NCIS: Hawai'i (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Game - full transcript

♪ Oh, the neons are a-gleamin' ♪

♪ And the gamblers
are a-dreamin' ♪

♪ Oh, it's night life ♪

♪ Yeah, night life ♪

♪ The chips are a-spillin'
and it's time... ♪

Raise.

♪ Oh, it's night life ♪

♪ Yeah, night life ♪

♪ Oh, the pockets are
a-burnin', and the money... ♪

Reraise.

♪ The dice roll a-turnin'
and you hit snake eyes ♪



♪ You can't be a quitter ♪

♪ When you're caught up
in the glitter... ♪

All in, y'all.

Whoa.

♪ There're long-legged women
who could take you... ♪

Take it.

Ooh!

You are having quite the run.

Lucky night, I guess.

♪ Out to spend your money,
yes, it's night life... ♪

I'm gonna sit
this next one out and...

find the ladies'.

♪ Come on, make your play ♪

♪ Though you may regret it
at the break of day ♪



♪ I said you can't be a quitter
when you're caught up... ♪

Come on, CHAD. Come on.

Yes.

♪ ♪

What?

Nothing.

I like this.

The coffee?
It's fair trade.

Mm-mm. Not the coffee.

Though you really can taste
the transparency in the roast.

I like sitting here with you
and not talking.

Mm.

Just being comfortable

in the silence,

watching you read.

Your staring is...
it's a little creepy.

Hey.

I'm happy, too.

It's great to feel
like I can just be.

I've never had that.

I've always felt the need
to make conversation.

Oh, yeah, totally.

Yeah, like even now,
I'm not remotely annoyed

you're not paying attention.

I know how important
your job is. I get it.

And I've grown to love...

like...

"Distracted Whistler."

Alexa, how long will it take
to get to Pearl Harbor?

Based on
current traffic, it will take

about 35 minutes
to get to Pearl Harbor.

I have to go.

Oh, well, here,
I'll get you a to-go mug.

And, uh, I will be sure
to return it soon.

Like, uh,
maybe tonight soon?

Alexa,

is the Hau Tree open
for dinner tonight?

Hau Tree will be open today
from 5:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.

Let's, uh, talk about it later.

Have a great day.

You, too.

Rowan. Miles.

Harper. Holden.

Kai. Dalia.

Dalia?

Good morning,
handsome.

When I said you can't text me
during the week

or after 4:00 p.m. on weekends,

that also applied
to in-person visits.

Relax, Malik.
I'm not here for you.

She's here for me.

Believe it or not, Ernie,
everything isn't about you.

Jury's still out
on that.

How can I help you,
Detective Reed?

Trey Santos.

The drug dealer?

He's more of a kingpin, really.

We spent six months working
with HPD on a joint task force

busting him,
but this isn't about me.

Trial's starting next week.

There isn't gonna be a trial.

Key evidence is gone.

The hard drives are missing?

Well, technically,
they're still there.

But wiped clean.

My God.

Everything linking
him to the operation.

Schedules, routes,
encrypted financials.

I knew NCIS
should have taken

those hard drives
instead of the 46 kilos

of untraceable cocaine we
found hidden on Navy property.

This is kind of about me.

D.A. is gonna drop charges.

Santos was released yesterday.

That's not good.

Gets worse.

I think I know
who's responsible.

And I need your help.

Detective Roy Burr.

15 years working narcotics
for HPD.

History
of questionable behavior.

Several Internal Affairs
investigations.

Any of those investigations
bring about a suspension?

No. But logs show Burr was
in the evidence locker

days before we learned
the hard drives were wiped.

That's not exactly
a smoking gun.

Up until a few years ago,
Santos was a small-time dealer

who side-hustled as a
confidential informant.

That's how he built his empire.

Every time he helped take down
other dealers,

he quietly took over
their territory.

Here's the kicker.

Burr was the cop
who turned Santos into a C.I.

Well, there's
your smoke.

If Burr turned a blind eye to
Santos's power grab back then...

He could easily be
on the take now.

Destroy evidence against him.

Why not go to your bosses?

She doesn't know
who she can trust.

