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Hi.

Something quick and fancy.

With gin. And tonic.

But hold the tonic.

Ah...

I swear he was on The
Young and the Restless.

Or was it The Bold and the Beautiful?

Sorry, haven't seen either.

Well, I'm pretty sure
that he killed his sister.

Or married her. Or both.

I'm Colleen, and I watch
way too many soap operas.

Sean.

Well, you're cute.

And if I didn't have to fly back

to Virginia in two hours,

I'd convince you to take me to dinner.

Well, I'm flattered,
but now I'm more worried

about your flight. LAX?

Long Beach.

I'm not gonna make it, am I?

Well, if you leave right now,
you might have a chance.

- Ooh.
- You know, go.

Don't worry, I'll get your drink.

Well, I don't care what they say.

Y'all are real nice here in L.A.

Colleen, wait up!

Well, if this isn't a meet cute.

I, uh, think you actually
grabbed my suitcase by mistake.

Sure am sorry about this.

It's all good, I'm just

really glad I caught you.

Oh, honey. That's not what I meant.

Bless his heart.

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You need a plan.

I have a plan.

You need to write it down.

I did write it down,
and I sent it to you.

You sent me a text
that said I could have

your Leatherman 300 series multi-tool.

Yeah, it means a lot to me.

And you mean a lot to me,

so if anything happens to me,

it's all yours.

I got a guy.

Of course you got a guy.

He's an estate lawyer. Best in the city.

That's great 'cause
I don't have an estate.

I barely have a couch.

G, it's not just you anymore.

You need to start thinking about
getting your affairs in order.

Affairs in order? What, is there

a hit out on me that I don't know about?

I mean, should I be concerned?

Let's see how you do at target practice,

then I'll let you know.

Why don't you write this down:

Now Deeks gets the Leatherman.

All right, man, it's your loss.

There's definitely a cow involved.

Maybe it was three cows.

I mean, it could've been

- seven cows.
- Oh, my gosh, Deeks,

cut to the chase. What
happened with the cows?

I don't remember what
happened with the cows.

I was 15, I don't remember.

What I do remember, though,

is that I came home way,

way past curfew.

Wait, how much past curfew?

Two days.

Oh. Okay, you know what? Doesn't matter.

Teenage boys are a different breed.

Rosa will never, ever do that to us.

How dare you gender profile
pubescent indiscretions.

What are you...
What are you telling me here,

that you never broke curfew?

Uh, considering that I was homeless

for a good part of my teenage years,

no, I didn't.

Ouch. Gonna hit me with the real real.

Well, you know what?
There was this one time, though.

Go on.

It was before

- my dad died.
- Right.

I was about 14 years old or so,

and I convinced him to
let me and my friend, uh,

stay out a little later to go
see Third Eye Blind play live.

Oh, classic '90s.
So what'd you really do?

Keg stand? Drag race?

Did you at least sneak some
smokes behind the Piggly Wiggly?

Ew. Ew. No, of course not.

We went to the concert,
and we just got home late.

That's no fun.

No, but the backstage passes
we stole certainly were.

Oh, my God, it's all teenagers.

See? Every last, shifty one of them.

That is my point.

You know what? That settles it.

I don't care. 9:00 p.m. curfew.

Definitely.

Indefinitely.

Indefinitely...

We're gonna be such good parents.

Yo. There you are.
I've been looking for you.

Hey. Really?

I didn't see you come in this morning.

- How's it going?
- That's a loaded question.

Everything okay?

For now.

Okay, what's with
the vaguebooking, Tree?

Have you ever heard of the ARkStorm?

Uh, is that the new retro club
in the Fashion District?

No, it's the catastrophic rain storm

that's headed towards LA.

I heard about it on the news
on my way in this morning.

Oh, it sounds scary.
How long have we got?

Anywhere between five months

and, like, five decades.

Perfect, just enough time
to, uh, solve our case.

Hey, got your text. Who is this?

Well, say hello to Sean Baker.

Hello, Sean Baker.
To what do we owe the pleasure?

Yeah, pleasure's not really
the word I would use.

Baker was attacked yesterday
at the York Park Hotel

where he's been staying
for the past few weeks.

- Is he alive?
- Barely.

The attacker sent Baker over a railing.

He flew 20 feet
to the lobby floor below.

He's been in surgery
ever since this morning.

What's his connection to us?

