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♪ You call me to tell me
what's up with you ♪

♪ Huh? ♪

♪ We're living
on top of the world, it seems ♪

♪ Way up here
in a higher place ♪

Whoa.
Uh-huh.

♪ What's our time?
Are you coming over? ♪

You've got to be kidding me.

Whew.

♪ Oh, clouds
that I keep falling through ♪

Do you think anyone here
knows it's only Thursday?

Dude, I don't think anyone here
cares that it's only Thursday.

Who are these people?
I don't know.

Oh.

How you ladies doing?

Hey. Happy Thursday.

Not cool, man. Not cool.

Dude, you started with the whole
Thursday thing. Got in my head.

That's still not cool.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I could get used
to this.

Ever think maybe we got
into the wrong business?

I don't know what business
this is, but I'm in.

Salud.
Salud.

Jessie, I think
I'm in love.

Dude, you have to drink
or it's bad luck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yo, Jessie,
you okay?

You okay? Jessie.

Jessie, you okay?
Jessie. Somebody help!

Jessie! Jessie!

Call 911!

Are you okay?! Jessie!

♪ NCIS: LA 8x04 ♪
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Oh, man.

Whoa.

What's wrong with you?

Get thrown off the mechanical
bull at Saddle Ranch again?

I told you to lay off
the mescal.

I didn't go out last night.

Okay. So what's going on?

Nothing.
Just did a little, uh...

a little something yesterday.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.
Ouch. What, a colonic?

A triathlon.

When were you training
for a triathlon?

You didn't train.

So you swam
a mile,

biked 25 miles,
then ran another six

without warning your body first?

Well, it was an Ironman,
so, technically,

it was 2.4 miles,
112 miles,

and 26.2 miles.

With no heads-up.

Kind of
a spur-of-the-moment thing.

All right, so you
just momentarily lost your mind

and thought you were 20 again?

What were you

trying to prove?

That I could do an Ironman.

Better not affect your
performance in the field today.

I feel great.
I don't want to hear

a thing about, you know,
your tight calves

or your chafed nipples.
Well, then you

definitely don't want to hear
about my rectus femoris.

No, I do not.

Mmm.
But I do have a question.

Did you actually finish?

Of course.

Was the sun still up?

O ye of little faith.

Hey, is this
a good stopping point?

Because this feels
like a good stopping point.

Is this a good stopping point?

Because we actually have a case.

You need a hand, Ironman?

I'm gonna meet you up there,
actually.

'Cause I got to, uh...

I just got to check
on a few things here.

Okay. Right.
Not a word

about your chafed nipples.

Not a word.

Never mind.

Long story.
Yeah.

This is fun.

Where's Hetty?

Called in sick.

Where is she really?

I suspect she's out
mole hunting.

Alone?

She said, “Honey badger
don't mess around.”

What the hell
does that mean?

I was afraid to ask.

What do we got?

Cell phone footage
from a party

in Malibu
yesterday.

- What the hell was in that drink?
- Not sure.

Compound's still being analyzed.

But we're guessing
it's a caustic poison.

Whatever it was burned holes
in his throat and esophagus.

Bet that killed
the vibe.

Man's name was Jessie Evans.

He worked as
a U.S. Citizenship

and Immigration
Services agent

with the Department
of Homeland Security.

Not only that-- he's the second

USCIS agent
to die

in Los Angeles
in the past month.

So SECNAV

wants us to
investigate.

Who's the friend?

Uh, Carlos Gutierrez.

He's not a USCIS agent.
He and Jessie Evans

knew each other from college.

All right.
Send him to the boatshed.

Already on his way. Nell,
get Deeks from the hospital.

You two
are working together again.

Okay. Great.

Let's try to keep

the fisticuffs
to a minimum today.

Right.
I'll just, uh....

Uh,
Nell.

Earpiece.
Thanks. I always forget.

Good luck.
Thank you.

Nell.

Right. Keys.

Thanks.

To the 'Bu
we go.

Yeah.

Good morning, sunshine!

