All language subtitles for NCIS.Los.Angeles.S07E10

ERIC: Monica Lee.
She's never lost a case.

CALLEN: No lawyer puts together
a win streak like that

without having
someone on the inside.

Deeks had skills, but
he was never one of the guys.

He never
fit in.

The LAPD

has decided
to open

an investigation into you.

Martin Deeks?
Yeah, what's up?

You're being arrested
for the murder of Francis Boyle.

Deeks,
what is he

talking about?

I love you.

(indistinct chatter)

(door buzzes)

What's up, fellas?

How's it going?

(whirring, beeping)

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Turn to the right.

Face me.

(grunts)

(scoffs)

(exhales)

Detective Ellen Whiting,
Internal Affairs.

I thought Rivera was leading
this witch hunt.

Not anymore.

Why? They decided to
give her a real case?

Listen, now that the show
of parading me through here

in cuffs is over, do you mind
if we get rid of these?

You son of a bitch.
(shouts)

Detective.

(shouts)
(grunts)

(grunts)
Did you miss me?

(groaning)

If you killed my partner,
you're a dead man.

Hey! Knock it off, Steadman!

Get your man
under control, Lieutenant.

Get him out of here! Now!

Why is it that you bring trouble
wherever you go, Deeks?

I don't know.
I was born under a bad sign.

Yeah. “Out of Order.”

That's a nice mustache,
Lieutenant.

You doing undercover work
in gay porn again?

I didn't have to pull him
off you.

That will be all,

Lieutenant.

(coughs)
I expect to be kept

in the loop.

Well, looks like you got enemies

everywhere you go,
Detective Deeks.

(panting)

What can I say?

It's good to be home.

(chuckles)

♪ NCIS: LA 7x10 ♪
Internal Affairs
Original Air Date on December 7, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

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♪

Any word on Deeks?

Nothing.
(sniffles)

(chuckling):
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You slept here last night?

Worked late.

On what, lame excuses?

Joelle kick you out
of your own house?

Of course not.
I just couldn't sleep.

'Cause you were fighting.

'Cause I had a lot on my mind.

Yeah. Hmm. What, you were trying
to think of places to sleep

while she cooled off?

You know that's
never a good idea.

Just prolongs
the pain.

You're better off apologizing

and sorting it out
in the morning.

Apologize for what?

I-I didn't do
anything.

You know, you are so smart,
so brave,

and so utterly clueless
about women.

Please, I know women, okay?

Oh, yeah? That's why
you're sleeping on a couch.

I happen to like this couch.

I enjoy sleeping on this couch.

Yeah? Well, it's good
you like that couch,

because you and that couch
are probably gonna be together

a lot longer than any
of your relationships.

Wow. That is so harsh, so early.

It's reality, baby.

(sighs)
I should probably cut her loose.

Seems like the right thing
to do.

(sighs)

I like her.

A lot.

I know.

It's not fair to her.

This job is hard
on any relationship.

Yeah, I tried.

Cheer up, G.

You'll always have me.

one of these days.

Where's Hetty?

I don't know. I just got here.
What's happening with Deeks?

LAPD's Internal Affairs
are holding him

on the murder charge,
and they won't let me see him.

GRANGER:
Blye, I need you

in the armory now.

Just Blye.

We need to know
what's going on.

You two needed to know
what was going on

a hell of a lot sooner
than this.

KENSI: They're saying
Deeks killed a man

named Francis Boyle.

Well, he was
briefly Deeks' partner.

Suspected of being a dirty cop.

Did he ever talk to you
about him?

Never by name.

But he did mention a partner
that put a gun to his mouth once

after Deeks confronted him
about getting a confession

out of a suspect
with a pot of hot coffee.

Good Lord.

He transferred
to undercover after that.

He tell you
how Boyle was killed?

Shot with his own gun
by a hooker he'd beaten up.

I'm sorry,
you don't believe him?

Doesn't matter what we believe.

It's what IA can prove.

