All language subtitles for NCIS_ Los Angeles 11x13 - High Society

The intentions we set in this room

dictate how we act outside of it.

And back to downward facing dog.

If you learn to smile
with your thighs in here,

you can smile through
your problems out there.

Good work, Brad.

It's a crazy time in America
right now, you guys.

You know what I'm talking about, right?

Acai is out of season.

Coachella is sold out.

Your rent is late.

Your gas is shut off.

Your bank account is empty.

All because your parents watched
one documentary on Netflix

and suddenly think you're a Rajneeshee,

so they completely cut you off
because they don't

understand why you just can't work in PR

like your sister Sharon.

Let's just move into corpse pose.

We're all dying anyway.

Everybody out!

Get...

Get... Move! Guys, get out of the way.

He won't be making it to the airport.

Yeah.

Tell me about it.

I got to get this to the FBI.

Meet Callen and Deeks at the boatshed.

- I'll stay here and wrap this up.
- Got it.

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You know what the FBI gives you
when you're pregnant?

Uh, I'm gonna go out on a
limb and say desk duty.

Oh, you're funny. You babysit?

Well, more than you'd think.

Kens, Nell.

This is Agent Rush from the FBI.

- Hey.
- Hey, nice to meet you.

And, uh, congratulations.

Thanks, but save those

for when I can see my feet again.

Should I grab you something to drink?

You got any white wine?

Oh, we are fresh out.

Ah, I can't get a break these days.

Well, maybe we can change that. Nell?

Yep. Lieutenant Commander Daniel Palmer.

He's deceased as of two hours ago.

On the surface he is cleaner than a crisp

chardonnay.

Oh, you're cruel.

- And I like it.
- Thanks.

Unfortunately, Palmer was hiding

- a pretty serious gambling problem.
- Yeah.

Liked his online craps,

but his bank account,
unfortunately, did not.

Which is why he hacked into
your undercover agent database

working a JTF for the FBI.

His plan was to find a buyer
then flee the country.

Fortunately, we were able to stop him

before he could do either.

Meaning the names and locations
of our undercover agents

have not been compromised?

Mm-hmm. Files all encrypted right inside.

There's been no tampering,
hacking, cracking

or shellacking.

Oh, God, I'm gonna have to start rhyming.

I should go make peace with that.

I owe you guys, big time.

And when I'm less big time,
I'll take you out for drinks.

Uh, pass my thanks along to Agent Hanna

and Detective Deeks, will you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yup.

Uh, speaking of my husband, where is he?

He said he had an early morning,
so I told him to go home.

Which is exactly what you two should do.

You gonna walk out with us?

No, I'm gonna finish up
some things around here.

But, uh, good job today.

- Thanks.
- You too.

Have a good night.

- Yep.
- Yeah.

Hate to see me go.

Love to watch me walk away.

Please save me the therapy bill

and tell me you're not talking to me.

No, I'm talking to those two limping

Lipitor ads we just walked by.

Great, maybe you should
say it a little louder,

so they can appreciate the alliteration.

I don't care if they hear me.

This is the new Roberta Deeks.

I think it, I say it.

As opposed to the old Roberta Deeks,

who thought it and
then put it on Facebook

underneath a picture
of a fat, grumpy cat?

I can't help it if my followers

want to know why this caged bird sings.

Mom, I still don't understand
why you're training for a 5K.

You hate competition.

Don't be dramatic.

I don't hate anything.

Pigeons.

Rats with wings.

Cargo shorts.

Anything over four pockets
is just greedy.

Street performers.

The last time I financially
supported a clown,

I was married to your father.

Touch�. Why don't you just tell me

what this is really all about?

- Marty.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm daring greatly.

I'm following minimally.

Bren� Brown says that

we need to be vulnerable
in order to truly live.

So I've decided to get rid
of shame and embrace fear

by putting myself out there more.

Hence the competitive 5K.

I'm also learning German

and drinking oat milk.

Hell, I haven't experimented this much

since junior college.

Mom, boundaries, please.

