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Thanks, man. Yeah.
You're welcome.

Don't move.

Drive.

What's this about?

Tell us where the money is.

I-I don't know
what you're talking about.

(grunts)

(groans)
Get off the main street.

Turn here.

I'll ask again.

Where did you put the money?

(tires screeching)

(glass shattering)

(hissing)

(groaning softly)

(grunting, shouting)

(gunshots)

(panting)

♪ NCIS: LA 5x20 ♪
Windfall
Original Air Date on April 8, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

Deeks, what are you doing?
(yells)

(exhales)
I'm straightening her...

Straightening?
Yeah.

She's late.

Uh, the 405's probably jammed.

The 405 is always jammed--
it's L.A.

You talk to her?

Yeah. No, I called her
to say hi.

Mm-hmm. How'd she sound?

You know, irritated and annoyed.

Well, what do you expect?
She was talking to you.

Sounds like she's
back to me.

She is.

Hey!
CALLEN: Kensi!

Hey.
Hey.

Oh, I got you a coffee. Sorry.

A double espresso with almond
milk and two packets of...

You already got
a coffee.

I do. Thanks.

How are you?
Good.

Yeah?
Really good.

You look good.

I mean that you...

you seem good by the way
that you... look.

That's because I am good.

Good. - Good.
Good.

(wolf-whistles)

Kensi,

looking good.
(clicks tongue)

Back just in time.
We've got a case, guys.

CALLEN: Welcome back.
Thanks.

SAM:
Welcome back.

(quietly):
Yeah.

Hey, Nell.

Kens.

And here's
your welcome home prize.

Nell, why don't we tell
her what she's won.

Adrian Davis was a contractor

and former Marine in Iraq.
ERIC: He later set up

a security company with
his partner, Gabriel Stanfill.

NELL:
They had some major contracts,

and Adrian was their point
person in Baghdad.

And like some of the less
reputable contractors,

embezzled from the
restoration funds.

Their government still can't
account for billions.

6.5, to be exact.

And Davis was caught trying
to smuggle a million dollars

back to the States.

For the record,
that is what a million

in shrink-wrapped $100 bills
looks like.

Davis did seven years in Lompoc.

He was just released last week.
Last night,

his car was found totaled.

No trace of Davis
but there was a... dead guy

in the passenger seat.

NELL: His name
is Areeb Sahar.

He's a known
al-Qaeda sympathizer.

ERIC:
Ten minutes earlier,

a security camera found
him in the valet lot

of a nearby restaurant
talking to this man,

Mazhar Tarik.

NELL: Tarik is also
a known al-Qaeda sympathizer.

So we believe that both
of these men

were after the money
Davis stole.

Weren't the funds confiscated
when Davis was arrested?

They were.

Then why go after Davis?

Because they think
that there's more.

A lot more.

Al-Qaeda would never put
an operation like this in motion

unless they thought
there was something there.

So Davis gets out-- they think
he's sitting on millions

that he stole
from them.

Vendetta and windfall--
a perfect storm.

What about, uh,
Davis' partner?

Stanfill? He was
never charged.

He folded the
contracting company

after Adrian Davis
was arrested.

And he currently owns
a wholesale

wine distributorship in L.A.

We think
he was part of this?

No, they could never tie him
to the embezzlement.

Uh, he's squeaky clean.

Davis is single. He's got
a house in the Valley.

All right. Sam, let's check out,
uh, Davis' place, huh?

Let's do it.

Great. Me and my,
uh, partner over here,

we'll go check
out Stanfill.

Yeah, about that.
Um...

Hetty would like to speak
with you both first.

She wants to...
Wh... Okay.

I'd like to join everyone here
in welcoming you home.

Thank you.

At first,

I want you to... stay back.

Get your bearings.

You've been
through a lot.

Um... s-stay
back where? Why?

Up in Ops.

Ops? W...

I mean, Hetty, do you...
do you really think...

Oh, yes,

I do.

Okay, well, partner, I guess
you're on your own again.

