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Previously on NCIS: Los Angeles...

DOJ Agent Lance Hamilton.
Good to see you.

- Eliana Sapir. She's a...
- Mossad.

What is it with you
and this woman Eliana?

We worked together,
then we were together.

Then we weren't.

How have you been, G?
Are you seeing anyone?

Relax.

Law says I got three minutes
to buy my beer.

I think it's a malt liquor kind of day.

Don't judge me.

Y'all got whiskey back there?

Get up.

What do I owe you?

- It's on the house, dude.
- Thank you.

Operator, this dude just
came in and destroyed somebody.

Whoa, whoa!

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Ha! Wait, you won!

Yes, much better time.

Making progress on my running.

Listen, I really appreciate
and respect the fact

that you're trying to get
your personal record,

but you almost, uh...

you almost caused an accident back there.

Yeah. Not a car accident. Cyclers.

Okay, yeah, well,
cyclers are people, too.

Cycling for transportation,
I support entirely.

But no, adults wearing spandex,

repping companies that don't
even sponsor them, I think not.

- Wow, we've been together for...
- Yeah.

- How long?
- What?

- For how long?
- Huh?

How long have we been together for?

- That's not the point.
- How long have we been together for?

This is not a quiz about how
long we've been together for.

I'm saying that we've been
together for a long time,

and it's just a little bit odd.

I didn't know you had
such strong feelings

- about the subject matter.
- I'm just saying,

- pick a lane, you know?
- Okay.

If you're gonna ride with the cars,

stop at the stop signs.

You feel pretty passionate about this.

I gotta go.

I gotta clean up and get to LAPD.

So I know that they said
it was for mandatory

policy training and department updates,

but do you think maybe it's, like...

I don't know, something else,
something about...

Like, you think that they, uh...

may make me shave and cut my hair?

A girl can dream. Got a surprise for you.

I like the sound of that.
Wait, what is that?

- Huh?
- Wow.

I know how obsessed
you've become with Wim Hof.

When did you fill these up?

Um, 4:00 a.m.

No biggie. Jump in.

First off, I really
appreciate what you've done,

uh, but I just, I-I-I, uh,

I think that "obsessed" is
kind of a strong word

about how I feel about this.

- Right. Jump in.
- I listened to one podcast

and may have mentioned that I thought

the Wim Hof breathing technique was...

Wow, that does not look good.

Jump in.

I, uh, I just don't, uh, I don't...

- Aah...
- I don't think that looks... it looks

- really cold, so I'm not gonna...
- Jump in.

Today is not the day.

Jump in!

Okay. Do I have to take
my shoes off to do this, or...

Oh! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh...

- Ha! Oh!
- Oh!

- This feels great.
- Oh, this is so great.

- I feel so bonded.
- I feel so bonded!

I've got to say, every time
I come back to Tel Aviv,

I like it more.

Well, what's not to like?

Weather's just like L.A.

Even looks like Santa Monica.

I think it's nicer than Santa Monica.

I just walked back from the beach...

I'm not in the mood to hear
about your beach stroll, G.

It's 98 degrees with no AC
in this shaping shack.

Point taken.

But it's clean. No bugs, no cameras.

Eliana give you another Mossad
Intel update on this guy?

Yeah, Uriah Ladd.
And looks like Hetty was right.

He is a former military contractor.

Looks like Ladd has cornered
the Tel Aviv cocaine market.

That's a big market.

Yeah, it is.

Israeli Police and Mossad know
he's got a massive stockpile,

they just don't know where
it's being kept.

- You have a location on him?
- We might.

Eliana and I are gonna sit on an address

that Mossad got from an informant.

Oh, did you locate
that American from, uh,

the surveillance pics with Ladd?

Not yet, but I'm up and running.

Soon as he gets home, I'll pick him up.

Copy that.

Oh, and you know it's kismet.

What's kismet?

You in a hot box with no AC.

You don't remember you were talking about

all the mental benefits of sauna...

Yeah.

- Hey!
- Holy...

snow!

Don't-don't-don't do that.

