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Lo siento. I'm sorry.

Campus police.

I just thought you might
need help getting home.

I'm sorry.
Were you speaking Spanish?

Yes, I'm-I'm... I'm from Peru.

Sí.

Everything is okay.

I'm just taking
the lady home.

I'll need to see your ID.

Not yours, ma'am.

His.

One of our
uniforms was

stolen out of a locker tonight.

I've been here ten years,

and I don't recognize you.

Like I told the lady,
I just started working here.

Here's my I.D.

♪ NCIS: LA 7x03 ♪
Driving Miss Diaz
Original Air Date on October 5, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Well, it's that
time again.

The bi-monthly office
security assessment.

Boy, oh, boy.

Really?

Bi-monthly-- does that mean

that it's twice a month,
or is it every two months?

Come on, G.

This stuff is important.
Or does it swing both ways?

I'm not giving you
the Cliff Notes version again.

Read it yourself.
Just as I thought--swings both ways.

See, now, that is confusing.

Okay.

I will read it.

Can't read that.

Come on. It was two seconds.
- No.

I'm telling you
that it's not able to be read.

Copier must be
out of toner.

They've been giving us copies
like this for days.

The hell with it.

I'm changing the toner myself.

You're gonna what?

I'm gonna change
the toner myself.

It's ridiculous.

Enough is enough.

You're changing the toner?

I'm doing what no one else
here is willing to do.

Do you know what
you're doing?

It's not rocket science.

Okay? It's like changing a roll

of toilet tissue.

When it runs out and it's empty,
you put a new one on.

You don't ignore it.

Oh, you're not gonna let me
forget that, are you?

I didn't know where you
kept your extra rolls.

You could have looked.

How hard was that?

Um... what are you doing?

I am changing the toner.

It's still not working.

Yeah, that's because
I just changed it,

so, you just put
the old toner back in.

Huh.

That's kind of
like taking the new

toilet paper off the
roll and replacing it

with used toilet paper.

I'm just saying I've never
done anything like that.

Oh, problem with the copier?

Did you try, uh,
changing the toner?

Okay.

We, uh, got a case.

I'll switch it
back. Thank you.

Lesson still applies.

That toner should have
been changed yesterday.

We waiting for Kensi and Deeks?

No. Play it, Beale.

This was two nights
ago on the campus

of Gateway University.

Both men perished at the scene.

Gateway? That's in St. Louis,
right?

We taking a trip?

Only back in time,
Agent Hanna.

The shooter was a disgraced

Lieutenant in the Peruvian
Army who worked directly

under General Alfredo Silva.

Silva? He was the leader
of Grupo Patria

back in the '90s, right?

Yeah, Peruvian
death squads.

They killed a
lot of people.

Including 32 civilians

at a political gathering
in 1997 in the town of Posta.

For years,
the Global Criminal Tribunal

at the Hague has sought
charges against Silva

for crimes against humanity.

Yeah, but nothing
ever seems to stick.

Silva is a master
at silencing witnesses.

But now the Tribunal thinks
they may have found a young girl

who survived the Posta massacre.

A daughter of one
of the victims.

The woman you see here is
one of four young women

the Tribunal suspects
may actually be that survivor.

It's 20 years later. Why now?

Silva is running
for President of Peru.

And doing nicely
in the polls, I might add.

GRANGER
Let's just say

the case took on
a renewed urgency.

If the Tribunal
can get the girl's

testimony along with a DNA match
to the massacre victims...

They'd have a smoking gun.

But since the St. Louis attack,

it's clear
the Tribunal has a leak.

That's why Elmslie came to us.

Alex Elmslie?
- Yeah.

He's the investigator
for the tribunal?

I thought they fired Elmslie
after what he did to Jada.

I'm sure he'll tell you
all about it.

He's in the boatshed preparing

to meet the last woman
on his list.

The St. Louis girl's DNA was
tested, and she did not match.

Neither did the other two.

There's only one woman left,

and she's in Los Angeles.

Until we determine there's

still a threat,

Kensi and Deeks have gone
undercover to keep her safe.

They're on their way
to get her now.

Who is she?

Uh...

