All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S08 E20 Eng Sub

You know, we still got snow
on the ground in Toledo.

Fancy. What do you call that one?

Sand, ocean and sun
topped with fire.

- Excuse me, can I borrow a match?
- Yeah, I think I have a lighter.

Even better.

- Can I have my phone back?
- One minute.

- You said that ten minutes ago.
- Good morning.

- Morning.
- Bring me a cappuccino?

I sent you a text
to see if you wanted in.

Really?

Yeah, no, I got that text.
I just couldn't answer back

because I was in the middle
of this massive download.

Hootie & the Blowfish or Kenny G?

No, it's not music.
It's actually science.

It's actually nonsense.

What,
like a relationship-compatibility test?

- Yes, we'd fail that today.
- Oh, done. Good.

Ready to rock 'n' roll.
There you are, princess.

Gentlemen, ponder this question:

Who speaks more words in a day?
Is it a woman or a man?

Well, it depends on the woman.

- Depends on the man.
- Agreed.

If it's G, less than 500 a day.
If it's Deeks, over a million.

Okay. Actually,
there was a book in 2006

called The Female Brain,
written by a woman,

that stated that a man
speaks 7,000 words in a day,

where a woman speaks over 20,000.

That's almost three times as many.

- And we care about this because...?
- You don't. You absolutely don't,

because it is a stupid,
sexist stereotype

that needs to be debunked.

Which is why we're settling it
once and for all

with the help
of our word-counting app.

Lowest score wins.

- Smart money's on Kensi.
- What? No. Do not... No, no.

Do not confuse me
with my undercover personae.

You know, the manic homeless guy,
the charming yet chatty concierge...

- The annoying special agent.
- Touché.

That is a touché.
All right, let the games begin.

- Hit it.
- Go.

What is...?

Briefcase?

Cut that in half. Case.

On.

Case on deck.

1, too, pride myself
on being a man of few words.

- That's 11 words, Eric.
- Three would've done the trick.

This is last night at The Oriana.

Did we catch the shooter?

Crowded club.
They must have escaped in the chaos.

- Who's the victim?
- A tourist from Ohio.

We think the real target
was bartender Victor Larmont,

who escaped unharmed.

And what's his connection
to the Navy?

His estranged wife, Rebecca,

works in the Computer Graphics
Department at NXRD.

Defense contractor.
They design nuclear attack subs.

So why go after the husband?

Two days ago, Victor texted a tip
to the NCIS crime-reporting system.

He claims he has evidence
his wife is selling Navy secrets

to a foreign government.

So just to clarify,
the husband ratted out the wife.

Oh. Yeah, looks like somebody
didn't want him talking.

Okay. Kensi, Deeks,
why don't you start at...?

- The nightclub?
- Rebecca's office.

She may relate more
to a female special agent.

Makes sense, since women
have much more to talk about,

like their shoes
and their favorite nail salons,

latest haircuts, eyebrow shaping,
spinning class...

You're losing.

- He's losing.
- In more ways than one.

You taking side bets, Deeks?

Okay, just like that.
And now try a simple turn.

No, wrong. Completely wrong.

The audition is over, adios. Next.

- He takes his mambo seriously.
- Yeah.

- Good morning.
- Morning, detective.

- Morning.
- Your guy's at the side bar.

- Shots came from the upper balcony.
- Any security footage up there?

The shooter
was conveniently off camera,

disappeared into the crowd.

- You shutting them down?
- We're trying not to,

for the sake of their business.

They haven't had trouble
here before.

- Let me know if you need me.
- Thank you.

Victor Larmont.
Special Agent Callen, NCIS.

- Special Agent Hanna.
- Did you get my text?

That's why we're here.

You didn't think
about taking any time off?

Yeah. But I can't afford to.

- You're concerned about your wife.
- Ex-wife, almost.

Last week, at 1 a.m.,
I got a text meant for someone else.

"Meet me north stairwell."

- You see what I'm talking about?
- Not exactly.

Well, come on, working late hours
on classified material?

That can be a telltale sign
of espionage.

- That's all you got?
- No.

She just bought a new Porsche.

Something that she could never afford
on her own.

