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(sirens wailing)

(dogs barking)

(train horn blows in distance)

♪ ♪

Yo, what's your deal?!

Why are you following me?

I-I-I'm...

You're-you're what?

I'm not following you.

I'm just walking home.

Okay. Okay, I didn't mean to...

It's cool, I'm sorry.

I'll just find another way home.

Just walked the block.

No one out here...

except some dude rethinking
his stance on gentrification.

You're good to go.

RACHELLE:
Got it.

Okay, I'm going in.

♪ ♪

(drilling)

(exhales, chuckles)

(exhales)

We just hit the motherlode.

Oh.

Ben and Jerry Dunks, Union 4's.

Oh!

Some Amiri and Fear.

Gosh, there's got to be some
Yeezy Quantums in here.

(creaking)

(panting, grunts)

(screams)

♪ ♪

SAM:
Almost there!

(Fatima grunts)

Let's go!

We got this! Bust 'em!

FATIMA:
This workout is insane.

And not insane in a good way.

It's, like, actually psychotic.

Come on, Fatima, you got
this-- you can go all day.

CALLEN:
No, Fatima is correct.

This workout is not
for the sane.

(both grunting)

SAM: No one ever said
"The Murph" would be easy.

All this pain and sweat

is dedicated

to Lieutenant Michael Murphy.

And his sacrifice.
(grunts)

He was a SEAL-- did
you know him, Sam?

I did not have the honor.

ROUNTREE:
All right.

Done with 100 pull-ups
and the mile run.

What's after the 300 air squats?

SAM:
Uh, just, uh,

200 push-ups and another
mile run, that's it.

(both grunting)

Damn, this Murph
ain't no joke.

SAM: Nope.

You know, I met him once.

Really? That's rad.

Yeah, I was doing this, uh...

well, this thing and, uh,

I ended up on a plane with Murph
and his team for a few hours.

Good guy.

ROUNTREE:
What does a Navy SEAL

and a Callen talk about?

The fact that we were both
lifeguards in high school.

Hold on... you were
a lifeguard in high school?

Murph and I were
both lifeguards at Lakes.

How did I not know that?

You never asked.

FATIMA:
Is that Anna?

Wait, is she there with you

and not doing this workout?

Hi, Fatima.

Hey.

I'm not doing
the workout

because I was
previously committed to

advancing my skills
in another way.

Huh, what way?

Playing Assassin's Creed
on the new Xbox.

SAM:
Yeah, okay.

Anna's the real winner
this morning.

ANNA:
Yeah, that may be.

But let's not
get off track here.

I think we all need to see
pictures of lifeguard Callen.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

I bet you had
feathered hair.

(laughter)

What am I signing?

I got to be honest,
I can't believe

how many forms I have
to sign for this.

I can't believe we just
sign important documents

on our phone.

Oh, it is pretty cool, huh?

We're buying a house
on our cell phones.

We're not buying a house
on our cell phones.

We went to see it in person,
we put an offer in, in person.

We're just signing
these documents on the phone.

Okay, you do you.
Me, I'm buying a house...

on my phone.

You know it's just an offer,
right?

What signature did you choose?

What do you mean?

I don't know.

I just think DocuSign needs
to have more options, you know?

I'm looking for something
that says that I'm masculine,

'cause I am and I'm
vulnerable because I'm...

trying to be.

But I also have
an appreciation

for the fluidity
of Japanese katakana.

Okay, you know that you can just
sign it with your finger, right?

Yeah, but I don't like
my signature.

I'm sorry, you don't
like your signature?

I mean, if you have
to know, yeah.

I-I hate my signature.

You know you can just
change it anytime you want,

because it's-it's
your signature.

What, are you an animal?

You can't change
your signature.

People don't just change
their signatures.

It's part of them.
It's like your soul

is being transferred down
into the fluid blue ink.

Oh, it's like your soul?

Yeah, that's what I'm saying,
it's like your soul.

Okay, so tell me this,
what does it say about you,

if you don't like
your own signature?

I believe the word you're
looking for is "touché."

(scoffs)
Whatever.

I'm too busy buying
a house on my phone

to put up with
your shenanigans.

(phone rings)

(laughs) Oh.

KENSI:
Hey, Nell, what's up?

