All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles s13x04

Well, this is awkward.

Never thought I would die in a hearse.

I don't plan on letting that happen.

Watch out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's not good.

This is why I don't make plans.

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My head knows that Hanna
house rules don't apply to me,

but my heart still says I broke one.

You're late.

Said we were starting at 6:00.
It's 6:00 exactly.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Oh, this is one of those life lessons.

I get it.

What do you get?

Oh, I get that, you know,
you like to find

moments in life to impart wisdom.

It's cool. I respect it.

I don't give lessons.

When I first got here,

you sent me up on a ride-along
with a death doula.

That wasn't a lesson.
That was an opportunity.

You gave me your personal copy
of The Things They Carried.

A suggestion.

I just signed up
for a silent survival retreat

using your discount code:

SAMHANNA50.

50% off.

I think you better get silent soon,

or you may not survive the workout.

Mm.

That means we're doing
ten miles, doesn't it?

Nine, I'm in a hurry.

Oh. Got a case?

No. I got to go home and pack.

Me and Callen are flying
to D.C. tonight.

Is Kilbride sending you?

Hampton University is doing
a scholarship

in Michelle's name.
They want me to give a speech.

Man, that's-that's awesome, Sam.
You must be proud.

Michelle always said Hampton is
who she was.

And it would mean a lot to her.

Oh. Well,

I know you've been out of school
much longer than me,

- so...
- Hmm.

I'm just saying, you know,

I-I can relate to college kids.

Need help with that speech,
just give me the word.

Two words:

No. Way.

Hmm?

Grab the water. Let's go.

Hurry up.

Yep. Double time.

- Double time.
- Yes, sir.

It was just a suggestion.

Angela?

Angela Pak, right?

Wouldn't do that.

Who are you?

NCIS. Special Agent Callen.

And that's supposed to
make me feel better?

Look.

I'm just hoping
to ask you a few questions.

Sorry, Columbo,
I'm already late for work.

It's about your ex-girlfriend,
Kate Miller.

All I'm saying is,

I know that marriage is tough,

but I also know some things are
worth fighting for.

Sweetheart, you're being so ridiculous.

I'm not being ridiculous.
I'm being honest.

- I just want you to hear me out.
- I've heard enough.

Two people in love, like,
shouldn't that be enough

to overcome all those external
circumstances, right?

I mean, if-if you'd stop
for a second and listen,

maybe this wouldn't come
as such a shock to you.

What?

What is supposed to come
as such a shock to me, Deeks?

Divorce.

What?

Raquel's divorce.

Who's Ra...

Rachel?

Rachel?

Our brand-new neighbor
who we barely know, Rachel.

Speak for yourself.

Don't underestimate how deeply
you can bond with someone

- during trash day.
- Okay.

Has it ever occurred to you that

maybe you shouldn't be
inserting yourself

in other people's business?

No. I mean, literally never.

I married a yenta.

Oh, a person that strives

for knowledge and human connection,

that's also a century
ahead of their time?

Then, yes, why, thank you.

That is "Yentl."
And don't flatter yourself.

Listen, I'm not gonna apologize
for having an innate ability

to bond with people very quickly.

It's what makes me such a
fantastic special investigator.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

It's not "special investigator."

It's just "investigator."

Investigator. Special agent.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

That doesn't sound right.

None of this conversation sounds right.

Who do I talk to about
changing my title?

- That would be me.
- What?

Unfortunately, I don't run my office

like a Silver Lake preschool,

so you're actually
gonna have to do something

to get a reward around here.

- Rachel?
- Yes. Rachel.

She's like a virus.

You have no idea how hard it is
to get rid of her

once she takes hold.

You'd be surprised.

I'm sorry I ran earlier.

I tend to be a little
paranoid these days.

I understand.

I really don't know
why you're here, though.

Kate and I broke up a long time ago.

Her name is not Kate.

What are you talking about?

She lied to you.

Her name is Katya Miranova,

and she is a Russian national.

And here I thought she was from Barstow.

Did your breakup have anything
to do with her time in prison?

As hard as it is to believe,

that would have been
the least of our problems.

It was before that.

But you still chose to go
to her arraignment.

It's cute that you think I had a choice.

She does have a way of getting
people to do what she wants.

Has she tried to contact you lately?

When I heard she broke out
of prison, I packed up and ran.

