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Gotcha. Aisle 17.

It slipped.

They're in the warehouse.

- Let's get them!
- Move!

- Go and search the aisles.
- Right away, sir.

Secure the northwest exit, corporal.

Do it now. Move!

Halt!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

South exit! Now!

- Go! Go! Go!
- Where's Asher?

Drive!

Oh, good morning.

Now, that
is some serious retail therapy.

You break up with that guy?

She broke up with a guy.

You don't know.

You stopped eating tofu scrambles
and doing extra crunches at the gym.

You know what that means?
So long, brother.

These are your personalised
survival kits.

- What's in these?
- You brought survival kits?

No offense,
but survival kits are for urban sissies

who don't know how to make
a flotation device out of a pair of pants.

Or how to extract the venom
of a horned viper

using only a twig and a shoelace.

Or how to make a latte
without soy milk.

Last night's tremor made me realize
you never know when big one will hit.

There was an earthquake last night?

Crack of dawn.
Shook me right out of bed.

You guys didn't feel it?

- I was on a run.
- Deep sleeper.

You forget, I'm from California.

We don't get out of bed
for anything less than a six.

Okay, see, that is the problem.

Everyone is so blasé
about earthquakes in this city.

You need to be prepared.

Know what? Kensi's got a point.
Doesn't hurt to have supplies on hand.

I got a crank radio,
MRE's and some iodine tabs.

Flashlight.

Sweet KA-BAR.

Uh, SPF-70 sunblock, ChapStick
and a seafoam-green Slanket?

Really?
What are you trying to say here?

Come on,
everyone knows you're a little delicate.

I'm not delicate. I'm sensitive.

And my lips get chapped
because we live in a desert.

- Yeah, right.
- We got a case.

Awesome air horn, Kens.

Really, Kensi? Eric gets a
cool air horn and I get cuticle clippers?

You whine like a baby
every time you get a hangnail.

Okay, in all fairness,
that happened once and it really hurt.

There was a break-in
at the Marine base

at Pendleton last night.

A secure facility housing
sensitive materials was compromised.

This particular warehouse
serves as a depot

for anything moving in or out
of the base.

Interesting choice with the masks.

God, I hate clowns.

Portable ID card writer.

They came prepared.

Eric, can you access that computer?

I'm working on it.

It looks like they're
looking for something specific.

- What is that?
- Night vision goggles.

Nell, you said this was a depot.

What else is inside there?

Uh, everything from office furniture
to classified documents

to sophisticated
laser-tracking systems.

We gotta figure out
what these guys were really after.

Someone gave them access
to this warehouse.

This is starting to feel like it's more
than just selling black market goods.

You know what that means.

Time for a field trip.

So they came in through the
roof, broke through the security gate,

made their way down this aisle.

Over here, the clown opened this case
of equipment

but he dropped it,
which alerted the guards.

They didn't really have time
to steal anything.

Technically, the clown got away
with a pair of night vision goggles

until he got shot.

- Yeah.
- Searching the warehouse computer.

It's basically an inventory list
of every item in the building.

- Any idea what they were looking at?
- Negative.

At any one time there's close
to 30,000 crates in that place.

They were looking
for something specific.

Yeah, but what?

I don't know.

We know a clown who does.

Well, the Marines said
they couldn't wait

to hand this guy over to us.

That's never a good sign.

You guys can't do this.
I should be in a hospital.

Somebody should be
monitoring my leg.

Oh, I'm feeling faint.
This is not a good sign.

Bobby, they took the bullet out.
You're gonna be fine.

You never heard of
hydrostatic shock?

Sepsis?

Oh, I feel feverish.
Do I look feverish to you guys?

Okay, Bobby, listen, for the fifth time,
just give us a name.

A name?
How can I think of a name?

My whole life just flashed
right before my eyes.

You guys ever get shot, huh?

Oh, right,
probably, like, a hundred times.

Well, guess what?
This is my first time.

