NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 2, Episode 19 - Enemy Within - full transcript
Defence Intelligence Agency Lieutenant Commander Chambers, an expert on president General Chavez's Venezuela, is missing since his meeting with immigrant Mexican Juan Munoz, who was killed about that time. The team must clear up both's fate before the arrival in LA of charismatic Venezuelan opposition leader Antonio Medina, whose pro-US attitude Chambers's statistic model questions. Deeks must meanwhile pick an NCIS course.
You okay?
Nice gangster walk.
Feel like I was thrown
out of a moving car.
You were thrown
out of a moving car.
Several times.
Well, not recently.
Was I?
This is why I'm telling you, G,
if you don't take
care of yourself,
it becomes cumulative.
Every broken bone,
gunshot, stab wound...
Camel bite.
It starts to add up.
You need a real
bed, a real diet,
some flaxseed oil,
maybe a little Pilates.
You know what, I'll stick
with coffee and aspirin.
See, you're treating
the symptoms
and not the problem.
I can't have a partner I need to
push around in a wheelchair.
Where do you think
you're gonna be
in a few years,
you keep this up?
I'll probably be killed
on the job long before that.
Why do you do that?
Why do I even talk to you?
You keep this up,
I'm gonna stop.
Promises, promises.
Angry Birds?
Plants versus Zombies.
Played for four hours
straight last night.
Don't know if I'm proud
or ashamed of that.
Did you get
the, uh... ow.
Did you get the
little Hetty note?
No.
By the way, there's no such
thing as a "little Hetty note."
There's a big Hetty note,
there's a holy moly
Hetty note...
there's an oh dear God
Hetty note.
I-I get it.
How bad is it?
Expense account?
Hygiene again?
I haven't opened it.
Oh, brave man,
Mr. Deeks.
I'd be quick about it.
We have a problem.
More specifically,
I have a problem with you.
Me?
At a routine
Agent Readiness audit,
you were found to be
woefully behind
the rest of the team
in Professional Development.
"Professional Development."
Yes.
Coursework to further one's
skill set in a given profession.
While we may believe
that you're up to the task...
statistically speaking,
an agent's training level has
a high correlation to survival.
Who am I
to argue with statistics?
Right.
No, no, of course.
But, uh, my training
comes from the streets.
Oh, really?
The tough streets
of the San Fernando Valley?
Not exactly Fallujah,
Kandahar or Medellín.
Okay, you don't get to pull the
Special Forces tough guy card,
'cause it's not in your wallet.
Maybe Sam's, maybe Callen's...
Maybe Hetty's.
Maybe... Hetty...
You will choose from that list
of courses, Mr. Deeks.
And you, Miss Blye,
will be in charge of overseeing
its completion.
Ops Center.
We have a case.
"CQB, Close Quarter Battle"?
"Urban Warfare"?
I took CQB and Urban.
It's excellent.
This is a terrible idea.
I bet you even got your
special agent friendship badge.
You're lucky they
let you get this far
without your D.O.D.
Advanced training.
Okay, I am an LAPD liaison.
So we were led to believe.
"Offensive Driving"?
Really?
This is Los Angeles... everybody's
driving is offensive.
Besides, I've already
taken that.
Isn't there, like, a, like,
a "master of disguise" course
or, like, a "ninja weapons"?
You know, that,
that would be cool.
Let's make this quick, Eric.
Deeks has got to get
back to class.
Is there no privacy here?
Nope.
Apparently, Hetty is determined
to make you
a highly skilled operative.
Good luck with that.
I'm a highly skilled operative.
What? I am.
Of course you are,
Mr. Deeks.
Eric, please.
According to the time stamp,
these photos were taken
two days ago.
At the Malibu Pier.
They were
anonymously e-mailed to
the NCIS headquarters
last night.
Guy in the green
is Lieutenant Commander Daniel
Chambers, Naval lntelligence.
Who's the other guy?
We don't know yet.
But let's just say
this was his last trip
to the pier.
Strangled.
With a garrote.
Body was found by a surfer
who called 911.
Call came in just seven minutes
after these photos were taken
of his meeting with Chambers.
What about Chambers?
He's a fully trained and
highly regarded intel officer
assigned to
the Defense lntelligence Agency.
He has not reported
for duty in two days.
Since the photos were taken.
Now, Chambers is an expert
in Venezuelan politics.
He's been tracking
a rising star,
Antonio Medina,
who is supposedly
going to give
President Hugo Chavez a run for
his money in the next election.
Medina's also pro-America.
Medina's on
his way to Los Angeles.
We have any idea
where Chambers is now?
His car has been parked
in the same spot for two days,
his credit cards
have not been used,
and his phone
has been turned off.
Not promising.
I did access his cell phone's
incoming calls.
Mostly from his ex-wife
and the base.
But on the day he went missing,
there was three calls
from the Malibu Hotel...
it's room 303.
That's just five blocks
from the Malibu Pier.
All right, Sam and I
will take the motel.
Kensi, Deeks,
talk to the ex-wife.
One guy strangled,
one guy missing,
another guy taking photos of it.
Just another day in Tinsel Town.
What do you think the chances
are Chambers is still alive?
I'm hoping for the best.
But expecting the worst.
Half empty.
Clear.
Clear.
Antonio Medina's L.A. itinerary.
Times, places and standard
operating procedures.
Everything you need to assist
with his security detail.
Or an assassination.
It's a quick trip,
in and out, lands in one hour.
If they're gonna hit him,
it'll be in the next six hours.
Tick-tock.
Okay.
Surveillance video doesn't show
the room or the parking lot
or the manager's office.
That's effective.
Manager says the room
was rented by a woman
who paid in cash
for the entire month.
Doesn't remember Chambers.
Makes sense.
Looks like the kind of place
you come not to be remembered.