Well, he's the co-founder
of Almaya Technautics,

an L.A.-based artificial
intelligence start-up

which has an exclusive
contract with the Navy.

Well, if the company's based in LA,
why was he staying in a hotel?

Good question,

because the address
on his driver's license

doesn't appear to be current.

What do we know about the company?

Well, most recently,
they've been developing

autonomous military agents equipped for

search and rescue operations
on the battlefield.

So... robots.

That's another way to put it.

If these robots have the ability

to track our soldiers on the ground,

an enemy could co-opt
that same technology

and use it to find them first.

Or reprogram them to hunt and kill.

I'm starting to think that an
ARkStorm doesn't sound so bad.

Cameras were down in
the area during the attack,

but, according to witnesses,

we're looking for this woman.

Unfortunately, facial rec
hasn't gotten any hits,

so Kilbride wants us
to find out who she is

and make sure that Baker's tech
hasn't been compromised.

All right, we'll take the crime scene.

Have Kensi and Deeks
reach out to Baker's company.

And let's start digging into Baker,

see if anything sticks out

in the days leading up to his attack.

You got it.

Yo, speaking of Kilbride, where is he?

Uh, I don't know.

He sent me everything via
encrypted message this morning.

Huh. You don't think he's
in trouble again, do you?

Ooh.

Who did your decorating,

Marie Kondo?

Elizabeth, you're still here.

Oh, well, I found these
in the, uh, backyard,

and I thought, you know,

they could liven up
the place a little bit.

You hate daisies.

Oh, you remembered.

Too bad you didn't
remember our anniversary.

Maybe we wouldn't have
gotten divorced 30 years ago.

No, I'm kidding.

It was your temper.

I have to get to the office.

Oh, so soon? I was going to

make us breakfast, but I kind of gave up

expired cans of Vienna sausage for lent.

There's a diner right down the street.

I'm sure you'll find
something there that you like.

Last night was fun, wasn't it?

Last night was something.

Now, there's that poker face I married.

Yeah, come to think of it,

that might have had something
to do with the divorce, too.

Why are you here, Elizabeth?

I told you, I came in
early for a conference,

and asked you for drinks last night

so that we could catch up, and...

Well, I didn't expect us
to catch up so much.

Nice try,

but I have been able to read your face

since you were 25 years old.

I know you want something.

What I want...

...is to take a shower.

There are towels in the closet.

Lock the door on your way out.

Baker must have spent

a ton of money to stay here.

Rooms in a place like this
do not come cheap.

That's 'cause you
don't pay for the room,

you pay for the experience.

It's just a room, it's
not a spiritual journey.

You're right.

Spiritual journey's part
of the upgrade package.

What did you find out?

An employee said the attacker

escaped through a stairwell.

Said she was carrying a suitcase.

LAPD confirmed it was Baker's.

Did the cameras pick up anything?

Caught her exiting into the alley.

Lost her when she hit the streets.

Well, Fatima's checking traffic cams.

Hopefully she can pick up her trail.

G, this woman is good.

Maybe too good.

Did you, uh, see this?

Blood marks.

Attack started here.

Goes all the way back here.

That's pretty far from
where Baker went over.

Yeah.

It was quite a fight.

Yeah.

So either the attacker

took one too many kickboxing classes...

Or we're looking for a professional.

Thank you for joining us, Mr. Greene.

Call me Clyde. Is Sean going to be okay?

Uh, he's not out of the woods yet,

but the last update
we got sounds promising.

His mother's going to kill me.

Sean and I have been friends forever.

She blames me for everything
bad that happens to him.

Do bad things happen to him often?

We got into some trouble
when we were kids,

but nothing major, just typical

teenager stuff, you know...

Cows, Third Eye Blind.
No, we definitely get it.

What's Third Eye Blind?

How dare you.

Not important.

But that was a long time ago.

We started our company
from our dorm room together.

We've been all about
the work ever since.

Things were slow at first,

so the company took a back seat

while we built up our résumés,

but that all changed about a year ago.

What happened a year ago?

Suddenly everybody wanted
to get their hands on AI.

That tracks. Same timeline
as the invasion of Ukraine.

It was a wake-up call for
militaries all over the world.

Tech companies, too.
The competition's steep,

but we were lucky to land

our sole source contract with the Navy.

If your company is here in L.A.,

why was Baker staying at a hotel?