Unless she was selling
military secrets.

Phones stay outside the workplace,
but hold on to your weapons.

All right. Thank you. This?

How long have you worked
with Rebecca?

Long time. She started in '09.

- Suspicious behavior?
- From Rebecca? Absolutely none.

Change in her regular
working hours?

We have flexible scheduling.

She's not a morning person.

Comes in at noon,
usually works till midnight.

- Her files?
- What about them?

- Any unauthorized use?
- Security is ironclad.

She can't copy, print,
photograph or download anything

without leaving a trail.

Gail Walker to Human Resources.

- Excuse me.
- Thank you very much.

Rebecca Larmont?
Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.

- Deeks.
- Is this about my polygraph test?

- Because I just took it last month.
- No, it's not.

How are things going
between you and your husband?

Not great.

We've been separated
for about two years,

and the divorce proceedings
are moving very slowly.

Your husband notified us
because he was concerned

you were mishandling
classified information.

Oh, God.

He's such an idiot.

He doesn't get what he wants,
so now he has to take it out on me.

He's very mature.

I make about four times
what he does.

At the spousal-support hearing
last month,

he didn't get the monthly payments
that he was hoping for.

This is his revenge,

making up crazy accusations
just to annoy me.

He had one more concern.

Apparently you texted him accidentally
at 1:00 in the morning.

Who were you actually meeting?

That was meant for a colleague
of mine who also works late.

We walk to the garage together
for safety.

This is why he called you in?

Well, that and the fact that someone
tried to, uh, kill him last night.

Tried to kill him? Who did? Why?

What has he gotten himself
into now?

Security breach
protocol. Close all classified files.

What was that?

Somebody made it through security
without a full screening.

- It happens every now and then.
- Rebecca Larmont?

Rebecca Larmont?

- Did you order a pizza?
- No.

Stop where you are.

- Not until I make my delivery.
- Stop there.

Rebecca Larmont,
you've been served.

Seriously?

This is Victor, my soon-to-be ex.
Do you see what I'm dealing with?

And who is trying to kill you?

Good tackle.

If this word count is gonna be accurate,
you have to talk like you normally do.

- Say yes.
- Yes.

And enough
with the one-word answers.

I am so winning this.

Guys, this is ridiculous.
What are you thinking?

Well, we're thinking
you're a pretty lucky guy there, Victor.

Yeah, if we hadn't stepped in,
you would have ended up in jail.

I was serving papers.

You know there are professionals
who do that, right?

Who I cannot afford.

I have to subpoena her car loan,

her credit-card statements
and her bank accounts

to get a better alimony settlement.

You can't serve your own papers.
It's not legally binding.

- You sure about that?
- Oh, I would trust him.

Surprisingly, he actually graduated
from law school.

- Really?
- Yeah. You need a better lawyer.

- I'm representing myself.
- Like I said, you need a better lawyer.

I burned through all of my savings
with an attorney.

It got me as far as a court hearing
where I was offered 3 grand a month.

Three grand a month? That's a lot.

Twenty-four hundred a month
after taxes.

She's lying about her income.

She doesn't care. She's heartless.

Why does she have to treat me
like dirt?

- How long were you guys married?
- Ten years.

We got engaged when I was captain
of the college baseball team.

They say opposites attract.

I was head over heels.

And then we got married
when I was picked second round

by Major League Baseball.

Second rou...
Wow, that's impressive.

Seven years later,
I was cut from the minors.

Never did sign that $100 million
contract she was expecting.

She says she needs a guy
with more intellect and drive,

but it's all about money.

She's dating investment bankers.

And if that's not working out,

I think she'd sell government secrets
to pump up her bank account.

Can you give us...?

I think it's time to take a closer look
at the wife.

Breaking news, guys.

Victor's nightclub is a hangout
for Cuban expatriates living in L.A.

Last time I checked,
Cubans aren't spying for Russia.

No, not since 2001 when Moscow
closed the Lourdes listening post

that was costing them
almost 200 million a year.

- This is breaking news?
- Wait for it.

Rebecca's new Porsche
was subsidized

by a family doctor,
Alonzo Raul, from Cuba.

He wrote a rather generous check
for the down payment.