What's up, Nell?

Hey, guys, so it looks
like we caught a case.

There was a break-in
last night at a...

KENSI:
Oh, hold on, um, Deeks is here.

DEEKS:
Oh, yeah!

Right, Deeks is here.

The guy that used to work here,

but no longer works here
'cause he lost his job,

and so therefore cannot be part
of your super-secret

Batcave conversations?

Bye, Nell.

I love you.

I'm on my way!

Cool, we'll see you later!

Have fun at work!

Okay, go ahead.

Okay, so it looks
like the break-in

occurred
at a warehouse downtown.

A neighboring tenant saw a door
left open and called it in.

LAPD arrived

and found the body of CTI-1

Terry Coleman--
he was a Navy reservist.

Was he working
security there?

According to the out-of-state
owners, he was not.

In fact, they don't have
a tenant at the moment,

so the place
should've been empty.

But it wasn't?

That's right.

LAPD found boxes of merchandise
in the warehouse,

though they're waiting on us
to investigate further.

Well, we can provide support
since Coleman was

a Naval reservist, but shouldn't
LAPD be taking the lead on this?

Well, normally they would,

but Coleman was
a NETWARCOM reservist.

It's kind of like the
military version of the NSA.

He had advanced clearance
so his murder was

run up the flagpole quickly.

So whoever broke in

is our suspect
for Coleman's murder.

Actually,
that doesn't seem to be

the case here.
So the building surveillance

system shows a woman breaking in

and then fleeing, but

the prelim T.O.D. has
Coleman dead

at least 12 hours
prior to her even breaking in.

Do we have an I.D. on her?

No.

Unfortunately,
the images are pretty dark.

So I'm still running them
through facial rec.

But, Kensi, I am bringing in
Agent DeChamps

to work with you today.

Great.

Thanks.

All right, Kens,
why don't you and DeChamps

go down and look
into Petty Officer Coleman.

Fatima, you and Devin, when
you get a proper I.D. from Nell,

look into the woman
from the surveillance video.

Sam and I will hit
the crime scene.

Copy that.

Got it.

You got it.

Do you think I'm crazy for
volunteering to do this?

Not at all.

I'm sure a shrink would say
that I'm just throwing myself

at other people's problems
instead of dealing with my own.

Well, that's
why no one likes shrinks

and they have no friends.

Well, that's a bit harsh.

Harsh, but true.

(laughs)

Hey.

I'm proud of you.

You've had a lot taken
from your life.

Your-your career,
your freedom.

Instead of sitting around
feeling sorry for yourself,

you're going out to help people.

I mean, complete strangers,
no less.

Thanks.

It's just so sad, you know?

Santa Cruz County alone
lost over 800 homes.

So between the fires

and COVID, those people
are hurting.

Yeah.

Have they assigned
your team a specific

neighborhood to rebuild yet?

No, not yet.

But I'll know soon.

They told me to be
ready in two days.

And I'm going to miss you,
Callen.

Well, uh...

I think we can make
the best of those two days.

I think we can.

Mm-hmm.

CALLEN:
Well, the lock's
tumbler's shredded.

Whoever did this used
a high-powered drill.

Yeah, this wasn't a finesse job.

No, it wasn't.

Off-White, Rick...

Balenciaga.

Yeah, I don't have my,
uh, Rosetta Stone on me.

Want to translate?

Clothing, sneakers.

High-end, exclusive.

This stuff is worth
a lot of money.

Well, maybe Coleman was
buying and selling it,

and that's what got him killed.

Or it's counterfeit and he was
trying to pass it off as legit.

Nell, I'm sending you some
shipping and serial numbers.

Check this stuff out.

Let's see if it's the real deal.

NELL:
Copy that.

So, you think our cat burglar
was working solo?

No, there's a lot of boxes
in here.

She would have had accomplices.

Uh-huh. Maybe an accomplice
with a van or a truck?

(laughs softly)
You asking me or you telling me?

There's a scrape
on the side of the wall.

There's also a broken
side mirror on the ground here.

Well, how do you know
it was from last night?

Well, because the rest
of the wall's covered in L.A.'s

finest soot, and this scrape
looks very fresh.