Changed my number.
Deleted my online presence.

Haven't heard from her since.

Look...

I'd like you to help me find her.

No.

No, I'm trying very hard to forget her.

I think it's a little late for that.

Why do you care so much
about finding her anyway?

She got to someone close to you,

didn't she?

Like you said, she's a virus.

I wish I could help, but I can't.

If you change your mind.

You double-bolt your door,
you run from strangers.

You're never gonna be free
until Katya no longer is.

No. No, I don't have any pets.

But I could have them if that helps.

I'm flexible,
and did I mention responsible?

I did, right.

I'll double the security deposit.

Hello? Hello?

Admiral Kilbride. I, uh, was just...

Believe me, I don't need to know.

I'm just trying to get out
of my parents' house,

but finding an apartment
for rent in L.A. is impossible.

I mean, the market is insane.

You either have to know
someone who's moving out,

or someone who died and is moving out.

God forbid the Zennials,
or whatever hashtag

we are currently employing to denote

a generation of livestreamed laziness,

actually do anything on their own.

Technically, I'm a millennial.

And technically, I didn't come in here

to mourn the loss of an eat-in kitchen.

I trust you saw the case I sent you.

The case. Yeah.

Yeah, yes, of course I did.

Then you are well aware that,
effective immediately,

NCIS is taking over an ATF investigation

into a very large supply

of stolen and currently missing weapons.

Yes, well aware, sir.

Uh, effective immediately,
NCIS is taking over

because...

Because over 500 shotguns,

rifles, and semiautomatic
pistols are in the wind,

and because ATF is down a few agents,

they could use our help.

Well, uh... a supply that large could

easily go for over a million
on the black market.

Someone could try to sell them.

Or worse. If someone stole them

because they're planning an attack...

Then they would have enough
to weaponize an entire army.

And since they were stolen
four days ago,

we, and by that I mean you,

are four days behind
figuring out which it is.

Okay, well, uh...

Do I have any leads?

The ATF has a prime suspect.

Oh, well, that sounds like a good start.

It would be, if he hadn't been
found dead three days ago.

Do you know if he rented?

Is it possible that
my sternum is bruised?

It's probably just your ego.

So, what happened out there, anyway?

Let's just say me and Sam
started off on the wrong foot

- this morning.
- He was late.

Ah.

Guess you don't
know about Lombardi Time.

As in Vince Lombardi?

He said, "If you're five minutes early,

you're already ten minutes late."

Sam gave me his biography.

- I can lend it to you.
- How about instead

we stop talking and get to the case.

Sounds like somebody's been
reading my dream journal.

Agent Namazi.

A truckload of guns
was stolen last Thursday

at around 10:00 p.m.
from a rest stop in Tujunga.

It was en route

from Phoenix to a gun shop in Downey

at the time and was scheduled

to continue south
to the Marine Corp Exchange

at Pendleton after that.

Cameras didn't catch anything.

Commercial firearms
are transported all the time

through private carriers
and mail services.

So I'm surprised this
doesn't happen more often.

Tell us about the dead suspect.

Anders Sivac.

Found stabbed to
death the morning after.

Formerly of Brentwood, by way of Malibu.

Looks like he's lived in every
high-end neighborhood in the city.

That's because he is
the son of Marten Sivac,

the notorious L.A. crime boss.

Technically he was
the alleged L.A. crime boss.

Well, he was accused of
everything from money laundering

to drug smuggling,

but somehow his family members
or associates

always took the fall.

Money can buy a hell of a defense.

Tell us about the father.
Where is he now?

Also dead.

Found at the bottom of Lake
Arrowhead three years ago.

And the family has been
seemingly quiet since he died.

Until now.

Sivac's been living a privileged life.

He could burn through
a lot of money in three years.

Yeah. That could have inspired him

to get the business back up and running.

He could've been in over his head.

So...

finding out who killed him is
our best chance

at finding the missing weapons.

Well, Kensi is on her way
to meet Callen at the morgue.

And Deeks is meeting
with Sivac's stepmother

to see what she knows.

All right. We'll talk
to the driver who was

carrying the guns. Keep us posted.

Will do.

I was thinking sax solo.

It's smooth. It's sexy.

It's the Sade of woodwinds.

Now, I haven't played in 20 years,

but what better time
for the Baritone Bandit

to ride again than at his own wedding.

