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LAPD. Open up.

Good morning.
Can I help you?

Everything okay in there?

Uh, yes. Why do you ask?

Because we've had several noise
complaints from the neighbors.

Yeah, I see you, Sally.

I know it was you.

Officers,
everything's fine.

Sally there
just needs to get laid.

Do you mind if we come in?

Um, actually, I'm late for work,
and the place is a mess.

Our cleaning lady
comes tomorrow.

Uh, but be my guest.

Ooh.

Ah.

Visitors.

How lovely.

Yes, darling, isn't it?

You want to tell us
what's going on here?

Nothing.

It was nothing. I swear.

Because it sure sounded
like it was something.

And it definitely looks
like it was something.

Uh, my husband Luis and I
just had a-a tiny

disagreement,
a lover's quarrel.

A kerfuffle,
if you will.

Want to elaborate?

Uh...

I bought the wrong kind
of orange juice.

Again.

And I got upset about it.
Again.

We're in couples therapy.

So, all of this
over orange juice?

I don't like pulp.

She really doesn't like pulp.

Very strong gag reflex.

Yes, that's true, but remember
what Dr. Liu told us?

- Not now, darling.
- That it really isn't about the pulp

or about your gag reflex.
My love, not in front of the guests.

I just think that if we're
gonna commit to working

on our marriage...
Dr. Liu also said that

I shouldn't have to
repeat myself three times,

should I?

Uh...
What?

You didn't want me seeing this?

Check it out.
Whoa.

The painting.

Uh, you don't think...

I mean, that's not...

Oh, I'd bet my pension it is.

Your pension is not
worth $40 million.

Whoa. Hey!

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Kids these days.

Don't ask me.

I can hear you, you know.

Oh, you do kind of
look ridiculous.

Well, I am protecting myself
against horns.

Or, rather,
horn in the singular.

Now you sound
ridiculous.

You guys don't know about this?

All these people hunched
over their phones so much

that now they're growing
bone spurs

out the back of their neck--
essentially horns.

- Oh.
- Well, it's definitely a look.

Okay, well, I don't want it,

so from now on,
I'm holding my tablet like this

instead of like this.
You do know

that that study was based
on X-rays from the past?

It lacked
a control group.

There was no proven
cause and effect.

Okay, I guess
you have heard of it.

Well...
Well,

I don't want tech neck
or text neck.

And I most certainly
don't want to grow horns.

Oh, my goodness.

Nell, you're neglecting
your neck.

Yeah, you're definitely in the
horn-growing position there.

Guys, enough about my neck.

It's like you're obsessed.

Look, we have a case.
I'm gonna go get

Kensi and Deeks.
I'll meet you upstairs.

You know, I bet
you really could grow a horn.

I bet you Beale already has.

Ooh, this is gonna
be a good one.

Good what?

A good case?

Good threat
to national security?

A good reason somebody's life
is in mortal danger?

Okay, I love you like a sister,
but this is really weird.

You guys, you are stomping
all over the moment right now.

I mean, this is
gonna be a fun case.

Yeah.

- Still weird.
- Okay.

You know what? You'll see.

Presenting...

♪ Dun, da-da-dah! ♪

Okay.

It's very
nice?

What are we
looking at?

It's...
a painting.

Oh, you did a painting.

Well, in that case,
I love your... the color...

palette...

and the brushstrokes.

The movement's
really... strong.

Guys, no.

This is The Cube.

No, I didn't paint
The Cube.

The Cube is a very famous
work of art.

I don't even see a square.

Come on! You know
this painting.

It-it went
missing

two years ago.

It's worth $40 million.

What, that?!

Hetty was obsessed with it.

I am so disappointed
in Hetty.

Well, she wasn't obsessed
with the painting itself.

It was more about the lore
surrounding the painting.

No one knows
who actually

painted it,
and it's rumored to have been

owned by Saddam Hussein.

Hetty was convinced

that someone stole it

so they could fence it
on the black market.

Okay, and now you are
finally speaking our language.

Okay, I'm just confused
about one thing.

If this has been
missing for two years,

why are we only
talking about this now?

Because this morning,
LAPD found this photo.

That is Lucy and Luis Garcia
in their living room,

and that there is a newspaper
from less than six months ago.