Okay. So, they were gonna
take everything in here,

she spots Coleman's body,
gets spooked, calls for a ride.

Car comes in a little too hot,
scrapes the wall.

So, Sam, all of these boxes
were reported stolen.

From one theft?

Uh, no.

They all link to different
police reports filed

over the last six months.

Looks like...

two in-store break-ins,

in Burbank, one on Melrose

and a delivery truck theft
in San Pedro.

Okay. Thanks, Nell.

You got it.

(hip-hop music playing)

(laughs)

(music stops)

FATIMA:
Wow.

(laughs)
Uh-huh.

Are you sure
you picked up the right car?

Yeah, I think.

(laughs)

This is...

I mean, yeah.

I showed the guy
at the motor pool my I.D.

and he gave me this.

This is pretty cool.

Is it too cool?

What do you mean?

I mean,

this is way cooler
than Kensi and Deeks's ride.

Yeah, but it's not
as cool as Sam's, though.

Yeah, but I don't know

if we should be stuntin'
on Kensi and Deeks.

I mean, they got
some years on us.

Yeah, lots of years.

(laughs)

Okay, I didn't mean it

like that.

(laughs)

You know what? Screw it.

Motor pool gave us the keys
to this, we're keeping it.

I'm down with it.

All right.

Oh.

Nell got an I.D.

The woman who broke
into the warehouse

is named Rachelle Chung.

She lives off Fairfax.

You want to...?

I know you want to drive it.

Yeah, I do.

Hey, you nervous
about this offer

we just put in on the house?

DEEKS:
Losing my LAPD

liaison job,
having the bar be at 50%

of the revenues from last year
and now having

to pay a mortgage payment
every single month

for the next 30 years?

No, not nervous at all.
I'm good, girl.

Yeah, no, I mean, like,
are we getting carried away

and doing something
we shouldn't do?

You know?
Is this an over-the-top house?

It's not, right?

Kensi, it's an old
three-bedroom,

two-bath that needs
tons of work.

You drop this house
anyplace in the Midwest,

you got three college kids

pooling together money
to buy it.

If it was in Cedar Rapids, Iowa,
this thing would cost $3,000.

You can either buy this house
or you can buy one solar panel.

So, no,

it's not an over-the-top house,

it's just an over-the-top
L.A. price tag.

We're not crazy, are we?

I mean, that seems
like a non sequitur,

but yeah, baby, we're crazy.

Deeks.

What? We live in Los Angeles.

I'm serious, babe.

I am, too.

You want perfect weather,
y-you want the ability to ski

and snowboard and surf
in the same day

and you want to have
really, really great fish tacos,

then you got to pay to play.

That's the deal.

Oh, I do love fish tacos.

I mean, everybody does.

It's a bipartisan food, right?

It's like the Jimmy Buffett
of tacos.

I actually really want
to eat fish tacos right now.

Well, that is ironic,

'cause I am about to walk
into Ensenada's.

No.

(laughs):
Yes.

That is one of the many, many
perks of being unemployed,

is I can drive down
to Hermosa and go get

great fish tacos
any damn time I please.

Mm-hmm. I love you, but I don't
like you very much right now.

I got to go.

That seems fair. I got to eat.

Be safe.

Bye.

Look at you,
so serious, Mrs. Deeks.

Oh, gosh, am I a bad
person for admitting

I don't like the sound
of the name Deeks,

especially with
"Mrs." preceding it?

Bad person, no.
Bad Mrs. Deeks, yeah.

There it is again.
It's good to have you back.

Good being back.
Nell filled me in on the case.

You find anything
on Petty Officer Coleman?

Uh, yeah. Basically, he's been
in the same job for five years,

been living in the same place
for four,

not married, no kids.

(device beeps)

Oh, hold on a second.

All right, so LAPD
obtained a warrant

to access his financials and
they just sent them over.

Huh. Okay, so looks
like his paycheck is deposited

twice a month, and the
day after each deposit

he makes a big cash withdrawal.

Hmm.

It's always different amounts,
but always around a thousand.

That's a lot of cash
to have on hand. No?

Yeah. Could be a sign
of a gambling or drug issue.

Yeah.

Hey, guys, so I've been

looking through
Petty Officer Coleman's

phone records
and social media accounts,

and I think I may have found
his girlfriend.