Kai, see what Ernie
can find on Roy Burr.

Make sure he doesn't raise
any flags with HPD.

Smells good in here.

You light a candle
or something?

You ever hear about
midnight madness?

Flight Honolulu-to-Vegas,
Hawai'i's ninth island. Why?

Roy Burr goes at
least once a month.

Stays at the nicest suites
downtown.

Likes to live large.

Oh, and he's got the
debts to prove it.

Lot of people have debts
and aren't on the take.

Any links to Santos?

Nothing yet.

No big cash deposits

or offshore accounts.

If he's bringing money
into Las Vegas,

he's leaving it
at the tables.

Destroying evidence
seems like a big risk

to play slots
and get a comped buffet.

Well, never underestimate
the mind of a gambler.

Something's there.
Just haven't found it.

Or Dalia's wrong.

She would never come
on just a hunch.

She's very good at her job.

Is she, now?

All right,
we'll tail Burr old-school.

See what we can uncover.

It's cologne.

Dalia's here
and you put on cologne.

No, it's essential oils.

It relaxes me.

Okay.

Dry cleaner, car wash,

and now a
Chinese market.

This might be
the most boring

stakeout in
law enforcement history.

You want to hear about
a boring stakeout?

Nope, not really.

Back in D.C., dangerous fugitive
escapes state prison.

All hands on deck.

I get assigned his Aunt
Morrine's house in Anacostia.

Three full days I observe
her sit on her couch,

eating Lean Cuisines,

watching Home Shopping Network.

She didn't even buy anything.

Fugitive ever show up?

Nah.

They caught him on an Amtrak.

Sounds like Waiting for Godot.

Nah, his name
was Ronnie.

Hey, you want to see, uh,
Gracie's recital video?

It's 40 minutes,

but it moves.

You notice all these people

heading into
the market?

Yeah, a lot of people

going in.

And staying.

♪ ♪

Excuse me, uh...

This could be
interesting.

This has to be
a health code violation.

Over there.

- Put me in here.
- Put me in this game right here.

Come on, man,
I'm good for it.

No more credit, Roy.

When you got the dough,
then I'll let you play.

It's coming any minute.

Yeah, yeah. Right.

Yeah. I'm sure it is,
like the last time.

I see him.

Get down, get down!

Move, move!

What happened
to "quiet surveillance"?

We followed Burr
to a Chinese market

that was a front for
an underground casino.

Like, a casino casino?

Like, slots and all.

He got in a heated
conversation.

He received a text,
rushed out in a hurry.

We caught up in time to see him
take two bullets in the chest.

Did you see the driver?

Taillights of a black,
unmarked SUV.

HPD's checking
traffic cams.

The text, you think
it was related?

Looked to me like he
was being lured out.

Well, if he was involved
in getting rid of evidence

on Santos's drug operation,

now would be a good time
to clean house.

It was definitely
a setup.

He got a message to pick up
an "overdue package"

right before
he was shot.
Who sent it?

No way of knowing.

It was sent with
an encryption app called Vesla.

We need to find out
who sent that message.

It's got to be Santos, right?

Maybe.

Who was Burr arguing with
in the casino?

Name is Ike Diamond.
Runs the joint.

Former Las Vegas
personal injury attorney,

now...

Full-time bookie.

Half the guys in my department
lay bets with him.

And he's an attorney?

Was.

The Nevada Bar Association had
a thing or two to say

about his more colorful hobbies.

Guess it's time to seek counsel.

Careful with the felt,
Jimmy.

Ike Diamond.

Congratulations.

There's Bubble Wrap
and packing tape

under the craps table.

Wrap the legs

before you move them.

We're not here
about the illegal casino.

Objection. Speculative.

We're here
about Roy Burr.

He send you to brace me?

Uh, to what, now?

He thinks Burr sent us here
to beat him up.

Well, he does owe me
a lot of money.

Burr didn't send us.
He's dead.

Get the hell out of here.

Yeah, shot to death
a block away.

No one mentioned that
when they came

to arrest you and shut you down?

This isn't a shutdown.

It's a pause
in community relations.

