

- Enjoy.
- Damn it.

Look, I... I don't know
why those guys wanted to kill me.

- Honest.
- They didn't wanna kill you.

If they wanted to,
you'd be dead. Okay?

They shot Detective Sanchez first.

And they took shots at me
and at my partner. Never you.

They wanted you alive.

She's right.

Somebody wants an audience
with you pretty bad,

and I don't think it's to sing "Hava
Nagila" at their kid's bar mitzvah.

I'm not a snitch.

Okay. Fine. Don't say anything.

I was Miguel Barbosa's best friend.

Here he is.

You guys mind making some room?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- How's it going?
- You boys hungry?

Kitchen makes
a mean mac and cheese.

- Heh. We're good, thanks.
- Sean.

Get me two orders of mac and cheese
for my sailor friends here.

An attempt was made on
Javier Ramos' life last night in Tijuana.

Dance with the devil,
you're gonna smell like brimstone.

Javier was a cartel groupie.

His songs make kids wanna grow up
with gold-plated AKs.

Pedro Moreno was part
of Barbosa's entourage too.

They were about to go to war.

Any reason you could think of
that Moreno would want Javier

to join Barbosa in the afterlife?

You first, Sam.

You're crazy. There's no way
I'm putting this garbage in my body.

- Come on, eat up while I think.
- I'm allergic to dairy.

Oh, since when?

Since that thing.

- What thing?
- That thing. Allergic.

I have to pass. I'm gluten-free.

What the hell's gluten?

I'm pretty sure
there's nothing gluten in there.

To answer your question,
Barbosa was a megalomaniac.

Which means the only reason Moreno
would even go after Javier would be...

Ness? Ness.

Agent Ness.

Get a medic.

Agent Ness.

I don't think this is a heart attack.

Secure every exit.
No one leaves this building.

Yes, sir.

He's dead.

What do you got?

Kitchen staff reported
one missing cook's uniform.

Security cams didn't catch any
unauthorised visitors coming or going.

Killer's a pro.

Yeah, forensics team says
he was killed by an aconitine toxin.

Yeah, monkshood plant.

Guns and knives in a federal building
get assassins caught.

- Vegetation, not so much.
- Mm-hm.

Well, with Ness dead, we only have
one reliable Barbosa source left.

Any chance of finding the leak
or the stolen body

is gonna come down to one guy.

Narcocorrido,

Javier.

Ever heard of
DEA Agent John Ness?

Sure. He's Barbosa's
worst nightmare.

He has this obsession
with catching him...

Had an obsession.

Ness was killed inside his own office
building less than a half hour ago.

Poisoned. Killer escaped.

Ness is an expert on Barbosa.

I mean, that's kind of like you, right?

You don't think your cantina adventure
and the Ness hit were connected?

I don't know.

Someone's tying up
Barbosa's loose ends.

- You're the last one left.
- We just need a name, desperado.

Okay, you wanna talk about Barbosa's
enemies inside the cartel?

- What about Pedro Moreno?
- Moreno?

He's just a psycho.

Barbosa was more than that.

I was singing for pesos on the street
when he found me.

Took me in, bought me a new guitar
that same day.

He wanted me to sing
"Happy Birthday" to his mother.

He even let me keep that guitar
afterwards.

So he discovered you?

Nobody ever gave me
anything before.

My dad was killed in a cartel crossfire
when I was a little boy.

Barbosa took me in.

And you paid him back
by singing narcocorridos

that would make him
a living legend in Mexico.

We'd talk about music for hours.

His ideas for lyrics.

The things Barbosa had seen
and done on his rise to the throne.

I heard his hopes,

his dreams, his fears.

And you got another father.

I lost my father too.

He was an amazing man.

My dad wasn't an amazing man.

He was actually
kind of a terrible human being.

But that didn't mean that
I didn't miss him

in some weird way
after he was gone.

And I think my point is
that I understand what it's like

to have conflicted emotions
about your father.

Barbosa was a monster
to most people.

Nobody can ever replace a father,
but he was who I had.