This is the first clue

we have about the painting
since it's gone missing.

And Hetty never thought

the theft was just
about the painting.

It was what could be traded
for the stolen painting.

- Exactly.
- Well, we're gonna have

to steal this case
from LAPD's Art Theft Detail.

Oh, are you on good
terms with them now?

Of course I'm on
good terms with them.

That's a lie.
They hate me.

I've got long, floppy hair,
and I don't shave.

Big surprise.

Mm-hmm. Well, in that
case, looks like

Sam and I will go
talk to the Garcias.

Yeah, and Deeks and I
will look into the person

who owned The Cube
before it was stolen.

Yes, that would be Ms. Jean Chu,

and she's currently on her way
to the boatshed.

Great.

- All right.
- Yeah.

But... that thing really worth
$40 million?

No. With appreciation
and all the added notoriety,

I'd say it's worth...

way more than that.

Like,

way more, so...

Told you it was cool.

Gentlemen.
Go ahead.

So you got a plan?

Nope. You?

Nope.

Well, maybe
she'll find us charming.

Or not.

Lieutenant.

It's "Detective."

Right.
Ah.

NCIS Special Agent Callen.
This is my partner Sam Hanna.

How are you?

And this is my case.

And I can understand
why you would feel that way.

You do?

Absolutely.

Is that because
LAPD first identified

the lead, or because
LAPD has its own department

to handle art theft cases
like this?

Well, those are both
valid reasons, but...

Great. Then we're
on the same page.

Thanks for stopping by.

Yeah, we're not exactly
stopping by.

And give my best
to Detective Deeks.

You guys are real champs
for taking him in.

Little help?

Don't worry. We got this.

Yeah.

Jean Chu?

Yep.
Hi.

I'm Special Agent Blye, NCIS.

This is my partner
Detective Marty Deeks.

'Sup?

Hey.

'Sup? So, we have
an exciting lead

on the painting that you

reported missing
two years ago.

So I hear.

Yeah. Actually,
I was just wondering

how someone like you--
and by "someone like you,"

I just mean someone of
your maturity level...

Not that that's... By "someone
of your maturity level,"

I just mean... Can I just
ask her how old she is?

- How old are you?
- We're just a little surprised

that somebody your age would
be able to afford this painting.

Okay.

Okay.
Okay.

She didn't answer the...
So...

I was wondering if you could
walk us through what happened

when the painting
was stolen.

It's all in the police report.

Yes, it is, and
we read that,

but we want to know if you
have anything else to add.

Other than a selfie.

Nope.

Uh, oh, got questions.

So, do you know, uh,
Lucy and Luis Garcia?

Nope.

Do you know anyone related
to Lucy and Luis Garcia?

Nope.

Do you think
that Lucy and Luis Garcia

sound like a Vegas lounge act?

Are we done?

Oh. Okay.

So, here's the deal.
Um, my partner and I

are here-- as in the
purpose of our job--

is to help you.

Okay.

Okay.
Okay.

Great.
Great.

We only got a couple dozen
more questions to ask you.

Uh-uh.

You two are still here.

Why?

Do we get points
for our moxie?

No.

Look, I don't want to
bombard you with details...

No, please. Bombard away.

Well, NCIS believes that
the-the missing painting,

The Square...
Rectangle.

It's The Cube.

Okay. We believe it's being
fenced for illegal goods

on the black market.

Which makes it a threat
to national security.

You got to be kidding me.

I wish I was.

That's the card you're playing?

Look, a lot of bad
people would pay

a lot of dirty money
to have something

that hung
over Saddam Hussein's bed.

I'd hate for that art to
end up in terrorist hands,

get traded
for a truckload of C-4,

go on to take
innocent American lives.

I'm also guessing that
it wouldn't look so good

for the Art Theft Detail
department.

I mean, all things
considered.

I take back what I said before.

You and Deeks
deserve each other.

Detective,

thank you for
understanding.

And your support!
Mm-hmm.

Text from Kens.

Looks like Jean Chu
is freezing 'em out.

She's not giving 'em anything.

That's because
I told her not to.

And you are...?

Katherine Casillas.

With...?

Hey, Glen.

Do me a favor.
Give these two hell.

Oh, that's the plan.

NCIS Special Agent Callen.