I'll be up and running
in a month.

And I'll be released
in a couple hours.

And Roy Burr?

What, you think I did it?

He does owe you a lot of money.

Not that I'm

incriminating myself,
but in my line of work,

you can't collect
from a dead man.

You were seen arguing with him
right before he was gunned down.

That's hearsay.

I'm the one who saw you.

Look, Roy Burr was
a degenerate gambler--

God rest his soul.

He's into me 20 large,
and he had the chutzpah

to try to get back into
my weekly poker game on credit.

But you're not trying to
incriminate yourself.

It's a friendly home game.

It probably includes
some of your bosses.

We're not interested
in the gambling, Ike.

Roy Burr was a cop,
probably dirty

and working with
Trey Santos.

Talk to us, Ike,
or you'll be arrested

for more
than running a casino.

My involvement
in the gambling arts

has nothing to do
with Trey Santos.

He's a patron.

Patron?

At the poker game.

Oh, you host drug kingpins
at your friendly game?

I host anyone with cash.

Crooks, politicians...

And cops.

Like Roy Burr.

Roy Burr

and Trey Santos play
in a weekly poker game together?

Could've been where Santos
paid him off,

gave him instructions.

Yeah, like having Burr
destroy evidence for him,

getting him out from under
a 20-year prison sentence.

"Could've been"
doesn't solve the case.

We need evidence tying Santos
to Burr's murder.

We got the text luring Burr
out to the street

right before he was shot.

If we can connect it
to Santos...

Good news, bad news.

The text came from
an encrypted app,

so the only way to
confirm who sent it

is through the source.

In other words,
Santos's phone.

So we arrest him,

subpoena his phone--
who knows what else

is on it?

No, if we move in
to arrest him,

it's too easy for him
to bleach it,

clean out
any of the messages.

Didn't you say
there was good news?

We can access his phone
without him knowing it.

How do we do that?

With CHAD.

Cyber Hand
Data Recovery Device.

That doesn't spell...

I like the name CHAD.

It can crack and clone

Santos's phone
through Bluetooth.

What's the catch?

It needs to be
within a few feet

of Santos's phone

for at least 30 minutes
to actually work.

Close and prolonged access
to a deadly drug dealer.

Sounds... easy.

Ike's poker game.

- It's tonight.
- Santos will be there.

We send someone in.

I'll do it.

Seriously?

'Cause I'm

real good at playing poker.

How good?

It depends.

We talking hold 'em limit,
no limit, stud,

Omaha, Omaha
hi-lo...

She can name the games.

This is
a high-stakes poker game

where you have to play
well enough and last long enough

to get Ernie's CHAD
next to Santos

without him catching on.

LuckyLucy007.

Look it up.

Retired the account

before joining NCIS,
but it was

a pretty feared avatar
in certain circles.

Quite the side hustle.

Mm-hmm.

Didn't get out
much in college.

Lucy's going into
the game tonight.

Grab Ike, bring him here.

Ernie, show Lucy how CHAD works.

This is our shot. Let's take it.

I'm telling you now
I can't wear a wire.

Sensitive nipples.

Be sure to keep that in mind.

Thank you for coming,
Mr. Diamond.

Ernie here will tell you
exactly what you need to do

for this undercover
operation to work.

And you'll do it exactly
like we tell you,

to avoid
felony racketeering charges.

You'll place Trey Santos
in seat eight,

next to the dealer.

Special Agent Tara
will be in seat six.

No way I'm getting Maury
Chauvin to change his seat.

Remember that time I talked
about racketeering charges?

Six it is!

All you do is seat her

within two feet of Santos
and his phone.

Look, it may be my game,

but it's Santos's world
when he comes.

He brings muscle.
He controls everything.

What's my exposure here
vis-à-vis the vicious drug lord?

We will be surveilling
from across the street.

Special Agent Tara will have
a hidden camera

with a live feed.

So what do I tell my players?

I found her outside debate club
at Honolulu High?

I mean,
work with me here.

I am a rich girl from Texas
on vacation with my family

looking for a little fun
with Daddy's money.

Listen,

I'm not trying
to be sexist...

