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Previously on "NCIS Los Angeles..."

(SCREAMS)

ERIC: Pietra Rey from São Paulo.

Her father Carlos
was gunned down in 2002.

- Pietra was 13.
- KENSI: Get on your knees.

ERIC: She's also been linked
with Revolucao Sociedade Livre,

a Brazilian militia group.

They're deadly fighters.

HETTY: Mr. Deeks, I'm talking about

NCIS having accepted you
into the Academy.

I'm going to the Academy.

♪

Morning.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Thanks.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(LINE RINGING)

Come to the door.

(MUTTERS SOFTLY)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(LINE RINGING)

Wake up, Galeano. You've got ten
minutes to get your ass ready and...

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Impressive.

I thought I'd be the first one
here this morning.

I like to start my day with
a breakfast of cold matcha

and hot lead.

That was bad, wasn't it?

Uh, it wasn't good.

(SIGHS) I'm trying to up my street game.

What?

You know, the verbal body slams
when someone gets up in my grill

or I'm trying to take down a nasty perp.

Mm-hmm. Like that, uh,
Rachelle Chung girl, huh?

She really got under your skin.

(SCOFFS)

Hardly, okay? She was a punk.

You haven't been here long, but
trust me, the rest of the team

are big on the witty repartee
and catchphrases.

Dropping a sarcastic one-liner
after arresting a suspect

is old-school and considered
pretty unprofessional.

"You make sounds like you're
a mean little ass-kicker,

"only I ain't convinced.

You keep talking, and I'm
gonna take your head off."

What? I was, I was just saying...

No, I'm-I'm kidding. It's Mr. Majestyk.

You know, Charles Bronson?

My dad loved all the classic
tough guy movies.

Uh, y-yeah, I-I get it. I think.

(SIGHS)

What's really going on here?

Nothing, I'm just trying
to be more sensitive

to how the public and how, you know,

they perceive those of us
in law enforcement.

Okay.

And?

I took my little sister

and some of her roommates
out for dinner last night.

I just, you know, figured they
could use a half-decent meal.

That's nice. How's she doing?

She's good. She loves UCLA.

You know, she's a part
of all the social clubs

and she's making new friends.

But last night, the conversation
turned to racial injustice

and police bias,

and I found myself on the
wrong side of the law.

Well, did you explain that we do
what we do to keep them safe?

Yeah, and it got me thinking,
you know, that maybe

it's not enough to just
be good at what we do.

We have to be better.

We have to set an example and a standard

that's above and beyond
what people expect from us.

We should be seen as a solution,
not a problem.

Does that sound stupid?

No, it sounds commendable.

If not a tad ambitious.

You and I are the future of this service

and we need to decide what we
want that future to look like.

I'm with you.

(PHONE RINGING)

Oh. I, uh, had the main line forwarded.

Better take this.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, and, um, in the future, Rountree,

"When I want your opinion,
I'll beat it out of you."

Chuck Norris?

Code of Silence? Really?

Yeah. That's...

exactly what I'm talking about.

(SCOFFS) Chuck Norris.

I'll show you Chuck Norris.

(GUN CLICKS)

Yeah, no problem at all.

Okay, we'll check it out,
I'll let you know if we find anything.

All right, buddy, you, too. Stay safe.

Okay. Hey, Fatima...
Okay, bye, bye, bye.

All right, that was
Lance Hamilton from the DOJ.

They had a star witness show up
dead at a safe house this morning.

Miguel Galeano?

I just got off the phone
with CIA Officer Sabatino

about the same case.

Okay, Lance didn't say
that he was involved.

Sabatino didn't mention Lance, either.

Huh. I wonder what
the CIA's interest is in this?

Sabatino didn't say over the phone.

But Sam and Callen are gonna
meet him at the boatshed.

- What about Lance?
- Well, Lance asked us

to go to the crime scene
and make a quick assessment

since he's out of the country
and can't do it himself.

Um, but who is this witness?

