All language subtitles for NCIS.Los.Angeles.S09E06.HDTV.X264-LOL

If the coyotes
don't kill us,

my dad will.

Coyotes don't kill people.

People kill people.

People, like murderers?

We're about five minutes away
from being an episode

on 48 Hours.

You know what?
Just find my dad's drone,

and we're out of here.

Guys? I don't like this.

I'm getting a very strong
spirit vibe right now.

There's no such thing
as spirits.

Spoken like a true carnivore.

What does that have
to do with anything?

I gave up meat so I could be
more in touch with my senses.

Ha. You gave up meat because
Demi Lovato gave up meat.

Not all heroes
wear capes.

Guys, I found it!

Shh. The spirits
wear capes.

You know what?

Both of you guys
are being ridiculous.

There's nobody...

Don't let
him get away!

Stop it!

Drop your weapon!

♪ NCIS: LA 9x06 ♪
Can I Get a Witness?
Original Air Date on November 5,

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Miss Footwork.

People who
leave voicemails.

Oh, God, no,
I hate it.

Write a text like
everybody else.

Ah. Good job.

Mm-hmm.
All right.

People who constantly
clear their throat.

That's disgusting.
Just cough it up already.

Exactly.

Lovely.

All right.

One word...

“manspreaders.”

Nope.

Your turn.
Ah.

And I probably
hate that the most.

You know,

I don't think
I have any pet peeves.

I'm a pretty tolerant...

person, so...
Really?

Yeah.
We'll see about that.

All right.

Seriously.

I was even voted “most patient”
in high school, so...

People who chew
with their mouth open.

That could be a
health concern, right?

Yep.

People who hold
their eye contact too long.

They are the windows
to the soul.

Okay.
Eh.

Got another one for you.

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
come on, come on, come on.

Those who use the same password

for all their online accounts.

Get mad.

They are living
a life of... risk!

Ah!

She got mad,
ladies and gentlemen.

Looks like patience is no longer
one of Miss Jones' virtues.

Nothing offends me more
than laissez-faire attitude

toward Internet
security. Okay?

Your knife skills
are getting good.

Thanks, lady.

Is everything okay?

Um... yeah.

It's, uh...
Deeks is gonna be late again.

He has to meet
with Detective Whiting.

Did he say why?

Uh, no.

He's pretty vague about it.

Leaving out
important information.

I hate that.

Would you say
it's one of your pet peeves?

Oh. I see what you did there.

Okay, okay, okay.

Good job today.

Thank you.

Ca-caw!

Extreme drop
in body temperature.

A little shortness of breath.

General feeling of malaise.

So, either...

I'm coming down
with the scurvy or...

Oh!

It's good to see you,
too, Deeks.

You know,
in order for distance

to make the heart grow fonder,
I think you're gonna need to

give me a little more distance.

Thank you for meeting me.

Well, you sounded
very urgent.

Don't tell me your
synchronized swimming partner

fell ill,
you need me to suit up.

Cute. But this is serious.

Well, I personally take
the aquatic arts very seriously,

but all right, fire away.

Take a look at this.

Police! Drop your weapon!

Well, that's not good.
No,

it's not.

It's your old pal,
Lieutenant Bates

Killed a fellow cop
this morning.

Looks like the two of you have
another thing in common now.

Wow. Too soon.

Also, just like in my case,

there's got to be more
to that story

'cause you and I both know that
Bates is one of the good ones.

Well, video says otherwise.

I told you IA
was investigating him.

Yeah, but you never told me why.

We have reason to believe
LAPD's got quite a few officers

moonlighting as
private contractors.

That's not illegal.

It is if they're
breaking the law.

And you think that Bates
is one of these dirty cops?

Looks like Bates is running
the whole racket.

Who's with him?

Some witness LAPD had stashed
in a safe house.

Not sure what Bates
wanted with him.

Well, you're right,
this is serious.

And... I wish you
the best of luck with it.

When your schedule clears up,
maybe you should call me.

We can get together,
start a book club.

I don't think so, Deeks.

Well, then you're just gonna
have to believe me when I say

that we're all in the bell jar.

Deeks.

Bates trusts you.