I got your two
favorite things,

breakfast burritos
and fresh coffee

I did with a French press.
I'm just kidding.

I bought that at a store.
You smell that?

Pretty good.
All you got to do is wake up.

That's not bad.

What the hell?

Excuse me.

Hi.

My, uh, fiancée's
engagement ring is missing.

Where'd she leave it?

On her finger.
And she's in a coma.

I'm sorry.
Let me go get the charge nurse.

Yeah, you do that.

God, you got to be kidding me.

Is this what
you're looking for?

We noticed it on her hand when
we were checking her vitals.

Why did you take it off?

Valuables sometimes go missing.
And in her condition...

Yeah, no,

that makes sense. Of course.
I'm glad you...

Thank you for doing that.

It's a beautiful ring.

Did you pick it
out together?

No, no.

It, uh, was gonna be a surprise.

She actually hasn't seen it yet.

She's gonna love it.
Um, it's probably best

if you hold onto it
just a little while longer.

Until she wakes up.
Right.

Until then.
Okay.

If you need anything else,
just let me know.

Thank you for grabbing it.

You're welcome.

In the pocket.

Hey, guys. Owner around?

Right there.

I can't picture her
riding a flamingo.

You think?

Excuse me.

Is this
your place?

Oh, I wish.
Have you seen the view?

Five beds, six baths,

Sub-Zero and Wolf appliances
throughout.

And zoned
for Webster Elementary.

Are you two interested
in leasing or buying?

Oh, actually, could I get
your numbers first?

I'm Diane.
And you are?

Agent Callen, NCIS.
This is my partner, Agent Hanna.

You do know
this is the scene

of an active
murder investigation.

Oh, you're
absolutely right,

and I am so sorry.

But did I mention the rain
shower in the master bath?

We're looking for the owner.
Oh.

I've been trying to sell
this place for eight months,

and I don't even know the owner.

My guess is
that it's some sheikh.

Then who threw the party
yesterday?

Some guy. Very cute.

I believe he said he made
his money in kitty litter.

So you rented

the house out for the party?

Oh, yes. I market the home

to potential buyers
at a daily rate, sure.

Smart.

Well, except
for the misdemeanor.

I thought I heard “misdemeanor”"
Renting a house

in a single-family neighborhood
for a party

is punishable up to a year
in jail.

Jail?

Mm-hmm.

Did he say “jail”?

He said “jail”"
Jail.

Now's the time
when you find a way

to help us out. Fast.

Right.

Well, actually, um,
I'm not supposed to know this,

but I figured out a way
to access the security cameras.

See, I have a teeny-tiny
problem with voyeurism.

Which I blame on menopause.

And my husband...
Well, he's my ex.

I mean, would that help
or was that TMI?

After you, Diane.

All righty.

Check out that view
as we walk out.

Yeah, it's beautiful.
It's beautiful.

Hey.

There you go.
Thanks.

How you
holding up?

Uh, coffee will help.
Mmm.

I don't think I actually ever
fell asleep last night.

I never...

Jessie was alive in my arms,
and then he wasn't.

And there was nothing
I could do to help him.

How did you end up at the party?

Did you guys know somebody
there?

No.

Those people were from,
like, a different planet.

Jessie and I were grabbing
a bite yesterday,

and this woman,
this-this gorgeous woman,

at the next table over
started talking to us.

She told us about
this sick party up in Malibu.

Said all we needed
was a password,

“kiwi,” to get in.

So we showed up.

And it sounded like fun
at the time, you know?

You two just let me know
if you need anything.

We're good, Diane.

Where'd that drink
come from?

Agent Hanna--

and I'm
just making

chitchat here--
would you say

you and your family are
comfortable in your home or...

We're very comfortable.

Fabulous.

Just makes me

so happy to hear.

Um, but it's also such a shame,

given today's
interest rates are probably

the lowest they'll
ever be in our lifetimes.

Well, certainly mine.

You're still a spring chick.

Diane.

We're working, we're working.

Okay. Okay, okay.

There.

Got a better angle on her face?