I don't really know,
but I-I can find out.

Hopefully, Sabatino can give
Sam and Callen some more info.

Thanks.

Hey, how's, uh,
Deeks doing over at FLETC?

Oh, you know, he's fine.
It's Deeks, so...

Sure. He's hating it, isn't he?

With every fiber of his body.

(DEEKS MOANING)

DEEKS: What's the hurry here? What...

I think we should pace ourselves, right?

Oh.

(ALL PANTING)

(CLICKS)

You got a problem, Deeks?

(EXHALES) No, no. No, I'm good.

I just think there's something

there's something wrong
with these shoes.

They used to be so much faster.

You're still on the clock. Let's go.

Oh, yeah, no, I'm definitely... just...

It's a good trail, though.
This is... it's so scenic.

I feel like I should do a pastel.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What the hell is that?

Excuse me?

On your head.

Oh, yeah. I've been working a cover.

As what, a backup dancer?

(CHUCKLES)

How long have you two
been in quarantine?

'Cause I'm picking up a very
weird Bert and Ernie vibe.

Oh.

Oh, no, make yourself at home.

So what do you need
from us besides a haircut?

Ha. Wow.

Is that what I get even after
the last time I saved you guys?

- Really?
- You better loosen up that man bun.

I think it's cutting off
the blood to your brain.

You're calling that a man bun?

- Yeah. What would you call it?
- I don't know.

- A midlife crisis, maybe?
- Or a cry for help.

I know it hurts,
but really, it's no big deal,

no matter how many times I have to pull

your sorry asses out of the fire.

At this point, it's the closest
thing I have to a hobby.

SAM: Seriously,

why are we here, Sabatino?

I don't know. I'm guessing
because you probably

didn't apply yourselves in school?

(LAUGHS)

- Do you want to hit him, or should I?
- L.A. makes you so hostile.

Have you two ever considered
couple's therapy?

Why did they ever take you
out of Afghanistan?

Good question.
They, uh, pulled me out because,

you know,
aside from our obvious success,

the terrorist groups
have suddenly become

better funded than ever.

And yet, there's been
no uptick in kidnappings,

oil prices are at an all-time low

and the reduction
in international travel

has made human trafficking
even more difficult.

So where are they getting their money?

We raided a compound

thought to be hiding
a high-value target.

Target wasn't there,
but we found pallets of that.

Over six million dollars
worth of counterfeit cash.

This is counterfeit?

- You sure?
- SABATINO: Mm-hmm.

We didn't even know until we
tried to track the serial numbers.

Man, this is good. Real good.

It's better than good,
it's damn near perfect.

You know, we're talking
color-shifting ink,

microprinting,
portrait watermarks, holograms.

I mean, you'd have to have
millions of dollars' worth

of equipment and materials,
not to mention the skill set

to do a superbill like this.

- It's got to be state-sanctioned.
- SABATINO: Yeah, we think so.

The Secret Service tracked it to Brazil,

but we couldn't find the source.

Well, most of the superbills
are coming out of Peru.

Traditionally, but nobody there
is doing anything this good.

We still don't know
who's making it, but we do know

somebody who was trying
to bring it into the U.S.

Guy by the name of Miguel Galeano.

He's an enforcer with the Acosta Cartel.

Yeah, he got pinched when that
plane went down in New Mexico

full of cocaine.

Yeah. And that plane
also had another $18 million

of these phony superbills on board,

but that wasn't made public.

Okay, so what do you need from us?

Galeano was gonna reveal
the source of the superbills

as part of a plea deal,

until he wound up dead last night,

while in the custody of your buddy, uh,

the big guy, Lance Hamilton's
Department of Justice.

So you want us to help you
find who did this?

We think we know who did it.

I want you to help me find her.

She's a Brazilian.

Pietra Rey.

Yeah. You know her?

SAM: Yeah.

She tried to blow us both up.

Twice.

Does anyone actually like you guys?

