All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S11 E03 Eng Sub

Hold, please.

Hi.

Thank you.

Sure. Which floor?

One, please.

You work on seven? Yes.

I find this on seven.

You know this person?

How you doing?

You use a cell phone.

What's that got to do
with anything?

You send e-mails
instead of letters.

You send texts
instead of phone calls.

You use an app
instead of cash.

Most of the aspects

of your modern life
have been digitized.

All the more reason to do
something the old-fashioned way.

What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid of anything.

I-I just think it's unnatural.

I get it.

A lot of people
have a fear of the unknown,

especially
as they're getting older.

Oh. Leave it to a mathlete
to think that an-an algorithm

is better at dating
than they are.

Oh, no, no, no,
I'm not talking about me.

Let's be honest, G.
Joelle, Anna,

Iliana, Akiko.
How could it do worse?

Number one,
you cannot count Akiko.

Okay?

Her boss put a contract
out on my head.

That doesn't mean
she had to collect on it. And two,

you of all people should know

that the more complicated
an algorithm,

the greater likelihood
of human error.

Hey, cease-fire.

Speaking of human error.

Okay, I just got

a frantic call from Hetty.

Where is she? Uh, don't know,

don't matter.
Well, a little bit.

Maybe a little.
I... Anyway, not important.

What is important is
that Hetty approved

a request
from Admiral Kilbride.

He wants us to provide
a protection detail

for a current operation.

What's the operation? Uh, he wouldn't say.

Who are we protecting?
He didn't say.

Well, what
would he say?

Uh, well, he gave me an address

for a hotel room downtown
and a room number.

All right, when does he want us?

Now.

Now? Now. Like,
now, now.

Like, as in, like,
he's waiting for you now.

Oh, and he said wear suits.

Apparently, "urgent" doesn't
mean the same thing it did

when I was your age.

We literally just found out.

I guess "literally" doesn't mean
the same thing, either.

What's going on, Admiral?

Who are we protecting?

Me.
You?

You have a problem with that?

Of course not.

Who are we protecting you from?

I don't know yet.

This makes no sense.

Why would Hetty approve
our involvement

without telling us
what we're involved in?

Why does Hetty do half
the things she does?

It's not the first time.
It's not the first hundred.

True, but one of the things
she's good at is protecting us,

and that usually involves
providing us

with enough information
to do so.

I got the feeling
that this whole thing

is unraveling
in real time.

Which is why we need the 411.

Beale, I am
an intelligence analyst.

I can't analyze if I ain't
got the intel, you dig?

Okay, I dig, Gidget.

Look, we'll get the sitrep
once the team gets on the scene.

All right?
How do you think I feel?

I'm a technical operator.

Seniortechnical operator.

Senior technical operator.
Thank you very much.

You're welcome. And I
can't technically operate

without knowing all, uh,

the oper...
the operations technic...

Well... Let me try this again.

Yeah.

My skills as, uh,
an operat...

uh, someone who technically
operates can't... is...

Can't operate without knowing

the technicalities.

There it is. Blye for the win.

You guys online?

Yeah. Unfortunately.

But in solidarity, I'm a
detective who finds it hard

to detect unless I understand
what it is I'm detectiving.

The word is "detecting."

There's no such thing
as "detectiving," Sherlock.

Uh, wrong. The word
"detective" actually comes

from the Latin word
detectivus...

Uh... which means to uncover
through deductive means.

And then that was
translated into Old English

about 135 years later, and
that became "detectiving."

So, Special Agent
Kensi Blye...

Is not buying into your BS,
so excuse me.

You're wearing a suit?
Did you know he was

gonna wear a suit? No one told
me there would be a dress code.

You coming in? Oh, yeah.

I'm coming in.

Whoa. Why do I feel like
I'm about to be pitched

a timeshare opportunity?

Stop talking,
start listening.

Agents Callen and Hanna
will accompany me.

Where?

That is a good question.

He still hasn't told us
where we're going.

I don't have time
to get into details.

All you need to know right now
is these two are my muscle

and you two are my babysitters.

Okay. Who are we babysitting?

Make a hole.

So, what... Ah.

That's a big baby.

I really hope
this is work-related.

Who is he?

Remember two seconds ago,

when I said I don't have time
for details?

Yeah, but it's... Okay.

