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Oh, someone is not pleased
with his choice

of interior
on the new seven series.

Got a runner. Pickpocket?

You lost him.

Try in the
parking level.

There.

Frank, situation on
B-level-- two guys.

On it.

I don't see them.

Maybe they went up.

Oh, my God!

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Clothes.

Never a good idea.

Why not?

Ever had a friend or
family member get you clothes?

Definitely not clothes.

Jewelry.
Jewelry's special.

Sends a message of intimacy
between two people.

And who doesn't
love intimacy?

Especially the intimate
kind of intimacy.

What are we talking about?

Maybe not jewelry.

Somebody want
to help me out here, please?

Hetty's birthday.
Oh.

Every year it's the same deal.

She doesn't want a gift,
she doesn't want a party.

So every year you give her
a gift and throw her a party?

Of course.
And what if
she really doesn't want one?

What if she says she doesn't,
and really does?

And her feelings could be hurt
if you don't?
Exactly.

On the other hand,
she's gonna be really angry

if she actually
doesn't and you do.

Exactly.

Come on, G.

You know Hetty better
than anyone.

And birthdays are complicated.

And so is Hetty.

Sorry, guys.

What about clothes?

Yeah.

Nell's been here
less than a week,

and already taking
over whistle duties?

Eric is not a happy camper.

Ah, he shouldn't worry.

It won't be long before

she's folding her tent
like all the others.

Because...?

One of the many
mysteries of Hetty.

For some reason,
Intelligence Analysts

just seem to rub her
the wrong way.

Corporal Thomas Porter,
stationed out of Camp Pendleton.

Security Guard discovered
his body.

It was in...

The parking garage of the
Beverly Hills Rodeo Collection.

Mini-mall of
the rich and famous.

Long way from Pendleton.

It's a long way from a Pendleton
Corporal's pay grade.

The hand was
severed at the wrist.

And it's missing.

What's not is his watch,
car keys and wallet,

which was full of cash...

Cash and credit cards.

Beverly Hills PD is
working up forensics.

So, obviously,
robbery's not at motive?

Why us, Hetty?

Corporal Porter
was an administrative clerk

in Camp Pendleton's G-2 office.

Everyone in
that office has

Top Secret
Security Clearance.

Even clerks.

I was just getting
to that, Miss Jones.

But thank you.

Director Vance wants us

to pay special attention
to Corporal Porter's death.

Make sure
we haven't been compromised.

And Beverly Hills PD has agreed

that we'll
take the lead in this.

Security cam footage?

Security guards saw a man
who we believe is our killer,

and then shortly after,

he and another man were in
a struggle in the garage,

just a few minutes before
they found Porter's body,

but it's too quick
to get anything useful.

Took his hand for a reason.

Porter worked
in intelligence.

Maybe his prints get him
access to sensitive material.

Very possible.

What else do we have besides
Porter's intel specialty?

Single.

Lives on base housing.

Enlisted four years ago,
out of Orange County.

He completed a tour in Iraq
just a few weeks ago.

His civilian and military
records are clean.

Porter's CO is doing an
intelligence audit to determine

if there's any sensitive
material missing.

And Beverly Hills PD
did a phone interview,

which produced two
people worth talking to.

Uh...

PFC James Winston was
in his unit.

Something wonky was
going on between them.

And then there's
Corporal Andrew Peterson,

Porter's best friend.

He works in the motor pool.

Deeks, Kensi, work with
Beverly Hills PD forensics.

I understand

you're a tea drinker?

"There is no trouble
so great or grave

that cannot be diminished
by a nice cup of tea."

PFC James Winston?

Yes, sir.

High school quarterback?

La Habra High.
2006 City Champs.

Think you'd hit that
any harder

if Corporal Porter's picture
was on it?

NCIS?

Look, I liked Tommy.

CO said you had issues.

We did. He owed me.

How much?

Couple of grand.

That's a lot of money
on a PFC's salary.

Not enough to kill him over.

Look, I was pissed
he was slow in paying me back.

I'm not saying I wasn't, but...

you know, he'd borrowed
from me before,

and he always came through.

Said he had something going on,
wouldn't be much longer.