Pietra Rey's a Brazilian
national from São Paulo.

Her father Carlos was
a teacher turned activist

who fought to get drugs
out of the favelas

until he was gunned down in 2002.

She was still a kid at the time.

Thirteen.

After her father's assassination,

she joined the Brazilian militia
group Revolucao Sociedade Livre,

where she was trained
as a jungle guerilla.

Very well trained.

Just ask Kens.

SABATINO: I'm sorry, just so I'm clear.

This woman killed
three men in cold blood,

destroyed a bar, tore up L.A.
and almost blew you both up?

Twice.

And then you let her go?

Okay. You guys are awesome.

We didn't let her go.

She was extradited to Brazil for trial.

Okay. And now she's here killing people.

How's that work?

You don't know that for sure.

Why would she want this witness dead?

Same reason she came here and
trashed your backyard... revenge.

Miguel Galeano's an enforcer
with the Acosta Cartel.

Enzo Souza and his Chief of Staff,

Luciano Carvalho,

- they killed Pietra's father.
- They ordered the hit.

The Acosta Cartel did all the wet work.

According to customs, Pietra Rey
arrived in L.A. six days ago.

So you tell me...

is that a coincidence?

There's only one way to find out.

SAM: Oh, geez.

What do you got?

Back of Sabatino's head.

- Look, I mean, it's worse from behind.
- Would you stop?

Look at it.

Stop, get out of here.

I know jealousy when I hear it, buddy.

Why don't you concentrate
on something more useful?

- I'm sorry, sorry.
- Like finding something.

- It's just so distracting.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Unless things were moved,
I don't see any sign of a struggle.

They said the body was
floating in this pool.

Well, if the marshal
was in the driveway,

and this was foul play,

I got to think the killer came in

from one of the neighbor's backyards.

I'm sure the DOJ is
canvassing the neighborhood

for home surveillance footage.

- Can I help you?
- But we...

NCIS. Agent Callen.

Agent Hanna.

I left my wallet in the car.

Well, you're trespassing
on private property

and a federal crime scene.

Blake Garcia, Department of Justice.

And you have ten seconds
to vacate the premises.

One of your own, Lance Hamilton,

- he asked us to take a look around
- This isn't Hamilton's case.

Well, clearly he was concerned
if he asked us

- to come here and take a look.
- GARCIA: Well, you've looked.

And now I'm asking you to leave.

You sure you want us to do that?

I mean, your safe house is
not exactly safe.

You have a leak in your organization.

Okay, my next call is to your boss.

(LAUGHS)

Well, good luck finding her.

Wow.

Oh, yeah, I'm not, I'm
not actually with them,

with them. Um, question...

Did pool-toy boy ever tell
you who was supplying

the Acostas with the superbills?

Get out of here!

Really?

Hmm, all this sunshine and yet so angry.

I just don't get it.

I mean, is it the traffic?

It's got to be the traffic
or could be the bun.

Could be the bun.

Customs confirmed Pietra Rey entered

the country six days ago.

How was she able to enter the country

on her own passport
after what she did here?

That is a very good question.

Another good question is,
why would you use your real ID

if you were here to kill somebody?

Well, it clearly didn't
matter the first time.

I mean, does she have diplomatic
immunity or something?

Not that I'm aware of.

She's staying at the Golden
Beaches Motel in the Valley.

(CHUCKLES) They got golden
beaches in the Valley?

Apparently.

I haven't found a car rental,

so we don't know what she's driving yet.

All right, no worries. Kensi
and I will check out the motel.

Let me know if you find a vehicle.

For sure. Oh, and, uh,

remember, Rountree,

(BAD AUSTRIAN ACCENT):
"If it bleeds, we can kill it."

Schwarzenegger? Predator?!

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, uh, okay.

Come on, man.

Killing me.

ROUNTREE: So you guys have had a run-in

with this Pietra Rey before, huh?

Why, what did they tell you?

Uh, that her dad was assassinated,

she became a guerrilla,
came here to get revenge.