- How generous?
- Forty-thousand-dollars generous.

Money for nuclear submarine plans?

Yeah, at a bargain price.
Thanks, guys.

You're very welcome.

- Is that him?
- Yeah.

Alonzo Raul?

- Yes?
- Special Agent Callen.

Special Agent Sam Hanna.

- NCIS.
- Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

We're investigating
Rebecca Larmont.

- Is she okay?
- Oh, yeah, she's fine.

- How well do you know her?
- Extremely well. Um...

That's mi novia. That's my girlfriend.

Yeah, you recently
purchased her a car.

It's a pretty big gift.

She's more than a girlfriend.
Here. There it is.

- Engaged?
- Not yet, but very soon.

- How long you two been dating?
- Along time. Over a year.

I'm waiting for the divorce to be final
before I pop the question.

But I knew right away.

Two or three months in,
I knew she was the one.

Where'd you guys meet?

In the Ballona salt marsh,
with the Audubon Society.

We're both lovers of ornithology
since we were kids.

- You grew up in Cuba?
- Yes.

- Do you get back often?
- Never. I can't.

I was trained as a physician
and sent to Venezuela.

In exchange for doctors,

Venezuela gives Cuba
100,000 barrels of oil daily.

That's a billion dollars of ail,
and I was making, heh, $50 a month.

So I got tired
of Fidel's empty promises,

and five years ago, I fled.

- Thanks for your time.
- Thank you.

Oh, one more thing.

You ever been to The Oriana?

- Eh, the nightclub?
- Yeah.

Yeah, they say it's popular
among Cuban expats.

Never been in there.
It's not my kind of place.

You know Rebecca's husband
works there?

I've never met him,
but I know he's desperate for money.

- Think he'll buy it?
- It's all about misdirection.

He'll never realize he's the suspect
if he thinks he's working for us.

Here we go.

- Victor? Hey.
- Hi.

- What are you guys doing here?
- Well, ahem...

You were right.

We linked Rebecca
to some spy work

being coordinated here at the club.

I knew it.

It's gonna be an undercover operation,
Victor.

Do you think you can pretend
you never met us?

Of course.

Okay. Kensi's gonna audition
as a dancer.

Bad idea. She'll never get it.

Perez only hires the very best.

Okay, well, in case you're right,
does he need bartenders?

Nope.

Only job opening
is men's-bathroom attendant.

All right.

You take some classes
and come back next year.

- Who's next?
- Me. Hi. I'm Kaitlin.

Perez. Any professional experience?

Um... My friends and I go dancing
every Friday and Saturday.

- They say I'm pretty good.
- Do us both a favor and go home.

My feet are tired,
and you're not what I'm looking for.

I would really love a chance,
Sefior Perez.

It's Sefior Bianco.
Perez is my first name.

Kind of like Pérez Prado.
King of the Mambo.

- Yeah. I was named after him.
- Hm.

It's sad.
People have forgotten his music.

Oh, no,
I've definitely not forgotten his music.

My mom would play the tapes
when I was young.

We'd dance around the kitchen.
It was really fun.

You can mambo?

I'm gonna give you one minute.

Cuban salsa. Follow my lead.

Five, six, seven and eight and...

Hey, you're not bad.

Show me what you've got.

Inside turn.

And cross-arm embrace.

- Just have a few questions.
- Okay.

Like when can you start?

How about right now?

All right.
Go down to the dressing room.

- Look for an ouffit.
- Awesome. Thank you.

- Let me call you back later.
- Excuse me, Perez?

Applicant
for the men's-room attendant.

We're looking for someone
fluent in Spanish.

No problemo, amigo.

Seriously. Most of our clientele
is Spanish-speaking only.

- Is that a ham radio?
- Indeed.

It's not exactly state-of-the-art.

Well, that's a Swan transceiver.

Very popular in the '60s,

when every agent
was a licensed operator

fluent in Morse code.

The good old days.

Oh, don't underestimate the power
of shortwave radio, Mr. Callen.

Hetty, those frequencies are public.

You put a message out there,
anyone can hear it.

But maybe not understand it.

Okay. Is that a numbers station?

