All language subtitles for NCIS 23.Sezon 3.Bölüm Türkçe Dublaj izle, Altyazılı izle - Dizilla

What's your 20, partner?

Something's not feeling right.

Here we go. Do you not respond to calls?

No, my hands are full of cocoa and
cronuts.

Found this great all -night diner right
around the corner.

Only you can.

I do have a knack for snacks.

And hey, it's rhyme number three.

Oh, you're on a roll, Kendrick.

So, what's not feeling right?

Oh, I don't know.

The usual takeout paranoia.

About? You know, that spooky feeling
that somehow you're the one being

Much as I hate to admit it.

Stakeout's giving me the willies, too.

Uh, who's this?

Who's that?

Torin? What the hell? Nick?

Oh, whoa!

Get away from her! Nick, what are you
doing?

Don't touch her!

Get away!

Nick! No!

Good morning, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, wow.

That's a nice way to start the day.

Yeah, a great day it is, Miggy. Director
Vance called me in early today to offer

me a pretty sweet opportunity.

Don't tell us you're leaving again.

Oh, no, not a chance.

Though it does involve some special
training for future missions with NCIS

Elite. Nice, that's great.

Hey, hell yeah.

They're starting up the task force
again, so I still can't believe it.

Well, you should. You deserve it. Yeah,
and if it couldn't be me, I'm glad it

was you.

What do you mean?

Oh, Vance offered it to me, too, but I
had to say no.

Was that why he kept you in his office
after we left? That is exactly why.

You're not actually implying that the
only reason why Vance offered me the job

was because you turned it down.

No, no, no, no, no. That's not what I
meant. You deserve it, of course. I

shouldn't have said anything.

And yet you did.

Dead petty officer in Arlington. Let's
do this.

Jack, I didn't mean it that way.

No, it's fine.

We're fine. I'm fine.

Parker got the bandium, too. I guess
he's going to meet us there.

All righty.

You'd think the guy would take a few
more personal days after everything he

through.

Trust me, I'm better off busy at work
than resting at home.

You know, idle hands and all that.

Yeah, sure, I get it. Yeah, me too.

Me three.

And Vance is cool with it?

I didn't even ask.

So, anyway, who's our victim?

Petty officer, third class, Stephen
Keough, 24 years old, stationed out of

Base Anacostia, Bowling. Hey, Nick, give
me a hand here.

Keough was listed as UA at 0700 after
failing to report for duty.

Yeah, what a mess.

Well, the kid must have hit the pavement
hard.

Back alley brawl?

Eh, no, his hands are too clean.

Maybe he got sucker punch.

You smell any alcohol?

No, I don't. I had drugs, maybe.

Not with that baby face.

Uh, Agent Sawyer?

Agent Parker.

Good to see you back.

Idle hands, am I right?

Since when does the night crew get our
bandium alerts?

Oh, we do not, McGee. Safe to say the
NCIS day and night crews still receive

separate bandiums.

Then what brings you out here, though?
Well, Nicky boy, I was just driving past

after a long night of chasing down clues
on a possible blackmail case.

Sounds exciting.

Not as exciting as this.

And in broad daylight, no less.

Well, this seems a little past your
bedtime.

That depends.

What do you think? Maybe there's a
connection?

If there is, we'll let you know.

Well, what do we know so far?

What we know so far, Sawyer, is that
this is our case to figure out, the A

-Team. Oh, come on. I thought we were
past all that perfect nemesis crap.

Oh, no, we're all Gucci.

No more frenemies.

I just think that the B team should
stick to blackmail.

I quit while you're ahead, Sawyer,
because Nick is on a roll today.

Well, Knight, since you're the only cool
member of the A team, I may just take

that advice.

Are you saying that we're not cool?

As much as I hate to interrupt this
mature conversation.

What's up, Jimmy? A couple things. What
appears to be blood seeping from our

petty officer's nose is also coming out
of both of his ears.

That can't be good.

Did you say what appears to be blood?
Yeah, that's the second thing.

I don't think this is just blood at all.

What do you think it is?

Mind you, I still have to get him back
to autopsy to confirm it, but it looks

awful lot to me like brain matter.

Brain matter? From his nose?

