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- How much do you want? - For him? Nothing.

You, on the other hand, your future in the hand of the highest bidder.

- You don't know where she is either? - She's selling her properties.

- Raising capital. - For what?

Damned if I know, but clearly it's expensive.

- Does anyone know you're here? - No. But they'll figure it out.

- How can you be sure? - I trained them.

And I left them the tools to do this.

It's only a matter of time.

This reminds me of the night I saw Salvador Dalf

kill a werewolf.

Smooth.

I know it seems like the others get all the glory,

but they would not be able to do half of what they do without your abilities.

Thank you, Hetty.

What's this?

It's a gift of my appreciation for what you do.

I don't know what to say.

You don't need to.

You don't need to.

No, Hetty.

For the love of Gamera.

What the hell's going on?

- I'm sorry I woke you up. - Yeah.

I had this crazy dream that reminded me that Hetty gave me this book.

- Okay. - I don't know,

I felt like maybe it was a sign. You know?

- Okay. - Like a clue as to where she went.

But I've been through every page. Nothing.

Okay, let's just slow down, Eric. When did she give you this book?

I don't know. After Michelle died.

What? Eric, that was months ago. You never told me.

I know, but it just seemed like a nice gesture at the time.

Plus, it was a while before she disappeared.

Okay, fine, I get it. Um...

Let's think.

Maybe the book is the clue.

It takes place in the Civil War, so unless she went back in time...

Well, I wouldn't put anything past Hetty.

- Where does it take place? - Well, it doesn't say. It's fiction.

But most historians agree it's close

to the Battle of Chancellorsville in Virginia.

Okay.

I mean, we know she sailed to Hawaii, and then, who knows?

Maybe the clue is within the title or one of the characters...

Or maybe it's just an overactive imagination

and too much Chunky Monkey before bed.

I don't know. She never gave me a book.

The only thing she gave me was this survival key chain.

I even went through it with a black light

to see if she circled anything in invisible ink. Nothing.

- What is that? - It's got this little red flashlight.

Damn it. It's dead.

- Where you going? - Batteries. Come on, bring that book.

Why?

So, what are you thinking? Hetty wrote something in this book

- we can only see with your light? - Exactly.

Give me a second.

- All right. Yes, we're in business. - All right.

All right, hold this. I'm gonna flip-book it.

Come on, come on.

Nell, I think this was a good idea,

but we're both victims of wishful thinking here.

Whoa. Did you see that?

Holy glowing gonads.

I'm... I'm tired.

"Failed."

- Keep flipping. - Mm-hm.

There. "Action."

Failed action.

- Yeah. - What failed action?

Should we tell someone what we found?

- I mean, what exactly have we found? - Yeah.

- We're gonna need more coffee. - Let's go.

This couldn't have waited till morning?

"Failed action skin." What does it mean?

I don't know. Hetty circled them in an ink

that only fluoresces under certain light.

She gave me the book, and Nell, the light to read it with.

You just realized this now?

To be fair, I didn't know Eric had this book.

I had no idea it had anything to do with her disappearance until I had a dream

where I was chasing this honey badger and I was in my avocado disguise.

Then I saw myself in the office with Hetty.

- We were drinking Scotch... - Stop.

I don't wanna hear if it gets weird with you and Hetty.

What? No. What are you talk...?

Although, once I had a dream that Hetty and I were in a hot tub

with Charles Nelson Reilly and Grimace, and that did get disturbing.

- I still hate bubbles. - Oh, God.

- Is this code for something? - Maybe, but we still don't know what.

We've searched the Internet, our files, you name it.

We've tried it as a password in our system, but nothing.

So it's a Hail Mary. It was definitely hard to find.

You wouldn't have found it unless you were looking for it.

Which suggests it's a fail-safe in case things went wrong.

She designed it so it took two of you to crack it.

Which would only happen if we were all worried about her.

At least she left us some breadcrumbs.

Breadcrumbs may have been more useful.

Not to be a Debbie Downer, but we still have no idea what this means.

Did she give you anything?

Maybe we need another piece to solve the puzzle.

No.

I guess she figured we're the only two smart enough to figure it out.

- No. - Kidding.

- Don't. - I'm kidding.

- Not kidding. - Yeah.

May I?

Ms. Lange, I'm so glad we could find you.