Just a warning-- these images
might not be safe for work.

Some days I love my job.

This girl has to be
the only person

in L.A. who doesn't drive.

That's because Catalina Diaz
is a self-entitled model.

She's probably never
carried her groceries,

or paid for a single
drink in her life.

If she is who Elmslie
thinks she is,

she's had
a pretty rough childhood.

Yeah, so did I, so
did you, and you can still

execute a power slide
while firing a weapon.

You know what that is?
That's my kind of girl.

What are you doing? Oh, we
can make time for this later

if you really want
to get into my pants.

Oh, wait. No,
can I just...?

Hey! Oh.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah,
that's your kind of woman.

Yeah.
- And that one.

No.
- Oh, and there's that one.

That's just research,
'cause I like

to go into every case with a
strong understanding of my subject's...

Bra size?

I was gonna say
"background," but 34B.

Not that I was...

Yeah?

Hi, Catalina.
My name is Kensi.

I'm from O.M.A.
Ethan sent me.

I am incredibly sorry
for the mix-up,

but it turns out
your Rose Line magazine shoot

is actually
this morning.

What?

It's supposed
to be next week.

We haven't even had
a fitting yet.

I know, and I'm incredibly sorry
about that.

Oh, this is ridiculous.
I'm calling Ethan.

Yeah, you can call him
from the car,

because we're really,
really late already.

Fine.

But put your hair up.

I can't have
my agent's assistant

looking better than me.

Huh.

Who are you?

Uh, I'm Marty.
I'm your driver for today.

Uh, Walter ruptured his spleen...
- Whatever.

Just let me get my stuff.

You can... you can wait inside.

Never as glamorous
in person.

Kind of makes you
wonder how I do it.

Wow.

Look at this place.

Maybe I should
be a model.

I realize
you must have reservations.

Last time we crossed paths,
you tried to kill a witness

and tossed a grenade at us.

It was a smoke grenade,
to be fair.

Also, my family was
being held hostage.

How are they?

Fine.

Better, thank you.

I find it hard to believe

that the Tribunal would take
you back after what you did.

They gave me an office.
It's only temporary.

It all depends
on how this case pans out.

General Alfredo Silva.

He's been an obsession of mine
even before I lost my job.

For years, I heard
the stories of

la niña Que vivió--
the girl who lived--

but no one could find her.

Then I checked adoption records.

In the 12 months following
her disappearance,

four girls matching her age
and description were sent

to American families.

That's a shot

in the dark, Elmslie.

That's what the Tribunal said.

But then St. Louis.
- Exactly.

If Silva's taking
these extreme measures,

it means
that I'm on the right track.

I just need this last girl
to listen to me.

I've tried to reach her

on the phone, but she
refuses to talk to me.

Heads up. Catalina's coming in.

If she is la niña Que vivió,

you're digging up
some painful memories.

Can't blame her
for wanting to forget.

It has to be her.

Oh, hey, this is Ethan.

I'm gonna hang back.
I'll-I'll be right in.

Fine. Whatever.

Catalina?

Yeah. I'm ready.

Where's Lillian?

Catalina, I'm Alex Elmslie from
the Global Criminal Tribunal?

I've been trying
to meet with you... about Peru.

About the killings in Posta.

What? What is this?
There's no shoot?

Catalina, I know

you're scared. This is just
a conversation, nothing more.

You're not
in trouble.

It feels like I'm in trouble.

This man--
he has been harassing me.

Well,

I'm genuinely sorry

about the deception,
but I needed you to hear me out.

I already heard you out.

I told you, I don't know
anything about a massacre.

I wasn't there.

You could be suppressing
the memory. If you'd let me do

a DNA test...
- Oh, God!

Oh, damn it, will you just...?

Elmslie!

I know

you saw something that day.

People were killed.

You could be
in danger, too.

Are you threatening me?

No.

No. You're misunderstanding me.

No, I understand just fine!

It is you who is confused!

Stay the hell away from me!

Catalina?
- No. We're leaving!

We're leaving!

If I find out you know about
this, I'll have your job.

Catalina?

You heard all of that?

Of course I heard all that.
She doesn't want to talk.