From his ears.

I don't do nose brain, okay?

Peace out, A -Team. Have a great day
shift.

Yeah, he doesn't do brains at all.

I wish I had more answers, but this one
really has me stumped. Not many brain

matter nosebleeds in your vast
experience?

Or what did Sawyer call it?

Nose brain, and no, I haven't seen it.

His frontal lobe is so swollen, it's
practically liquefied his cerebral

And what the hell would cause that?

That's what I'm hoping a little more of
his blood will tell us.

Here you go.

What's it telling you so far?

Not enough. Blood alcohol is 0 .03%, so
maybe a beer or two, but not enough to

be drunk. And I'm not finding any
genetic red flags that would cause this,

Oh, finally.

Tourist track down the way.

Jess, you coming?

Actually, I was hoping she could help me
comb through last night's traffic cam

footage and see where the dead body was
found.

All right, sounds good. Keep me posted.

Will do.

Traffic cam footage, really?

Yes, really.

Also, I need to know how long we plan on
keeping Parker in the dark.

How long are we planning? It was your
idea not to tell him.

I never thought it was a good idea.
Look.

I care about Parker. These are hard
things to keep.

No, no, no. I've reframed it, Casey.

They're not secrets at all. Okay, we're
protecting a friend who's just lost his

father. Parker doesn't need to know what
we know until we're sure about, you

know, what we know.

And to be extra sure, what do we know?

Well, there are major discrepancies
between the autopsy report on Parker's

mother and her death certificate.

How major?

Well, enough that until I can verify the
handwritten notes from the old M .E.,

there's no way I can tell Parker.

And the same with what we know, or
rather don't know, about the lipstick

was on that glass.

Still no DNA match?

Not to Carla Marino, but somebody was
drinking wine with Parker's dad the

that he was murdered.

Until we know who.

Oh, that makes two secrets.

You just said they weren't secrets.
Okay, well, whatever they are, I suggest

keep it between the three of us until we
get some more answers.

Or at least until Parker's had time to
recover from his loss.

Oh, gosh. I sure hope both come soon,
but... Okay, between the three of us.

Are you looking for a pinky trap?

If there was ever a situation that
called for it, then it did.

Where are you now, Mrs. Q?

Sally, please.

I'm in Seattle visiting my mom.

Do you know what happened?

Are you sure it's my TV?

I'm afraid we are sure.

But we're still working on what
happened.

Sally, I'm Special Agent Parker.

Do you mind if I ask you when you last
saw your husband?

When he dropped me off at the airport
yesterday.

He was running late for work or
something he had to do, but he seemed

Just okay? Or any health issues? Any
conflict?

No. None of that.

I mean, I wouldn't call them conflicts,
but he and I argued a bit lately, like a

lot of couples do.

What about?

Money, mostly.

His Navy check didn't go as far as it
used to in a really stressed amount.

That's why I had to get away for a bit.

Not thinking I would never.

I should probably see about getting a
flight back, huh?

We'll have our Northwest office contact
you to help arrange that.

I appreciate it. Thank you. You're
welcome.

Just a kid herself.

And she wasn't kidding about the money
problems.

Kiyo's bank records show a lot more
money coming out than coming in. To pay

what? Gambling debts? Or maybe a
girlfriend.

Look at what I found in a folder on
Kiyo's phone.

Oops.

His wife is not blind.

And not quite the same skin tone.

Well, there is a lot more skin here to
compare it to.

Aye, aye, aye.

Yeah. Yeah, you can say that again.

Yeah, Knight.

You know, his wife saw these photos.
She's definitely a suspect.

Yeah, let's make extra sure that she
gets on that flight back to D .C.

Okay, thank you.

Knight found our guy off of a traffic
cam stumbling out of a bar.

Give us a holler if you did.

Okay, send those photos to Knight.

Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my.

Yeah, that's what I said.

You know, it's kind of weird how every
extremely naked photo of T .O. shows his

face, but not the woman's. Really? I
didn't notice.

I can't imagine why.

Excuse me.

Is there an actual Harry Dave here?

That's me, owner and operator.

I see the name is ironic.

You wouldn't be asking me that if you
ever saw my back.