Sounds like congratulations
are in order.

Mm.

Agent Callen. Agent Blye.

Who is the lucky lady?

You remember Zoe?

You're marrying FBI Agent Morris?

...'s cousin,

Chloe Morris.

She's an aerialist,
so she's also a risk-taker.

Says it's why she agreed to marry me.

She says that a lot, actually.

We're happy, though.

As long as you're happy, right?

But you didn't come all the way
down here to congratulate me.

Unless you did? Did you?

N-Not e-exactly.

We're investigating
the murder of Anders Sivac.

The guy they found in Griffith Park?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

I thought that ATF had that case.

Yeah, we're lending a hand.
What can you tell us about him?

Body was found off a fire road
near the Observatory.

He was stabbed 22 times.

22 times?

Sounds like this might be personal.

Hmm.

Can you pinpoint time of death?

Uh, hikers found the body at 9:00 a.m.,

but based on exposure, blood pooling,

I'd put it about 12 hours earlier.

Which would be about an hour
before the guns were stolen.

Yeah. So either this was
a deal gone terribly wrong,

or somebody found out
what Sivac was planning

and decided to kill him to take over.

Well, either way, we're
gonna need to see his files.

Yes, we are.

Oh, that's me. Right?

Not the best timing,
but since you're here,

let's make it quick.

And leave your shirt on this time.

I think there's been
some sort of mistake.

The only mistake was letting
the neighbors take photos.

Also, there's a dead squirrel
in the deep end.

It looked like he struggled,

so don't be chintzy with the chlorine.

Yeah, now I definitely know
there's a mistake,

'cause I'm not here to clean your pool.

- Then why am I paying you?
- You're not.

Investigator Martin Atticus Deeks.

NCIS. I'm here about your son.

- Stepson.
- Right.

Stepson, so obviously my condolences.

Oh, save it.

Anders was a son of a bitch.

Believe me, I knew his mother.

And as I told the other agents,

we were estranged,

so I hadn't talked to him in weeks.

Can you tell me why?

In the 20 years
I was married to his father,

he never approved of me.

Turns out, he didn't approve of

my moving on, either.

And I have moved on

many, many times.

Right. I'll just put that down

as you guys had a falling-out, then?

Even mothers have needs,
Investigator Deeks.

Wow. Yeah.

If I had a dime
for every time I heard that.

Forgive me if I'm not a puddle of tears.

As I'm sure you're aware,

ours is a very complicated family.

We've seen our share of deaths.

So I suppose you get used to it
after a while.

So, did Anders have any enemies?
Anybody that wanted him dead?

Ah, how much time do you have?

Two hours. Maybe five.

- Seven if I tell my boss he's pretty.
- Hmm.

- That was rhetorical.
- I know.

But I also know
how to properly chlorinate

the after effects of a decaying rodent,

so if you let me inside
and answer some questions,

I'll, uh, get rid of
your furry little friend,

at no additional cost to management.

Hmm.

Hope you don't mind gin.

Oh, I don't drink and work,
but thank you.

I wasn't offering.

Oh, good to clarify that.

All right.

Go.

- Dude. Dude.
- Oh.

No, you don't have to... I'm sorry.

- You didn't have to do that.
- No, it's cool.

Gary's like a brother to me.
He's super chill.

He's also super allergic to shellfish,

so he's not invited to the wedding.

Chloe loves shrimp.

Are these all the personal items

- that were found at the site?
- That's everything.

Unfortunately, the only prints
on them were his own.

Whoa.

Well, this is a very fancy watch
to leave on a body.

Must be hard to tell time

with all that bling in your face.

Judging by the depth,
small table, heavy crowns,

I'd say those babies are old European.

Chloe also loves diamonds.

And I love selling vitamins
over the phone at night

so I can afford to give them to her.

What is that?

I think it's a cry for help.

No, no, no, on his wrist.

Looks like there's some
kind of marking here.

Oh, yeah, no, that's...
It's definitely...

ink.

I just, I couldn't...
um, trace the source.

Hmm, it could be a stamp,

maybe from a nightclub or a bar.

Well, if that's the case,

this kind of ink only stays on the body

for, what, a day at the most?

Well, if he was dead
for 12 of those hours,

it might mean he was there
not long before he died.