Great.

I'm sending her info
to your phones now.

Thanks, Nell.

Thanks.

You got it.

(door opens)

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Agent Callen, NCIS.

You work at this building?

Uh, more like this building
works for me. I own it.

You're just the guy I
need. Listen, does, uh,

your surveillance system work?

It sure does.

Look, there was a van that came
through here last night

just before 11:00.

I need to know if your camera
might have picked it up.

Yeah, no worries.

Let me check it out.

Here we go.

Yep, I got your van.

I need you to send me
that video.

Okay, I'll go
to the front door.

There's an alley
that runs alongside

the backside
of the building.

Keep an eye on it.

Sounds like you know
this place pretty well.

It's Fairfax and I grew up
in Beverly Hills.

Oh. I grew up in Texas,
so I don't know

what any of that means.

Man, Supreme, Diamond,
FourTwoFour, Flight Club.

In high school,
we practically lived here.

Buying that stuff
in high school?

That's some rich Beverly
Hills kid living.

It ain't rich kid living
if you earned it yourself.

(laughs)
What was your gig?

Wait, let me guess. You
straightened your hair,

black nails, black eye shadow,
made a killing at Hot Topic.

I was an actor.

Wait? What? For real?

What were you in?

Looks like you have
some investigating to do,

Agent Rountree.

(hip-hop music playing faintly)

Rachelle Chung?
It's federal agents.

We have to ask you
some questions.

(door opens, closes)

We got a runner!

She's going out the back door.

(exhales)
Oh!

I got her.

NCIS. Stop!

(tires screeching)

NCIS. Stop.

(panting)

Don't do anything you're
gonna regret, Rachelle.

I think that ship has sailed.

Where'd you think
you were gonna go?

Nell, a van picked up
Rachelle from the warehouse.

There's no plates, but I did
get a pretty clear image

of the driver and a passenger.

I'm gonna send it to you now.

NELL:
Copy that. I'll run them.

Hopefully, we can get an I.D.
on this getaway driver.

Yeah. This place is still
disgusting from fire ash.

L.A. needs a good heavy rain.

Great. More mudslides.

(laughs softly)

Anna still doing
that volunteer thing?

Yeah, she's supposed to go
in a couple days.

How you feel about that?

It's been good
having this time together.

Yeah?

I'll miss her.

That's good.

Yeah.

Yeah. Really good.

Yeah, look, you really think
that Coleman was murdered

just to cover up some stolen
clothing and sneakers?

The stuff in there is worth
a few hundred grand
on the resale market.

A few hundred grand for-for
sneakers and clothing?

Yeah. Few hundred grand.

Okay.

There are parts of this
world that I understand

and parts that I
will never understand.

Yeah. That's good, 'cause
there are parts of the world

that will never
understand you.

Me, on the other hand,
I understand you.

Claudia Lazzez?

Yes?

We're from NCIS.

I'm Special Agent DeChamps.
This is Special Agent Blye.

(exhales)
What can I do for you?

Did you know a
Terry Coleman?

"Did" I know him?

Wait, what-what's wrong
with Terry?

Uh, I'm sorry to have
to tell you this,

but... Terry was found
dead last night.

Dead?

We believe Terry was murdered.

Murdered?

We'd really appreciate

your help in trying to find
who did this to him.

Of course. I'll-I'll help you
in any way that I can.

But I haven't spoken to Terry

in the past few weeks,
after...

after we broke up.

Look, was there anything
about Terry's life

that would have led
him to be murdered?

No.

He was such a good man.

Every couple of weeks, he made
a large cash withdrawal.

Do you have any reason
to believe he gambled

or had a substance abuse issue?

No, it wasn't anything
like that.

Terry's Navy buddy, Jay,
suffered from severe PTSD.

He killed himself
about a year ago.

I'm sorry.

Terry was supporting
Jay's wife and son,

and he was going
into debt doing it.

I feel like such a bitch.

We argued about that.

I just wanted him

to take care of himself

before he took care
of other people.

Look,

I'm sure he knew that you were
just trying to look out for him.

He was always giving them
his last dollar.

He even started
moonlighting

in order to make enough money
to support them.

Doing what?

Security at a bar.

Do you know where?