I'm sorry. What is...? And for the love of
G. Gordon Liddy,

don't fall
for anything stupid.

If he starts bleeding,
ignore him.

If he has a seizure,
ignore him.

Even if he stops breathing...

Ignore him? That doesn't seem like the best

babysitting advice
I've ever gotten. Grab that bag.

Let's go.
Come on, let's go.

The only place
we're going is home

unless you tell us why
the hell we're here.

I just told you.

These two are watching him,
and you two are coming with me.

Not until you tell us
where and why.

I don't know where.

But the why
is to try and buy back

a missing
Naval Intelligence officer

who is about to be sold
to one of our enemies.

Which enemy?

You don't even know.

Let's get one thing straight.

I was doing this back when
you were still trying to decide

whether you wanted
to be a spaceman or a cowboy

when you grew up.

Well, Callen is a
good cowboy name.

I thought so.
So any information

I choose to share with you
is at my discretion.

That's why it's called
"need to know."

And right now,
all you need to know...

No, no.
You know what?

At this point, I don't care.

Come, stay. I don't give a damn.

Hell, on second thought,

all of you just stay here
and order room service,

and that way, you can Instagram
your breakfast

to all your snowflake friends

so that everybody can know
everything that's going on

in everyone's bloody day.

Somebody should seriously think
about switching to decaf.

Just to clarify,
we can order room service, then?

No.Can I rent a movie?

No.Can I...

Find out who
Bedroom Boy is.

Will do. Eric, Nell,

look into anything on missing
Naval Intelligence officers.

Already on it.
Yep.

This should be fun. Oh, yeah.

Be safe.

You know, he didn't say
anything about the mini-fridge,

and Cheetos at 40 bucks
a bag taste so good.

What do you want?

So, what's in your bag?

It's not my bag.

It belongs to the guy
in the room.

His name is David Conklin.

But until I tell you otherwise,

I'm David Conklin
and you two are my bodyguards.

So, you're not gonna tell
us what's in the bag, huh?

12 million euros
in Dutch bearer bonds.

I can't find a single report

of a missing
Naval Intelligence officer.

Did you contact SECNAV's office?

Yeah, and they said
they'd "get back" to me.

Okay, did you mention
that a sailor's life might be

in jeopardy, not to mention
the proprietary information

that he or she may have
had access to?

Kens, yes.

And they're basically
ignoring me.

Okay, that's weird.

Unless they're sitting on it.

To what end?

Well, whoever the Navy
has working on this

may not want to alert
the kidnappers

that they know
the officer is missing.

I mean, it buys them some time.

Would've helped if
Admiral Kilbride gave us a name.

Yeah. No kidding.

Uh, what about this Conklin guy?

Oh, that's Nell's department.

I'll let you know
as soon as I know anything.

All right. Thanks, buddy.

Okay.

I'm not trying to tell you
how to live your life,

but you got to stop moving
so much.

You're making my picture blurry.

And one selfie.
Look at that.

I'll send those to Nell, see
if we can get a positive I.D.

I'm sorry, I don't
speak duct tape.

I think he wants you
to take off said duct tape.

Oh, you want me to take off the
duct tape? Why didn't you just

tell me you wanted me
to take off the duct...

I'll just take off
the duct tape. Just kidding.

I'm not taking off
the duct tape.

You'll start screaming and
yelling like a crazy person.

You won't scream
like a crazy person?

No. Uh-uh.

How do I trust you?

I think he just
called me a whore.

Okay, sir, you know what?
You need to relax your body.

You're safe with us, okay?

No, she's right.
She's right.

You may not have been
with the grumpy old guy,

but you're definitely safe
here with us now.

Just, um, out of curiosity,
did he find you

in this state of undress,
or did he take your clothes off?

Okay, are you saying

that you're not safe with us?

So then, by correlation,
are we not safe here with you?

Yes, we are safe with you?

No, we're not
safe with you.

Mm-hmm. No, we are not, yes,
we are safe with you not...

Okay, stop. I think it's a double entendre.
I think we're safe.

We have to get out
of here right now.

And why is that? Just get me out of here.

I will tell you everything
I know, I swear.

I don't care where you take me,

but we have
to leave immediately.

We're not going anywhere. Oh,
good, then we're all gonna die.

Never should've
taken the tape off.