- Sorry.
- Oh...

What are you doing here so early?

DEEKS and I thought
we'd get in some exercise

- before his LAPD policy training thing.
- My God.

What are you doing here so early?

Well, um... I couldn't sleep again.

Ah.

Haven't heard from Eric, huh?

Mm-mm. Not really.

That guy can be such a nerd sometimes.

Sometimes? Is he still
up in San Francisco working

- with that security technology company?
- Yep.

But all I'm getting are
these short, cryptic messages

he's leaving on some random cosplay site.

It's like he's working on
the freakin' Manhattan Project.

Maybe he is.

Hetty wouldn't have signed off on it

if it wasn't important.

I bet she knows what he's doing.

You know what, we could
start working her.

She's a tough cookie,
but I think we got this.

All right. There's a thought.

Any idea when he's coming back here?

Well, he's technically just a consultant.

He's not full-time.

Supposedly he's coming back next week.

But again, who really knows
what the hell's going on here?

Look, he loves you.

- Yeah.
- Right? And he loves it here.

- Yeah.
- But I do completely

understand how you're feeling,
and I think that I would

probably feel the same way you do, too.

Thank you, especially because

I've been traveling
up to San Fran every weekend

to spend time with my mom.

I'm literally in the same city,

and I don't hear from him.

How is she doing now?

She's... a little better
every day, I guess.

But I'm just realizing, you know,

surviving the stroke is
really just the beginning.

There's really no end to this.

This is just what life is now

- for a long time.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

Thanks.

Oops.

Well, it's a good thing
we came in early, lady.

Looks like we got a case.

I gotta tell you, Eliana,

if these sandwiches taste even
half as good as they look...

They do. EatMeat makes your
Bay Cities Sandwiches look like

experiments conducted by third graders.

Okay, those are fighting words.

You know how I feel about Bay Cities.

Any comings or goings in the house?

- Nothing.
- Good.

- Then I say it's time to eat.
- Let's do it.

That's mine.

- I'm starving.
- That's yours.

Okay, now, that steak is kind of amazing.

It's entrecôte and chimichurri.

I have no idea what you just said, but...

Hold it.

Is that Uriah Ladd?

That's him.

Game on.

Well, maybe time for one more bite.

So, early this morning,
this man, Liam Henderson,

was run down in a 24-hour
convenience store parking lot,

and then shot and killed.

Do we have surveillance footage?

No, not of the parking lot itself,

but check this out.

All right, what are we
looking at, exactly?

Well, according to the report,

Liam enters the store mid-robbery,

and then ends the situation.

As he's leaving the store,

he gets shot and killed.

He looks well-trained. Was he military?

Yeah, Army.

He's been out for six years, but...

Aha. That is not why
we are pulling this case.

So, do you remember this guy?

Uh, yeah. Rick Dotson.

Arms dealer, killed in Malibu.

Good memory.

So, Liam Henderson was
his head bodyguard.

Not very effective.

Not on that night.

So we are pulling this case because of

- Liam's connection to Dotson.
- Mm-hmm.

What do we know so far?

Well, we know that
Daniel Aguilar killed Dotson,

acting as a vigilante.

- And then committed suicide by cop.
- Right.

Now, before we get ahead of ourselves

and investigate the angle
on Dotson, do we know

if there's a connection
between the robber

and the killer in the parking lot?

It doesn't appear so.

LAPD is looking into
the robber, Will Vernon,

but that looks like a dead end.

Apparently, he has a history
of methamphetamine abuse,

and he just ran away from his
treatment facility yesterday.

- Okay.
- Wait a second.

What?

The shooter never comes into
the store to check on Vernon.

And Vernon has stated that
he has absolutely

no connection to the shooter.

Which means they probably
weren't working together.

Yeah.

I'm guessing Hetty wants us to make sure

that we were right last year
about Aguilar working alone.

Yeah, that he didn't have a partner

that's now out and about
targeting Dotson's people.

Okay, I'll hit the crime scene. You just

- let me know when you...
- Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop.

