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This is the person
you want to talk to.

Her name is Zasha Gagarin.

Why would a Russian
agent talk to us?

Kapitan Gonchgarov,

speak with me for the safety

of your crew!

You blew up the plane?

For the record,
they did.

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Out of the car!

Morning.

Hey.

Do we have a case?

Not sure. This, uh,

SUV was tailing
me this morning.

Any idea
who it might be?

Well, that's what
I'm trying to find out.

It's not
the first time lately

I thought someone
was following me.

Can you run this trace
for me?

I got something
I got to take care of.

Yeah. Yeah,
of course.

Thanks. Let me know
if you find anything.

Will do.

Should I alert
the team?

Let's wait
and see what you find.

Maybe I'm getting paranoid.

Special Agent Callen.

What brings you here today?

Routine NCIS business.

Nice seeing you again.

You're here to
meet with someone

from the National
Counterterrorism Center.

And you know this...?

Because I've been
appointed by the ODNI

to lead the task force
on foreign infiltration.

Wow.

Isn't this my lucky day.

So why do you want to see
Oleg Barinov?

Guess I'm just looking
for answers like everyone else.

Trying to figure out
why his captain did what he did.

Defect?

There are easier ways
to get here.

That is true.

This way, please.

For the record,

you're probably
wasting your time.

In three months,
they've never said a word.

What about
to their Russian counsel?

We were never witness
to those conversations.

Put your weapon
and your phone here.

Were they allowed
to make phone calls?

Only when they were
with their counsel,

and we weren't privy
to those either.

Good luck.

How you doing, Oleg?

Good to see you again.

We're good now.

I'd like to speak
to my friend alone,

if that's all right.

Sit?

You looking forward
to seeing your family?

Of course you are.

I'm sure they are very excited
to have you back home.

Look, I was a little surprised
that...

none of the rest of you wanted
to seek asylum.

I think it's
probably something

our government
could have managed.

Maybe even arranged to have
your family brought back here.

I'm not saying
it would be easy,

but...

in exchange for some...

cooperation...

I'm not a traitor.

Of course you're not.

I respect that.

Do you consider your captain
a traitor?

You know, he took a deal to
stay here in this country.

I mean, he put you and the rest
of the crew in serious jeopardy.

He could have killed all of you,
the way he landed that plane.

Don't you think that was
a little selfish of him?

Well...

thanks for not blowing us all up.

Have a safe trip
back and, uh,

a good life, Oleg.

I mean that.

I'm done.

Agent Callen.

Captain Gonchgarov

is a true patriot.

Not much of a talker,
is he?

What else
can you tell me about him?

Has a son. Dima.

Wife works at a
pharmaceutical lab.

We never get
more than that.

Mm.

You were with the CIA
prior to joining NCIS.

I was.

And you spent most
of your time in Russia

during your tenure
with them.

It was mostly in Ukraine.

Some people
would consider that Russia.

Well, I know quite
a few Ukrainians

who would disagree with you.

Hmm.

Your birth name is
Grisha Aleksandrovich Nikolaev.

That's about as Russian
as they come.

And I was always told
it was Irish.

Your father,

Nikita Aleksandrovich
Reznikov,

-was a KGB agent.
-Yes, he was,

until he became disillusioned
with the Soviet Union's ideology

and decided to work with the CIA

to help defectors escape
the Iron Curtain.

Your current girlfriend,

Anna Kolcheck, is also Russian.

Where is she?

I have no idea?

You don't know
-where your girlfriend is?
-Nope.

I'm starting to think
we're broken up.

And her father,

Arkady Kolcheck,

is also a former KGB agent.

Yeah. Difficult
to believe sometimes but yes.

Wow. It's like Keeping Up with
the Kremlinwith your family.

Look,

I'm sorry that you and I got off
on the wrong foot back there.

I know you're frustrated
that you weren't able

to get through to Oleg
and his crew.

I tried, too.

I don't know about the captain,
but I can tell you, this...

crew, they seem like
very nice young airmen

that are just trying
to make a living

and want to go back home
to their families.

So, trust me, they
are not a threat.

Could you open
the door, please?