But you're gonna be.

Is this really

the best person for the job?

I mean, at least this guy
could read like a finance bro

looking to scratch an itch.

No.

Do you even know
the basics?

Like a flush beats
a straight.

Sure. But I wouldn't take
a gutshot straight draw

over a runner-runner flush draw
unless the pot odds

were at least
four to one.

Annie Duke.

She's like Annie Duke,
the professional...

I know who Annie Duke is.

It's gonna take more than that
to survive my game.

My players come
for action.

Buy-in is $10K, minimum.

And I'm not staking Uncle Sam.

We got that.

Whistler?

Hey, it's me.

I know you don't like surprises,
but I have exciting news.

Or terrifying news.
Not sure which.

Hello?

I tried calling,
but it was...

Pizza?

Uh, n... Lucy.

Oh. Sorry.
I thought you were the pizza.

Are you a friend of Whistler's?

Yeah. Sorry. I'm Cara.

Cara?

Whistler's girlfriend from D.C.

I just got in.
You said your name

was Lucy?

Lucy.

Uh,

yep, still Lucy.

Huh.
Yeah. Oh,
and this,

this is, uh, Cara,
your girlfriend from D.C.

Thought she was the pizza.

Um...

Okay, well, I-I'm off.

It was lovely
to meet you, Cara.

Wait.

Lucy, wait, wait, wait.
Okay, I can explain.

That is... that is not
what it looks like.

People always say that
in the movies,

and it is always, in fact,
what it looks like.

No. I didn't know
that she was coming.

Well, I didn't know she existed.

So I think I win
the dumbass award.

Yes.

No. No. I mean...
Okay, just give me a second,

and I'll tell you
what happened.

Enjoy your pizza.

I'll check the comms
after I get this set up.

Everything good
in there?

Fine.
I'm just getting dressed.

Okay. Great.

She's nervous.

You're nervous.

Yeah, well,
it's a big deal.

First undercover
assignment.

She's going in alone.

She's never done it
before. No weapon.

Backup's 20 stories
and a block away.

You know I can hear you.

You're gonna do great!

Oh.

"Oh," thanks for setting up
all the equipment?

Oh, I thought
Ernie would be doing it.

Oh, no, he wouldn't be doing it.

He'd just be sitting here
in silent judgment

about how we're doing it wrong.

- I can hear you, too.
- And you are doing it wrong.

How you doing, Lucy?
Need any help?

Lucy? It's Dalia.

You good?

Wow.

You look...

Like Texas Cinderella!

You got CHAD?

Uh, yeah. Locked and loaded.

Okay.

Uh, here's your
purse thing.

It's a clutch.

You just face it this
way, so the camera

can get a good look
at the table.

Got it.

Phone in there, too.

Hit any button.

We kick through the door.

Santos is arriving
with three men.

Listen, you want
to call this off,

just say the word and
we're out of here.

Oh, honey, I got this.

Y'all don't have to worry
about a thing.

Mm-mm.

Hey, Luce?

Mm-hmm?

Forgot the money.

Oh, oh, that's right.

I, um... Cash.

I usually pay
with credit card.

How many times have you
played poker in person?

Uh, including tonight? One.

Oh, man.

Evenin'.

Y'all got room
for little ol' me?

Phone in the box.

Oh, I was told I
could keep mine.

You know, in case I
need to order food...

Phone in the box.

I'm gonna need
to pat you down.

Uh, fellas, fellas,
haven't you heard?

It's 2022. No pat-downs.

Come on.

Come with me over here.

What's your name gonna be?

Lucy.

Mm.

You look more like a Marla.

Gentlemen...

this is Marla.

She's in town
from Dallas.

I met her at the Royal Hawaiian
happy hour.

The only thing

she likes more than mai tais
is betting daddy's money.

Whoo!

That's Malcolm.

Stanley.

The handsome guy
over there is Maury.

Trey.

And this is
Bad Beat Rick.

He's the best dealer
on the island

who's currently
available.

Oh, my G...

White and blue chips.

Just like my Cowboys.

Y'all better watch out.

What, do I have something
in my teeth?