You're gonna get in touch
with him

and convince him
to turn himself in.

Listen, I am not gonna help you
throw Bates under the bus.

And if I get anywhere near this,
I put myself at risk.

You don't help me,
there's no risk.

I'll make sure everyone knows
you killed your ex-partner.

Wow.

Have I, uh...

have I told you
how much I missed you?

No.

This is why.

Just one night.

Two of us out on the town.

No talk of work,
no talk of life.

Good old-fashioned fun.

I don't think I'm up for it.

Did I mention whiskey?

Lots and lots of whiskey.

We really should be
cutting back on the whiskey.

Says who?

The Japanese.
What?

Scientists did a study
of people in Okinawa.

They're amongst
the oldest living on the planet.

They don't drink.

We could learn from them.

Not interested.

Why's everybody trying to
find the fountain of youth?

We're not meant to grow old.

We're finally at the point
where we can understand aging.

I'm all for
taking advantage of it.

I tell you what I'll do:
I'll go easy on the drinking,

I'll go heavy on the Flintstones
Chewables and on the tai chi.

Anything else?

Find your purpose.

Is there a reward if I do?

Like a yoga mat
and some kombucha?

Your reward is, uh,

an average of 15 more years
of living.

Yeah, but it's the end of
our lives when we're old.

If I'm getting 15 more years,
I want it in my 20s.

Okay, what is
your purpose?

Stay strong for my kids.

Cannot make fun of that.

I'm gonna get back to you
on my purpose.

Yeah?
I think you better hurry up

'cause something tells me
“Bealbo” Baggins

will be down here soon to
take us on a quest of his own.

Drive, now.

You kiss your Uber driver
with that mouth?

Shut up, Deeks.
We need to move, now.

All right, Nancy.

You saw it happen
this morning.

You know I did.

And it looks bad.

You know it does.

Don't worry,
we'll figure it out.

Whiting's gonna help us.

Whiting wouldn't help
a kitten stuck in a tree,

unless she thought she could
shoot it without any witnesses.

Well, cats are notoriously
evil and hard to trust,

so I guess I'm with
team Whiting on that one.

You son of a bitch.

You set me up.

What are you
talking about, man?

I didn't call them.

You don't understand
what's going down.

You pull this truck over,
it doesn't end well.

Wow, you've gotten very dramatic
in your old age.

Looks like we're
doing it this way now.

Drive.

You're a lot scarier
without that mustache.

All right, hold on.

That's not gonna be good

for the resale.

Kens, back me up.

We're cut from
the same cloth, right?

We're rebels.
We're not meant to grow old,

- you and me.
- Mm.

Sorry. I'm gonna live till 90.

I kind of got plans.

Oh, yeah? You have plans?

With who?

Yours truly.

We're doing a
nonagenarian tour

of all ballparks.

Ballparks?

Do either of you
even like baseball?

No, but I really
like hot dogs.

Those things will kill you.

Which is exactly why I only plan
on eating them when I'm 90.

Deeks know about
this little plan?

No, of course not.

I mean,
he won't even be around anymore.

He's from the weaker
Scandinavian stock, so...

Speaking of...

Mm-hmm?

Do we need to reboot him, or...?

This is not good.

Eric, just... speak.

LAPD put out a BOLO
on Deeks' truck.

- Oh!
- Geez.

This is Deeks.

Why don't you just text me,
like a normal human being?

He's not answering his phone.

Do we have another angle there?
Yeah.

There.

That's Lieutenant Bates.

Why was Deeks
meeting with Bates?

He wasn't, he was supposed
to be meeting with Whiting

in the boatshed.

He has a meeting
in Internal Affairs;

an hour later,
he rams a squad car

with his LAPD lieutenant
riding shotgun?

It's not a
coincidence.

Wait, there's more.

This morning, there was a
shooting in Santa Clarita.

Bates is the prime suspect.

So Whiting needs
Deeks to bring Bates in.

But not surprisingly,
things didn't go as planned.

Where is he now?

Uh, I tracked
Deeks' phone

to a garage in Mid-City,

but I lose the signal
once they enter.

Sam and I will go
look at the garage.

Talk to Whiting and
see what she knows.

I'm not talking to Whiting,
Deeks is not with her.