Well,
not exactly.

Ms. Jones has worked
with Mr. Deeks in your absence.

She's presented herself
admirably.

So... let's get to work.

Hey.

(clears throat)

Hey.

NELL: You know this wasn't
my idea, right? I mean,

this isn't what I wanted.
Not like this.

I know that.

Okay, so we're good?

Yeah. No, we're good.

Agents.

What can I
do for you?

We'd like to talk to you
about Adrian Davis.

There's nothing
to talk about.

Um...

Claire, would you just give
me a second?

Mm-hmm.
Thanks.

I told the investigators
seven years ago

I cut off all communication
with him when he was arrested.

Right. But you served with him.

You were his partner
and his friend.

And he betrayed me.

Our company was taking off.

After Adrian was caught,
our reputation was ruined.

His greed cost us the company.

I'm lucky. I got
a second chance.

Mm-hmm. This place is nice.

And starting a business
like this takes capital, right?

Like, lots of capital.

Are you insinuating
something?

Because if you are,

they confiscated every
penny he stole.

Did they?

I had nothing
to do with it then.

I've got nothing
to do with it now.

We're done here.

Yeah. I just want to take
a look around your warehouse.

Not a chance.

I cooperated with the Feds.

They didn't find anything.

So what's the harm?

I'm running a business here.
We've got a tight schedule.

I don't want my workers
distracted.

We could just get a warrant.

Yeah?

I'd bet you couldn't.

(engine shuts off)

How do you think Kensi and
Eric are gonna do together?

(chuckles)
They get along.

Uh-huh. Like a... armadillo
in Texas gets along

with a truck
on the freeway?

Some of 'em may.
Yeah.

(door creaks)

(gunshots)

SAM:
Here we go, G!

(grunts)
SAM: Gun!

(gunshots)

(automatic gunfire)

(tires screeching)

(panting)

That's one "little friend"
I didn't want to say hello to.

(keyboard keys clicking)

What you doing?

Well, um, Adrian Davis
is a security contractor,

so I figured he would have
security cameras in his house.

Mm.

This, uh...
This one's got

a pretty good shot
at one of the shooters.

Oh.

So you're
running Facial Rec.

Yeah.

What would you
like me to do?

I don't know, really.

Well, Hetty said I was
supposed to be helping, so...

there's got to be
something for me to do.

Uh, well, I got a...
(quick groan)

pretty big knot
in my shoulder right now.

I'm just kidding, of course.

I'd never ask you to do
anything like that.

Even though it would be helping.

Oh, really? So Nell would be
massaging you right now?

Uh, no, because she'd be busy
actually doing something.

What would she be doing, Eric?

Remotely accessing
Davis' computer,

mirroring the hard drive and
initiating an SSH P3 protocol

for a complete sweep.

Which shoulder?

Righty.

(beeping)
Whoa, we got a hit.

(typing)

I'll call Callen.

CALLEN:
Okay. All right, thanks, Eric.

Well, Davis'
security cams caught

one of the guys.

Facial Rec has ID'd him
as Alberto Jimenez.

Cotolo Cartel.
Ah.

Al-Qaeda's hired
Cotolo muscle before.

CALLEN: Mm-hmm.

I'll hit up one
of my informants.

You get anything
from Stanfill?

Well, we won't be getting
a Christmas card.

Threatened a warrant,
he shut us down.

But that's when the little pixie
had her little spidey-senses

and they got all tingly.

He claimed his company was doing
well before Adrian got caught.

So I had Eric
check up on a few thing.

And that wasn't the case.

Quite the opposite.

They were struggling
to stay afloat.

Three months after Stanfill
closed the security business

and opened the wine company,
he was in the black,

big time.

Stanfill might be
storing more than wine.

He's right that we don't
have enough for a warrant.

But that doesn't mean
we can't take a little look

around his warehouse.
(chuckles)

Did I...
miss something?

Oh, yeah. Just the time
that Sam went undercover

for an entire year
as a somnambulist.

