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♪ NCIS: LA 7x20 ♪
Seoul Man
Original Air Date on March 28, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Morning, Deeks.

What's up, Sam?

You spill
your granola?

No, I'm just doing
a little bit of spring cleaning.

- Yeah? Kensi know about this?
- Not exactly,

but we've been so successful
cleaning the house,

I am now moving on
to the office.

So you're trying to fix
your girlfriend?

Ooh, ooh, I wouldn't say that
I'm trying to "fix" anybody.

Ah.

Can't change somebody.

You can only change yourself.

It's all about acceptance, baby.

Yeah, I don't know
if I'm buying that.

What if you have a friend
that becomes addicted to heroin?

Do you just accept that?

No, you love
that person.

You care about 'em,
so you stage an intervention.

Oh, so this is an intervention?

Of sorts. You know, 'cause
she's addicted to the mess.

She's, like, a...
like, a mess-head.

Are you familiar
with the Serenity Prayer?

"God, grant me
the serenity

to accept the things
I cannot change."

- Amen, brother.
- Wait for it.

"And the courage to change
the things that I can,

and the wisdom to know
the difference."

Oh, so you're a "wise" guy.

I'm just saying
I know the difference,

and she is gonna love
her desk, trust me.

Speak of the devil.

Uh, Deeks, what the hell?

Really?

You talking about,
"what the hell"?

This is your new clean desk.

Look, "action items,"
"to shred," "to scan,"

your name tags
and pencils,

your inbox-- we're killing it.

How am I supposed
to find anything now?

What are you talking about?

This is how you find everything.

You know what they say,

that "cleanliness
is next to godliness."

Sometimes cleanliness
is next to impossible.

I tried to warn him.

Mm-hmm.

Can you please stop doing that?

You really don't
need to do that.

Oh, that's not
a good sound.

I hope you have
a warranty for that.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

What? What?
No, no, no.

Deeks, my dad's
Rifle Expert Badge.

From the Marine Corps?
Yes.

Impressive.

I was gonna get it framed.

Why would you leave
something so important

just loose on your desk?

Why would you mess with my desk?

You might need
a screwdriver, Deeks.

Might need
couple's therapy.

Come on, just get
it out, please.

Ooh.
Wow.

That was a strong
move there, Pig-Pen.

No.

See?

We're good.

Haven't seen a sandstorm like
that since '09 in Fallujah.

It's be a shame if that dust
ruined our new wardrobe.

Those are nice suits, Hetty.

Uh, going undercover
at a wedding, a funeral?

Uh, for the next 48 hours,
you're being assigned to a PSO.

Personal Security Operation?

Precisely.

That's not
exactly what we do.

Are you sure that's really
the best use of resources?

Yeah, Hetty,
I will always love you,

but we are more than bodyguards.

What about
the Protective Operations Field Office?

They can't handle
this one alone.

It's an all-hands-on-deck deal.

The commander of the Pacific
Command is coming to town.

He has a principal security
advisor at all times.

Why do you need us?

High-level Navy officials
are coming

from nine Asian allies
to discuss developments

in the South China Sea.

The new artificial islands.

Yes. Interested parties
include Japan, Indonesia,

South Korea and, uh, Australia.

We'll assist in protecting
the principals.

Better suit up,

PACOM's on the move.

Uh, quick question.
Can we get, uh,

those cuff mikes
they're always talking into?

You know, like...

Bamboo arriving on Andy.

Nighthawk is heading
for the, uh, the buckeye.

Get those things, the...

No? All right.

Mr. Deeks, your desk
is a disaster.

Why don't you take
a lesson from Miss Blye

and tidy up?

Copy that.

That's a nice tight
group right there.

Thanks.

Try slowing down
your rate of fire.

Get the muzzle back on target.

Thanks for the tip.

Yeah.

So, uh, Gates,

where did you learn to shoot?

ATF.

Hello, Henrietta.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Owen.

Is Special Agent Gates
part of the security detail?

I don't believe so.

But he is based
out of Singapore.

He is.
And?

And?

Okay, I have a busy day.

Are you all right
with this, Owen?

Dealing with
our Korean friends?

One thing I've learned,
Henrietta,

you leave the past in the past.

I know you've all
trained at FLETC,

but it's been a while,
so a couple reminders.

Never carry luggage--
compromises your mission.

PACOM travels with his
principal security advisor,

who always gets the door
and sits in the rear.

As a chase car,
we are backup in the event

of mechanical failure or attack.

"Attack"?