We're not finished here.

Seriously?

What else do you want?

I want to know how long you've
been working for the Russians.

Grisha.

Hey, Sam.

Hey. Where is everybody?

Uh, Kensi and Deeks
had an appointment

and should be
here soon.

Rountree is in San Diego giving
a deposition on El Centro.

And Callen was here earlier
but took off to go do something.

I tried to call him
on the way in.

He didn't pick up.

That may not be good.

-Why's that?
-Nothing.

Maybe.

-I don't know.
-Fatima.

Okay, Callen said that he was
maybe being tailed this morning,

and apparently it's not
the first time as of late.

And he asked me if I could try
and find the vehicle, but...

Why am I
-just finding this out now?
-Well, he wasn't certain

and-and wanted to see
what I could find first.

Straight to voice mail.
Where's his phone?

It's off-line.

Where's his car?

-Off-line, too.
-Son of a bitch.

And you have no idea
-where he was going?
-No.

Sorry.

It's not your fault.
He should've told you.

All right, I'm-a give Kensi
and the others a heads-up.

Find the last known location
of his phone or his car.

On it.

Two years ago, your missing
girlfriend was in prison,

until she broke out with a
fellow inmate named Kate Miller,

who-- surprise, surprise--
turned out to be

a Russian operative
named Katya Miranova.

If you know that,
then you also know

Anna was put into that prison
as part of an undercover op.

What are the chances
of me getting a coffee?

91 days ago,

members of your NCIS team
made contact

with a known Russian operative.

Zasha Gagarin.

She gave us the names of
the people on board the plane.

Why would
a foreign spy

just give you information?

Because we paid her.

Spying for Russia doesn't
afford her the lifestyle

that she's come to enjoy here.

Apparently, communist ideology

is no match
for a Neiman's shoe sale.

What makes you think
Moscow wouldn't just give you

the information
they wanted you to have?

We considered that.

But it was a risk that
we were willing to take,

given the circumstances.

Circumstances that saw your team

capture the plane's captain
and crew members

while you blew up
the strategic bomber

and all the valuable intel
it could have afforded us.

-I didn't blow up the plane.
-Mm.

Oleg and his crewmate did.

All of which is in the
after action report.

Yes. And according
to said AAR,

even your partner,
Special Agent Osama Hanna,

thought that allowing the plane
to be destroyed was a mistake.

I felt it more important

to save the lives of the
two young crewmen inside.

Mm.

Two more Russians.

Three, if you count yourself.

So, it's you
that's been following me?

No.

Right.

What's your real play here?

My play

is to keep this country secure
from foreign intervention.

Yeah, okay. Um...

I get that conspiracy theories
have replaced common sense

and intelligence
in a lot of people these days,

but I would expect more
out of a-a federal agency.

Well, this federal agency's
recent intelligence

has identified you
as a Russian asset.

I bet you write fan fiction
in your spare time.

But just out of curiosity,

what exactly is the source

of this, uh,
supposed intelligence?

I'm not at liberty
to reveal my sources.

How convenient.

But so far, we have verified
everything they've given us.

Callen's phone and vehicle

were last transmitting
from the Westwood area

in the vicinity
of the Federal Building.

Did he have an appointment
down there this morning?

Not that I'm aware
of. But if he did,

that would explain why
we're not receiving

any transmissions
from his phone--

if he's in a secure area.

Doesn't explain his car.

They don't have
an underground parking lot.

Do you have any idea
why he might have gone there?

Not unless
I'm forgetting something.

-Admiral Kilbride.
-Agent Hanna.

Special Agent Fatima Namazi,
this is Admiral Kilbride.

-Sir.
-Nice to meet you.

What brings you here, Admiral?

Well, it seems that your partner
has found himself

in the middle
of a witch hunt.

You know where Callen is.

He's being questioned by
the Center for Counterterrorism.

-About what?
-Being a Russian asset.

-Are you kidding me?
-Am I known for being a kidder?

How could anyone suspect Callen
of being a Russian agent?

Well, in case
you have been too busy surfing

or enjoying
your organic avocado toast,

there has been a bit of a...

power struggle
in this country lately.