Drop everything

and get Detective Deeks out
of this mess.

Francis Boyle was
an LAPD veteran of 19 years

and Detective Third Class

when Deeks was assigned to him
as a partner.

He's got a lot of reprimands
and complaints in his file.

Well, he came through to him
the department at a time

when accountability wasn't
considered important.

This is Boyle's former partner,
Detective Bruce Steadman.

He's still
on the force.

His docket isn't
much better.

The police department
split them up, hoping

it would reduce
the problem.

It didn't.

Deeks said that Francis
Boyle had a reputation

for beating up
prostitutes.

Sounds like
he was asking for it.

And yet Deeks is getting charged
with the murder.

Why now?

New evidence pop up?
A new witness step forward?

We don't know.

But Hetty wants us
to find out.

Then let's find out.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

You brought Deeks here.

Is there anything else
you want to tell us

before we dive into this?

No.

You're sure you want us
to do this?

You don't want to help
Detective Deeks?

Well, in order
to help Detective Deeks,

we're gonna have
to look into this case.

What if we don't like
what we find?

The truth doesn't take sides,
Mr. Callen.

Only we do that.

WHITING:
How long were you partnered

with Detective Boyle?

That should be
in my file.

Can I get... a coffee?

You requested
undercover work

almost immediately after
being partnered with him.

Why?

I don't like
wearing suits.

You know, a cappuccino
would actually be lovely.

Did you and Boyle
have personal issues?

Well, he listened
to a lot of Nickelback.

You filed two reports on him,

the first involving
the treatment of a suspect

and the other an incident
where he pulled his gun on you.

Care to comment?

I'd settle for an espresso.

It's just been
such a long night.

It has been a long night.

And yet you still haven't asked
for a lawyer.

Why is that?

That's because I am a lawyer.

I'm sure that's also in my file.

Do you want to know what I think?
Not particularly.

Of course you do.
That's why you're still here.

This whole act of yours is just
your way of trying to figure out

what we've got on you. And the
only reason why you'd do that

is if you had something truly

you were trying to hide.

(chuckling softly)

Yes?

How is it that Steadman
is still on the force?

He's clearly a bad dude.

LAPD could never pin anything
on him, I guess.

You know what, I bet...
(beeping)

Uh-oh.

What?
Remember this guy?

Yes. Former Internal Affairs
Detective John Quinn.

We busted him for selling guns
to white supremacists.

So, wait, what's the uh-oh?

He escaped from jail
36 hours ago.

He and Deeks
were buddies.

Deeks put him away.

Quinn escapes
and Deeks is locked up?

Coincidence?

I think not.

I don't see a connection
between Quinn's escape

and Deeks' arrest.

Yeah, well, according
to the prison report,

Quinn just got
jumped in the yard

by a bunch of other
inmates recently.

Prison is never enjoyable,

especially
if you're a dirty cop.

(sighs)

Maybe IA thinks that Deeks
knows where Quinn might go.

Okay, so you pick up a phone--
you don't arrest him for murder.

We're missing something here.

If Detective Boyle is as dirty
as Deeks says,

he had to have been investigated
by Quinn.

Well, if Quinn is a piece of
this puzzle, we got to find him.

Quinn's lawyer was Monica Lee,

and she was disbarred for
helping out the same arms dealer

that was working with Quinn.

She testified against the
arms dealer to avoid jail time.

If Quinn's on the run,
there's a good chance

he's gonna go to her for help.

(phone rings)

Oh, my gosh. It's Deeks.
He's home.

Deeks.

No, it's Roberta.

They're tearing the place apart.

And when I asked 'em to stop,
they said they had a warrant.

Okay. All right, Mrs. Deeks.
Slow down. Who's at the house?

The police. At least they said
they were the police.

But I told them...

my son is a cop!

Okay, Mrs. Deeks,
I need you to calm down.

I'm gonna come over
right now, okay?

Hurry.
All right, bye.

IA is at Deeks' house.