What kind of something?

Business deal,
supposed to pay off big.

He was real
excited about it.

Where were you
the day he was killed?

In my barracks room.

You got somebody
that can vouch for you?

Just my rack and the throne.

Too many Jacks the night before.

You mind?

Be my guest.

Give her your best shot.

Thanks.

I was a receiver.

A damn good wide receiver.

But you wanted
to be a quarterback.

Everybody wants
to be a quarterback.

Quarterbacks are the stars.

Quarterbacks get
all the glory.

They get the applause.

They get the girls.

Eh, that, too.

Okay, thanks.

Beverly Hills PD
forensics came in.

Corporal Porter died
from massive blood loss

after his jugular vein
and carotid artery were severed.

The, uh, throat cut and hand
amputation were made by--

and I quote here:
"a very sharp blade

between seven
and 12 inches in length."

Well, that would describe any
number of KA-BAR combat knives.

That could describe any number
of all kinds of knives,

including the ones they use

at the sushi restaurant
at the mall.

You're suggesting a sushi chef

would have murdered
Corporal Porter?

Omakase can be tricky, Kensi.

You know, because if you...
Yeah, I got it, okay?

I don't think you do.
Thank you.

No, I mean, I'm just,
to clarify...
I get it.

Mm-hmm.
It means chef's choice--

We're good.

So, how well did you know
Porter, Corporal Peterson?

Tom and I hit it off
the first day we met.

We were the only Marines
into football.

Real football.

Soccer.

Yeah, he was Man U.

I'm Arsenal.

Anybody in their right mind
hates the Red Devils,

but, you know, I loved him
for loving the game.

You don't have a clue,
of course.

Not many Americans do.

Except every four years
when the World Cup comes around.

Then they all pretend
to give a crap.

You have any idea who would have
wanted to kill your buddy?

He was a cool dude.

Diane must be devastated.

Diane?

His girlfriend.

Diane Farley?

Works at Easy Mart.
They were thinking

about getting married, except...

Except what?

She thought
that he was cheating on her.

Not sure why.
He was crazy about that girl.

The parking garage has
four surveillance cams.

Let's start
with the one near...

The entrance.

All right,
I've cued it back

an hour before
they found the body.

Corporal Porter
drove a gray...

Gray Nissan.

There.

Time of entry: 2:25.

Seven minutes before the
guard found his body.

Let's see if we can find him
on one...
On one of the other cams.

You and I have a problem?

I wouldn't exactly
call it a problem.

Uh, more like a situation.

Maybe a problem.

Hmm. Because I'm new.

No. Because you...

Finish your sentences?

Yeah.

It has to do with being a
Type A with borderline ADD

and control issues
with men I admire.

It's something
I'm aware of,

working on, and hope one day to
have a measure of control over.

You admire me?

Stop.

Stop the tape.

Whoever cut off
Corporal Porter's hand...

Wanted what was
inside that case.

Yeah.

Standard-issue Smith & Wesson
100 Series handcuffs.

25 bucks online.

Doesn't make sense.

Bolt cutters could have snapped
them off, no problem.

Nothing unusual about
the briefcase either.

So the $64,000
question is...

What's in the briefcase?

Could be anything.
Well, the most obvious

is classified material
from his G-2 unit.

Well, they're halfway
through the audit,

and so far, nothing's
come up compromised.

Drugs, bearer bonds,

securities, jewelry.

The most basic of all-- cash.

Well, Eric said

the bank and credit card
accounts haven't shown

anything unusual
as far as deposits or charges.

Sure, but cash like that never
sees the inside of a bank.

If the money was dirty, they
wouldn't want a paper trail.

Maybe he was here to spend it.

Corporal Peterson said he was
thinking about getting married.

An engagement ring
from Tiffany's?

You have no idea

what that little blue box
means to a girl.

Oh, but I do.

Does Hetty cook?

If she does, it's with
a pot from Singapore,

a spoon given to
her by a shaman,

and a cookbook
written in Swahili.

I'm more of a frozen
pizza pocket guy myself.

Well, the ladies
must love that.

It's all about
the wine pairing.

Diane.

Hi, can I help you find
something?