There's an ambush bag
in the back,

but I've never had the need.

Knock on simulated wood.

You know,

the job is 99% boredom.

Mmm.

But there are ways
to pass the time

when you're standing
watch for hours.

You got any tips?

Personally, I like to count
all the floor tiles.

What do you do when you finish?

Start over again, make sure
I get the same answer twice.

You two have
good bladder control?

I can only speak
for myself, but...

We try to provide a bathroom
break every few hours,

but go easy on the coffee.

Okay.
What about support hose?

What about 'em?

Varicose veins are definitely

an occupational hazard when
you're on your feet all day.

Might want to pick up

some elastic knee-highs
on your break.

Your calves
will thank you.

Looks like it's showtime.

Okay, that was smooth.

Got him in the limo.

First phase
of the mission complete.

I don't know, it was
a little touch-and-go there.

You have to excuse my partner.

I think he knows
I was joking.

We should respect
their work.

Do respect their work.
Try to show it.

I will try.

Okay.
Okay.

How long you two been married?

Sam, Callen, you there?

Go ahead, Deeks.

You got activity
at your destination.

As you can probably hear,
we got a protest rally.

About what?

It's a group
of Filipino students

who don't want the U.S. military
in their homeland.

They love us
in the Philippines.

Yeah, not feeling
a lot of love right now.

You know what, divert to
the side entrance of the hotel.

Copy that.

Team Zulu, be advised,

using alternative arrival
point B.

Down and to the right.

Someone must have tipped them
off. We'll do a threat scan.

Tighten up.

Come on.

Get back, get back.

Stay back, stay back.

Get back, get back.

Let's get him to the door.
Back up!

Gun!

Get down!
Everybody, get down!

Kens, front left.

Clear.

Wow, you're pretty
well-dressed for a student.

When I was in college,

I kept busy by playing
beer pong and streaking.

You, my friend,
are missing out.

You've made
a big mistake.

Unless you have
a concealed carry permit,

you've made
a bigger mistake.

Sunglasses.

I was reaching for them
when you tackled me.

What, and your gun
got in the way?

And what is this?

A tracking device.

My name is Sung Ahn.

South Korean National
Intelligence Service.

My passport and I.D. are in the
right inner pocket of my jacket.

Just out of curiosity, what
is a South Korean agent doing

in an anti-American
Filipino protest rally?

I got caught up in the crowd.

I'm doing advance work
for our fleet commander.

Personal security.

I guess we're gonna have
to check that out.

Of course.

So your Mr. Ahn
is not a bad guy.

In fact,
he's very much a good guy.

It's true.

He was vetted by the State
Department two weeks ago.

He arrived 9:45 p.m. two nights
ago from Seoul, South Korea.

Seat 40-A.

He prefers window seats.

Although, for dinner,
we're not sure

if he ordered the seared
judong beef rib-eye

or the stir-fried prawns
with black bean sauce.

What about this Daewoo K5?

Yes, his handgun
was registered in advance,

all the way down
to the serial number

and the 26 rounds of ammunition
he's currently carrying.

Thanks.

All right, Mr. Ahn.

We apologize
for the inconvenience.

What is this?

Please be careful with that.
Wow.

Is this a video camera?

Huh? That's very 007 of you.

What else you got, huh?

Invisible ink?

Cyanide capsules?

You said you were doing
personal security.

Correct.

For the conference.

Well, that's strange.
I don't know any bodyguards

that have, uh, hidden cameras
and GPS trackers.

Is there something else
going on?

Just before we left,

we intercepted an encrypted
communication to Pyongyang.

Sent from our
fleet commander's office.

How do you send
a message to North Korea?

There's no cell phone service,
no e-mail, no Internet.

It was embedded in a photo
on a social media site.

It said "plan activated."

Someone may have ties
to North Korea.

Yeah, a double agent, a mole.

So you think your fleet
commander might be the target?

Anything is possible.

But why do it here?

Why not do it back home?

He's more vulnerable here.

Easier to escape,
cover your tracks.

Perhaps more of a statement
if he's attacked on U.S. soil.

Okay.

We can provide
additional security.

We would appreciate that.

If you could be more discreet?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Copy that, Kens, we're on it.

The admiral's tucked in.

He took the red-eye
from Honolulu;

he wanted to rest.

Sounds pretty good.

Oh, man.

That's a pretty decent mattress.

It's a lot better
than that lousy apartment

I've been staying in.

My back has been
taking a beating.

Why don't you go stay
at the safe house?