He's in that garage,
so that's where I'm going.

Okay, fine.
Take Nell with you.

- Thank you. Let's go.
- Okay.

- Be careful.
- Yeah.

Detective Whiting.

Yeah, I need to see
you two like I need

a hole in the neck.

Promise you that was
a one-time thing.

It's good to see you're back
to the old Whiting.

Well, turns out my resting
heart rate is stone-cold bitch.

Sounds like Internal Affairs
is gonna have a busy week.

Yeah,
something tells me

one of your own shoots a cop,

it doesn't happen out of the blue.
No.

We've been investigating
Bates for a while.

Investigating him for what?

There are rumors that Bates
is running a racket

within LAPD.

Don't ask for details,
I won't give 'em.

Police report said that
Bates took a hostage.

Who is it?

A guy named Simon Atwater.

He's a bioengineer for
Dexmont Agricultural.

Some kind of witness.

Bates was supposed to be
up there interviewing him.

We need to figure out
why Bates wanted him.

May be nothing.

Could be the IA
investigation--

all the pressure made him snap.

Could be that Bates was hired
to silence him.

Either way, it does not explain
why you dragged Deeks into this.

You think there's a chance
that Bates is being set up?

I think there's a chance that
this goes deeper than Bates.

He likes Deeks.
God knows why.

I'm sure it's a Spicoli
fetish or something,

so I asked Deeks to
help me figure it out.

I'm guessing you did more
than just ask him.

Deeks and I have
an arrangement.

Well, now we have
an arrangement.

We'll help you find Bates, but
you got to keep us in the loop.

I have nightmares of Deeks
friending me on Facebook.

Doesn't mean I don't
want him safe.

I'll be in touch.

Is that really
necessary?

Deeks would nave have
fled that squad car.

I don't know
what's necessary.

All right.

Yeah.

They're gone.

Well...

I think I figured out
why they lost signal

when they entered
the garage.

That's not good.

LAPD has things on Deeks
they can use against him.

What kind of things?

Things that we shouldn't
let surface.

We gotta find him
before LAPD does.

Let's go.

I'm gonna tell you
everything.

I just need to make sure
I can trust you.

Well, nothing screams out
“safe place”

like being pushed through
a warehouse at gunpoint.

Well, I knew something
was off when those cops

showed up to take over
the interview.

Yeah, why were they
shooting at you?

Because they wanted to
be alone with my witness,

until I went back
and screwed up their plan.

Why don't you just
tell me what's happening?

Sometimes you gotta
do a bad thing

to make people listen.

Open it.

All right,
I'm definitely listening.

Oh, wow.

I don't really know
how to thank you.

I mean, I guess I could start
by just saying thank you.

So, thank you.

God, shut up, Simon.

So stupid,
it's so stupid.

Well, you're a Chatty Cathy
now, aren't you?

In all fairness, though,
I guess it's

a good trait to have
in a witness.

Sorry, I, um...
I ramble when I'm nervous.

No, no, no, you're,
uh, you're fine.

You're doing good, kid.

Thank you.

Let's cut the crap.

I think it's
pretty obvious

which one of us
is the officer

and which one of us
is the gentleman.

I've had kidney stones
that passed easier

than time with you.

Listen--
Mommy and Daddy fight.

The important thing to remember
is it's not about you.

Let's talk.

Where should I start?
Try the beginning.

Sure. Sure.

So, I became
a bioengineer.

Now, I-I don't...
I don't have to, like,

know people, but I do...
I get to help them.

Dexmont Agricultural
does good things.

We make herbicide-resistant
plants

so we can grow endless amounts
of food for more people.

But recently, my focus has been
on terminator genes.

Now, they self-destruct
after each season.

Now, some think
that's unethical,

but, um, Dexmont's been
struggling financially.

You know, we need
repeat customers.

Is there a way
we can speed this up?

I need to get home soon
so I can reconsider

all my life choices.

Yeah, um, so a few weeks ago,

I was working with
agrobacteria,

which transports DNA
to root cells.

I insert herbicide-resistant
DNA into the agrobacteria,

and it inserts those genes
into the plant.

But I...
I messed up.