What do we do now?

Until we know if Silva
has other men out there,

you and Deeks
need to stand with her.

And Elmslie--
can we trust him this time?

Good question.

You want to tell me
what the hell happened in here?

I'll admit my diplomatic skills
are a bit rusty.

You sure that was it?

I just need the DNA test
to at least confirm my theory.

If we could

obtain a court order...
Your evidence was too slim, Alex.

You had your chance
and you blew it.

I know you all think I'm crazy,

but a mass murderer
is on the verge

of controlling
an entire country.

If Catalina Diaz
can help us stop him...

all this will be worth it.

Kensi and Deeks
will try to get Catalina

to consent to a DNA test.

Either way,

we still have a leak
inside the tribunal.

We?

If Silva has more men
in the country,

the best way to find out
is to plug that leak.

Fine.
You got any suspects?

I brought the case
to the L.A. office a month ago.

Only two people
were briefed on it:

Lead Prosecutor Charles Yoon...

and Director of Investigations
Hilary Toussard.

I'll have Eric
run their finances

and check on their
family members.

We're gonna need to search
their computer as well.

Again,

we don't have the evidence
to get a warrant, so nothing

you find will be
admissible in court.

We don't need to bring a case
against them,

we just need to stop them.

If you get caught,
I'm gonna show you

what a real crime
against humanity is.

Yoon and Toussard

have called me in
for a meeting in an hour.

I can keep them
busy long enough

for you to do
what needs to be done.

And Ethan-- if this
happens again,

I'll find a new agent.

You two check out.

My driver is sick
and I swear, my agent

goes through, like,
five assistants a week.

And you're totally right
in feeling annoyed by that.

I-I take full
responsibility for this mix-up.

I can't believe
that guy tricked us like that.

I'm so sorry.

And the Urbelle shoot
later today?

Oh.
- That's make-or-break

for my career. So no more
creepy Brit who wants my saliva.

No, that is for real, for sure.

I called them,
it is all confirmed.

Again, I'm so, so, so...

Sorry, sorry. Yes, I know. I've
heard it already five today.

I don't want to hear
anymore apologies.

So what does the tribunal
want with you?

Something about a
massacre in Peru?

I don't know. It's not even
my country anymore.

I was
raised here.

I love America. I love L.A.

Except the drive, of course.

My, uh, my parents...

my adoptive parents--

they died in a crash
when I was 15.

I couldn't bring myself

to get behind the wheel
after that.

I'm sorry.

What about your real parents?
Did you ever know them?

Driver.

Yes, ma'am?

I'm hungry.

Absolutely,
ma'am.

What do you have in mind?

Anything.
I don't care.

Got a little bit of traffic,
but don't worry--

I got just the place.

Sit back and relax.
I got you.

Okay, down the hall?
Yeah.

Okay.
- Yup.

Excuse me.

Here comes Elmslie.

Hi.

Doug from Tech Support.
We got a call about

some, uh, spotty Wi-Fi.

Oh, uh,

yeah, it started going
in and out about an hour ago.

Uh-huh. All right, well, we're
gonna put a range extender in.

I just need to
install it in

room... 207.

Sure. Um...

I'll let you in.

Guess we should
follow you.

Right...

Ah, cheese
and crackers!

Sorry. Just started
working this week.

I'm still trying to get
the lay of the land.

Let me know if you need any...

Oh, jeez... excuse me.

Coming, coming.

Saved by the Nell.

All right, Eric, you
should have access...

now.

What are you doing?

I'm searching.
For what?

They're not gonna leave
anything incriminating

just laying around.

Doesn't hurt to check.

What?
- Nothing, it's just that,

um... someone's gonna

have to actually install
this range extender.

There's nothing wrong
with the Wi-Fi.

Eric's disrupting the signal.

But they don't know that.
And I just figured

'cause of your whole, you know,

"do what needs
to get done" thing,

that maybe you might
want a little redemption

from the whole
toner debacle today.

I'm fine.

You sure?
- Oh, yeah.

You want to install it,
install it.

No, I'm doing the, uh,
I'm doing the computer.

No, uh, actually,
Eric's doing the computer.