And let me tell you guys something,

I didn't like it one bit. This has not been
a good day for me, guys.

Hey, listen, Bobby,
I'm sorry that you got shot in the leg

because that sucks.

Maybe you should have thought of that
before you tried to steal weapons.

The sooner you give us a name,
the sooner we all leave this room.

It's that easy.

- Is this place spinning?
- My God.

Feel like I'm on a freaking
merry-go-round, like at the fair.

That was in one of my flashbacks
when I got shot.

Coney Island, my mom, my dad.

Know what? This is their fault.
This is their fault.

I wouldn't be here
if I had a happy childhood.

Oh, my shrink
even called them "toxic."

- Bobby!
- Oh, Lordy, see, honestly guys,

oh, I don't feel good.

The painkillers are wearing off.
You think I can get a glass of water?

Got cotton mouth.

Oh, my God.

I cannot take this anymore.

This guy has been speaking non-stop.
You heard it.

You should be used to that.

What? Was that aimed at me?

You saying I talk too much?
That what you're implying?

Because, uh, I've never got
that complaint before.

People say that I don't talk enough.

They say, "You're charming.
Talk more.

You should double down
with that talking because..."

I'm gonna shut up.

This guy doesn't wanna talk to us.

Maybe he wants to talk
to someone else.

Kumani?

- Kumani.
- Kumani?

Kumani. I don't know what that is.

But, uh, you guys can have
all your secret words to yourself,

I'll just be...

What is it?

Mr. Asher, Richard Brown.
I'm with the State Department.

This is Kumani Adembayo.
He's with the Nigerian Embassy.

You need help moving money
out of your country?

The documents.

What's going on?

Sign here.

What's this?

This is just a transfer of custody.

It turns out one of the crates that you
broke into was Nigerian property.

The Federal Republic of Nigeria
takes vandalism very seriously.

If you could just give me
your John Hancock there.

What?
No, no, no, I'm not signing that.

Yeah, well, um...

Well, it's really more of a formality
for the government.

- I'll just go ahead.
- You are right-handed?

Yeah, what does that matter?

Penalty for vandals and thieves
in my country.

We take the dominant hand.

He is all yours.

What? I'm an American citizen.
I have rights here.

Yes,
but with the Patriot Act there's...

Let go of me. This is not cool.
Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, I'll give you his name.

It's Stan King.

That will do.

Stan King.

Thirty-five years old
and a world-class thief

suspected of some
of the biggest jewelery and art heists

in the last decade.

FBI's been after him for years.

Born into a wealthy family
in San Francisco.

He's got a college degree
from Berkeley and majored in...

Surprise.... Art History.

He's charming, cunning
and, until now, flawless

in his execution
of high-end gallery and museum jobs.

All right. So, what is Thomas Crown
doing breaking into Pendleton?

Diversifying his business.

Black market military equipment?

It's pretty lucrative these days.

Something tells me
we'll soon find out.

Put your hands up.

Turn around slowly.

Lose the mask.

Keep moving.

I shoot you,
nobody even hears you die.

Maybe. But you're gonna mess up
your antique Persian rug.

How did you get in here?

Skylight.
Everybody forgets to alarm those.

Why do bad guys always have
such awesome houses?

What's the matter, Deeks?
You're not feeling your loft?

This guy's
got his own hobbit's shire.

And my motion sensors?

Took them out.

How did you know the combination
of my safe?

I didn't.

You cracked a two-Iock entry system
in seconds.

Where did you learn to do that?

Misspent youth.

- Actually, I talked her through it.
- Yeah, we never get credit.

- Or the glamour.
- Beautiful place.

Which is totally overrated
because I love my job.

Love it.

How did you know about me?

Don't try and tell me
that you staked me out.

- Bobby.
- Asher?

He said you made him
wear a clown mask.

Yeah, that's because he's a bozo.

He showed up at my doorstep
with a bullet in his leg.

I thought, I'll let him bleed out
but he owes me money, so...