He lives out of them.
Changes it up every few weeks.

Does the same thing with hobbies.

Says he finds
consistency to be suffocating.

That totally makes sense.

What?

What? Variety is the hot spice of life.

Is there anyone you can

think of that might want to hurt him?

- No.
- Nobody?

No one.

Look, uh, things have
been a little chaotic

at the office, given what happened.

Would you mind if...

- Please.
- Go, go, go.

We will let you know
if anything changes.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

So, lifetime friends turned partners.

Looks like we're not the only ones

mixing business and pleasure.

Yeah, but the only thing I ever started

out of my dorm room
was a hot plate fire.

What's a hot plate?

What's a hot plate?

What do we got?

Sir, you're okay.

Uh, are you okay?

Well, considering that

I have been forced to live out

my so-called golden years

in this overly triggered,

insecurity blanket of a town,

the answer is no,

Agent Namazi, I am never okay.

Noted, but not what I meant.

I was worried when you
didn't show up this morning.

Oh, well, I appreciate the concern.

What I do not appreciate

is being forced to beg for a sitrep.

Of course.

Are you sure you're okay?

Right.

Okay, so, I was able to
reach our contact at ONR,

who's been overseeing Baker's project.

Their systems are on alert

and ready to intercept

any potential cyberattacks.

Good. What about Sean Baker himself?

Guess who got access
to his bank accounts?

Admiral, you're here.

And you're okay.

Is there something
different about you today?

I got highlights.

Proceed, Agent Rountree.

Yes, sir.

So, this is actually pretty interesting.

Baker has been making payments

to an art gallery downtown
for the past three months.

Maybe he's got a thing for still lifes.

But he doesn't have
a thing for consistency.

His partner told Kensi and Deeks

that Baker doesn't do anything

for more than a few weeks at a time.

Well, then I agree, this is interesting.

Get a warrant, have Kensi
and Deeks check it out.

Yes, sir.

All right, thanks.

Hey, buddy.

Nope, no need. I know why you're here.

Get a hit on the prints yet?

Excuse me?

Fingerprints.

Got to be all over this place,
right? You get a hit yet?

I heard what you said.

Why don't you let me
ask the questions, okay?

- Yeah, yeah.
- You work here last night?

Uh, yeah, yeah, until those two perps

took off without paying.

Or was it one perp?

How-how many perps we looking at?

Stop saying "perps." Sorry.

Just, I've been researching
crime a lot lately.

For my screenplay.

Actually, if you ever
wanted to take a look...

I'm not much for reading.

Or writing things down.

LAPD found this in Baker's hotel room.

Laptop still inside.

What can you tell me about this woman?

Uh, she was only here a few minutes.

She said something about
flying back to Virginia.

Anyway, she sat down right there

and she immediately started
flirting with our John Doe.

He's not our John Doe.

He's not even a John Doe.

Is this the guy she was talking to?

Uh, yeah, yeah, that's him.

He got pretty upset

when he noticed his bag was gone, too.

She must have been
targeting Baker all night.

Okay, so she waits, finds a time
where she can distract him

long enough to sneak away
with his suitcase.

Before she get away,
he catches up with her.

And we all know how
that ended. Mm-mm-mmm.

Sorry.

Question is,

what was in that suitcase
that was so important to him?

We might have a way to find out.

What is that, one of those smart tags?

Yeah, you put it in a wallet or a purse,

anything you don't want
to lose track of.

Well, consideringthe way he
fought to get that bag back...

It might mean he put a tracker in it

so he wouldn't lose it
in the first place.

Wow, look at this workspace.

Well, it doesn't really look like

he's been getting any actual work done.

Huh, which is weird why
he keeps paying for it,

considering his nomadic lifestyle.

Well, maybe he's waiting:
for inspiration to strike.

Yeah, that's his mistake,
because you should never wait

for inspiration to strike,

you should go after it.

Well, you can tell that
to Salvador Dali,

'cause you know what they say?

They say that his famous melting clocks

was actually based on
a block of Camembert

that was left in the sun for too long.

Uh, quick question.
Who's "they," exactly?

Uh, historians and scholars.

Maybe I read it on a Snapple cap.

My point is that art can be found

in the most unlikely of places.

Like a box full of wide-eyed dolls?

I said art, not nightmares.

Oh, Daddy,

I love you.