Lead them to my family?

Well, you're welcome
to stay with me.

I got a very nice guest futon.

You ever have any guests?

Well, you would be the first
to actually stay on the futon.

Yeah. Why am I not surprised?

Why'd you even buy it?

Okay, okay, okay, G.

All right.

Thank you for the offer.

I'm honored.

Uh-huh.

How's Michelle doing?

Well, she's, uh...

still safe in the safe house

and going a little stir-crazy

waiting for Granger
to give the "all clear."

Yeah, well...

every house she stays in
is a safe house.

She could kick
just about anybody's ass.

Oh, I got Hetty coming up.

Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna.

All is well with the admiral?

Couldn't be better.

So Kensi and Deeks
have made contact

with a South Korean
intelligence officer named Ahn.

It warms my heart

when my team
plays well with others.

Well, there are concerns
that there's a possible

North Korean double agent within
the South Korean entourage.

Perhaps they could use
some help, Mr. Hanna.

Wouldn't do to have something
untoward happen to him

on our watch.

They're pretty closed
to outsiders.

In the minibar in your room,

is a water bottle

with a green label on it.

It contains an odorless,

tasteless syrup of ipecac.

Doesn't that cause
violent vomiting?

Well, for a short period.

But it's harmless.

Hetty, one of us could have
opened that.

But you didn't, did you?

Use it with discretion.

Ipecac in the minibar?

Did you know there was more
to this assignment?

Your team is working
a Protective Service Operation.

Which could also be
an undercover assignment

to smoke out
a North Korean mole.

Gentlemen, you are at the hotel

for one reason

and one reason only.

Gentlemen.

Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS.

We don't want you to be late
to your keynote session.

Jong Rhee,
Head of Security.

This is Admiral Bai.

A pleasure meeting you,
Admiral.

One of our agents
has taken ill.

I'd be happy to assist.

We appreciate your kind offer,
Agent Hanna.

Lobby's a public place.

Once we get downstairs,

we should convert
to a diamond formation.

Thank you.
We have a protocol.

I see you've made
some new friends.

Sam.

Check out Mr. Smartphone.

We don't text
while we're on duty.

It decreases
situational awareness.

Guy on your left.

How you doing?

No eye contact.

Is that cultural

or does he have
something to hide?

Or...

does Mr. Head of Security
want to kill his boss?

Go, Sam, go.

There's a new sheriff
in town.

You better hope
Sam keeps you alive.

Bathroom break.

You come with us.

Copy that.

Moving to the restroom, G.

I'll stay with the admiral.

Kensi and Deeks have your back.

Everything
going well, sir?

Very well.

But I need advice.

From me?
Yes.

Tonight, we will relax
at a karaoke bar.

You will join us?
Of course.

I want to be sure
we find a good place.

I've got
the commander's assistant,

Captain Kang.

I got a wandering security guy.

This guy's definitely on edge.

- Kang's using a pay phone.
- Pay phone?

They still have those?

Eric, I'm gonna need you
to trace the call.

Slice of tiramisu.

Pay phone, east lobby, please.

We're on it.

Oh, yikes. False alarm.

He's just buying
anti-diarrhea medicine.

Trying to be discreet.

Okay, I got an angle
to get a read.

Kang is saying,

"I'll meet you there tonight,

the place we talked about."

Which now makes him
a person of interest.

Sorry, Kens.

That call went to a burn phone.

Is he cleared to carry a weapon?

Uh, that's a negative.

Kang is a military attaché,

assistant
to the fleet commander.

Never travels with a gun.

Kang's with his partner.

He went inside.

Whoa, I got something.

Get your butts
to a secure laptop.

All right, Eric,
we're good to go.

Okay, so the South Korea Navy
has their knickers in a twist

'cause a mole
that may be communicating

with North Korea
using this social media site.

A picture of a kitten?

That's... that's it?

The Web site was created
in South Korea,

accessed in their naval office,

and then read by satellite
phone in Pyongyang, North Korea.

That's a QR code in the corner.

That's a discreet way to send
a hidden message.

The 2-D barcode translates to...

"plan activated."

Okay.

So what's the plan?

Pick up your dry cleaning,
contribute to the 401k,

kill the fleet commander?

Yeah, and here's
the interesting thing.

Yesterday,
someone "liked" the photo.

Well, in all fairness,
it is a cute cat.

Someone in Pasadena,

who changed the QR code
to "ready"

using the guest wireless network
at M.D.D.

M.D.D., the defense contractor?