What about the woman?
Medium height,
dark hair, sunglasses.
So, basically,
half the women in L.A.
Eric's sending
a surveillance crew
in case somebody comes back.
Two guys meet,
one ends up dead,
the other hasn't been
heard from since.
There's no way this plays
out well for Chambers.
He's either the killer, he's
on the run, or he's dead.
Medina needs
to cancel his visit.
Hetty spoke with
State Department.
Medina's visit is still on.
They think we're overreacting.
Typical.
Political ambition
trumps common sense.
Apparently, Medina is
some critical ally.
And he's supposed to raise
over a million dollars
at tonight's fund-raiser.
So, uh, canceling or visible
security is bad for business.
At the very least,
they need to alter
his itinerary, change the venue.
Their dignitary
doesn't believe the threat.
Surveillance unit
is two minutes out.
Chambers' director
is at the boat shed.
Nell is an expert
on South America.
She's already there.
Okay, thanks.
Callen and Sam
just found evidence
that someone might be trying
to assassinate Medina.
The plot thickens.
You ready to check out
Chambers' ex-wife?
I don't know;
I haven't taken
my Bungalow Breaching Course
or my Tactical
Ex-wife lnterrogation
Using Household Objects.
Oh, no.
What?
Are you sulking?
No, I'm not sulking,
'cause I don't sulk.
Oh, you sulk.
What happen, the other
boys hurt your feelings?
Oh, nice.
Now you're mocking me.
That's awesome.
You know why?
'Cause that's who you are.
You're a mocker.
You're a sulker.
Mocker.
Sulker.
Mocker.
Yes?
Emily Chambers?
Hi, I'm Detective Marty Deeks.
This is Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.
We wanted to ask some questions
about your ex-husband.
Sure. Uh, of course.
Is Daniel in
some sort of trouble?
That's what we're trying
to find out.
Come on in.
Lieutenant Commander Chambers
joined DIA two years ago.
He was put on our Venezuela
task force last August,
tracking Antonio Medina...
who's not only a rising star,
he's also pro-American.
And that is a rarity
in Venezuela.
Chambers turn up
anything interesting?
Yeah, he covered his bases.
Submitted multiple
intelligence reports.
Our job is to keep an eye on
the local political terrain,
particularly nations
hostile to U.S. interests,
see if anything big
is coming down the pike.
He was very meticulous.
Any chance Chambers
is doing something illegal?
He's an absolute
straight-arrow.
If anything, the guy was too
passionate about his work.
Medina is, quote,
"an opportunist.
"If he were elected
to higher office,
he would be "worse
than Hugo Chavez"?
Worse than Chavez?
A guy who called America
a terrorist state?
I thought Medina was
a U.S. ally.
Hold on. Chambers' background
is computer science.
And by that, you mean
he was basing his assumptions
on a souped-up HiPS analysis?
HiPS is experimental.
Not to mention classified.
Chambers was beta testing
a version of HiPS...
High Precision Search.
Basically it analyzes
everything
a person says publicly,
over a lifetime,
to uncover extremist views
otherwise missed.
In essence, yes.
Were any of these views missed?
By the intelligence community.
CIA, DIA?
According to Chambers.
Hm. Awkward.
Excuse me. Who are you?
Uh, lntelligence Analyst
Nell Jones.
Hm. The algorithm,
as used by Chambers,
is unproven,
and no replacement
for human intel.
Yeah, I've played around
with it a fair bit.
I was able to spot
General Manuel Noriega
back when the U.S.
Supported him,
Pol Pot in the early days,
and Mikhail Gorbachev
when we still hated him...
came out a moderate.
Chambers was in the early stages
of intelligence gathering.
Oh, it's interesting stuff,
but ultimately
a bit far-fetched.
Really?
Because the stakes aren't.
I mean, Venezuela
has known ties
to Iran, does it not?
Yes, but...
And we know that Iran
has a clandestine nuclear program
that could potentially spread
to the Southern Hemisphere.
It's a remote risk.
And isn't it true that Venezuela
has been trying to form a block
with Bolivia, Nicaragua
and Cuba
to counter U.S.
Dominance in the region?
There have been concerns, yeah.
Add into the mix,
a nuclear Venezuela,
and now you have a nuke
90 miles off
the coast of Florida,
not to mention the more
realistic possibility
that these countries become a
training and launching ground
for Al-Qaeda.
Okay, Nell, thank you.
Can we have the captain
for a minute, please?
Uh, yeah, sure.
It was nice to meet you.
Pleasure's all mine.
But you're not
buying it, are you?
Medina was resolutely
pro-American.
He's beloved by the ex-pat
community here.
Chambers' HiPS analysis
contradicts everything we know.
What if he's right?
I doubt it.
Occam's Razor...
the simplest explanation
is the best.
Usually the best.
Sounds to me like you ignored
your intel officer.
And you may have stumbled
across something
that might have gotten
him killed.
Well, I truly hope not.
Chambers was a good man.
Let's hope he still is.
Am I in trouble?
No. But next time, pick on
somebody your own size.
Take a look at this.
"But we also would like
the pride and respect
"to come back to the
people of Venezuela.
"You don't just need a leader...
"You need a great leader.
"A friend to nations
large and small."
Impressive speaker.
Charisma to spare.
In the right context, he'd be
a force to be reckoned with.
What kind of force is he?
Pro, anti, terrorist threat,
other kind of threat?
The truth is
it doesn't matter what kind
of a threat Medina is.
The only thing that matters
is that we keep him safe
from being assassinated
on U.S. soil.
Has your husband
ever mentioned the name
Antonio Medina to you?
No.
But we don't talk about work.
We talk all the time
about Allie,
because she doesn't speak
to the two of us,
but that's because
on any given day,
one of the two of us is ruining
her 12-year-old life.