Would you like to?

No, thank you. Maybe later.

What, you're not curious?

We were hoping that you may have served
as petty officer last night, left here

at around 1230.

Oh, yeah, I think so.

Half my business is young military.

Good kids mostly, just looking to blow
off steam.

Anything you can recall about him?

Maybe had a beer or two.

And maybe with a woman at some point?

That I don't know.

But blowing off steam usually includes
looking for love.

Or anything resembling it.

Uh, we don't have any angles of this
woman's face, but maybe you can

her from the rest of her?

Yowza. Yeah, we know.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

Mike, I told your buddy I run a clean
joint here with no control over what

riffraff passes through.

Least of all any blackmailers. Our
buddy.

Blackmailers. Yeah, your other agent
this morning. He had the same kind of

pictures, but with a different Navy kid
getting blackmailed.

Uh, he left his card.

Now, those photos now point to a lot
more than infidelity.

You think they were being used to
blackmail Petty Officer Keough? Well, we

intend to find out, but Agent Sawyer's
crew apparently is on that case already.

And since our murder case dovetails with
theirs, we naturally assume that our

day crew should take over both cases.

Naturally. Did I just set you up for the
old when you assume line?

No, no, no need for that.

But it seems to me that since the night
crew was on to the blackmail case before

the murder, both cases would naturally
fall to them and not you.

All due respect, whatever resentment you
and I might still have since the Marino

case, don't take it out on my team.

You think I'm holding a grudge?

I mean, we're all human, Leon. And we
all make mistakes.

Agent Parker, like you are now.

I have far greater concerns on my plate
that leave me no time for personal

vendettas. Is that clear?

Clear, Director.

Agents!

As you likely heard through the door,
the night crew will be taking both

but that's not to say that you won't be
involved in cracking them.

Not since two of the night agents have
been recently reassigned, which leaves

Agent Sawyer's team shorthanded. So
we'll be needing two members of your

fill in.

Working night?

Mm -hmm.

Sawyer has a team? We can switch off you
two tonight, me and McGee tomorrow.

As long as that's okay with you,
Director.

It's your team, Agent Parker. Your call.

Uh, am I early or did I miss it?

You are right on time, Agent Sawyer.

Uh, listen, guys.

I'm not going to call anybody probie,
and I don't need anybody to call me

So what do you say, B -teamers?

Let's go catch some bad guys.

Welcome to the night shift.

Oh, looks just like the day shift.

Oh, except for the mood lighting.

No, no, don't get too comfortable over
there.

Step into the light of the B -team
bullpen and see how the night crew

Uh, yeah, I'm good. I'm good over here.

You sure, Nick? We got one whole outlet
to charge our phones, and sure, the Wi

-Fi's not as good. But hey, the night
crew makes do.

Stumped that as a slogan.

Not a bad rhyme, huh?

Might have to put that on a T -shirt.

Okay, I'll play ball.

That's what makes you a gamer, which
reminds me...

Congrats on the bump to NCIS Elite.

Covert ops, anti -terrorism, good for
you.

You heard about that, huh?

Thanks.

You kidding?

I was chasing it myself.

I applied twice, but no dice.

And hey, that's rhyme number two. I'm a
poet and I didn't know it.

Anyway, let's talk blackmail.

What you have here is some quality night
shift detective work.

Both files detail my interviews with
three Navy personnel.

Three Navy men who say they are being
blackmailed.

Blackmailed with explicit photos with
another woman.

Sawyer. Sawyer. What?

Anything?

Well, that's just Greta.

God, no.

Sawyer, I'm busy.

Sorry, Greta. It's just my new partners
aren't quite used to the night vibe.

We're so used to Greta, we hardly even
notice her.

She's like family.

It's Gerda.

Really? Like family?

Oh,

great.

I got one of the victims to agree to
come talk to us.

Let's go.

It's late.

You must be quite the charmer. I'm not
surprised you noticed.

Appreciate you being here after hours,
Petty Officer Mathis.

Been a long day, but no worries.

You thirsty?

Let me get you something.

I found a case of this stuff in the
forensics lab a few years back. I know

acquired taste, but they really keep you
going.

Okay,

we got your statement, Mathis. Let's
hear it from you.