He told you that I owed him money
so you came to get it from me.

Well, you're a thief.

Figured you're not going
to keep your cash in a bank. Heh.

What's your name?

Lisa Roberts.

Okay, Lisa,
why don't you take me to Bobby?

I wanna hear the story from him.

Are you gonna give me the money
he owes me?

Oh, you're gutsy.

You have no idea.

Too bad I won't get a chance
to find out.

Well, it's your loss.

I would make it worth your while.

I'm sure
that would be a wonderful few hours.

And then you'd rob me.

You're right, I do like my rug.
Get off it.

- All right, let's go.
- No, no.

She hasn't said
the distress word yet.

- Isn't getting shot distressing enough?
- She's okay.

She's my partner, I know her voice.

- Something's not right.
- She's seducing him.

Maybe you never heard
that voice before.

I'm worth a Shiraz oriental,
if I'm not mistaken.

Oh, impressive.

But you're wrong.
It's just a cheap repro.

Really?

Well, it's very good.

It's flat-woven, hand-dyed wool,
500 knots per square inch at least.

I don't wanna shoot you.
Just take me to Asher.

And we'll talk about my money.

Okay.

You shouldn't leave
your valuables out.

All good.

Okay, so just to clarify, when we said
that Kensi was gonna seduce him

what exactly did we mean by that?

- You're jealous?
- What? Of Kensi?

She's my partner.

Okay, whatever you say.

- She's my partner.
- Heh-heh-heh.

Seriously, though,
I don't like this guy.

All set, Mr. Beale?

Multiple cameras are set up.

I got the perimeter covered.

- Asher in place?
- Yeah, but he's nervous.

Nice digs you got here, Asher.

I'm house-sitting.

Well, it looks like somebody's
got some moves.

How did you get out of there?

Yeah, no thanks to you.
They shot me.

The job has its hazards.

I thought we were supposed
to be partners, man.

You know,
all for one and one for all.

That's The Three Musketeers.

Look, I did everything
just like you asked, you know?

I wanted to be the devil
but no, no, you had to be the devil.

I had to be the stupid clown.
And I did not want to be the clown,

- but you always make me the clown.
- Bobby, shut up.

Tell me about your friend, here.

Lisa.
We met on a job in Marina del Rey.

Yeah, it was a jewel heist.

Easy in and out.

The hotel heiress, she had a taste
for the Burmese sapphire.

I was supposed to give Lisa her cut

but Daddy ran into bad luck
at the tables in Vegas.

You're bad luck, Bobby.

You still owe me
for the two jobs we did.

- So you sent her to rob me?
- You robbed him?

I didn't say to rob him. Tell him that.

Yeah, all right.
That part was my idea.

But since it was my money
I don't really consider it stealing.

Hey, man, you know me.
I would never steal anything from you.

I have morals.

Are you satisfied now?

Very.

- Eric, what happened?
- King just shot Asher.

Why did you shoot him?

Like I said, the job has its hazards.

Get rid of him and then we'll talk.

Oh, I might even have a job for you.

He's leaving. Stay with Kensi.

We'll take King.

You okay?

I didn't even have time to react.

That's because
it came out of nowhere.

I should have seen it coming.
My instincts are all off.

I completely misjudged King.

Why don't you hang out in the car.

- I'll take care of...
- No, I'm fine.

You only say you're fine
when you're not fine.

Fine.

As in, I'll wait out front for you.

- Yes?
- Hetty, nail King on murder charges.

We need to arrest him now.

We can bring him in for murder
anytime, Mr. Deeks.

For now, let's just see
where he goes and what he does.

I want to know what he was after
at that Marine base

and who, if anyone, hired him.

This could be a matter
for National Security.

I'll send someone
to take care of Asher's body.

And Kensi?

Keep an eye on her.

Okay.

What's wrong with this picture?

The fact
that King just murdered someone

and now he's ordering a latte?

We're here, two cars back.

Kensi, you good?

Yep. Good.

