NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 13, Episode 9 - Under the Influence - full transcript

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♪ Get that money ♪ Stack, stack♪

♪ Count it up ♪ Cash, cash♪

♪ Hit 'em wit' it ♪ Big facts♪

♪ All my ladies ♪ Clap, clap♪

♪ Get that money ♪ Stack, stack♪

♪ Count it up ♪ Cash, cash♪

♪ Hit 'em wit' it ♪ Big facts, big facts♪

♪ Big red, white picket fence

♪ Little bully wit' a Benz

♪ No expense, never good enough,
it's basic ♪



♪ I'm patient,
show it off and shimmy ♪

♪ Haters listen,
I was strugglin'... ♪

Oh, excuse me.
Would you mind taking one?

♪ I ain't slowin' up Thanks.

♪ I run to this money

♪ Haters never could
hold me back ♪

♪ I'm chillin' like a villain
on ya head top... ♪

Oh, make sure the
logo's in the shot.

♪ So nuh boda how ya walk

♪ Look how me pocket plenty,
plenty ♪

♪ All my ladies ♪ Clap, clap♪

♪ Get that money ♪ Stack, stack♪

♪ Count it up...

This is ruining my vibe.



♪ All my ladies ♪ Clap, clap♪

♪ Get that money ♪ Stack, stack♪

♪ Count it up

♪ Cash, cash...♪ Hey, fam.

So, I've got to run
a bunch of errands today,

and I don't really
feel like walking.

So I decided to pick up
this cute scooter,

and now I'm flying.
Get it? Flying?

This windblown look is really
working for me, right?

♪

My parking spot
is lost forever.

He is the boss.

Everyone knows
I park here.

Everybody except somebody
who's also the boss.

Now I have to park
under a woodpecker commune.

Just had my weekly detail
from Alex yesterday.

Not one minute
after pulling my car in,

it's like a bird blitzkrieg
on my hood.

Why don't you just ask Kilbride
for your spot back?

You think a guy

that pulls in hood first,

three feet off-center,
into a prime spot

can be reasoned with?

I mean,
at least show

some respect.
Back it in.

Could've swore I had
some extra shampoo here.

Yeah, I don't want to be the one

to have to tell you this,
but I...

Spare me the bald jokes, G.

Talking about car shampoo,
all right?
Ah.

Specially pH-balanced
to protect various surfaces.

Strong enough for a man
but pH-balanced for a Hellcat.

I'll be back.
Okay.

Hold your horsepower.

Weren't we
talking about cars?

Joke felt right
for the moment.

So, what is so important
that you're interrupting

Sam and his
gentle lather?

How about a new case?

All right.

Her name is Gia Michele.

Yes, the Gia Michele.

Giagrafy? 15 million
followers on Instagram,

40 million on TikTok?

Oh, how I long for
that type of ignorance.

Not that I'm saying
you're ignorant. I mean,

I just-- Obviously, you just
have way more important things

in your brain.

More substantive things.

Yeah.
You're-you're just so very...

Experienced?

Yeah, I was going
to say "wise."

Of course you were.

What's the case?

Okay, the case.

Gia is a mega influencer.

She started off
as a dancer

but can pretty much
sell anything.

I mean, there isn't a brand that
doesn't want to work with her.

I think she also has
a development deal

for a reality show?

Anyway,
she posts regularly

across her
social media accounts,

but yesterday it seems
she went dormant.

Maybe she's just
taking a break.

Well, the concern is that
she actually did go missing.

And we've been asked
to investigate.
Hold on a second.

Why are we being asked
to find someone

that posts selfies
for a living?

Because her mother has
a much more important job.

Believe me, I will never adopt
reverence for the selfie,

no matter how hard my
niece tries to convince me

that it is an
empowering art form.

But Gia Michele
just happens

to be the daughter
of Linda Burke,

the U.S. ambassador to Lebanon.

Well, I guess occasionally

the apple does fall

far from the tree.

State Department
Diplomatic Security

is shorthanded in L.A.,

so the Secretary of State
asked SECNAV

for our assistance.

We need to rule out
any foul play

that might be connected to
the ambassador's work overseas.

Okay.

This is the last thing
that Gia posted.

And no one has seen
or spoken to her

since this went up
yesterday.