You know, one of those

wine guys.
Sommelier, Deeks.

A somnambulist
is a sleepwalker.

Kind of like what
you do on the job.

(laughs)

I know you say these
things out of love.

SAM:
Ha!

Yeah. (clears throat)

(indistinct conversation)

Somnambulist.

Like that giant clown on top of
the liquor store in the Valley.

It is absolutely

nothing like
that giant clown.

What's different?

A wine bottle is elegant.

A clown is, you know, a clown.

Oh, that's right,

you don't like clowns, do you?

(sighs) That's not the point
I was trying to make.

But for the record, no,
I do not like clowns.

Which is something
you already know.

It's nothing to be ashamed of, Sam.
A lot of people are afraid of clowns.

It's kind of a childhood,
uh, trauma thing.

I am not afraid of clowns.

What I am afraid of is
you coming off as one

when we talk to Stanfill.

Uh-huh.
So how about this:

I'm an oenophile,
you're the money.

I'm the money.
You're a man of many assets,

few words. Okay?

But I am the money.
Yeah, but few words.

All right.
Okay.

STANFILL:
I was very impressed

with your Cab.

Well integrated tannin,
lively acidity.

The subtlety of the oak--
that was a surprise.

That was
intentional.

Notes of blackcurrant,
tobacco...

Figs and
eucalyptus.

You know what, I
didn't get the figs.

No? Hm.

But you know what, I really
enjoyed the chardonnay as well.

I got to say,

I think we'd be a good fit
for your winery.

You're kind of new to the business.
Which is why we fight for

quality product whenever we can
get our hands on it.

Who else have you met with?

Paladette and Mestros.

Good companies.
We've got a wider reach.

My sales reps are on the
doorstep of anybody daydreaming

about opening a new
restaurant or store.

That's what I like to hear.
Mm.

Appreciate your time,
Mr. Stanfill.

We want your
business.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you.
Take care.

Thanks.

Unbelievable.

He didn't get the figs.

This place is enormous.

You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah.

It's the perfect place
to hide cash in plain sight.

You remember what a million
dollars looked like?

The size of
a case of wine.

(short chuckle)
Yeah.

Lot of wine.

DEEKS:
See, the thing about CIs

is it's always about
being in control.

Little Dip understands I'm
the only thing standing

between him and
prison. Essentially,

it's just about respect.
NELL: Mm.

Want to take some notes?
(chuckles) I'll try.

Yo, Little Dip.

Slow your roll,
Little Dip.

Who's the homegirl?

She's fine.

Yeah, finer than
you'll ever be with.

Ooh, snap.
Ooh,

you got some fire, girl.

Nice ink.
Carson 16 your crew?

Es mi barrio.

Vatos Locos.

Oh,

homegirl's got
the words. (laughs)

Evidently.

Hey, yo, Deeks,
you get a haircut?

Yeah, I got a little trim.
Thanks for noticing.

It's too flat.
Oh.

Yeah, the beauty parlor
could hook you up

with some curlers, man.
I got mad height, son.

You do have mad height.

This is style by pillow.

So I don't really
put a lot of work into it.

But yours, yeah,
it looks really good.

This right here? This is all
natural, this volume.

You know what I'm saying?

It makes the ladies go cray cray
for Little Dip.

Cray cray.
Focus up, Little Dip.

Cotolos been working
with al-Qaeda.

Yo, I don't get involved in that
cartel-terrorist deal, so...

No, we're not

asking you to get involved,
we just a location.

Y-Yo, I don't know, all right?
Yo, Cotolos don't play.

They sent homeboy's head
to his family in a gift box.

Aw. Does that scare you,
Little Dip?

Sounds scared.

'Cause my partner
here, you know,

he says you're pretty slick.
Super slick.

Unless...

you don't think
you can handle it.

This takes
pretty big cojones,

Little Dip, I don't know
if this is for you.

(scoffs)

Yeah, I got those.

Yo, I ain't even makin'
no promises.