And that's it, that's all they told you?

They didn't, they didn't
tell you that she, um,

kicked, kicked my ass?

Uh, what?

They didn't tell you
that she kicked my ass?

(LAUGHS): No, uh... did she?

I had cramps that day, okay?

- Oh! Uh, I'm still the new guy...
- Mm-hmm.

...so you don't have
to tell me everything.

Yeah, no, I know, I know, it's just...

I don't feel like you
understand what it's like

to actually have a fight on your period.

Oh, wow, you're still on this.

- How's Deeks?
- You don't know.

- Uh...
- You have no idea.

- Okay.
- MAN: Deeks!

- Deeks!
- Sorry, I tripped on something.

The ground is
a little uneven right here.

I think there was probably a mole.

It's fine, he's gone now.

- Need a break, gramps?
- That is just hurtful!

Now you've unleashed the beast.
All right!

- Bring it!
- Next.

Next? What do you mean, "next"?

What?

Seriously? This guy?

Gigantor?

Maybe we could work on
some de-escalation training.

I'm not very good at that.

Take him down, Deeks!

With what exactly, a bulldozer?

- Go!
- All right.

Jungle cat! (GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Ah, that's a strong showing.

What would Sam Hanna do?!

(SHOUTING)

I got him!

This is right where I want him!

You tap or snap! I'm bringing the funk!

Like I said, she checked
in and that was it.

Never seen her since.

What about housekeeping?

Well, they haven't touched the
room. She never stayed here.

How long she have the room for?

End of the month,
so I ain't complaining.

You think she's dead?

Why would we think she's dead?

Well, you know, same old story.

Pretty girl on her own goes missing.

Next thing you know you're
finding pieces of her

in a suitcase in Griffith Park.

Whoa.

It happens... more often
than people like to admit.

Uh, actually, it doesn't.

Yeah, this girl... she can,

she can take care of herself.

Uh, just... So I've heard.

Okay. You ever see
anybody come to her room

or maybe drop off a message for her?

I don't think you're listening to me.

She came, she checked in.

And then she disappeared.

Poof.

- "Poof"?
- Poof.

- Poof. Yeah.
- Poof.

And like I said,

she's probably dead.

She's not dead!

All right, let me know
if you find anything.

So Pietra is not at the
address that she gave Customs

and it appears that she never has been.

Well, when you're right, you're right.

Any luck with the neighbors'
surveillance cameras?

DOJ seized everything.

You think Garcia is
trying to hide something?

You mean besides his embarrassment?

(TIRES SCREECH)

Company.

Coming in hot.

Looks like someone called Mommy.

Let's see some credentials, gentlemen.

You need a special invitation?

I'm not, I'm not with...
I'm not with them.

Then who the hell are you?

Uh, Peter DeBartolo. How you doin'?

I, uh, I live right down the street.

Then go home.

You go home. I live here.

Get him out of here,
and if he resists, arrest him.

Oh. All right, all right,
I'm leaving, I'm leaving...

to report a civil rights violation.

You two, we'll take it from here.

Special Agent Carlson,

DOJ Organized Crimes and Gangs Section.

Lance Hamilton asked us...

I don't care if Lance
asked you to adopt him.

This was an OCGS crime scene,

and we don't need or want your help.

Don't make me ask you a second time.

Make sure they're gone
before I get back.

She always that chipper?

(ENGINE STARTS)

Ah, yeah, excuse me,
I got to get in here.

My wife parked the car here, it's mine.

It's my car, yeah,
thank you, all righty.

Question.

Does your boss dress you alike

or did you get, like, a
two-for-one deal on those suits?

Take it easy.

(ENGINE STARTS)

FATIMA: Pietra
travelled alone from Brazil.

She didn't meet anyone in the airport.

She grabbed an Uber.

You identify the driver?

Desmond Davis.

I sent you the address
where he dropped her.

It's at a house in Silver Lake,
currently for sale in escrow.