Hey, fam. So, I've got a bunch
of errands to run today,

and I didn't really feel
like walking,

so I decided to pick up
this cute scooter,

and now I'm flying.
Get it? Flying?

This windblown look is really
working for me, right?

That ended kind of abrupt.

Well, maybe she just
dropped her phone.

Hmm.
Sounded like a crash.

Well, the weird part is,
she left this video up.

She hasn't posted a follow-up.

And from what I can tell,
her content is pretty tidy.

Okay. Well, she may have
injured herself.

Did you check
the local hospitals?

Yes. I checked
all the hospitals in the area.

There is no record
of her being admitted.

And her cell phone is off,
so, can't locate a signal.

All right. We'll head
to the crash site

and check things out.

Great. I'll send you
the address now.

Kensi and Deeks are
on their way

to Beverly Hills
to Gia's house

to see what they can find.
Beverly Hills?

Mm-hmm.
How much do these
social influencers make?

North of Sunset kind of money.

Pied-à-terre in Manhattan
kind of money.

Well, now, money is all well
and good, Special Agents.

But just remember, you
can't put a price on pride.

Oh, G,

does your pride cover
your pied-à-terre

north of Deeks' bar?

No.

But I'm pretty sure you spent
yours on that boat, right?

Wait a minute.
How old is this woman?

Ugh. 22, 23.

Wait. And she dances
on her phone for a living?

Uh, that's how she started,

but Fatima said
she's a multi-hyphenate,

which means she's an actor,

has a beauty brand,
a flat tummy tea pusher.

That sounds worse
than a flat-earther.

It is.
You get diarrhea.

You know what? Maybe I should
put myself up on this app,

show 'em what
they're missing out on,

with a little...
Party Marty.

Just there, like,

just whippin' it, gettin' it
when gettin' is good.

I'm not sure there's an audience
for a white surfer dude

who hasn't quite
mastered the Floss.

But I do know a few websites

in which your, uh,
thirst traps would kill.

I got a thirst trap
for you right here.
Hey.

Heads up.

You from the agency?

Well, the cars are
picture-ready.

I detailed every inch.

Not the agency
you're thinking of.

I am NCIS Special Agent
Kensi Blye.

This is Investigator Deeks.

Oh, no, no. I just took
the cars around the block. Or...

It's such a shame to let it
sit here, you know?

I figured it could use
a little exercise.

We're not here
about the, uh, cars.

We're here for Gia Michele.
Is she around?

Oh. No, not at the moment.

Are you the only one here...

Joey?

Yeah, it's just me.

I was just getting
the cars ready

for a photo shoot tomorrow.

When was the last time
you saw Gia?

I don't know.

I mean, uh, technically
I don't see much of her.

She-she prefers
indirect eye contact.

I know, it's
not a thing,

but that's what
she calls it.

Anyway, I, uh, caught a glimpse
of her on her way out last week.

Are all of these cars hers?

No. Not a one.
They're all props.

They come in,
she takes a picture with them,

and then they go out.

I don't even think
she has a license.

Who picked her up
the other day?

Um, I think her driver Alan.

And when was the last time
he was here?

I-I don't know.

I wasn't here yesterday.

So, do you know how
we get ahold of Alan?

Look, I signed an NDA,

so I probably said
too much already.

Okay. Well, I am a lawyer
and a federal agent,

so if anyone says
you're in trouble

for giving us
Alan's information,

you can just have
them call me.

You're not gonna tell him
I drove the car, are you?

Quid pro quo, Joey.

Quid pro quo.

Oh, good,
Admiral, you're here.

I know we talked about how

asking for help is a sign
of strength and not weakness,

so I'm going to push through
this discomfort here

and say that with
Agent Rountree out on vacation

and one of the most

prolific social media
catalogs to comb through,

I could really use...

Another pair of eyes.

Yes, exactly.

Got here as
fast as I could.

Good morning,
Agent De León.

Good morning.
Hey.

I do hope you can put
these eyes to good use.

Thank you, sir.
Hmm.

Welcome back, Aliyah.

Man, are you a sight for sore...

Okay, yeah, I'll stop.

You ready for
a Giagrafy lesson?

Giagrafy.

Okay. I get it.
You get it.

I'll be in my office.

So, any updates for me?