Yeah, sure.

What else do you want to know?

Beginning is a good place to start.

Yeah, sure.

It was a couple of months ago. I was on
leave, having a few drinks, you know,

some bars.

Every day?

Probably. Yeah, I hit them all.

Anyway, I met this girl, gorgeous,
redhead. I mean, she had... Anyway, she

needed a ride, so I got in my van, and
next thing I remember was waking up butt

naked in the back.

And where was the redhead?

Gone.

That is until I got a lovely text with a
bunch of X -rated photos and a...

Threat to send them to my wife, unless I
paid 500 a month to some weird auto

-pay account.

Every attempt to trace the account, I
got it nothing but viruses and

And I have been paying ever since,
kicking myself for being so stupid.

Our victim received the same photos.

Except his red head was a blind.

The one question, you originally claimed
that you got into the woman's car, but

just now you said that the woman got
into your van.

Nice catch, NCIS elite.

Really? Is that what I said?

Well, Mathis, which version is true?

Okay, look, I didn't mean to lie. I
swear.

I was just trying to keep my Nana out of
that first interview.

Nana? My grandmother.

It was her van that we...

That I borrowed that night.

The Nan van.

Any chance that your redhead could have
left some DNA in the Nan van?

If she did, we can't tell Nana.

Please, don't tell Nana.

Where's the van?

It's in your parking lot. I borrowed it
again to get over here.

Okay. The NAND van is ready and waiting
in the evidence garage.

Great. Casey is on her way to come in.

Once again, kudos on catching the
discrepancy in that kid's statement.

Oh, it's nothing you wouldn't have
caught eventually.

Well, thank you.

What was that?

Probably just Henry.

Who's Henry?

You don't know?

The ghost?

Here? Okay, this can't just be a night
crew thing. We hear him constantly.

Your A -team's probably too busy with
super important cases to notice.

Oh, come on.

Seriously.

Gerda, back me up here. We hear Henry
all the time, don't we? Hear him, see

Last week I turned off lights, and he
sits at desk.

You're on my desk?

Easy, Nicky boy.

Henry's harmless.

He's all boo and no bite.

And I could use another...

Old boo and no bite?

Okay. You didn't seriously buy into
that, did you?

Well, not until Gerda started saying it,
too.

Well, the two of them are in cahoots. I
mean, it's obviously some kind of night

crew initiation.

And Celia's a ghost, seriously.

Yeah, I think the lack of sleep is
making me a little gullible.

Well, maybe you should go take a nap.
Catch a couple of wings in Casey's lab.

Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Although
I'd hate to abandon you here with your

new BFF.

My what? Our new BFF. I meant to say our
new BFF.

I think I should go lay down.

Yeah, you should go do that.

And I'll, uh, wake you up when Casey
starts working on the nan van.

Mm -hmm.

Think fast.

Hey, those are some elite reflexes.

You know me, whacked on, whacked off.

Karate?

A little bit of everything.

But you know what? I'm going to say no
thank you. I'm still jittery from the

last one. Yeah, same.

Where's Torres?

He is catching a quick nap at Casey's.

In that case, I know a perfect way for
us to burn off those cat -tow jitters.

Casey, what's up?

Nywa's about to wake me. I told her to
let you get some rest. At least until I

got some results.

Anything yet?

Hold up, you friends. We'll see.

What was that?

Maybe Henry followed you here. He does
tend to get attached to people.

Wait, you know Henry?

When you get called in by the night crew
as much as I do, you know Henry.

That can't be Henry. Oh, that.

That's Knight and Sawyer. They've been
going at it for a while. Going at what?

Like this?

Yeah, just a little harder. Are you sure
you can take it?

Yeah. Hello?

Oh, hey, Nick. It's working on some
substitutes for the blood choke.

I'm in the sleeper hold.

Potato, potato.

Either way, we don't do it anymore.

You want to try?

Got a print match.

And it's not Nana.

What you got, kid?

Olga Bergamot, arrested in 2015 for
passing bad checks, now the current

an all -night fortune -telling and
matcha bar in Ruston?

We down for some matcha?

Maybe after both of you toweled off.

You think Harry shops here?