Okay, now I know
what I'm gonna be talking about

- in therapy this week.
- You don't go to therapy.

I do now.

Hold on a second.
I feel something in here. Knife?

Yeah.

- Right there?
- Yeah.

What do you got?

Oh, man.

Is that a microchip?

"AT-4756."

A-T.

What was Baker's company name?

Almaya Technautics.

Deeks, it's in all of them.

So, maybe this was never about

gaining access to Baker's robots.

Maybe this whole time,

Baker has been secretly

selling the microchips
that are running them.

Why do I feel guilty

about what we just did?

Why do I feel like their
eyes are still watching me?

And why do I feel
like I'm listening to a reboot

of Child's Play?

Fatima, what do you got?

Looks like these
microchips all appear to be

field-programmable gate arrays.

Oh, I've always, uh, preferred

the purple frost flavor myself.

- Gate arrays. Not Gatorade.
- Oh. Oh.

As you know, these semiconductors

are the brains of most technology.

But, unlike ASIC chips,
which are designed for

one specific purpose,

FPGA's are customizable.

Meaning they can be repurposed

for all different types of technology.

Everything from dishwashers
to Baker's autonomous robots.

So does that mean that
they can be reprogrammed

to work in weapons like
drones and cruise missiles?

Yes, that's why

companies are prohibited
from exporting them

to enemy countries like Russia or China,

who are desperate to get
their hands on them.

Which means that those countries

could probably be willing to pay

a hefty sum to remedy that problem.

And if that's true,
it looks like Baker's

been taking them up on that offer.

I'll get in touch
with his partner again,

see if we can find out how
many more are unaccounted for.

Yo, Callen, Sam.

What do you got, Rountree?

We got a warrant to access

the iCloud account

that was attached to the laptop

you guys found in Baker's messenger bag.

I'm still searching through
the texts and emails.

It looks like everything's above board.

Yeah, this guy's made a career
working in technology.

He would never do anything illegal

on his personal devices.

He's way too smart for that.

Well, luckily so is
his luggage. You were right.

Everything this guy owned
seems to be linked to

its own app, including one

for a ridiculously
expensive smart suitcase.

You don't pay for the suitcase,
you pay for the experience.

Were you able to get a location on it?

It's been all over the city,

Looks like it recently stopped moving

in a parking lot downtown.
I'm sending you the address now.

Thanks, Rountree.

No, I will not calm down.

I am currently dealing with
a matter of national security.

I not only have the Secretary
of the United States Navy

breathing down my neck,

I also have ONR texting
me four-letter words

that would make George Carlin blush.

Now, I can barely commit
to a cup of coffee,

and you actually expect
me to commit to dinner?

And dessert.

Where do you keep your Bundt pan?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you back in my house?

Darling, I never left.

But I did have some,
uh, groceries delivered.

Mostly leafy greens

and walnuts, oatmeal.

Well, the last time I checked,
I was not a squirrel,

so I won't be needing any of that.

Hollace, I'm worried about your heart.

There's a first time for everything.

You know, I hate to admit it, but...

I've missed our fights.

This wouldn't even make the top 20.

Oh.

You remember that time
in, uh, Atlantic City,

at the Tropicana?

Oh, how could I forget?

You stabbed me in the thigh
with a king crab leg.

But we did manage

to make up

before the elevator got to the lobby.

Yeah, two times,
if I remember correctly.

Uh, yeah, look, I've got to go.

I've got a case to solve.

Yeah, and I have a dinner to prepare.

See you later.

Sir? Are you in the middle of something?

Well, I was just about to
break my record at Wordle,

but for you, I will take a break.

Walk and talk, Agent Namazi.

- Walk and talk.
- Yes, sir.

So, I checked every flight

from here to the D.C. metro area.

So far, no one matches

the description of Baker's attacker.

Well, she nearly killed
a government contractor,

and potentially made off
with God knows how many

military-grade microchips,

so I wouldn't expect honesty

to be her strong suit.

Yeah, speaking of, uh,
the Navy confirmed that all

23 microchips that we
found at Baker's studio

were manufactured by Almaya Technautics.

I'm just having a hard time finding out

how many more are unaccounted for.

Well, what about Baker's partner?

What does he have to say?

I can't locate him.

And nobody at the company

will talk without his approval.

Then may I suggest that you

stop telling me things
that you don't know,

and come find me when there are actually

things that you do know.