The former owners

moved to Atlanta for work
and have no apparent connection

to Pietra or any other
aspect of this case.

If that house is vacant,
she could be staying there.

The listing agent sent us
the code to the lockbox

and will try to meet you there.

All right, what about Bulletproof?

What?

Fatima knows what I'm talking about.

I do?

Beale's new search program.

Oh! Uh...

we can't call it Bulletproof
for legal reasons,

so we just call it Eric's Kaleidoscope.

Oh, I bet he loves that.

Look, call it whatever you want,
can you find Pietra with it?

I can try.

The more data we have on her,
the more accurate it becomes.

Hey, what about the marshal
who was guarding

the safe house last night?

Kensi and Rountree
are with him right now.

MARSHAL: I'm really, really sorry.

KENSI: I know,
I-I know you feel really, really bad.

But I really, really need you
to try and remember anything

you may have seen or heard,
no matter how insignificant.

- I was awake from 11:00 until 7:00.
- Mm-hmm.

The sun was already up
when I nodded off.

But only for a moment.

I'm really, really, trying to remember,

but I didn't hear or see anything.

How's it going?

It's really, really not.
Did you find anything?

Hopefully. Sam and Callen
are checking out an address

where Pietra was dropped
after the airport.

That's more than we've gotten.
The marshal was a bust.

He didn't hear or see anything.

You believe him?

Oh, yeah. This guy's a Boy Scout.

He's gonna be beating himself up
for a while over this one.

Ask Sam and Callen if they want us

to join them
after we cut this guy loose.

Will do.

(KENSI SIGHS)

You want to take a crack at it?

No, thank you.

Asking that guy
any questions at this point

just feels like bullying.

Sabatino?

Hey, Kensi.

CIA Officer Sabatino,
this is Special Agent Rountree.

How's it going?

It's not.

Where's, uh, Laverne and Shirley?

If you're referring to Sam
and Callen, they are not here.

Yeah, they're checking out
an address in, uh, Silver Lake.

Let me guess, this guy
didn't see or hear anything?

ROUNTREE: Nope.

Perfect. Where's Deeks?

He's at FLETC.

FLETC? What's he doing there?

- He's attending the Academy.
- Come again?

LAPD had all these budget cuts,

and they terminated
the liaison position,

so Hetty got him a class
and he's at FLETC.

Well, I hope they're giving him
the senior's discount. (LAUGHS)

Really?

Coming fr... You guys are,
like, the same age.

- You remember that, right?
- Deeks?

Please. He's got socks older than me.

I'll have you know that he is

crushing it out there, okay?

Oh, I bet.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SNORING)

(SIGHS)

What are you doing?

Pumpkin spice latte, extra cinnamon.

- What?
- What? Oh.

- Yeah, no, exactly. What?
- Were you sleeping?

No, I was combining the sum
total of my forensic findings

into a mental image of the crime.

How about you just stick
with the assignment?

Well, in all fairness, I already,

I already did the whole assignment.

Yeah? I was just going
for the, for the bonus points.

I thought I read about
that in the manual.

- (SIGHS)
- Is that not a bylaw?

All right, no, I got it. We'll
just keep it on the low-low.

Just between me and you.

All right. Good talk.

Damn it, Deeks.

Yeah, all right, I got it.

Well, my people say Garcia
and his boss Carlson

are squeaky clean.

Yeah, well, somebody
still gave up Galeano

and the safe house location.

Uh, Acosta family's got deep pockets.

They could afford to pay
big money for that information.

Yeah, and especially if they
pay for it in superbills.

I just think we're missing something.

Rumor is, you knew her
better than anyone.

What's your gut telling you?

I don't know her, okay?

I just, I understand her. Uh...

Look, she's driven, she's capable.

I just don't think
she came back to kill Galeano.

Why not?

Well, for one, it serves her no purpose.

Revenge.

Revenge? If-if she wanted revenge

from the Acosta Cartel,

she's got plenty of them down in Brazil.