You recognize that woman?
Yeah.

That's the girl
who told us about the party.

Well, she was there, and she put
something in Jessie's drink.

It was a setup?

Possibly, yes.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I know the woman
in that photograph.

Another former
love interest, sir?

Her name's Ming Wah.

She's a notorious hit woman
for the Triad.

Uh-oh.

You just had to take
Mulholland, didn't you?

G, the shortest distance between
two points is a straight line.

Mulholland is 21 miles
of curves.

There's nothing straight
about it.

Maybe he's just out there
getting some fresh air.

Doesn't look like
his fresh air face to me.

Oh, God.

What's up, sir?

We got Triad trouble.

This woman is believed
to be a Triad assassin.

Her name's
Ming Wah.

If looks could kill.
Oh, wait, they do.

She worked for Zhang Kiu.

Triad boss.
U.S. tried

to extradite him
for years.

Doesn't matter anymore.
Zhang Kiu

was killed by
a rival organization a year ago.

But his assassin

may be of some value.

Might be able to tell us who
now runs the Triad's operations.

Find her.

And when you do,
I want first crack.

Oh...

I'll just tell you later.

No. No.

I know me. You know me.
I'm gonna forget.

I'm going to write myself
a reminder.

Spanking.

Oh.

That recycling story
I heard on NPR this morning.

You are definitely gonna want
to hear about that.

Yeah.

Whipped...

cream.

How have I not told you about
the new comic I am reading?

It is set in modern day Detroit,
based on the Roman Empire.

It's like...

So cool. Domination.

What you got there, Beale?

Hmm? Oh.
Um, I'm just keeping tabs

on, uh, all the things I want
to tell Nell when she gets back.

Well, I have a personal
and professional obligation

to have you not do that.

What? Uh...

No, are you...

P-Please don't...

Think about her on your own time
and thank me later.

Where are we
on finding Ming Wah?

Oh. Uh, Ming Wah, our hit woman.

Or hit lady.

Is there really a proper name
for an assassiness?

Right?

'Cause... Okay. Um,

there are not that many
traffic cameras in the area,

so I wasn't able to follow her
in or out of the party itself.

But you put your special
gray matter to work and...

And I was able to track her
from the restaurant

where she first told
Jessie Evans about the party

to a warehouse in Culver City.
And?

And it's been leased
to a shell company

that I was able to trace

to Mainland China.
All the way...

to these guys.
Look at that. There's our girl

who killed Jessie Evans
yesterday

and her old boss, Zhang Kiu.

The lease was signed
two years ago,

before Zhang Kiu
was killed.

I'll let the team know.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Now I see it.

Okay. All right.
You know what,

we could just...
Just eyes on the road

would be fantastic.

Come on. I said I was sorry
about the U-turn.

Yeah, that was more
like an ampersand.

Going for accuracy,
I'd call it a G-clef.

Can we just ten and two?

Put the paws on ten and two
and then just...

If we could just look ahead,
that'd be so much safer.

Yep.

- If it'll help you calm down.
- I'm super calm.

Calmer than you are.
For the record,

I have no idea what happened
back at that off-ramp.

That was a near collision
and a near-death experience,

which isn't a great combination.

I mean, where did that
truck even come from?

Blind spot. Came right
from the blind spot.

- Right...
- there.

Okay, Deeks, usually
I'm driving a Mini,

so this is, like, a whole lot
of car for me right now.

You do realize you're playing
right into a stereotype, right?

Oh, definitely. And you realize
I'm sitting on a first aid kit

to see over the
steering wheel, right?

Right.

Thank you.

No, no. I mean, like, you were
supposed to take a right.

It veers off, and we were...
I'll have you know

that I am an excellent driver.
we were getting out...

Okay? So from here on out,

I'm going to be
that excellent driver.

It's fine. 'Cause my regular job
doesn't give me

enough adrenaline. I got
to double down with you driving.

Okay. Okay. Enjoy it

while you can, bud,
because, soon enough,

Kensi and her perfect little
driving skills will be back

and the two of you
can live happily ever after.