Hey, Mom...
Yes?
Can I have your laptop?
Why don't you
finish your homework.
'Cause I really don't
feel like it.
Saw a pretty cool
trampoline out back there.
You mind if I jump on it?
What?
Cops can't jump on trampolines?
That's right, I'm a cop.
Chase bad guys, I eat doughnuts.
It's okay, Als.
Why don't you show
the detective
the backyard.
Ah! I saw that...
you rolled your eyes.
I'll race you.
One, two, three, go.
So can you tell me
what is going on?
Who is Antonio Medina?
Your ex-husband
thinks that he might be
a national security threat.
And he just might be caught up
in something dangerous.
Daniel?
No, that is not possible.
Daniel's way too by-the-book.
And he wouldn't do anything that
would take him away from Allie.
Haven't seen that in awhile.
She's actually laughing.
Yeah, he has that
effect on people.
She's had a really
tough time lately.
You know, at her age
with friends and school,
plus the divorce,
if something were
to happen to her dad...
It sounds like you two
are pretty tight.
He's a great guy,
he is a great dad...
we are not a great couple.
Hello.
Hello?
That's the third time today.
Do you think that might be
your ex trying to reach Allie?
She got one, too.
Hey, Eric,
I need you to trace the last
call to Emily Chambers.
Searching.
It's a cell phone.
Tracing the GPS. Got it.
Kensi, the call came
from right outside the house.
Deeks.
Yeah.
I'm coming.
Hey. We'll see you later.
Bye.
Come on! Let's go!
That was fun.
Awesome kid, by the way.
Thank you.
There.
Blue truck.
What is he doing?
Hold up.
What'd I say about
L.A. drivers.
- Eric?
- Yeah.
I need you to pull
every surveillance camera
in a ten-block radius.
Blue pickup truck, GMC, '07
or '08, no plates,
just tried to run us down.
Accessing surveillance.
ATMs, traffic cams.
Can you track a cell phone?
It's turned off.
It was a burn phone.
Probably dumped it.
- Kensi, did you get a look at the driver?
- No.
The man strangled
in the parking lot...
his family reported him missing.
We have a name and address.
My Uncle Juan was
a day laborer.
He'd go to the Home Depot
or car wash every morning.
We're very sorry for your loss.
It's just so ironic.
We left Juarez because
of the violence...
the cartels, the drug war.
Juan was from Mexico,
not Venezuela?
Yes. We all are.
Everyone in this complex.
Everyone we know, really.
That's L.A.
When was the last time
you saw your uncle?
Two days ago.
I have a driver's license,
so I drop the guys off
by the car wash on Tujunga
at 4:00 a.m.
Hard-working guys.
And girls.
My family didn't come here
just to sit around.
We came for a better life.
And I'm determined
to see it through.
I'm sure you will, Rosa.
This day labor hangout's
got a hundred guys.
Probably could have
been anyone.
And they just needed someone
to be the delivery guy.
Yo.
Eric.
Yeah.
I'm sending you the address
where our delivery
guy was last seen.
Got it. Sending
to Kensi and Deeks now.
Nada. Nada.
Nada.
Nothing.
They say they know nothing.
Or to be more exact...
"No habla lngles."
And then I started
speaking Spanish
and they said
"No habla Espanol."
Nada.
I think they think I'm ICE.
I think they just
don't like you.
I'm telling you.
All right, go get 'em, tiger.
Buenos.
Buenos, senorita.
Okay. Gracias.
Okay.
Kens. Eric, I got a positive I.
D. On the truck.
Juan Munoz was picked up
at the car wash.
Copy that.
Nice, nice.
I'm impressed. Yay.
Don't do that.
Don't gloat.
Did you choose a class yet?
Or nag.
And I'm happy to share...
I'm thinking FATS.
Firearms Training Simulator.
Nice.
Lots of interesting theories
and techniques for you to get
your head around.
I can test you. No no.
I picked it 'cause I know it.
It's in here.
You want to know why?
Because working a case
is my classroom.
That is a very small classroom.
What do we got, Eric?
This is from a traffic camera
outside the car wash.
The footage was taken at 10:04 a.
M. Two days ago.
That's Munoz.
And here's our driver.
It's a she.
Ran facial recognition
But the image is too blurry.
That fits the description
of the woman from the motel.
Now, our mystery woman,
picks up day laborer Munoz,
who winds up dead after a
handoff to our missing Chambers.
She then rents a motel room
from which Chambers receives
numerous phone calls
and we find classified details
of Medina's itinerary.
And now the truck she's driving
is staking out Chambers' house.
If they've killed Chambers,
the question is why.
What did he know that could have
jeopardized their plan?
What if Chambers didn't stumble
on the plot?
What if he's a part of the plot?
Chambers went rogue?
He sent up warning flares,
nobody believed him.
He sees Medina's rise to power
as an issue
of national security.
Chambers gets
the manila envelope
with Medina's itinerary,
he disappears.
Kills Munoz to cover his tracks.
Or what if he's being
forced into it?
I mean, someone could have leverage
over him we don't know about.
No, Chambers' record
was squeaky clean.
No evidence of
alcohol or drug abuse,
no gambling, no debts.
Or maybe someone needs
leverage over him.
We still don't know
what that blue is doing outside
the family's house.
Only way you get to a man
like Chambers...
is through his daughter.
OMG!
I know.
I know!
He was a total crazy person.
But totally cute, too.
I can't believe
I just said that.
You can't tell anyone.
Please, please, please...
Hey.
Callen.
Kensi, anything?
No. Emily's hanging in there.
An Amber Alert was sent out.
It's all over the local news,
freeway signs and Internet.
Nice going.
Yeah, but it wasn't us.
911 got three calls in
four minutes.
Four minutes?