Seems too spooky, even for him.

Make it stop.

Help me.

Just got in the spook here.

Please help him. Please, I can't.

It's Dredge.

Get him out of my head.

Dredge is killing me.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Keep him on his side.

Keep breathing. Who did he say was
killing him?

Dredge? He's Albanian. It means the
devil.

I was afraid you'd say that.

It happened so fast, right after you got
here.

I was in bursts and screaming about
dredge.

The devil.

He was begging me for an exorcism.

From me. I'm just... I'm just a palm
reader, not even a good one.

What about us, seducing sailors?

Looks like you're pretty good at that.

How many have you blackmailed?

Blackmail? No.

That's not me.

Yes, you. We have your fingerprints
inside of your victim's van.

But I don't blackmail.

That's all Arben.

He's the criminal.

And he pays me to do that for him.

Any others end up like this?

That poor boy.

They want it more than money from him.

They?

Alvin and his partner, they forced that
boy to steal some kind of weapon from

his base.

What weapon?

And who's they?

I don't know.

Olga, you have to know something.

I know they were planning to sell it
later tonight behind some warehouse in

Fairfax. Hey, can we get another hand
back here?

Do you have the location of this
warehouse?

Um, it's one of those stores that
sells...

Computers and phones and... Olga?

Olga?

A

little

help here, guys.

What the hell? What happened?

I don't know. I was talking to her and
two seconds later I turned around and...

You didn't have to come in, guys.

You kidding me?

How many times does the word exorcism
show up in an overnight bandium alert?

There's no way I was going back to bed
after that.

Crazy as it sounds, something left Olga
in a coma at the hospital and Arvin down

on Jimmy's table.

This is him.

Our Ben Bardi.

Albanian gangster.

Long rap sheet.

You know, we can call it crazy, but we
all saw this Arvin guy screaming about

Dretsch. The devil.

Okay, here we go. So what if what Torres
saw was actually Drex jumping into

Olga? What I saw was Olga freeze up and
twitch a little bit.

But you did see the glass break in her
hand right before she dropped.

Jimmy said a seizure could easily have
given her strength.

And what seizure causes nose brain?

Okay, will you please stop calling it
that?

All right, can we forget about all that
and focus on what Olga actually told us?

You'd think Kiel's base would have
reported a stolen weapon by now. All

so what did this Olga say about their
plan to steal it tonight?

I just located the only computer
warehouse in Fairfax.

Hopefully we haven't missed it.

There's only one way to find out.

Who's up for a stakeout?

Oh, hell yeah, let's go.

All right, we'll keep digging here.

Nick, you coming?

Oh, hold on, Jess.

We've all seen The Exorcist. What if the
devil jumped from Arben into Olga?

Then from old into Torres.

I mean, do we really want him in our
car? Okay, we stop it already.

He knows I'm kidding.

Oh, yeah.

I know he's kidding.

No one does it better.

You guys go ahead.

I'm going to go check on Jimmy.

Check on Jimmy?

What if Arvin's devil jumps into him?

He might need an exorcist.

Hey, just watch out for Henry down
there, too, Nicky boy.

Oh, yeah.

Henry. Well, me and Henry can share an
elevator.

Who the hell is Henry?

Nick would have joined us.

Hope it was nothing I said.

Seriously? Now you hope?

Mr. I razzed Taurus every chance I'd
get. Whoa, not me.

I don't razz anyone.

That is the old Sawyer.

Oh, and this is the new Sawyer.

That might not seem so different to the
untrained eye, but it's all in fun now.

Jokes and jabs between former rivals is
just how Nick and I roll these days.

I'm not sure that's how Nick sees it.

I hope you're wrong.

I mean, I try to be aware of how I come
across, but insecurity sure can fog your

vision sometimes.

You.

Insecurity.

Problem is, mine gets worse around the
day crew.

Especially with guys like Nick. All that
18 crap forces me to say things to keep

him humble. Oh, he's more humble than he
looks on.

And to meet that cocky exterior, the
much warmer and fuzzier interior.

By the way, Nick never has to hear any
of this, and if you tell him, I will

it.

He means a lot to you, doesn't he?

More than he knows.

Or ever needs to know.