You never take the tape off.

Put it back on. I'm gonna...

How do you know
this is the place?

It was in Conklin's phone. Can I see that?

Eric, I'm sending you a call
from Conklin's phone.

See what you can dig out of it.

Cool. We got a warrant?

Eric wants to know if
we have a warrant.

Yes. Great. Can I see it?

And no, he can't see it.

What is this guy's deal?

Does anything about him
seem off to you?

This whole thing
seems off to me.

Hey. I got access
to Conklin's phone.

Great. You find anything?

More than I expected.

Oh, yeah? Me, too.

Yeah? Mm-hmm.

David Conklin's just
one name this guy has.

I have no idea
who he really is.

Hey, Kens, are you seeing
and hearing this?

Well...

Really?

Oh. I'm sorry.

Uh, sorry, Nell.
No, not you; Deeks.

Life in a robe
is so comfy.: Oh, my gosh.

Okay. Uh,
s-so what does he do?

Well, that depends
on his chosen alias.

Uh, Brian Foster
is a librarian in Utah.

Uh, Mike Edwards is a freelancer
from Clearwater, Florida.

And John Kennedy is
a screenwriter from Hollywood.

Oh, interesting. What has he
written? They're all fake, babe.

Still gonna look up
his IMDB page just to be sure.

Okay. We'll send you

prints and dental.
Maybe you can find a match.

Oh, I got a good idea.

There is, uh, actually
a Clif Bar in the mini fridge.

We could have him bite into it,
then take a dental imprint.

That would probably
only take half the bar,

so we could split the rest of it
like Lady and the Tramp.

Instead of a piece of spaghetti,
it would be oatmeal raisin.

Or... Mm.

We could just, um,
take a photo of his teeth.

You know? Gross.

Yeah.
Take that thing off.

You don't have to ask me twice.

Why does an abandoned building
have security cameras?

Find out what you can

on this building, Eric.

See if you can
get eyes inside.

Yeah. Copy that.

Who is it?

David Conklin.

You don't look like
David Conklin.

That's the whole point,
Einstein.

Don't make me regret
coming here.

Screw it. Let's go.

What happened to
"if at first you don't succeed"?

I am not walking around
with the equivalent

of over 13 and a half million
U.S. dollars for amateur hour.

Come on in, gentlemen.

One at a time,
please.

Leave your belongings
in the security boxes.

Everything will be returned
to you when you leave.

Like I said,
everything in the bin.

Oh, boy. Callen and Sam
just went offline.

We lost their cell signals
and earwigs.

Can you reboot them?

Uh, nothing's
responding.

God, that whole building
is a SCIF.

Mm.We're deaf and blind.

I bet Garter Socks
knows what's in there.Mm-hmm. Hey.

Ow.Where are they meeting him?

Too late. We're dead.

We're not dead. I'm sure
it's just housekeeping.

That's not housekeeping.
I got two sketchy guys.

What are the chances
they're working for whoever.

Callen, Sam and Kilbride
are meeting?

Well, if they are
and they come in here

and find him,
everybody's cover is blown,

which means we need
to get out of here now.

Come on.

Go, go, go. I got you.

I got you. I got you.

- This is hotel security.
- We'd like to speak with you.

Please open the door.

All right, let's go.
Okay.

I think he wants to go first. No, wait!

Wait, wait, wait!
I-I-I can't swim!

Don't worry. The fall
will probably kill you.

What? No! No! One, two, three!

That's gonna leave a mark.

Okay.
Okay. Oh, geez.

Open the door! All right.

Jump!

Let's go! Let's go!

Hi. Hi. Hotel spa
is having a special

on hot water massage.
I highly recommend it.

You know, they did a great job

getting all those parts nice
and shiny and spanking new.

Wait here.
It'll just be a moment.

Would've been nice to have known
about some of these details.

We could've had backup
waiting for us outside.

Backup?

You think I had backup
in Nicaragua? Iran?

Rhodesia?

That's quite a résumé.

Not to mention they were all
illegal U.S. operations.

And now here we are without
weapons or communication.

30 seconds without a gun or 911,
and you're complaining

like Kim Kardashian
without her bubbly water.

Did he really just equate
me to Kim Kardashian?

I'm, uh, surprised
he knows who she is.

Okay.
You can come in now.