Tough crowd.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

an atmospheric river could
wipe out the whole Southland

any moment now,

and he won't remember any of this.

It doesn't.

Listen, if Baker was
trying to sell these

highly restricted microchips,

then he probably had
people lined up to buy them.

And the whole reason they're restricted

is because they could be used

in hostile drones and missiles.

Right, which means we need to
talk to someone highly skilled

in the weapons trade.

And the pastry trade, too.

You never told me what I get.

What are you talking about?

Well, you know, when you head out

to that big math competition in the sky,

what's in it for me?

In what world do I go first?

You think the sixth
food group is "fast."

I think that still waters run deep.

You keep a lot of things bottled up,

that's gonna catch
up to you one of these days.

Yeah, well, hopefully
we catch up with, uh,

Baker's business partner before it does.

What the hell does Clyde
Greene have to do with this?

Well, he's right there.

And he's gonna run.

Hey, federal agents.

Told you.

This is the end of the road, Greene.

Hope you got your affairs in order.

Baker's suitcase is empty.

Fatima's gaining access to
the lot's security cameras.

This is all a big misunderstanding.

I see. So you misunderstood

when we said we were federal agents.

I was scared.

You weren't the same people
I talked to this morning.

So, to be clear, you thought

there was only two of us in the city?

Budget cuts are no joke.

Yeah,

you should see what
they're doing to our prisons.

Actually, you're about to.

It's not what you think.

Well, that's a little presumptuous.

'cause we haven't
told you what we think,

but since you brought it up,

we think that you found out
your partner was doing

a little side hustle,
and he cut you out.

Which pissed you off,

so you put a hit out on him,

and then cashed in on everything.

No. No way.

I didn't hire anyone to kill anybody.

None of this was supposed to happen.

Okay, so what was supposed to happen?

With the supply chain shortage
'cause of Covid,

the world's desperate for
the microchips we're making.

But your contract with
the Navy has exclusivity

so you can't sell to anyone else.

Which is why we did a few side deals.

We only sold a few.

On the dark web.

Sean got greedy, put out an ad for more.

- How many more?
- 200.

He had them all at the bar with him.

He was there to meet the buyer,

but he was attacked before they arrived.

That's because there was no buyer.

You... You guys were set up.

And now there's enough
of your chips out in the wind

to power an enemy's entire arsenal.

Which means your charge
just went up to treason.

Come on, you can do this.

I don't know.

Horseradish?

Yes. Yes, it's crazy, right?

And all it took was a little gin.

Wow. I don't even taste the gin.

Oh, no, no, no, you wouldn't.

I was drinking it when
I came up with the idea.

Um, you know what?

Excuse me for a second.

Would you... get on out of here.

Sorry to interrupt.

Ah, don't worry about it.

I was just having a little fun

with those not-so-soggy
bottoms over here.

Carry the two... Yeah, I'm pretty sure

- that was... that was offensive.
- Yeah.

So, let me guess.
You came all the way down here

to thank me for the rugelach

I sent you for Hanukkah.

No, but truly, what a mitzvah, huh?

They were delicious.

We actually need your help.

You should really consider
a punch card at this point,

like buy nine arms dealers,
get the tenth for free.

Do you happen to know who she is?

Girl boss, love to see that,

but, uh, I don't know her.
What's her deal?

We think, uh, La Femme Nikita
here is in the wind

with about 200 stolen
military-grade microchips.

Yeah, well, it was only
a matter of time.

Those little devils are shaping
up to be the future of arms deals.

I mean, I haven't worked
with them myself,

but I might know someone who has.

Do you know where she's from?

Uh, we're thinking
somewhere in the South,

but hoping that you
could find out for sure.

Hmm.

And, uh, what do I get for my troubles?

I will do everything in my power

to secure you a, uh,
invite to the next company barbecue.

Ooh. Isn't he a mensch?

So excited.

Hey.

Hey. Perfect timing. Follow me.

Did you get access to the
parking lot security footage yet?

Yeah, and it wasn't easy.

They wanted $10 for
the first 15 minutes,

$20 for the whole day.

Wow, really tough crowd today.

Anyway, I, uh, isolated the footage

to the same time stamp we got

from Baker's tracking app

and I found this.

That's the woman from the hotel.

Yeah, and still no ID.