He's got company.

Girlfriend?

Eric. Sending you some photos.

- Need an ID on the redhead.
- Got it.

Looks like they're talking business.

Short meeting.

I got the redhead.

Of course you do.

Any luck with the mystery woman?

Still tracking her.

Oh, boy.

Problem, Miss Jones?

Yeah, major.

Looks like someone's been digging
through Kensi's legend.

And it's more than just a look-see.

They're online now.

Whoever it is has gone through her
last five years of income tax returns

and is now sifting
through her employment records.

It must be King.

Well, if it is, he's looking for something
very specific in Kensi's backstopping.

King's a pro.

He's not gonna be satisfied
until he knows for sure

that Kensi is who she says she is.

Well, our records go back
about eight years

but at the rate he's looking, we're
gonna run out of material very soon.

Then I'd suggest you both
get back to work quickly.

Gentlemen,

I need you to put an end
to King's web surfing. Immediately.

We're on it.

- Deeks, stall her.
- Got it.

Oh, my knee!

- Oh, you just...
- Are you all right?

Oh, my gosh. What are you doing?
You just crashed into me.

Oh, I am so sorry.
You came out of nowhere.

- Not even looking?
- No, I was.

- I was walking, you just pulled back.
- I'm sorry.

- You on your phone?
- No.

- Were you Twittering?
- I don't know what that is.

King is still blowing
through Kensi's cover.

We're going as fast as we can
but he's just not stopping.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Watch where you're going, man.
- You just stopped.

I stopped? You're texting,
not watching where you're going.

What is your problem? Look.

Sorry about that, man.
Guy knocked into me from behind.

I wouldn't have if you didn't stop
for no reason.

Really? So this is my fault?

You had the coffee, okay?
I'm just saying.

Look, I'm sorry about this.
I'm gonna get you a towel.

I got it.

Hey, dude,
I spilled a Red Bull on my laptop.

- Get out of here.
- Fried the motherboard.

Get this checked out. My cousin's
got a shop on Pico, a computer shop.

- I'll call him.
- I'm good.

- I'll give you his number.
- I'm good.

I'd get that checked out.

I swear, I checked my mirror.
I just didn't see you.

My career is over.

You might as well just hand
another endorsement to Beckham.

Are you a footballer?

Well, this is America,
so we call it soccer.

But, yeah, I just got drafted.

- Awesome until seven seconds ago.
- Oh, my God.

Guys, the woman is Patricia Dunn.

She's a British national working in L.A.
For the Hasperg Auction House.

Connection to King?

Big time.

She sold several pieces
of expensive artwork for him.

- Mr. Deeks, bring her in.
- Okay.

- Okay, what?
- Okay, we need to talk.

L.A.P.D.

I have known guys like Stan before.

They're charming and they're seductive
but they're dangerous.

He killed his partner,
a guy named Bobby Asher,

shortly before he met with you
today.

Oh, my God.

We know
that King's got you involved

in fraudulent activities
at the auction house.

Tell us what you know and when we
hand you over to the L.A.P.D.,

we will make sure
that they know you cooperated.

When I met Stan,

he was everything I ever wanted.

You met him at the auction house?

Two years ago.

We were dating about three months
when he asked me for a favor.

He wanted me to change
the provenance of a painting

to lower its value,
so he could buy it at auction.

And you did it.

He claimed
it was because he loved the painting.

And then he turned around
and sold it for a profit.

From there, it went
to falsifying manifests,

altering insurance claims.

By the time I realized
he was just using me, I...

You were in too deep.

When you met with him today,

you tried to give him
this blank bill of lading.

He contacted me
a couple of weeks ago

to say he needed my help
getting something out of the country.

- What did he want you to move?
- He didn't say.

He ever mention anything
about smuggling weapons?

Never.

Why didn't he take the paperwork
from you today?

He said he no longer needed
my assistance.

So that's it?

He also said

this was going to be his last job.

And then we'd celebrate

with a holiday in the Caribbean.