This is my partner...

Sam Hanna.

Enchantée.

And this case
is now officially

an NCIS investigation.
Yes.

As of two minutes ago.
Congratulations.

You boys sure you know what
you've gotten yourselves into?

We're sure.

And confident.

Although, I don't
know, if my client

decides not to cooperate,
things could get tricky.

And what are you--
Jean Chu's lawyer?

God, no.

I hope that's not the impression
I gave you, Agent Hanna.

Insurance.

Which means I care
about what happens

to The Cube just as
much as you guys do.

Oh, great.
We're stuck with you.

I don't know.
You just might like it.

Enchanté.

What, Katherine's
not gonna join us?

She said she wanted
to take a lap,

whatever that means.

Then I guess it's
just you and me.

So, Lucy and Luis Garcia.

You guys have had
a rough day

so far.

It's not even 11:00 a.m.

Dr. Liu's gonna have a field
day when we see her next.

I said I'm sorry, okay?

No pulp, no pulp, no pulp.

Dr. Liu?

Our couples counselor.

Oh. I'm sorry I asked.

So you want to
explain to us

how a missing,
multimillion-dollar piece of art

ended up on your wall

six months ago?

Gosh, uh...

I don't remember.

Do you, darling?
You know, sweetheart,

I-I... I don't.
Was it a gift?

Or was it for that photo
shoot of the house?

Or maybe a
charity auction.

So you have no idea
how that piece of art

ended up
on your living room wall?

Sorry.
I redecorate a lot.

You probably don't know
where it is now, either, huh?

Uh...
Not a clue.

Did we sell it?
Did we... donate it?

I don't know.
I don't know.

And I'm guessing you have
no idea how long it was here.

Um, was it, like,
three months?

- I thought it was closer to a week.
- Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Be-Between three
months and a week.

You are aware that we're
federal agents investigating

a matter of national security,
and that

lying to us

could be construed

as... obstruction
of justice?

Oh, we take this
all very seriously.

Absolutely. Absolutely.
Seriously.

Yeah.

This is harder than it looks.

Ooh.

Hey, what's up, Sam?

I want you to look into Lucy
and Luis Garcia's finances.

Something's not right
about them.

You mean besides the fact
that they had

stolen artwork
on display in their house?

- Exactly.
- All right.

I'll try to expedite a warrant.

Uh, Sam, is there anyone else

you'd like me to look into?

No, nothing for now. That's it.

Okay.

Roger Wilco.

Yep, this is way harder
than it looks.

Well, I don't know
if the Garcias

actually have
anything to hide,

but they sure are
enjoying hiding it.

No kidding. Who needs
couples counseling

when you can get questioned
by a couple of federal agents?

Geez. Are they
always that happy?

No.
No.

Were they at least helpful?

No.
No.

Yeah, not the type. No matter.

So, should we head
to my place or yours?

That's a little presumptuous.

We have to search
the entire house.

It's okay. I already
did that for you.

No offense, but we're gonna
work this case our way.

No offense, but you two
are in over your heads.

Oh?
No offense,

but how do you figure?

Let's see. You have a
half dozen NCIS agents

tearing this house apart,

and none of them know
what they're looking for.

And I suppose you do?

Well, I can tell you there's
an Houbigant perfume

on Lucy's vanity,
a bottle of Château Margaux

in the cellar,
and a brochure

for a Basquiat that sold last
year at auction in the master.

So?

So, clearly, the Garcias are
doing business with Bouchier.

The auction house?

Oh.

Oh.
And clearly,

they're working
with Christina Ng,

the junior Bouchier auctioneer.

You got all that from
a bottle of perfume?

Mm-hmm. Like I said,
my place or yours?

Oh, it's Bouchier.

- How's it going in here?
- Well,

let's just say
that those are two hours

of my life
I'm never gonna get back.

Boom. Gone. Poof.

I don't know, I feel
like I learned a lot.

Turns out it's time
to shut down my Myspace

and get on
the Instagram.

Look at this.

What?
Sorry? Who...

'Sup?

Okay, so here's the story
behind the story of when

my painting disappeared.

Wow. Just like that?

Who are you?

Not her lawyer.

This is Katherine Casillas.

This is Jean's

insurance agent.

You already know everything
that's in the police report.