Called Privy.

Thank you. And, again, I'm-I'm
so sorry for your loss.

(trilling)

Hey, Callen, I just got a hit
on Rachelle's accomplices.

Jojo Ballard and Marcus Babu.

It looks like they share
the same address in Culver City.

And, actually, Agent Castor

and his partner happen to be
in the area now,

so I'll have them pick up

Jojo and Marcus
and bring them to the boatshed.

Copy that, Nell.
We're headed there now.

Great.

Thank you.

Come on with
the handcuffs,
dude. Really?

I ran from you. It's not like
I tried to slap you.

You know,
if anything, I should be

in those leg things.

What were you doing

in the warehouse last night?

What warehouse?
I was up all night

watching
Selling Sunse.

You know, those
Oppenheim boys,

they really got the Hills
on lock.

You should

really take it easy
with the reality TV.

Okay, we caught you
on camera

leaving the warehouse
last night.

Okay, millennial,

easy.

Don't want to be responsible
for you stroking out.

Stroking out?

Just out here trying
to respect my elders.

(scoffs)

How old do you think
we are?

You got Facebook accounts,
don't ya?

If the "Suburban
Mom" shoe fits...

You little...

ROUNTREE:
Okay, okay.

You don't want
to talk to us, cool.

You're going to jail for
breaking and entering. Let's go.

No! Going to jail?

Yup.

Okay.

So what do I have to tell you
to not go to jail?

Because I don't want to tell you
too little, and then it's like

I actually told you something
and I still got to go to jail.

But I also don't want...

Why did you break in
to the warehouse?

(chuckles): Duh, obviously
you guys saw what was in there.

Oh, wait.

Actually, no, you guys
don't know what that stuff was,

because you were too busy
killing the planet,

shopping your millennial
fast-fashion stores.

But, I mean,
who cares?

Right? As long as you can get
your jeans for $15,

it's only the planet.

Wow.

It is for moments like these

that your life coach gives you
those mantras.

ROUNTREE (coughs):
Okay, time to go to jail.

Let's go.

No.

(sighs)

They told me to break in
to their friend's spot.

Okay? It was just
supposed to be a joke,

but then there was
that dead body,

a-and now you
guys are here.

I'm a hundred percent
in over my head.

Yeah, you think?

Who told you to break in?

My friend Jojo
and her boyfriend Marcus.

What's up, Fatima?

Rachelle's talking.

She said that Marcus and Jojo
came up with the plan.

They told her to break in
to the warehouse.

She saw Coleman's body
and panicked.

Got it. We're about
to interview them.

Sounds good.

So, do you want

what's behind door number one
or door number two?

I'll take Marcus.

Guess it's Jojo for me.

Hey.

Hey.

You good?

Need anything?

No.

I mean...

No, no, I'm good.

You understand what's
going on here, don't you?

Yeah. You guys think
we did something last night.

But I'm, like, totally
not going to jail

just for driving Rachelle
away from that warehouse.

It's not a crime.

Actually, driving a getaway car
is a pretty big crime.

A big enough crime
that you can just bring us

to some random place
and violate our civil rights?

And what rights of yours,
exactly, have been violated?

Chill on the attitude.

Okay? I'm not, like,
some legal person.

No, you're a "plan a robbery"
kind of person.

Plan the robbery?

Is that what Rachelle
told you?
It is.

That chick is straight crazy.

I mean, totally crazy.

She was the one that found out

about this stash,
she was the one

that wanted to hit
that warehouse, and...

She needed us to get that van

to move all the clothes

and kicks out of there.

Can I let you in
on a little secret?

We don't care
about the stolen merchandise.

We're only interested
in the person who killed

Petty Officer Coleman.

Well, I don't know anything
about that.

We think this murder
may have something to do

with the person
you were stealing from.

CALLEN:
Right now, the only link

we have to the killer is you.

Not really working out the way
you thought it would, is it?

But you can still help yourself.

Tell me how Rachelle knew
this was the warehouse to hit.

She went out
with some rich dude.

He was bragging
that he could get her anything,

any of the latest drops,
whatever she wanted.

So... she tested him.

Asked for the Travis 1's
and an Acronym jacket.

So the next day
Rachelle followed him.

She's gnarly that way.