It feels like you're the first people
I've ever met who get that.

It sounds like Kensi and Deeks
are making some progress on Javier.

Let's go.

Not so fast, gentlemen.

- You here to put out fires, Hetty?
- Put out fires?

This is an inferno
to make Dante Alighieri blush.

- How bad's the fallout?
- Bad. Very bad.

As a matter of fact,
SECNAYV and the DEA director

want to hear your after-action report
on Ness' murder.

SECNAV needs to know we don't have
that kind of time right now.

Well, you can tell him yourself,
Mr. Hanna.

- He's upstairs right now.
- SECNAV is on-site?

On-site and unhappy.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks
will just have to wait for you.

That's okay.
I'll go upstairs and debrief them.

Go to the boatshed. I'll catch up.

I'm not gonna send you
to the lions alone.

I work with Granger on a daily basis.
Lions are just another day at the office.

Go, Mr. Callen,
before the inferno grows.

- I'm good.
- All right.

What was the last thing you remember
discussing with Barbosa?

Anything can help us, Javier.

Lately he was obsessed
with the idea of immortality.

Living forever.

No.

Heh. Being raised from the dead.

Resurrection.

He'd sip tequila and smoke cigars
out on his deck.

Talk all night
about the savior's second coming.

- Was Barbosa a religious man?
- No, heh.

He just liked the drama of it.

See, his enemies would think
they killed him

and sleep soundly that night.

And come morning,
all the world would know

that Miguel Barbosa rose from the
grave and brought hell along with him.

- Sounds like a song.
- It was.

I called it "Resurrection."

When Barbosa heard it, he told me,

"Never play it for anybody else
ever again."

And why do you think he said that?

He was a great guy.

A little crazy, but...

He said it would ruin the surprise when
he really did come back from the dead.

We'll be back.

You thinking what we're thinking?

Barbosa's alive.

- Done with the debriefing?
- Just getting started.

They gave me a break
before we get back into it.

Ness was in line
for assistant directorship at the DEA.

They wanna know every detail
about his death.

Callen, federales sent us photos
of the Barbosa shootout.

Throw it up.

We think Barbosa may have
staged his own death.

Now, Ness verified these photos,

but he's been emotionally involved
in the case for over ten years.

He could've gotten too close.

Maybe he wanted Barbosa dead
so bad he got tricked.

Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein
used look-alikes as decoys.

It's not like
he doesn't have the resources.

Barbosa has a lot of money
and a lot less overhead.

He had a limited window of time.
Once officials ran the DNA

and the prints on this body,
they'd realize it wasn't the real deal.

So they steal the body
from the morgue.

It's gotten to be so routine
with the cartels

that no one thinks twice about it.

Why don't you reach out to the DEA
and the CIA?

Have them keep an eye
for any communications

to Barbosa's family
or his top lieutenants.

- Okay.
- I gotta get back.

- Keep me in the loop.
- Will.

You are sorely missed.

- I could always...
- Keep walking, Mr. Hanna.

Barbosa's alive, Hetty.
This whole ruse makes total sense.

In a cartel power struggle,
the smartest move would be

for all his enemies
to assume that he's deceased.

And it gives him the element
of surprise to move against Moreno.

Unfortunately,
Moreno's not the only one.

Barbosa hoped
would let down his guard.

Ness.

These guys are as brutal as the
Chechens or the Serbians ever were.

I'm afraid it's more than brutality
we have to be concerned with.

Mr. Barbosa has gone
to extraordinary lengths

to lay out the board
to his advantage.

Our next move has to be made
with extreme care.

- We'll find him.
- We must.

Otherwise,
Agent Ness will have died for nothing.

The joke that Barbosa made to you
about resurrection...

We don't think that was a joke.

You think Barbosa sent someone
after me in the cantina?

Well, we don't know that for sure.
It could've been Moreno.

Wait. If Barbosa's alive,

he'll know I'm here.

I can't go back to Mexico.
Even here, I'm...

We can put you
in a WITSEC program.

- That's short for...
- Witness protection.