Including two accurate license
plate numbers,
and a lady I.D.'d the van
a block away.
She'd gotten a text
from a friend.
Huh. Nice neighbors.
Yeah.
Well, everyone's okay here,
so thank her mom
for participating
and come on back.
The agents will let us know
if he calls.
Okay.
You know what?
Okay, you ready?
Tough... Tough...
Tough... Wha...?
Eight wins in a row?
Wow.
Little card shark.
Anything?
No. Allie?
She's happy
she's played her part well.
She's worried about her dad.
If they're trying
to leverage him,
we've taken that option
away from them.
And if he's acting alone,
this might flush him out.
Unless he doesn't care
about his daughter
'cause he's really snapped.
Or he thinks killing Medina
will protect her
from what he sees is a growing
threat to her future.
I gotta tell you, I'm not liking
any of these scenarios.
Top three things
to think of
in a "good shoot/bad shoot"
operational scenario.
What?
Come on, your
professional development.
Oh. The bad guys.
Hostages, furtive movement
and anomalies,
something like a guy wearing a
ski parka during the summer.
Yeah, I know what
an "anomaly" is.
Medina's security team
has been with him
a long time...
military training.
Highly qualified, no red flags.
Their plan is good.
Arrive at Santa Monica Airport.
No public access.
Head straight to the fund-raiser
at a private reception hall
in Beverly Hills,
turn around and leave.
Yeah, but the route
they're taking
hasn't been determined yet.
They decide that at
the last minute,
to avoid having to secure
miles of city streets.
The best point of contact
is the reception hall.
Or catch him during
his entrance or exit.
So where would you set up
to take a shot, Sam?
It's a good vantage point
from up here.
Hide a collapsible rifle in
your jacket,
you'd have a clear shot.
Maybe arrive in the morning
and find a place to hide?
Sneak in through the exit.
Use a syringe.
A syringe?
Wouldn't he feel that?
You do it fast in
a crowded room,
he'd never know what hit him.
Nobody'd know what happened.
And you create a diversion to
cloud the intended exit.
By the time they lock everything
down, he'll be long gone.
That's how I'd do it.
Yeah, me, too.
They teach you guys that
in Lethal lnjection 101?
Who's mocking now?
I got something on
the pickup truck.
No plates, but I found
a small sticker.
It's a rental, obtained with
a bogus driver's license.
It is, however, fitted with
a GPS navigation system.
And I have an address.
If I ever go off
the reservation,
you have my permission
to take me out.
Well, how far off?
I mean, you've pushed it
pretty far
and I haven't killed you yet.
All the way.
You know, go rogue.
You?
Never gonna happen.
I've never seen anybody
see more sides
of a coin than you.
If anybody's gonna snap,
it's me.
You? Textbook SEAL.
Blood pressure's undetectable.
Do you even have
a blood pressure?
If something gets to you,
you take it out
on the heavy bag.
You're lucky like that.
If anybody's gonna snap...
Kensi.
Good luck, Deeks.
Okay, perimeter's clear
except for
the two guys at the entrance.
You think Chambers is in there?
Truck's the common denominator.
And our only lead.
They're packing.
All right, so how
do we want to play this?
Biscuit.
Biscuit?
What the hell's a Biscuit?
Biscuit?!
Biscuit?!
Hey, have you seen
my dog? I lost him.
He's kind of medium-size.
I have no idea where he is.
Dude, you just
fell for the Biscuit.
Jose?
Jose, que tu haces?!
Don't...
Is he alive?
Yeah.
So much for our assassin.
I gotta,
I gotta sit down again.
Can you tell us what happened?
Uh, a guy said that he had
damning evidence
of Medina's ties
to the Middle East.
He said to meet him on the pier
in 20 minutes or he'd leave.
I figured it was safe.
Last thing I remember
is walking to my car.
They're not talking.
What is this all about?
You're the patsy.
You sounded
the alarm on Medina.
Asking questions,
writing reports.
Medina gets assassinated,
you take the fall.
You're lucky.
By the looks of things
we probably would have
found you in
a motel room dead,
with a suicide note
and the murder weapon.
"Naval intel agent,
highly critical of Medina,
snaps, kills him."
You almost convinced us.
What do you know about her?
Her name is Helen.
I met her at a lecture series
at UCLA a few weeks ago.
I knew she was out of my league.
We were, uh, together
at a motel when I got the call.
She drove me there,
said she'd wait for me.
Found this inside.
Surveillance photos
from your meeting
at the Malibu pier are
on the memory card.
I can't believe
that I fell for this.
They set you up good.
Really, really good.
Question is, who are "they"?
Look, there's a hard-line
faction in the country
led by a guy named
Miguel Cortez,
he's like the Karl Rove
of Caracas.
They stand to gain
the most out of this.
They eliminate their biggest
opponent on American soil,
we take the blame,
and anti-Americanism
just runs rampant.
So instead of leading the charge
against America,
Chavez would ride on
the coattails of the masses.
Yeah, he's at 70% approval.
Imagine 95.
With a hard-line agenda.
Where's Medina now?
He just landed.
Be in Beverly Hills in an hour.
State won't shut it down,
neither will Medina.
And if they do, we'll probably
never catch them.
The protocols, the itinerary...
it's an inside job.
Someone close to Medina.
Yeah, but other than Helen,
we have no idea who
the players are.
Making their chances of success
uncomfortably high.
We're just gonna have
to smoke 'em out.
Can you walk?
I'm fine.
Advanced Hostage Training.
You guys and your classes.
A waiter?
Why do I get waiter?
Talk to Hetty.
And Deeks.
I mean, Kensi, I get.
Deeks, in that suit?
I'm in polyester?
I take exception to that.
Except away.
I'm in maroon.
Can I mention that, uh,
dress is off the charts?
Deeks, don't.