Now, I don't know
how it happened,

but I...
I contaminated the DNA

with a terminator gene
that just overtook the plants.

And... it was like a cancer.

I mean, what I created
turned out to be

this aggressive and
highly destructive plant virus.

Okay, then just to clarify,

like, how... how dangerous
Ar-Ar-are we talking here?

The potential for harm
is... immeasurable.

Now, in the wrong hands, this
could be recreated en masse,

dropped on our farms,

and used to wipe out
our entire food supply

in just a matter of weeks.

Did you destroy it?

Well, so I reported it
to my boss, Ryan Wallace.

Now, he confiscated it
and said that that was protocol,

but something just
didn't feel right.

And so I went back
later to check,

and that's when I saw
Mr. Wallace leaving with it.

And that's why you
contacted LAPD?

Wallace must have
a connection inside

that tipped him off.

Who does he know?

Dexmont gets a lot of threats
from anti-GMO groups,

and Mr. Wallace sometimes uses
off-duty cops for security.

Whiting thinks the guys
at the house

were just contractors,
but Wallace would have to know

the head of the whole operation.

Well, word on the street says
that's me.

Well, based on that suit,
it's pretty obvious

that no one's paying you off.

But buying LAPD,
making 'em dirty

isn't cheap, and that virus
could probably get big money

from a rogue nation.

So the only question is, have
they already found a buyer?

Oh, and, uh, Simon...
you did good.

You did okay.

This is bigger
than we thought it was.

Agriculture's
a trillion-dollar business.

They attack our food supply,
they could cripple the economy.

Yeah, well, we need
to find Simon's boss

before he sells it,
assuming he hasn't already.

Well, not so fast.

You're gonna need to
run this one man down.

Deeks and I need to
find some dirty cops.

That's not our priority
right now.

Well, allow me to remind you

that you wouldn't know
about any of this

if it wasn't for me.

And I can pull Deeks
off of your team

anytime I want to.

Okay, I don't think
that's necessary.

Listen, why don't I just
stay here with Bates?

The cops at the house,
we think they're somehow

affiliated with Simon's boss,

we'll work it from both angles--
how's that?

Fine. Keep us posted.

I'll have Eric get us
access to Dexmont.

Yeah, okay.
All right, listen.

A little postgame
wrap-up here.

So, good show.
Like what you did there

with the whole
tough-guy routine,

but probably don't try that
with the big boss.

Ah, well,
thanks for the tip,

but, uh, I don't plan on ever
getting close enough

to that tiny lady to find out.

Oh, so that's...
Okay.

I thought, uh,
maybe you'd gone home.

What?

Even the monks smoking.

The road to
enlightenment

isn't easy.

This from a woman
who can drink most men

under the table.

Nobody's perfect.

So, uh, you abandon
Keane again?

Mr. Keane died in
a helicopter crash.

What about the man
I show you?

I've no idea.

So why are you still here?

Because it's peaceful,

and because I'm in
need of a vacation.

Keane said you two
were transporting

almost a million dollars
in gold bar

when you crash.

It was never recovered.

Okay, well,

you may be content
sitting here,

contemplating the sound
of one hand clapping,

but we got business.

Let's go.

Thank you, Brother Bao.

And for the
record, Mr. Dang,

I already know the sound
of one hand clapping.

What do you got,
Eric?

Ryan Wallace.

Founder and CEO

of Dexmont Agricultural.

He might want to take
a refresher course in finance.

Dexmont is
hemorrhaging money.

Plus, there are two
outstanding lawsuits

against them for
patent infringement.

What kind of patent?

Genetically modified
seed strains.

Apparently,
they've been stealing

the intellectual property

of much larger
agricultural companies

and trying to pass them off
as their own.

So Dexmont is bankrupt and
they're about to pay out

a huge amount in
settlement fees.

Mm. That's enough reason
to believe Ryan Wallace

would've sold
Simon's crop-killing virus--

to stay afloat.

Send the address for
Dexmont to our phones.

We got to move.

See you in a bit.

Federal agents.

Everybody stay where
you are, please!

Stay right
where you are!

Hi. Hello. Excuse me.

Hi. Camille Butler.

VP of Communications.
Friends call me Cammy.