You are not working this one alone.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Having the pleasure of your
company today, Miss Jones?

No, not me. I am a one-woman show here.

- Okay, so who am I partnering with?
- Well...

All right.

Have fun.

Ever use one of these?

Uh, no.

I bet you use Captains of Crush
to train your grip.

Yeah, I don't really like
to overtrain my grip.

I kind of feel like I
was blessed genetically

with unusually strong grip strength,

and I just don't want to push it.

If you just use squeezing devices,

you're only training half of your grip.

These... Are you familiar with
a man named Sam Hanna?

- No. Who's he?
- No? Oh,

Sam Hanna is probably the
only person on this planet

that would actually enjoy

discussing grip training
inefficiencies with you.

Looks like they ordered dinner.

Well, I guess we're in
this for the long haul.

Yep.

What? I don't want to try
your finger torture device.

I was just thinking that we
don't have anything in common.

Like, nothing.

I like The Chainsmokers,
and The Neighbourhood.

I live in a neighborhood.

I rock Heron Preston and Off-White.

I am white.

I'm serious.

We are so different, Callen.

How did we ever have a thing?

Look, I liked you, you liked me.

Sometimes it's better
not to overthink it.

I'm not overthinking it.

Just wondering how it happened.

G. Looks like Matt Sapolu just got home.

Israeli PD gave me
the go-ahead to pick him up.

You're good to go in and get him alone?

Yeah.

I heard from Nell the guy's last job

was at the Torrance Best Buy.

Ah. You think maybe he was
a fellow mathlete?

I mean, I don't know if that's something

you can just come out and ask somebody.

It might be, like, a secret handshake?

Shouldn't you be using
this time productively?

I don't know,
doing something like finding out

why Eliana ditched you
at that bar in Rome?

Ouch.

How did you even know...?

Hetty.

For the record, no woman
has ever ditched me in a bar.

So, Nell said that you had
some additional information

on Liam Henderson's murder?

Two months ago, an alert caught my eye.

One of Dotson's bodyguards,

Nick Alarcon,
was gunned down in a carjacking.

- May I?
- Of course. Yeah.

Password?

Um, uh, capital T-E-A-M,

number eight, N-A-R

U-T-O.

What the hell is "Team 8, Naruto"?

I have no idea.

I actually stopped asking Eric

about our passwords about five years ago.

My mom always said, if you don't
want to know the answer,

don't ask the question, so I
don't ask the question. Anyway.

Okay, I didn't think anything
of Alarcon's murder

till three weeks after.

Another one of Dotson's
bodyguards was killed.

Yeah. Eddie Pratt.

Dead outside a motel in Salt Lake City.

And now Liam.

Yeah. Someone's killing
everybody associated

with Dotson's security team

- the night he was killed.
- Is there anyone left alive?

One guy. Rick Takada.

Can't find him,
can't get a beat on him anywhere.

I'm getting nothing but dead ends.

Also, another thing,
Dotson had a rival arms dealer

who was initially
suspected in his murder,

a guy named Colby Talbert.

- We're looking for him, too.
- I can tell you one thing,

ain't gonna be easy to find him.

Hey, uh, Lance, Kens.

I just located Dotson's
girlfriend, Karen St. Pierre.

She's currently renting
a house in Beverly Hills

and I sent the address to the Audi's GPS.

- Good work.
- Let's do it.

Karen.

Hey, Kensi.

- Hi. Good to see you.
- Hey.

This is DOJ Agent Lance Hamilton.

Ms. St. Pierre,
we'd like to ask you a few questions

about Rick's bodyguards
the night of his murder.

- Yeah, I expect you would.
- Were you in L.A. this past year?

Uh, on and off.

I-I rode a downward spiral
after Rick's death.

We were together for five years.

I went to Tokyo for a while,

found out that copious amounts of alcohol

don't mix well with grief.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Rick was a very kind and generous man.

When I found out
about Nick and Eddie's murders,

I-I... It freaked me out a bit,
so I upped my security

and I hired this well-oiled team.