Okay. Well, see what you can do.

Yeah.
Check you later, ma.

Mmm. Damn.

Would I be correct in thinking
you believe Kensi needs to be

assessed before
sending her back into action?

You would.

She needs to
hit the ground running.

Shouldn't spend too much time
thinking about it.

My team, my call.

This wouldn't be about
Agent Mansfield, would it?

That's absurd.

Is it?

You put him back in the field

after the Sarajevo
debacle in '95...

Careful, Owen.

...and he froze.

Cost his partner his life.

Do not presume to know me.

Never.

But I'm aware
of the affection you have

for those under your charge.

For some...

they're just history.

For me...

they're names and faces.

Well, two
of your current

agents, Deeks and Blye,

have a history, Henrietta.

And you know
what I'm talking about.

More than a work relationship.

to have these talks, Owen.

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

I'll get back to work.

You're tapping.

I tap

and I hum when I'm bored.

I also whistle
and click my tongue.

Please don't.

(clicking tongue) Don't. Can you...
I asked you...

You can stop this pain.

All you got to do is tell
Hetty that putting me in OPS

was a terrible idea.
(quick beep)

Yes.
No... No, you're not supposed to

sound so excited about thi...
No. No, no, no, no, no, listen.

Remember how Stanfill

said that he hadn't
spoken to Adrian Davis

since he was arrested?

Yeah.

Well, I ran a search
for phone calls

made from the pay phones
from where he was incarcerated.

That's the number
for Stanfill Wine Distributors.

It was made a week before
Adrian Davis was released.

Okay, but there are hundreds
of inmates in the prison.

It could have been anybody.

Which is why I accessed the
prison security camera footage.

That's Adrian Davis.

Uh-huh.

And the time code from
the prison security camera

matches the date and time
of the call to Stanfill Wines.

Stanfill lied to us.

ERIC: The GPS on his cell
says that he's at home.

I'll call Callen.

Federal agents.

Stanfill.

Sam, bullet holes.

SAM:
Got spent casings.

G.

So much for
staying in touch.

$10,000 in hundred dollar bills.

Over 300 grand in the safe.

Packaged just like the ones
stolen from Iraq.

Well, gives a whole new meaning
to "money laundering."

The shell casings
look like they match

the ones at Adrian Davis' place.
So after

killing Stanfill,
Tarik and his cartel friends

find the safe,
but can't open it.

So they blow it off,
'cause they know

it can't hold anywhere
near the millions

they're looking for.

Which is obviously
somewhere else.

Where?

Mr. Stanfill told me
not to answer any questions

about the warehouse operation
without his say-so.

Well, that's gonna
be a challenge.

Mr. Stanfill was
murdered today.

What?
Harold, look,

as the warehouse manager,
you have two choices.

Either you can be charged
with obstruction

of a federal investigation,
or you can cooperate with us.

It's a time-sensitive offer,
Harold.

He wouldn't hide any money
on the floor.

Why not?

'Cause there's no
permanent stock here.

All these cases are gonna ship
to, uh, restaurants and stores.

Couple of weeks, they'll all be
gone and replaced with new ones.

Was Stanfill a wine collector
himself?

He was.

Where did he keep
his private stock?

Yeah, yeah, over here.
I'll show you.

Gave some of them to friends
once in a while.

Most he kept for himself.

WOMAN (over P.A.): The purchase orders
for the South Pasadena delivery

are ready at Dock Eight.

Decaf, Mr. Beale?

Oh! Uh.
I'm sorry.

Feeling a little, uh,
agitated this morning.

Trying to ease up
on the caffeine.

It doesn't seem to be
doing much for your nerves.

Yeah, well...

How are things
up in Ops?

Oh, good. Really good.

Excellent, in fact.

You know, a few speed bumps,
but every case has its bumps.

(laughs)

And, uh...

how are Ms. Blye's, uh,

shock absorbers
in your estimation?

Pretty good. Yeah.