Yeah. So, Kensi and Deeks found
Gia's personal driver.

They're bringing him in.

And basically,
we're just looking for anything

that can help us pinpoint
her current location.

Wow. It must take a lot of time
to generate that much content.

Oh, yeah.
Full-time job.

Oh. Well, that was fast.

Looks like Gia's back online.

I've asked a lot of you guys
over the years...

but this is by far the hardest
thing I've ever had to do.

This is not a joke.

I've been kidnapped,

and I need your help.

I have to raise
$10 million in Bitcoin

by the end of the day...

or else...

they're gonna kill me.

Please help me.

...or else...

they're gonna kill me.

Please help me.

How long ago
did this video post?

About five minutes ago.

I don't mean
to be insensitive,

but how do we verify
that it's authentic?

You're not the first
to wonder that.

And, honestly,
I don't have an answer.

I'm guessing you've tried
to trace the last feed?

Trying like hell.

Is Aliyah with you?

I got a text that she
was back with the team.

I'm here, Sam.

Agent Callen, I trust
my old friend has told you

only good things about me.

It's good to have you
on board, Agent De León.

Whoever's uploading this video
to Gia's account

knows how to stay hidden.

They're using TOR and
every other trick in the book

to hide the location.

Could Gia be tech savvy
enough to do this herself?

She could have help.

She did say "they are going
to kill me" in the video.

She either has
more than one captor...

Or they instructed her not to
give away identifying clues.

Just keep working on it, guys.

We're gonna keep
looking around here,

see if we can find
any surveillance cameras

or get lucky
and find a witness.

Will do.

Have a seat.

Can I, uh, get coffee
or anything?

Right after you, uh,
answer some questions.

Wow.
We'll try not to bore you.

So, how long have you
worked for Gia Michele?

Uh, two, three years.

That's a 365-day difference
there, Alan.

Been driving her around
about a year.

Started a couple years
before that as her bodyguard.

Gia needs a bodyguard?

Well, she hired me
around the time

she had that spat
with that other chick.

The one who got caught
kissing the other girl's man.

You know, you read about it.

No.
No.

Didn't read about it,
so why don't you tell us?

Was "that other chick"--
was she a threat to Gia?

No. No, no, I wasn't hired
to protect her from that chick.

It's the fans.

The Beyhive, the Swifties.

Everybody's got
their psychotic devotees.

Anyway,
they pounced on Gia.

Has Gia ever had
her life threatened?

Hundreds of times.

If she wears
the wrong color lipstick,

they tell her to die
and go to hell.

How do you and
Gia get along?

Like pancakes and syrup.

Hmm.

What do you make of this?

Domestic violence, assault.
Restraining order.

I-I know how this looks.

Yes. It looks like a history
of violence against women.

My ex,

she-she's got
some mental health issues.

It's in her head.

Mm-hmm.
That's your side of the story.

So why should we believe you?

You got to go with your gut.

You seem very
tired, Alan.

What were you
doing last night?

Driving for the apps.

So you had
the night off, then?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, Gia said
she had to ride

that scooter thingy
around all day.

It was a promo.

I dropped her in Hollywood,
last I saw of her.

So what about
her current bodyguard?

Was he with her yesterday?

He was going to take her home
at the end of the day.

But she called him off
that morning.

And he didn't argue with that?

She's the boss.

Yeah, but she pays you
to keep her safe

one way or the other, right?

Have you guys ever seen
those pictures of celebs

in In-N-Out after the Oscars,

wearing ball gowns, tuxes
and all that?

No.
Yeah.

Everybody wants to feel normal
every once in a while.

Even people like Gia.

Can you think of anyone who
would have wanted to hurt Gia?

And would have the means
to orchestrate

a plan of this scope?

No.

No. Can-can I get
that coffee now?

You know what? You just don't
seem very worried about Gia.

That girl would set her own dog
on fire for followers.

So you think she's in on it?

I'm not pointing any fingers.

I just sure as hell won't be
donating to the cause.

Can I get that...

Coffee.
Coffee?

No.

Fatima says
the Bitcoin's rolling in.

They already have
over 150,000 donors.

Are these people suckers,

or could they really be
saving Gia's life?

It's hard to say right now.

I don't know if
Gia's in trouble

or if she's just...
troubled.