Hmm. So if we can figure out
where the stamp is from,

we may be able
to retrace Sivac's movements

- leading up to his death.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna have Fatima get on this.

So, you ever get down
with St. John's Wort?

I think you should start with a joke.

I think I'll just start by
asking about the missing guns.

No, I'm talking about for your speech.

It's a good way to make an introduction.

I took a public speaking course once.

Well, the only course
I'm interested in right now:

That truck.

Phoenix to Downey.
Quickest route is the 10.

Well, the truck stop where the
guns were stolen was in Tujunga.

That's off the 210.

That's like 20 miles out of the way.

Put him behind schedule
at least an hour.

Hmm?

Well, some truck drivers
get paid by the mile.

Mm-hmm.

Could have been trying to earn
a few extra bucks,

or maybe avoid traffic,

or maybe he was hungry.

Or maybe we should just ask him.

David Milton?

NCIS.

I guess that's another way
to make an introduction.

I would've went with a joke.

All right. Thanks, Fatima. Good job.

You get anything from him?

Besides another bruise, no.

Officers, please. You don't understand.

We understand enough to
not believe a word

that's coming out of your mouth.

And stop calling us officers.

We're not LAPD. We're NCIS.

And I'm an INFJ with PTSD.

I hate confrontation,

and I've been hurt before,
that's why I ran.

Tell us about the night
your truck was robbed.

It happened so fast.

One minute I was getting coffee,
the next I was knocked out.

Must have been some damn good
coffee for you to drive

so far out of your way for it.

Huh?

As I told ATF,
I like a change of scenery.

Oh, well, that's good
'cause you're looking at

20 years behind bars.

ATF didn't have enough to get a warrant

on your bank records, but now that

you're officially a suspect, we do.

We know you deposited 20,000

after the guns were stolen.

And we know you spread it
over three days

knowing the bank wouldn't flag it.

Yeah. Now that we
know you're an accomplice to the theft,

wouldn't be surprised if aiding and
abetting

terrorist activities comes next.

I'm not a terrorist.

I'm just broke.

I needed some money,

so I put an ad on the dark web
for the guns.

A guy made an offer,

and I turned a blind eye
while he took them.

Is this the guy you were dealing with?

For most of it.

I got a call at the last minute
from someone else.

Said he was an associate.

I was supposed to drive
to Griffith Park,

but he told me to go to Tujunga instead.

Hmm. And which one of them
did this to your face?

Neither.

I gave my baby brother 50 bucks
and a ten-pound dumbbell.

Well, I'm sure that saved him
years of therapy.

Okay. I need your phone.

Uh, it's in the truck.

Please, can you let me go now?

I've learned my lesson.

I swear.

Yeah. He doesn't give lessons.

I've got some good news and bad news.

Will the good news
help us solve this case?

It should get us
in the general vicinity.

Then let's start with that.

So you were right. The ink mark
on Sivac's wrist

was from a stamp.

I was able to digitally recreate

the original outline of the image.

I'm sending it to both your phones now.

Okay. What is the bad news?

I missed a call while I was doing it

and lost out on another apartment.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Hey, is this a snake?

Technically, it's a ball python.

I also work weekends in the
reptile section of a Petco.

Any idea where Sivac got it?

Sort of.

It appears to be the logo

of the Vandergrift Hospitality Group.

They own bars and clubs
all over Southern California.

Normally I'd cross-reference
each one with the GPS

from Sivac's phone or car,
but both were disabled.

- Hmm.
- And what time do these places open?

Uh, around 10:00 p.m. for the clubs,

and 8:00 p.m. for the bars.

So, if Sivac was killed at 9:00 p.m.,

that would eliminate the clubs.

And if he had time to go to the bar,

and then up to Griffith Park,
he couldn't have been that far.

So if I narrow down the search

to a five-mile radius
of the park, we get...

Sanctuary Bar & Lounge on Hillhurst.

I'll start pulling security footage now.

Let's do it.

Some things get better with age.

Cheese. Scotch.

The 401 that will one day
take me far away

from this botox-ed juice shack
of a city.

With all due respect, you didn't call

to talk retirement plans.

No, I did not, Agent Hanna.

But you see, there is one thing
that is not aging well,

and it's this investigation.

The ATF gave us nothing.

We basically started from scratch.