No, no, no. Only one of them
goes with you.

That's not how this works.

Then you can all leave.

I'll stay out here.

You know, I used to be
pretty good at that game.

Even won a couple of e-sport
online tournaments.

Dude. You?

Don't be an idiot.
Of course not. I'm an adult.

That's funny.

You want to keep playing
with yourself or make a deal?

Walking a thin line, my friend.

You know, in my day, when
someone walked into the room,

you stood up,
you addressed them, like a man.

All right. All right.

This man enough for you?

Oh, that's a big gun.

You compensating
for something?

I could blow your head
clean off.

Yeah, right.

If you doubt me...

you don't know me.

What the hell is that,
a catchphrase?

You sound like
a bad '60s cologne ad.

Now I'll tell you
what I know, Sparky:

Ray Charles and
Stevie Wonder

can wear sunglasses indoors.

Everyone else looks like an ass.

And the way you're holding
that revolver proves to me

that you've never even fired it.

Oh, you think so? I know so.

You can't shoot that
thing one-handed.

Not with those
pipe cleaners.

I've seen bigger arms
on Somali pirates.

You know who I am?

What are you doing?

Well, I'm trying to give you
12 million euros

in bearer bonds for Jess Adams.

Now, I know that's gonna
blow all the other offers

out of the water and give you
exactly what you want.

What do I want?

Hours of playing
with your big gun

in front of your computer.

But you don't get any of it
if you shoot me.

Stop talking crap, or I will.

Oh, good,
you get to change.

What? No thank-you
for saving your life?

Saving my life?

Look at my belly.

It's like a
third-degree burn.

That was one hell
of a belly flop.

Feels like I have
internal organ damage.

My spleen is throbbing.

You actually think
you can feel your spleen?

When it's throbbing, yeah.

Can I get some clothes, please?

Absolutely.
We'll get you some clothes

as soon as you tell us who it is
that chased us off the balcony.

And who you were going to
pay off with those bearer bonds.

No.

No? That's it?

Yes.

Okay. Well, that makes it
easy... no clothes.

What... That's torture.
And coercion.

I'm pretty sure that doesn't
rise to the level of torture.

You know what?
Combined with a bruised spleen

and untreated skin burns,
I think it does.

Hey, your spleen is fine.

How about a deal
in exchange for leniency?

Our friends are
in that building.

We want to know
what they're walking into.

Oh, oh, they're inside?

And you have no idea
what's going on?

That's why we're asking you.

You help us, can go a long way
at the time of sentencing.

Oh, wait, sentencing?

Uh, yeah, that's the part
where the judge tells you

how long you're going to be
in jail for.

Oh, a-and that's the part that
comes after committing a crime?

I got to be honest, as a lawyer,

I am floored by your grasp
of the legal system.

Okay, Michael Cohen,
let me ask you this.

What crime did I commit?

Well, for starters,

those sock garters. Huh?

Fashion police.

I'm pulling you over!

Tell us you have something.

Well, we still
have no idea

who the real
David Conklin is,

but we're pretty sure
none of his aliases

would have 12 million
in euro in a gym bag.

What about our missing
Naval Intelligence officer?

Well, no one
from Intelligence

has been
reported missing,

but even if the Navy
is sitting on this,

someone didn't show up
for work today,

so we did
a little digging.

There is one
intelligence officer.

Uh, her name is Jess Adams.

She went on extended leave
yesterday.

Okay, what does she do?

She's the Navy's
Intelligence Liaison with DARPA.

That gives her access to all the
military's top secret research.

That makes sense why the Navy
doesn't want it out

that she's missing.

More importantly,
Jess Adams has dossiers

on all the scientists
and engineers

working those
top secret projects.

We're talking
personal information,

home addresses, family
members. Oh, yeah, it's bad.

Making them all
incredibly vulnerable

for being compromised.

Yeah, Jess Adams is definitely
the vein to the mother lode

of all military secrets.
How much you think that's worth?

I mean,
the average ransom

paid for a Westerner
in the Middle East

is around three million bucks.

If you're getting that
for an oil executive,

I'd say 14 million's about right
for an intelligence officer.

Wow. Have Callen and Sam
come back online?

Um, not yet.

So we're buying
back Jess Adams.

I mean, this is
high-stakes poker.