But Kensi and Deeks
are working with Nina Barnes

to see if we can change that.

Whoever she is,
she has to know we're on to her.

I mean, there's no way she's
sticking around much longer.

This video is from two hours ago.

She could be on her way to
the Mexican border by now.

She definitely made a wrong turn.

Kaleidoscope just got a hit on her SUV.

Looks like she just exited
the 405 North at Victory.

She's in Van Nuys.

There's a private airfield out there.

Can't be more than
two miles from the exit.

Alert TSA and Air Traffic Control.

No planes in and out of that airspace.

You got it.

She's like a walking Rosetta Stone.

Yeah, with the gravitas
of a Fellini film.

...Phil Collins.

Phil Collins.

Bene.

- Grazie.
- Grazie.

Ciao bella.

Sorry, my Italian's a little rusty.

Did you just track down
an organized criminal

or is Genesis reuniting?

Oh, God, I wish.

Those British bad boys
got me through grad school.

- Tell me more.
- Let's just say

that my contact

once mistook a German gunrunner

for Sir Collins himself.

Okay, do you have a name for us?

Yeah, Paulina Kaminska.

- Kaminska. Is that, uh, Appalachian?
- What?

Polish, I think.

Turns out your girl is one half

of a very elusive European duo.

She and her partner
broker deals for everyone

from French royalty
to Irish crime syndicates.

Oh, so she's an equal
opportunity arms broker.

She was. Rumor has it
they had a falling out.

My guy says she got out of
the game a few years ago.

So why get back in now?

I mean, considering how much
people are willing to pay

for those microchips,
I'm guessing money.

But she had to get her paws on it first,

which is why she set up Baker
and Greene, and stole them.

- Hmm.
- Look, this woman has done deals

with some very dangerous people.

She's talented.

And the reason you
couldn't get an ID on her

is because she's never been caught.

Bring me up to speed.

This is Paulina Kaminska,

a confirmed Polish national

and alleged former arms broker

with contacts all over the globe.

Meaning if she gets out of the country,

it's "so long" to her
and those microchips.

And in the meantime,
we will have single-handedly

given one of our enemies enough power

to start the next major global conflict.

Which is why
we're doing everything we can

to stop her from leaving.

ATC has grounded every single flight

in and out of Van Nuys Airport.

And we just tracked her SUV

to a closed-down night club
on the airfield's perimeter.

She could be trying to dump the vehicle.

It's only a matter of time
until she realizes

what's going on and changes course.

Where are Callen and Sam?

Just got here.

We got eyes on Kaminska.
She's got two men with her.

Kensi and Deeks?

Ten minutes until we get there, sir.

And when we do, it's arrivederci

to this little field mouse.

Don't mind him, sir.
He's feeling inspired today.

- We don't have time.
- She's on the move.

Hang on.

Looks like we got company.

Two more men.

I'm sending you photos.

Got them.

Rountree, go.

Yes, sir.

They're going inside the club with her.

Gentlemen, what the hell's
going on out there?

She didn't come here to flee.

She's here to make the sale.

I've got one gunman at the front.

I've got the south side covered.

I got the east side.

Do we have any idea
what we're looking at yet?

I was only able to ID one of them,

but luckily he's the only
one that matters.

His name is Anton Kusev,

former SVR turned very much
wanted Russian arms broker.

And so I very much don't want you

to let him walk away with this sale.

Say the word and we'll make sure
they barely walk away at all.

Do we have eyes on the microchips?

- We do now.
- So do we have a plan?

I've got an idea.

Well, then, ladies and gentlemen,

what are you waiting for?

Start the show.

Kensi, I got one down.

I got him. Go.

Is this the way to the buffet?

Looks like the buffet is closed.

Hey!

Don't move.

Going somewhere?

Hands on the wheel.

Kusev had a plane waiting
to take him to Ensenada.

We stopped him just in time.

Good job today, everybody.

See what happens when you have a plan?

We got everybody.
Kensi's inside doing a final sweep.

Let's eat. Who's hungry?

I could go to town
on some Camembert. Yeah?

I mean, I do have a few hours left.

A few hours left until what?

Rosa's curfew. She's got a 9:00 curfew,

so I figured we should probably
be home at the same time.

That's funny.

I remember when
I thought curfews worked.

Yeah, they never stopped me.

Wha... Stop...

Stopped you from doing what, exactly?

I don't think you want to know.

