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- Hey!
- Watch it!

Look out!

What the hell did you do?

Oh, God.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Last night got a little rough.

Oh, really? Who?

Joshie.

Joshie. Joshie. Is that the one
who made your legs shake?

- No, that was Griff.
- All right, so tell me about Joshie.

Joshie. Joshie...

- Kind of over Joshie.
- That quick? For one night only.

Well, it's supposed to be fun and make
you feel good, not wake up sore.

It's different for girls.

Maybe you should go
crawling back to Griff.

I will if he comes back around.
I haven't had a repeat in six months.

I'm sorry, did I miss something?
Who are these guys?

They're not guys, they're WODs.

- W-O-Ds.
- What's that? A BFF with an STD?

W-O-D is "workout of the day."
I started doing CrossFit.

- Why?
- You gotta try it. It's addictive.

- So's meth.
- Okay, listen.

You are tired, you are sore,
you are miserable.

You are stretching muscles
you didn't even know you had.

You are in a pool of sweat,
and yet all you can think about

is doing it again as soon as possible.

Hmm, and they name all these
workouts after random guys?

No. Actually, the hero WODs
are named after firefighters, soldiers,

police officers,
fallen heroes killed in the line of duty.

But, actually, you know what?

The toughest ones
are named after women. Helen, Fran.

Fran, now that's a tough broad.
For real.

- Fight Gone Bad. Filthy 50.
- How about Lazy Sunday Morning?

Watching a Football Game
With a Cold Beer?

Heh, no pain, no gain.

If I'm gonna pay someone to hurt me,
it better be a dominatrix.

- Oh, do tell.
- That was a joke.

- That was a joke.
- Ha, ha.

I have noticed some unexplained
bruising in the past.

- Thank you.
- Yo, man, I don't judge.

- Thank you.
- Whatever you wanna do

- is your business.
- Uh-huh.

As long as you don't ask me
to spank you, we're all good.

- Great.
- Ah, you like that?

Mistress Henrietta awaits your arrival

in the operations center.

Those who are tardy will be subjected
to severe punishment.

Unless punishment
is something you desire.

No, not you.

Sorry. Just role-playing.

Oh, I get it. The, uh, tech nerd
can't play with the cool kids.

What?

Man.

Good morning, all. Ms. Jones.

An hour ago, Monica Davis
was the intended target

of a shooter in Hollywood.

Nice little serpentine move.

Yeah, she's bobbing and weaving
like she's used to getting shot at.

Who is she?

Ms. Davis is a hostess
at the Afrobeat nightclub N'Kosi.

Why is someone trying to kill her?

We don't know. And we weren't able
to get a clear angle of his face.

We're not sure,
but he may be involved with this man.

Johannes Waaldt. He's the
owner of N'Kosi, where Monica works.

He's also the face
of several charities

that build water-purification systems
in Africa.

Am I missing something?

Back in the day, Waaldt was quite
the international arms dealer.

And that would be it.

That's Abdul Habaza.

The man who killed Moe.

From helicopters
to rocket launchers,

JoJo was a one-stop shop

until he became
a legitimate businessman.

What happened, Monica Davis saw
something she wasn't supposed to?

We're not sure. And we've lost contact
with our man inside.

Who's that?

Deeks?

Not Deeks. Max Gentry.

How long's he been working this?

This is a question
for Assistant Director Granger.

Apparently, he set this up.

What is Deeks saying?

He hasn't checked in yet.

We're still waiting for his call.

Get in the door.

Oh, my God. That was crazy.
That dude could've killed me.

Oh, you got that part, did you?

Then you squeal in like freaking
Steve McQueen from Bullitt.

And I'm like,
"Get me the hell out of here."

And you're like,
bang, bang, bang. Rrr!

Getting all Fast Five with it.
Was that, like, insane or what?

No, that wasn't like insane,
that was actually insane.

I know, right? Just feel my heart.

- Seriously, baby, feel my heart.
- No.