I'm sorry.
That...

that came out...
all kinds of wrong. Um...

No, no, it's good.
I totally got what you were...

Listen, when we get there,
- - just stay to my left,

and let's keep a lid
on the head kicks.

I'll try.

Okay.

How's Kens?

No news. What do we got?

Behind this, we have a
freestanding two-story building.

Front entrance, back entrance,
fire escape on the roof.

No surveillance
cameras.

Also can't guarantee
what's on the inside.

Eric didn't see anyone
go in or out.

But he also doesn't know
if it's empty.

Not only that--

we don't know what the Triad's
using the warehouse for.

These guys got their hands
in a lot of honeypots.

Yeah, could be

drugs, guns, exotic animals--
you name it.

Wait, there's a chance
we're gonna see monkeys in here?

Besides the one we have?

I'm more of a jungle cat.
You know that.

Why don't you guys
take the front?

Yeah.

You got this.

I know.

Ooh. Nice.

Okay, we're good. On your count.

On three. One, two, three.

Moving.

Clear.
Clear.

Clear.

Are we sure
this isn't an Amazon depot?

They're all purses.

Same thing here.

High-end. Hermès. Louis Vuitton.

It's like
a Neiman Marcus sample sale.

No. The clasp's all wrong.

Should be a rectangle,
not a square. And it should be

gold, not silver.

And the logos

are backwards. And this is all
kinds of funky. And, no, Deeks,

I'm not playing into some sort
of stereotype, okay?

I'm just extremely
detail-oriented.

So, what, the Triads
are planning on waging a war

with an arsenal of fake purses?

They might. These bags aren't
as harmless as they look.

Counterfeit goods fund
child labor,

human trafficking,

even terrorism.

Like the 2004 terrorist bombings
in Madrid.

DHS seizes billions
in fake goods every year.

And that's just what
they can find.

Well, that “bags” the question--
pun intended...

- Nobody? No takers?
- No.

All right.
How'd these get past the gates?

Federal agents!

I said
federal agent!

Easy.

Nice and easy.
Just...

God! Son of a...

Ouch. Stairs.

Yeah.

Now, that's a jungle cat. Whew.

Federal agents.

Uh! Uh!

Turn around. Hands up.

Hands up.

Don't come back to me.

Stay there. Hands up.

G,

check this out.

You seeing
what I'm seeing?

Zhang Kiu.

You look pretty good
for a dead man.

How goes your mole hunt?

Are you cleaning that because
you're planning on using it?

So, Zhang Kiu

isn't dead. He's been hiding out
here in Los Angeles.

His murder was a ruse.

Listen, I've got an agent down,
and it's been one hell of a day.

I could use your involvement.

Who gave him his papers to come?

The Chinese government.

So they blessed the lie.

They get to evict their
most deranged criminal

and dump him on us.

What's Beijing's next move?

And how many others have
they snuck into our backyard?

Happy hunting.

Zhang Kiu,
Zhang Kiu, Zhang Kiu.

Well, I hope you've
been making the most

of your time here
in Los Angeles.

Surf Malibu, walk Rodeo.

Maybe check out The Broad.

The Broad is a must.

You picked a good time
to come here.

Mm-hmm.

The really good news is

you are going to get to see
all of our seasons.

Despite what people think,
we do have seasons.

Because you are never
getting out of here.

I will be on a plane home
before breakfast.

The man talks.

He talks make-believe,
but he talks.

You think you're going back
home, as in “back to China”?

You sound surprised,
Agent Hanna.

The same country that
issued you a fake ID

so you could come
here, China.

Yes. China, China.

Did it ever occur to you
why your country

was so eager
to help you leave?

My country owed me a great debt.

Want to know what I think?

Well, I'm curious.

Thank you.

I think they gave you a choice.

Either you leave, or you spend
the rest of your life,

without parole,
in Tilanqiao Prison.

Hmm. Known for its torture
and human rights violations.

Yeah. I would, uh...
I'd choose L.A., also.

Oh, snap!