Yeah, they write software
for Sanctuary missiles.

Imagine if North Korea
got ahold of that.

They could disable the missiles
protecting the naval bases

in South Korea, Japan,

Philippines, Guam...

Okay. So the mole might not even
be here to hurt the commander.

Yeah, he could be working
on something

bigger than Pearl Harbor.

Heads up.
Sam and his party have arrived.

Back to the right,
room three.

The ladies are from
the Chamber of Commerce.

Both have been
background-checked.

I love it.

Sam, what song
will you sing?

No, I'm sorry. I'm working, sir.

Do you like
Broadway show tunes?

Of course, who doesn't?

Which is your favorite?

Oh, there's so many good ones,
it's hard to choose.

Yes, tonight,
we will sing them all.

All right.

To our American friends.

Gun bae!

Gun bae!

Thank you.

♪ All right,
stop what you're doing ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm about
to ruin the image ♪

♪ And the style
that you're used to... ♪

I'm going
to use the rest room.

You're gonna miss the show.

Oh, trust me, there'll be more.

♪ I'm the new fool
in town and my sound's ♪

A lot more.
♪ Laid down by The Underground ♪

♪ I drink up all the Hennessy
you got on your shelf ♪

♪ So just let me
introduce myself ♪

♪ My name is Humpty... ♪

Deeks, I have
Kang heading to the men's room.

Copy that. I'm on it.

Kang's a no-show
in the bathroom.

Heading your way.

I'll watch the front door.

Don't let that little umbrella

block your view.

It's my camouflage.

Uh, that was the ladies' room.

Oh, I, I didn't know.

Sorry.
No problem.

Could've met somebody in there.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah?

Hi, uh, I think I forgot
my phone in there.

I don't see it.

Okay, thanks.

Kang's on the move.

Looks like he's heading outside.

He just collected
a hand gun from the coatroom.

There's a woman in the bathroom.

You take Kang.

I'll take her.

Where'd he go?

Good question.

Anything?

Well, we searched
the entire parking lot.

Yeah, and two blocks
around the bar.

I've got ops
on every security cam in K-town,

and Callen covering
the hotel perimeter.

This lady was
in the women's room with Kang.

Dawn Amaro.

That's Dawn Amaro, RN.

Pediatric nurse from Pasadena.

She volunteers with CAST,

the anti-human
trafficking NGO.

She visited South Korea
a year ago.

- Thank you, guys.
- Yeah.

So, what do we think here?

Registered nurse by day
and international spy by night?

Go talk to the lady.

Hi, Dawn.

I am Kensi Blye, NCIS.

Marty Deeks, LAPD.

I'm not sure
what's going on here.

Well, you were
in the ladies' room

with a male suspect
that we're investigating.

Yeah, I heard that part.

Did you find the guy?

Arrest him?

Why were you
at the bar?

I was meeting
some friends from work.

Who else was there
with you?

I was the first to arrive.

Mm, picked a nice place--
know what I mean?

Good, uh, South Korean vibe.

I wouldn't know.

Dawn, you were
in Seoul last year.

Not for karaoke bars.

I was working in towns
where girls get recruited

by trafficking brokers.

How do you know James Kang?

From my time in Korea.

Okay.

So, you've worked
with the Navy?

No.

His niece was about
to come to America

as a massage therapist.

They promised her money,
the good life.

She would've
been enslaved

as a sex worker
had we not intervened.

He was grateful.

So, you guys have
kept in contact then?

Yeah.

And how did you know
where to meet Kang?

He gave me a cell phone.

May I?

James said it had to be

untraceable phone
because he does classified work

for the military.

And what else did James say?

That I could be in danger.

And he wouldn't say why.

But here's
where it gets weird, okay?

He says he's gonna leave me
a gun under a bus stop bench.

But it's crazy--
why do I need a gun?

When you met him
in the bathroom,

was there any physical contact?

A quick hug?

Am I, am I really in danger?

We don't think Kang
is who he says he is.

What's that supposed to mean?

We think he may be using you
to pass along information

to a foreign agency.

No.

No, he's a really sweet guy.

That's his craft.

In fact, he may have
planted something

on you already.

You shouldn't go home tonight.

And where am I supposed to go?

Room service.

Nurse is safe and sound?

Yeah, two doors down
with security.

Nice.
Any eyes on Kang?

Uh, he's still MIA.

But Agent Ahn is fully recovered
from the Ipecac.

Oh.

Well, found the
Saturday night special

exactly where Kang
told her it would be.