What? I'm just
role-playing the gushing date.
Yeah? Oh. Come here.
You have a little...
I do?
No. I'm just
role-playing.
Honey.
Buenas tardes.
All right, so if we're right,
none of these guys
should recognize you,
except of course the people
that are responsible for it.
That includes
that woman Helen, or whatever
her real name is.
I'm on that.
Buenas tardes.
Gracias por esta aqui.
Buenas tardes, buenas tardes.
Guy talking to his sleeve.
I'm on him.
Got another one.
Kensi, eyes on Medina.
Deeks, stay with Chambers.
On it.
Federal agent!
Suspect down, Sam.
Two down.
One to go.
My friends, my countrymen,
mis amigos.
Better yet,
my friends with money.
I want you to be able to
tell your friends here in L.A.
Here, in the City of Angels,
"Soy Venezolano,
y a mucho orgullo."
"I am Venezuelan,
and I am proud of it."
I love America.
He sounds like he likes America.
You have to read between
the lines. Orgullo.
"Pride."
His overriding desire
is for a strong Venezuela.
Well, if he's
so dangerous, why are you
risking your life to save him?
Assassination is
rarely the answer.
If he gets shot, someone else
will take his place.
Statistically speaking.
You are meticulous.
Education is the foundation
we need for our people...
Whoa, we got incoming.
Education is a
matter of social justice.
We need to talk about
a greater Venezuela.
A brilliant and freer Venezuela.
Freedom and justice...
Girl, red dress, two o'clock.
You know her?
That's Helen.
Kensi, we got Helen leaving.
East side exit.
Stay with Chambers.
Freedom and greatness
will be ours for the taking.
I invite you to join me
in this journey.
Hey, honey,
get out of my way.
Lo siento, chica.
Drop it!
Just once, I would love
to get dressed up
to go out and not have
to chase a suspect
or get shot at.
Where's the fun in that?
Ha, ha.
Another wardrobe
malfunction, Ms. Blye?
I'm sorry, Hetty.
Small price to pay for
a successful assignment.
Thank you.
Any word on our
three musketeers?
Yes. Diego Brazon,
head of security,
and Jose Garcia, attaché,
were in the army
in the same unit
as Migel Cortez.
Cortez is the leader of the
hard-line faction in Venezuela.
Yeah, Chambers said he's
the Karl Rove of Caracas.
What about Helen?
Uh, real name is Maria Rivero.
She's Cortez's girlfriend.
No wonder she set off
my spidey-senses.
Anything in a skirt sets off
your spidey-senses.
You're right.
She's right.
The State
Department has come round
to Chamber's
assessment of Medina.
Well, just because
someone's paranoid
doesn't mean they're not right.
Or in this case, just because
you shouldn't assassinate
someone doesn't mean it wouldn't
make the world a nicer place.
What about Medina?
Any thanks for saving his life?
He still doesn't know.
What about
his disappearing
security detail?
He suspicious?
The campaign has been informed
that they were detained
on smuggling charges.
Sounds to me like the
wait-and-see approach.
So wait and see if he gets
assassinated somewhere else?
Well, that's it for me.
I need a bath and all you can
eat chicken and waffle buffet,
not necessarily in that order.
Not so fast,
Mr. Deeks.
We need to discuss your exam.
Do we?
Allie?
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
Come here, baby! Oh!
Hmm. Cute kid.
Except she cheats at Slap Jack.
Who doesn't?
You know, saving politicians
from getting assassinated
is cool and all...
But this...
this is what keeps
me in the game.
You?
Yeah.
And we get to drive
some pretty cool cars.
And you get to hang with me.
That's not exactly
a selling point.
You'd rather be partnered
with Kensi and Deeks?
Those my only choices?
That's like choosing between
being burned, flayed,
or stoned to death.
You want to walk?
You could walk.
I'd probably be safer.
Thank you.
You ready, Detective Deeks?
Bring it on like Donkey Kong!
Let's begin.
Okay.
You ready?
Oh!
Deeks one, bad guys zero.
Oh, little girl with
a lollypop. You live.
Cheeky bastard.
Nice gangster walk.
Feel like I was thrown
out of a moving car.
You were thrown
out of a moving car.
Several times.
Well, not recently.
Was I?
This is why I'm telling you, G,
if you don't take
care of yourself,
it becomes cumulative.
Every broken bone,
gunshot, stab wound...
Camel bite.
It starts to add up.
You need a real
bed, a real diet,
some flaxseed oil,
maybe a little Pilates.
You know what, I'll stick
with coffee and aspirin.
See, you're treating
the symptoms
and not the problem.
I can't have a partner I need to
push around in a wheelchair.
Where do you think
you're gonna be
in a few years,
you keep this up?
I'll probably be killed
on the job long before that.
Why do you do that?
Why do I even talk to you?
You keep this up,
I'm gonna stop.
Promises, promises.
Angry Birds?
Plants versus Zombies.
Played for four hours
straight last night.
Don't know if I'm proud
or ashamed of that.
Did you get
the, uh... ow.
Did you get the
little Hetty note?
No.
By the way, there's no such
thing as a "little Hetty note."
There's a big Hetty note,
there's a holy moly
Hetty note...
there's an oh dear God
Hetty note.
I-I get it.
How bad is it?
Expense account?
Hygiene again?
I haven't opened it.
Oh, brave man,
Mr. Deeks.
I'd be quick about it.
We have a problem.
More specifically,
I have a problem with you.
Me?
At a routine
Agent Readiness audit,
you were found to be
woefully behind
the rest of the team
in Professional Development.
"Professional Development."
Yes.
Coursework to further one's
skill set in a given profession.
While we may believe
that you're up to the task...
statistically speaking,
an agent's training level has
a high correlation to survival.
Who am I
to argue with statistics?