Which means we both have secrets to
keep.

I'm already keeping way too many things.

There's always room for one more.

Two pinky swears in one day.

Do you like hot chocolate?

Yeah.

Arben's brain looks an awful lot like
Petty Officer Keogh's.

And you're not even here right now, are
you?

Do you have any aspirin?

Headache? Two, actually.

One that's pounding my head, and the
other one is on a stakeout with my

Oh, there it is. The all -too -common
condition known in the medical field as

jealousy. Oh, no, not me.

Yeah, jealousy is not a feeling I have
ever experienced.

Which, if true, is precisely why you
don't recognize it.

Okay, Jimmy, I have zero romantic
feelings for Knight.

No offense.

None taken.

But professional jealousy can be just as
toxic. I can imagine losing your

partner to another agent, specifically a
rival like Sawyer. I mean, that's got

to hurt.

What does that mean?

Save the last dance for me.

Okay, what does that mean?

It's a song. Look, Nick, have you ever
thought how I felt?

All those days and nights here and at
home while the woman I love is out

fighting crime alongside an amazing
special agent.

But she always came back to me.

I always got the last dance, you know?

Until I didn't.

When you broke up?

Yeah, it happens.

No.

Which makes my headache worse.

Nick, take three of these.

Call me in the morning.

It's already morning.

I'm saying go home, Nick. You've had a
long day, long night.

All right. Yeah.

Long night.

Thank you.

Yeah.

What's your 20, partner?

Something doesn't feel right.

Much as I hate to admit it, stakeout
give me the willies too.

Uh, who's this?

Who's that?

Horace? What the hell? Nick?

Hey, Horace!

Whoa! Get away from her! Nick, what are
you doing?

Don't touch her!

Get away!

Nick! Go!

Go!

Torres, no!

Torres!

Torres,

stop!

Get away from her!

No! Do it, Jess. You gotta.

Sorry, Nick.

Oh, sweet dreams.

What the hell was that?

I have no idea.

I was kidding about all that double
stuff, but that was nuts.

So Nick's brain scan shows mild levels
of cerebral trauma.

Well, it seems anything but mild.

Well, anything less mild, he'd be down
in my lab instead of up here in Casey's

mainlining electrolytes and anti
-inflammatories.

Taking it outside the box, Jimmy, what
could we be looking at here?

A virus?

Parasites? Well, now that I have Nick's
live brain scan to compare it to our

other victims, I'm going to go way
outside the box and say acoustical sound

waves. I'm sorry, what?

Well, this damage was done by extreme
frequencies of sound. A sonic boom?

In this case, it's more like a whisper.

So the human brain starts hearing at 20
hertz.

At 19 hertz is known as the fear
frequency.

It'd do some serious damage.

You mean like Havana syndrome?

Yes, like a severe case of that.

What's Havana syndrome?

Experts believe that barely audible, low
-frequency sound waves were aimed at

American diplomats in Cuba.

severe headaches, hallucinations, and a
few violent meltdowns. But none of those

diplomats died, did they? No, but with
direct exposure to whatever LRAD fired

those sound waves, they sure could have.

LRAD, that's a long -range... Acoustical
device.

Yeah, it's a little sci -fi, but a very
real weapon.

Like the top -secret one stolen from
Kehoe's base?

Could have taken out our petty officer,
our Albanian gangster.

And Olga.

Meaning if Nick hadn't stepped aside
before she went down. I need to tell

He's waking up.

No nose brain for you, buddy.

Which one of you took me out?

Okay, good.

Do you have any memory, Nick? Any idea
of what caused you to behave this way?

I started seeing things like a big
monster.

In your car.

What a guy.

Even with a scrambled brain, he's still
trying to protect his partners.

Okay. Keo's base now admits that it was
a long -range acoustic device prototype

that was stolen.

Chase, you called it? Yeah.

And they are still not sending us photos
because... It's top secret, Dad. Right.

Now... It may look something like these
L -Rats currently used by military and

law enforcement. It's used mostly for
communications and crowd control. In the

case of their precious prototype melting
brains.

It's a miracle that Nick didn't end up
like Olga.

Knight thinks that he turned away at
just the right time.