Is there anywhere we could talk?

Look, if I leave the floor,
they're going to dock my pay,

and since Tom and I
weren't married yet,

the bereavement
leave doesn't apply.

Have you found out who did this?

Not yet.

We were hoping
that you could help us out.

That's my supervisor.

Deeks, I see a Crock-Pot
in your future.

Huh?
Deeks.

Right. Crock-Pot.

Hi. Do you
sell Crock-Pots?

We sure do.

Was Tom in any
kind of trouble?

No... no, not that
I knew about.

He was
a really great guy.

I'm sure he was.

But someone
killed him and...

They did that for
a reason, Diane.

When he came back
from Iraq, he was different.

Different how?

All he could talk
about were

sports cars, plasma TVs,
expensive watches...

You were thinking
of getting married.

Yeah.

Yeah, we were looking
at rings.

I'd even found one.

It was... just a simple band
with a... a tiny diamond,

but...

I really loved it.

But he said
it wasn't big enough.

That could be guilt.

Was he cheating
on you?

Tom liked to flirt; he did.

That was just him.

But I was jealous.

So stupid.

So stupid.

The contents of Porter's car.

Gas station receipt
from an Orange County station

the morning
of Porter's murder.

40 bucks of unleaded
and $1.50 for Ultra-Trank?

Hmm, Ultra is a line
of herbal drinks

formulated to boost brain
function and enhance moods.

Trank is supposed
to calm you down.

Trank, like...

Tranquilizer.

You're good.

Sorry, nervous sarcasm.

It's another of my
personality flaws.

I have a lot of them,
but I'm aware of them.

That's the good thing.

You realize you
finished my sentence?

I wouldn't consider
it a problem... yet.

Here's what is.

Um, most people would want

the opposite of Trank
if you're leaving

for a road trip first
thing in the morning.

Unless you're about
to do something

that makes you nervous.

Very good.

Said sincerely.

Hmm.

An ATM receipt from
the same gas station.

He took out 60 bucks.

You don't take out cash

if you got enough
to fill a briefcase.

Parking receipts.

One from
the Rodeo Collection,

the other from
United Parking downtown.

Hmm. When?

Two days ago.

That's two trips
to Los Angeles in 48 hours.

Where's the garage downtown?

Inside the California
Jewelry Mart.

200 stores
of wholesale heaven, G.

A lot of the merchandise
gets sold to retailers,

but a lot of stores
will sell direct.

Porter was either here
to find a middle man

to help him unload
the goodies in that case...

Or buy some goodies
at bargain prices

with the cash
in the case.

Jewelry Mart 101.

The thing is,
his girlfriend said

that he was impulsive
when it came to spending.

That's not the kind of guy
that's going to drive

a hundred miles to the
Jewelry Mart to get a bargain.

The question is:
what was he selling

and who was he selling it to?

You think she'd use it?

Hetty likes letters.

It is exotic.

Beautiful, isn't it?

From the Bengal region
of East India, circa 1940.

How much?

14,000.

Not rupees?

Not rupees.

You ever seen this guy?

Take a different approach.

If somebody wanted
to sell something

they shouldn't be selling, who
would they go to around here?

Jacob Rosen, third floor.

10:15-- early lunch.

Security panel's not lit.

You don't leave
a store full of jewels

without turning on the alarm.

Mr. Rosen?

Thank you.

So the guy with the
letter opener was right.

Jacob Rosen is the man
you went to if you had

things of questionable
origin to sell.

He'd find you
a buyer for a price.

The hand, Sam.

I know. Whoever cut off
Rosen's didn't take it

like they did Porter's.

Why?

Didn't need to.

Wasn't attached
to a briefcase.

Then why'd he cut it off?

Send a message?

Maybe.

LAPD is actually
being reasonable.

Because this homicide
is part

of our ongoing
criminal investigation,

they're down for us taking

whatever we need
from the crime scene.

I don't think it's a matter
of being reasonable, Sam.

Because of their caseload?

Because Jacob Rosen
was old school.

No computer?!

No computer.

In this day and age, why
would you write anything

but your signature
by hand?

Doesn't make sense.

It's ridiculous.