I'm Spencer Allen with the U.S. State Department.

We've made arrangements to have you taken to a hospital.

Is there someone we can call on your behalf?

I'm sure your family's been...

terribly worried about you.

My brother called me Milly.

I didn't like that.

I wasn't aware you had a brother.

Uh... Where does he live?

Uh, once I got my hair caught in the fence

and he cut it off.

Now I can't wear braids.

Ms. Lange, do you know where you are?

I just have to be patient.

My mother kept the ribbons for me until it grows back.

- What did you do to her? - Nothing.

- She's not even lucid. - She's faking.

Where are you going?

I'm calling my embassy.

You think you're funny?

Huh? You think you're funny?

Oh, God.

You don't even have the guts.

Come on.

Come on. What you waiting for? Pull the trigger, bitch.

Ms. Lange, the authorities have no record of you entering the country.

How did you get here?

Henrietta?

One time...

my father took me on a riverboat...

after church.

That's very interesting.

You think you're funny?

God. You don't even have the guts.

Come on. Come on. What you waiting for?

Pull the trigger, bitch.

I respect that you would rather die than betray your country.

I truly do. But...

I'm paying good money for you.

So you will give up your secrets.

One way or another.

Gotta be honest. This would be easier if Hetty gave us secret decoder rings.

- What are we even looking for? - We're looking for clues.

She couldn't just leave a Post-it note on a refrigerator like everybody else?

- She did grow up in the Cold War. - She probably started the Cold War.

Well, admittedly, her methods can be a little...

Extreme? Antiquated? Ridiculous?

I was gonna say "old-school."

Yeah, definitely old-school.

Like the Roaring Twenties.

Man.

What's that?

You know, most days, I still find myself going to call Granger.

I don't wanna go through that again.

Well, the good news is, you're not gonna have to

because Hetty's coming back.

- You don't know that, Deeks. - I do.

I positively do. I know that for sure.

- You wanna know how I know that? - How?

Because there's no way that she could live her life without this.

- What the hell is that? - I'm not sure.

I'm sure if we boiled it in hydrochloric acid, we'd find a note inside.

- Now you're just mocking. - "Kensi, do you want to snuggle?”

- You're ridiculous. - "Do you want to spoon?"

What the hell are you doing?

Like, right this moment, or in my life?

Okay. Eric and Nell found a hidden message in a book Hetty gave Eric.

It might contain a clue as to where she is.

- What'd it say? - We're trying to decipher it.

- Where are the others? - Callen and Sam are looking for clues.

So this takes precedence over all our other cases?

No, of course not.

What she said, with the "no."

- Of course not. - Okay.

Tell Callen and Sam to please report to my office.

Will do.

Where's Agent Callen?

He's with Sam in the Armory going through Hetty's things.

- Hetty left a coded message? - Yeah, we think so.

What three words.

Uh, the three words we're all looking at on the screen.

- Is this the right order? - It's the order we found them in.

Though the chronological order in the book was skin, failed, action.

The "failed action” I get,

but I don't understand what the "skin" is referring to.

- Yeah. - It's what three words.

It's the three words that we're looking at on the screens.

What3words is a geocoding system

that maps the world into 3-meter squares,

which are each given a unique three-word identification.

- Okay. - Oh.

"Skin failed action" is 9 square meters somewhere on the planet.

So that would be...

- It's Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. - Wow.

Great job.

- Thanks for that. - Yeah.

Find anything?

- I think this is a waste of time. - Everybody loves a scavenger hunt.

You're right. But you gotta admit, she left something in that book.

Yeah, okay, maybe. But why make it so damn hard to find?

My thinking is, she didn't want us to figure it out till we were looking for it.

That way we wouldn't find her till she was in trouble.

You think she's in trouble?

We broke it. It's not a code. Hidoko broke it. It's a place.

- Hidoko? - Yeah.

- What place? - Vietnam.

- You find her? - Not yet.

We think she may be someplace in Ho Chi Minh City, thanks to Hidoko.

- Nice work. - Thanks.

Is there something specific at that location?

Sat footage and street views are coming up.

- It's a long way to go for a cocktail. - Can we get eyes inside that bar?

That's a lot to ask, don't you think?

If it's a popular spot, we should be able to pull up some social-media postings.