How did it go with Miss Dunn?

I believe her.
She's made mistakes in the past.

We handed her over to L.A.P.D.
For processing.

Eric, any leads on what King
was looking for at the warehouse?

Well, the blank bill of lading
is actually tied to a cargo container

scheduled to depart for Hong Kong
tomorrow.

So I took a shot. I ran a vector search
of the warehouse records

against anything having to do
with China, and I found this.

Li Tan is a Chinese dignitary

suspected
of infiltrating our stealth program.

He was deported two weeks ago.

Tan's personal belongings
are being held in the warehouse

pending a forensic review.

Hey, guys.

Okay, so we've been looking
for another angle into King.

And?

Turns out
several of King's partners died

shortly after they completed
their suspected heist.

So his MO is to get rid of his partners
after the job's done.

Just like he did with Asher.

It's King.

- Hey.
- Hey. You get rid of Asher?

Of course I got rid of Asher.
You owe me.

Good. My apologies.

Got a job.
Meet me in an hour at my house.

Near the parking garage.

- Okay.
- Don't be late.

He wants me to meet him
at his house.

Said he has a job for me.

- When?
- One hour.

This guy is a cold-blooded killer.

You could be walking into a trap.

I'm gonna be with you
every step of the way.

Even if you don't see me,
I'll be there.

He caught me off-guard once.
It's not gonna happen again.

I know.

Let's go.

Okay.

We good?

She's in.

- Wow, you clean up well.
- Thanks.

Come on out to the pool.

- Do you want a drink?
- No, thank you. I'm fine.

- What's the job?
- Heh.

Not so fast. Don't you think we should
get to know each other better first?

The least I know about you
the better it is for the both of us.

You're assuming
that we shouldn't trust each other.

I don't trust anyone.

Especially not you.

I saw you kill your last partner.

Well, Bobby worked for me
but I would hardly call him my partner.

Okay, whatever he was.

Get in, get out, get paid.

But wouldn't it be far more interesting
to have a drink and tell each other lies.

Soda water, ice.

Wow, living on the wild side.

So your choice.

We talk about infrared motion sensors
or we share our sad stories

about how we started stealing
for a living.

Well, motion sensors fascinate me.

- That tells me one thing about you.
- Oh, yeah? What's that?

You definitely need to get out more.

We got company.

Eric, we got two cars.

Need ID on the plates.

- Uploading them now, Eric.
- Got it.

Okay, first car is registered
to Michael Connor.

Connor did time
for grand theft and forgery.

He's suspected of robbing a gallery
in Monaco with King.

And the second car?

It's registered to Kevin Morris.

Arrested for armed robbery.

King's putting
the band back together.

Guys, they've got Patricia Dunn.

I thought she was handed over
to L.A.P.D.

She was.
They must have released her.

She could blow Kensi's cover.

No, maybe not.

She should know
Kensi is on her side.

If she stays cool, Kensi will be okay.

Glad you could make it.

There's some cold drinks
and some food inside.

Go in and help yourself.

I haven't been up here in a while.
You've been doing some decorating.

I have.

Give you a tour later.
It's good to see you.

Kev.

So thanks for coming.

I didn't exactly have much choice,
did I?

Yeah, sorry about that.

Okay. L.A.P.D. Released her.

Charges pending.

Well, just relax, go inside, have a drink,
okay? I'll join you in a minute.

And don't worry,
I'll explain everything to you.

All right.

Hi.

- Whoa, what just happened?
- I don't know. I completely lost her.

Eric, we're aborting mission.
We're going in.

Stay down!

Three victims.

Only one woman.

But it's not Kensi.

No sign of her or King.

She suffered fourth degree burns
over her entire body.

But her facial structure's
still intact enough

that we should be able to ID her.

It's Patricia.

We gotta find this guy.

Hey, guys.

Kensi was in the water.
She could have survived.

The blast was more flammable
than concussive.

That would explain
why we lost contact with her.