Well, I'm... supervising.

You're super
getting on my nerves.

Little bit?
- Little bit.

You're super at that.

Genius.
- Uh-huh.

Get your hands off me!

You're making
a huge mistake.

Don't touch me.
Let me go.

No, don't touch me, damn it!

Hilary, I didn't
leak anything. Please,

you know me.
I wouldn't do this.

The meeting
was a set up.

They think
Elmslie's the leak.

We can't blow our cover.

Let's finish this up quickly
and get out of here.

See, here's the thing, though.
I feel like you're just

being kind.
I want you to be honest.

Like, seriously.
You think I could do it?

Yeah.
- Yeah?

You could be a model. See?

If it was 2008.

What?

The homeless look's
out of style.

Oh.
- Try running a comb through your hair,

maybe some pomade.

That's a perfect idea.
A comb would be good.

Nope.

Forget it, no one's
touching this hair,

because this hair
is style-by-pillow.

People want classy now.

Successful.
They want the fantasy look.

Well, last Halloween I dressed
up like Bilbo Baggins.

Is that fantasy enough?

I'm pretty sure she's talking
about that kind of fantasy.

Wow.

That's you.

On Sunset Boulevard,
looking hot.

That's a huge deal.
Congratulations.

That's a stepping stone. You
want to do TV and film, right?

That's why today's shoot
is so important.

Urbelle is a huge line.

Exactly.

So I think you
have to put yourself out there.

And I'm talking about
the real you, Catalina.

No more hiding behind
other peoples' clothes.

I know that you want
nothing to do with the tribunal,

however, wait--

It would show people that
you stand for something.

That you care.

You think I don't care?

You just met me.

And I think it's time
for the world to meet you.

Otherwise you're just
another pretty face.

Don't be a face,
be a force.

We should get to the shoot.

We have another few minutes.

No, I-I don't
want to be late.

We should get to the shoot.

She's scared.

Well, her career's
finally taking off.

She feels like she's
got a lot to lose. I get that.

I think it's more than that.

What do you got?

According to the data you
retrieved from Toussard's

computer, it seems
the tribunal's

been tracking
Elmslie's e-mails

since his return.

Does anyone
trust this guy anymore?

Well, they found evidence he
sent the list of women's names

to a Peruvian e-mail address.

You know, I hate to say it, G,

but... you've seen Elmslie.

This case is an obsession.

He may have leaked those names

to see if Silva took action.

Which would prove
his case, I know. I...

Elmslie's acted
out of desperation before,

but I can't imagine
he'd go this far.

Is there any evidence
that his e-mail was hacked?

Honestly, it's not that hard
to access someone's e-mail.

I mean, you'd just need
to get their office.

Having the keys would help.

Toussard had a new assistant.
Mm-hmm.

I wonder why
her predecessor left.

Eric, can you...

Find Toussard's previous
assistant, got it.

Mason Hinty.

Oh--

and he's got a one-way ticket
out of LAX later this week.

Destination: Morocco.

Take the money and run.

To a non-extradition country.

Okay, I'm tracking his cell.

He is driving west on Pico.

Okay, turn left into the alley.

Hinty's cell signal stops there.

Eric, we've
located Hinty.

Get an ambulance over here.
Nell, track an SUV

headed south on Laurel.

Okay, got it.

I just got off with the FBI.

You've been cleared
of all wrongdoing.

NCIS seems to be making a habit
of saving my skin.

I also talked to your superiors
at the tribunal.

Because their office
was compromised,

they think it's best
if NCIS take lead on this case.

Which leaves me
somewhat awkwardly

dancing with two partners.

Or none at all.

Depends on you, Alex.

When we looked into
the immediate families

of the people of the tribunal,
we also looked into yours.

We thought it
was only prudent

after what happened
three years ago.

The joke was on me.

I risked my career and my life
to save my family...

only to have them leave me
a year later.

How often do you get
to see your daughter?

Few times a year, if I'm lucky.

The judge...

...didn't look favorably
on my drinking habits.

Cheers, by the way.

This is my last chance...

to get back in,

maybe earn
my family's trust back.