Home invasion
two years ago, in and out

less than five minutes.

The painting is
the only thing they took.

- Blah, blah, blah.
- What you don't know

is that no one knew
Jean had the painting.

I purchased it through
an anonymous strawman.

I funded it through

a private account
in the Cayman's.

The auction house
delivered it to an apartment

in New York
owned by a shell corporation.

Then an armored
delivery service

that thought
that they were transporting

a sentimental family heirloom
brought The Cube to Los Angeles.

- Wow.
- I mean, that gives

a whole new definition
to the term "paranoia."

Dude, it's not paranoia
if it's real.

Two weeks after I finally
got the painting,

someone broke
into my home and stole it.

That's true.

And you never had
any friends over?

You didn't have anyone
working at the house?

Nope.

But you knew
Jean had the painting?

That's right.

I knew, and my company knew,
but we're not the leak.

The boss is not

too keen on cutting
$40 million checks.

Why wasn't this

in the police report?

I had to keep
some of my cards.

Which auction house
sold you the painting?

Bouchier.

Same as the Garcias.

Ruh-roh.

Katherine! You are
aging backwards.

Vampire facials?

Hell no. Christina, this is
NCI Agents Callen and Hanna.

NCIS.

NCIS.

Excuse me. Gentlemen,
this is Christina Ng,

talented and lovely.

We were hoping you could tell us
about some of your customers.

Clients.

I'm sorry?

Bouchier's doesn't have
customers.

We have clients.

Ah.

Right.

Clients. Well,

Luis and Lucy Garcia.

What can you tell us
about them?

- They're with me. It's okay.
- Actually, you're with us.

You keep telling
yourself that.

Can you just tell us

what kind of clients
the Garcias are?

Honestly? The worst.

They take and take and take

and will never pull the trigger
and actually

buy anything. They're
looky-loos, and they talk

this big game, but...

How do I say this?

The Garcias are not
true Bouchier...

Clients?

Exactly.

Why? What makes you ask?

The Cube.

Do not tease me, Katherine.
That is not fair.

We think the painting
might have

been on their
living room wall at some point

this year.

Christina, are you okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

Uh, I just never thought...

Oh, I'm so happy.

You mean it's not...?

Well, you mean
it's still out there?

Well, we're doing
everything we can

to find it at this point.
Well, if ever

you do find it, and if it's
still in good condition,

and if Jean is ever interested

in parting with it, call me.

I want a piece of that action.

Okay.

Ooh.

Hey, guys?

Bad news. So, Sam asked me
to look into the Garcias.

And?
And...

they don't just run
an import-export business.

Does anybody just run an
import-export business?

Goop.

Well, the Garcias use
their import-export business

to distribute fake prescription
drugs on the black market.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.
Okay.

So when Luis and Lucy
got rid of the painting,

they exchanged it
for something else.

And, more importantly,
it means

to someone else.

Someone with bigger designs
than black-market Oxy.

And you know what that means.

That means Hetty was right.

See? I told you
this was bad news.

Hey, Deeks, you want to play
a cool game of "What If?"

God, I'd love nothing more.

This might be a little
easier if you sit down.

Sit downsie.

Go on. Get.

Get down.

Okay, I'll start.

I'm so excited for this.

What if...
Hmm.

...I owned an import/export
business in Los Angeles

but also sold black-market
opioids on the side?

Oh, my God,
that's a good one.

- Is it not?
- Huh?

Well, first off, I wouldn't want
to leave a-a money trail.

- Well, no duh, 'cause...
- Right.

...it'd too easy for the
Feds to figure out.

Right, so I'd want
to exchange my large shipment

of illegal drugs
for something valuable.

But also untraceable.
Untraceable.

Good. Also, something
that's moveable, portable.

Something, for instance,

just off the
top of my head,

maybe like a two-by-two painting
worth 40 million big ones.

- Oh, honey, no, no.
- Honey...

Hmm? What?

"Big ones" refers to
thousands, not singles.

"Big ones"
means hundreds, babe.

It... Think about
what you just said.

Do the math in your head.
Oh, that's four billion.

Four billion. Exactly. Right.
That's an expensive painting.

I digress.
Yeah, you know what,

you tell us,
aside from the math,

how are we doing?