- This is NCIS Singapore's area. - Sorry.

See if their office heard anything.

Looks like we're headed to Westminster.

- What's in Westminster? - Largest Vietnamese population

outside of their own country. Lot of families settled there after the conflict.

Probably our best source of intel Stateside.

I thought they were going to the dog show.

That's a different Westminster.

Intery, mintery, cutery corn, apple seed and apple thorn.

Wire, brier, limber lock, three wild geese fly in flock.

- One flew east, one flew west, - Sounds like she casting a spell.

- And one flew over the cuckoo's nest. - It's an old nursery rhyme.

Intery, mintery, cutery com...

What does it mean?

Nothing. It's nonsense. That's the point.

- Wire, brier, limber lock... - She's using a self-induced palilalia

to keep her mind focused.

- One flew east, and one flew west... - Or maybe she really is a witch.

Intery, mintery, cutery corn, apple seed and apple thorn.

- You can stop now. - Wire, brier, limber lock,

three wild geese fly in flock.

- One flew east, and one flew west... - You're wasting time.

There's no such thing as a truth serum.

Intery, mintery, cutery com...

Intery, mintery, cutery corn,

apple seed and apple thorn.

Wire, brier, limber lock, three wild geese fly in a flock.

One flew east and one flew west...

and one flew over the cuckoo's nest.

Enter.

- Where the hell is Callen? - On his way to Westminster.

- Why? - I believe to question some sources.

- Did you tell him I wanted to see him? - Yes, ma'am.

- And where are the others? - Not sure.

So I have a mutiny on my hands.

- You shouldn't look at it like that. - How should I look at it?

Like teammates looking out for one of their own.

They'd do the same if it were you or me.

I seriously doubt that, Hidoko.

All I know is, if I'm ever in trouble, I want them on my side.

Can you go find out where the others are?

Yes, ma'am.

- Mosley. - You gonna answer that?

- Not now. - Well, good luck with that.

- We're in this together, Hoss. - She didn't call me.

You were saying?

- We're both gonna be looking for jobs. - Screw jobs.

Let's move your boat to Mexico so you can open a dive shop.

- What are you gonna do? - Who do you think's gonna tend bar?

Think we can bring Otis down there?

I'm back and forth once a month. It's crazy.

China's out of control too. If you were smart, you'd learn Mandarin.

And your mother.

We're looking for someone we believe was in Ho Chi Minh City.

Why ask me? Talk to Cong Mhan.

We will. But the police may not be able to help.

The person we're looking for is probably keeping a low profile.

- She may have snuck into the country. - She? You lose a girlfriend?

A former colleague.

Name is Henrietta Lange, but she may be using an alias.

I guarantee you, she's using an alias.

Never seen her before. Sorry, can't help you.

- You can. - How?

- By cutting the crap. - We know you're a smuggler, Billy.

- I'm an import-export specialist. - Yeah? I'm a jockey.

Homeland Security has two ongoing investigations into your business.

Innocent until proven guilty.

Most of those are drummed-up charges.

You're a pirate.

With probable cause, we can go through all this stuff to prove it.

But that's not our concern right now. Right now

we're just trying to find the location of one little lady.

You know a drug dealer who operates over there, Tilo lona?

- No. - Of course you don't.

- Guys, seriously... - Oh, we are serious.

Hold on, let me check, okay?

Yeah, that's his serious face.

Hold on. Give him deadly serious.

You see that? There it is.

Admittedly, it's subtle.

You have to know what you're looking for, but it's there.

Trust me, you don't wanna see his

- sorry-I-hurt-that-guy-real-bad face. - I'll try and make some phone calls.

- You'll try? - They're 14 hours ahead over there.

- It's the middle of the night. - Crime never sleeps, you know that.

One hour. Then we come back with a search team.

- We're gonna rip this place apart. - Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Great.

Oh, look, you made him smile.

Hey. You find anything?

Yeah. I've discovered there are a lot of people out there

who appear to be having way more fun than I am.

What are you complaining about? You're the king of cosplay,

the baron of Burning Man, the friar of furrydom.

Holy smackers, cheese and crackers. Who's that?

I can run them through facial rec.

No, no. Sorry.

There.

- What the what? - No way.

Why the hell am I here?

You're the executive assistant director Pacific.