Watch and learn,

because Sam and Callen
are two of the best.

Obviously, behind Hetty
and Granger and myself.

Kensi, whoa,
Kensi's the best.

Do not mess with her,

because she can do good cop,
bad cop all by herself.

She just uses her good eye
and then her weird eye.

She probably freaks people out
with that thing.

She does.

She starts off all
nice and charming,

and then she gets in there

and she just turns
on the dead eye,

and she's like,
“What, did you do it?

“Did you do it? Dead
eye's coming after you.

Did you do it”"
Okay, Chucky, I got it.

I'm just saying
she gets stuff done.

Yeah, she's one
tough mother.

Yeah. I know.

I know.

Hey. So I found a connection

between Jessie Evans

and the other USCIS agent
who died this month.

Turns out,
they were both investigating

Zhang Kiu's fake
immigration papers.

That's what got
them both killed.

I'm guessing Ming Wah
is behind both hits.

Yeah, but how did Zhang Kiu
know that Homeland Security

was investigating him
both times?

I don't mean to be starting
any conspiracy theories here,

but is it possible
he hacked DHS?

I don't know what's worse,
deranged crime boss

hacking the DHS,
or the Chinese government?

Hmm.

How'd you know Jessie Evans

was looking into
your I.D. papers?

Is that the reason
you're holding me here?

What, you thought this
was about fake purses?

The bad fake purses,
I might add.

The LV logo
was just kind of...

funky.

He's very detail-oriented.

Now answer the question.

How did you know
Jessie Evans was in

the Department
of Homeland Security?

I don't even know
who you're talking about.

Hmm.

How about the other Citizenship

and Immigration
Services agent you had killed?

How'd you know
what he was working on, huh?

Did you have your people
hack into DHS?

Did the Chinese government
hack into DHS?

Boy, this is the happiest
I've seen you all day.

Nobody hacked anything.

There was no need.

I have enemies.

But I also have friends.

Any of your friends work at the
Department of Homeland Security?

What are you doing, Beale?

Making an entrance.

It's impressive.

Those applications?

You're replacing Kensi.

Do you have
something for me or not?

We still
don't know who Zhang Kiu

has working for him
inside Homeland Security.

But Callen and Sam think
whoever it is

has been helping him smuggle
purses, drugs, and contraband

into the country for years.

DHS has come under fire
for mismanaging personnel

and budgets.

It's the reason they created
those fusion centers, right?

To help rein in
the spending.

But then the fusion centers
went and blew their budgets

on Tahoes and plasma TVs.

I guess hiring all those MBAs
hasn't quite paid off.

You think?

Wait.

You think Zhang Kiu
has someone working for him

inside one of
the DHS fusion centers.

That's where I'd start
making friends.

Weakest link in
the security chain.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's good.

I know, it's none of
my business, sir,

But I know for a fact
that Kensi's gonna be back.

Besides, she's irreplaceable.

I wish that were true, Beale,

but it's not.

For any of us.

Hello.

Are you the doctor?

No, I work with Agent Blye.

I'm Julia Feldman.

Kensi's mom.

Owen Granger.

She's spoken of you.

I bet.

Listen, I'm gonna
go and come back.

No, please, I was just
reading to her.

This was her favorite book
as a kid.

I think we both know it
word for word,

we read it so many times.

She left it behind
when she, uh...

ran away to be with her dad.

Some nights I'd read it
when she was gone.

Even though I didn't know
where she was,

it-it made me feel like
we were still together.

Do you have children?

I have a daughter.

Are you close?

I wasn't a part of her life
until recently.

I know what that's like.

But they say it's...

it's never too late.

We finally got to be together
after a very long time.

I don't think I could take
losing her again.

Listen, would you...

like to get a
coffee or something?

That would be very nice.

I could use some fresh air.

Thank you.

Anesthesiologist to ER.

Anesthesiologist to ER.

Everyone knows Homeland Security
can't keep track of its money.

So what does America do?

Enlighten us.

What do we do?

Hire more people,
and pour in more money.