You have to give your money.

For the chips.

What did I tell
you guys?

Tonight's special
is fresh fish.

No offense, honey.

I'm just excited to see
a little action.

I mean, how many sea turtles can
one girl swim with, you know?

What's a turtle call
his cell phone?

A shell phone.

Oh, my... Ha-ha-ha!

See? She even likes
your stale jokes, Keen.

I got a million of 'em.

Less talking.

More poker.

My thoughts exactly, Mr. Trey.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna want I.D.s

on all those
players.

Already on it.

Besides Ike and Santos,

we got Malcolm Keen,
a circuit judge,

nicknamed "The Hangin' Judge"
'cause he likes a good time.

Explains the dad jokes.

Next to Keen, we got

Maury Chauvin, retired dentist,
and Stanley Zhao,

Oahu's third most popular
car dealer.

A judge and a drug dealer
at the same game.

As long as there's no rake,
this kind of home game is legal.

"Ish."

Jesse, Kai, what do you know?

They closed the curtains
on the game, but we counted

at least three bodyguards
who came with Santos.

Probably armed.

Santos likes a
show of strength.

Well, I don't like anything
about this.

I mean, they made her get rid
of her cell phone.

We have no way of contacting her
if this thing goes sideways.

If it goes sideways, Jesse.

Let's have a little faith,
brother.

How long
until we're up and running

with your cloning device?

The moment she activates it,

it should start cloning
Santos's phone.

Hey.

Your move.

Call.

The bet was 6K.

Oh, my. Well, um, okay.

My daddy has a saying:

"Never leave a racehorse
in the pasture."

That reminds me
of the story

about the jockey
and his young Irish fiancée...

Malcolm.

Keep it PG.

All in.

Mm.

Fold.

Your racehorse
break a leg?

Just got here.

I'm not ready to turn in
my spurs just yet.

You'll get me next time.

I'm sure.

"Chip and a chair,"
that's my motto.

She just lost half her stake.

Come on, Luce,
play smart.

It's all good, Jesse.
She's got this.

It's not her I'm worried about.

Ernie, how long
until the phone is cloned?

Working on an estimate.

Ernie's all over it.

Don't worry.

Uh, so, uh, how exactly
did you and Ernie meet?

I was, uh, at a
Mensa retreat...

with my mom and dad.

Ernie was in charge of
the dance competition.

He wins every year.

His partner backed
out last minute.

He asked me
to fill in.

Taught me how to
dance in a week.

But I didn't just
learn how to dance.

I learned about life, too.

That's the plot
to Dirty Dancing.

It is?

Like, beat for beat.

Huh.

Never seen it.

We got a problem.

What is it?

CHAD's not downloading the data
from Santos's phone.

You checked the device
before it went out, right?

There's no problem with CHAD.
The problem is on Santos's side.

His Bluetooth is turned off.

Can't you just turn it on
remotely?

No. Without Bluetooth,

Santos's phone
can't send any data.

Okay. What's the fix?

I could remotely send a
Trojan that would activate

the Bluetooth.
But then he would need

That sounds good.

to call me directly,
stay on the phone long enough

for me to hack in.

Less good.

Plus, there's no way
to let Lucy know any of this.

Maybe there is.

What time is it, you ask?

It's pineapple margarita time!

I'm not drinking.

Hey, more for me, then.

All rightio.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm-hmm.

Stanley,
you got it?

Drink up, Marla.

Thank you.

Ah, thank you.

And thank you.
That was wonderful.

Very nice. Thank you.
You are so fantastic.

That was great.
That was just beautiful,

the way you brought
it over. Thank you.

Your move, Texas.

Gonna raise...

to $3,000.

Let's make it ten.

Ooh. Okay.

So, uh, before I call,

I'm gonna need to speak
to my business manager,

make sure I have enough cash
to buy back in if I lose.

My phone's in the box
over there, so...

No one leaves the table
once a hand is started.

Can I use your phone?

Unless you're afraid
I'm gonna call your raise.

Thank you.

Put it on speaker.

Of course.

Hello?

Hey, Cal. It's, uh, Marla.

Sorry for calling so late.