So you think there's someone out there

- killing Rick's people?
- Yeah.

I don't believe in coincidences.

Do you think whoever killed Nick
and Eddie is in L.A.?

Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you this,

but Liam Henderson was
killed early this morning.

Today? I-In L.A.?

Yes.

I... I can't...

I-I c... I can't just sit here
and wait to be hunted down.

Do another sweep, right now!

I know that he took
Rick's murder the hardest.

He took Rick's protection so seriously.

Do you have any idea who could
be targeting Rick's bodyguards?

Let me be very clear with you,
Agent Hamilton.

If I knew who was killing Rick's people,

I'd send these guys after them,

because I know, whoever it is,

eventually, they're going to get to me.

What about the arms dealer,
Colby Talbert?

What about him?

I told you last year he and Rick

settled their differences.
That's finished.

No, I know what you told us.

But recent Intel is showing
that Colby was moving in

on Rick's territories
in Thailand, Hong Kong,

other places, after Rick's death.

Now, he didn't succeed,

but he did lose a lot of men trying.

Well, yeah, I had no idea
that Colby tried to do that.

It makes sense, I guess.

Well, if you think Colby
could be behind this,

and you want to speak to him,

I-I think he just got back to the States.

Uh...

Jackson Hole, I believe.

That's great.

- Thank you very much.
- Yeah.

Karen, if you think of anything
else, please don't hesitate

- to call.
- I will.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Thank you, Kensi.

Thanks. Be well.

G, I got him.

Easy as you thought it would be?

Sure.

Sneak up from behind me, you bitch.

Once I get my hands free,

it's a wrap, you done.

What's-what's that? What-what did he say?

- Nothing. The TV's on.
- Ah.

Well, find out what he knows
about Uriah Ladd.

Eliana and I can't go
into that house blind.

Copy that.

I hope you got backup rolling.

You don't want to be
in here alone with me.

Hmm.

We're gonna have to reset expectations

on how this is gonna play out.

I'm alone.

I'm gonna take these cuffs off.

Okay?

If you can take me out, you're home free.

I checked the CCTV cameras
on the street behind the house.

No sign of anyone leaving

or anyone new showing up.

So, where did you go that night in Rome?

That-that was a long time ago.

And we're different people
than we were...

I get it if you didn't think
we should be together.

- Is that what you think?
- Well, you went to the restroom

and then you never came back,

so I don't know
what I was supposed to think.

My cutout contacted me
in that restaurant.

My cover was burned but yours wasn't.

I did what we do, I walked away.

So, it was, it was just business.

Which part? The being
with you or the walking away?

Uh, maybe the part where you said, uh,

you might have feelings for me.

I believe I said I loved you.

Why do you think I walked away?

Hey, Sam.

You good? I haven't heard anything.

We, uh, tried to text you.

Yeah. Just had to set
a few ground rules over here.

Oh, yeah. That must be tough

dealing with a seasoned
Geek Squad professional.

Eliana still there

or did she leave you again?

That's funny.

All right, buddy.

- Good talk.
- Sounds good.

DOJ Intel just confirmed

Colby Talbert's location in Jackson Hole.

We could get up there.
I've got the jet in Santa Monica.

I just don't understand
what Colby's motive is

to take out Dotson's people.

Unless they were more than that.

What are you thinking?

What if Dotson's bodyguards took
over his illegal arms operation

after he was murdered?

And then they would be the ones
causing problems for Talbert.

Exactly.

What's up, Nell?

I just got a hit on Kaleidoscope.

Dotson's last bodyguard, Rick Takada,

just checked into a hotel downtown.

Address is on the Audi's GPS.

- Thanks, Nell.
- On it.

It was the right decision.

Your cover stayed sound for
another 18 months after I left.

You don't have to explain it.

You did what was right.

Okay? I didn't understand it
then but I-I get it now.

After you took down Russo and his men,

I thought about reaching out,

but I heard you were back in L.A...

L.A. is on the other side
of the globe. I get it.

I was in Baja, California then.

Okay.