There's satellites in Mexico.
I've seen the shows.

You'd live under a new name,
a new identity.

It would be a new start.

But you can never contact
your friends and family again.

So I guess that rules out
a record deal.

Look, this isn't as simple
as me giving up my lifelong dream

for guaranteed safety.
There are no guarantees.

Barbosa has people everywhere
and in everything.

You're absolutely right.

There have been cases where
the program was compromised.

There is another option.

Help us go after him.

If we get Barbosa,
he'll be placed in supermax,

the highest-level security prison
in the country.

Even the top criminals
and terrorists in the world

are pretty much powerless
once they're inside.

So that would be the end of it?

We're not gonna lie to you, Javier.

We all know
there are no guarantees with cartels.

But I like your odds
a whole lot better.

And obviously,
going after Barbosa's gonna be risky.

And we're gonna have to put you
in harm's way.

But you will never leave our sight.

I'll tell you what. Why don't we give you
some time to think about it?

I don't like this, Mr. Callen.
I don't like it one bit.

- Hetty...
- Trying to lure out Barbosa

not only puts Javier's life in danger
but also Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks.

If Javier agrees to do it,
and there's no guarantee that he will,

this is our only chance
at bringing down Barbosa.

Bringing down Barbosa
won't shut down the cartel's operation.

It just makes it easier
for his rivals to take control.

And then it's back to business
as usual.

Exactly. You just made my point
for me, Mr. Callen.

Right. But consider this, Hetty.

You could have said the same thing

about the Mafia in New York City
in the '80s.

But it took more than ten years
of RICO indictments

and much blood spilled
on both sides.

And look at New York today.

The mob no longer has a stranglehold
on the city.

Hetty, we have to keep at it.

People deserve the right
to see their spouses off to work

and their children off to school
without worrying

about them coming home
in a body bag.

It's probably the most important
decision of his life.

Yeah, we're gonna do everything
we can

to make sure he stays safe
no matter what he chooses.

We can't hold ourselves responsible
for the consequences of his decision.

Really?

What? It is his decision. It's not
like we weren't honest with him.

- He's not a kid.
- Heh.

Please, I shudder at the thought
of your decision-making skills

when you were that age.

I'll have you know
I was actually very mature for my age.

Mm-hm, probably as mature as
a drunken 20-something-year-old

in a Girls Gone Wild video.

Do you know of those
based on vicarious viewing,

or is it something
much more first-hand?

- Touché. Bad example.
- Because I got my credit card ready

- and the pause button...
- Hey, moving on.

It's not much of a decision,
if you ask me.

What do you mean?

Going into WITSEC
with Barbosa still at large?

Most WITSEC cases go
without incident.

Yeah, but those odds go way down

when you're talking about
Mexican drug-cartel snitches.

Okay, and what are his odds
if we dangle him like a worm on a hook

in front of a barracuda?

Yeah, I guess they both kind of suck.

Yeah, they both kind of do.

You think we pushed him too hard?

Maybe.

- Guys.
- What do you got, Eric?

Word got out on the street
that Javier's being taken to WITSEC.

You got that sweet
silver Range Rover?

Keeping back nicely.

Yeah, but he's been with us for the last
three random turns that you've made.

I told you,
he's got people everywhere.

Turn here.

Good timing, Deeks.

I make a point of wearing
my gold Rolex to my garbage-man job.

Get down.

Kens.

Stay down!

- Get down. Javier!
- Javier!

Javier!

- Damn it!
- Deeks!

He's gone.

Javier.

Hello, Mr. Barbosa.

It seems rumors of your death
have been greatly exaggerated.

Looks like the undercover op
with the garbage truck was a success.

Let's not pat ourselves on the back
just yet, Ms. Jones.

Mr. Barbosa may be alive,

but I'm afraid Javier may not be
for very much longer.

Okay, Javier's GPS
has them at 9th and Grand.

Kensi and Deeks
are both in position.

We got one security camera
facing the parking lot

and one guy at the door.

We're heading to the fire escape.
You ready? Go.