Go deal
with that.

We'll pay Monica
Lee a visit.

(slurps)

(groans)

(slurping)

(groans)

Really?

Is that all
you got left, Deeks?

You're about as defiant
as my eight-year-old.

Wow.
You have kids?

Whew. Did not see that coming,
Mommie Dearest.

Hey, uh, quick question--

are we sure this coffee
was made this week?

We found new DNA evidence
that places you

in the hotel room
where Boyle was killed.

Well, that makes sense, since
I stayed there for a week

while my house was being tented.

We can play this
however you want,

but you're not going anywhere
until you tell me

why you killed Boyle.

I didn't.
Then who did?

Not my case.
I'm so confused by this.

Isn't it your department's job
to find the killer?

We did.

And he's sitting right across from me.
Wow.

Buzz, wrong answer.

Would you like to try Other
Terrible Theories for 1,000?

If you didn't kill Boyle,
who did? Give me a name.

(sighs)

Kopi Luwak.

Who's that?
Never heard of him.

It's Indonesian.

There's this monkey over there--

maybe it's a squirrel
or a rabbit--

it's not important.
But what happens is that

this monkey eats
these coffee cherries

even though it can't
properly digest 'em,

so it goes all the way through
the intestinal track, right?

And some genius decided he's
gonna collect these cherries

and make it into
coffee, you know?

All of a sudden
it's a delicacy.

It's selling for $500 a pound,

which is essentially
just monkey poop coffee, right?

And I've tried that coffee.
And that coffee's terrible.

But even that coffee
is better than this coffee.

The moral of the story is,
you need a French press.

So...

this has been fun,

but I'm tired and I'm bored

and you have nothing
and I have work to do, so, uh...

(grunts)
Good night and good luck.

If you could just, uh,

help me with this.
Hello?

Don't you get it?

Don't I get what?

You're not
going anywhere, Deeks.

I already spoke
to Judge Danzette.

Dumbass Danzette?
Hmm, yeah, well,

he agrees you're a flight risk.

You're being denied bail.

Is it me, or it's just

a lot of sexual tension
in this room?

Keep it up.

Gonna joke your way
right into a lethal injection.

Can't be worse than the coffee.

I want my phone call.

You clock the guy in the SUV?
Mm-hmm.

Looks like someone else is
keeping an eye on Monica Lee.

Internal Affairs?

(shutter clicks)

Hopefully Eric can find out.

I probably should
have come alone.

Why's that?

Well, you're
intimidating.

Excuse me?

You look like you're here
to crash through her door, okay?

I look like, you know,
the boy next door.

(knocking)

20 years ago, maybe.

You're a sullen loner
who keeps to himself.

That's the classic description
of every serial killer.

How come I slept on the couch
last night

but you're the grumpy one?

Oh, right, you're married.

(knocking)
Keep it up.

What do you two want?

We're looking
for John Quinn, Monica.

Quinn's in jail.

Is that why you answered the
door with a gun in your hand?

Can we come in?
Not without a warrant.

Now get lost before I call
the police or mistakenly

shoot you two as prowlers.

Well, she looks good.

She looks scared.
(short chuckle)

Like I said,
you're intimidating.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Hi, baby, where are you?

I'm in lockup.
This is my one phone call.

I'm being held without bail

'cause they think
I'm a flight risk.

Are you kidding me?
That's ridiculous.

Yeah.

Okay, listen, did they
ask you about John Quinn?

Quinn? No, why?

He escaped from prison.

Deeks?

No, I'm here, I'm here.

Okay, what is going on?

I don't know.
I honestly don't know.

Okay, well, IA is all over
your house right now.

My house?

Yes.

I don't know what the hell they
think they're gonna find there.

I don't know, but they're
tearing the place apart.

All right, well, just keep an
eye on 'em, 'cause I wouldn't

put it past 'em to plant some
evidence. And please, Kensi,

whatever you do,
do not tell my mother.

Is that Martin?

Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Kensi.