I didn't think we were the type of people

who could "just be friends,"
and I knew that neither of us

would ever quit doing what we do.

Does that make any sense?

Yeah. Yeah.

Perfect sense.

Got movement.

That's Uriah Ladd.

I count four men, two women.

That's everyone that's entered the house.

Those bags are way too small for
the amount of drugs Ladd has.

Could be weapons.

Well, if the drugs are inside,

he probably would have
someone guarding them.

Unless they're in a vault of some kind.

Or he could be leaving now
to go to his stash place.

We check out the house here
or we follow Ladd.

What's your gut say?

That this is a joint
Israeli PD/Mossad operation

that I am just assisting on.

It's your call.

We stay on Uriah Ladd.

I'll drive.

Here. Drink this.

You want to eat something?

You're welcome.

Think I'm gonna thank you
for a soggy sandwich?

It's barely edible.

- Easy. I made those.
- I'd be at home

on my couch watching TV
with plenty of my own food

had you not come barging in.

I ain't thanking you.

So you're gonna play victim?

You wouldn't be here
if you weren't running blow

with Uriah Ladd.

Who says I'm doing that?

A little lady that knows all.

How'd you get in the game
out here in Tel Aviv anyway?

Got another sandwich?

I thought you said they were soggy.

They are. They suck, but I'm hungry.

Hey, Kens?

What's up, Nell?

Rick Takada just took
a large canvas bag from his car

and brought it back up to his room.

If I had to take a wild guess, I'd say

it's filled with rifles and handguns.

- All right. Copy that.
- This Takada guy's scared.

All his buddies have been
taken out one by one.

He's the last man standing.

He's gonna be dangerous.

I've alerted LAPD of the situation

and put the REACT team on standby.

- Moving.
- On you.

Crossing.

Hi.

- What's going on?
- We're police officers.

I need you to listen very carefully.

Go back into your room, shut the door,

lie down in your bathtub,

and do not come out until
somebody comes for you.

Okay? Go ahead, sweetheart.
It's gonna be okay.

I got the door.

That was the fire escape. Moving.

Federal agents! Stop!

Ready? One, two, three.

Clear.

Looks like Takada put up
one hell of a fight.

So LAPD has no sign of
the shooter on the motorcycle,

and there are no gunshot victims
admitted to any hospitals

- in the area.
- Are you sure you tagged him?

Yeah, I'm sure I tagged him.

Upper body, probably his shoulder.

Well, he's gonna have
to patch himself up, then.

Yeah. Nell's got something.

- Hey, Nell, what's up?
- Hey, Kens.

I just tracked down
the shooter's motorcycle.

He just turned into
a parking lot in Koreatown.

It looks like it belongs
to a small drugstore

closed for renovation.

Address is on your GPS.

Great job. Thanks, Nell.

Yeah. Let's go.

Hey. Great job today.

- You're a brave little girl.
- Thanks.

Guess those bags were filled with guns.

Smart money says this is where
he keeps the drugs.

We get one shot at him.

We storm in and the drugs aren't there,

whole operation is a wash.

Sam needs to get Sapolu to talk.

He will.

That's what he does.

I'm just playing.

You make a mean sandwich, dude.

- Where's Uriah Ladd's stash pad?
- Hmm?

Where's he keep the drugs?

He had a place like that,

you better believe it'd be hard to find.

Hmm.

So your file says you're from the IBC.

- Does it now?
- Mm-hmm.

Guy your size, you had to
play ball at Poly.

Lockdown corner.

A few L.B.s ran up on me since then.

A lot of recruiting out of Poly.

You play at the next level?

One season at SC.

Blew out my ACL, never played again.

- Damn.
- It is what it is.

What about you? You play?

Sure did. Receiver.

Soft hands, tight routes.

And?

Eh, snapped my shin
first game of my senior year.

Football was taken from me
just like that.

Once I healed up, I set
my sights on the military,

and since I wasn't going to the league,

I wanted to make my mark on the teams.

What'd you do after
you got hurt? You graduate?

Nah...