She doesn't have to come here
and risk everything.

Especially not to kill a guy
whose testimony

could actually help
bring down the cartel.

Well, maybe she didn't want to see him

get immunity off of some plea deal.

Yeah, facts are facts: She came here,

and a few days later Galeano is dead.

She could have driven
straight to Mexico last night,

was on a plane back to Bogotá
before the body was cold.

Anything to eat around here?
I'm starving.

It's a boatshed, not a restaurant.

(CHUCKLES) Could have fooled me.

Oh, that stinks.

This place always had a
tacky crab shack feel to it.

What about, like, a
sandwich place nearby?

Windward.

They got a badass marisco burrito.

Really?

- I could eat.
- Fine.

Okay... You are paying.

What else is new? Show
me the way, new guy.

It's Rountree.

Rountree, Rectangletree.

If I'm buying, I call
you whatever I want.

- This guy's a jerk.
- I told you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where you gonna live
if Deeks sells his bar?

Probably just move in with you.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, right.

I'd sink my boat
before I let that happen.

Sink your boat?

I've got a laptop... used coffee cup.

Pietra, don't do this.

What do you want from me?

CALLEN: You can start
by putting that gun down.

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CALLEN: Any idea what she's saying?

I'm pretty sure she's talking about you.

Tell me something good, Fatima.

The house where you found
Pietra is in escrow.

And guess who the buyer is?

Jean-Claude Van Damme.

No. DOJ attorney Blake Garcia.

- Boom.
- FATIMA: Double boom.

The gun she had?
Also registered to Garcia.

If Garcia gave her a weapon
and a place to hide out,

she probably knew the location
of Galeano's safe house.

She's saying she was helping
Garcia prosecute Galeano.

Doesn't explain why she was
staying at his house

or had his gun.

I met Blake while he was in my country

working with my government.

I was helping provide him
information on Cartel Acosta.

After Galeano was killed,

he gave me a weapon to protect myself.

Are you two in a relationship?

It was never our intention.

It just happened.

We knew it was not something
that would look good,

especially for Blake.

Not to mention this case.

That's why we were
trying to keep it private.

Where were you when Galeano was killed?

I was with Blake.

Ask him.

Garcia isn't taking my call.

He will if we send him this.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

(PHONE BUZZING)

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- Son of a bitch.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MAN: Have a good day. You
seem like a smart enough kid.

You should consider the CIA.

Nah, I'm pretty happy here.

Really? All right, suit yourself.

Just let me know if
you ever outgrow the crab shack.

Where have you been?

Somebody wanted to buy sunglasses.

Yeah. Two pair, 20 bucks, boardwalk.

Well, thank you for supporting
child labor. Get in.

Not you.

What are you talking
about? I bought lunch.

Keep it. Don't let Pietra
out of your sight. Let's go.

- Hey. Hey!
- Let's go.

This is going in my report.

(TIRES SCREECH)

I can't find any footage
of Garcia being attacked.

What's his status?

He didn't make it. I'm sorry.

But I found cell phone activity

in the vicinity of the safe house

around the time witness
Miguel Galeano was killed.

I can't identify the phone,
so maybe it's a burner.

But it made a call to Brazil.

You got a name and number?

A woman by the name of Neves Silva.

28, aspiring model,
comes from a good family.

Nothing jumps out, but I'm still
putting together a profile.

Here's the thing, though.

The phone that called her
is still on line

in the vicinity of the safe house.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

CARLSON: No.

- No.
- I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye,

NCIS, this is Special Agent Devin...

I don't care.

Okay, well, Lance Hamilton asked...

Just stop. I swear, if one more person
mentions Lance Hamilton

again today, I'm gonna shoot them.

Then I'm gonna shoot Lance. In the face.

That's aggressive.

Is that Garcia?

- What do you think?
- I think you've got

some serious problems
within your agency.

Goodbye.

Did you know that Garcia
was having an affair

with Pietra Rey?