It's a whole
new world out there.

I don't know
what to make of it.

How are younger people supposed
to find their North Star

when the damn thing could
just be Photoshopped?

Aiden and Kam turned
out all right.

Yeah, but they didn't care
that much about social media

and influencers
when they were growing up.

Everything they saw
wasn't a brand.

Look, uh, this
isn't my thing.

But, I mean, are they really
doing anything wrong?

You could,
you could almost argue

that some of what they're doing
is good.

Well, there wouldn't have been
an Arab Spring

without social media.

I'd like to know what Ambassador
Burke's thinking right now.

I mean, if this thing
turns out to be a hoax...

It'll damage her career.

But if I was her
and my daughter was missing,

last thing I'd be thinking about
is my career.

One thing I know for sure:

I don't envy new parents.

Lot of uncharted territory
to cover.

So what's the, uh,

what's the best piece of advice
you ever got on parenting?

You have no real control.

The best you can do
is speak your truth

and set an example.

That's good.

I bet whoever told you that
was a pretty good parent.

She was the best, G.

The best.

Call me old-fashioned.

I just don't think
a kid needs a cell phone.

Okay, good
luck with that.

Think about it-- no phone,
so no access to social media,

which we know is detrimental
to kids' health. Right?
Yes.

No-no-no chat rooms
or Internet trolls.

And no pornography--

which I only am aware
of anecdotally,

as, like,
as an Internet phenomenon.

Okay, listen. Let's say
that there is a text chain.

Right? Every 13-year-old in our
possible kid's class is on it.

Are we really going
to let them be left out?
Yes.

What if there is an app
designing contest at school?

Right? Or they go out one night
and they get drunk.

Then they know
that they can call us

and they don't have
to drive home.

All right. Fair enough.

So phone first,
and then potty train 'em?

The truth is,

even if we pretend the digital
world doesn't exist,

babe, they're gonna
find it anyway.

All of it.

Remember the good old days
when we just shoved

the nudie magazines
under our mattress?

No.

Think of all the trees
we've saved

now that everything's online.

So I've heard.

What is the latest on Gia?

Well, I've been combing
through the comments

on her endless posts,

and the most definitive
conclusion I can come to

is that people are nasty.

Exactly my point.

Any recurring trolls?

More than one.

I made a list of the accounts

that regularly harass her
and the ones she's blocked.

People do not hold back when
they're hiding behind anonymity.

Shall we put some names
to those icons?

We shall.

Who collects the pot at the end
of this Bitcoin rainbow?

The account is brand-new,

it's never been used
at an exchange.

Essentially,
you can't connect an account

to an identity
until someone tries

to cash in the Bitcoin
at an exchange.

So, at the moment,
it is an untraceable avenue.

Nothing should be
untraceable for us.

Agreed, Admiral.
Yeah.

I won't stop trying.

Fatima and I were able to build

a detailed time line
of the 48 hours

before Gia's disappearance,

thanks to documentation

of literally everything from
her morning collagen smoothie

to her nighttime
skin regimen.

Plus, I tracked an escalating
feud with another influencer

over the last few months.

This is Sharon
Cunningham,

popular fitness
influencer

who goes by the alter
ego Angel Soars.

They called out Gia out
for stealing content,

which led to
Gia getting

a lucrative sponsorship
that should have

gone to Angel.
Mm.

Tensions seem to still
run high between the two.

Has she ever
threatened Gia?

They haven't.

Angel's pronouns
are they/them.

All right, send the time line

to Special Agent Blye
and Investigator Deeks.

Hopefully we can work
backwards within the time line

and find a clue.

Someone or something
that can help us find her.

Yeah. Perhaps all this
self-indulgent nonsense

will actually serve a purpose
in the end.

Oh, my God, they're...
they're monsters.

And here I was,
trying to be diplomatic.

No. No, Admiral.

Someone started
a counter-campaign.

But instead of crowd-funding
to save Gia,

they're raising money

to pay her captor to kill her,
live on the Internet.

The campaign
in favor of Gia's execution

is quickly gaining speed.

The original campaign,

the one to save her, is only
ahead by a few thousand dollars.

What kind of people would
want to see Gia die?

And I don't ask that
rhetorically.

I know.

Uh, it looks like
the link to the campaign

is going viral
in the incel community.