And I basically had to offer
SECNAV my timeshare in Boca

for the next two years

just to get her off my back.

Now stop telling me what we don't know,

and let's start with what we do.

Okay. We know Sivac arranged to
take the missing gun supply.

But it seems he was killed an
hour before they were stolen.

And soon after that,
someone called the truck driver

to reroute the meeting to a new spot.

So, if I were a gambling man,

and as cited in my first divorce, I am,

I'd say that whoever placed
that call could tell us

where we might find
those stolen weapons.

Since that person used a burner phone,

we don't know who that was.

I might be able to change that.

The phone that called the truck driver

was off-line until this morning,
when it placed two more calls

to an insurance broker in Eagle Rock.

So, either they got a sudden desire

to protect their
ill-gotten possessions...

Or the insurance broker
could be a buyer.

I will have Agent Castor

take him to the boatshed
so you can find out.

Perfect timing. I have more good news.

You have security footage
from inside the bar?

No, not yet. I'm trying
to get their tapes,

but we're just waiting on a warrant

because they want to protect
themselves from a lawsuit.

So I'm guessing that the good news

is pertaining to an apartment?

Yep. Turns out this one
is being knocked down.

How is that good news?

Well, it isn't for the housing
crisis, but for us it's good.

Okay, what is happening?

So, an apartment building across
from the Sanctuary Bar & Lounge

is being rebuilt into a hotel.

Now, they have a work zone camera

that's currently running 24 hours a day.

It has a perfect view
of the bar's front entrance,

which is how I found this.

- Anders Sivac.
- Mm-hmm.

So he shows up to the bar by himself,

but he doesn't leave alone.

That's Miriam Sivac, his stepmother.

The thing is, she told Deeks
she hadn't seen him in weeks.

Hmm.

Sorry that took so long.
This one's extra dirty.

Well, it might not be the only one.

I never cared much for the theater,

so if you have something to say,

you can skip the performance
and just say it.

You met with Anders the night
he died; We have footage.

And I have the business
card of my lawyer.

- Allow me to go get it for you.
- Did you kill him?

Oh, please, I couldn't hurt a squirrel.

You'll remember,
I married into this family,

I wasn't born into it.

Well, congratulations.
Then you're just a liar.

Anders was an idiot,

and he was in over his head.

I knew he was brokering
a deal for those weapons.

We all did.

He was a horrible combination

of cocky and sloppy.

I went to the bar to talk him out of it.

He didn't listen,
and he got himself killed.

Do you know anything else
about those weapons?

I assure you I do not.

But you said that other
family members knew,

So maybe it was an inside job.

I believe I've answered enough
of your questions for today.

That's funny. I believe that
when I showed up you said

you were in a hurry,

but you never
really mentioned where you're going.

Anders' funeral is this afternoon.

Oh, well, that's interesting, right?

Because if somebody
associated with the family

did kill him, they would
look pretty guilty

if they didn't show up
to pay their respects.

Well, Miriam,

looks like you and I have a date.

You forget who you're dealing with.

No one's going to say a word
if they know you're there.

I know. Which is why you're
gonna help make sure they don't.

God, I don't like funerals.
You know what?

When it's my time to ride
the final wave of life,

just compost me.

There is no way you are
going in our garden.

We have enough weeds already.

Plus, I'd rather donate
my body to science.

Uh-huh, baby, we don't
even have a garden

because you can't even
keep a cactus alive.

Callen, what about you?

Oh, that's easy. Viking funeral.

Only if I get to use Sam's boat.

How we looking back there?

Eh, looks like Sopranos

did a crossover with Long Island Medium.

People are starting to trickle in.

And I'm taking photos of everybody as is

and sending them back to Ops.

Good. The sooner we get IDs on everyone,

the sooner we can start
tracing their whereabouts

the night Sivac was murdered.

The closer we'll be to
finding those stolen weapons.

Great. And the sooner and closer I'll be

to getting the big smell
of tiny little fish off my body.

I got sardine pants over here.

Okay, okay, okay.

He thinks he's here
to insure something for us.

Great job. Thanks.

Gentlemen.

- Hey.
- As I told your colleague,

I usually prefer to take
my new clients out to lunch.

Ah, well, these are
unusual circumstances.

Yeah, they require some more discretion.

Ah. Say no more. I understand.

Now, what are we insuring? Big game?