You can't...
- Oh.

Okay, okay, you're young.

I get that.

I was young once, too.

But trust me, you don't
want to wake up one day

with a pillow full of those golden locks

and a heart full of regret.

Okay. All right. Fair enough.

Listen, I-I've always supported you

and I'm always gonna support you.

I'm just a little worried
that you're taking on too much.

Oh, sweetheart,

I'm just getting started.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got a smoothie date with
a sweet little piece of pork

- I just met on Hinge.
- Okay.

Might want to consider hanging onto

a little bit of that shame, Mom.

Just a touch of it

would be helpful for society.

Oh, God!

You have Shia LaBeouf at 11:00.

More performance art?

This one involves a water wheel

and an elderly squirrel named Esther.

Push it to 3:00.

And stock my cabinet with Yamazaki.

18-year-old. I'm gonna need it.

Copy that.

I didn't peg you for a Strinati's guy.

Well, you told me this was a
good place to get my morning fix.

Wow, a good listener.

Hard quality to find in a man these days.

Not if you know where to look.

Sam Hanna, this is
my assistant, Lily Chen.

The pleasure is all mine.

Nice to meet you, too, Lily.

Uh, Lily, why don't you go get
a head start on our 9:30 call?

We don't have a 9:30 call.

Then go pull the car around.

We took a Lyft.

Lily. Lily?

Leave.

Right, course.

Course, course, course.

I keep her around for her good taste.

Yeah, well, haven't seen you around

any of my crime scenes lately.

Well, I've been dabbling

in international heists these days.

It's always good to get
a change of scenery, right?

Speaking of, what are you
doing on my side of town?

Just following a hunch.

Oh, I'll leave you to it.

Besides, I need to...

Oh, yeah, you got that 9:30 thing, right?

- You got to get to it.
- Mm-hmm.

Well played.

Bye, Sam.

All right.

Ah...

P87 is on the loose.

Remind me again. P87...

is that the Parisian spy we took
down for smuggling nuclear codes

inside of a taxidermied pet chinchilla?

Mountain lion.

That dude had a pet mountain lion?

Man, the French are wild.

P87 is a mountain lion.

He lives in the Santa Monica mountains.

Or he did, until a brush fire broke out

this morning. He took off.

That sounds intense. Where'd he go?

Do you think I would I be
this flustered if I knew that?

It's hard to know.

His trackers aren't working.

My only hope is he's headed up the coast

to a safer habitat. Are you coming?

To what? Do we have an actual case?

No.

Then, in all fairness,
I think I'm gonna...

I think I'm gonna just...
I'm gonna stay here.

You know, it's probably for the best.

I don't know if you're tall enough

to ride this emotional rollercoaster.

Okay.

Now picture this:

me, you, Mr. Pickles

and a bottle of Mo�t.

And I hope your sea legs are

- stronger than mine, because...
- One second.

Thanks for meeting me here.

Still can't shake what we saw last night.

No, I get it. Bothering me, too.

Much like this guy who's been
on the phone for ten minutes.

...boat ride!

But no more than two hours, girl,

because that's when the rental...

He... Hey. I was on the phone.

Yeah, trust me, he's doing you
and Mr. Pickles a favor.

Agent Blye and I have a few
questions about Daniel Palmer.

He came in last night around 6:00 p.m.

Guy who fell through the skylight.

Amongst a few other things, yeah.

He was on something.

He got shot in the
shoulder, turned around

and kept on coming like it was nothing.

Well, early tox report says
he wasn't just on something.

He was pretty much full of it.

Veridol.

Black market opiate.

Similar to Tramadol, but more addictive.

In large doses, it takes away a person's

ability to register pain.

Hence his super-human moves.

Veridol's also a favorite
amongst terrorist groups.

Yeah, it's kind of a double threat.

They sell it to fund their operations

while also using it
to hook their followers.

There's a chance he could be
working with one of those groups.

Send us a copy of his file, so we can see

if any of this is connected.

Sure. Do you want the others?

I'm sorry, w-what others?