- Why are you so mad?
- You almost got yourself killed.

But you saved me.

You are such a bad-ass.

- Come on, baby. Come here.
- Don't. Stop. Just stop.

Just relax, Max.
We got away, we're home free.

Are you kidding me? Do you have
any idea how much trouble you're in?

- I'm not afraid of JoJo.
- You should be.

- Honestly, I can't believe you did this.
- What did you expect me to do?

What I told you.
Go in, take some pictures.

- It was simple.
- When opportunity knocks...

Opportunity's about to kick open
that door and shoot us.

"Opportunity's
about to kick in that door and shoot us."

- Really? You joking?
- "You joking?"

Are you done?

Max, chill out.

- Wanna see them?
- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.
- I don't. Put them back.

I don't wanna see them. Don't...

Oh, I just dropped a Bentley.

- Can you please give those to me?
- Yeah.

Just give...
Don't put them down your... Are you...?

Don't... You're gonna drop...

Are you serious right now?
You're dropping diamonds.

This was a terrible idea.

Deeks' phone is still
at his cover house.

All right,
so why hasn't he checked in?

- Maybe he didn't have a chance.
- He's gotta know we saw the shooting.

If he was in trouble,
he would've sent a distress.

Not if he's injured or dead.

I got him.
Deeks sent an encrypted text.

- Did he say what the hell happened?
- There's been a complication.

- Yeah, we've gathered that.
- What else?

- That's it.
- That's it?

It was a short text. More of a tweet.

- He doesn't have a plan.
- We supposed to sit around

- and wait until he comes up with one?
- No.

Sam and I are gonna head to Waaldt's
club, find out who we're dealing with.

- And what am I supposed to do?
- Back up your partner.

Are there surveillance cameras
at the house?

No. But he's got an earwig. We can
send a message, tell him to put it in.

Do it.
Send the address to my phone.

Keep an eye on her?

Will do.

All right, you ready?

We can't go to a club
dressed like this.

Why not? Club's not even open yet.

Yeah, we still don't wanna walk in
there looking like a couple of hobos.

- Hobos? What is this, 1939?
- You know, we gotta look the part.

What, Hetty get you a new suit
or something?

- You got a new suit?
- I'm due.

I'm due. Why didn't she get me
a new suit?

- Maybe she wanted to surprise you.
- Hetty. Am I getting a new suit?

Not till you return the pants
from the last one.

I told you I can't find them.

What is that?

- It was Armani Privé.
- I was undercover. Things happen.

G, you lost your pants.
Even Deeks doesn't lose his pants.

- Come on.
- We're lucky Deeks wears pants.

I gotta tell you,
Hetty sure outdid herself this time.

Don't even start.

What? You don't think
this is a sharp suit?

Maybe it's because it's new.

Do you remember
before we were partners?

- Yeah, what about it?
- I miss those days.

Yeah? Okay, Lone Wolf McQuade.

Well, today I'm an ex-running back,
you're my agent,

and we're here to rent the club
for an NFL draft party.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. How come
I don't get to be the ex-player?

- As what, a kicker?
- Quarterback.

I'm taller than Doug Flutie,
I'm mobile.

Fine. Fine. We'll try it your way.
But I'd still make a great quarterback.

Yeah, just keep your pants on
in there.

- Do you want the whole dance area?
- Yeah. Yeah.

We're gonna want the VIP room and
we're gonna buy out the whole bar.

Great. We also do specialty drinks.

I like it.

This will work.

- You getting all this, Eric?
- Yeah.

Waaldt, we already know.

Okay, our shooter's name
is Pieter Smit.

He's a South African native.
Looks like he's worked security

for everyone from Blackwater
to drug cartels in Mexico and Bolivia.

Who's the guy in the middle?

That is Noah Bernosoni. He's Swiss.

He's an international banker,
most recently with Wahr Geld Bank.

Uh, graduated from
London School of Economics.