Oh, I'd say it's pretty big.

Well, I'm a vegetarian

and a Catholic, so I'm
already racked with guilt.

But I like you, so I'm in.

What are we talking?
Just the animal's head,

or all the way down to the haunches?

What do you say we go whole hog?

Start with a million dollars'
worth of stolen guns.

Unfortunately, gentlemen,
firearms aren't

my area of expertise.

Yeah, that's obvious.

Pretty dumb doing deals
on your personal phone.

I'd be happy to refer you
to a competitor.

How about instead you refer us to

the person who called you
twice this morning?

I'm not sure what you're talking about.

And if you don't mind,
I should be going.

I'm pretty sure we do mind.

And you're not going anywhere

until you help us find those guns.

Losing someone is never easy.

But as I always say,

even in death we nourish.

I would say that was deep

if I didn't know it was the motto

from the side of the catering truck.

Kind of running low on ways
to say I'm sorry.

And we're running low
on potential suspects.

The man you were just
talking to is Howard Berkner,

family endodontist.

His roots with the Sivac family
don't run much deeper.

Oh, wow, I love it.
High five for wordplay.

What about the smiling lovebirds
I just sent you there?

Brock Belmont

and his wife Rose.

Looks like they own
a construction business

as well as several shell companies.

Well, that sounds ripe for scandal.

So does a trip to Cabo
with your mistress,

which is what Mr. Belmont
was on last week

when Anders Sivac was killed.

His wife, on the other hand,

was in Aspen with
her best friend's husband.

Wow. And they seem so happy.

I got someone.

Sending it to you now.

Got him. Running him through
the system as we speak.

Agent Callen is it?

You shouldn't be talking to me.

Hmm, relax.

Everyone already knows
how fond I am of the help.

I'll relax when we find out
who murdered your stepson.

As I told Investigator Deeks,
you're wasting your time.

It seems to me that you should be

more interested in helping us.

Oh, please, don't pretend like

you give a damn about him.

All you care about is
finding those guns.

The two aren't mutually exclusive.

I have found myself in the company of

some very dangerous people,

Agent Callen, and if those same people

find out that I brought you here,

I'm as good as dead.

I've helped you as much as I can.

And my apologies if I'd
rather spend my golden years

in St. Tropez instead of a casket.

LAPD just finished
searching your office.

They didn't find anything.

- So I'm free to go?
- Sure.

Grab some snacks on the way out.
They're vegetarian.

- Really?
- No, not really.

When I say they didn't find anything,

that includes computers,
furniture, not even a chair.

Your office is a front.

My line of work is very mobile.

Well, your life is about
to get real immobile.

For how long depends
how much you help us.

I didn't buy those guns.

We think you were planning to.

Planning isn't a crime.

I assure you it is.

Fine, I was in contact with the seller,

but I never met him.

I was supposed to call him
when I had the money ready.

And that's exactly what you're gonna do.

But I don't have the money ready.

That's okay. We'll take care of that.

Get the banking information.

Tell 'em you're gonna wire
half up front,

half when the deal's done.

And get an address and tell 'em
you want to meet now.

And if you say anything
to screw this up,

we'll be sure to do the same
thing to the rest of your life.

Make the call.

What have we got?

So we confirmed that the
insurance broker

was in the process of
buying the missing weapons.

Sam had him reach out to the seller

and get an address for the meet.

They're on their way
to check it out now.

And is this the seller?

To be determined. That's Dominic Carson,

and this is his criminal record.

Assault, theft, robbery.
The list goes on and on.

Do we know where he was
the night the guns went missing?

Still working on tracking that down.

What's his connection to Sivac?

It's his stepbrother.

Which also makes him Miriam Sivac's son

from her previous marriage.

I'm guessing that she kept that
from us for a reason.

Guessing you're right.

Heads up, Carson's on his way out.

He's heading towards the front.

Copy that.

We might have a problem.

Scratch that,
we definitely have a problem.

We've been made.

Hors d'oeuvres?

Carson's on the move.

Where's Deeks?

I don't know but we gotta go.

Kens! Damn it.

Watch out!

Agent Callen,

care to tell me what the hell
is going on out there?

- We have Carson.
- Great.

We also have three of
his heavily armed friends.

How far out are Sam and Rountree?

We're in the warehouse.

Carson must be a pretty popular dude.