I may be desperate, Owen, but
I am on the right track. Please.

Then let's find out.

You said you need
the girl's DNA.

Well, I've got it.

So, the SUV
fleeing the scene

was ditched under
the 10 freeway, but...

I grabbed this from
a nearby surveillance camera.

Captain Victor Cruz,

another Grupo Patria officer.

I think it's time
we bring Catalina

into protective custody.

Gentlemen, let me talk
with Miss Diaz first,

then we'll bring her in.

Hetty, Grupo Patria
does not mess around.

I assure you, Mr. Hanna,
she'll be well protected.

You got an ace
up your sleeve?

Oh, no, Mr. Callen, I find cards

get in the way of my derringer.

Find Victor Cruz.

Elmslie's case
hinges on her DNA.

So Cruz wipes every trace of it.

Well, you know what they say--
"Home is where the heart is."

And also dead skin,

hair, saliva,

toenails,

and other DNA stuff.
- Ew.

No one says that.

Let's start
with Catalina's house.

Too much?

I was at your
home last night.

I know. But I always clean
before our board game nights.

Hmm, do you?

♪

Are we sure
this is a photo shoot

and not, like, a... horror film?

Boo!

Sorry.

Sorry, ma'am.

Oh, excuse my silliness.

Miss Diaz,
I'm Henrietta Lange.

I'm going to be directing
your photo shoot this afternoon.

I thought we had Julian Winston.

Julian
sends his regrets

and recommends me
in his place.

I've never heard of you.

It's quite all right.

I've heard
of Ms. Henrietta Lange.

In fact, she took over for
the Emporio Armani campaign

when Mert and Marcus
had to pull out.

Oh, wow, I'm...

so honored.
- Oh,

uh, well, actually, that...

wasn't true.

Special Agent Blye
is doing

a superb job
of protecting my cover,

but I think in this
case it-it just...

we don't need it.

Excuse me.

Special Agent?
- Yeah.

Catalina,

you are a big girl--
you can make your own choices.

If you choose not to cooperate
with the Tribunal, that's fine.

That's your life;
I respect that.

I also understand how important

this photo shoot is
to you today.

But we've just confirmed
that there

are men out there

who wish you harm.

So you have
another choice to make.

You could allow
my people

to remain

and be your protection.

Or... I could cancel

the photo shoot and drag you
along against your will.

Uh, um...

the first one.

Oh, that's such

a good choice;
best choice.

Just to clarify,

I am directing the shoot today.

So let's get you
into wardrobe.

Okay.

Chop-chop, people!

We're on a clock!

Come.

Come... with...

me.

That just happen?
- Mm-hmm.

You want to talk about it?
- No.

No need.
Okay. All right.

Kensi and Deeks

wouldn't have left Catalina's place
open like this.

G, the entry door's
open as well.

Federal agents!
Drop the bucket!

Eric, quick, Catalina's house--

does she have
a cleaning service?

Uh...

yeah-- River Road Cleaning,

every Monday.

S-Sonia Gonzalez.

All right, running her name
through employment records.

Gotcha. I'm sending
you a photo as well.

Confirmed.

Sonia Gonzalez is an employee

of River Road Cleaning.

It'll be a moment
on the photo, though.

Lo siento.

What are we gonna do with her?

If Victor Cruz shows up,
she'll be safer inside with us.

Callen, Sam,

this woman is not Sonia Gonzalez.

Eric say that again?

I knew I smelled gasoline.

She was sent here
to torch this place.

Guys, did you hear me? She
is not a real cleaning woman.

Thanks, Eric.

Good to know.

This is so good, Catalina!

It's just wonderful.

Now that you've built
your masterpiece,

I want you to imagine
destroying it!

♪

Yes!

I guess it's true what they say:

You catch more flies with Hetty.

She's betting the show
of respect will make Catalina

more inclined to cooperate
with the Tribunal.

I call that
being a force, not a face.

Oh, really?
Shut up.

Where did you even hear that,
for God's sakes?

I-I don't remember.

You don't remember?
Mm.

Oh, I remember.

You read it
off your bottle of face wash.

Yeah, that's right, princess.

You gave career advice
from soap.