Well, another guy came in

dead from a Veridol overdose this week.

Two others the week before,
one before that.

This many deaths from the same drug

in such a short time period
is pretty unusual.

Unless someone suddenly decided

to drop an unusually large amount in L.A.

If they did, we need to find
out who it is and stop them,

before we have an epidemic on our hands.

Do you guys want to say it
or do you want me to?

I don't know what it is,

but I have a feeling
nobody needs to say it.

Fine, twist my arm. I'll do it.

This feels right.

The investigation?

What? No. I'm talking about us.

You, me, the big guy.

We make a good team.

We're not a team.

We could be.

We already have a team.
Maybe you can join another team.

They wouldn't even let me on

the hospital softball league this year.

Not surprised.

Tell us what you found out.

ER had one female O.D.
last week. She was a lucky one.

They revived and released her
on Saturday.

But we can't talk to her because
her information's protected.

Interesting,

'cause I don't see a connection
between the unlucky ones.

I mean, one's from Hollywood,
one's from Pasadena.

What about this guy?

He's a John Doe for now.

No ID, no medical records.
That's not uncommon

with these type of deaths.

Personal belongings?

Hmm.

Not many.

Tell us about the autopsy.

It's a pretty cut and dry overdose.

Some scratches behind his legs,

but nothing to indicate foul play.

I'd put him somewhere in his mid-20s,

with the lungs of a 50-year-old smoker.

Cigarettes have an international stamp.

That means they were bought
outside the U.S.

And there's still half a pack left.

So, with his smoking habits,

I'm guessing he wasn't
in the country long.

Southeast Asia is a huge
exporter of illegal opioids.

You think he has something
to do with the drugs?

I'm thinking it's a good place to start.

Thanks for your help.

It's just what teammates do.

Still not a team.

Oh. Perfect timing.

Sam and Kensi just finished up
talking to the coroner.

So, early lab results show that
Daniel Palmer had high levels

of the drug Veridol in
his system last night.

Now, on the surface,
criminals and drug addicts

go together like bacon and eggs.

Crimson and clover.

German and oat milk.

Sorry, that's... Don't ask.

But that's it. Palmer was a criminal

and a drug addict.

We're still trying to trace
the origins of the Veridol.

Great, so it's a narcotics case.

We can ship it off to the DEA
and give my best to Del Campo.

Nicht so schnell, Herr Deeks.

Illegal Veridol production

is a full-fledged global crisis.

Thousands are addicted in the Gaza Strip,

it's bankrolling the Italian mob

and in Africa, Boko Haram
is using it as powdered courage

for its suicide bombers.

Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles,

we've seen a sudden uptick
in Veridol-related deaths

over the past three weeks.

Now, we've ID'd
all the victims except for one,

who we think may have brought
the drugs into the U.S.

Do we have any idea who
this John Doe was working for?

Uh, no, but Sam and Kensi
are headed to Frogtown

to check out where his body was found.

You know, we busted this
guy that was working

for an opioid kingpin
a couple years back.

Um, Victor something.

Oh, I know.

- I could, uh...
- I already did.

- So I should...
- Callen's waiting for you there.

I'm gonna go to the boatshed,
meet Callen and talk to Victor.

Obviously.

I'm just saying that, you know,
an NCIS softball team

might be good for office morale.

We spend enough time
together at the office.

Yeah, but that's, like, with bullets
flying around our heads. You know?

All right, so why add
softballs to the mix?

Studies show that organized
recreational activity

improves, you know,
overall quality of life

and reduces stress.

Pretty sure they don't have an Eric Beale

in their control group.

You know me, and you know I will not quit

until you change your mind.

You're right.

See? I'm feeling
a lot less stressed already.

- But why stop there?
- We shouldn't.

You know what? Let's start a book club.

Okay. I have a lot
of questions about Ferrante.

Weekly escape room.

Seems a little redundant,
but sure, why not?

Sunday flea market.
I'm talking every Sunday.

Every Sunday?

Yeah. We could start this weekend.

You know what?
- Hmm?