I don't surf,
and I'm allergic to avocados.

Sir.

That explains
why we can't locate his car.

They probably impounded it

and have it in a secure area
being searched.

Why hasn't Callen contacted us
or-or asked for a lawyer?

That's not his style.

They think
they're interrogating Callen,

but he's the one
questioning them.

They just don't know it.

He'll play along
as long as he can

till he knows more about
what's going on than they do.

I alerted SECNAV, so she'll
be making some phone calls.

Until she gets him out,

we should send somebody
in there,

find out
what the hell is going on.

When were you first tipped off
about my, uh...

so-called Russian connections?

-What does it matter?
-I'm just trying

to understand the
timeline here.

Hmm.

Don't let me keep you

if you have
any more pressing engagements.

You ever consider

owning a bar, Marino?

I just think you, with
your sparkling personality

and dashing good looks,
you would crush it.

And, lucky for you, I
know a gold mine in Venice

that just popped
-on the market.
-Who the hell are you?

Martin Atticus Deeks.
Boom. Esquire.

What do you want?

I'd like to see my client,

the highly decorated
and incredibly well-respected

Special Agent G. Callen.

Yes, he's the guy you
have hiding behind one

of these taxpayer-funded,
faux-walnut doors.

But, since we're
asking questions, who,

pray tell, are you?

Agent Carlson,
Department of Justice.

Heading up a joint task force

for the Office of the Director
of National Intelligence.

Ah, the old DOJ
for the JTF for the ODNI?

Mm-hmm.

OMG, that's such a BFD.

-What are you doing?
-I just took a picture.

I wanted to make sure I
get the spelling right

for my friend Wolfy over at CNN.

He's such a stickler
for details and truth.

Who told you to come here?

Who told me to come here?

I... Can't
tell you that.

Because of
client-lawyer privileges.

You know,
all that pesky legal stuff

that you hate so much.

But I can tell you this

between you and I
'cause we're friends.

You're about to find out,
because your boss

is about to get a phone call
in three, two...

I am the boss.

Well, probably not
after this phone call.

And there he is.

How you holding up
there, tiger?

Oh, I'm sorry,
did you want to hang around?

Because, uh, I wanted to talk
to my client alone.

What are you doing here?

Thought you could use
a sandwich.

How did you ..., no.

Sneaky bastard.

Kilbride tipped us off.
What's going on?

Best I can tell, they are
hunting for a Russian mole.

So, they finally got you?

Not funny.

I don't know
if this is about me or Hetty

or someone else entirely,
but someone's convinced them

that I'm working
as a double agent.

Based on what?

Well, yeah. Sure, on paper,

that looks like a lot
of Russian influence.

Wow, that is a lot
of Russian influence.

There has always been a rumor

of a double agent
at the upper levels

of the U.S.
Intelligence Community.

I always thought
that was an urban legend.

We certainly hoped that it was.

Henrietta had come up
with a plan to smoke them out.

So, according
to Admiral Kilbride,

Hetty put a couple of agents
into Syria.

Then she began to disseminate

different information in
a very controlled matter

throughout our intelligence
community in Washington.

So, by monitoring

the movement of foreign troops,
we could figure out

where the leak was originating?

That was the plan.

-Did it work?
-Well, our people figured
they had enough data

to zero in on the culprit,

but they were grabbed
before they could get out.

Grabbed by who?

Assad's forces, most likely.

What we don't know
is if their cover was blown.

Because they were posing
as journalists,

it's possible the Syrians

still don't know
what they were doing there.

Hetty has been
softly negotiating their release

without tipping off
their true nature.

If this mole got spooked
or if we got close,

he could be using Callen
as a misdirect.

He is also
one of Hetty's prize protégés.

If he's in trouble,
that could cause her to back off

and delay her operation.

And it would also give
Moscow enough time

to remove their asset
or build in new elements

to protect their identity.

I'm guessing you're
more into robot pop.

Deeks, you don't
have any Kraftwerk

-in there, do you?
-Get out of here. Both of you.

So, I guess you got
the phone call?

Now. Before I change my mind.