They're not... not...
I wouldn't say...

high-impact motocross good,

but, you know, maybe
more like Buick good.

You know, smooth, but not...

not taking any sharp
corners these day...

This analogy's not
really working, is it?

Uh-uh, not so much.

(sighs)

Kensi is a great agent.

Ah.

Well, I know that, Mr. Beale.

Yeah, so-so
it would follow that, um...

that she'd have greater success,
uh... agenting.

Ms. Blye's technical prowess may
leave something to be desired,

but your deductive skills
are in fine form.

She's bored and restless, Hetty.

And I don't blame her.

But emotionally?

Solid as a rock
as far as I can tell.

Thank you.

(distant shouting)

(bottles clinking)

Whoa! Uh-oh.
Excuse me.

This one's about half
as light as the rest of them.

Well, a million dollars
should be half as light

as 12 bottles of wine.

That's not even
close to a million.

(bottles clinking)

What does F-81 mean?

Our boy Harold should know
what that means.

(distant shouting)

I have no idea what that means.

That's not
for delivery.

That's for pickup.

By who?

Well, I have no idea.

Where is it going?

Damned if I know.

You're the warehouse manager,
and you don't know

who's picking it up
or where it's going?

Nope. Never have.

There have
been others?

Mr. Stanfill marks up a box,

and when it's ready,
I text a number,

and some woman
comes by and picks it up.

And you don't know
where it's going?

Nope.
How often did this happen?

Maybe once a month, since
he started the company.

Once a month?

And you don't find that
the slightest bit unusual?

Nope.

I think it's time to
send another text.

Number's a burn phone
just like we thought.

Well, unfortunately,

that means we have
to keep staring at this blip,

which, after careful analysis,
I've determined is not moving.

Well, sometimes
that's part of the job in here.

Not very exciting.

That's actually okay, you know.

I've spent some many
more hours on stakeouts.

And you are
so much less irritating

than spending time
with Deeks in a car.

Thanks.

I think.

So, how long ago did that
warehouse manager sent the text?

Uh, 92 minutes

and 30 seconds.
Mm.

You know what they say
about a watched pot.

(beeping, trilling)

Yeah. Eventually,
it's got to boil.

Showtime, guys.

The GPS in the case of wine says

it's on the move.

This your house?

It's Mr. Foster's.
I work for him.

Mr. Foster home?

Of course.

We need to
speak with him.

Please come in.

Mr. Foster, there are
some people here to see you.

(rhythmic beeping
and whooshing)

(inhales deeply)

(whirring)

(inhales deeply)

What can I do for you?

(rhythmic beeping
and whooshing continues)

Mr. Foster, you received
a box of money every month

from Gabriel Stanfill's company,

and you've never heard of him?

No idea who that is.

How do you pay your bills?

My caregiver.

From your account?

That's right.

Something tells me

your V.A. benefits aren't gonna
match those monthly balances.

(beeping and whooshing)

This morning,
Gabriel Stanfill was killed

by cartel muscle
hired by al-Qaeda.

And now,
they're after Adrian Davis.

Someone you claim
you've never heard of.

If you don't help us, Brian,

we might not be able
to save Adrian.

DEEKS:
Thank you so much.

We, uh, really appreciate it.

You're welcome.
Thank you.

What'd you get?
Not a lot.

It's, uh, his mother's house.

When she passed away,
Bethany moved in.

She's his nurse
and caregiver.

She picks up a box once a month.

She doesn't know what's in it
or who Stanfill and Davis are.

It's not much of a story,
but they're on the same page.

So... what now?

Why don't you take her
into interrogation?

Guys?

Those are at
least an 11.

Men's 11.

Not Foster's.

Cover the back. Nell, stay here.

Damn it! (grunting)

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Got you!
SAM: Deeks,

what are you doing?
Huh?

(panting)

Ah.

You know, catching bad guys.

(Deeks panting)

(handcuffs clicking)

Oh, it was like the Wild West
in Bagdad.