It's already been upvoted
thousands of times

on the more popular forums.

"Incel" comes from
"involuntary celibate."

Typically men who feel
betrayed by women and then

become hostile towards them--

especially conventionally
beautiful women like Gia.

Yeah, I am familiar with
the term, Agent De León.

What you see on my face
is not a look of confusion

but rather one of disgust.

You and I are in
agreement on that, Admiral.

All right. Smoke these cowards
out of their digital cave.

We don't have
time to gamble

if Gia's captor

will put their money
where their mouth is.

Fatima just sent a new lead.

Okay. This is Jaxon King,

but he's known online as
Supreme King Daddy J...

He's one of Gia's
more prolific trolls,

to put it mildly.
Oh.

Looks like he can spend
all that extra time online

thanks to being fired
from five jobs

in the last year alone.

Huh. Maybe all that
trolling got him fired.

And we have
a current address.

All right.

Send that to Agent
Callen and Agent Hanna.

And I will secure
a search warrant.

Copy that.

What about this time line?

Uh, somehow I feel

that someone's gonna be
coming down the steps

with a directive
in three... two...

Bravo, Investigator Deeks,

counting backward
will be on the exam.

Couldn't have
been anybody else.

Investigator Deeks,

Agent Blye...Sir.

I want you
to follow the time line

in reverse.

Talk to everyone who was
with Gia for the last few days--

everyone you haven't
already talked to.

Oh. And I want you
to find the photographer

who took this picture.

It's the latest
paparazzi photograph of Gia.

Well, looks like it
was taken yesterday.

She's in the same outfit
as the scooter video.

Well, just start
searching the gutters

for a paparazzi.
Huntin'.

Okay. We'll get on
that time line.

Oh, before you go,

I also want you
to make it a priority

to question
this other influencer.

Uh, this is Angel Soars.

They had a beef
of some sort with Gia.

Could be a motive.

Should be easy, since they
geotag their bathroom breaks.

Admiral Kilbride.
Ah.

You remember
Investigator Deeks.

This is his
better half,

Special Agent
Kensi Blye.

This is
Agent Aliyah De León,

who is once again
helping out the team.

I'm glad I can finally
thank you in person.

Oh, it is an honor to work
with this team.

We couldn't have done
Jacumba without you.

Of course.
Oh, by the way,
what brings you down here

at the speed of sound?

The ambassador called for you.

Ah.

Couldn't have been anyone else?

No answer at the front door.

No sign of movement inside.

No car in the driveway.

So, you think Mr. Supreme
King Daddy J would mind

if we let ourselves in?

Mm-hmm.

I have found a key.

Back was unlocked.

House is clear.

Come on in.

You think the people
this guy trolls

can imagine him sitting on
a big pile of pizza grease?

Mm... if they're
being generous.

Yeah. He also gets away with
having someone else

do his laundry for him.

I see a laptop.

Mm-hmm.

Let's see.

It's locked.

Aliyah, no sign
of Jaxon King,

but we have a laptop here.

Of course
it's locked.

Plug me in.

I will unlock it and see

what else I can find.

All right. Take it away.

Also start a Kaleidoscope search
on, uh, Jaxon's car, will you?

Yeah, hopefully that will lead
us to Jaxon, which will lead us

to Gia.
Looking.

I can't find a vehicle
registered to Jaxon King.

Oh, yeah? Maybe the person
who's doing his laundry

also let him
borrow a car.

Well, either that or he's
got a large Uber bill.

Of course, he's saving
money by not having

it detailed every week.

Oh, it's worth every penny.
Mm-hmm.

You're crazy, you think

I had anything to do
with Gia's disappearance.

Might as well
shoot myself in the foot.

Well, you were one of
the last people to see her.

I rarely get within ten feet
of any one of my targets.

I mean, subjects.

That's what the lens is for,
baby.

You mind scooting to the left?

An A-Lister who thinks
she's hiding her pregnancy

is finishing up her glucose test
any minute now.

Well, that's a frightening
amount of detail.

I can tell
someone's pregnant

the moment they ingest
their first prenatal vitamin.

You realize that's, like,
none of your business?

It's literally my business.

You look familiar.
Do I know you?

So, was there anything
out of the ordinary

when you saw Gia yesterday?