Wow, crocodile tears

from Tammy Faye;
this is awkward.

Yeah, Lucy, that's not
gonna work in here.

You just had to hang that
damn picture on the wall,

didn't you?
It was a masterpiece.

Oh, please,
you wouldn't know great art

if it bit you on the ass.

I appreciate things of beauty.

Oh, we know.
We all know.

For the last time,
Lucy, I'm not

sleeping with my new assistant.

Oh.

I only slept
with my old assistant.

Well, this line
of questioning

has officially
gone off the rails.

Can we at least just
clarify for a second

that you did have The Cube,
in fact, hanging on your wall?

I'm guessing,

based on that
brooding silence

and your super tight shirt--

is that an extra
medium?-- that, uh,

that's a yes.

Where's the painting?

We have no idea.

I'm not sleeping
with her, okay?!

No, ah-ah-ah... Eyes on me.
Stop talking about your...

Answer the question.
Who did you sell it to?

We honestly don't know, okay?

They made us use
burn phones,

and there was always
a middleman.

That's how we received
the painting,

and when we were ready
to make a trade,

that's how we passed it on.

But we never knew who it was.

Okay.

Hmm.

Okay, those two are exhausting.
Yeah.

But I bet they have great makeup sex.
What?!

What? I am not wrong.

Look, if we are to believe
anything the Garcias are saying,

The Cube is somewhere
in the wind.

We have no idea where it is
or who has it.

Well, it's been six months
since anyone's seen it.

We don't even know
if it's still out there.

And it's gonna be too
difficult to try and track down

the art itself,
for the same reasons

that makes it perfect
for fencing-- it's valuable,

it's untraceable,
and it's easy to move.

Look, our best bet
at this point is to be able

to find the person that's
brokering these exchanges.

Any idea how we do that?

No.

I feel like there's
a "but" coming.

But we know someone who does.

Excuse me. Hi. Yeah.

Can you, um, send that back
and have 'em do it again?

It's not hot enough.
Thank you.

Hello again.

Thank you for meeting us.

Agent Callen,
of course.

I know how difficult
it must have been

for you to make the call.

You're funny.

Aren't I?

So, uh...

we think a middleman has been

brokering exchanges
for The Cube.

The Garcias used one when
they received the painting,

and again when they
traded it away.

Do you think it's
the same person?

Well, that would certainly
make things easier,

but we have no idea.

So, what do you need from me?

Don't make us beg.

Where's the fun in that?

Well...
I can't go.

They'll never talk to me.
Thank you.

But your team, you do
undercover operations, correct?

Yeah, I do my homework.

You two are
nonstarters, clearly.

And, uh, what's the guy's name
with the...

Deeks?

Yeah, Deeks.
Let's not talk about Deeks.

But Kensi, mm, Kensi could work.
She's got a good look.

She could work for what?
I'm gonna have

some clothes sent over
to your building,

someone to do her makeup,
her hair, ooh, and her nails.

Katherine, hold on.

Kensi could work for what?

Gentlemen, do you want my help
getting this painting back...

or not?

What was that?

Oh, gosh, no. No.

No. No, no, no, no.
Kens?

No. Ow! Okay,
this isn't happening.

Nope.
Come on, it can't be that bad.

Oh, it's bad, trust me.
I look like...

I look like
a big... a...

I don't even know
what I look like.

All I see is a bunch of holes,
which I don't know

where I'm putting
my head through,

if it's the head hole or the
bottom hole or the arm hole,

or the whole thing just
looks ridiculous!

All right, well,
this I now have to see.

Come on. Come out.

Come on, I want to see it.
Let's see it.

It's gonna be great.
It's gonna be great.

Come on in!

Okay, literally, the worst
thing you could have said.

I-I literally
didn't say anything.

Exactly.
Kens.

Baby.
No.

Baby. Baby.
Mm.

I don't want to hear it.
Hey, look at me.

You're stunning.

All right? You're beautiful.
It doesn't matter if you're

dressed in a potato sack
or like a...

like an opulent Russian swan
who mated with a jellyfish.

You're so hot.
Really?

So hot. Smoke show.
You think I look hot?

Yeah, I think you look hot,
and I think I love you.

You like jellyfish?
What?

Blub. Blub.
No.