Welcome. Welcome to
Dexmont Agricultural.

From seed to success,
as we say.

This feels like something
we can better handle

if we head on in to my office.
Cammy, we're from NCIS.

We have reason to believe

that you're harboring
a criminal here.

Oh. On the record,
I can assure you

we would never harbor a criminal
in this office.

Off the record, is it...

is it Karen in HR?

Who's Karen?

Someone who can't seem to keep

her hands off
of other human's resources,

if you know what I mean.

It is not Karen.

Not yet.

G...

Is this 1745 West 10th Street?
Oh, no.

It's 1845 West 10th.

Well, this is embarrassing.

Our mistake. I knew
as soon as we saw you,

there's no way you would
tolerate criminal activity.

Yeah, no, of course.
Of course I wouldn't.

The only thing we harbor within
these walls is innovation.

Keep an eye on Karen for us,
will you?

You let us know
if she gets too handsy.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Kensi, you should have eyes
on Wallace any second.

Got him.

Wallace has no idea
how handsy it's about to get.

Never thought
I'd see you again.

Tell me about Operation Sunrise.

You mean “Sunshine”?

We were here to
secure certain assets

acquired
during the war.

“We”?

You, me, Chegwidden,

Bridges, Langston, and, uh,

Owen Granger,

who stayed on with us
after we pulled him out of Laos.

I didn't work much
with the others.

They considered me
an untested kid.

But... you took me
under your wing.

We were transporting
over $900,000 in gold

when we got
shot down.

I always wondered
what happened to that.

My captors didn't find it,

and there's no way you humped it
through the bush.

I hid it until we could...

get back for it.

You came back for the gold
but not for me.

By the time
we got back,

the chopper
had been stripped,

and all the bodies
were gone.

You didn't think
to look for 'em?

The jungle is like
a self-cleaning oven.

You know that.

You know,

we collected that gold, in part,

so we could pay ransom
for any captured operatives.

I thought I'd be out
in a couple of days.

But days turned into weeks,
into months,

and nobody was paying
to get me out.

If you really are Keane,

nobody knew you were alive.

And we were never there
officially.

You still don't believe me.

These look real enough for you?

Looks like they're
using the same maid as Kensi's.

Well, I'm gonna find and
expose the person behind this.

Great. You focus on that,

and I'll figure out who Wallace
is trying to sell this virus to.

You do remember
you technically work for me.

Because sometimes I feel like
you're the only one who does.

What's going on with that?

How come these guys keep
breaking their oath?

You know the starting salary
of an LAPD officer?

I do.

It's Los Angeles.

You try to buy a house,
put your kids through school,

do right by your family
on that salary? Can't do it.

I'm not saying
I agree with them. Screw them.

We make choices.

I'm just saying
I can see how easy it is

to have your hand tipped.

Well, how come
they never tipped your hand?

I've given my life to this job.

I'm five years away
from a pension that's going

to two wives
that I lost to this job.

I can't control everything,
Deeks.

But my honor,
that's one thing I can control.

I feel like
I should start a slow clap.

Okay.

Kensi said Wallace
is five minutes out.

So if he's coming here, he's
expecting to meet dirty cops.

Well, that's exactly who
he'll meet with.

Follow my lead.

Oh, we're doing this?

Oh, we're gonna do this.
Oh, wow.

Look at your face!

You look like you're
about to get arrested.

Close the door.

I swear, working with amateurs,
it's gonna bring down all of us.

Do you have any idea
who you're talking to?

Based on the lack of emotion
in the forehead,

I'm saying a spokesperson for Botox?

Who are you?

You're not gonna see us again.
That's the way this works.

Oh, great. So I'm shelling out
money to a bunch of mall cops.

Oh, well, that is
an offensive stereotype.

Besides, malls can be
very scary places.

Have you been
to a Hot Topic lately?

Some federal agents showed up
at my office.

We are running out of time.

So what I need from you
is to shut up

and help me see this deal through.
Ooh.

I don't like the cut
of his jib.

His jib is not cut well.
Okay, well,

I don't make this exchange,

and this jib isn't gonna be
cutting you a dime.

Okay, relax, all right?