And you think that's
a bad business decision.

Incredibly stupid.

Only an American
could be that stupid.

That's a little harsh.

You can't expect someone to go
from Harvard Business School

to Pacoima

without feeling cheated.

“Cheated”"

Hmm.

Interesting.

What was that?

Did Callen just
wink at us?

Mm, I think it was
more of a tic.

Does Callen have a tic?

No, I think it just looked
like a tick.

Is that something you
develop later in life?

Is this something I
should be worried about?

Maybe. He said Pacoima.

He also said
Harvard Business School.

That's oddly specific.
That's something we can use.

So, how did Callen and Sam
get this guy to start talking?

Because they're good.

They're very, very good.

All right.

Hey, guys, so I checked out

all the Harvard
Business School grads

working at the Pacoima
DHS Fusion Center,

and two names stand out.

Who are they?

Donna Merritt. She's single.

Has no connection
to China or Hong Kong.

According to her bank account,

she is definitely not making
a government salary.

And the other?

Edward Lee.

His parents are
Chinese Nationals

who immigrated here
the year he was born.

He's never visited
Shanghai before,

but, ever since 2013,
he's been twice a year.

All right, Nell and I
will check out Edward.

Sam and I got Donna.

Dark roast.
Thanks.

Hi.
Hey.

Have you been here before?

Yo, Edward.

What's up? The usual?
Hey, my man.

You know it.
Uh...

Yeah, yeah, I mean,
I probably give half my paycheck

to this place.

Okay, then, I have a
serious question for you.

Uh-huh.

How do you feel about
this mojito iced coffee?

Oh, it is mind-blowing.

Once you try it,
there is no turning back.

So I'll be
funneling half my paycheck

to this place too?

- Yeah, exactly.
- Okay.

No, no, I'm serious.

Like, my girlfriend, she moved
to Shanghai a few years ago,

but every time she's in town,

she makes me drive here
directly from the airport.

Shanghai?

That is some
serious long distance.

Yeah, yeah,
I would not recommend it.

So, you've,
uh, been keeping that up

for a while or...
Mm-hmm.

Although we both make the
flight, like, twice a year each,

so, you know, it's pretty
manageable at least.

Gotcha.
Well, that's cool.

Well, good luck
with that, and, uh...

thanks for the java tip.
Yeah, absolutely.

- Take care.
- Dirty chai latte?

So, I don't think
Edward's in bed with Zhang Kiu.

Agreed. You can go grab
me one of those minty coffees.

Easy on the cream,
heavy on the sugar.

In your caffeinated dreams,
Deeks.

Is that my chai tea?

Do they make
gluten-free muffins?

Nell? Mm.
Nope, nope.

What?

Why you lookin'
at me like that?

Everything okay with,
you know, with those?

Really?

I just almost broke a guy's arm

who was coming at you
with a knife.

With my bare hands.

But I bet your
calves are killing you.

Oh, you have no idea.
Hey.

Looks like Donna's had company.

Clear!

G, in here.

Ming Wah.

She's gone.

Looks like two gunshot wounds,
about an hour ago.

That'd give Donna Merritt
plenty of time to get away.

At least now we know
who Zhang Kiu is working with.

I'm gonna assume that their
professional relationship is over

at this point,
considering Zhang Kiu just tried

to have her killed.

According to Donna Merritt's
financials,

Zhang Kiu is either paying her
extremely well...

Or she's ripping him off.

Bingo. I think Zhang Kiu
finally realized

that Donna Merritt's
been building her own

contraband empire
behind his back.

- Whoever said greed was good?
- Oh.

There's more.

Donna Merritt has also
been assigning

bogus DHS contracts
to a shell corporation,

owned and operated by...

Donna Merritt.

She's certainly entrepreneurial.

Harvard would be proud.

How many contracts we talking?

I found over $400 million

worth of stolen funds so far.

Give me one reason why
I shouldn't unleash Zhang Kiu

on her right now.

I think she should be
fed to the dogs.

But we did get
the toxicology report back

on Jessie Evans' autopsy.