Martin,
don't worry, honey,

we're gonna get you
the best lawyer in the country.

Maybe even
that Johnnie Cochran.

ROBERTA: Let me talk to him.
KENSI: One second.

Time's up. Get off the phone.
I just...

I... Just give me two seconds,
all right? Just two seconds.

Also, I need you to check out

Boyle's old partner,
Bruce Steadman.

Rumor was these guys were
stealing guns, drugs and money

from busts and they were never
caught for it. And also,

please tell my mom that
Johnnie Cochran's been dead for,

like, ten years.
Hello?

Wait, Martin?
Martin, honey, are you okay?

Son of a...

So no rollover
minutes, then?

He's gone.

Thank you for meeting
us, Lieutenant.

Looks like our boy's
gotten in trouble yet again.

Deeks has a knack
for that.

What can you tell us
about Francis Boyle?

Well... he was a jackass,
through and through.

Been on the force forever.

He was the kind of cop
you found a way to work with

even if you hated him, because
he wasn't going anywhere.

Until he got himself shot.

Well, it couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy.

You buy this whole
hooker theory?

I've been a cop a long time;
it's hard to prove guilt

on a hunch.
What about his partner, Steadman?

He's got the gambling bug.
Heads out for Hollywood Park

the second his shift's over,
stays until the next one begins.

Look, we knew these guys
were a toxic team.

That's why we split 'em up.

But that was like
kicking the hornet's nest.

This is when Deeks
partnered up with Boyle.

And the winner
of a brand-new Steadman?

(chuckling):
Yeah.

Now, Christine Riley,

that was a tough little chick.

She lasted
six months.

Six months is long
enough to figure out

Steadman's little
side business.

All right, we'll talk to her,
see what she knows.

Well, not so easy.
She only lasted six months

because she got killed
in a drug bust.

Same kind she'd been
through 20 times before.

That's convenient for Steadman.

Figures out she's onto him
and has her killed

before she can report it.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Thanks, Lieutenant.
Good luck, fellas.

Get this-- Callen and Sam
talked to Lieutenant Bates.

Steadman had a former partner,
Christine Riley.

Killed in the line of duty.

What's up, Beale?

Why do I feel like
you've been caught

cheating at Minecraft?

I've been looking
through Deeks' covers

to see if we missed anything.
Every month

one of his aliases,
Monte Richards,

wires $400 to a woman
named Julie Sanders.

Huh. Maybe his alias rents
a room from her or something.

Julie Sanders is actually

Tiffany Williams.

Aha.
Multiple arrests for prostitution.

And seven years ago

she was Deeks' LAPD informant.

Ruh-roh.

I'll call Callen and Sam.

DEEKS:
♪ I got my ♪

♪ Jailhouse blues ♪

♪ They even took the laces
from my shoes ♪

(buzzing, door unlocks)

♪ I got
my jailhouse blues. ♪

Does anybody in here
have a harmonica?

Deeks.
Oh, hey.

You got company.
Oh, fantastic, my first

conjugal visit,
that's good news.

(grunts)

They've caged you
like an animal.

Oh, Mom, you got to be kidding
me. What are you doing?

Well, I made you
a care package,

but they made me
leave it out front.

O... Okay, listen,
you need to go.

No. Kensi told
me everything.

That woman respects your mother.

This is all just a big mix-up,
it's not a big deal.

Getting somebody else's coffee
at Starbucks is a mix-up.

They're accusing you of murder.

I let you down, Marty.

Are you talking about the time
you got me Stones tickets

and it turned out
to be a cover band

of a bunch of urologists
from Encino?

'Cause I wasn't mad,
I was just kind of disappointed.

Don't get smart.

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

You want to have
this conversation?

The only person to blame
for what happened to Dad...

is Dad.

And I can't tell you how long
it took me to realize that.

I should have protected you.

You did.

No son should ever be forced
to shoot his own father.

You shot your father?

Wow.

He was trying
to protect me.