You can, uh, keep
the sandwich.

It's a veggie on rye.

I asked Oleg today
if he thought

that his captain was a
traitor for defecting.

You know what
he said to me?

"Captain Gonchgarov
is a true patriot."

How do they figure that?
The guy defected.

I think he was trying
-to tell me something.
-Like what?

You know the amount of
time, money, planning,

that goes into getting a Russian
agent into the highest levels

of our intelligence
community.

I mean, it would be
an invaluable asset

that they would do
anything to protect.

Like accusing you
of being a double agent?

The old "I know you are,
but what am I?"

Think bigger than that.

They might even be
willing to sacrifice

a cold war-era
bomber and its crew.

"Captain Gonchgarov
is a true patriot."

Exactly. Just as Hetty
and the rest of them

start closing in on
this invaluable asset,

suddenly, a Russian bomber
appears on our shore?

I-It's just too easy.

Wait, so you think
the captain's working for SVR?

Makes a lot more sense
than a Russian captain

willing to risk his life
and that of his crew

in order to defect.

It's probably a Hail Mary
to deflect our focus.

There was probably just
enough intelligence on board

for us to believe
it was legitimate

and look
in a different direction

-of where their asset is.
-Well, the joke's on them,

'cause you screwed up that plan
when you blew up their plane.

That's not totally fair.

Sorry, when you let other people
blow up said plane.

We need to turn the tables
on this.

Wait, what? What are
we... what are we doing?

We have to flip this
to our advantage.

-Wait, h-how?
-Throw them off their game.

Force them to scramble without
giving them time to think.

Awesome. Do you want to
share with the other people

-what the plan is?
-I don't really have
a plan yet.

I'm still trying
-to figure that out.
-Sounds perfect.

Deeks, you get him out?

He what?!

Why the hell would he do that?

Hey, what's wrong?

Callen turned himself back in.

I'm sorry, what?

So, you've, uh,
had a change of heart.

I can help you identify

the Russian asset
you're looking for.

Why would I want
to cooperate with you?

You have nothing to lose.

And you might actually
come out of this a hero.

But I need to see
Captain Gonchgarov.

All right, what do we got?

Okay, these are all
the Russians we've dealt with

-over the years.
-Okay. Has to be somebody

-that we trust.
-Right.

Uh, in that case... No.

No. Probably not.

No.

Definitely not.

Nope.

-Oh, hell no.
-Hell no.

They have

-to be Russian?
-They do.

Him.

Are you sure?

Yep.

No!

Why does it have to be Kirkin?

Because we need someone

with legitimate
-Russian connections.
Okay, great.

What about Arkady?
-Everybody loves Arkady.
It can't be Arkady.

He has obvious links to Callen.

Yeah, but Kirkin?

Come on. He just...
He just makes me feel so...

Special?

Dirty.

Like a dirty bird.
It doesn't matter.

You know what?
It doesn't matter.

Even if we wanted to find him,
we couldn't,

'cause we have no idea
-where he is.
That's okay,

because Fatima already has
a location and sent it to you.

Fatima!

Sweetie, you are

the only one who can
convince him to work with us.

-Baby?
What?

Please?

Don't use that voice with me.

Okay, yes.

Thank you.

That's my baby honeypot.

That's right, I am.
I'm your little honeypot.

Remember that when he kills me.

Hello?

I have spent my entire life

serving this country.

What is wrong with you people?

I seem to recall you
convincing us

to use a dead body
on a golf cart as a decoy.

That was different.

This is a terrible plan.

A terrible plan is better
than no plan.

No, a terrible plan is
a terrible plan--

hence the "terrible" part.

Well, terrible plan or not,
it's the only plan we have.

The only chance we have of it
working is if it happens fast

and we force them
to react quickly.

You have all drunk
Hetty's Kool-Aid.

I don't understand
what's going on.

We're moving
your location.
Why?

It's for your protection.
I'll explain everything

once we get
-to the safe house.
-I thought I was safe here.

There's been an incident
that suggests otherwise.

Put your seat belt on.

Don't stop for anything.
Call me once he's secure.

Go, go, go!