Man of his word.

You boys, uh, both manage
to get some sleep?

Yeah, I feel good.

Yeah.

Well, that's interesting, 'cause
then it looks like you guys

cuddled together all night.

Just one bed.

All messed up.

Ow.

Deeks, I made my bed,
just like I do every day.

Okay?
Oh, well, that's interesting.

You hear that, Kens?

Our friend Sam makes his bed
every single morning.

Hmm.

Have you learned
nothing, Deeks?

Evidently not.

Mm-hmm.

Good morning, campers.

Morning.

We need some good news.

Not much in that department.

Dawn Amaro's
electronic footprint

is perfectly pristine.

No suspect e-mails,
Web sites or bank accounts.

And she has
a hobby writing poetry.

Any word from M.D.D.?

Their system is ironclad.

Firewall, air-gap, encryption.

They log every keystroke.

There's nothing
copied or transferred.

No breaches.

And it's impossible

for the guest network
to access their servers.

So, maybe Kang didn't
steal military secrets.

Yeah, but then why
is he on the run?

Oh.

Well, you can
ask him yourself.

He just boarded
a Metro bus in downtown L.A.

three minutes ago.

Granger's closest.

I'll let him know.

He's gonna need backup.

Have fun
counting the tiles.

Heading south
on Spring Street.

It's possible
I've been made, Sam.

Let's move in.

Federal building.

Federal agents!

NCIS!
Hands on your head, Kang!

This man may be armed.

Not according
to my metal detector.

We're taking him
into custody.

Hey, I'm afraid
you can't do that.

Tell them.

I'm seeking asylum
in the United States.

If I return
to my country,

they will kill me.

I wish to defect.

Nice try, Kang.

He's a suspect wanted
for an ongoing investigation.

Sorry, Federal agents or not,

I can't release him
without the approval

from the State Department.

This gentleman's
not leaving the building.

Well...

this is a rather
surprising development.

Well, it's also
a rather convenient one.

If this is
a fake defection,

it gives him time
to complete his mission.

And if it's a real defection,
the clock is still ticking.

Yeah, because the CIA,
FBI and South Korean Navy

will all demand
immediate access to him.

Have a run at it, gentlemen.

Quickly.

I was smuggled into South Korea

at age 17 with forged papers.

During my entire career
in the Navy,

I was an agent for North Korea.

Why do you want to defect?

My life's work

has been about
giving an advantage

to those who care more
about weapons and warfare

while ignoring the needs
of their own people.

I don't want my legacy

to be about death
and destruction.

Well, that's all very noble,
but we need proof.

Was there a plan

to steal defense secrets
from M.D.D.?

Everything you want...
is right here.

On a nickel?

500 screenshots
of Sanctuary Missile code

that Pyongyang is waiting
to receive from me.

Who gave you that?

It was left for me.

At a pay phone.

There's one thing
I don't get.

After all these years
of allegiance to North Korea,

why now?

I met a woman.

An American woman.

Her name?

Dawn.

Dawn Amaro.

The nurse from the karaoke bar?

You haven't seen her for a year.

We sent coded messages
through a poetry Web site.

Well, let's hope
she backs up your story.

Okay, so the SD card
is password protected.

Uh, not anymore.

Ooh, needs two-factor
identification.

And... got it.

Yikes, fully encrypted.
Oh, please.

When's that ever been a problem?

Nice.

Just what Kang
said it was.

Hundreds of screenshots of code
of the Sanctuary Missile system.

Let's see what
else is on here.

Any idea
who took the photos?

Uh, someone who didn't know

that M.D.D. recently
updated their screens

with invisible watermarks.

So with a little processing,

we got a username,
I.D. and time stamp.

Uh, "David Murray,
System Administrator."

Who thought he won the lottery
with an offshore account.

We contacted
the U.S. Marshall service.

They're on their way
to arrest him.

What about
this poetry Web site?

Uh, Kang and Dawn Amaro

contributed poems and comments
every single day.

You don't expect us to read
all this, do you, Eric?

No.

Just every fourth word.

"The beauty of your
spirit overwhelms my being

with every breath I take."

Kang,

fell pretty hard there, bro.

You kept this up
in secret code every day?

Yes.

James.

Dawn.

Are we buying their story?

Warming up to it.

Dawn, why didn't
you just tell us?

James said it had to be a secret
until he resigned from the Navy.

Wow, you wrote some pretty,
uh, pretty crazy poems there.

Her life's work
is about humanity,

about lifting people up.