- No criminal record.
- Keep digging.

If he's dealing with Waaldt,
he's probably into something dirty.

- On it.
- The bar is fully stocked,

- and it's all top-shelf.
- Great. We're good.

And we also provide
the valet service until 1:30.

Anything later
would have to be arranged beforehand.

- Appreciate you showing us around.
- Thank you.

- We'll be in touch.
- Great.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Maybe I'll have the biggest ones made
into earrings. What do you think?

I think you should put them in the bag
before you lose them. Give them to me.

Oh, gotcha. Just like
Richard Gere in Pretty Woman.

Remember with the jewelry box
that he snaps shut? Chomp.

- I love that movie.
- Yeah, it was a classic.

- Wanna take a shower?
- No. No, I don't.

Well, suit yourself.

Oh, my God.

That's okay. I'll just get that,
that's fine. I'm here to clean.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

You're not gonna run off
with my diamonds, are you?

Just take your shower.

Last chance to join me.

Yeah, no, I'm more of a bath guy
myself, but thank you.

Oh, that's romantic. I like that.

Are you there, God?
It's me, Margaret.

Judy Blume? Really?

I got a softer side.

Yeah, it's called your head.

- I missed you too.
- Not from what I've seen.

Oh, my God, are you jealous?

Oh, please, if you wanna keep an
operation secret, that is your business.

It wasn't a secret.
It wasn't even an operation, all right?

Granger wanted info on Waaldt,
so I went to Waaldt's club.

I picked up his hostess and got her
to look around for me, that's it.

And just like that she agreed
to spy on her boss for you?

No, it took a little bit of persuading.

- I hope you used protection.
- It's not like that.

The truth of the matter
is that Max Gentry

can be incredibly charming
when he wants to be.

Maybe I should be partnered up
with Max.

Didn't know she was gonna go
all Bonnie and Clyde on me.

- So where is Bonnie?
- She's in the bedroom.

- I'm surprised you're not with her.
- You sound like her.

- What?
- Nothing.

What the hell is going on?

I asked her to snoop around Waaldt's
office. Guess what she found.

Her panties?

Meow. No, not her panties.
She found $10 million in diamonds.

Who are you talking to?

- I wasn't.
- I heard you.

No, no, I was talking to myself.
That's how I figure things out.

- You're so wound up.
- I'm fine.

Everything's gonna be okay.
I promise.

You... You just need someone
to take care of you.

And, baby,

I'm gonna take care of you.

How much we thinking?

Well, it's hard to tell
from the photos Deeks sent,

but if these are real,

and there's no real reason
to believe that they're not,

I'm guessing 10 million,
maybe more.

- That's a lot of bling.
- NCIS in Washington

has seen a recent influx
in blood diamonds.

They're untraceable,
won't set off any metal detectors,

and you can carry millions' worth
in your pocket.

As long as they're real,
no one cares where they came from.

Our Red Team has tracked
blood diamonds

from Sierra Leone to Antwerp,

where their county-of-origin papers
are often forged.

Other than Afghani heroin,
blood diamonds have been

the most consistent form
of terrorist funding.

So the big question is,
what is Waaldt funding?

- Ten million could fund a coup.
- He's out of the business.

Granger must have had
some suspicions to send Deeks in.

Where's Granger?

Oh, his office says
he is unreachable.

You told them what happened?

Absolutely.
They said they would pass it along.

We got nothing on this guy.

Well, his man Smit tried to kill
Monica Davis in broad daylight.

Some jump-off tried to steal
10 million in diamonds from me,

- I'd off her in broad daylight too.
- Heh.

Wow. That's good to know.

Hypothetically speaking.
If I were a bad guy.

It's attempted murder.

You bring him in,
maybe he gives his boss up.

He's a violent dude.
He's not the cooperative type.

Which means
we take a different tack.

Which would be...?

Something you don't need
to know about.

Hypothetically.

Kens?

Kensi, you out there?
I know you can hear me.