But it worked out.

She saw him go
into the warehouse

and leave
with her kicks and jacket.

What's this rich guy's name?

Like I know.

Are we still going to jail?

Like I know.

FATIMA:
Got it.

Well, looks like it's
two against one, Rachelle.

Marcus and Jojo say
that you planned the robbery.

Well, how would I even know
about the warehouse?

From the rich guy you
dated and then followed?

Damn. Those are
some conniving traitors.

Traitors? You threw them
under the bus first.

Excuse me,
whose team are you on here?

ROUNTREE:
Well, I gotta be honest,
you're making it

pretty hard to be
on Team Rachelle.

So why don't you do
yourself a favor

and tell us who the guy is
you were on a date with.

Okay.

Look, I...

I really didn't want
to get into all this, but...

the real reason is...

Jojo and Marcus...

they run a cult in Hollywood,

and... I was young
and impressionable.

I didn't know
any better...

Rachelle!

(exhales)

Okay, okay.

His name is "BludLime."

Blood Lime?

Yeah.

Blood Lime,
except it's with a "U,"

so it's, like, B-L-U-D Lime.

ROUNTREE:
What the hell is that,

a Instagram handle?

It's certainly not
his Facebook name.

Yeah, it's a
real shocker

that your friends turned on you.

I guess it's just 'cause we
don't have that tight bond

from making all those cringy
wine-drinking TikToks like you

and your millennial
friends, huh?

(Rountree chuckles)

How did you meet this guy?

I dug his cars,
and clothes,

vacations,
so I just slid into his DMs.

Wow. Great American
romance, huh?

How is eHarmony
working out for you, huh?

(sighs):
'Cause I just, I really hope

that it is still around
when I am your age.

ROUNTREE:
Listen, I know
you didn't call

this dude "BludLime"
on the date,

so what did he say his name was?

D.

He said to call him D.

All right? Okay, that's
basically all that I know.

Okay? So can you just

get these handcuffs off of me
and let me go?

You must be kidding. You
still broke into a warehouse.

No, no, but, like,
I'm totally trying

to help you guys figure out
who killed that guy. You know,

I-I am practically
a federal agent.

No.

Maybe a little?

Not at all.

Not even close.

Never.

FATIMA:
Nope.

Not a chance.

NELL:
Hey. So, I've been looking
into this guy

Rachelle went out with,
BludLime.

Is there a name associated
with that account?

Mm, not yet.
And unfortunately,

I don't even have enough
to pull a facial rec.

What kind of stuff
is he posting?

Cars, restaurants,
watches and women.

From the life
this guy looks like he's living,

I'm gonna go ahead and say
he's into a lot more

than just stolen sneakers
and clothes.

Keep digging. Let us know
if you find anything.

Yep, will do.

You guys have the best
motor pool ever.
I love this new ride.

It's pretty great.
Betty's a car girl,

so this motor pool thing
is kind of her pet project.

Oh, Nell spoke
to Coleman's boss.

He's on his way over here.
He should be here any minute.

Awesome.

Oof. Whoever works the door
at this place

must make a pretty penny.

What do you mean?

I mean, it's one
of those, like,

"see and be seen" places.

Everybody wants to get
in, and if they can't,

they just slip the
bouncer some cash.

Hold up, I don't think

either of us has ever paid
to get into a bar,

so the fact that
you know all this...

I...

may have accepted some
cash from some guys

who wanted to get
into the club.

Wait. You were a bouncer?

I was a bouncer. I was.

(laughs):
Wow.

I actually have a theory that
women make better bouncers.

Well, certain women,
of course,

as long as they are
able to, you know...

Shoulder-lock a 200-pound man
and walk him out the back door.

Exactly. You know, I
actually had this idea

for a company where I would
train female bouncers

and then just book them
around town, you know?

That sounds like
a money-making machine.

Really? You think so?

'Cause... I got
to be honest,

I'm needing the cash.

Yeah, it's legit.

Deeks and I put an
offer on a house.

Oh, and you don't know
if you want it to be accepted

or turned down.

Basically, yeah.

Oh.

(muffled hip-hop music playing)

(music stops)

KENSI: Uh...

Lincoln Benavidez?

NCIS, right?

Yeah. Hi.