Um, I just remembered I have a thing.

Oh, you have a thing.

Yeah, it's a tiny thing,

- but it's a very real thing nonetheless.
- Right.

- You know? I'm sorry.
- Yeah. No, no, no, no.

- You know... Yeah.
- You know, w-we'll figure it out.

So this is where Nell said
that John Doe's body was found.

Hmm. Maybe he was homeless.

There's a camp not far from here.

Could have collapsed on his way there.

Or someone wants us to think that.

The coroner said the back
of his legs were all cut up.

Well, then, maybe somebody
dragged him here.

You know what? That cafe has cameras.

Want to go see if, uh, they saw anything?

As long as you don't have a thing.

Gentlemen! Always a pleasure.

I really can't stay very long.

Hmm. Let me guess, your,
uh, your uncle is sick.

Hand, foot and mouth disease.

And you have to take care of his dogs.

Two difficult whippets.

One is blind and the other
just pretends to be.

The dogs aren't blind.

And you don't have an uncle.

What you do have is two minutes

to give us your full cooperation.

For you two? Anything.

What do you know about
a large supply of Veridol

circulating throughout the city?

Well, I'm sure I don't know much.

You may not be aware, but when I got out,

I decided to follow my truth.

Hmm.

Well, too bad your truth involves

stealing catalytic converters
from old Toyotas.

I like to live outside the box.

Well, if you don't help us,
we're gonna make sure

you live back inside the box.

Get that? That's a prison reference.

Ugh. Fine.

But you didn't hear this from me.

We definitely did.

I'm not giving you a name.

You definitely are.

You're worse than the whippets.

There's a guy in Eagle Rock.
Richard Weaver.

Heard his business has been
enjoying a recent boom.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Now, who's a good boy?

Okay, I want to be clear on something.

This is not cool with me.

Do tell.

First, you want our security
footage, then our sales logs,

then, suddenly, you're
duplicating my fingerprints

and arresting me for a crime
I didn't commit.

Told you we should have
come in undercover.

Yeah, it's gonna be
real hard to scan her retinas

now that she knows.

Okay. Where should I start?

What time do you guys close?

Last person out is usually
around 11:00 p.m.

Well, start there, two nights ago.

Can you speed that up a little bit?

Right there.

Is that a dead body?

Sure is.

Did those men do that to him?

Yeah, we think they might be involved.

So, um, what happens now?

We find them and have them arrested.

I mean, if that's cool with you.

So, I've confirmed the
cigarettes found on the John Doe

were, in fact, Vietnamese.

Hmm.

No news on the big cat yet, I'm guessing?

Mm, it's fine. I'm fine.

And I'm sure P87 is fine.

unless he's not and he's dead.

Eric, remember when we
first moved in together

and you kind of freaked out

when we ditched your
laundry detergent for mine?

Well, yeah. I'm sensitive
to new fragrances.

Yeah. But that wasn't
really about the detergent.

It turned out I was sensitive

to new life changes, too.

Mm. And this...

really isn't about that missing animal.

Yeah.

You know,

I am great with good news.

And at this point,

I could lead a TED Talk
on handling bad news.

Ooh, boy. Do not threaten
me with a good time.

But what I'm learning
to deal with right now

is the unknown.

The in-between.

Well, the new setup we
have is just that, right?

It's new, so it's probably
gonna take some getting used to.

Yeah, but it's not just us,
it's-it's your mom.

It's Hetty.

Life has become this waiting
room of suffocating uncertainty.

Look.

Do I wish we could just speed up
all the in-between times?

You bet your sweet Beale butt I do.

Unfortunately, we can't.

Right?

What we can do is trust
that we'll be there

to help each other along the way.

And hopefully, you can
find some comfort in that.

I found it.

Well, that was quick.

I found a lead on our John Doe.

All right.

No ID,

but facial rec puts him
at the Pollen Steakhouse...

- Hmm.
- Every day for the three days

leading up to his death.

Maybe he was waiting for somebody.

Uh... Oh, here's where
it gets interesting.