What have I done
to put together

a group with no appreciation
of the handwritten word?

Even banal
ledger entries

have intrinsically
more meaning to the writer

and, by extension,
to the reader as well.

I'm at a loss.

Unfortunately, Hetty, so are we.

Maybe not.

Looks like he did
business with at least

four jewelry stores near
Rodeo Drive on a regular basis.

We ran backgrounds

on the employees and owners
of the four jewelry stores.

None seem to have
any relevance...

Except for one.

Aziz Anshiri is a
devout Muslim and owner

of Anshiri Jewelry
on Brighton Way.

He was a prominent
jeweler during

Saddam Hussein's
regime, serving

the president's family
himself on occasion.

Now, during Corporal
Porter's tour in Iraq,

his squad leader
was accused

of stealing valuables
from a house

that they raided in Baghdad.

Not just

any valuables-- ancient jewelry
looted from the National Museum

when we invaded in '03.

Porter was questioned
but not implicated.

The National Museum was home to
some of the greatest treasures

from ancient Babylon
and Mesopotamia.

U.S. didn't bomb it,

but we also didn't
secure it afterwards,

so when the museum employees
fled for their safety,

Iraqis went
on a looting spree.

Not our finest hour.

Over half of the artifacts
are still missing today.

Oh, and, uh,

Jacob Rosen's phone
records indicate

that he called Aziz Anshiri
just a few days ago.

So maybe Porter did

the same thing his
squad leader did.

He stole something in Iraq

he had already stolen
from the Museum and took it home.

Only he didn't get caught.

And then Jacob Rosen
ly he hooked him up with Anshiri

and Porter tried
to sell it to him.

And Anshiri, being a devout
Muslim and a friend of Saddam,

took offense to the theft
and killed him.
Why cut off his hand?

I mean,
Porter must have had the key

to the handcuffs on him, right?

It takes time
to sever a limb,

besides being incredibly,
you know, messy.

It's a strict
interpretation of Sharia law.

It calls
for the cutting off

of a thief's hand
as punishment.

In Anshiri's mind, Jacob Rosen
was as bad as Porter.

He killed him and cut off
his hand as well.

He might be trying
to make a point.

It's a good theory,
but it's just a theory.

We've got to get close
to Anshiri...

feel out his interest
in old-school jewelry.

This is the Rolex

M-series Milgauss Green.

Faraday Cage
construction,

40-millimeter
polished steel bezel.

Rumored to become

the most collected Rolex ever.

Mm-hmm. Does it shoot
poisonous gas or anything cool?

You scratch it, you buy it.

And, Ms. Blye,

it's your wrist that hopefully
makes the biggest impression

on Mr. Anshiri.

From ancient Babylonia.

Displayed in Baghdad's
National Museum

until the U.S. invasion.

Y...
How did you...

There's
the happy couple now.

What do you think,
Lady and the Tramp?

More like Beauty
and the Beast.

Uh-oh.

Trouble in paradise.

You buy them
as a couple?

It's L.A.-- even a troll
can score a supermodel

if he's rolling charge.

Where does that leave us?

Aw, don't sweat it, G.

I have a charming personality.

Uh-huh.

And you...

Yeah, you're kind of screwed.

I attract more of
an intellectual type.

Oh, yeah?
Uh-huh.

Good luck with that.

Good afternoon.

How can I
help you?

We are looking for
an engagement ring.

Of course.

A big one.

She told me
that size doesn't matter.

Oh, my God.

Look at that one.

Oh, it's so beautiful,
my sweet.

An excellent choice.

A beautiful diamond
for a beautiful woman.

That's an interesting
bracelet.

Do you mind if I ask you
where you got it?

Oh, it was a gift.

From who?

A friend.

I can't help you.

You must leave.

What were you
doing in there?

Just trying to make
it look convincing.

You suck at being
convincing, Deeks.

Who the hell
says "my sweet"?

It's a term of endearment.

Like, in 1945.

Callen, we need
to watch this guy.

He's definitely sketchy.

We're talking
about Anshiri, right?

Princess?

Princess...

What?

Don't worry about it.

Thank you.

Just be careful
with the car, okay?
Of course, sir.