I'm Special Agent Blye.
This is Special Agent DeChamps.

It's good to meet you.
Yeah, your colleague that called

told me about Terry Coleman.

You know, I can't believe it.
Terry was an incredible human.

We're sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Do you have

any idea who would want
to harm him?

None. I mean,
he was absolutely beloved

by the staff
and just all of the regulars.

Do you know of anything
that may have happened

at the door recently, like,
maybe something got heated?

See, that was
Terry's superpower.

I mean, he was a big guy,
but, man, he could talk.

You know, he always
used his humor

and intelligence to diffuse
situations at the door.

He was the opposite of
a meathead, old-school,

stereotypical bouncer, you know?

Sounds like a good guy.

Yeah.

Are any of his coworkers here
that we could speak with?

No, I mean,
no one's here right now.

We don't open
till 9:00 tonight.

But I can AirDrop you
the staff list,

if you'd like.

Which number?

GOV18-934.

All right. Sent.

(phone vibrates)

Thank you.

Of course.
Listen, if you don't need

anything else, I'm...

No. Go ahead.

Awesome.

Thank you.

Uh, hold on. It's Nell.

Oh. She managed

to I.D. BludLime.

Excuse me, Lincoln?

Yeah?

Hey,

do you know a Donny Mason?

Yeah, of course.
He's a lead investor in the bar.

Do you know where
we can find him?

No, I'm sorry.
He's kind of a gypsy around L.A.

Doesn't, uh, believe
in owning real estate.

He bounces between short-term
rentals and hotel suites.

Okay. Thanks.

All right.

Hmm.

CALLEN:
So, Mason's an investor

in the bar, which
is how he runs into

Terry Coleman, who's
working there as a bouncer.

Maybe Coleman found out
that Mason was flipping

the stolen merchandise
and confronted him.

Things turn heated.
He doesn't want to jeopardize

his legitimate investment
in the bar,

so he kills Coleman.

Hey, guys. So, get this.
Donny Mason has

a whole lot more than
just Bar Privy in his portfolio.

There's a custom jewelry
business,

an I.V. concierge service,

two streetwear stores,

and two additional bars.

Don't forget
the stolen goods fence.

Yeah, and that may not be
his only illegal endeavor.

So, according to the DEA,
he was suspected

of money laundering
18 months ago.

They launched an investigation,

they ripped apart
his Beverly Hills office,

but they found nothing,

so they figured
they had it wrong on him.

Well, maybe they didn't.

Bars, jewelry,
clothing--

these are all great businesses
to launder cash.

But none of them are
essential businesses.

They were all shut down
during the pandemic.

If he's laundering his money
through these businesses,

then his operation
was ground to a halt.

But the dirty money
doesn't go away.

It actually starts piling up.

I mean, this guy
could be sitting on

a massive surplus of dirty cash.

NELL:
Guys, I just got
a hit on Mason.

He is currently renting
a house in Venice.

I am sending the address
to your phones now

and requesting a warrant.

Got it. On our way.

Thanks, Nell.

♪ ♪

(doorbell rings)

Sam, I got a body.
I'm going in.

♪ ♪

It's Mason.

He's dead.

LAPD finished
clearing the house.

CSU is processing.

SAM:
Copy that.

No signs of break-in here.

(indistinct chatter
and radio transmission)

Mason's M.O. in L.A. was
hotels and short-term rentals.

Now, most of those short-term
rental apps would require

these surveillance cameras
to be shut off.

Killer knew he could get in
and out without being recorded.

So, either Mason killed Coleman

and someone came here
looking for revenge,

or the same person
killed both of them.

Not to mention
the money laundering angle.

Any one of the organizations
Mason worked for

could've killed them to steal

the dirty cash
he was sitting on.

Or the money laundering
had nothing to do with it.

I mean, Mason was posting
his cash and lifestyle

all over social media.

Well, he's got tens of thousands
of followers.

One of them stalks him,
gets jealous,

and Coleman gets caught up
in all of that.

Lot of ways to look at this one.

I think the killer may have
climbed the back gate

to gain entry to the property.

I'm gonna check out
the back alley.

CALLEN:
All right.
I'll see what CSU's prelim is

and, uh, look into
these surveillance cameras.