Oh, get the hell off of me.

How you feeling, Admiral?

Besides the shame

of having you talked me
into this cockamamie plan?

Well, with all
due respect, Admiral,

I seem to remember you
convincing us to use a corpse

as a distraction.

One time I put a dead body
to good use,

and you people just
can't let it go.

Hell, we once emptied
the entire morgue

in Banja Luka to
create a whole...

Oh, never mind.
It was a different time.

Thankfully.

Thanks.

No. This is not working!

T-Take it off. I hate it.

I said, take it off!

Kirkin?

Hey, buddy.

Ah.

Marty!

Uh...

welcome to the House of Kirkin.

Nah, that's...
-I'm allergic to cashmere.
-Um, yeah,

Martin is an LAPD officer.

Not, actually, anymore.

They fired you?

No, no, I'm just, uh,

I'm working for NCIS
full-time now.

They fired you?

No. No, no, they didn't fire me.
I fired them.

Hah ...ah. Yeah.

And now he is a
very secret agent.

-I'm an investigator.
-Well, it's good to see you.

Yeah, no, it's good to...
-see you, too.
-But-but...

-what-what do you think?
-What-what do I...
what do I think?

What do I think about what?

I'm not even sure
what I'm looking at.

All my life...

...has been take, take, take,

take, and now ...u're a taker.

I'm trying to give back.

-Oh?
-With my art.

-Oh, with your art.
-Through my art and fashion.

F-Fashion?

I've become a
fashion designer.
Oh... my.

I always loved clothes and, uh,

mm, I have impeccable taste.

So why not share this

-with the world?
-Yeah, no, that's good.

-Yeah.
-Would you like to see

-some of my collection?
-Oh. Yeah, no,

I definitely
would like to see

th-the whole...
collection.

As much as I dread saying this,

I, uh...

I need a favor.

Of course, Martin.

You know you can
always count on me.

-Great.
-Yeah.

Perhaps we can help each other.

Okay.

Get out of the vehicle!

Get down.

On your knees!

Go!

Go, go, go!

Relax, Captain.

You're safe now.

What happened?

She swore
she didn't know anything.

Maybe she didn't.

The victim,
Navy Admiral Hollis Kilbride,

was shot and killed
while getting into his car.

There have been reports
that Kilbride was identified

as a Russian agent, but, so far,

neither the Navy or State
Department have confirmed that

and we are still waiting
for an official report.

Captain Gonchgarov,

Anatoli Kirkin.

Ah.

What is going on here?

Did you know
this man that was killed?

No. How would I know him?

He was one of ours.

Someone leaked his
identity to the Americans,

and now he's dead.

We don't know
if it was them

or one of our own people.

It-it wasn't me.

Well, it
was someone

from Russian
intelligence.

Everything we have built
here is in jeopardy

since that little stunt
with your airplane.

I-I'm not part of any of this.

I have nothing to do
with Russian intelligence.

Please, I-I just want
to live in America.

Oh, so you're a traitor?

So...

how's Masterpiece Theatre
working out?

Gonchgarov is sticking
to his defection story.

Who's leaking our information?

What information? I don't know
what you're talking about.

I was questioned by two people

from the Center for
Counterterrorism today.

Did you give me up?

I don't even know who you are.

I'm not lying.

Only one way to find out.

Come with me.

We can talk
in here.

You okay, Marty?

Peachy.

Oh, my God.

Where have you guys been?
I've needed to pee for, like,

40 minutes.

He say something?

Not yet.

Looks like
you're on, Deeks.

And imagine
an imaginary menagerie manager

managing an imagined menagerie.

Red leather, yellow leather,
red leather, yellow leather,

red leather,
yellow leather.

Hoo-hah!

So, why were you sent here?

I wasn't.

I defected.

One of our assets
was killed today

because his identity
was leaked.

Are you... telling me
you work for the Russians?

Of course.

How do you think I knew
where to look for your plane?

Who do you think
blew it up

so it didn't fall into the
hands of the U.S. government?

I am just a pilot.

No. What you are
is either an asset

or a liability.

Now, if you're an asset,

you help us

and we'll help you.