Show us how good you've gotten.

Maybe I can start singing
the resurrection ballad now.

Your humor translates well.

Tell me, who was it that got you?

FBI? Homeland Security?

NCIS, U.S. Navy.
But I didn't say anything to them.

- No?
- No.

I'm sure you said something, heh.

"Hello. Where's the bathroom?

Can I get a coffee?" Ha, ha.

Well, yeah, yeah,
maybe a little bit but I...

Stop babbling.

Do they know I'm alive?

No.

I didn't know you were alive.
How could I tell them?

Did I imply that you did? Heh.

Would you tell them had you known?

No.

It's not that I don't believe you,
Javier, heh.

It's just that sometimes
when people talk,

maybe you say something
you don't mean to.

With all the questions
and the pressure,

sometimes maybe
a little something slips out, heh.

Maybe you don't realize it at the time
or you forget because of all the, uh...

Confusion?

Confusion.

No.

No, I swear. I didn't say anything.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

No. Miguel. Miguel, we're friends.
We're... We're friends.

You were closer to me
than anyone, Javier.

That's more than
a man like me can afford.

No. No!

Mr. Beale?

A few technical difficulties.

Well, I suggest you fix them now.

- Ness?
- Barbosa.

I survived.

- Ness?
- I'm never gonna stop coming.

You could take my other leg.
You could take everything I got, pal.

But in the end, I'm gonna get you.

You're dead. I'll finish the job myself,
then spit on your wife's grave.

How is it that Ness is still alive?

You said the poison worked.
Finish the job.

You son of a bitch. You're dead.

You hear me?

I don't care how many times
I have to kill you!

Can you keep him
on the phone, Mr. Beale?

I could only cut together so much
of Callen and Ness's conversation

before it became
conspicuously repetitive.

Where do we go, Eric?

You're looking for double doors.

Two of his men are
still with Barbosa and Javier.

Callen,
you're about to get some company.

Sorry that it's come to this.

Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye,
Javier is out of time.

Shoot! Do it!

Put your hands behind your back.

It was the only way, Javier.

I had to test your loyalty.
I was never gonna kill you.

- You understand?
- Javier, he's lying.

That's what he does.
You know that now.

No. You're like a son to me.

You know that.

You have to trust me. Okay?
You trust me?

We're gonna leave now, okay?
Let's go.

I'm sorry.

Javier, you did good.

You did good.

I got you.

Was it the longest debrief ever?

One day somebody might offer me
a desk job.

If I accept it, you have permission
to shoot me on sight.

Done.

- Javier make it back to Mexico?
- On his way now.

Now that his singing career is over,
it's a fresh new start.

Why is it over?

Barbosa and his closest guys
are dead, he's young and talented.

And his record label is a drug cartel.
He should be applying to colleges.

Right, that's what I'm saying. He's got
other options besides narcocorrido.

I'm sure that Mexico
has their own version of The Voice.

That's what you came up with?
I'll have you know that the winners

end up broke a year later.

- Did you get a sitter?
- No. Out of luck.

You're gonna have to take
someone else to the Clippers game.

Where's Paris Summerskill
these days?

She's in Des Moines.

I'll do it.

You will?

I'll do it.

- What changed your mind?
- Yeah, what changed your mind?

Besides the fantasy
of little Martys running to and fro.

- God.
- Heh.

Heh. I don't know.
Just helping Javier, it felt different.

- Felt good.
- Wow.

This changes everything.

Thank you, Kensi.

I do have one condition, though.

- Name it.
- Deeks helps me watch your kids.

What?

Look, I am taking a leap here
with this babysitting thing.

It would be really nice to have
my partner there to back me up.

That is, if he takes me up on it.

You wanna play house?

Ah, they wanna play house, Sam.

- At your house, when you're not there.
- Oh, yeah?

I have nanny cams.

- Everywhere.
- Ha, ha.

That's okay, because I do some
of my best work on camera.

Oh. Thank you for an image I will
never be able to get out of my head.

That so wrong? I'm just getting it done.

HD.

They grow up so fast.