It's a recording
from 1972 of coded messages

being transmitted
from Havana to spies in Miami.

And each number
represents a letter.

If you crack the code,
you decipher the message.

- Why would anyone still use these?
- Think about it.

There's thousands of frequencies.
They can't all be monitored.

There's no digital record
like phone, text and e-mail.

We're normalizing relations with Cuba.

Just because we found a radio
doesn't mean they're spying.

The KGB trained thousands
of Cuban spies

before the fall of the U.S.S.R.

Now, as free agents,
they're able to gather intelligence

and sell it
to the world's highest bidder.

Nuclear submarine plans.
That's a big-ticket item.

We need to monitor every broadcast
that comes from that club.

Yeah, and that Cuban doctor.

Make sure he didn't get too chatty
with that girlfriend of his.

Rebecca.

- Special Agent Callen.
- Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS.

- What happened to the other two?
- Oh, they got reassigned.

Is that a woodpecker?

Red-breasted sapsucker,
Sphyrapicus rubus.

It's what I do to clear my brain

after staring at a computer screen
like a zombie.

- Cool.
- We just have a few more questions.

I understand
you passed your polygraph last month.

Specifically, uh,
you answered "no" on the question.

"Have you had
any unauthorized foreign contact?”

Your boyfriend's from Cuba.

Alonzo became a U.S. citizen
four years ago,

so the correct answer is no, right?

- Is he familiar with your work?
- He knows what I do.

Has he taken any sort
of special interest,

asked you any details?

Of course not,
and I wouldn't tell him if he did.

Nor would I be with him.

How about accessing
your computer?

Look, if you want to know
about suspicious activity,

take a look at my crazy ex, Victor.

Even though I've tried
to change my passwords,

there was a time
when he knew them all.

Has he logged on to anything?

I couldn't get into a movie last week
because he closed my AMC account.

Well, if there's
any other suspicious activity,

just let us know.

- Of course.
- Thanks for your help.

Thank you.

Yeah. She seems legit.

Spotlight switches back to Victor.

If he can access her classified files,
he could make a fortune.

Put the blame back on her.

Yeah, but then,
why'd someone try to kill him?

Maybe he staged it.

You know,
had someone shoot and miss

so that he looks like a victim
and not a suspect.

It's an interesting theory.

Kensi and Deeks can check it out.

Go. Uh!

One, two, three, four and five.

Five and six, seven, eight,

and one, two, three, four, five,
back, five.

And now for the ending.
I go under your leg

and come around your waist.

- That's quite the workout.
- Yeah. Needs to be tighter, okay?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Uh, let's try this.

Go back.

And around...

There you go. Yes.

- What are you doing?
- I'm sorry. I just did this Costco run.

Did you guys know that they have
a ten-gallon jar of pickles?

A big old jar
with a bunch of pickles in it.

- I'm Marty from the men's room.
- Kaitlin, new dancer.

So I saw you guys
doing the wicked moves out here.

Is that the lambada?
You guys gonna rehearse?

Okay, I'm gonna go.

Got a wheel that's here that's bad.

- Wait, what?
- Your cart's got a bad wheel.

Fine. No more interruptions.

- I was thinking I could replace it...
- Thank you. Thank you.

At Costco.
I got a membership rewards card and...

- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah, no, I can callate.

This is me callate-ing.

You guys continue
your little forbidden dance of passion.

All right, Victor.
What do you have in here?

Couple of books.

Soul Mate Search After 40,

Begin Again: Surviving Divorce

and
Duct Tape for the Broken Spirit.

Looks like Victor is the owner
of a lonely

hard drive.

Hey, I see you. What are you doing?

Yeah, definitely gonna
have to take you for a spin,

see what you're working with.

What about our sweet friend
Perez, huh? Rico Suave?

You got yours locked,

which means you're definitely
hiding something.

We're rocking a little Vanilla Vanquish.
Super classy.

Thought you'd be more
of a Drakkar Noir.

Copious amount of condoms.
Not gonna need those.

What size? Petite.

What?

Oh, sweet, sweet Perez.

And anonymous. But heavily used.

That's an interesting combination.

Pad of paper.