Yep, and Kilbride's bluffing
because he's not Conklin.

This Hail Mary can go wrong
20 different ways.

I think we need to
back them up. Yeah.

Oh, and, guys, this building
has serious surveillance.

If you get spotted,

it could be the 21st way
for this thing to go wrong.

Understood.

Hey, look, keep looking
into Conklin.

My guess, he's a middleman
for some nefarious foreign power

trying to get
into Adams' head.

Yeah, and see if he
has any connections

to the usual suspects:
Russia, Iran, China.

Oh, we're all over it, and
address is on your phones.

Perfect. Thanks.
Deuces.

Okay.

We could make this work
for 12 million euros.

Tell your boss
thank you.

I wasn't talking to my boss.
I'm the boss.

I was crunching the numbers.

Yeah, and I'm Sandy Duncan.

Who?

Never mind.
Just get on with it.

All right, so here's how
it's gonna go down.

You're gonna leave
half the bonds with us

as a show of good faith.

If we have no better offers
within the next 48 hours,

we'll make the exchange
for the other half.

No way in hell.

Excuse me?

If I'm paying, I say how
this is gonna go down.

Really?

Yeah, this is a one-time offer.

If I walk out that door,
you'll never see me again.

Got to say,
that wouldn't break my heart.

I know this
might be hard for you,

but we're going to do this
like grown-ups.

You produce Jess Adams now,
I give you the bearer bonds.

Fast, fair, no BS.

How did you live so long
with a mouth like that?

I'm out. Go back
to your games.

You know, I could just
take that money,

kill you and your men,

and still sell
Jess Adams

for a ridiculous
profit.

So leave half, go home,

drink your prune juice
or whatever you do,

and maybe I'll call you back.

Come on, old man.
You know I'm right.

Do not cross me.

Sam, it's me!

Uh, no, no.

With me, quickly.

They're coming out now.

Move, move.

It's Deeks. Go, go! Move, move.

Let him go!

Move.

Come on, baby.

Moving!

Yee-haw!
Let's go, baby, go!

'Sup, Buttercup?
Brought you a friend.

Do you have any
idea who I am?

Yes, you're the guy who's gonna
tell us where Jess Adams is.

I'm not saying anything
without my lawyer.

Oh, see, that's
where you're wrong.

You're gonna tell us
exactly where Jess Adams is,

or we're gonna treat you
like a terrorist

in the worst way possible.

You don't scare me. No?

They threw me off
a hotel balcony.

And we like him.

I mean, fractionally. Where is she?

I want my phone call.

You got a phone? You took it.

Oh, well, I guess then
you don't get a call.

You have to.
It's the law. Tell her.

I must be allowed my phone call.

With what? You just said
you had no phone.

I know my rights. Great.

Remember the one
about remaining silent?

Let's focus on that one,
shall we?

Enough, Kilbride.
We want answers.

Oh, geez. That doesn't sound good.

All right, you two play nice,
indoor voices, and, uh,

no poking each other
in the private parts.

This ends now.

Now, wouldn't that
be nice?

Look, we agreed to help you,

but you need to bring us
up to speed.

Well, what can I say,
boys and girls?

It's a brave new world.

The drugs, money
and guns of yesteryear

have all been replaced with I.P.

You do know what
I'm talking about?

I don't.

Intellectual property.
Ones and zeros.

Our enemies know
that getting their hands

on our top secret military
technology is difficult,

if not impossible,
but they have begun to realize,

why steal the weapon

when you can just grab
the guy who designed it?

Or woman.

So, where's Jess Adams now?

Ask him. He was the one
trying to sell her.

And you know this how?

Conklin
is an arms broker.

He puts people and
weapons together,

and he was rumored
to have access to a Tsirkon.

Zircon? The evil master
of the universe, Zircon?

What is wrong with him?

3M22 Tsirkon.

It's a Russian-made scramjet
hypersonic cruise missile.

It's capable of Mach 6... that's
over 4,500 miles per hour.

Fast enough to render

all of our current
countermeasures ineffective.

Wow, Big And Tall is smart, too.

How exactly would he
get his hands on that?

That's one of the things
I was hoping to find out.

Instead, it turns out
that he was shopping

for one of our brightest
young military minds.

So the $12 million
in bearer bonds

was to buy Jess Adams? At least part of it.