Anshiri seems nervous.

The only way to find
out why he's nervous

is to be inside with him.

Here's the bonus, Sam:
I'm hungry,

and it's gonna be
on Hetty's dime.

You got to get
more current, G.

This place is
flavor of the month.

Four weeks to get a res.

It's L.A.

Then we do what
everybody else in L.A. does.

Buy our way in.

Lie.

You got to take a photo
and send it to Eric.

Those losers in Marketing

won't believe we got
reservations at this place.

Got it.

No photo!
Relax!

- Hey, relax, man!
- Hey, hey, my man, hey...

Federal agents!
Stand down!

Stand down.

Yeah?

Got the pic. Facial rec took
all of two seconds to get a hit.

His name's Salim Al-Jamal.

He's a major player in
terrorist funding for Al Qaeda.

Salim Al-Jamal.

A businessman that funnels
money to the Middle East

to finance Islamic
terrorist training camps.

I did not know this.

I only know him as
a potential client, that's all.

It's the truth.

How about this guy?

You recognize him?

His name was
Corporal Thomas Porter.

I've never seen
this man before.

You were meeting with him
to buy ancient artifacts.

A meeting that was
arranged by Jacob Rosen.

No, that-that's not true.

You consider yourself to be
a true believer, Mr. Anshiri?

Sam, what does the Koran
say about lying?

It's considered an abomination.

You're trying to use
my religion against me.

It won't work.

DEEKS
Anshiri's a mean decorator.

I mean, he's got
some cool stuff.

Yeah. If you like
living in a museum.

Looking for
a knife, right?

It's decorative.

You'd have a tough time
slicing bread.

What are you doing
in my house?

Mrs. Anshiri?

Who are you?

We're Federal agents.

You have no right to be here.

Actually, we do, ma'am--
it's called a FISA warrant.

We have to search your house.

I promise we'll be respectful.

Where is my husband?

You met Porter.
No.

He tried to sell you
artifacts stolen from Iraq.

I did not meet this man.
You did meet

this man and you
killed this man,

and following
strict Sharia law,
No.

you cut off the thief's
hand as punishment.

I did not do that!
And then you
took the artifacts

and you sold them
to raise money for Al-Jamal

terrorist activities.

You invade my country
under false pretenses,

you allow our National Museum
and our palaces to be plundered,

you bomb our villages
to kill our women and children,

and you call me a terrorist?!

♪ ♪

Deeks?

Hey.

This one was used for
more than slicing bread.

Well...
I pushed him, and he broke.

Yeah.

Only he broke left when we
expected him to break right.

That kind of moral
outrage is hard to fake.

Kensi.

I think we found
the knife.

Deeks is sending Callen
a picture right now.

Incoming to your cell.

We can definitely confirm
Anshiri's devoutness

In his house--

a Koran, scriptures,
prayer rugs,

and his wife wears a hijab.

Got it.

We have the photo.

Is the knife resting
on a paper bag?

Yeah, it was inside it,
hidden in a toolbox.

I'll get back to you.

What is it?

Sharia amputation ritual
for theft is very specific.

The knife doesn't matter,

but what does is what
it's wrapped in.

It would be a sacred
ceremonial cloth,

not a paper bag.

So whoever hid the knife
got the ritual wrong.

Anshiri is devout-- he
wouldn't have got it wrong.

Much as I don't
like him, G,

he's being set up.

So, the necklace
you found was

a small part of what Queen Puabi
was adorned with when she

was buried in the
Royal Tomb of Ur

2,500 years ago in Mesopotamia,
now modern-day Iraq.

The tomb was discovered in 1922.

What made the find remarkable

was that it had avoided
looters for centuries.

After the jewelry
was put on display

in Iraq's National Museum,
it took a mere 60 years

for it to be looted by locals
after we invaded.

So the necklace was left with
the knife to set up Anshiri.

Which means...
There's a lot of more
of Queen Puabi's

jewelry still in the case
Corporal Porter was carrying.

She does that.

Its return would mean a lot
for Iraqi-U.S. relations.

Yeah, that's if we can
find it before it's sold.

So whoever killed Porter

and set up Anshiri
either knew Porter

or he know Rosen.