Sometimes you gotta ask yourself,
"WWCD? What would Columbo do?"

Oh, ho.

Winner, winner, TV dinner.

Alonzo.

Hey, I'm late for a meeting. I...

That's okay.
We just wanted to ask you about this.

What about it?

You met with Perez Bianco
outside The Oriana.

You told us this morning
you'd never been there.

I said I'd never been
inside the place, huh?

Which is true. I haven't.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- What were you giving Perez?
- Hey, I'm his physician.

That would be
doctor-patient confidentiality.

That's no problem. We'll get a court
order to access his medical records.

Yeah, in the meanwhile,
we'll hang with you all day long,

everywhere you go.

Okay, listen.

Perez is a dancer.
He has a bad disc in his back.

He needed some medication
to get through the show.

- I brought it to him.
- Brought it to him?

- I wish my doctor made house calls.
- Me too.

Well, some of us still do.

All right? But really,
I have to get to the nursing home.

What's with the car?
Why the beater?

- You bought Rebecca a Porsche.
- I work in the inner city, eh?

So fancy cars, they get stolen,
they get broken into.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Really?

My bad. I got a napkin.
I got a napkin.

Come here.

All right, look, it could be worse.
You could be wearing khakis.

Sure.

- You're good as new.
- Okay, great. Okay.

Have a great day, guys.

- Alrighty.
- Take care.

Hetty is very excited.

She's pretty sure it's a one-time pad
used to translate number stations.

Yeah, we can test it
on the next broadcast from the club.

Cool, cool, cool. Listen, do you guys
have access to Kensi's phone?

I'm sorry, is that a real question?

I just need to know
how many words she's spoken today.

- Yeah, no problem.
- What?

No, that's totally cheating.

All right, listen, you little meerkats,
I've spoken 5,962...

Three, four... Damn it. Five.

Just tell me
if it's higher or lower than that.

- Sorry, buddy, no can do.
- Are we done here, Deeks?

We're not done here yet.
I got a hard drive I need you to...

- Hey, Marty, how's it going?
- Good, good. Everything's good. You?

- Feels like a James Bond movie.
- Easy.

Oh, right. Sorry. Little advice?

If you ever wanna see a paycheck,
fill out your W-4 ASAP

- and give it to the guy that...
- Victor! Oh, Victor!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I'm starting to think
that someone doesn't like you.

So the Dumpster IED
was gunpowder in a water bottle.

Not at all sophisticated. Or lethal.

And there's no suspicious
activity on the alley security cameras.

What about Victor's hard drive?

- Well, there are three folders inside.
- Mm-hm. Recipes. Hundreds.

Sidebar: The wild porcini ragout
looks pretty amazing.

Next, canine profiles and invoices.

Yes, he works
as a part-time dog walker.

I could almost like this guy.

I know. And lastly, his journal.

- And what's in there?
- Just pain. Heartache.

Don't read it
unless you need a good cry.

Well, the good news is you might
not need any more protection.

They tried to kill me. Twice.

The path of the bullet
last night was way over your shoulder

and the bomb was made
for cuts and bruises.

In fact, if I was a cynic, I might argue
you set this whole thing up yourself.

That's crazy.

Mm. Not if you're trying
to paint yourself

as the victim to cover up the truth.

- I'm not the bad guy.
- All right, so who is?

- It's Perez.
- Perez the dancer?

He owns the club.

I borrowed 10,000 from him
for my legal fees.

Thought I'd have spousal support
by now, but it's dragging on.

I'm four months late with payback.

So you're saying this Perez
is making death threats over $10,000?

Well, now it's 40,000.

- There's 10 percent a week in interest.
- So he's a loan shark.

With some money laundering
and extortion on the side.

You want him off your back?

And you're willing to wear a wire?

- I guess.
- I mean, it's risky if it's discovered.

- Fine. I'm better off dead.
- Come on, really?

I can't make ends meet,
I owe money to criminals,

and I don't think
I'll ever find love again.

The ladies, they want a rich guy,
not some bartender who works for tips.

Don't do that. Don't say that.
Listen, you're a hardworking guy.

You know what I mean?
I hear that you're an amazing cook.

You love dogs, you write...