How's Fort Worth treatin' ya?

Marla, sweetheart!

Fort Worth is as dry as
a heart of a haystack,

but, uh, you know, otherwise
I can't complain. Heh.

Oh, that's so great.
Listen, I need, um,

I need 20K wired
to my "mad money" account.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Course, little lady.

Cash'll move faster

than a chicken caught
in a coyote parade.

You check your account...

in 30 minutes.

Thanks, Cal.

Oh, say hi to Janey.

I will.

Bye-bye.

Chicken caught
in a coyote parade?

Well...

guess I'm all in.

Whoo!

Hell yeah!

Might not need
that 20K after all.

You got lucky.

Well,

is there any other way

to win?

The Trojan worked.
Data from Santos's phone

is being downloaded as we speak.

We just need her to stay in
the game for 25 minutes longer.

The moment Lucy leaves the
room, be ready to breach.

I'll give you the go sign.

Copy that, boss.

Raise.

Reraise.

All in, y'all.

Take it.

Lucky night, I guess.

All right, gonna sit
this next one out and...

find the ladies'.

Come on, CHAD. Come on.

Yes.

Want to tell me what this means?

Talk. If you...
if you want your money...

You don't care about the money.

You care about my phone.

You're a cop,
trying to take me down.

I don't know what you mean.

Didn't realize
it was occupied.

What the hell
is happening?

I'm an NCIS agent.

We're gonna walk out
and straight to the exit.

Understand?

Where are we going?

Away.

Hey!

Stop them!

Something's happening in there.

Where'd Lucy go?

Jesse, you got eyes on her?

No. But there's a lot
of activity on the balcony.

Santos's men are moving fast.

Go now.

I need backup to
that location.

We need to find Lucy.

Wait, what happened to Lucy?

Gonna tell me when you
started working

with the cops
and how many others there are,

or I'm gonna toss you
and the shirt out the window.

Girl just wanted to play poker.

I don't have time to get
into this right now.

Lucy's in trouble, though?

Her and Judge Keen.

He's not in the main room,
either.

Left the table
just after Lucy and Santos.

Are you gonna tell
me what's going on?

Only if you keep
your voice down.

Trey Santos is
a drug dealer.

He had a cop destroy evidence
against him,

then killed the cop.

He told me he was
in real estate.

You have your phone
on you?

It's in the box
with yours.

Okay. Then we got to move.

Jesse, Kai, are you on-site yet?

Heading into the building now.

Okay, will someone just tell me
what's going on?

We sent Lucy undercover.
We think she's blown.

Wait. What can I do?

Just give us room, Whistler.

Wait, hey.

So-so what, you're
wired, right?

Your backup
can hear you.

Comms were in my clutch.
We're on our own.

What now?

I protect you.

What?

Come on, get over here.

Anyone have eyes on Lucy?

She's in the wind.
But HPD's arriving

at the building now.

Okay, she can't just disappear.

Santos's data is ready.

No time for that now.

Uh, you're gonna want
to make time.

It's another
problem.

Santos isn't the one

who lured Roy Burr to his death.

But he was messaging
someone else

directly after
the shooting.

Says "Package delivered"
and "See you tonight."

Someone else at the game
could be in on this.

One of Santos's men?

Maybe.

Need to take a closer
look at the players.

I'll do it.

Start with Ike Diamond,
guy who organized the game.

Any kind of connection
to Trey Santos.

I know how to dig up dirt,
Ernie.

Get this piece of
crap to the car.

Need to get you
to the car, too.

Not until I find them.

Police!

Get down on
the ground now!

Look what that crazy SOB

did to me!

Where's Lucy?

No clue.

And Santos's men?

Uh, there's two more.

Get back inside and wait.

Kai, Santos just ran
into the stairwell.

He's coming your way.

Kai.

I kind of need you, dude.

I'm almost to you.

Ah, you're welcome.

I softened him up a bit.

Whatever makes
you sleep well.

But Santos escaped upstairs,
we think.

Find him.
Get Lucy out of there.

Ike Diamond is shady as hell,
but no real ties to Santos.

I did find another
connection, though.