If you're a liability...

Oh, God!

No!

Don't worry. Nobody can
hear us in this place.

Besides, it does
make it easier

for throwing bodies
into the ocean.

You think he's buying this?

Not unless this guy
is a complete idiot.

Not big on encouragement,
are you?

Not everyone got a trophy
when I grew up.

If you work with us,
we can get you papers.

Anatoli can
get you work.

I don't want a new identity.

What do you think
is gonna happen

if you don't work with us?

Do you think you're gonna
get U.S. citizenship

and meet a nice
little California girl,

live the American dream?

This is a country
of opportunity.

If I work hard, I will be...

You are an embarrassment
to Moscow.

Do you really think
they're gonna let you

live here happily ever after?

My freedom is worth the risk.

Aah! No!

Aah!

Give it up, Deeks.

This guy's not budging.

What? Really?
'Cause I felt like

that was some of my best work.

It was truly chilling.

Gave me goose bumps.

Why-why you got to make
everything weird?

If you hand me back over

to the American authorities...

I will give you
the one thing I have.

And what is that?

A phone number.

I don't know
who it is,

but we were made
to memorize it.

We were told to call it
only in extreme emergencies,

if we ever found ourselves
in foreign territory.

Write it down.

What do you think?

Could be legit.

Then again, he could have

a dozen different numbers
memorized,

each for a different situation.

He's about to give us one

that lets SVR know
he's being tagged.

It's an unlisted number
in London, England.

Possibly a burner,
definitely active and online.

And it's probably a
central clearing hub.

Once he makes contact with them,
lets them know where he is,

they'll send whatever team they
have in his area to pick him up.

So, how do you want
to play this?

Call it.

Taxi service.

This is Kapitan Alexi Gonchgarov

calling for a pickup.

I'm in, uh...

Venice, California.

Venice, California.

One moment, please.

There will be someone
to pick you up

at the Santa Monica Pier
within the hour.

Catching anything?

Almost snagged
a couple of surfers.

Whoa. Whoa,
that's not funny.

I almost got hooked at Westward.

Some dude was fishing
from the beach. Not cool, Sam.

Not cool.

It's a shame
they had to throw you back.

-That's not... that's not kind.
Hold up.

Uh, never mind.

She's just taking a selfie.

How did we go from
the Greatest Generation

to the "selfie generation"?

Oh, come on, Admiral,
you're gonna tell me

you've never taken a selfie?

I'd rather be tarred
and feathered.

I'm pretty sure
that stopped being a thing

when they put the railroads in.

Hold on,
she's approaching Gonchgarov.

Will you take a picture?

Here we go.

Oh, yeah, yes.

Oh, great, more
pictures of herself.

Uh... okay.

Oh, these are great.
Thank you.

Yes, you're welcome.

Whoa. Guys,
that's the Russian agent

we paid for the name
of Gonchgarov and his crew.

Zasha Gagarin.

They made contact.

Keep your eyes on Gonchgarov.

He may try to make a move.

She just threw away her phone
and her gloves.

Call an ambulance!

-For what?
-For Gonchgarov.
She may have poisoned him.

Keep your distance, it may be
on the phone or the gloves.

Get up, get up,
get up, get up. Now.

Get up. Hey, look at me.
Look at me.

Don't touch your face.
Come with us.

-You gotta wash your hands.
-What's going on?

Just come with us now.
Come on, let's go.

Come with us. Walk this way.

Don't touch your face.

Don't touch your--
don't touch your face.

Gonchgarov is down. He's having
some sort of seizure.

Son of a bitch.

Stay back! Stay back!

Deeks, I got this.
Go, go, go.

Oh, come on.

There's no possible way
she gave us the slip.

Then where the hell is she?

Kens. Kens...

Hey. Where is she?

She got away.

How did that-- How does
something like that happen?

We had the place locked down.

Well, maybe we can
bring in the K9s.

-Maybe they can sniff her out.
-How bad is he?

I mean, he's breathing,
but barely.

Well, we need to put
somebody at the hospital

in case they try
to finish the job.

Okay, look, I'll follow
in the ambulance.