Ah. I cross-referenced
credit card statements

for the time frame he was there

- and I came up with one name.
- Uh-huh...

Dev Jabbar.

Yeah, he's a venture capitalist
based in Century City

but heavily invested in Bangladesh.

His companies range from tech

to fashion.

He even has a sustainable soap company.

Maybe he shouldn't have
ventured into so many lanes.

Looks like his businesses
are hemorrhaging money.

Yeah. Maybe he was wants Veridol
to be his angel investor.

Okay. I will tell Sam and Kensi.

I got a question. What if you found out

this was your last year on Earth?

Hypotheticals are never fun.

Yeah, but what if?

Which is the textbook
start of any hypothetical.

Listen, I just want to know
what you, Grisha Callen,

would look back on one day with regret.

- Well, there was one day.
- I'm already feeling closer to you.

It was the middle of winter.
The sky was clear,

the air was brisk and Sam asked
me to swap partners for the day.

- I agreed.
- And I regret that.

Don't push me away.

Look, you obviously have
something on your mind.

Why don't you just ask?

Anna Kolcheck.

You're not gonna look back
on that with regret?

Well, if I find her
and I patch things up,

I won't have to.

Hmm.

Well, the last time we saw her
was in Cuba with a bum leg

and a warrant for her arrest,

so that should be easy, right?

Federal agents.

Yeah!

I wouldn't do that.

Talk about regrets.

Dev Jabbar.

Agent Hanna. This is Agent Blye.

I'd guess EPA,
but you're dressed too well

to care about the environment.

That's insulting, but thank you?

And you can't be IRS.

And why is that?

Too athletic to be good with numbers.

Well, now you've poked the mathlete.

We're NCIS.

We have a few questions
about your business.

Uch, "business"
makes it sound so singular.

I have my hands in many, many pots.

So do we. Murder, drugs,
money laundering.

It's been a pleasure meeting you both.

Sorry I won't be able to help you.

You don't even know what we're here for.

Neither do you. If you did,
you would have led with it

the second you walked up to me.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, okay.

- What do you know about this man?
- Mm.

I don't know that man.

But I'll be happy
to introduce you to another.

My lawyer.

He can assist you from this point on.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Hey. Nell traced the van
that dumped John Doe's body

to a downtown warehouse. Got a warrant.

The economy's tough right now.

Things are expensive.
We all have to make ends meet.

Yeah, most people start
by cutting the cable cord.

Well, this is all temporary.

Until I get my feet back on the ground.

Well, as long as it's only temporary,

- I don't see a problem.
- Really?

No, Richard.

Not really. You know
what else is expensive?

Hospital bills. Rehab. Funerals.

Because of you, Dick...
you mind if I call you Dick?

Lot of people are never
gonna have a chance

to get back on their feet.

What they do with the pills
is out of my control.

I don't really think the judge
is gonna see it that way.

Well, after she sees the possession

and international smuggling charges,

I don't think it's gonna matter.

- Smuggling?
- Yeah, of the international variety.

I didn't smuggle anything.

- Those guys found me.
- Who found you?

No idea. I got a call
that said they were selling,

and meet them in the parking lot
at the Bang for Your Buck

in Montecito Heights.

Sorry, Bang for Your Buck?

Please tell me that's a dollar store.

- It's a motel.
- �Por qu�?

Stop. I busted a guy there last year.

How much did they want you to pay?

Uh, not what they were asking.

They wanted money, they took what I had.

I call that a pretty good deal.

I call that desperation.

They must have really needed that cash.

Yeah, they smuggle in a ton of drugs,

offload them as fast as they can
for whatever they can get.

I mean, that just doesn't make any sense.

What if the drugs were
just the beginning?

They were the means to
facilitate something bigger.

Well, you correct me if I'm wrong,

but that sounds a hell of a lot
like a hypothetical.

Well, I told you they were never fun.

? I said hey, I'm all about it,
taking that chance ?

? I got my eye on all the prizes ?

? Got my threads on, they be styling ?

? Can you pick up what I'm vibin' ?