The other guy's the one that
kidnapped her? Who is he?

His name is Adnan Das,

son of Vihaan Das,
a self-made billionaire

who made his fortune
in the arms trade,

legal and otherwise.

And this Adnan kid, he's just
trying to, what, impress Daddy?

Mm, maybe.

I can guarantee you that the old
man not only knows about this,

he's probably
the one behind it.

The kid's being groomed
to take over the business.

It's easier to transport a
human being than it is a weapon.

Now you're catching on.

There are a lot
of foreign powers that would pay

to take a look inside
Jess Adams' head.

So, where is she?

They could be holding her
inside that facility.

Ooh, I sincerely hope not.

They torched the building
soon after you left.

Guess we can cancel
the search warrant.

So they still have Jess Adams,

and we have no idea
where they are now.

Not to mention
Conklin's 12 million.

They got away
with that, too.

Well, we do have one thing
they don't have.

Friendship?

We have him.

We trade Vihaan Das
his son for Jess Adams.

That could work.

All right, how do we find him?

That's the easy part. He doesn't
exactly keep a low profile.

In fact, he posts more often

than your average
Hollywood celebutante.

His last IG post was 11 minutes
ago on the golf course.

Sounds like we're
headed to the links.

Can we help you?

Yeah, we need to speak
to your boss there.

Well, he's busy.
And this is a private course.

If you'd like
to speak with Mr. Das,

you can call his office
and make an appointment.

Would you say that's
arrogance or ignorance?

Annoyance.Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I can
see that.

We don't want any
problems, all right?

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.Fellas.

Just...
Just-just easy.

All right, well, two on one
hardly seems fair.

Guys, guys. You
think a little...

Mr. Das.

Thanks for taking your time. I couldn't
pick a club.

I went with the wedge.

Lot of guys would've
used a driver there.

Yeah, you don't know
what you're talking about.

What the hell is this?

Vihaan Das.

And who are you?

We're two of the guys
that have your son.

What are you talking about?

Adnan? The, uh,
wannabe gangster.

Kind of
a mouth breather.

What do you want?

Jess Adams.

I don't know who that is.

Oh, no? Well, I suggest
you find out real quick

if you ever want
to see your son again.

No, no, no. You-you
can keep that.

You have an hour.

We'll call you with
details for the exchange.

Nice day, gentlemen.

Hey, I think he bought it.
He's making a call.

Let me know who he calls
and where they are.

We're all over it. We can track
him with the phone you gave him,

listen in,
even access the camera.

Kens, Deeks, we're a go.

Hey, Adnan, get up.

No sleeping in interrogation.

This is not gonna get you
out of it. Adnan, wake up.

Wait a minute.
I don't have a pulse.

Take the cuffs off.

Come on. Got it.

Yep, there's no breath.

Call 911.On it.

Oh, great.

Thank you, gentlemen. You got it.

What happened?

Well, we have no idea.

Could've been a stroke
or cardiac arrest.

Won't know until we
have an autopsy report.

Well, I didn't do it.

I couldn't have gotten to him
if I wanted to.

He just stopped breathing.

What did you say?

Why didn't you say
something earlier?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Why wouldn't I want to help you?

Oh, that's right, you threw me
off a hotel balcony.

One time. Get over it.

Well, this sucks.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What about him?

He's not going anywhere.

No... oh, no, no, no, no.

You can't leave me in here
with a dead body.

What if I'm being exposed to
the same thing that killed him?

Why don't you try
holding your breath?

Now what do you
want to do?

I'm working on it.

What's the problem?

Well, in case
you weren't paying attention,

our only leverage just died.

His father doesn't know that.

I'm pretty sure,
if we showed up with a corpse,

he'd figure it out.

You know,
I really am starting to think

that you guys are the greatest
generation... of whiners.

One little hiccup,
and the sky

is falling.

I spent six weeks in a tiger
cage in Laos, up to my neck

in fetid water and my own waste,
and I never complained once.

Wow. You ever considered
writing for Hallmark?

Actually, we only
need Vihaan to think

his son is alive long enough
to get Jess Adams back safely.

Okay. How do you
suggest we manage that?

Oh, come on.

You superglue his eyelids open
and you tie some fishing line

around his neck to keep his head
from flopping...

Have you never done this before?