Anyone hanging around,
trying to talk to her?

With Gia, it's pretty routine.

Her people text me,
I get the shot,

cha-ching for both of us.

Does she usually feed you
her locations?

Yeah, if the fit was lit

and the face is beat,
she came calling.

Gia knows how
to play the game.

You sure I don't know you?

I'm sure.

Okay, so nothing
out of the ordinary

yesterday
when you photographed her?

Well, come to think of it...

she didn't offer to buy me
a matcha like she usually does.

Can I take a look at
the photos from yesterday,

everything on
your camera roll?

Yeah, for the right price.

Is that your,
uh, green BMW

over there?
Yeah.

Well, I can get the boot that
the city just strapped on there

taken off free of charge,

before your A-Lister
"target" sneaks out.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

I paid half those tickets!

Our entire team is
on the case, Madam Ambassador.

And I assure you we are putting
100% of our resources

into finding your daughter.

I expect to be calling you
shortly with an update

and, hopefully, some good news.

Absolutely.

I'll be in touch.

Yeah.
Tell me you found
a smoking gun.

Oh, it's smoking, all right.

I need something concrete,
Agent Hanna.

My next call to the ambassador

better be to tell her
that Gia is safe.

Aliyah is combing
through Jaxon's laptop.

Hopefully,
that'll turn up something.

What do you think?
Could this be our guy?

Hey!

Federal agents!

I obviously don't have Gia.

I'm here, aren't I?

What, are you
taking a day off

from telling her to, uh...

"get raped and die"

or "kill herself and
all her unborn babies"?

Four years of threats like that.

On your handle.

So what?
I've trolled lots of people.

That's not exactly
a winning defense, Jaxon.

I don't have a defense
against trolling Gia Michele.

That's as far
as it's ever gone.

Are you gonna talk to
all her thousands of haters?

So, if you had nothing to do
with Gia's disappearance,

why'd you run?

Uh, what would you do
if you came home

to two guys in your house?

I thought you were there
to rob me.

So, we're not going
to find anything linking you

to Gia Michele's disappearance
if we keep looking?

No. Nothing.

♪ Do this anymore

♪ We've been
into this before... ♪

Angel Soars?

♪ I'll be sure that we...

Martin Deeks,
NCIS Investigator.

I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye.

We just want to talk to Angel.

Okay?
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What does NCIS want
with little old me?

Well, Angel, we'd like
to ask you a few questions

about your relationship
with Gia Michele.

Not unless
she sent you to apologize.

I'm sure you've heard
that she's in danger.

Let me start with
a question for you two.

If someone who looked like me
was kidnapped,

would the Feds come running
to my rescue?

Of course.

Wrong answer.

Fair enough. That is
a terrifyingly valid point.

But right now
we need your cooperation.

And I'm gonna need
my lawyer present.

Okay. You can call he or she,
and they can meet us here.

I'll talk to them first
and then get back to you.

Look, unfortunately, Angel,
we don't have time for that.

Listen.

It's in your
best interest

to make this easy because,
one way or the other,

we're gonna get these answers.

And please
do not buzz...

...at me again.

Now, excuse me. Fitness first.

Okay, listen, Angel.

We just really-- Oh.

Sir, please remove your hand
from my shoulder.

Do you want me to...

No, I'm okay, baby.
Okay.

Girl, go off. Can I post this?

Not unless you talk
to my lawyer first.

Ready to talk now?

I suspect there are a few things

Jaxon would have scrubbed
had he known

I was going to examine
his hard drive.

Anything illegal
going on in there?

In addition to
a lot of pornography

that,
while questionable in taste,

isn't actually illegal,

there are multiple recent
narcotics purchases

on the dark web.

Maybe that's why he ran.

What about a link to Gia,
you find anything there?

Unfortunately not.

But there is an unsettling
amount of activity

in some ugly corners
of the Internet.

Extremist chatrooms,
anarchy groups,

but most notably
these incel communities.

In my search I found
one user in particular

who makes the rounds
at several incel groups

suggesting the abduction
of Gia Michele

and a bunch of
other female celebrities.

Well, if Jaxon's telling
the truth,

that could be our guy.

He uses the handle
"The Last Gentleman,"

but so far I haven't been
able to ID him.