Or both.

Kensi, Deeks, get back
to Rosen's boxes.

See if you
can find a vector.
Done.

Eric, this guy probably
drove to Anshari's.

Check for nearby traffic cams.

The closest traffic cam

is on the corner
of Bedford and Elvado--

just two blocks down.

Eric, there.

That's it all right.

Windows are too dark
to make the driver.

No, no, no, Sam-- it's
the car that we recognize.

That same SUV entered
the parking garage

just an hour before
Porter was killed.

If I can adjust
the angle--

we might be able to...

...see the license plate.
See the license plate.

On it.

The car belongs to...

Huh.

PFC Winston.

The one Porter owed money to.

Quarterbacks.

Would you mind being quiet?

I am trying
to concentrate.

Are you mad at me?

Dogs go mad.
People-- people get angry.

Is this about
the jewelry store?

Listen, I was
just trying to sell the fact

that we were a couple.

Yeah, whatever.

Like anybody would
believe that we're a couple.

You're right.
You are so not my type.

Would you care
to explain...

Found something.

You got this wrong.

I can prove I was
on base all day.

Your car wasn't.

I have no idea how
that could have happened.

Maybe because you gave it to
whoever you hired to do the job.

No, that's not true.

I didn't hire anyone.

Kensi.

We found a vector.

A name on one of Jacob Rosen's
payment ledgers.

He once worked for Rosen
as a courier.

Who had access
to your keys?

No one.

Somebody could
have made a copy--

car wash, mechanic.

I wash it myself.

The repairs...

It was a personal vehicle.
He's not supposed to...

Who's "he," Winston?

A guy I know
in the motor pool.

That would be
Corporal Peterson.

He didn't show up
for work this morning.

Left us a man short.

Any idea where
he might be?

Not in his barracks
room-- we checked.

Maybe his girlfriend
in San Ysidro.

Spends a lot
of time there.

Girlfriend's name?

Ellen.

Ellen what?

No idea, sir.

Eric, get me a name

for Corporal Andrew Peterson's
girlfriend in San Ysidro.

I need it fast.

Name?

Ellen. No last.

Do they always
expect miracles?

Pretty much.
Awesomer.

Entered Peterson's
cell records.

Got a number
in San Ysidro.

Mm. A lot.

Reverse directory
for an Ellen...
Rodriguez?

6241...
Garvey Court Road.

Nice work.

You, too.

Stop!
Federal agents!

He's making a run
for the border, Sam.

Border fence ends
in five miles.

He gets off road and crosses
over, he's in Mexico.

That's not going to happen.

Hands out of the window
where we can see them-- now!

That's an
order, Marine!

Director Vance.

Peterson was
the missing link.

Porter tells
his best friend

about what he's stolen
in Iraq.

Peterson hooks him up
with his old boss

who hooks him up
with Anshiri.

Best friend kills
Porter and Rosen,

sets up Anshiri,

and uses Winston's car
while he's in L.A.

so he can't be I.D.'d.

Yeah, it would've
been a good plan

if it wasn't for a certain wide
receiver that knew about Sharia.

Someone has to put
points on the board.

Here comes
the birthday girl.

Beverly Hills PD

discovered this among
Corporal Porter's belongings.

I assured them we'd know
what to do with it.

Director Vance wants
you all to know

how pleased he is that
you were able to recover

the artifacts.

Well done.

She seems down.

Birthdays can
be depressing.

Especially when no one

buys you a gift or
throws you a party.

Hey, it's what she wanted.

And for once, we didn't cave.

Thank you.

Happy birthday, Hetty.

From all of us.

I thought
it would go perfect

with your...

...saffron jacket.

Exactly.

But this is from
you alone.

No.

It's beautiful, my dear.

So...

what's wrong with
all of you?

This is a party,

not a wake.

The single malt's in my desk.

♪ ♪

Well, that went well.

Hey, do you have a banjo
and chewing tobacco...

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Hetty.
Thank you.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Hello.

Diane, hey, Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.

Hi.

I was wondering
if I could drop by.

I, um...

I have something
that Tom left for you.

Really?

I have no idea
what it could be.

Yeah, sure.

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