The pill that was
put into his drink

was laced with a lethal dose
of the same caustic poison

found in counterfeit
prescription drugs

currently on street corners
throughout the Southwest.

Don't tell me.

It was made in China.

Zhang Kiu doesn't have
the inventory.

Which means Donna Merritt does.

We need to find her.

All right, thanks, Eric, let us
know if you find anything.

No luck?

Eric can't locate
Merritt's car.

She turned her cell phone off.
Great.

'Cause we're gonna be here
all day and night

sifting through all this stuff.

Well, we still may
not know where she went.

This is why I keep my
place lean and mean.

You need to find
something at my house...

Which I have.
...it's all right there.

You'll find it.

Behind fake walls
and a steel vault.

What?

How did Donna Merritt
make it this far?

By betraying her country
and joining forces

with a violent criminal.

But she never got caught because
she always hides in plain sight.

And what's the safest place
she can go right now?

Back to Homeland Security.

She knows that Zhang Kiu

is after her, but she doesn't
know we are, too.

DHS is the last place
someone would expect to see

a stash of black market meds.

Callen.
Deeks,

you and Nell meet us
at the DHS Fusion Center.

Got it.

Eric says the office
space should be empty.

Could be where Merritt
stashed her goods.

Let's hope she
hasn't moved them yet.

Hey!

- Keep moving.
- Let go. Hey!

Hurry!

It's Merritt.

It's Zhang Kiu's friends.

Go around and cut them off.

On it!

Uh... guys?

If this is where Merritt

kept all her pills and purses...

They're already gone.
Yeah.

Let's move.

First things first.

Cover me.

Take the front.

That's a terrible plan.

Ow.

Nell, I got one.

Nell?

Wow, Nell-osaurus.

Nice.

You good?
Good.

Merritt went that way.

Good, good, good work.

Drop your weapon.

He's won't ask you twice.

Trust me.

So, let me get this straight,
we just risked our lives

to protect a known traitor?

- Well, when you put it like that...
- Yeah.

Yes.

She has information we need.

Plus, our way will be
more painful in the end.

Hope it was worth it.

That's a textbook choke.
Where'd you learn that?

Um... a textbook.

Oh, touché.

Assistant Director.

Merritt just told me where she
stashed all of her contraband

in exchange for
a more lenient sentence.

Really?

Or so she thinks.

How'd it go out there today?

Good.

And... also complicated.

Hmm.
How so?

Well, you know, I have...

pretty big shoes to fill.

That's true.

And I want to step up, I do,
it's not that, I mean...

you know, I want to
be there for Deeks.

But...

the truth is, I...

I can't stop thinking
about the reason

why I'm getting my chance now.

Is that why you're
returning your weapon?

Well...

I heard you were looking
for a replacement for Kensi.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But let's get
one thing straight.

You were not there today
to replace Kensi.

You were there to honor her.

Okay.

Well, good night,
Assistant Director.

Hey, Jones.

One more thing, from here on
out, let's just make it Granger.

Okay?

I don't know.

Sir, I think that
might be kind of weird.

Sorry.

It's an order.

Okay.

Dr. Wilson to cardiology.

Dr. Wilson to cardiology.

Mr. Deeks?

Mr. Deeks?

Martin!

Did I miss the bus?

You're not my mom.

Oh, hell no.

Sorry, it's freezing in here.

How's our girl?

She's pretty much the same.

Responded a little bit to pain,
which they think, you know,

that may be a good sign, so...

Why don't you go home and
get a good night's sleep?

I'll stay with her
for a while.

You sure about that?

Well, with Kensi gone,

I need you on your
game more than ever.

Hmm. Okay.

Hon.

I'll see you in the morning.

I love you.

All right.

Good night, Hetty.

Good night, Martin.

Easy with the “Martin”"

Oh...

I know you've
been through a lot.

We need you now.

It's time for you to wake up.

Can you squeeze my hand?

Squeeze my hand, Ms. Blye.

That's an order.

I'm won't say it again.

Again.

You rest now.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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