You tell us where the exchange
is going down,

and we'll tell you
how we're gonna get you there.

Son of a bitch!

Three, two, one!

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

Guys, they're heading
your way now.

This old song and dance.
He'll stop.

Something tells me this
could seriously affect

the whole aging thing.

He should've stopped.

I think your purpose is
to go down there and cuff him

while I watch.

Have a seat.

All right.

There's been
some confusion.

Um, Simon is
the one you want.

That guy is weird as hell,
and he's probably a sociopath.

The only confusion here
is you thinking we're falling

for any of this.

How old are
you, Ryan?

What? 39. Why does that matter?

And how much would you say
you drink?

Are you insane? Is he insane?

What are you talking about?

Facilitating the sale
of a biological weapon.

You're looking at
life in prison.

And life has gotten a lot longer
these days.

Yeah, you could spend
at least 40 years behind bars.

50 if he takes his vitamins.

I didn't sell anything... yet.

Then today's your lucky day.

Intent to sell will get you
low-security by,

uh, at least retirement.

That is, if you tell us
who you're selling to.

Stephen Lee.

Oh. Stephen Lee.

Of the Los Angeles Lees.

That really narrows it down.

Yeah, well,
I don't know much about him.

He's just some sophomore
at Bunker Tech.

Where'd you find him?

You'd be amazed what you
can find on the Internet.

So who does Stephen Lee
work for?

You'll forgive me
if I didn't run his references.

I'll forgive you
when you tell us where

and when the drop is happening.

Today. 4:00 p.m.

Bunker Tech.
Outside Burton Hall.

So, Beale confirmed that Stephen
Lee is a student at Bunker Tech.

Yeah. He's a South Korean here
on a student visa.

But he has been
receiving funds

from a North Korean
bank account.

Just to clarify,
that means that we almost had

a crop-killing supervirus in the
hands of a maniacal dictator.

Well, there's no way
we can arrest him

unless we catch him
making the exchange.

Then it looks like it's time
we get Wallace cleaned up.

Let me talk
to him first.

We need to find out who
he's paying off inside LAPD.

We don't have time for that.

We have an hour to set
this thing in motion.

We could use
an extra hand.

If you want to
help us, I promise

you'll get all the time you
want with him afterwards.

His name was
Lieutenant Roger Bates,

and today was the longest day
of his life.

Okay, Rickles.

Yeah, the most fun
kids have these days

is picking out their
Instagram filters.

Yes, it is hard to rival
the unparalleled debauchery

that were the hacky sack
tournaments in your day.

I will have you know
that they called me

Marty Marty the One Man Party
for a reason.

That is one party
I am not sorry I missed.

Wallace is almost on his mark.

Better hope he's
more convincing than he was earlier.

Guy in a hat
approaching Wallace.

Showtime.

He's getting lost in the crowd.

G, you got eyes on Wallace?

I got Lee,
but I can't see Wallace.

Exchange has already been made.
I'm moving in.

Federal agent.

It's not Stephen Lee.

Canister's gone.
Lee's not working alone.

Where is it?

I got a hundred bucks
to give it to a blonde.

I got one coming down
the stairs; I got her.

I got the gaggle of blondes
to the left.

Can I see this?
Sorry about that.

No. You can-- okay.

Hey.

Get over here.

Where is it?
I gave it to some guy.

She handed it off.

I got Stephen Lee.

Come on.

You didn't really think
it'd be that easy, did you?

There is a great bar
on top of that building.

And I happen to know
that they serve whiskey.

Oh, don't you think

the Japanese would recommend
avoiding bullets, as well?

We put ourselves
in danger every day.

That's right. And we always
get ourselves out of it.

Not always.

Look, I can't begin to know
what you're dealing with.

I...

I don't have
the same responsibilities.

You got your own
responsibilities.

I do.

And as it turns out,
you are at the top.

What are you talking about?

You can't always make
the right decision.

I mean, sometimes it's important
to make bad decisions as well.

You may be adding
years to your life,

but I think it
is my purpose

to make sure that you also
add some living.

Huh? Huh?

All right.

We'll start cutting back
tomorrow, all right?

Now you're
thinking clearly.

Yeah.
Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, you're more
of a succulent, for sure.