That is, um,
privileged information,

it's sealed in
a juvie court,

totally and
completely irrelevant

and inadmissible in court,
so have fun with that.

Relax, Deeks.
I'm here to make you a deal.

Confess to Boyle's murder
and I guarantee

you won't go into
general population.

Wow, that is a good deal.

I got a better plan.

Why don't you,
uh, let me go free

and then I can
go find the killer,

'cause you obviously can't.

You are aware that this is
a temporary holding facility.

We're gonna have to move you
to County.

At least you'll probably know
a couple people there.

I messed up again,
didn't I?

Oh, man.

I am so sorry.

I'll go talk to her, honey.

Okay?

Don't go talk to her, you're not
gonna talk to her.

Just stop for two seconds.
We need to finish

this conversation,
because what happened to me--

that is what drives me.

That's what makes me
get up every single day

and do what I do and make sure
the bad guys don't win.

And if I have one regret,
it's that I didn't do it sooner.

Because after he was gone,
this-- you and me--

that's what makes me who I am.

I don't know how,

but, man, I raised a good one.

You did good.

Mm.

Oh, that's dry. You
need some moisturizer.

All right, Mom.
All right, I love you.

You got to go.
You got to go. Guard.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Enrique, I need help
loading on 5, please.

Julie Sanders?

Federal Agent
Sam Hanna.

How can I help you?

You can't help me.
Tiffany can.

There's nobody named Tiffany
working here.

Look, we can do this
a couple of ways.

I arrest you on a murder
warrant-- that's the hard one.

Let me ask my boss
if I can take my break.

Appreciate it.

(panting)

Told you she was a runner.
You owe me, by the way.

How about I get you a
ficus, and we call it even?

What is this about?

The murder of LAPD
Detective Francis Boyle.

I have no idea who that is.

Oh, that's funny,
because your prints

and your blood were all
over the murder scene.

I didn't kill him.

But I know who did.

Boyle liked to get rough.

Only the desperate girls
went there.

So, you were desperate?

No.

I stayed away from that

until Quinn asked me
to help set him up.

Detective John Quinn?

Yeah. He told me Internal
Affairs was setting up a sting,

and all I had to do was
let Boyle pick me up,

and they were going
to arrest him.

So what happened?
Nothing.

Boyle picked me up,
took me to a motel.

I kept waiting
for Quinn and the cops

to come bursting through
the door, but they never did.

Boyle left
after we had sex.

I called Quinn,
and he never answered.

So, Boyle left
the motel?

Yeah.

But he came back.

I waited for Quinn
and kept calling

for at least a couple hours,
and that is when Boyle returned.

He was out of his mind, and
he accused me of setting him up.

Which you did.

To be arrested, not ripped off.

He beat the hell out of me.

He asked me
where his stuff was.

I had no idea what he was
talking about, and he threatened

to kill me if I didn't tell him
who I was working with.

Did you give him
John Quinn's name?

Yeah.

That really set him off.

He called his partner, and
that's when I made a run for it.

You're saying
you didn't kill Boyle?

Seriously?

I weigh a hundred pounds
soaking wet.

The guy was an easy 250
with a couple of guns.

I got out of there
the first chance I had.

You didn't report any of this
to the police?

He was the police.

So was Quinn.

I was a 17-year-old hooker
with a criminal record.

So where does Deeks come in?

You tell me.

He was always...
good to me and the other girls.

Not in that way.

He was very kind.

And you were his informant?

He was the one guy
and the only cop I could trust.

He helped me get back
on my feet.

Still does.

Yeah.

So if you didn't kill Boyle,

who did?

Had to have been Quinn.

Do you trust her?

I don't trust anybody.

Do you think
she's telling the truth?

As an IA investigator,
Quinn knew Boyle was dirty,

and had an ongoing
investigation against him.

He must have figured out
where they kept the money,

drugs, guns and everything else
they'd stolen.

And since Quinn was IA,
he could kill Boyle himself

without the fear
of being found out.