I bet there's someone
in the boatshed who can.

The Last Gentleman.

Who is he?

Look, Jaxon, you have
two options here.

I can call up
my DEA friends,

alert them about
your digital footprint--

which is messy as hell,
by the way.

Or you can tell us
everything you know.

I don't know the guy.

Wish I did. He's a badass.

Who threatens violence
against women he doesn't know?

He's been burned
a bunch of times, okay?

All of us have.

These women deserve
what's coming for them.

You know what a real man does
when he's rejected by a woman?

Absolutely nothing.

You move on.

I wouldn't expect
either of you to get it.

Not with
those jawlines.

You can't
understand us,

and that's why
we have each other.

The Last Gentleman
is not your friend.

You don't owe him anything.

You don't need
to protect him.

I told you I don't know him.

Okay. Well, we have
dozens of conversations

between the two of you
on record, Jaxon, so...

you might want to
give us a name.

I don't know his real name.

I swear.

You know what?
Forget the bruised ego, Jaxon.

You think your hands are clean

because you didn't
physically harm Gia?

You see where
we are now?

Her life is on the line,
and you encouraged it.

All right. You made your choice.

It's Curtis.

Curtis Jenkins.

I never thought
it mattered.

What you say online?

That.

What I say, period.

The hundreds of women
you've trolled would disagree.

Curtis Jenkins.

Wish I could say he didn't
fit the profile of an incel,

but he checks
a lot of boxes.

Also, you guys need to see this.

Thanks to the photos Fatima got
from the paparazzi,

I was able to place him

at Gia's last known location.

He was following her that day.

Well, maybe that's how he knew

her bodyguard
and driver weren't there.

Wh-Where is he now?

Got an address at
his parents' place in Burbank.

Great.
Send it to Kensi and Deeks.

Will do.

Ms. Jenkins?

NCIS. We're looking
for Curtis Jenkins.

That's my son.
Is he home?

His van's not here,
so he must be out.

Can I help you with something?

Yeah. We just need to take
a quick look inside.

Curtis's room,
in particular.

He lives in the guesthouse.

Great. Can you
let us in?

What is this all about?

Listen, Ms. Jenkins.

Anna's fine.
Anna.

A young lady's life
is at stake.

We just need a quick look.

Curtis?

He doesn't love it when I
come in without permission.

He's very particular
about his stuff,

as you can probably see.

I'll have to vacuum
your footprints

out of the rug.

All right. Do you have
any idea where he is

right now? I mean, is he
usually out during the day?

He's pretty busy.

Lots of job interviews,

some freelance I.T. work
here and there.

Your average semi-launched
20-something kid.

He does need a little
nudge from time to time,

but that's
the trend, right?

Have you seen him today?

I guess not,
now that I think about it.

But I try
and give him his space.

It keeps the peace.

Yeah. And how
has he been lately?

Any unusual
behavior?

A lot of things
haven't been easy for Curtis.

It gets prickly sometimes.

This is addressed to you.

That's definitely
his handwriting.

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Jenkins?

Oh, my God.

He has Gia.

And he's
saying goodbye.

Got it. Yeah. Kens.

Yeah. What do you got?

So, Aliyah's looking
for the van.

No such luck.
But,

in case you had
any hope for humanity,

the counter-campaign
to kill Gia

has now raised more money
than the one to save her.

By a lot.

Geez.
Yeah.

Okay.

Anna, we need to know
where Curtis is

before he hurts anyone
or himself.

How did this ha-happen?

Listen.

Is there anybody
who might know where he is?

A friend?
Somebody he might confide in?

He didn't have
a lot of friends.

I don't think he had any,
to be honest.

After my husband died,

he just retreated more
and more into his computer.

Okay. Does... uh...

Curtis, was he close to his dad?

Yeah, Jim was always better

at getting through to him
than I was.

Is that Ventura Pier?

We used to go there
all the time.

Jim's parents

had a beach house
in Ventura.

Well, we still have it,

but we haven't
been there

in years.

It's...

hard to go there without Jim,
but also...

I couldn't bring myself
to sell it.

We're going to need the address
to that beach house.

Hmm.

How long before our
team is on the ground?

Agent Callen and Agent Hanna
are en route now.

Agent Namazi is a few minutes
ahead of them.