- Who told you that?
- She did.

We grabbed her leaving Garcia's house.

She's been very helpful.

- Where is she?
- She's with us. Safe.

In protective custody.

Protective custody?

We're trying to keep her alive,
unlike Galeano and Garcia.

But we're willing to work with you.

You give us something,
we'll let you talk to Pietra.

What's this?

Dash cam footage from a car that
may have witnessed the shooting.

Thank you.

(SIGHS) Okay.

Looks like the DOJ have split.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking the next time
Lance Hamilton calls,

we don't answer the damn phone.

(SAM EXHALES)

(GROANS)

You see anything?

No. Doesn't look like
anyone's been here,

but there's no way of knowing
for sure unless we go inside.

Yeah, and DOJ's not gonna
let us get a warrant.

If we even think about going inside,

we might as well turn in our badges.

Hey, Fatima?

- Can you try calling that phone number?
- Sure. One sec.

(PHONE RINGING)

We got it, Fatima.

It could be Galeano's.

He might have dropped it
in the struggle with his killer.

Or it's the killer's,

and he dropped it during
the struggle with Galeano.

Hey. How you doing?

Just, uh, bought lunch for everybody,

then they double-crossed me and split.

Between the two of us,
they can't be trusted.

But, lucky for you...

I now have extra...

and I thought you might be hungry.

Supposed to be good,
but I'm not from here,

So if you eat it, it's at your own risk.

Who are you?

I'm just a boy...

sitting in front of a girl,

about to eat a burrito.

Hoping she can tell me about

the best counterfeit money
I've ever seen.

Any idea who's supplying
the superbills to the Acostas?

No.

But I can tell it's not
coming out of Brazil.

Or anywhere else in South America.

Who's making it? Korea? Iran?

I mean, those are the usual suspects,

but if you know something different...

(COUGHING, GAGGING)

(GASPING)

You don't have a shellfish allergy,
do you?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Mine definitely had seafood.

Hmm. Yeah, I'm not buying it. Mm-mm.

Although I gotta admit
that was pretty convincing.

Mm-hmm.

All right, I'll play along
to get this over with.

(SIGHS)

(SABATINO GRUNTING)

(LOUD GRUNTING)

You break it, you buy it.

(SABATINO GROANS)

Well...

told you she'd try to make a run for it.

But nobody wants to listen to Sabatino.

She's all yours.

Oh. And you're welcome
for the burrito, by the way.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What's going on?

Do you know Neves Silva?

She's Galeano's girlfriend. Why?

He called her. Which is probably
what gave away his location.

You have to let me go,
or I'm calling my embassy.

And when Blake finds out
you've been holding me...

Blake is dead.

He was gunned down
outside his car 40 minutes ago.

You're lying.

I wish I was.

I'm sorry.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

You need to let me go.

You're safer here.

I don't want to be safe.

I want to find those responsible.

And we're working on that.

You need my help... I know
these people better than you do.

Yeah, so give us everything you've got,

because if you've been
holding anything back,

now is the time to talk.

If the Acosta Cartel
was looking for Galeano,

then they were probably tracking

his girlfriend Neves Silva's
phone hoping he'd call.

And the minute he did, they were able

to trace him back to the safe house.

So there may not have been
a leak in the DOJ after all.

Galeano led the killers to himself.

Love kills.

What do you think?

I think I just broke her heart.

She's devastated.

For the moment.

Then she's gonna get angry.

Then she's gonna get dangerous.

I can vouch for that.

Want my advice?

- We have a choice?
- Put a tracker on her

and cut her loose... either she
finds the Acosta's hit squad,

or they find her. Either way
she leads us back to them.

SAM: Last time she went on a rampage,
she killed three people.

She's efficient, I'll give her that.

We can't keep her against her will.

We don't have anything
to charge her with.

You know what I would do.

Where you going?

I'm gonna go to the Garcia crime scene,

check it out for myself.