I never knew
those feelings before.

James has devoted himself
to making a difference.

He's liberated hundreds of girls
from a life of slavery.

He's not who you think he is.

Okay,
Sam and I will take him

back to the boatshed.

Kensi and Deeks, get back
to the hotel with Callen.

On it.

Good luck, you two.

Thank you.

Prieto dropped me off.

He's five minutes away.

Well, tell him
to come pick us up.

So, what do we do now?

We are gonna take you
someplace safe.

A lot of people want
to talk to you.

Director.

Hey, Eric, tell Callen

that there's no threat
to Commander Bai.

Gun!

Everybody, down!

You okay?

Yeah.

Where'd you get
the zip gun?

I printed it at home.

Your mother must be so proud.

Who the hell
is that guy?

North Korean agent.

I didn't deliver the coin.

I told you,

if you fail your mission,

they kill you
and your loved ones.

Call the paramedics and LAPD.

Let's go. Move! Let's roll!

Stay close.

Agent Prieto's
a block away.

Down! Down! Down!

Granger?
Fine.

We're okay.

Are we?

Yeah, we're all good.

Move, move! Move!

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Take this next right.
Okay.

Threat, left side!

Floor it!

Deeks, we need backup.
We're under attack.

We're approaching

Crenshaw and Washington.

We're on our way.

Why you slowing down? Prieto?

What are you doing?

Prieto?

Prieto?

Oh, he's hit.

He's been hit.

All right,
there's cover up ahead.

We're gonna ditch the car.

It's better if we keep moving.

They're coming back!

Hold on.

How long
since you trained at Glynco?

It's called muscle memory.

That's not bad, Hanna,

considering
you're in a passenger seat.

If we don't lose them,

we're gonna lose him.

I'm going for it.

Keep pressure
on his neck wound!

You got to be kidding me!

Down!

I'm out!

My last mag.

We may have to fall back
to the car.

Clear!

Clear!

- Clear!
- Clear!

Wow.

That went bad fast.

Call paramedics.

We got a federal agent down.

Thank you. Thank you.

Agent Prieto
is out of surgery.

He's gonna make it.

That's wonderful news.

And these two
are finally together.

I think they deserve
a little, uh, privacy.

Ah, where's the suit, G?

I was relieved by backup agents
who flew in from DC.

Hetty, let me
ask you something.

When you sent us out,

were you aware of the threat
from North Korea?

Sometimes I just think

it's being in the right place
at the right time.

Here's lunch.

Korean takeout.

Ah.

Ooh.

Ah-ha.

And by the way, those five North
Korean agents we took down,

they were on the dog's chip.

"Dog's chip"?

Hobbs's list
from the animal shelter.

It was ten names
of North Korean sleeper agents.

Gotcha.

Three at Christmas, five today.

Only two agents remain at large.

Ooh, I smell sundubu.

Insamcha and gimbap,
your favorite.

Yeah, no,

I don't think
I'm gonna have any.

My stomach actually is
a little bit off.

You didn't drink the, uh,

water in the minibar

with the green label, did you?

No. No. But...

Aw. Are you okay?

What's going on there?

Mm-hmm.

I just think that
maybe too much Korean

It's your belly?

karaoke and...

Oh.

And what do I have here?

Aw...

"Roses are red,
violets are blue,

"your desk is a mess...
"But."

"but I don't care
because you're worth it

"and I'll try not to make fun
of it ever again

because I love you."

It's, uh, inspired by Kang.

It's about, uh, acceptance.

I don't know
if I can accept this.

I think we need to work
on your poetry.

It's better if you read
every fourth word.

Then it becomes like Keats.

Oh, Deeks.

This way
it doesn't get sucked up

in the DustBuster
by your idiot boyfriend.

I've been wanting to do this
for a very long time.

Thank you so much.

Kensi, food's going fast.

Okay.

Some kimchi left?

'Cause I do love
myself some kimchi.

I hear it has
medicinal qualities.

Well, you got to leave
some for Dawn and Kang.

How are we taking care of them?

Safe house.

Then new identities.

Wait, I know
a safe house we can use.

Hanna's family is coming
out of protective custody.

Seriously?

Intel tells us
the threat's diminished.

You sure?

As sure as we can be.

Anyway,

getting your family back.

Well, I thank you.

And my back thanks you.

That calls for a toast.

In Korean.
Uh, well...

Translation, please?

"After hardship...

comes happiness."

Cheers to that.

- Hear, hear.
Mm-hmm.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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