Right.
No, no, of course.
But, uh, my training
comes from the streets.
Oh, really?
The tough streets
of the San Fernando Valley?
Not exactly Fallujah,
Kandahar or Medellín.
Okay, you don't get to pull the
Special Forces tough guy card,
'cause it's not in your wallet.
Maybe Sam's, maybe Callen's...
Maybe Hetty's.
Maybe... Hetty...
You will choose from that list
of courses, Mr. Deeks.
And you, Miss Blye,
will be in charge of overseeing
its completion.
Ops Center.
We have a case.
"CQB, Close Quarter Battle"?
"Urban Warfare"?
I took CQB and Urban.
It's excellent.
This is a terrible idea.
I bet you even got your
special agent friendship badge.
You're lucky they
let you get this far
without your D.O.D.
Advanced training.
Okay, I am an LAPD liaison.
So we were led to believe.
"Offensive Driving"?
Really?
This is Los Angeles... everybody's
driving is offensive.
Besides, I've already
taken that.
Isn't there, like, a, like,
a "master of disguise" course
or, like, a "ninja weapons"?
You know, that,
that would be cool.
Let's make this quick, Eric.
Deeks has got to get
back to class.
Is there no privacy here?
Nope.
Apparently, Hetty is determined
to make you
a highly skilled operative.
Good luck with that.
I'm a highly skilled operative.
What? I am.
Of course you are,
Mr. Deeks.
Eric, please.
According to the time stamp,
these photos were taken
two days ago.
At the Malibu Pier.
They were
anonymously e-mailed to
the NCIS headquarters
last night.
Guy in the green
is Lieutenant Commander Daniel
Chambers, Naval lntelligence.
Who's the other guy?
We don't know yet.
But let's just say
this was his last trip
to the pier.
Strangled.
With a garrote.
Body was found by a surfer
who called 911.
Call came in just seven minutes
after these photos were taken
of his meeting with Chambers.
What about Chambers?
He's a fully trained and
highly regarded intel officer
assigned to
the Defense lntelligence Agency.
He has not reported
for duty in two days.
Since the photos were taken.
Now, Chambers is an expert
in Venezuelan politics.
He's been tracking
a rising star,
Antonio Medina,
who is supposedly
going to give
President Hugo Chavez a run for
his money in the next election.
Medina's also pro-America.
Medina's on
his way to Los Angeles.
We have any idea
where Chambers is now?
His car has been parked
in the same spot for two days,
his credit cards
have not been used,
and his phone
has been turned off.
Not promising.
I did access his cell phone's
incoming calls.
Mostly from his ex-wife
and the base.
But on the day he went missing,
there was three calls
from the Malibu Hotel...
it's room 303.
That's just five blocks
from the Malibu Pier.
All right, Sam and I
will take the motel.
Kensi, Deeks,
talk to the ex-wife.
One guy strangled,
one guy missing,
another guy taking photos of it.
Just another day in Tinsel Town.
What do you think the chances
are Chambers is still alive?
I'm hoping for the best.
But expecting the worst.
Half empty.
Clear.
Clear.
Antonio Medina's L.A. itinerary.
Times, places and standard
operating procedures.
Everything you need to assist
with his security detail.
Or an assassination.
It's a quick trip,
in and out, lands in one hour.
If they're gonna hit him,
it'll be in the next six hours.
Tick-tock.
Okay.
Surveillance video doesn't show
the room or the parking lot
or the manager's office.
That's effective.
Manager says the room
was rented by a woman
who paid in cash
for the entire month.
Doesn't remember Chambers.
Makes sense.
Looks like the kind of place
you come not to be remembered.
What about the woman?
Medium height,
dark hair, sunglasses.
So, basically,
half the women in L.A.
Eric's sending
a surveillance crew
in case somebody comes back.
Two guys meet,
one ends up dead,
the other hasn't been
heard from since.
There's no way this plays
out well for Chambers.
He's either the killer, he's
on the run, or he's dead.
Medina needs
to cancel his visit.
Hetty spoke with
State Department.
Medina's visit is still on.
They think we're overreacting.
Typical.
Political ambition
trumps common sense.
Apparently, Medina is
some critical ally.
And he's supposed to raise
over a million dollars
at tonight's fund-raiser.
So, uh, canceling or visible
security is bad for business.
At the very least,
they need to alter
his itinerary, change the venue.
Their dignitary
doesn't believe the threat.
Surveillance unit
is two minutes out.
Chambers' director
is at the boat shed.
Nell is an expert
on South America.
She's already there.
Okay, thanks.
Callen and Sam
just found evidence
that someone might be trying
to assassinate Medina.
The plot thickens.
You ready to check out
Chambers' ex-wife?
I don't know;
I haven't taken
my Bungalow Breaching Course
or my Tactical
Ex-wife lnterrogation
Using Household Objects.
Oh, no.
What?
Are you sulking?
No, I'm not sulking,
'cause I don't sulk.
Oh, you sulk.
What happen, the other
boys hurt your feelings?
Oh, nice.
Now you're mocking me.
That's awesome.
You know why?
'Cause that's who you are.
You're a mocker.
You're a sulker.
Mocker.
Sulker.
Mocker.
Yes?
Emily Chambers?
Hi, I'm Detective Marty Deeks.
This is Special Agent
Kensi Blye, NCIS.
We wanted to ask some questions
about your ex-husband.
Sure. Uh, of course.
Is Daniel in
some sort of trouble?
That's what we're trying
to find out.
Come on in.
Lieutenant Commander Chambers
joined DIA two years ago.
He was put on our Venezuela
task force last August,
tracking Antonio Medina...
who's not only a rising star,
he's also pro-American.
And that is a rarity
in Venezuela.
Chambers turn up
anything interesting?
Yeah, he covered his bases.