King's computer.

What do you think?

Job for Eric.

Any luck?

Well, the shell is completely fried.

But the motherboard
is miraculously more or less intact.

Only problem is it's water damaged.

I'm trying to extract everything I can
from the hard drive.

Long story short,
it's not looking good.

Well, keep at it, Mr. Beale.

So I searched through all the traffic
cam footage in a two-mile radius

around the time of the explosion
but got nothing.

That hill to the south,
they could have escaped that way.

Right. There are several fire roads
from King's house

up into the canyons
without cameras,

so it's possible
he could've gotten away with Kensi.

King is cleaning house.

He's gotten rid of his entire crew,
including Patricia.

Everyone but Kensi.

Maybe he's on to us, maybe he's
gonna use Kensi as a hostage.

Either that
or he needs her for her skills.

For one last job.

He told Patricia
the job was canceled.

No, he told her
he no longer needed her services.

He didn't say the job was canceled.

I got it. King received an e-mail
from Li Tan,

the Chinese spy whose belongings
are being held at the warehouse.

This was sent two days ago.

It's a blank message
with an attachment:

A Chinese dragon.

Seems like a lot of work
for a tacky green dragon statue.

Unless, it isn't the dragon statue,
but what's inside.

One last job.

Wait.

They've installed PIR sensors.

Okay, recalibrate the settings.
It'll give us three minutes.

Go.

Go.

What exactly are we looking for?

Here.

Let's go.

Freeze! Federal agents!

Put your hands up
where we can see them.

You good, Kens?

- Better now.
- Oh, man.

Let me go or she's dead.

Drop the weapon.
You got nowhere to run.

Drop it!

Okay,
will one of you shoot this guy?

Stay back.

Nice try.

See that right there,
that's for hitting my partner.

Like you said, job has its hazards.

- Oh, that really hurts, huh?
- Yeah.

So the FBI has been
working the case from their end.

It turns out that Tan,
the Chinese spy who hired King

had a contact at the DoD,
an engineer.

He was working on a highly classified
stealth bomber project.

He embedded the stealth bomber
technology inside the jade statue.

Which is why the Chinese

wanted King to retrieve the statue
before the U.S. Government

conducted its forensics review
and found the hidden intel.

Did they arrest the leak?

Officers are on their way outside
Arlington, Virginia as we speak.

I just got off the phone
with SECNAV.

The U.S. Government
will be returning the dragon statue

along with the rest of Tan's belongings
in the morning.

- What about the stealth technology?
- It's taken care of.

Let's just say
that the Chinese stealth bombers

won't be wheels up
for some time to come.

Good job, everyone.

And good night.

- Good night.
- See you, guys.

Night.

You know, I don't know about the rest
of you but I'm starving.

Dinner on you, G?

Anywhere but Chinese.
You guys in?

Rain check. Can't really chew.

I think I'm gonna go home and spend
some quality time with my Slanket.

Suit yourselves.

You know, I'm thinking of bone-in fillet,
maybe a juicy porterhouse.

- Always trying to milk it.
- Is it truffle season yet?

A couple of ground rules here.
No weird expensive fungi.

No eggs
that don't come from a chicken.

No Scotch
that's older than you or me.

I can still order a seafood tower.

- You okay, Kens?
- I'm fine.

Good. I'm good.

When I can feel my jaw,
I'll be really good.

- What are you?
- Was gonna call but I was out front,

so it seemed kind of, uh, redundant.

Come in.

Wow, you just finish taping
an episode of Hoarders?

Ha-ha-ha.

- Is there a reason why you're here?
- I've got dinner.

I got me a burger
and I got you a smoothie.

I'll take a beer.

Okay.

Really, Top Model?
Why does every girl love this show?

Because it is awesome.

How is that a TV show?

They're about to start the judging.

Mm. Look at this, huh?

Can't get any better than this.

Turkey burger. Top Model.

Can you open my beer for me,
please?

Thank you.

Sweet.