You're dry, beautiful,

you don't need a lot of attention.

What's going on in here? Huh?

Thank God. Tell me you have
a dose of the virus,

'cause I'd love to self-destruct
right now.

Look at you, making friends.

So, Simon, you can
sleep well tonight,

because we got 'em.

Wh... Is-is the virus destroyed?

It is on its way to the army
containment lab as we speak.

It's in good hands.

You know, most people express
themselves with their words,

and I show people who I am
through my research.

And that's all I have.

And this thing I created,
that's not who I am.

Well, I spent less than
a day with you,

and I have a pretty good idea
who you are,

and I would say that people are
lucky to call you their friend.

Okay?

Really?
Yeah.

All right, come on.

You had a big day,
get out of here.

Hmm?
Okay.

Are you driving?
Yeah.

Because you need to go slow.

I have a very sensitive stomach.

Non-stop commentary,
inappropriate touching.

And the puns, oh, my goodness,

so many puns.

What's happening?

What we talk about
when we talk about Deeks.

So you both want to join
my book club?

I'd rather get scurvy.

Wow.
Wallace gave up

his LAPD contact.

A guy inside the
office of operations.

I've had my eye
on that bastard.

I just never could prove it
until now.

A cop's not gonna rat out
another cop,

so that's all the names
we're gonna get.

I know, but at least
it's a start.

I have a way
of making cops talk.

If there's more corruption,
we'll find it.

Uh, too many of
our men in blue,

they've forgotten why
they wear that uniform.

We could stand to bring one back
who knows exactly why he does.

Oh. You mean, you mean me?

To come back to the...

Yeah. I don't...
I don't know if that, uh...

I mean, I kind of got the best
of both worlds right now, right?

Representing LAPD's finest
and, with NCIS,

working with a team that
I respect the hell out of,

so as much as I
appreciate the offer,

I got to pass, but thank you.

Well, just remember that
for one fleeting moment

I had something nice
to say about you.

It's going straight
to the diary.

I'm moved.

All right, I got to get home.

Wife number three's just begging
for a reason to leave me.

I'll see you
at the office.

I look forward to it.

See ya.
I miss that mustache.

I quit ya, Deeks.

And then there were two.

You did good work today.

Sorry, what?

Don't make me say it again.

I just-- I couldn't hear it,
'cause you were mumbling.

Just one more time.

You did good work today.

Ah, and there it is.

So, does this mean we've even?

I like you, Deeks.

I know it doesn't seem like it,
but I do.

And I wish I could say this is
the end of it, but I can't.

'Cause the truth is,
is I just don't know.

And I hope you
understand that.

Night, Deeks.

See ya around.

How did you escape?

I was saved by a cow.

They were moving me

and the two soldiers who
took me had been drinking.

They were driving
like maniacs,

we came around a corner

and ran smack into
a big old heifer.

I was thrown from the vehicle.

They-they weren't so lucky...
neither were the cows.

Suddenly found
myself a free man

with clothes, weapons,

money, even some cigarettes.

It was like Christmas.

So why didn't you seek out
an embassy

or someone who could help you?

Because all I could think about
was getting revenge

on the ones who did this to me.

A-And I did...
a hundred times over.

So you became...

the two-sun.

Between the
North Vietnamese

and the wars with the
Khmer Rouge and the Chinese,

there was always
someone worth killing.

Then one day,
I just put my rifle down.

Didn't want anymore of it.

Walked into a nearby village
and never left.

I even started
a family.

Where are they now?

G... Gone.

God took them away
from me for...

as punishment for all
the blood I shed.

Why did they arrest you?

I, uh, I wanted to leave.

I wanted to start fresh
someplace new.

I figured Thailand would be
a good place to go,

but I don't have any papers.

No ID.

I'm a ghost.

Dang is someone who...

who could smuggle me
into the country.

And what happened?

I trusted him.

Once he learned who I was, he
decided there was more money

to be made holding me
for ransom.

Well, if it isn't my own
little Buddha.

How much do you want?

For him?

Nothing.

He's not worth anything

to anyone.

Besides,

he already serve his purpose.

You, on the other hand,

you're gonna fetch
a pretty penny.

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