Well, it's pretty easy
to cover up a murder

you committed when
you're the primary investigator.

We find Quinn's stash,
we find Quinn.

If he hasn't beaten us to it.

(buzzer sounds)

MAN: Deeks, you've
got company.

Not again.

Am I disturbing you?

It took you long enough.

You have any idea
what being in the clink

does to a man, huh?

Alone and desperate,
with nothing to hold onto

but the cold steel
of the prison bars?

Hmm. It's been two days.

Yeah, but time stops
in the slammer, Kens.

I'm very sorry. My partner
was arrested for murder,

and I have been spending all my
time trying to clear his name.

Oh, wow. Touché. Well done.

My partner has also
been sending money

to a prostitute every month.

You found Tiffany?

Yeah.
That's not good.

No, it's not
good at all.

I'm not talking about me.
I'm talking about her.

She was a good person
who got stuck

in a bad spot,
and I helped her out.

By hiding a fugitive?

Kensi, trust me,
she didn't kill anybody.

Listen, you need to understand,
this may not be going away.

Don't be a drama
queen right now.

If I don't confess,
I'm going to County.

You're not going to County,
Deeks, and this is gonna be fine.

Okay, but that's what I'm say...
Just hold on a second.

Baby, hold on a second, just...

We're gonna figure it out, okay?

I got to get back.
Can you...?

Guard?

(door buzzes)

Boyle and Steadman skim
hot weapons and drugs,

and resell 'em for a profit.

Internal Affairs
Detective Quinn

sees an opportunity

to rip off the dirty cops
he's been investigating.

Boyle finds out,
and it's sayonara, Boyle.

Before Quinn
can make a getaway,

we bust him for working
with the arms dealer.

KENSI:
This isn't working, Hetty.

This is not working.

You have us chasing hunches
and dead ends

while Deeks is in a jail,
and IA pins a murder on him.

Everything we're doing
has purpose.

But it's not working, Hetty.
It is not enough.

We know Deeks isn't guilty.

What is this Machiavellian plan
you're working on?

I understand your frustration,
Agent Blye.

I am not frustrated, Hetty.
I am pissed!

They're sending Deeks
to county jail

if he doesn't confess.

Do you have any idea
what'll happen

to Deeks in county jail
with gang members

and criminals that he helped
put away as a cop?

Or is this just part
of your master plan maybe?

Kensi...
You... you owe me, Hetty.

You said
you were in my debt once.

I'm calling in
that marker now.

Get Deeks out.

I don't care how you do it.

Go home and take a shower,

try and eat something,

and try and get
some sleep.

(typing)

(sighs)

(knocking)

Mrs. Deeks.

I was in the neighborhood.

With a casserole?

Boy. (laughs)

Two parents
in the same line of work.

Boy, that's gonna be tough.

No. Yes. Yeah,
we're not really, um...

I mean, we are,
but just not for the...

Ever think about bringing the
trash can closer to this room?

Okay, Mrs. Deeks, please.

Why don't you just tell me
why you're here?

I let a terrible thing happen
to him once.

I've seen the way
he looks at you, Kensi.

He trusts you.

Don't let him down like I did.

(sighs)

I'm trying as hard
as hell not to.

You promise me

you'll do everything you can
to get him out of there.

I promise.

Cross your heart
and hope to Blye?

(laughs)

Apple doesn't fall far
from the tree, does it?

I've been sitting
on that one for weeks.

(laughs)

I can't protect you if you leave
this room without a confession.

You really don't care
who killed Boyle, do you?

We both know
you killed Boyle.

I'm just trying to make
the best of a crappy situation.

Hmm.

Okay.

I'll confess to...

self-defense manslaughter.

He was a police officer.

So am I,
and you can't prove malice.

Detective Whiting?

I'm in the middle
of an interrogation.

Sorry. The commissioner's office
is on the phone.

Says it's urgent.

We are so far
from being done here.

Let me know if you find
that French press.