Do we know exactly what time that was?

3 .30?

4 a .m.? Why? Well, because L -Rats can
penetrate walls.

And if we know exactly what time Olga
was hit, any cameras outside that matcha

shop should be able to tell us who used
it. You're a genius, McGee. You know

what? I don't care what Sawyer says.

We're cool, too.

Sawyer's cat pal wore off.

It's not his cat pal.

It's Javi's.

You scared me, partner.

I'm sorry, I didn't know which partner
you were talking to.

I knew it. I knew something was up with
you.

Something like getting my brain
scrambled?

I meant before that.

All of that.

You and your new BFF stuff.

That wasn't a mistake. You meant that.

What if I did?

Is that wrong?

If I didn't know any better, you know
what I think you are?

Don't say it.

Don't say it.

No. Stop it.

You two shut up.

Trying to catch a nap here.

Got a black Impala.

ATM footage shows the car stopped
outside Olga's matcha shop at exactly

3 .26 a .m.

Isn't that the same car that peeled away
from our stakeout?

Hard to tell.

Was busy trying not to get run over.

The windows are too dark to see the
driver or his weapon.

He's leaving when he switched cameras.

Okay, driving under a street light
and... Don't we know that guy?

Couldn't wait for you last night. I
think the feds are on to me.

I'll call you back.

Hey, I need to get my tea.

Stay there.

I'm coming.

No, Dave.

They're going.

With your hand.

That was you guys at the warehouse?

Yes.

It was me.

In all good place when you fired that
thing at her. You?

I swear I had no idea.

Turn around.

Nice. You deserved it.

Well, that's it.

So that's all it is, huh?

Yeah, that's what we said.

Looks about as scary as my MP3 player.

Which makes it even more dangerous.

So Harry Dave and his Albanian gangster
buddy blackmailed petty officer Keogh to

steal his thing. And then they used this
to kill Keogh to keep him from talking.

Harry Dave killed his partner with it to
keep all the money for himself.

It's a good thing we got to David when
we did.

The buyer on the phone had a Moscow area
code.

Of course, the Russians.

Attention, special agent. I am happy to
announce that the stolen L -Rad is

safely back at base.

And hey, seriously, I couldn't have done
it without the A -Team here.

Damn right.

And again, I could, but it wouldn't have
been as much fun. Well, I'm glad you

had fun. I'm just glad you're okay and
my ex -nemesis can go back to competing

with me like brothers.

All right, all right. What about the
sisters?

Sisters, too, though I don't think my
ego could handle losing to a girl.

Just like Henry.

All boo, no bite.

Who is this Henry?

You guys believe in ghosts?

Uh, I'm definitely the wrong guy to ask.

But look, why don't you three go home
and get some sleep? Sleep? Yeah.

Where are you going?

I'm going to hit that comfy recliner in
Casey's lab before my night shift starts

again.

Ciao, baby.

Ciao.

Well, good night?

Yeah. It was.

I prefer the day.

100%. Hey, Knight.

How are you still standing? I don't
know, but I want to talk to you about

word. Oh, Nick, it's not a thing unless
you make it a thing. I mean, jealousy is

a natural response from your mortals.

Okay, I admit it.

Watching you and Sawyer, bus jobs, and
wrestling around on the floor like a

couple of bros.

Well, you know.

But why is it two men can do that and
they're considered bros, but now a man

a woman do it, not something else? It's
not.

I know it makes no sense. I know.

I know.

But here's what makes sense, to me at
least.

When you were dating my sister, what I
felt was jealousy.

was actually a fear that Robin would
somehow cost me...

you.

My valued friend and partner.

I don't want anyone, Jess, or anything,
to cost me this.

Whether it's Sawyer, NCIS, or an elite
gig, which, by the way, you deserve.

Nothing to do with me. I'm very happy
for you. I know you are.

So, go ahead.

You want to practice jiu -jitsu with
Sawyer?

Do it.

Just, uh, just don't forget who really
has your six.

And maybe save the last dance for that
guy.

Okay.

Deal?

Oh, it's with all the pinky squares.
Hey, if there was ever a time, this

be it.

Deal.

Good night, Henry.

Ciao, baby.