Submitted multiple
intelligence reports.
Our job is to keep an eye on
the local political terrain,
particularly nations
hostile to U.S. interests,
see if anything big
is coming down the pike.
He was very meticulous.
Any chance Chambers
is doing something illegal?
He's an absolute
straight-arrow.
If anything, the guy was too
passionate about his work.
Medina is, quote,
"an opportunist.
"If he were elected
to higher office,
he would be "worse
than Hugo Chavez"?
Worse than Chavez?
A guy who called America
a terrorist state?
I thought Medina was
a U.S. ally.
Hold on. Chambers' background
is computer science.
And by that, you mean
he was basing his assumptions
on a souped-up HiPS analysis?
HiPS is experimental.
Not to mention classified.
Chambers was beta testing
a version of HiPS...
High Precision Search.
Basically it analyzes
everything
a person says publicly,
over a lifetime,
to uncover extremist views
otherwise missed.
In essence, yes.
Were any of these views missed?
By the intelligence community.
CIA, DIA?
According to Chambers.
Hm. Awkward.
Excuse me. Who are you?
Uh, lntelligence Analyst
Nell Jones.
Hm. The algorithm,
as used by Chambers,
is unproven,
and no replacement
for human intel.
Yeah, I've played around
with it a fair bit.
I was able to spot
General Manuel Noriega
back when the U.S.
Supported him,
Pol Pot in the early days,
and Mikhail Gorbachev
when we still hated him...
came out a moderate.
Chambers was in the early stages
of intelligence gathering.
Oh, it's interesting stuff,
but ultimately
a bit far-fetched.
Really?
Because the stakes aren't.
I mean, Venezuela
has known ties
to Iran, does it not?
Yes, but...
And we know that Iran
has a clandestine nuclear program
that could potentially spread
to the Southern Hemisphere.
It's a remote risk.
And isn't it true that Venezuela
has been trying to form a block
with Bolivia, Nicaragua
and Cuba
to counter U.S.
Dominance in the region?
There have been concerns, yeah.
Add into the mix,
a nuclear Venezuela,
and now you have a nuke
90 miles off
the coast of Florida,
not to mention the more
realistic possibility
that these countries become a
training and launching ground
for Al-Qaeda.
Okay, Nell, thank you.
Can we have the captain
for a minute, please?
Uh, yeah, sure.
It was nice to meet you.
Pleasure's all mine.
But you're not
buying it, are you?
Medina was resolutely
pro-American.
He's beloved by the ex-pat
community here.
Chambers' HiPS analysis
contradicts everything we know.
What if he's right?
I doubt it.
Occam's Razor...
the simplest explanation
is the best.
Usually the best.
Sounds to me like you ignored
your intel officer.
And you may have stumbled
across something
that might have gotten
him killed.
Well, I truly hope not.
Chambers was a good man.
Let's hope he still is.
Am I in trouble?
No. But next time, pick on
somebody your own size.
Take a look at this.
"But we also would like
the pride and respect
"to come back to the
people of Venezuela.
"You don't just need a leader...
"You need a great leader.
"A friend to nations
large and small."
Impressive speaker.
Charisma to spare.
In the right context, he'd be
a force to be reckoned with.
What kind of force is he?
Pro, anti, terrorist threat,
other kind of threat?
The truth is
it doesn't matter what kind
of a threat Medina is.
The only thing that matters
is that we keep him safe
from being assassinated
on U.S. soil.
Has your husband
ever mentioned the name
Antonio Medina to you?
No.
But we don't talk about work.
We talk all the time
about Allie,
because she doesn't speak
to the two of us,
but that's because
on any given day,
one of the two of us is ruining
her 12-year-old life.
Hey, Mom...
Yes?
Can I have your laptop?
Why don't you
finish your homework.
'Cause I really don't
feel like it.
Saw a pretty cool
trampoline out back there.
You mind if I jump on it?
What?
Cops can't jump on trampolines?
That's right, I'm a cop.
Chase bad guys, I eat doughnuts.
It's okay, Als.
Why don't you show
the detective
the backyard.
Ah! I saw that...
you rolled your eyes.
I'll race you.
One, two, three, go.
So can you tell me
what is going on?
Who is Antonio Medina?
Your ex-husband
thinks that he might be
a national security threat.
And he just might be caught up
in something dangerous.
Daniel?
No, that is not possible.
Daniel's way too by-the-book.
And he wouldn't do anything that
would take him away from Allie.
Haven't seen that in awhile.
She's actually laughing.
Yeah, he has that
effect on people.
She's had a really
tough time lately.
You know, at her age
with friends and school,
plus the divorce,
if something were
to happen to her dad...
It sounds like you two
are pretty tight.
He's a great guy,
he is a great dad...
we are not a great couple.
Hello.
Hello?
That's the third time today.
Do you think that might be
your ex trying to reach Allie?
She got one, too.
Hey, Eric,
I need you to trace the last
call to Emily Chambers.
Searching.
It's a cell phone.
Tracing the GPS. Got it.
Kensi, the call came
from right outside the house.
Deeks.
Yeah.
I'm coming.
Hey. We'll see you later.
Bye.
Come on! Let's go!
That was fun.
Awesome kid, by the way.
Thank you.
There.
Blue truck.
What is he doing?
Hold up.
What'd I say about
L.A. drivers.
- Eric?
- Yeah.
I need you to pull
every surveillance camera
in a ten-block radius.
Blue pickup truck, GMC, '07
or '08, no plates,
just tried to run us down.
Accessing surveillance.
ATMs, traffic cams.
Can you track a cell phone?
It's turned off.
It was a burn phone.
Probably dumped it.
- Kensi, did you get a look at the driver?
- No.
The man strangled
in the parking lot...
his family reported him missing.
We have a name and address.