I mean, there were guys
taking out stacks

of hundreds in wheelbarrows.

And it was just too much
to resist, huh?

Why, I did at first, but
the other contractors pushed me.

Said we deserved it,
putting ourselves at risk.

Everyone was
doing it?

(sighs)

Yeah, well,
it doesn't make it right.

Uh, and-and I told 'em.

I said I-I wasn't going down
that rabbit hole.

(sighs)

Then my contracts got cancelled.

I was underbid
on every one of them.

They were sending
you a message.

Gabe wanted to know
what was going on, you know, so,

we talked about it.

And about Brian.

You and Stanfill served
with Foster?

Yeah.

What happened?

(sighs)

We were, uh-- I don't know--
about 20 klicks out of Ramadi.

Some of the trucks are, uh...
are armor-plated,

but, uh, not ours.

Some kid playing
with what looked

like a remote control toy car

off the side of the road.
Hmm.

They tell you
to suspect everything.

Just didn't even have time
to think about it really,

but you always wonder.

You know, Gabe and me-- we did
a couple of days in a med unit,

walked away
with a few bruises.

Brian-- you know, he...

V.A. wasn't doing right by him?

Best they could, you know.

I don't...
I don't fault those guys.

He had the basics.

But you and Stanfill wanted him
to have more than the basics?

Seemed like
the right call at the time.

How much did you take out
of Baghdad for him?

What they caught me with,
and, uh,

a little more
I managed to get out before.

What's a little bit more?

(sighs) I don't know.
A few hundred thousand.

SAM: You were in Iraq
for four years, Adrian.

Four years.

That's all you managed
to get out?

Like I said,

I wasn't comfortable doing it
in the first place.

(whirring)

Hey.

Hey, Nell.

How's it going
out there?

Uh... it's good.

It's...

interesting.

It's kind of challenging.

How's it going in here?

Oh, you know, it's my reward

for being beaten and chained
in a cave with my ex-fiancé.

NELL:
Yeah.

Kens, you know when you...

you really want something,

and you get it, but

somehow, it's...

not the way
that you wanted it at all?

I...

I want to
be aa agent.

I do.

But...

not like this.

I get it.

(keyboard keys clicking, beep)
ERIC: Oh, come on!

What? What's wrong?

The freaking firewall's
jamming me up.

You sure?

I beg you.

(sighs)
Okay. What's up?

Brian Foster's personal
financial records were encrypted

by Monarca Securities.

They knew what
they were doing.

Well, game on.

(keyboard keys clicking)

(computer chirping, beeping)

(beeping)

There you go, Beale.

And...

(beep)
we're in.

(computer chirps)

Jukebox?

I think you mean jackpot.

No, look here.

Seven years ago,

Brian Foster bought
a jukebox bar in the Valley.

NELL: That's after
he was injured in Iraq.

That's odd.

That rare Ceylon tea
we got you for your birthday.

Mm.
Is that it?

It is.

Is it everything
you asked for and more?

How is it?

Oh, just fine.

Good to hear.

But I think, Mr. Deeks,

you have something else
on your mind.

I want my partner back.

I need her back,
and it's been five months.

And she's right upstairs.

And you shall have her back.

Mm-hmm.

When exactly?

When I determine

that her mind is sound enough

to make decisions

that will directly affect

the national security
of this county.

Right. I don't want to question
your judgment.

And yet,
you are.

Okay, last question then.

Um...

honestly,
is there more to this...

than what Kensi went through
in Afghanistan?

I don't know, Mr. Deeks.

Is there?

It's the jukebox guy.

Uh, does maintenance,
picks up the coinage.

He's your jukebox guy?
Yeah.

How often do you see him?

Uh, I never see him.
He comes in once a month,

but it's always after we've,
uh, closed and I've locked up.

He's got his own key.

MAN: Seriously,
can I get another drink?

Ugh. Natives are getting
restless. Excuse me.

If you owned a
million-dollar wine warehouse,

would you moonlight as
a jukebox repairman?