It's like you are what they call
a catch, my friend.

- I'm not cool like you.
- Come on.

You're a secret agent.
You're good at everything.

I'm not good at everything, trust me.

- Name one thing you're not good at.
- Okay, fine.

Uh, I am...
I am a remarkably terrible dancer.

What?

I can't change my life overnight,
but you...

You can learn to dance in a day.

The one-time pad
changes every day.

So you add the numerical value
of the letter you wanna send

to the value of each letter
in the code.

For instance,
if you wanna say "hello":

H is eight,
the eighth letter of the alphabet,

E is five, and so on.

Then you add the numerical value
of each sequential letter on the pad.

E plus X, 29.

If the letters are random,
it's impossible to crack the code.

- Exactly.
- And we're sure this is today's code?

An hour ago, we tried this
on a broadcast from the club.

According to Deeks' one-time pad,
that translates as "Ten P loc T-F."

"Ten p.m. Location to follow."

- That's two hours from now.
- Get thee to the armory.

- Thanks, Eric.
- What's the plan?

Well, the club doesn't open
for another hour,

so we are just gonna hang out here.

- You want a salsa lesson?
- Uh, no, no.

- I'm quite all right, thank you.
- It's free. And I'm very good.

I imagine you're fantastic,
but I'm good, thank you.

We do have an hour to kill.

We do. We do have an hour to...

Yeah, no, fine, let's do it.

Oh, my God.

Okay, I'm the girl, you're the guy.
Put your hands like this.

What, put them on your hips?
Just put them on there?

- All right.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- Move your hips with my hips.

- Okay.
- Go right, go left.

- Yup.
- Go right, go left.

This is ridiculous.

- No, loosen up. Move with me.
- I'm trying.

- That's it. You got it.
- Do I have it?

- Go right, go left.
- This feels...

- Go right, go left. Go, right.
- Awkwardly intimate.

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.

Oh, wow. Thank you.

The dress is lovely.

Yeah. I thought that this one
would be the best, for sure.

Yeah.

It's perfect on the shoulders.
I love the open back.

The straps are a little uneven,
though.

Yeah.

- Left foot together.
- Yeah.

- Back, right foot back.
- Yup.

Left foot forward.

- Right foot back.
- There it is.

- Loosen the grip.
- I'm trying.

- How you feeling?
- I'm feeling like David Hasselhoff

on Dancing with the Stars.

- You're killing it.
- Am I?

- Next you're gonna spin me.
- I'm gonna spin you.

Back to you.

There are some new high kicks,
but nothing the dress can't handle.

Good. Okay.

I think I need to get ready.

When we dance,

I feel chemistry.

Oh, we're definitely in sync.

If we lock the door?

Oh, well,
I think that'd be a terrible idea.

I just did my hair and my makeup,

- and I want everything to be perfect.
- Yeah.

I'll be right here
after the performance.

Maple B-T-W seven, eight.

Maple Street
between Seventh and Eighth.

- There is an alley.
- That's the Flower District.

- It's pretty deserted at night.
- Good place to pass off intel.

Or Cuban cigars.

Kensi and Deeks meeting us
down there?

Uh, no. Hetty wants eyes
on Perez at the club. Oh!

Got new security video.

She passes through security
every day.

They check her baggage
for storage devices.

What about that digital camera
we saw her with?

No, she leaves it in her car.
She'd never be allowed in with it.

But her sketches just waltz through.

Fast forward it to the next day.

And the day after.

Freeze that.

It's a different bird drawing
every day.

Can you zoom in
on that woodpecker?

I believe that's a sapsucker.

- Can you remove the colors?
- Piece of cake.

- Take out the red.
- Mm-hm.

Take out the green. The blue.

Connect the dots.

- Hidden in the wings of a bird.
- She works till midnight. Let's go.

She said she had a fever.

- And what time did she leave?
- An hour ago, maybe two.

Right here.

- What was on the wall?
- Her bird drawings.

Thanks for your help.

Thank you.

Every one of those
had a different schematic.

She could've transferred her plans
for the sub.

Within an hour,
they could be in enemy hands.

Anteater?

Tapir?