Okay, it was very good advice, and plus,
Is it?

how do you even know that?

Have you been using
my face soap, again? Hmm?

Well, Monty has
very sensitive skin.

Yeah, he does.
Oh, does he?

You got a visitor
at your nine o'clock.

He's definitely
checking her out.

Kenz?

- Federal agents!
- On your knees! Now!

Hands up where
we can see them.

I'm just here to see Catalina.

What are you doing!

You know this guy?

That's Gabriel!
My boyfriend!

Ah.

Mm-hmm. Right.

Thanks, Eric.

LAPD found the real maid
a couple blocks away tied up.

She was unharmed.

Eric's got nothing
on this one.

She must have been
living here illegally.

She's a loyal soldier.

She didn't say a word.

This Silva guy's
getting on my nerves.

I want to put him away.
I agree, Agent Hanna,

but that just got
more difficult.

Catalina Diaz is not
la niña Que vivió.

Her DNA doesn't match

any of the victims
from the Posta massacre.

How do you know?
She never agreed to give a sample.

No. But I took one.

The water bottle.

When'd you swipe that?

A magician never reveals
his secrets.

I was wrong. I'm sorry.

I've wasted everybody's
time and...

put innocent lives in danger.

The general's hit squad
still thinks

that Catalina's
their target.

Have Blye bring that girl in.

All right, you got it.

We're bringing her in.
She in there with Gabriel?

Yeah, but you may be
interrupting something.

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?
- Little bit.

Catalina! Let's go!

Catalina, open the door.

Just go. Go. Go.

Catalina?

Damn it.

That's not good.

You lost her?

We did not lose her; she took off.
Well, maybe not.

Maybe the boyfriend
was bought off by Silva.

Yeah, how did we not know
about the boyfriend?

Because Gabriel's
not her boyfriend.

At least I hope
he's not her boyfriend.

What, you got a crush, Beale?
- No.

I mean because
he's actually

her younger brother.

Yeah, and Kensi's my twin sister.
Ew.

Yeah, exactly. Why would
someone lie about that?

And it wasn't
too hard to find.

Once I did a background
on Gabriel,

I discovered that
both he and Catalina

were adopted from Peru
in May 1998

by the same parents.

So he's the adoptive brother--
that's very different, Eric.

- Yeah, but still super weird.
- Agreed.

Especially considering
there's a seven-year

age difference between them.

I mean, Gabriel was just a
baby when they were adopted.

So we have
a Padmé-Anakin scenario.

Or...

Catalina's trying to hide
his true identity.

Something's still

going on here.
Why don't you talk to Elmslie,

see what he makes of this.
Okay.

We got to find these two
before the general's men do.

Yeah, well,
like his sister,

Gabriel doesn't have
a driver's license.

And his last address on file
is "adoptive parents,"

who are deceased.

Hey, I've got
something.

So, I've been going
through Catalina's

credit card statements,
and once you scroll

past all the clothing
and makeup purchases,

you'll find this.

CHOMP360.

It's a food delivery service.

Now, she has two addresses

on file with them:
her home address

and an apartment
on Wilshire and Normandie.

We're on it.

Both Gabriel and Catalina
were adopted in May of 1998?

That's right.

May of 1998.

Is it possible?

What? Is what possible?

General Silva had a son.

Born in February 1998.

Nine months
after the Posta massacre.

That would make him
roughly the same age as Gabriel.

It would.

But reports say
the boy died in a house fire.

May 1998.

Same month as the adoptions.

Yes.
- Do you think

that the fire
was just a cover story

and that Gabriel is Silva's son?

No.

No, it's just another shot
in the dark.

Like
this entire bloody case.

Um, this article says that the
mother also died in the fire.

That's right.
Blanca Pérez.

Yeah, well,

don't believe
everything you read.

My God.

Tell Gabriel to come here.

Catalina.

Federal agents.
Put your hands up.

Well...

I guess it's just
a little lovers getaway, Sam.

Yeah. We know
who you are.

I think it's time
we had a little talk.

Blanca Pérez.
You're looking pretty good

for a dead woman.

It says here that
you died in a fire

17 years ago,
along with your son.