What?

- Where you parked?
- Down the street.

- I can't even see you.
- That's the whole point of surveillance.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry
you had to hear that.

I guarantee it sounded worse
than it actually was.

Who cares?

I'm sure Sam doesn't act like this
when Callen gets hit on.

Act like what? I'm just sitting here
covering your ass.

Not sure what she's doing with it.

- So we're cool, then?
- Why wouldn't we be cool?

We should go to Monaco, you know?
Like James Bond in Casino Royale.

It's Montenegro.

- You could get a tuxedo.
- Hmm.

And I'd get some hot dress.

And we'd be drinking champagne
and playing roulette.

No wonder she likes you.
She's delusional.

Okay, first off, Casino Royale
actually happened in Montenegro,

and secondly, we're not going
anywhere until we sort this out.

- Where's Montenegro?
- Yeah, Deeks, where's Montenegro?

It's in Europe.

You have no idea.

The beaches are topless.

Look at that, she speaks Deeks.

Match made in heaven.

We'll get you a sexy little Speedo.

- I'd pay to see that.
- People would pay to see that.

I know I would.

Tell her not to waste her money. It's
too small a return on her investment.

What? What's so funny?

Nothing, I was just laughing
at the joke that you just told.

Oh, you never find my jokes funny,
Maxi.

Maybe that's because
you aren't funny.

No, I do laugh at your jokes
because you're very funny.

You say clever things
that are very funny.

It's my phone.

- It's Waaldt.
- Don't answer that.

- Why not?
- He can use that to trace us here.

- Heh. You're getting paranoid.
- Don't answer the phone.

Hello?

Not the brightest Barbie
in the toy box, is she?

Okay, that doesn't even make
any sense.

No, you listen.

The diamonds.

I've got them. If you want them back,
you have to pay.

- You will die for this.
- I'm not afraid of you.

- Well, you should be.
- Heh. Whatever.

Hells, yeah, did you hear that?

- I heard it.
- I definitely heard it.

Did I sound like I meant business?

Sounded like she just signed
her own death warrant.

Antagonizing him
isn't gonna help anything.

Screw him.

- Why are you acting so weird?
- I'm not.

Are you getting cold feet?
Because it's a little late for that.

- You knew Waaldt had diamonds.
- I didn't know.

That's why you wanted me
to snoop around.

- Don't pretend it's not.
- No, it wasn't.

No, you wanted to know where they
were so that you could steal them.

But I stole them for you.

You should be happy.

And you should be thanking me.

You and I are gonna live
happily ever after in luxury.

Clearly delusional.

So I'm gonna get changed and you
and I can go out and celebrate.

We're not gonna go out
and celebrate.

- Yes, we are.
- No, we're not.

- Celebrate.
- Put your paws down.

- Celebrate.
- Oh, my God.

- Please help me.
- You brought it on yourself, Maxi.

You're not helping.
You are not helping.

- Are you hungry?
- No. Keep eating your bonbons.

- No origami today?
- No. And stop littering my dash.

You're hungry.

I know hypoglycaemic-induced hostility
when I see it.

I'm just thinking.

About what?

- Wanna know what I was thinking?
- About eating?

I was thinking about Wakanda.

What is that, a camp in Wisconsin?

Seeing Abdul Habaza's picture
reminded me of Moe and Jada

and the time I spent in Chad
and Sudan.

I started thinking about Wakanda.

Where is Wakanda?

It's nowhere.
It's a fictional African country.

The most technically advanced society
in the Marvel Universe.

- And the richest.
- Hold on a second. In a comic book?

You just geeked out on me
in a real moment?

When I was a kid, comic books
were the only thing that made sense.

It was simple,
good guys versus bad guys.

It was all about
T'Challa, the Black Panther.

Of course.

Not just because he was a brother
who was richer than Tony Stark.

T'Challa was a leader,
he was a president,

he was a superhero,
all at the same time.

He was all about justice.