I just got mad at the world.

Got kicked out of SC,
arrested a few times.

You asked me earlier what it is

that got me into the game in Tel Aviv.

That's it.

I know that story, man.

I'm sure you do.

Look, Sapolu.

This doesn't have to be your life.

It doesn't have to end in Tel Aviv.

You could go home.

I know I ain't walking away
from this free and clear, but...

But if you help me...

...I can help you.

You have my word on that.

I can help you.

Where does Ladd keep his drugs?

- Got the bike.
- Copy that.

Door's been compromised.

On my three.

One, two, three.

- Federal agents!
- We know you're in here.

We can get you medical help!

Nell, we need an ambulance.
It's not for Lance or myself.

Medical's on the way.

Who hired you to kill
Dotson's bodyguards?

Come on, buddy.

Do the right thing. Talk to us!

- We're losing him.
- The hell we are.

Come on, buddy.

Stop.

- He's gone.
- Damn it.

What is it?

You got something?

G, I found the location
of Ladd's drug stash.

Yeah, is it the warehouse
we just watched him enter?

It's a warehouse, but it's not that one.

It's, uh, it's one street over.

What?

There's an underground tunnel
that connects the warehouse

that you're sitting on
to the one with the drugs.

- Underground tunnel?
- Yeah.

And Ladd has the drugs
in an armored truck

ready for transport.

When we were at Karen St. Pierre's house,

I noticed that one of her bodyguards

was carrying the exact same
knife as that guy.

So what's up with that knife?

Well, the knife
is a Fairbairn-Sykes dagger.

It was developed during World War II.

- So it's rare, it's an antique?
- No.

It's timeless. It's the perfect design.

In fact, the British Royal Commandos

still use it.

So the shooter was an ex-Royal Commando?

She did say she hired a
well-oiled team to protect her.

What she actually did was hire a team

to go after all the bodyguards

that were on duty the night
her boyfriend was murdered.

Yeah, that's what it sounds like.

I mean, she blames the
bodyguards for Rick's murder.

When they say "ride or die"...

They mean Karen St. Pierre.

Let's get her.

This is the warehouse Ladd and his people

went into, and this is the one

Sapolu said houses the drugs.

All right, well, the tunnel
has to come right through here.

I've got a TAC team on call,
but if we can seize these drugs

- without a firefight...
- Well, hold on.

If we do that, Ladd could get away.

Keeping the drugs off Tel
Aviv streets is our priority.

It's not Ladd?

He has ties to people
we want out of the country.

If he's on the streets,
he may lead us to them.

Okay. Well, if that is
the case, the best bet

is to just access the warehouse, and try

and take back the armored
truck with the drugs.

And if Sapolu's telling the truth,

there shouldn't be too many guards there.

And if he's lying...

We're walking into a shooting gallery.

Hey, Kens,

I just found the audio of your interview

with Karen St. Pierre last year,

and I've isolated the clip
about Dotson's bodyguards.

Play it.

You're not going to find them.

Rick hired very specific people
to protect him.

Last night was a total failure
for them and they know it.

They don't want to be found.

Karen's behind this. I should've seen it.

Come on, you met a grieving
and scared girlfriend.

That's exactly my point.

She would've been stupid to stay in L.A.

after she heard about Liam's death.

She would've been on
the first flight out.

Unless she was the one
that had Liam killed.

Look, nobody could've predicted
that she was capable of this.

Guys, you are gonna
want to hear about this.

When I initially ran Karen St. Pierre,

her passport stated
that she had only traveled

to Tokyo this year, but
I just heard back from Canada.

She took the name
Karen St. Pierre in 2011.

Before that, she was Karen Williams

from rural Northern Quebec.

Let me guess,

Karen Williams traveled
through Thailand, Hong Kong

and Bulgaria in the past year
with a Canadian passport.

Bingo.

The same territories Colby Talbert

was trying to move in on
after Dotson's death.

She's capable

of so much more than just
killing Dotson's bodyguards.

You think Karen took over
Dotson's business

after he was murdered?