Guys, we just stopped

a Russian arms dealer

from escaping with these
little Johnny 5's, right?

If we can't reign in a teenager,

I'm pretty sure that we've got a...

problem. Hold on a second.

Uh, these microchips,
the ones we found before

were inscribed with "AT," which
is the initials, for Baker's company.

This is... This is blank.

Yo, they all are.

Son of a bitch.

They're fakes.

You guys, go home. We got this.

- Give us a minute.
- Yes, sir.

I was hoping I'd at least get a nap

before you figured it out.

Where are they?

They're... gone.

I destroyed them.

You don't expect us
to believe that, do you?

I don't expect you to
believe anything I say.

But I'll give you the address.
You can see for yourself.

You were out of the game.

Why go through all this trouble?

I have a cottage back home.

Outside Medyka.

Near eastern border.

Quiet place.

At least it was.

And now it's a crossing point

for thousands of fleeing refugees.

I've played a part in some
bad things in the past.

Things I can't take back.

Now I have a front row seat
to the realities of them.

Yeah. Karma's a bitch.

So you knew Baker was making a sale.

And you knew exactly where
the microchips were headed.

Russia, China, Iran.

Doesn't matter where they're headed.

Wherever their final destination,
it was nevergoing to end well.

So I figure,

what's one last job?

But you did it.

You took them out of play.

Why sell the fake ones?

A girl's got to eat.

Hey, you're back.

How'd it go out there?

Well, we're all still alive,
so not too bad.

Well, REACT finished searching

the address Kaminska gave us.

They recovered all 200
of the real microchips.

Then I change my answer.

Things went pretty great out there.

Oh, now that's the classic Rountree

optimism I've been missing.

Ah, well, you know, if a natural
disaster's coming for us all,

we might as well enjoy
the good times while they last.

Hmm. Well, if you really want
to enjoy the good times,

there is that new retro club
in the Fashion District

that has our names written all over it.

Eh, you want to go to a club right now?

Yeah, before it gets too crowded.

Or the Big One hits and knocks it down.

You know, whatever's first.

The Big One?

We'll listen to the podcast on the way.
Let's go.

Uh, what's the Big One?

Okay, so, basically, imagine

everything everywhere
falling down all at once.

I didn't want the food to get cold.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh.

I was going to text you
a few four-letter words,

but, uh, I figured you'd
heard enough of that today.

Do you want some wine?

Doctors are saying it's
good for your heart again.

Well, then, I guess you
better pour me a glass

before they change their minds.

Do you know what was

the happiest day of our marriage?

Yeah, the day your mother moved away.

Oh, bite your tongue.

That woman loved you.

Although that was a close second.

It was the, uh,

the night after Alexander was born.

We were still in the hospital,

and I was still in pain.

I couldn't sleep.

So you told me that you wouldn't either.

Even though you had just gotten back

from... wherever they had sent you.

Cambodia.

We were in and out in 36 hours.

Yeah, you were exhausted.

So there you were, holding Alex, and...

fighting like hell to stay awake for me.

Then you fell asleep.

Now, I may have been young and...

but I was smart enough to know

that there are very few
certain things in this world.

And seeing the two of you like that...

I said, "Damn it, one thing is sure.

That man will always
be there for his boy."

You let me down, Hollace.

But more importantly,

you let Alex down, too.

Should have known this was coming.

I couldn't talk about it last night.

I had to make sure
you had changed first.

Alex is an adult.

He made choices,
choices that left no room for me.

And I tried to help, many times.

But he just cut me out of his life.

Okay, well, now's your chance
to fight your way back in.

I mean...

The last few years
have been very hard on Alex.

But he's clean now,

and I worry every damn day
that that's gonna change.

And I'm tired of worrying alone.

What do you expect me to do?

He goes to a treatment program.

It's outpatient,

but he's really sticking with it.

And they have these family
groups that-that I'm going to,

and...

and I want you to show up.

For him.

He doesn't want me there.

But he needs you there.

Look, I'm not even saying

you have to jump on
a plane tonight. I...

You don't even have to
give me an answer now.

Just...

Just promise me
that you will think about it.

Fine.

Good.

And now, I didn't cook all day

for you to have this meal cold.

What are we having?

Crab legs.

Do you want some more wine?

No, no, no.

No, I think I'll switch to Scotch.

Think I'll make it a double.