The coroner
tends to frown

on those shenanigans.

Then call in a favor.

He scares me.

A young woman's life
is at stake,

not to mention
national security,

and the guy's already dead,
so he's not gonna mind.

As long as Vihaan brings
Jess Adams to the meeting,

we'll get her
out of there.

Where do you want to do this?

Golf course.

Are you kidding? No.

Does nobody except me
think that's a stupid idea?

I'm sorry, sir,

so, uh, the golf course
is the stupid idea,

but this whole Weekend at
Bernie'stheme is not?

The golf course
is not a good idea.

But that's why it'll work. Thank you.

Vihaan will think
we don't know what we're doing.

He'll feel at home.
He'll be even more convinced

he has the upper hand.

That gives us the advantage.

As long as we don't tell him the
exact meeting spot until after

he gets there, he won't have
time to get into position.

And the openness
of the golf course

allows us to see if anybody's
approaching and provides me

with an open line of
sight for my long gun.

Well, don't look at me.

Last course I golfed on had
a windmill on it, and I birdied.

Also, I love Weekend at Bernie's,
so, uh, yeah.

I'm in.

Kens?

All clear and in position.

Deeks?

I'm Tiger ready.

Showtime.

They got Jess.

I don't see anybody else.

Eric, Nell?

Yeah, we've got
a drone online,

but it's all clear.

Where is he? Where's my son?

Let her go.

Not until I see my son.

Bring him in.

She walks to us,
drives away.

We give you your son.

No one gets hurt.

Adnan, you okay?

He's been told to
keep his mouth shut.

I want to speak to him.

You guys can spend

a whole afternoon at Legoland,
but let her go first.

Adnan?!

He's not talking.

Kens?

I'm on it.

Enough talking.
We got a deal or not?

Not.

Wrong answer.

Stay down.

We're clear. Deeks?

You okay? Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.

Okay. Clear!

All clear.

Okay, do you guys need
anything on our end?

I think we're
all good. Thanks.

Hey, um, would it be cool
if I, uh,

buzzed you guys with
the drone?

Like Maverick does in Top Gun
with the tower?

If you do that, the next person
to see that drone

will be your proctologist.

Hey.
How's Jess Adams? Hey.

A little shaken up,
but she's better now.

Her family was waiting for her
at the hospital.

Hospital? Is she okay? Oh, she's fine.

We just wanted her
looked over to be safe.

Oh, my God.

I just realized we left Conklin
handcuffed in the boatshed.

Eh, he's fine.
Agent Castor's with him.

That's true. He doesn't really
seem like the kind of person

that would chew
his arm off to escape.

What kind of person
does seem like that?

These two.

Right.
Yeah, I can see that.

So, I take it we finally got
rid of, uh, Kilbride, huh?

What's his deal, anyway?

I mean, he's just such a... What's my deal?

Hey.

Didn't see you there.
You know what?

Well, you know what your deal...
your deal is?

Your deal is that you're covert

and stealthy, which are
super a-admirable qualities,

which is fitting because
you are indeed an admiral.

Which sounds similar to...

Anyway, um, but I-I am not
stealthy, clearly.

I'm not stealthy.
But, um, I do...

I am not an admiral, either.

But you are, and I do
have admirable qualities,

which are... but, like,
a small "A," not a big "A."

How long will he
go on like this?

Days, weeks.

Years. Mm.

Well, I suppose I should
thank you for helping today.

That was very heartwarming.

I may start to blush.

Don't push it. I don't
play well with others.

I don't know. I think we
made a pretty good team.

Good enough. Or maybe
we just got lucky.

Well, on that triumphant vote
of confidence, we should have

a congratulatory
celebration... Oh!

At everybody's
favorite watering hole,

courtesy of
its most generous bartender.

Yeah. What do you think,
Admiral?

You want to have a drink
at our bar?

- You own a bar?
- Yeah.

The Squid & the Dagger. Yeah.

That's right. I'm surprised
you haven't heard of it,

because it's, uh,
you know, it's trending.

Trending to do what?

What? It's not trending
to do anything.

It's just trending.
You know what I mean?

Trending, on the social media.

I'm more of an anti-social media
kind of guy.

Like we're surprised.

Don't worry about it, Admiral.

Deeks will explain it all to you
over an ice cold beer.

That, I understand.