Nell, I got fingerprints,

possibly from
Donny Mason's killer.

I'm gonna have Forensics come,
but see if you can get

a prelim hit from these photos.

(camera clicks)

NELL:
Yep. Running it now, Sam.

Sam, CSU found electric burn
marks on Mason's neck and torso.

Looks like he was tortured
before he was shot and killed.

Well, if he's sitting
on dirty cash,

the killers will want to know
where it's stored.

And if they tortured
that location out of him,

they could be
on their way to the cash

or already have it by now.

NELL:
Hey, Sam, I got a hit
on those prints you sent me.

They're a direct match
for Lincoln Benavidez.

He's the bar manager
Kensi and DeChamps spoke with.

You got a location on him?

Yes. Kaleidoscope got a hit
on his car about 40 minutes ago

in Boston Heights, East L.A.

I'll send you the coordinates
now, and I'll route

the rest of the team there.

Copy that. Moving.

♪ ♪

The car Nell spotted could be
in one of these buildings.

It's got bay doors.

Car could definitely drive in.

Got Lincoln's car
in an empty storage building.

He was moving something with
a forklift. It's still warm.

Nell, see if you
can spot any trucks

leaving the area in
the last 15 minutes.

Yeah, I'm checking now.

Callen and Sam are arriving
at your location, and Fatima

and Devin are two minutes out.

Copy that.

Kensi, we're coming to you.

NELL:
Callen, Sam, I have

a large cargo van
one block south of you

moving at speed.

If you take the alley
ahead of you,

you may be able to spot it.

Got it.

(tires squeal)

Benavidez is driving.

Stop! Federal agents!

(tires squealing)

(tires screech)

Federal agents!

Hands outside the window now!

Now.

(both grunting, panting)

You okay?

I'm good. You good?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

(indistinct police radio
chatter)

Damn.

CALLEN:
Well, if you can't take care

of nice things...

Maybe you don't deserve them.

KENSI:
And I'm not gonna say it's karma

for saying you have
a better car than me,

but, um,
rule number one, rookies:

earwigs are always live.

(chuckles)

Oh, is that your way
of thanking us

for taking down
Coleman and Mason's killer?

So we should thank you for
randomly turning down a street?

And getting hit by a van?

That's not exactly
taking down Coleman's killer.

Well, you're very welcome.

Yeah, all public
and formal thank-yous

can be directed
to our Facebook page.

Facebook?

How old do you
think we are?

(both chuckling)

Pretty old.

I can't believe
there was that much paperwork

to get
that Rover fixed.

Well, you did
pretty much total it.

It's not totaled,
all right?

In Texas, that's
just a minor bumper hit.

It's nothing.

But, uh,

you should drive
tomorrow.

It's okay. You can
drive tomorrow.

(phone buzzes)

So, a search of
Lincoln's place

uncovered a micro
digital recorder

with Petty Officer
Coleman's prints on it.

Lincoln killed him.

Looks like it.

The recordings say
that Lincoln was worried

Mason was gonna blow
their entire operation

with his massive
social media presence.

(exhales)
Well, he was.

Oh. For sure.

So, he turns on Mason,

kept all the dirty cash
for himself.

And this dude knew

that Coleman needed that money.

(alarm beeping)

Exactly.

So he goes to Coleman
to take out Mason,

but a tiger
can't change its stripes.

Yeah. Coleman's a Navy petty
officer through and through.

I mean, he recorded Lincoln
making him the offer

and goes to the LAPD.

Was gonna expose him.

So Lincoln kills him
and then Mason.

Yeah.

Coleman was a good dude.

He seriously was.

(latch clicking, alarm beeping)

I'll drive tomorrow.

(laughing)

I got burgers
from Father's Office.

And I really hope
you're not still playing Xbox.

You had me at "burgers."

(sighs)

I take it we don't have
two more days?

They called me an hour ago.

We got approved
to start work immediately.

(sighs)

Do you have time for a burger?

To go.

(sighs)

This is harder than I thought.

Hey.

It's a couple months.

All right?
You'll be back in no time.

I think, during quarantine,
I just got so comfortable

being here with you.

I don't want to leave now.

I don't want you
to leave either.

(exhales)

I need to do this.

I know.

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