Interesting enough, we had a
chance to meet him today, too.

Just before he ran off
with his adoptive sister.

Whose house, as
you may remember,

you actually tried
to burn down today.

You think maybe you want
to, uh, explain any of that?

No?
- Hmm.

Okay, then I will.

You see, we thought that you'd
gone there to kill Catalina.

But after reading
this, we realized

that when you start a
fire, people don't die--

they disappear,
they escape.

You went there
to protect Catalina.

Like you've always
protected her.

Like you did in Posta.

Hmm. I feel like we're doing
most of the talking here,

so if you want to jump in,
that'd be helpful.

You survived the massacre.
You and Catalina.

The general let you live, and
you gave him a son, Gabriel.

How else could they be brother
and sister, right?

I mean, how else could
you guys be a family?

This all goes back to Posta.

Sí.

I was there.

I saw
the killings.

I saw

what Silva did to my friends.

But he-he thought
I was beautiful, so...

he spared my life and...

my daughter's life.

That's why the test
didn't find a match.

It only compared the DNA
to the victims.

But Blanca's another survivor.

Your shot in the dark
just hit a bull's-eye, Alex.

So what happened next,

after you had Gabriel?

After that,

he turned his eye
on-on my Catalina.

And when he touched her...

I had to get my children away
from Silva.

So you started the fire
and put 'em up for adoption.

I got them out of Peru.
They wouldn't

have found the bodies
in the fire.

Why would Silva
put the story out

that you and your son

had been
killed?

Silva is a proud man.

The truth would have made him
look weak.

I thought he stopped looking
for us long ago.

But then today
Catalina texts me.

She tells me that Silva has men
in L.A. looking for her.

She's right.

This is the man that Silva sent.

Cruz.

He was there
the day of the massacre.

When he kills,

he has a smile on his face.

You were gonna run?

You were willing
to risk

your entire career,

your future?
For my family, absolutely.

You can't run forever, okay?
This has to stop.

The way it stops is for you

and your mom to testify
before that tribunal.

Yeah, Eric.

Uh, LAPD just responded to
the residence of Walter Brown,

Catalina's driver,

the one Deeks replaced.
He was found beaten.

Did your driver ever drop you
off at this apartment?

Yeah. All the time.

Callen?

Our Grupo Patria guy and three
other men just showed up outside

the apartment building.

We're about
to have some visitors.

Sam, Cruz's men
are in the apartment building.

They're on their way up.

We got the front door,
another exit in the kitchen.

Both lead to the hallway.
We try and escape,

we're gonna run into the gunmen.

If we stay here,
it's gonna be a bloodbath.

We got to split up.
I'll make a run for it.

Hopefully I can draw two of them
on me.

They won't follow you.

They're after me. I'll go with you.
- No.

I can't let
you do that.

You've already risked enough
for me.

And I would risk even more.

You're my baby
brother, Gabriel.

It's my job to
protect you.

You better run fast.

You better cover me.

Callen, Sam, they're
right outside your door.

On three. One...

Go, G!

...two...

three.

Down, down, down.

Don't do it! Stay back!

My mother taught me to shoot.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Follow me.

I'm out.

What do we do now?

When I say "run," run.

♪

Run!

Thanks.

No problem.

So, is Elmslie getting along
with his star witnesses?

He got what he came
for. The tribunal's

already issued a warrant
for Silva's arrest,

and the Peruvian government
expects

to have him in custody by morning.
- It may

have taken almost 20 years, but
it's good to see justice done.

As a wise bottle of soap

once told me, "Don't be a face.

Be a force."

I think
we can all

learn a little something
from that.

The hell's he talking about?

I don't know.
All I know

is that face wash
is changing my life.

You want to feel this?
No.

So silky smooth.
I don't want to touch your face, Deeks.

If you leave now,

you'll miss the slideshow.

What slideshow?
The prints

are in
from today's photo shoot.

I think that you'll like them
very much.

Prints?

Wow.

Those look pretty good, Hetty.

Nice.

Damn.

Yeah, she's hot.

I'm sorry, what?

No, I-I mean like from a...
from a research standpoint.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my.

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