(sighs)

You're a son of a bitch.

But Boyle was a bigger one,

so you need to get out
of here and prove it.

LAPD doesn't like a scandal.

Uh, you're helping
a detective

accused of murder
escape custody.

You do understand the
definition of a scandal, right?

Shut up, Deeks.

You got three minutes

before Whiting gets sick
of being on hold.

You go out this door,
down the stairs,

you head for the east exit.

And then you run like hell.

I wish I could
quit you.

I love that mustache.

Piece of work.

(indistinct crowd chatter)

Lock down the exits.

No one in or out
until we get Deeks.

(siren chirps)

STEADMAN:
Hey!

Deeks!

(horn honking, tires squealing)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

What the hell?!

Stay in the car!

♪ ♪

Hey, guys, Deeks is out.

Good.
Actually, he escaped

a few hours ago.
What?

If Deeks is a fugitive, it's
just gonna make him look guilty.

He should have stayed
in police custody.

I would have done
the same thing.

You have done the same thing.

We have any way
to find him?

He left all
of his personal belongings,

meaning no phone,
no money, nothing.

And every cop in L.A. looking
for him,

thinking he's a cop killer.

Have Kensi meet us downtown.
Yeah.

Monica.

Monica!

Hey, you okay?

Where's Quinn?

Quinn!

(groans)

Anything?

No. Eric, you sure this is
the last place you saw him?

Yeah. He was moving fast.

I haven't seen him
since he crossed Flower.

Maybe they caught him.
NELL: We're monitoring

LAPD transmission.
Nothing has shown up yet.

Why hasn't he contacted us?
He doesn't have a phone.

Okay, so he lifts one
or he goes to the library

and sends an e-mail.

There.

We got him.

He got on a bus at 6:15
this morning, corner

of 5th and Hill Street.

Bus number 12-3-09.
Its first run of the day.

CALLEN:
Send us its route.

See if you spot him getting off.

Where is
that bus now

and what's the quickest
path to intercept it?

Where's Quinn?
I don't know, man.

I-I didn't even know
that he was out of jail

until they came here
yesterday and told...

(grunts)

Stop!

(coughs)
Where's Quinn?

I told you, man. I don't know.

(grunts)
(shouts)

Listen, man. I don't know...
Hold on a second!

I don't know where Quinn is,
but I know where your stash is.

But you got
to let her go.

She had nothing to do with this.

I will.

If you take me to our stuff.

But if you're lying to me,

I'll kill her, and you'll be
begging me to kill you, too,

before we're done.

Thank you. Driver didn't see
Deeks get on or off the bus.

It's a busy route.

Security footage.
I'm sending it to Ops.

Okay, so what's between here
and downtown?

Monica Lee.

Yeah.

Eric, we need eyes
on Monica Lee's house.

I think
that's where he's headed.

The closest we have is
a traffic cam on Wilshire

and an ATM on the corner of Olympic, wh...
(beeping)

We found him.

Deeks is in the boatshed
with Monica Lee

and Detective Steadman,

who has them both in handcuffs.

Smart boy.

Okay. Get LAPD to send
a tactical team to the boatshed.

Absolutely not.

The cops will listen to Steadman
before they listen to us.

Have our people secure
a silent perimeter

until we're on the scene.

(tires screech)

(engine revving)

(grunts)

(grunts)
Where is it?

First, you got to let her go.

(grunts)

(gasps)

I'm going to break a finger
for every second that goes by

that I don't see my stuff.

You are just as sick as Boyle.

Actually, he was the nice one.

(grunts)
(shouting)

It's in here.

It's in here! Come on!

There's a trap door

under this table.

Open it.

I'd love to, but my keys
are back at the station.

There's an ax out there.
You can grab it.

No one's gonna hear you.

Wow.

You grabbed my keys.

That's incredibly thoughtful
of you.

Listen, perchance, you didn't
grab my wallet, did you?

'Cause I had, like,
600 bucks in there.