Okay, that's a little weird.
Blub.

What about hot cross buns?
You can stop that.

Hot cross buns.
I'm not sure that's a turn-on.

You're so sw...
You're the best husband. - Thank you.

Give me a kiss.
Please, we're working.

No, 'cause you got
red lipstick,

and I don't want that
all over my face. - Mm...

Mm... gah!

You got a little something.
Yeah.

Yeah, don't wipe it off.

No, no, not wiping it off;
just...

just rubbing it in.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Kim.

I'm Keith.

Do you like...

like what you see?

I don't know.

Tell me what I'm looking at.
This is a series of...

Blank canvases.

Fascinating.

According to the artist,

the pieces are about
what you don't see,

what isn't there.

What's left unsaid.

The pieces pick up
where Rauschenberg,

Ryman and Martin left off.

I get it.
You get it.

The artist said
he was inspired

by real-life events
between 1998

and 1999.

Mm, like the war in Kosovo.

No.

Like the Lewinsky scandal.

No.

His parents' separation.

His mom and dad
later reconciled

and are apparently really
happy now and have won all these

ballroom dancing
competitions.

But the trauma of the moment

still left a huge impact
on his childhood.

Clearly.

They're selling for 50.

50?
K.

50,000.
Apiece?

All but two
are spoken for.

Tell Kim you're interested in something

a bit more off-market.

Yeah, I, um... love them all.

I just don't want something
that everybody else has.

Totally.

You know?
Totally.

Do you have anything
that's a little more...

off-market?

I mean, I could
make some calls.

Whatever.

Did you guys hear that?

So, that's how people
in the art world

talk to each other, seriously?

That's just pageantry.

Ah. And how does anyone
get anything done?

You'd be surprised.

Katherine, the world
you live in, it's ridiculous.

It's full of people who have
too much time on their hands.

I wouldn't dismiss
it so quickly.

Give me one reason why not.

Because whether or
not you like it,

art teaches us.

It changes our opinions.

- It translates our experiences.
- Mm.

It does.

Give me something tangible.

Okay. Kids. Teaches
them motor skills.

Mm-hmm.
Creativity.

Cultural awareness.

Art therapy is the
most proven technique

with returning
vets with PTSD.

I'll give you that.

You and your team, you
want to find The Cube

because, what, you think
it's being traded

on the black market.
I respect that.

I want to find this
piece of painted canvas

because it speaks to me

and to a lot of other
people out there.

And because your boss hated
writing that $40 million check.

That's why you want that canvas.

Touché. Touché.

Now what?

Now we wait.

Guys, something's afoot.

Uh, I think you mean
"the game is afoot."

Uh, trust me,
this is no game.

What's going on?

So, new chatter about The Cube.

Supposedly, the painting
is still in L.A.,

but it's on the move.

When?
Today.

All I have is
this address in Hollywood.

Shall we?
Yeah, let's roll.

Before thou let'st slip.

Churchill. I got you.

That's Shakespeare,

and Eric would've got it.

Well, this is it.

Someone's inside.

Go.

Back door open!

Son of a...

Clear.
Clear.

Anything?

Uh, whoever was outside was gone
by the time I got out there.

Well, that's unfortunate.

If that painting was here,
it's not anymore.

This one's my favorite.

That one

freaks me out.

That one does
nothing for me.

This one freaks me out, which is
why I like staring at it.

Mm.
I made some calls.

Okay.

There's a lot of really cool
stuff floating around out there,

but it doesn't come cheap.

Whatever.

Is there anything in L.A.,
or is everything in New York?

Bitch.

Screw New York.

The world revolves
around L.A.

Here's the number.

Good luck,

if you, like,
believe in it.

I don't.

Yeah. Cool.

Me, either.

Holy guacamole.

What's up, Nell?

We have breaking news,
and none of it good.

So, I traced
the number Kensi got

from the art gallery
to none other

than Christina Ng.

That little minx.

You mean
our fancy auctioneer's running

a little something on the side?

Not only that,

I traced her cell,
and earlier today,

she was at the house where
The Cube was supposed to be.

Maybe that's why it moved again.

We tipped her off
when we spoke to her.

Where's Christina now?

It looks like she's heading back

to the park where
you met her earlier.

Maybe that's her spot.
Uh-huh.