Then how come I have no idea where this unit is?

Nobody's even had the decency of giving me a SITREP.

I thought Hidoko was keeping you informed.

She is keeping me informed, but that is not the point.

It is becoming painfully obvious

that Agent Callen resents my presence here,

and it's rubbing off on the rest of you.

You don't get to do whatever you want when you want to do it.

Callen, you need to get back here.

Mosley's on a warpath. She took a strip out of Kensi.

I'm sure she's sending me to the dog pound. That's not a figure of speech,

it's a room in the basement with a bunch of dogs... Just come back.

I will make sure you are reassigned to a different continent.

A different continent?

- That doesn't sound very good. - Unless you like travel.

Hey, I think you're gonna wanna see what Eric and I just found up in Ops.

- Is it a new job for me? - Mmm.

I'd take that back stairwell if I were you.

We have a back stairwell?

- You didn't know about that? - Nobody tells me anything.

Okay, Beale, talk to me.

Recognize anyone?

- Son of a bitch. Does Mosley know? - Nell's supposed to be telling her.

This was posted six minutes ago. They're still there.

All right. Call them.

- Um... Hi. Do you speak English? - Oh.

- Yes, who is this? - Hi.

My name is Eric Beale and I'm calling from California.

- In the United States of America. - Pun intended.

- I just saw the photo that you posted. - How did you get my number?

Oh, well, heh, I work for

- a federal law-enforcement agency... - No.

That was rude.

Maybe we should try something a little more personable, a little less...

creepy.

All right. Beam me up, Scotty. Put my goods on the screen.

Which means you gotta get over... Just... Just this. Just this.

Ready?

Hi. Hi, ladies, how are you?

Listen, my name is Max,

and you guys are at my favorite bar in Ho Chi Minh City.

And crazy enough, my buddy is there.

He's the tall, bald guy in the back of the booth.

Looks like a giant thumb. Yeah, that's him, right in back there.

It's his birthday. So if you could walk over and show him the screen,

I'll wish him happy birthday and then I'll buy all your drinks.

Deal?

- Okay. - Wonderful. Thank you so much.

Bribery.

I like to call it charm, actually.

- Teach me? - Yeah, thanks.

Can I help you?

What's going on, gentlemen?

- Son of a bitch. - No, don't run away. Wait. We gotta...

Hi. Thank you, ladies. Thank you so much.

As promised, I'm gonna get your drinks.

- This is my friend, Randy, right here. - Wait.

Randy's gonna read you off his credit card. Go ahead, Randy.

Keane?

Keane, if you can hear me...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Me too.

I'm sorry he didn't shoot me in the head.

How bad is it?

Somewhere between "Don't worry about it"...

and "Hello, Jesus."

Even if I cooperate,

this is not gonna end well for either of us.

You know the guy who shot me?

No.

- No? - But I plan on killing him too.

I like your style.

But I don't think this one's swinging our way.

I know.

I'm glad to see you're still alive.

Can't say the same.

I have a surprise for you.

He is beautiful, no?

We trapped him a few days ago, so he's very hungry.

He go to Russia.

Some oligarch want to hunt him and I promised him a man-eater.

Dang, you win.

Stop this now.

But he's hungry.

I'm dying anyway.

Not this way.

It'll be faster.

Dang, I'm going to do what you want me to.

Stop this. Please, stop now.

Please. Just get him out.

You're no fun anymore.

But don't feed him.

I told you,

my way is better.

Enter.

You wanted to speak with us?

Are you trying to be funny?

- We have reason to believe... - I know what you believe.

But no one had the decency to inform me,

so I had to figure it out on my own.

We didn't wanna bother you with hearsay...

Agent Callen, you can disagree with me, you can dislike me,

you can even curse me, but please do not insult my intelligence.

We think Hetty's in trouble, and we think we know where she may be.

Vietnam?

- Yes. - Do you have any confirmation?

No. But I know Admiral Chegwidden was looking for her as well.

We know he was in Ho Chi Minh City with Charles Langston.

Admiral Bridges is probably there as well.

Hetty's in trouble. They're trying to find her.

Maybe it was just a reunion.

- Yes. - Got SECNAV for you.

Saved by the bell, gentlemen. Make yourselves scarce.

- You guys get spanked? - Heh.