When I left Brooklyn, the only thing
I wanted to see was the motherland

and to witness that world up close.

But instead of finding Wakanda,

I found poverty, starvation,
child soldiers, death squads.

Waaldt's bread and butter.

I thought I could save Moe.

I really thought I could help Jada.

That whole motherland thing's
overrated. I mean, look at me.

I come from a line of blood-feeding
Gypsies who keep trying to kill me.

How's that justice?

There's our guy.

You ready, T'Challa?

See, I knew I shouldn't have
said that to you.

I always regret when I tell you things.

I know you do.

Hey. Can I bum a smoke?

Thanks.

Got a light?

What kind of smoker
doesn't have a lighter?

I'm trying to quit.

Don't move.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

Pieter Smit. Born December 19th,
1972, Kroonstad, South Africa.

Mother was Mary,
father was also Pieter.

- You served in...
- What do you want?

We just wanna talk.

Not interested.

Well, we can do this the easy way
or we can do it the hard way.

- Go to hell.
- That would be the hard way.

Waaldt should've called back by now.

- You don't have to yell.
- I'm not talking to you.

Hey. Stay in the bedroom.
I'm closing this. Stay in the bedroom.

Kens, somebody's here.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

- Hi. Who are you?
- Kelly Lang, neighborhood watch.

We've gotten reports concerning
some suspicious and lewd behavior

coming from this residence.

She's in the bedroom.

Oh, where she does her finest work,
I'm sure.

- Thank God. She's gonna hear you.
- Good. Ahem.

Callen and Sam have the guy
that tried to kill you both.

They think she might help turn him.

And if Waaldt's traced her phone,
the safe house is no longer safe.

God, I hate this part.

The part where you say
everything was a lie?

That you're a big fat liar? That part?

Don't do that. Don't gloat.

- I'm not.
- You're gloating a little.

- Wasn't gloating.
- That's a little unbecoming, actually.

Monica.

Monica?

Where is she?

No.

Should've seen that coming.

If I'd known
we were going swimming,

I would've packed
my swimming trunks.

Heh. You're funny. He's funny.

I don't think he's funny.

Don't take that personally.

He's only happy
if he's hurting somebody.

Good cop, bad cop.
That's the best you got?

I don't know. I mean,
those are two of our better routines.

What else do we have?

We have the girl he tried to kill.

- We have the girl.
- Which one?

There's been a couple got away
but not many.

Now, that's funny.

No?

Tough audience.
I'll tell you what else we have.

We have your boss's diamonds.

Congratulations.

Hang out.
We'll get more acquainted later.

What do you got, Eric?

Okay, it's all good,
but Monica Davis escaped.

- How?
- Out a window, I think.

And she's got the diamonds.

And this is all good because...?

Because we're tracking
her cell phone,

and Kensi and Deeks
are following her.

She make any calls?

- Not yet.
- Keep it that way.

Don't let her receive any either.

Let us know
if Waaldt tries to reach her.

- Onit.
- Any word from Granger?

Nope.

Of course not.

- All right, keep us informed.
- Will do.

Eric, how far now?

Uh, she's about half a block ahead
of you on the left.

She stopped moving.

I can't believe
she double-crossed me.

Just when you were about to live
your life happily ever after in luxury,

she played you.

- She's actually not that bad. She just...
- Has poor judgment?

- Exactly.
- Like her taste in men.

Oh, see, I see what you tried to do
there but it's not gonna work.

She wasn't actually involved
with me,

she was involved with my alter ego,
Max Gentry.

Hang on a second.
Not your undercover legend?

Yeah, no, that's what I meant.

No, no, no, you said alter ego.
That's completely different.

Superheroes have alter egos.

No, no, superheroes have
secret identities.

Schizophrenics have alter egos,
like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Or you when you haven't
had chocolate,

or you're during your lady phase.

Shut up.

Ooh, speaking of crazy women...

- All right, stay here.
- Why am I staying here?