? Don't you hold it back,
don't fight it ?

? I said hey, we just wanna play ?

? Don't care what they say ?

? We do it our way ?

? I'm the real thing ?

? I'm the real thing...

On your knees. Hands above your head.

Get down.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you

in a court of law.

Get up, come on.

You good?

Yeah. You?

You see the weapons back there?

I'm more concerned
with what I didn't see.

Just talked to the hospital.

They're currently reconstructing
your buddy's arm.

We want you guys to be at your
best when we put you away...

What is it that we're
putting them away for?

Oh, he hasn't told us yet.

Be a lot easier if he did, but you know,

they like to make us work for it, so.

Yeah.

We know you're responsible
for bringing the Veridol to L.A.

And we know that you sold
it to buy the weapons

in the warehouse.

Take care, bung.

You're not gonna get rid of us that easy.

You may receive high positions.

What did you need the weapons for?

But you will not feel at ease.

Might be going through withdrawal.

Or maybe he's just playing us.

Remember, bung.

Once free...

always free.

That's it. We're done here.

Sam, Sam.

What are you doing?

"Remember bung,

once free, always free."

Wh-What is that, a code?

It's a mantra.

It was plastered on war posters

during the Dutch-Indonesian war.

Didn't realize you were an expert

on 70-year-old war cries.

Indonesian extremists
and organized crime syndicates...

they use old nationalist propaganda

to brainwash their followers.

He's Indonesian.

He's a preman. Low-level.

He has to be working
for someone higher up.

Well, let's hope we have enough
to find out who that is.

Thank you, Barbara.

So the manager says that
she hasn't seen anybody

in that room since this morning.

Oh, found this inside, but it's locked.

Well, that's unfortunate,
'cause that could be

our only hope of figuring out
what they're planning.

Why don't you call Eric
and see what he can do.

Yeah, hopefully he can
find a password faster than

- an uprooted wildcat. Beale.
- Deeks.

My tender lover. I need your help.

Ah.

Say hello to my little friend,
Kadek Wiguna.

He's an Indonesian national who until now

seemed to dabble mainly in petty crimes.

I'm guessing all of that
changed when he met this man.

Oscar Suhin.

It says here he's wanted in connection

to the 2018 garment district attacks

in Chittagong, Bangladesh.

Oh, yeah. They targeted
Bangladesh's biggest industry.

15 people were killed,

countless others wounded in the process.

But get this. Yesterday Suhin and Kadek

fly into Los Angeles via Ho Chi Minh City

using fake Vietnamese passports,
and then check into

the same motel Callen and Deeks are at

- as we speak.
- Mm.

Calling Sam.

- Hey, guys.
- Tell us you got something.

Yeah, Sam, you were right.

The man you're interrogating
is named Kadek Wiguna.

He is working with known
wanted terrorist Oscar Suhin.

They arrived yesterday,
but we have no idea

how they had time to offload the drugs,

find an arms dealer, and buy the weapons.

They didn't. They sent other
men over there earlier,

including our John Doe.

He ODs in the process,
they dump the body,

then continue doing what they
need to do before Suhin arrives.

Where's Suhin now?

Well, we're still searching for him.

Uh, does Suhin have
a connection to Dev Jabbar?

Not yet. Jabbar is still hidden

behind a shield of shell companies,

not to mention
the added layer of lawyers.

Oh, and Callen and Deeks

found a laptop
in Oscar Suhin's motel room,

but it's gonna take some time
to figure out the password.

We don't have time.

Thanks, guys.

You got it.

Kadek.

That name's usually saved
for the second born.

You got siblings?

Brother?

Sister.

What's her name?

Sinta.

Where is she now?

What does it matter?

I'll never see her again.

I will never see any of my family again.

That's what Suhin wants you to think.

You know very little about
how Oscar thinks.

You know even less about how I do.

You're right. But the little I do know

scares the hell out of me.

Let me take a guess at how it went down.

He took you away from your home.

He gave you drugs.

Fed you so many lies

that you got confused
and you actually believed him.