She was definitely warming her arm up, but SECNAYV called.

You find anything else?

We tried reaching out to Chegwidden, Bridges and Langston, but no joy.

A.J. knew we were looking for Hetty.

- They like to do things on their own. - Yeah.

Oh, my God. You guys, they're like our future selves. Look at that.

Baby, you should consider doing some calcium supplements.

You should probably consider some hair plugs.

You two sound married already.

- It's love. - It's love.

Did someone alert SECNAV about what was happening?

I did.

On the count of three, everyone should run. One two... Too late.

Unfortunately, I didn't have as much intel as I would have liked,

since none of you deemed me worthy of staying informed.

- We were... - Save it, Agent Callen.

We know you're angry.

I'm not angry, Agent Hanna. I'm just disappointed.

The Vietnamese government has no record

of Hetty or any of her numerous aliases entering the country.

Well, actually, we think that she snuck into the country.

Why?

Why do we think that, or why would she sneak into the country?

We have reason to believe Hetty came into contact

with a drug runner in the region who smuggled her in.

Again, why?

Whatever Hetty's doing, it's off the books.

Okay, guys. One more time with feeling. Why?

We don't know.

We all have vacation coming our way, and each of us would be happy to...

Save it, Agent Callen.

No. I'm sorry you don't wanna hear this and I'm sorry you disapprove.

- Hetty's in trouble, we intend to help. - G.

You can suspend us, you can fire us if you want...

G.

We're booked on the next Air China flight to Vietnam.

Once again, thank you for your vote of confidence.

But before you go, I suggest you figure out why she's there,

otherwise, I doubt you'll ever find her.

You might wanna start with who took that photo.

What are the chances of us taking guns into the country?

- Not a chance. - What if we need weapons?

We improvise.

Yes, and I still would prefer a gun.

Billy's hour is up. We haven't heard from him.

He's probably moving all the contraband out of his place.

- I hate to be the voice of reason again. - Since when is that a thing?

- I am the only girl in the group, so... - That makes you the voice of reason?

- Obviously. - Objection.

And as such, I have to agree with Mosley.

All we have is the bar that Chegwidden showed up at.

It's a start. We've worked with a hell of a lot less.

Agreed. But look at what we have. Hetty cashed out. Why?

She's working off-book, she's dealing in cash.

Everything from fuel for her boat

to paying Tilo lona to smuggle her into Vietnam.

- Fake papers, bribes. - Agreed.

But all of those combined don't come close to the amount she cashed out.

- Weapons. - She can get them anytime she wants.

You could finance a small coup with that cash.

What else would she need millions of dollars for?

Ransom.

Same reason she and the others accumulated the gold.

Only this time she doesn't have access, forcing her to cash in.

So who's being ransomed?

Well, it's like Mosley suggested.

Somebody took that picture of Hetty and the others.

- Could have just been a passerby. - Or another person in her unit.

Hetty never mentioned anyone else.

She never mentioned any of them till they bumbled into a case.

Yeah, well, our flight leaves in three hours and 16 minutes.

- Well, we gotta run this down fast. - Good luck, gentlemen.

Batya Corsia, Alexis Tavori, Trudy Chambers,

Elizabeth Cohen, Henrietta Lange.

Are any of these actually your real name?

No. Right.

Let's start with something simple.

How long did you work for the CIA

before joining the Naval Criminal Investigative Service?

Keane needs medical attention.

I hate this place.

I hate the weather, I hate the food, I hate the bugs, hell,

I hate Dang.

I am only here because of you.

And you have already kept me here much longer than I would have liked.

So feeding Keane to that tiger

is about the only thing that I have left to look forward to.

The only thing that would keep me from doing that

is you here in this room,

telling me what I wanna know.

Damn, you're good.

You think that if you stall long enough,

Keane will bleed out and succumb to his wounds. Painful...

but not nearly as gruesome as being mauled to death.

Yeah, no chance.

Dang!

I joined the CIA while I was still in college.

Uh, December 12, 1963.

It was a cold, drizzly Thursday.

We found somebody. A former NIS agent in Vietnam.

- He worked with Hetty and the others? - Nell and Eric are confirming.

Hetty and her crew were off-book, but he was there the same time.

- Where is he? - Hawthorne.

- We're running out of time. - I'm driving.

Oh, lucky me.