Ventura PD did a drive-by
at the beach house

but found no sign
of Curtis's van.

I am still
working on tracing

the uploaded video
to that specific location

to confirm that Curtis
is actually there.

Curtis's plan is to livestream
Gia's execution, correct?

So he says.

Then let's deny him
his most powerful weapon.

What the hell?

Damn it. I lost the wireless.

Cell service here is crap.

Uh-oh.

Look who's not going to be able
to stream his grand finale.

People are paying me
to watch you die...

...and I'm gonna give 'em
their money's worth.

Put the phone down and your
hands in the air, Curtis.

Where's Gia?

It's over, Curtis.

Put the gun down.

You're ruining my plan.

You're ruining everything!

Your only concern right now
is being surrounded

by federal agents.

Your best bet is
to put the gun down

before you make a wrong move.

If I can't get the money...

...then people are going
to know my name.

That's not how you want
to be remembered, Curtis.

Come on.

I want Gia to live
every day of her stupid life

with my blood on her hands.

I hate her.

I hate all of them!

I know that's not
what your dad would want.

You don't know my dad.

I know he died hoping
he'd done his job.

He'd want you
to make good choices.

What choice do you think
your dad would want you to make

right now, Curtis? Huh?

Put the gun down, son.

Come on.

Put it down,
Curtis.

Hands behind your back.

Fatima, we got him.

Is Gia okay?

Probably not okay,
but she's safe.

Oh, my gosh, I really hated
leaving her like that.

Who, Anna?

Yeah. I mean,
can you imagine being the mother

of somebody who would do
something like this?

Whew. I think
a lot of parents

had the worst day
of their life today.

Including
the ambassador.

But personally,
I can't stop thinking about

what I would do to protect
our daughter. Right?

I mean, I was barely
holding it together

when you were in Mexico.

Well, if we have a kid--

lucky enough to have one--

they may not end up
in a dangerous line of work.

Okay, but what
if she does?

Then we would do
the same thing we would do

with a kid
regardless of their gender.

All right, so,
support her unconditionally.

Teach her jujitsu,

tactical training,
maybe some sayoc.

Oh, geez.

What? I mean,
look at Gia.

Even if we raise a strong,
confident, independent woman

with an amazing skill set,

she could still
end up in danger.

I get it now.

Why people pledge
to do right by their daughters.

I just wonder why
we don't put that much thought

into how we raise our sons.

You came all the way back here?

I know, it's insane.

That is a lot of driving
on L.A. highways.

Freeways?
What do you guys call them?

You know, driving
helps me decompress.

Think about how
the day went.

How it could have gone.

You know, and it's
kind of my thing,

to just come up here

and make sure
everything is all good

before I call it a day.

Hmm. Well, your meticulousness
is admirable.

Oh, right back at you.

It's a pretty amazing team
you're a part of.

You should be very proud.

Thank you.

You know, Aliyah,
you fit in great here.

Hopefully it's not too long
before we see you again.

How about a drink
right now?

Can we make it a coffee?

Uh, I will make mine an Irish
and you got a deal.

Let's do it.

Uh, it's 5:00

somewhere, right?
Yeah, right?

Okay, you have to tell me
where you got your jacket from.

Oh. Yeah. But I want
to know about that scarf.

You got to wonder
if it's worth it.

For these
social influencers.

I mean, does the good
outweigh the bad?

Harder to tell these days.

Yeah.

I wonder how long it'll be
before Gia's back online?

Not as long as you think.

They all seem to find
a way back, don't they?

Pull up a chair.

No, I can't stay.

I just dropped by to pass on

the ambassador's sincere thanks
to you two.

I think her
official statement was,

"I owe them one."

Mm.

Well, it's all in
a day's work, Admiral.

Indeed, gentlemen.

And tomorrow is another day.

Oh, um, Agent Hanna...

My car guy will be
by your place bright and early

to detail
the Hellcat.

Consider it
a thank-you

for allowing me to
borrow your parking spot.

Oh, well, you know...

I appreciate
the offer, sir, but...

it's not necessary.

Technically, it's
not my spot, so...

Oh.

Well, in that case,

I think I'll claim it as my own.

It's a good spot.

Have a good
evening, gentlemen.

Shut up.
I didn't say anything.

Don't.