We got two if his homies here.

Carson warned 'em. They're packing up.

You have a visual on the guns?

We got 'em.

Then what are we waiting for,

some kind of divine intervention?

That would be great.

Don't turn around.

I thought it smelled like fish in here.

I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

Why didn't you tell us
you were back there?

Because I don't just insert
myself in other people's business.

I don't mean to interrupt,

but some of us have a flight to catch.

And some of us still need to pack.

And some of us
would like to make it to Boca

sometime this decade.

Ladies and gentlemen, take them down.

How we gonna...

Federal agents!

Nope, down! Put it down!

I don't think so.

Good. I'm hot and sweaty.
I want to go home.

Late again.

Get up.

I know you don't want to be at home,

but moving in here is not an option.

I was just tying up a few loose ends.

Well, Carson admitted to killing Sivac

and taking the guns,

all of which have been recovered.

I think everything else can
wait until the morning.

Hmm. Well, don't have to tell me twice.

Oh, there is just one other thing.

Um, I trust that you got the
phone number I just sent you?

Yeah. Of course I did.

You really do need to turn up
the volume on your alerts.

Is it about a case?

It's about a vacancy.

I'm not sure I'm following.

An old colleague of mine

owns a few apartment buildings
across the city.

So many, in fact, that the old bastard

was able to retire ten years before me.

Admiral Kilbride, I...
I don't know what to say.

Say you know me when you talk to him.

This doesn't make sense.

I've always found it best
not to question

my rare whims of generosity.

Sorry, it's not that. I was, um...

I was closing out
the financials on the money

that we temporarily wired
to Dominic Carson,

and I asked FINCEN to run a report

on the shell company that
his bank account was linked to.

But it turns out it doesn't
actually belong to Dominic Carson.

Then who the hell does it belong to?

So you got sloppy.

What can I say?
The martinis were doubles.

Why'd you do it?

You're the detective.

Uh, correction.

Actually, I'm an investigator.

Just an investigator.

And I actually love
the theater, but I'd prefer

if you gave this performance.

I'm not a monster.

You had your stepson murdered.

Well, he was trying
to cut Dominic and me out.

What was I supposed to do?

I don't know, not have him murdered?

We don't betray each other in my family.

Then you probably shouldn't
kill each other either.

Hmm.

I put 20 years of my life
into this business.

Excuse me, family.

I woke up with it
and I went to bed with it.

I deserve every fruit of its labor.

I was not about to let
some spoiled, incompetent

little brat determine that I wasn't.

So you didn't go to the bar
to convince Anders

not to steal the weapons,
you went there with

an ultimatum then, huh?

You know, I'm not going
to say another word

until I talk to my lawyer.

Okay.

That's all the questions
I have for today anyway.

Actually, that's not true.
I got one more question for you.

Did you kill that squirrel?

That's okay, we can, uh,
save that for the trial.

Come in.

Didn't expect to hear from you so soon.

I didn't expect to call you so soon.

What made you change your mind?

You never asked me... about my arrest.

I didn't see the relevance.

I stole files from the law
office I was working at.

Not only was I arrested,

I was disbarred.

Luckily, I knew a good lawyer,
or I'd be in jail, too.

It was your first and only offense,

and it coincided with
your time with Katya.

It's not hard to figure out
that she put you up to it.

I don't trust anyone anymore.

But something about that
made me think I can trust you.

You can.

I hate who I was with her.

But more than that,
I hate that I can't remember

who I was before her.

I want you to find her, Agent Callen.

You want me to find him, too?

Turn it over.

It's to a safe-deposit box.

I'm sorry, I don't know where.

Kate, or should I say Katya,

forgot that she left it with me.

I know it's not much, but...

It's a start.

That's me.

Thank you.

I didn't call an Uber.

That's funny. And we're late.

That's fine. I'm not checking a bag.

You don't have a bag.

If I need anything else,
I'll buy it when we get to D.C.

How'd it go in there?

Well, it's too soon to tell,

but, uh... I'm not holding my breath.

Sometimes what we need the most

comes from where we expect the least.

That's good. Is that from your speech?

I didn't write my speech yet.

Oh. Great.

We'll have lots of time
for me to help you.

Now, uh, I think you should
start with a joke.

That's funny.

- Right?
- I don't know.

I'm serious.