Hey.

I can open that for you if there's something you wanna take.

No, it's okay. Can't bring weapons into the country anyway.

That's right. I forgot.

Hetty once gave me a makeup brush with a spring-loaded blade in it.

Oh, gosh, and also, heh,

for Christmas, she made me this scarf with imbedded Kevlar

so it could double as a garrote.

She's such a character.

- Like the coolest aunt you ever had. - Yeah.

You know, I kind of wish I was going with you guys.

I almost wish I was staying here.

I hate to say it, but there's a part of me that doesn't really wanna find her.

I don't... I don't understand.

No, it's just if we don't find her,

then there's a good chance that she's still alive out there somewhere.

Having mai tais with Granger.

You really think Granger's a mai tai kind of guy?

Mm. Maybe if it was, you know, from the skull of his enemy.

- Heh. - That sort of thing.

Okay.

- No bad mojo. - No. No way.

You're gonna find her. I know it.

This is Hetty we're talking about.

She's got more lives than a cat.

Right?

You know, you're an endangered species.

But I guess that makes two of us.

This was a long time ago.

Everyone looks so young.

- Do you know any of them? - Oh, sure do.

I helped support their unit. Yeah.

Langston.

Chegwidden.

Bridges.

The woman's name was, uh, Margaret.

I forget her last name.

Oh, and this guy, Granger, they pulled him out of the bush

and he stayed on with them.

Do you know what their mission was?

No, they never really talked about it.

I think they were pulling spooks out of the jungle.

- Did you take this photo? - Oh, no.

- You have any idea who might have? - Heh. Yeah.

It was probably the kid.

Yeah, there was this young guy with them.

A nice boy from, uh... It was Montana or Wyoming.

He grew up on a ranch somewhere. Heh.

He was pretty green.

Followed the woman around like a puppy. Heh-heh.

Hetty never mentioned anyone.

The kid was KIA in a chopper crash. Only the woman survived.

- Any chance he could have survived? - No, I don't think so.

Pretty sure they would've looked for him.

And even if he did, he's probably dead or dying now, like the rest of us.

What do you mean?

Well, most of the guys I served with are gone.

I would be too, if it weren't for the lung transplant.

Even so, I'm not sure how long I got.

- Agent Orange. - Yeah.

But the NIS were considered civilians,

so we get no VA benefits.

The bank owns everything now.

Not that there's anything left.

And I'm one of the lucky ones.

If you can think of anyone else who might have been around at that time,

- can you call our office? - Of course.

I wish I could do more.

You've done plenty, sir.

- Thank you. - Mm-hm.

Thank you.

I have not had any luck finding our mystery photographer.

Everyone we should be asking is in Vietnam.

Contact Sabatino at the agency. He may be able to help you.

I gotta check in with the assistant director.

Should I be coming with you?

- No. - Of course not.

We need you here doing what you do best.

Plus, somebody's gotta keep this place safe while I'm gone.

- All right. I'll see what I can do. - Okay.

Thanks, Sam.

Enter.

Wow, you're cutting it close, huh?

Yeah, we're out the door. I just wanted to say thank you.

Oh, you can save your apologies, Agent Callen.

I didn't say I was apologizing.

Oh, well, baby steps.

We'll keep you informed of any progress.

That would be nice for a change.

We should get going.

You should. And good luck.

Thank you.

- We're good to go? - Yeah.

- Let's go get Hetty. - Let's doit.

After the war, some of us stayed behind to secure American interests.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.

Enough back-story.

I'm more interested in current events.

People are so impatient these days.

You know, we didn't have computers and cell phones then.

Enough with memory lane.

Heh. We did have some wonderful gadgets though.

Stop stalling, or it's tiger time.

This is important.

Back then, we understood

the value of information.

The more you knew, the more valuable you were.

Also, the higher the security risk.

So we took steps to ensure

that information never fell into enemy hands.

Well, it's a brave new world.

Yes, but I'm an old-fashioned girl.

The things we did back then were better.

You may think they were old-fashioned, but they worked.

Back then, they'd pull a molar...

replace it with a fake tooth with a cyanide capsule inside.

You know, in the event that you were...

captured.

That's just Cold War folklore.

Oh, I see.

Is it?

- Open your mouth! Open it! - Aah!

Damn!