No, I would not.
Hmm.

♪ ♪

Insides should be full
of 45s, right?

Yeah.

Except this one
doesn't play 45s.

It's been retrofitted

for Mp3s.

Should be empty inside.

(grunting)

Huh.

Empty.

Hold it.

Not quite empty.

Money was here.

Yeah.

Stanfill moved it.

You're never getting
that money, Adrian.

The minute you
walk out that door,

you will be under
constant surveillance.

If al-Qaeda gets their hands
on that money,

it could tip the balance
in Iraq.

You're a Marine, Adrian.

You made a pledge to
serve this country.

Or did you conveniently
forget that?

It was 42.

$42 million?

Look, we know
you and Stanfill hid the money

at the bar
you bought for Foster.

But he moved it.

What?

I-I was still in lockup.
He never told me.

No, that's-that's the truth.

There are al-Qaeda operatives
hunting for you,

willing to kill
you for the money.

And you have no
idea where it is?

CALLEN:
You sure about that, Adrian?

You've always been a pretty good
human lie detector.

Thanks to my time
spent with you, Owen.

(phone buzzes)

(Sam speaking indistinctly
over monitor)

Ugh! Davis' lawyer
for the fifth time today.

We have every right to hold him.

Even if the valet's death
was self-defense,

he still left the scene.

That's true.

But given his time served
and motive to help his comrade,

I'm tempted to release him
on his own recognizance,

at least until
all of this gets worked out.

Always is.

(Sam speaking indistinctly
over monitor)

(metallic creaking)

Our money you stole will go
a long way to helping our cause.

Wait.

You might want to
think about this.

(gasps)
Federal agents!

(groaning)

(gasps)

NELL: Tarik?
(gun chamber clicking)

Game's over.

On your knees.

(clears his throat)

See, you got to stay
in control, Deeks.

Is that so?
Mm.

Yeah, 'cause it's all
about respect.

Okay. Well played.

Well played.

(garbled radio transmission)

Looks just like the real deal.
Well, thanks

to our assistant director,
some of it is.

Question is,
where's the real money?

Surprised how fast
they found me.

Well, once we put the word out
to our man Little Dip

about where you'd be released,
we knew

it was only a matter of time
before they had eyes on you.

You put yourself
at risk to help us.

That's gonna go a long way.

SAM:
Guys?

Found this in
Stanfill's desk.

Has "For Adrian" written
on the label.

There was a rolled-up hundred
dollar bill with a note inside.

Read that.

"If you're reading this,
I'm gone.

Enjoy the Pinot."

Now, at first,
it didn't make sense to me.

This isn't a Pinot.
It's a Merlot.

And you're smiling why?

That's a Pinot.

Hidden in plain sight.

GRANGER: It was the D.O.J.'s
decision, Henrietta.

Well, I think
that's an appropriate ending.

I do, too.

Good night, Owen.

Good night.

(indistinct chatter)

Due to Adrian Davis'
cooperation,

the D.O.J. has decided

to consider his punishment
time served.

That's great.

Yeah.

Would you consider, um...

doing the same for me?

Keeping you here wasn't meant
as punishment, Ms. Blye.

I know.

The truth is,
I don't know if you're ready.

That being said,
I don't know

that keeping you here
will provide... revelations.

We won't know, will we...

until you're back out there?

Your friends
have missed you dearly.

Go.

CALLEN: You seem calmer, Eric.
ERIC: Oh, I am.

Now that things are back
to normal in the department.

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

DEEKS: Hey.
Hi.

We haven't a lot of time to
chat since you've been back.

I know.

It's gonna change.

You mean, it's gonna... change?

Does that mean that...?
Wait a minute. Are you back?

Sure looks like it.

That's good news.

I was getting a little worried,
because, uh,

pretty sure Nell was falling
in love with me.

Aah! (sucks in through teeth)

God!

(sucks in through teeth)

And there she is.

Here I am.

KENSI: It's good to be back.

DEEKS:
It's good to have you back.

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