Maybe.

Or maybe

Karen is the real arms dealer.

What if she used Dotson as a front man

to protect herself,
to keep herself hidden.

If that's the case,
that was one hell of a plan.

Nell, we are seven
minutes out from Karen's place.

REACT team's still 20 minutes out.

Copy that.

Mossad! Drop your weapons.

Drugs are here. Let's go.

My Mossad team

will escort us to a secure location.

Federal agents.

We just want to talk to Karen St. Pierre.

Hey, Kensi, what's going on?

Step away from the vehicle,

walk towards me.

- H-Have you made a break in the case?
- I said step away from the SUV.

Listen, I'd love to help you,
but I can't right now.

I have a flight to catch.

Really?

After Liam was killed here,
it's safest for me to leave L.A.

We can't let you leave
until you speak with us.

Kensi, I'm really scared. I have to go.

You buying this?

Not so much. You?

Nah.

Listen, Kensi, I like you,

so I'm gonna make this offer once.

You and your partner
are gonna get into your vehicle

and drive away. No one gets hurt,

no one will ever know.

That's not happening, Karen.

You're not in a position to win.

We're not leaving without you.

Drop your weapons now.

Kensi, by now you've figured out who I am

and what I'm capable of.

You used Dotson as a decoy.

You were the arms dealer the entire time.

Decoy's a bit harsh.

We cared for each other.

But yeah, you're right,

I didn't want to be the face
of the organization,

but since most men
like to underestimate us, well,

it was a pretty damn easy ruse
to keep up.

Walk away.

Like I said, that's not happening.

Tell your men to put their weapons down.

Kensi.

Karen.

Light 'em up.

Going for the long guns.

Get down.

Take it.

Moving!

- Get Karen! I'll cover you!
- Moving.

Ah!

Nell, I need an ambulance for Lance.

Thanks.

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa.
All right, all right, all right.

We got Karen. She's secured.

Did you hug her again?

Sort of.

All right.

- Can you sit up? Let's go.
- Yeah.

I'll put in a word for you.
Tell them you helped.

I'll try to get you home.

Whatever you can do, man.

Hey, Sapolu, keep your head up.

You're the guy who got a ride to SC.

You can be that guy again.

I appreciate you, uso.

We worked well together, Callen.
Just like old times.

Yeah, it was fun.

Didn't think I'd ever see you again.

I didn't think you wanted to see me.

Mm-hmm.

I guess I was right.

I wanted to see you.

I just know that I'm not
what you're looking for.

I don't know what I'm looking for.

At this point in my life,

that's probably not a good thing.

Sounds like a personal problem.

Sam and I are leaving in an hour,

so...

I guess this is goodbye.

For now.

Oh, you're saying I'll see you again?

Still keep a place in Rosarito Beach.

- Oh, stop. Really?
- Mm-hmm.

No.

Okay, so wait.

Lance doesn't even need to stay
in the hospital overnight?

Uh, it's not so much that he
doesn't need to stay at the hospital...

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

...as much as he doesn't want to.

Okay, so this guy gets stabbed

and then insists on buying us dinner?

Pretty much, yeah.

Wow. I think I like this Lance.

Yeah, he's a good dude.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.

Whoa, Lance.

Geez, are you okay?

Sometimes you got to get your ass kicked

to know you still got
some fight left in you.

All right.

All right, so enough with the mystery.

What's on the menu?

Okay. May I present to you
the best sushi in L.A.

Wow.

At least that's what the
app on the phone says.

- Wow. Okay.
- Dig in.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Thank you, yeah.

- Any time.
- Mmm.

Well, I assumed you ladies
thought I was gonna be bringing

tacos or pizza to the party,

so I figured I'd give you a surprise.

Well, consider us
surprised and impressed.

Mm-hmm.

- I wish DEEKS was here. He loves sushi.
- Aw.

I would never spend this much
money on sushi for DEEKS.

I'd opt for gas station sushi.

He'd never know the difference.

He probably wouldn't.

Aw, poor DEEKS.

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, this is so good.