Tell Callen, Kensi and Deeks
to meet us there.

Yep. Will do.

There's Christina.

But not the painting.

Guys, something's
about to happen.

Knife. Knife!

Hey!

Hey!

Christina, you okay?

Nell, we're gonna
need an ambulance.

You okay?

Son of a...

I was really hoping
you were gonna run,

'cause I haven't tackled anybody
in, like, a week.

Up.

Get up, get... Get up.

Next time,
I get the old guy.

Take this off, take this off.
Christina,

where is the art?
Well, that's the problem.

What-what is
the problem?

Christina, where's the art?

That's what I'm trying to
tell you. I don't know anymore.

It's gone.

Do you want to go
first, or should we?

I never meant
for this to happen.

Which part? The selling
multimillion-dollar pieces

of art on the black market

or letting the operation
spiral out of control?

And start from the beginning.

Everything was fine.

I had the next buyer
for The Cube

all lined up.

Who was it?

Oliver Yang.

The guy whose bodyguard tried
to kill you and cut your arm.

He's a Chinese
real estate tycoon.

But something tells me he wasn't
exactly interested in The Cube

for some new mixed-use
investment, now, was he?

No, he's not.

Why was he so upset?

Because the art is gone.

It was supposed to be
in a house in Hollywood.

We know.

I was there, but the
painting wasn't.

Who has it?

I don't know.

Who had it last?

A family from Saudi Arabia.
The Ajams.

What did they want
to do with it?

Ticktock, Christina.
Come on.

Come on!

They wanted it
to fund a cache of explosives.

And you were okay with that?

Nell, did you get all that?

Yep. Checked Christina's phone,

looking for cell phones
belonging to members

of the Ajam family here
in Los Angeles.

That's weird.

I'm getting a bunch of hits
at the Hotel Palermo

in Hollywood.
That must be the place.

Okay, I'm sending

photos to your phones

so you know
who you're looking for,

and I'll tell Kensi and Deeks
to meet you there.

All right, got it.

Okay, guys, it looks like
those cell phones

are all converging
in the ballroom.

Well, looks like
we're going dancing.

Yes.

Everything looks okay.

Federal agents!
Federal agents!

Hands up. Put
your hands up.

Hands up.

Stop moving. Stop moving.

On the ground.

On your knees now.

Get down.
Nice and easy. I got 'em.

I got you.

Don't do...

Here we go.

Thank you.

Don't mind me.

Kensi.

If I could possibly...
If you could just...

That's okay, I had... I had her
right where I wanted her.

I was fine.

I was fine.

Really?

Deeks, watch him.

I'm gonna need that.

Uh, careful with The Rectangle.

I know, I know.
It's The Cube.

And it's $40 million.

Yeah, it's probably worth it.

Can I hold it?

Can you afford it?

So, did the Colombians fold?

Faster than a pair
of lawn chairs.

Yep, they revealed the location
of their stockpile

of explosives,
which are now in NCIS custody,

as are Christina Ng
and the Garcias.

Wow.

Did you guys
get to see The Cube? How was it?

We did, yeah.
Ugh, I'm so jealous.

Was it incredible?
It was incredible.

Of course it was incredible.

Uh, Kensi, how
would you put it?

Um, I-I would put it

that it didn't really do
anything for me, per Se.

I didn't get it.
Really?

Yeah, I mean,
we respect your opinion.

Totally respect.

I just don't want it
to be awkward or anything.

Not awkward or anything.

Mm-hmm, um,
but I don't really see

what all the fuss is about.

I mean, a three-year-old
could've done it.

You could've done it
with your left hand.

I could've done it
with my left foot.

Well, to each, guys.

Thank you both so much.

No, we're just happy
that thing can go back

to being a piece of art.

And I owe you.

It's true. This
investigation would've taken

a lot longer without your help,
so thank you.

Not what I meant.

I owe Katherine a big fat check.

Well, you-you mean you owe her
company for the insurance money.

You guys, Katherine
is the insurance company.

The whole thing
is her show.

You said you were
an insurance agent.

You drew your own conclusions.

Mm-hmm.

Then why were you...
Working the case?

Because I care.

And because I still like
to get my hands dirty.

I was not expecting that.

I was not
expecting that at all.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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