How long do you think it'll take

before she figures out
there's a trapdoor in there?

About half as long as it'll
take her to pick the lock.

FATIMA: What am I
supposed to do with this?

Do you have any idea how many cargo vans

there are in Los Angeles?

- A lot?
- A hell of a lot. Like...

every business in the Southland.

What if we...

blow it up?

Then we get a blurry image

of the most popular work
vehicle in the state.

There's no markings, no signage,

no damage...

We're not even close
to getting a license plate.

(SIGHS) No wonder they're
willing to hand this over...

It's useless.

I hope you didn't trade them
anything good for it.

What?

Uh...

Please tell me you fitted her
with a tracking device.

This isn't our first barbecue.

I hope to hell the thing was waterproof.

It's definitely water-resistant.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Kensi.

Hey. What are you doing here?

I guess the same thing you are, right?

Yeah, well, don't waste your
time. There's nothing there.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Also, DOJ

sent us some dash cam footage.

Doesn't show anything. Hold on a second.

- Yo.
- FATIMA: We got a hit on a van

in the vicinity both before
and after Garcia was shot.

You got a name for me?

It's part of a fleet registered

to the Bang Soo Bang Trading Company,

a Hong Kong import/export business.

I sent the address to your phone.

KENSI: Thank you.
Send it to Sabatino as well,

alert Callen and Sam,
and you two meet us there.

- We're on our way.
- KENSI: Thank you.

Have a possible address
on the shooter's van.

All right. Lead the way.

(PHONE BUZZES)

(TAPPING SCREEN)

(LINE RINGING)

Hey.

KENSI: Hey!

(GROANS)

How's it going?

Good. How are you?

I, uh,

crushed it on the range today,

which was awesome.

- 'Course you did.
- Yeah, but that's about it.

I'm telling you,
these kids are machines.

So what? You've got all this experience.

That's a good way of putting it,
although I don't think

it's helping much.

I'm not gonna lie, baby, I'm...

I'm actually struggling.

Well...

honestly, I remember those days,

and they were really, really long.

I mean, you're probably just tired.

Well, I'm definitely tired,
and I'm feeling that

for the first time in my life.

It's like this bus that
suddenly comes out of nowhere

and just slams into you.

It takes away your energy and your youth

and your job and your bar, and...

...virility.

♪ The window left open... ♪

Well, you know there's no crying
in FLETC, right?

Yeah. Actually, I-I saw that in the...

in the bylaws.

Okay, well, then...

suck it up, and you
go show those snowflakes

how Party Marty bangs it.

Oh, my God, Party Marty.

Baby, Party Marty's been dead
for 20 years.

He is so long gone.

You know how much I love you, yeah?

I love you, too, baby.

Hey, I got to go get some bad guys.

Yeah, you do. Go get 'em, girl.

Hey, will you do me a favor?

You...

Just be careful, right?

Always.

Bye.

♪

Hey. Fatima and Rountree
are on their way.

Callen and Sam have been alerted.

- Cool.
- Yeah. No sign of the van yet.

Well, if they're smart,
it's hidden inside.

I'm gonna do a little recon.

(CHUCKLES) Sabatino, you
need a warrant for that.

I don't need a warrant.
I'm not even here.

(QUIETLY): Sabatino. Sabatino.

Damn it.

Fatima, I'm following
a suspicious individual inside.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE)

MAN: ...they make trouble.

I don't like trouble.

(MAN 2 SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Uh-uh. Don't talk.

Listen.

(PHONE RINGING)

SABATINO (WHISPERS): There's our man.

(MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(WHISPERS): Guy in the
silk shirt is Jimmy Fang.

SABATINO:
I can't see the other guy. You?

No, nothing.

FATIMA: Kensi, we're five minutes out.

We may not have five minutes.

Those are AR-15s.

We got to move. This cover's no good.

(COCKS RIFLE)

SABATINO: All this debris,
bad for the bun.

Fang is moving around to flank us.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)