Deeks, you go with them.

Yeah.
Go.

-All right.
-Oh, here we go.

Okay, just so I'm not
missing anything,

you paid $30,000...Eight.

I'm sorry, what?

$38,000 we paid.

I thought you were his lawyer.

I'm a hyphenate.

Another dumbass.

Ooh.

You paid $38,000
to a Russian operative

for the names of the crewmen
on the plane that landed here.

And that same Russian
operative has assassinated

the only crewman that was
willing to cooperate with us.

The man I released
into your safekeeping.

Yeah, that pretty much
encapsulates it nicely.

And somehow she managed
to escape,

and you're still claiming
you don't work for Russia?

Russia, Russia, Russia.

Gonchgarov could pull through.

They give you a medical degree
to go with your gym membership?

Oh...

Look, are you two
working with him?

We know who did it.

We have our own video.

Then give me that information

and let my people bring her in.

Oh, good luck with that.

She's here posing as
a college visa student.

The consulate will tie you up
with so much diplomatic red tape

you'll never even see her.

-Let me worry about that.
She knows she was made.

Twice by us, actually.
She's on the run.

If we don't find her soon,
we probably never will.

You and I both know
you've got nothing.

If we find her,
you may actually end up

with a real Russian operative
for a change.

Only if we work together
to find her.

Fine.

On one condition.

Back the hell off
and stop following me.

We weren't following you.

We weren't.
Your friend needs help.

I'll spot him at the gym.

Jokes.

Any sign of Zasha Gagarin?

She's probably having
dinner at their embassy

in Mexico City by now.

How about the guy she poisoned?

Doesn't look good.
He's in a coma.

We have an agent
guarding him.

This couldn't have gone
much worse.

I'm gonna stake out
the Russian consulate.

Um, do you need anything
before I leave?

No. No, I'm fine.

I'm sorry this...
went off the rails, sir.

You win some,
the rest you curse.

Good night, Agent Namazi.

Good night, sir.

Hey. Where's Callen?

Went to check on Arkady.

He's the one who first put
Zasha on our radar.

Well, I for one am happy
that my day is over.

Warm shower, hit the sack.
Oh, yeah, well,

that is not gonna happen, baby,

'cause you and I,
we have a date.

Yeah, sorry, babe, that's not
happening; I am beat.

Well, you should have
thought of that before

you pimped me out to Kirkin
as your honeypot.

That's when I leave.

Good night, sports fans.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Uh, what the hell
are you talking about?

I think it's called

quid pro quo, Clarice.

For Kirkin to help us, which,
by the way, he barely did,

I now have to help him.

Help him with what?

Aah!

Smile, Marty.

You're a happy sailor

returning home.

Smile, hooray!

God, that's so bright.

I am a guy that would
never wear this.

In fact, nobody on the planet
would wear this.

Next. Look at me.

Look at me.
Look at me.

And show me

who you really are.

♪ So sexy it hurts...

You're a noble savage.

How am I a noble savage?

I got a frickin' octopus
with a top hat.

Give me your wild side.

Yeah, baby, show him
your wild side.

Next. This one oozes confidence.

Do you feel the power
it gives you?

No. No, I don't
feel the power.

What I feel is
a rash coming on

from this Cruella de Vil
nonsense with your stupid

bear-octopus belly,
so I should probably

put some lotion on that
before it turns into

a horrible scab.

You promised to model for me.

What do you-- I did.
I am, I'm modeling.

It's an entire collection.
30 outfits.

-30?!
-Champagne?

Next.

♪ I'm too sexy for this song.

Why did you kill him?

-That was never the plan.
-I had no choice.

They ordered me to do it.

If I didn't, they'd know
something was wrong,

and somebody else
would have killed him!

You should have warned me.

Then they would have
killed both of us.

I diluted the poison
as much as I could,

but it had to look real.

I thought ...u thought what?

The dosage would
make him very sick,

but not kill him.

Well, he's as good as dead now.

I'm sorry. I tried.

What did you want me to do?

Where are they sending you?

They haven't said.

Tell me when they do.

Zasha...

if you double-cross me,
I will kill you.

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