Um, maybe because if she sees you,
she's gonna wanna run again,

like most women.

Except for you.
You don't run from me.

That's because I carry a gun. Now,
make yourself useful and back me up.

I'll just be here holding your purse.

- Eric, call Monica's phone.
- Oniit.

Yeah? Hello?

Hello?

I think they hung up.

- NCIS.
- What?

Too many letters? Federal agent.

Back off, bitch. I mean it.

Freeze!

Max. What are you doing?
Shoot her.

Sorry, honey, he's with me.

And his real name is Marty Deeks,
and he's a cop and he's my partner.

Who's the bitch now?

Hes.

Can't argue with that.

Aren't you even a little bit curious

as to why we brought you here?

I'm assuming it's to kill me.

That's just defeatist.

What was your boss
gonna do with the diamonds?

A tiara.

I think you got a smirk out of him.
It was subtle.

I mean, you'd have to know him better
to see it but...

Look, I'm not gonna kill you.

He might. I won't.
I don't even care about the diamonds.

I just wanna know
what they were being used for.

Ask my boss.

Well, I would, but he's not here.
You are.

And I'm not telling you anything,

so you might as well go ahead
and drown me.

We're not gonna drown you.

No, he still has to feed the fish.

Did you see that? He smiled.

Now he's happy, finally.

Okay.

I'll get lunch.
What are you thinking, fish tacos?

- I'm not hungry.
- Still? Huh.

- How about you?
- He shouldn't eat.

Heh, okay. All right,
you let me know when you're all done.

- He was brokering a deal.
- I'm sorry?

Waaldt was brokering a deal.
The diamonds were payment.

- For what?
- I don't know.

- Who's the buyer?
- I don't know.

Is it Bernosoni?
The guy from the club today?

No, Bernosoni was negotiating
for the seller.

- Who's the seller?
- I don't know.

- You don't know much, do you?
- I know he was Russian.

A Russian is selling something
for $10 million?

How do you know
the seller was Russian?

- Because he was speaking Russian.
- When?

A few weeks ago
he came by the club one time.

You saw him?

Yeah, I saw him.

The Russian you saw with Bernosoni,
he one of these guys?

That one.

- That's him.
- Isaak Sidorov.

- What kind of police station is this?
- The kind you don't ask about. Sit.

Seriously?
You're not gonna say anything?

I got nothing to say.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- What's he doing here?
- Same thing you are.

- Next time I won't miss.
- Shut up and keep moving.

The diamonds she stole were
to broker a deal with Isaak Sidorov.

- Are you kidding me?
- Who's the buyer?

Smit doesn't know.

Well, did anybody recognize Sam
as David Forman or mention Quinn?

No, their covers are intact.
Picked Sidorov out of a photo array.

Said Sidorov met face-to-face
with his boss, Waaldt.

Holy crap, this is huge.

- Okay, so, what do we do now?
- We make a plan, and fast.

Johannes Waaldt was brokering
a deal with Bernosoni

using $10 million worth
of blood diamonds to buy one or more

of Sidorov's nuclear bombs
for an unknown buyer.

I'd bet more like 12 million.

What's a couple million
amongst friends, huh?

Waaldt's gonna need some serious
coin to cover that kind of loss.

You know, by now,
he must be wondering where Smit is.

Maybe we can convince Waaldt

that Smit and Monica
stole the diamonds together.

I know somebody
that can make that story stick.

You think she'll play ball?

She won't want to,

but she'll do it.

I told you things
I never told anybody else.

We did things
I never did with anybody else.

I'm sorry, but that wasn't me.
That was Max.

I risked my life for you.

Never asked you to steal diamonds.

You took advantage of me.

As I recall, you're the one
that tried to rip me off.

I thought you were getting cold feet.
I was doing that for us.

Just to be perfectly clear,
I never forced you to do anything.

Keep telling yourself that.

So, what now?

So, what now is you have a choice.

This is your third strike? Yeah?