Prosecutor who
oversaw Santos

when he was a
confidential informant.

Five years working
closely with Santos

and your dead
cop Roy Burr.

But there's no prosecutor
at the game.

He's not a prosecutor
anymore.

Stay behind me.

Really?

You are
an extreme pain in the ass.

You got no move.
My backup's arrived.

Do you hear the sirens?

I'll take my chances.

Where'd you get that?

You can put that down now.

You need to tell me
everything you know

about Santos's operation.

I guess I know
you're in on it, too.

Took Roy Burr out.

Shot Santos
so he couldn't implicate you.

And what do your
people know?

All of it. Every detail.

No, no, no.
You said you weren't wired.

You came for Santos, not me.

My team's gonna come
through that door any moment.

They find me dead,
they'll know what happened.

Yeah.

Santos killed you.
I killed him.

Think this through,
Judge.

You're gonna murder
a federal agent.

That story won't hold.

So I just surrender?

Go to prison?

Cooperate.

We're way
beyond that.

Lucy!

And you know it.

I'm sorry about this.

Me, too. Little tip, though.

Lucy!

Never let your target get
this close.

Are you all right?

Oh, fine.

Jesse,
I'm really okay.

Well, I'm not.

All right.

Lucy's safe.

Santos and Keen are dead.

Well, that was exciting.

Lucy's a tough one.

Yeah.

He said
he needed to talk to you.

Well, I wanted to give you
an opportunity

to thank me
for my help.

We already sent you flowers,
Ike. You didn't get them?

Yeah, also,
I wanted to go over

this itemized list
of reimbursements.

Reimbursements? Wha...?

Condo's a rental.

No way I'm getting
my security deposit back.

And the nose.

I'm seeing a plastic surgeon
in the morning.

Reimbursement is you
not going to prison.

Could I get that
in a notarized letter?

What'd you say?

Just stating

that I'm integral
to the work you do.

Perhaps an honorary member
of NCIS.

You know, just to help
with traffic violations,

landlord disputes,

misdemeanor racketeering...
I'm gonna count to three.

So you'll think about it.
We'll stay in touch.

Are you on Facebook?

Okay.

Howdy, partners.

Came to check in.

Oh...

You were worried about us.

I was worried about
the equipment.

I-It's very fragile.

Ernie, you know I was thrown
down a flight of stairs.

You should get
that checked out.

Hey, I'm gonna take this
down to the van.

Jesse, you want to join me?

Oh, yeah.

Did you really just come
to check on the equipment?

I really did.

And you.

Got intense there, huh?

It did.

But with your voice
in my ear...

gave me all the strength
I needed.

Dalia, it's a Thursday night.

I know, but maybe we could make
an exception just this once?

After all, I had...

the time of my life.

♪ And I've never felt
this way before. ♪

Nobody puts Baby
in the corner.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Heard you helped
Tennant and Ernie.

I got... I got worried

when you didn't answer
your phone.

Came looking.

Didn't exactly get that vibe

when I came to
your place earlier.

About that...

At least I know now

why you work so hard
to keep secrets.

I've been your sidepiece.

That... that is not it.

Yeah?

How'd I get it wrong?

Um, Cara and I were...

we were together
before I moved here.

But it wasn't working, and I
thought the feeling was mutual.

And you didn't
break up with her?

I thought it would just...
fizzle out.

I didn't... I didn't expect
that text from her this morning,

or that she would just
show up... in town.

And I really didn't expect...

Expect what?

You!

I...

I didn't...

I didn't know you'd be
so important to me.

I thought if I told you
about Cara,

you'd end it.

So not telling
me was better?

I broke it off with Cara.

Officially, I am...

I am free and clear now.

I had my first undercover
assignment today.

Almost died.

I know.

But...

I learned something about myself
the last few hours.

And...

about who I can trust.

There are a lot of chances--
bets, really--

that, um...

that I'm willing to take.

You're no longer one of them.

Lucy...

Please don't say anymore.

You see any of that?

All I see...

is an agent whose
first undercover mission

was a success.

I don't think
I want to talk.

Who said anything
about talking?