I know what it's like to lose
hold of the one you love.

One minute you're holding them
in your hands...

...then the next minute,

that hand closes into an empty fist.

Filled with rage.

Then sadness.

Then defeat.

It's too late for me.

You still have time.

Time for what?

Time to see your family again, Kadek.

Time to see Sinta again.

But you have to help us first.

We found a laptop in your motel room.

We need the password to get in.

I give you that,

and Oscar will kill me and my family.

If you don't...

he will kill a lot more people.

We'll protect you.

You have my word.

Thank you.

You know, just for future
reference, my, uh, surfboard

will fit in the back of that trunk.

Oh. That's the guy
who shut down Sam and Kensi.

Dev Jabbar.

Nell said that John Doe
met with him last week.

But according to these photos,
he didn't meet

with anybody. He was followed.

Mm-hmm. Jabbar's not working
with Suhin's men.

He's their target.

Eric, where is Dev Jabbar right now?

I've got his phone pinged
to a warehouse downtown

in the Arts District, some type
of charity fashion show.

Looks like it's promoting
ethical clothing manufacturing.

You want us to evacuate it?

No, that's too risky.
Might tip off the shooters.

Yeah, call FBI and LAPD,
but tell them to hang back.

- Yeah.
- You got it.

So, Suhin's original attack

was meant to cripple
Bangladesh financially.

Which would open the chance for the mob

to bring that business back to Indonesia.

But Jabbar steps up,
funnels in a tons of capital

to revitalize his country.

So Suhin wants him dead.

And attacking the charity event
allows him

to send a pretty big message
at the same time.

I mean, if we go in there hot,

they're just gonna start shooting.

We need to get in there and stop
him as quietly as possible.

Women should support other women.

That's why I'm supporting you

with a three-month severance package.

Please don't fire me.

Lily, what is the one thing
I always tell you?

Never waste Chanel on a first date?

The other thing.

When your road gets blocked,

don't turn around, pave a new one.

Consider this a fallen tree.
Now get out of here.

I'll have your things
sent to your apartment.

I had to fire my assistant
just to get her to leave.

You should have gone with her.

Uh, let me remind you, I was here first.

You guys came to me for help.

You were here when we got
here and you refused to leave.

But you did say it's been
a minute since I showed up

at one of your crime scenes.

I have friends in here, Sam.

If you're not gonna let me warn
them, let me help protect them.

Just tell me if anyone or anything

sticks out or is odd
or... not normal to you.

In this crowd, that'll be fun.

The good news is

it's hard to hide a weapon
in all these skinny jeans.

They got to be more comfortable
than these shoes.

I thought dad sneakers were
supposed to be back in style.

They're too heavy to dance in, darling.

Speaking of...

I'm dying in there.

Anyone got eyes on Dev Jabbar?

Not yet.

But I may have a guy on your ten, Sam.

The cardigan.

Oh. Lars Emmanuel.

Nordic designer.

The only thing criminal about him

is his obsession with cowl necks.

Overalls, two rows in front of him.

Overalls.

Cooper something.

Head of Smug magazine.

Appropriately named, if you ask me.

I got Jabbar.

Sam, over your right shoulder.

Kens?

I see him.

And I've got Suhin. We need to move.

Deeks, can you create a distraction?

Well, as long as I can make it fashion.

Just do it now.

? I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I ?

? I want it right now... ?

Sam, behind you.

? I, I, I, I, I, I ?

? I want it right now ?

? I won't take no ?

? I want it right now ?

? I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I ?

? My bubblegum ?

? I can show you loving
in the first degree ?

? I can be the poison... ?

Federal agents.

Probably should have led with that, huh?

? Quick lips and a look to kill ?

? I, I, I, I, I ?

? I want it right now ?

? I won't take no ?

? I, I, I, I, I ?

? I want it right now ?

? I, I, I, I, I, I, I ?

? My bubblegum. ?

So the FBI finished their sweep,

and, uh, Suhin and all of
his men are all accounted for.

I owe you an apology.