Fat chance. Open it.

How? My hands are cuffed
behind my back.

Figure it out.

Guys, they're
in the interrogation room.

Steadman has Deeks
on his knees with a gun

to his head.

Oh, my God,
he's gonna execute him.

(grunts)

(keys jangle)

(grunts)

There you go, tough
guy. Unlocked.

Well, open it.

It weighs 80 pounds.

I had to pull a Houdini
just to unlock it.

Listen, you take off my cuffs,
then I'll lift it.

You open it, honey.

I'm telling you, man. It's
too heavy. She can't lift it.

There's no way
she's gonna be able to...

You know what, fine,
I don't care. Give it a shot.

Guys, they're trying
to open

the trap door.

Is that for us or for them?

Hopefully it's for them,

'cause I don't feel
like swimming.

(grunts)
(pants)

Voila.

What is this, a joke?

A joke?

No, this is the best
hiding place on the planet.

We sunk it
in waterproof containers.

You need scuba tanks
to get there.

The bay is so murky,
you can't see it

from three feet away.
And I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking I'm a genius.
And you'd be right.

Because you know
what Quinn wanted to do?

He wanted to put it
in a bus locker.

Our stuff wouldn't fit
in a bus locker.

No, I didn't...
I didn't say “bus locker.”

I said “bus lockers,” plural.

He wanted to put it
all over town.

You don't have it.

You never did.

No!

No!

(grunts)

Jump!

Deeks!

Deeks!

(car doors shut)

Federal agents!
Drop it!

(gunshots)

Just give me a reason.

(chuckles)
You're out of your league, honey.

Just like your partner was.

It's over, Detective.

Or you can try
and make a run for it.

GRANGER:
Agent Blye.

Stand down, Kensi.

Move in.

Deeks. Deeks?!

Deeks!

(grunts)

Okay. Okay.

How come you're never
that excited to see me?

I carry my joy inside.

The hell
does that even mean?

It means you won't be
getting a hug anytime soon.

(chuckles)

Nothing? No hug?

(indistinct police transmission)

I don't know
how you do it, Deeks.

You always manage to come out
of the manure pile

smelling like a rose.

Stop. You're making me blush.

So, we good here?

For now.

He's all yours.

Lucky us.

You know what
this seems like?

A good opportunity
for a group hug.

Not even with a gun to my head.
DEEKS: All right.

How about a drink?

I'm in.

Callen, you?

He's in, too.

Apparently
I'm in.

Unless you got
a couch date.

It's a generous offer, but
it's been a rough couple days.

I think I'm
gonna head home.

I think your mom
would like to see you.

Oh. On second thought, I'm in.

Deeks.
What?

I can just send her a text,
right?

With, like, a happy face

and some
emoji hearts?

No.
I'll call her.

Come on. First round's on me.

Thanks, brother.

You coming?

Yeah. Just got to make a stop
on the way. I'll meet you there.

Bye.

You're cute.

You could have lost all this.

HETTY:
You or me?

(chuckles softly)

Both of us.

You know where Quinn is?

Yes.

He never escaped, did he?

No, but it was made
to look that way.

So you faked Quinn's escape
to draw out Steadman?

It was all I could think of
to make this mess go away

once and for all.

I had him

transferred
to a medium-security facility

in Pennsylvania

under a new name.

In exchange for what?

His cooperation

and the whereabouts
of Detective Boyle

and Steadman's ill-gotten goods.

So you found the stash?

Yes.
As will

Internal Affairs.

In Steadman's garage.

Why'd you do this?

Why did you kill Boyle?

He was gonna kill Tiffany.

Why didn't you tell
the others?

It's not my story to tell.

Then again, I'm not sure that
it should be yours either.

Even if it's the truth?

Hmm.

How do I not tell Kensi?

I just... I can't keep
this secret from her.

Ultimately,
that's your decision, Mr. Deeks.

But I've always
found that secrets

are much
easier to keep

when you have...

no one to share them with.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

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