And you stole millions of dollars
of merchandise,

you assaulted a federal officer,

and with your record,
you're looking at 25 to life.

Just cut to the chase.
Just tell me the truth for once.

Work with us.

Help us make the diamond exchange
with Waaldt.

If it leads to his arrest and the arrest
of Sidorov, you walk away free.

- That's it?
- It's that simple.

Oh, screw simple. What about
a reward for the diamonds?

I mean, they gotta be
worth something.

God bless you, always the hustler.

Yeah, takes one to know one.

Fair enough.

Why should I believe
a word you say?

Because I'm the one telling you,
not Max.

Yeah.

And your imaginary friend,
Max Gentry,

absolves you of all guilt.

"It wasn't me, it was Max."

So lucky to have a friend like Max.

Are you done?

Yeah.

So, what's it gonna be, Monica?

What do I have to do?

Call Waaldt.

You tell him it was Smit's idea.

He tried to kill you, tried to
double-cross you, and you're scared.

You tell him you have the diamonds

and you'll give them back
for $100,000 in cash.

Give him an hour to meet you
at the L.A. Music Centre with the cash

or you'll find another buyer.

Don't suppose I get to keep the cash
after we're done?

What do you think?

You can tell your buddies I'm in,
but I'm asking Waaldt for 250.

I might be scared, but I'm not stupid.

Love it.

She's all yours.

Kensi.

Let him go.

You're up, Kens.

Tuck.

You know,
you have a pretty sweet right cross.

Thanks.
I can tell you've studied Krav Maga.

Heh, you know, I used to have a thing
for buff Israeli guys.

You know what I was thinking?

What?

That you and I should take off
with the diamonds.

We'd make a pretty sexy team,
and no one would mess with us.

And I'd cut you in for half.

That was a joke.

So.

I got Max Gentry,

but you get the real deal.

- How's that?
- Deeks is my partner.

- And that's it?
- That's enough.

Is it?

You know you can't trust him.

I trust him with everything.

You're a bigger fool than I thought.

Everything he did,
he did it to establish his cover.

A cover that saved you
and that will save a lot of other lives.

I'm not worried about the past.
Any of it.

I mean, why would you be?
You're just his partner, right?

- Bye.
- Good luck out there.

- Any sign of Waaldt?
- I got nothing.

- Nope.
- Nope.

- Eric?
- Nothing yet.

And Waaldt's phone is turned off,
so we have no idea where he is.

He's coming around the fountain.
He's got a briefcase.

Is that my money?

Blunt and crass.
What should I expect from a waitress?

- I was a hostess.
- You put the ho in hostess.

- Now you're a thief.
- Takes one to know one.

Oh, clever.
Where are my diamonds?

That's enough. Hey, hey.

- Don't tell me you're gonna count that.
- No, I trust you.

- Something I'll never do again.
- I'm not here alone.

Neither am I.

Gun!

Monica!

Freeze.

- I got him. Stay down.
- Monica. Monica.

You're okay. You're okay, just breathe.
Just breathe.

I would have been better off
with Max.

Kens.

Eric, I'm gonna need
two ambulances.

Hey.

- Hey, you're still here.
- Yeah.

How come?

1, uh, couldn't find you.
You didn't pick up your phone.

Must have left it in my car.

Hetty wanted me to give you this.

Okay.

How's Monica?

Um, she's sore. Obviously lucky.

How's Waaldt?

Waaldt lawyered up in the ambulance
and he hasn't said a word.

Literally a word.

- Well, maybe he'll change his mind.
- Yeah, who knows?

- I was...
- Listen, I didn't...

- Sorry, go ahead. I wasn't...
- No, please.

I was just gonna see
if you were good.

Yeah. Heh.

You?

I mean, I'm good if you're good.

I'm good.

Okay.

Good. We're good.

Which is, you know, great.

Glad we cleared that up.

See you tomorrow.

"Sunshine and gunpowder."