It's actually something
a little more rare with a long nose.

- Mr. Snuffleupagus?
- It's a Cuban solenodon.

No such thing.

From 1890 to 1970,
they hadn't seen any.

They were declared extinct.

Then, about four years later,
they found three in the wild.

It's an amazing story.

Are you familiar
with the expression "get a life"?

I watch nature shows with Kamran,
all right?

That's one of the benefits
of having kids.

- Two Asian males.
- Probably the buyers.

But who's selling?

- We're tracking Alonzo's car.
- He's about a block away.

So the good doctor is moonlighting.

That whole engagement-ring thing
was a big show.

Well, let's not jump to conclusions.
Maybe they are really in love.

Gonna run off,
live happily ever after.

Yeah, okay.

We're good. Go.

- All clear.
- He's got one guy for protection.

With some serious firepower.

- It looks like Rebecca's portfolio.
- They say art's a good investment.

Hey.

Zanya told me
she saw you in the storeroom.

Federal agents.

Come out, Alonzo.

Put your hands over your head.

What a waste.

- We gotta flank him.
- Not enough cover.

Look up.

It's worth a try.

Uhn!

There's gotta be $4 million here.

There's gotta be hundreds
of these bird drawings.

Cover me.

Guess she wasn't the one.

- Deeks, he's got a knife.
- On my way.

I know exactly who you are.

- No shot.
- No problem.

Nice work, partner.

I guess I should, uh, just go back
to my tip jar.

And just for me, you should probably
hang on to that red dress.

- It's just a flesh wound, Perez.
- Painful. Mm!

- Looks like we missed a big show.
- Oh, it was epic.

Now available streaming
on your local security hard drive.

Maybe we could pop some popcorn,
make it a movie night.

Or we can stop talking about it.

What I wanna know is
how Alonzo got to Rebecca.

Turns out he went to medical school
in Moscow.

And probably received
additional training

from a certain three-letter agency.

So he's a doctor and a spy.
That's a good cover.

Yeah, after 2001,
he became a free agent.

- Used his skills for personal gain.
- And she took the bait.

Wow, he played her
like a cheap fiddle.

- You mean like a fiddle.
- What?

You play someone like a fiddle.

You're all over someone
like a cheap suit.

No, you're all over somebody
like white on rice,

like mud on a pig,
like mustard on a hot dog.

- Exactly.
- Yeah, what happened to the...?

That word count thing
you were doing?

The game's over
when the case is closed.

A-ha!

Fourteen thousand
nine hundred and sixty. What?

That is more than double
the average male,

thank you very much.

- And my number is...
- Yeah, what do you got?

- Wait. Uh... Um...
- Something wrong?

It's not a number.
It's seven two-digit numbers.

Maybe you got hacked
by the Russians.

This is crazy. Maybe you should try
that one-time pad thing.

Sam was a mathlete.
He can do it in his head.

All right, go ahead.

- Mathlete. Mathlete.
- Let's see what you got.

W-I-L-L

Y-O-U.

- Will you.
- Will you.

Will you...? Will you what?

Will you dance with me?

Oh, honey, no.

I've had enough for today,
but thank you.

- All right, come on, baby, seriously.
- I really don't feel like... You...

- That's our cue to leave.
- Yeah, I think so.

- Good night, folks.
- See you guys.

- Last time, you broke my metatarsal.
- Come on, baby, dance with me.

Don't laugh at me.
I need to concentrate.

- It's very hard not to laugh at you.
- Five, six, seven.

Oh, he's got rhythm.

By the way, the word-challenge thing,
you definitely won that.

Not surprising.

- Wanna go best of three?
- If you wanna keep losing.

What happened to my app?

A little help from the meerkats
in Ops.

Yeah, see,
they were supposed to remain neutral.

You kidding? A couple gift cards
from Dave & Buster's,

they snap like peanut brittle.

- What are you do...? Oh!
- Spin.

Where did you learn that?

Oh, you know,
I took a couple of lessons

- from our boy Victor.
- Sorry, Victor?

Yeah, I know it sounds awkward, but
it's totally worth it for the big finish.

Okay, but... Oh!

Charley horse. Charley horse!

Deeks!