No, that's not necessary.
It's just next time, trust us.

All right?
Suhin may no longer be a threat,

but we can't promise you
there won't be others.

I can promise you there will be.

You know there's less dangerous
ways to invest your money.

I moved away from Bangladesh
20 years ago,

but I never abandoned it.

My people deserve safe and
ethical ways to make a living.

It may cost me a lot up front,

but it will be worth it in the long run.

Thank you again.

Our pleasure.

So you didn't want to have us
take a day off, huh?

Only easy day was yesterday.

Well, I think it's safe to say

the real winner of the day is the music.

I don't know about that.

Do you guys want to go for a drink?

No. No, I got a, uh, stack of reports

that's about to become late paper, so...

Okay. What about you, partner?

You want to do an after-work hang?

Eh, I got a few loose ends
I need to tie up myself. Huh?

- See you later.
- So, what do you think, baby?

Should I bring this, uh, cat head home

and spin the ones
and twos in the bedroom?

All right, settle down, Diplo.

Baby?

Wildcat? Sugar bear?

You sure know how to steal a show.

Oh, yeah? Was it that obvious?

If you want to be on the cover
of Smug magazine,

you know you could have just asked.

I don't do it for the fame.

Why do you do it?

Eh, that's a conversation
for another time, huh?

Oh, we're having another time?

I like where this is headed.

And where's it headed?

Hopefully to La Cienega.

There's a new wine bar there

I know you would love to take me to.

Is that so?

- But not tonight.
- Oh.

I have a very fragile assistant
that I need to rehire.

Yeah.

This is my personal cell.

Mm-hmm.

Don't be a stranger.

Yeah.

Huh.

Hey!

What's going on, Mama D?

I'm carbo-loading.

I think she's referring
to the rogue cross-trainer

that just grazed my face.

Keep it.

Please, I haven't felt
such a lack of support

since you forgot to
call me on my birthday.

Again, it was 1999.

I was in Prague and I had mono.

Oh, so I guess that means

that the Czech Republic has no phones?

Thank you.

You, not helping.
You, what happened to the 5K?

I'm not going.

If I have to elbow my way
through a crowd for a prize,

I'm gonna do it
at Best Buy on Black Friday.

Or... or... you realized you were
spreading yourself too thin.

Yeah, well, Bren� Brown
needs to write a book

on how to get a little sleep.

Hey, why don't you just be
honest with me, Mama,

and tell me where this
is all coming from.

Well, Marty,

I woke up the other morning and,
for the first time in my life,

I realized that...

I have more behind me
than in front of me.

It scared the hell out of me.

So I guess I'm just trying to...

squeeze in as much as I can.

Yeah, well, I saw that TED Talk
with Bren� Brown,

and I think that's just it...

it doesn't matter
if it's ten things or one thing.

All that matters is you have the
courage to try something new.

Yeah.

You've got so much ahead of you

and believe me, you're
not going anywhere.

And how do you know that, little miss?

Because you crocheted it
on a very cute pillow

that you gave us for our wedding.

I found that on Etsy.

- Oh.
- Well, that's fantastic news,

'cause now I don't feel guilty
about throwing it away.

So, for now, why don't
we just concentrate

on one new adventure at a time, shall we?

Yeah. That sounds good.

How about doubles tennis, you and me?

Wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but...

...I love you.

I love you, too, Marty.

It's too bad you didn't think
to call me 20 years ago

and tell me that in Czech.

Czech-mate.

Yeah, that was brutal.
Welcome to my childhood.

Wow. Looking good.

Thank you.

You two calling it a night?

Not quite. We're gonna go celebrate.

Today's win?

And today's losses. And
everything in-between.

But mostly the wins.

Eric helped CDFW locate P87.

So, thanks to this guy, L.A.'s
most storied mountain lion

is now safe and sound
in the hills of Malibu.

What can I say?
Sometimes things just work out

the way you want them.

Sometimes they do.

All right. Have a good night.

- Good night.
- Night.

My lass, the champagne is nigh.

Then we must make haste.