My Uncle Juan was
a day laborer.
He'd go to the Home Depot
or car wash every morning.
We're very sorry for your loss.
It's just so ironic.
We left Juarez because
of the violence...
the cartels, the drug war.
Juan was from Mexico,
not Venezuela?
Yes. We all are.
Everyone in this complex.
Everyone we know, really.
That's L.A.
When was the last time
you saw your uncle?
Two days ago.
I have a driver's license,
so I drop the guys off
by the car wash on Tujunga
at 4:00 a.m.
Hard-working guys.
And girls.
My family didn't come here
just to sit around.
We came for a better life.
And I'm determined
to see it through.
I'm sure you will, Rosa.
This day labor hangout's
got a hundred guys.
Probably could have
been anyone.
And they just needed someone
to be the delivery guy.
Yo.
Eric.
Yeah.
I'm sending you the address
where our delivery
guy was last seen.
Got it. Sending
to Kensi and Deeks now.
Nada. Nada.
Nada.
Nothing.
They say they know nothing.
Or to be more exact...
"No habla lngles."
And then I started
speaking Spanish
and they said
"No habla Espanol."
Nada.
I think they think I'm ICE.
I think they just
don't like you.
I'm telling you.
All right, go get 'em, tiger.
Buenos.
Buenos, senorita.
Okay. Gracias.
Okay.
Kens. Eric, I got a positive I.
D. On the truck.
Juan Munoz was picked up
at the car wash.
Copy that.
Nice, nice.
I'm impressed. Yay.
Don't do that.
Don't gloat.
Did you choose a class yet?
Or nag.
And I'm happy to share...
I'm thinking FATS.
Firearms Training Simulator.
Nice.
Lots of interesting theories
and techniques for you to get
your head around.
I can test you. No no.
I picked it 'cause I know it.
It's in here.
You want to know why?
Because working a case
is my classroom.
That is a very small classroom.
What do we got, Eric?
This is from a traffic camera
outside the car wash.
The footage was taken at 10:04 a.
M. Two days ago.
That's Munoz.
And here's our driver.
It's a she.
Ran facial recognition
But the image is too blurry.
That fits the description
of the woman from the motel.
Now, our mystery woman,
picks up day laborer Munoz,
who winds up dead after a
handoff to our missing Chambers.
She then rents a motel room
from which Chambers receives
numerous phone calls
and we find classified details
of Medina's itinerary.
And now the truck she's driving
is staking out Chambers' house.
If they've killed Chambers,
the question is why.
What did he know that could have
jeopardized their plan?
What if Chambers didn't stumble
on the plot?
What if he's a part of the plot?
Chambers went rogue?
He sent up warning flares,
nobody believed him.
He sees Medina's rise to power
as an issue
of national security.
Chambers gets
the manila envelope
with Medina's itinerary,
he disappears.
Kills Munoz to cover his tracks.
Or what if he's being
forced into it?
I mean, someone could have leverage
over him we don't know about.
No, Chambers' record
was squeaky clean.
No evidence of
alcohol or drug abuse,
no gambling, no debts.
Or maybe someone needs
leverage over him.
We still don't know
what that blue is doing outside
the family's house.
Only way you get to a man
like Chambers...
is through his daughter.
OMG!
I know.
I know!
He was a total crazy person.
But totally cute, too.
I can't believe
I just said that.
You can't tell anyone.
Please, please, please...
Hey.
Callen.
Kensi, anything?
No. Emily's hanging in there.
An Amber Alert was sent out.
It's all over the local news,
freeway signs and Internet.
Nice going.
Yeah, but it wasn't us.
911 got three calls in
four minutes.
Four minutes?
Including two accurate license
plate numbers,
and a lady I.D.'d the van
a block away.
She'd gotten a text
from a friend.
Huh. Nice neighbors.
Yeah.
Well, everyone's okay here,
so thank her mom
for participating
and come on back.
The agents will let us know
if he calls.
Okay.
You know what?
Okay, you ready?
Tough... Tough...
Tough... Wha...?
Eight wins in a row?
Wow.
Little card shark.
Anything?
No. Allie?
She's happy
she's played her part well.
She's worried about her dad.
If they're trying
to leverage him,
we've taken that option
away from them.
And if he's acting alone,
this might flush him out.
Unless he doesn't care
about his daughter
'cause he's really snapped.
Or he thinks killing Medina
will protect her
from what he sees is a growing
threat to her future.
I gotta tell you, I'm not liking
any of these scenarios.
Top three things
to think of
in a "good shoot/bad shoot"
operational scenario.
What?
Come on, your
professional development.
Oh. The bad guys.
Hostages, furtive movement
and anomalies,
something like a guy wearing a
ski parka during the summer.
Yeah, I know what
an "anomaly" is.
Medina's security team
has been with him
a long time...
military training.
Highly qualified, no red flags.
Their plan is good.
Arrive at Santa Monica Airport.
No public access.
Head straight to the fund-raiser
at a private reception hall
in Beverly Hills,
turn around and leave.
Yeah, but the route
they're taking
hasn't been determined yet.
They decide that at
the last minute,
to avoid having to secure
miles of city streets.
The best point of contact
is the reception hall.
Or catch him during
his entrance or exit.
So where would you set up
to take a shot, Sam?
It's a good vantage point
from up here.
Hide a collapsible rifle in
your jacket,
you'd have a clear shot.
Maybe arrive in the morning
and find a place to hide?
Sneak in through the exit.
Use a syringe.
A syringe?
Wouldn't he feel that?
You do it fast in
a crowded room,
he'd never know what hit him.
Nobody'd know what happened.
And you create a diversion to
cloud the intended exit.
By the time they lock everything
down, he'll be long gone.
That's how I'd do it.
Yeah, me, too.
They teach you guys that
in Lethal lnjection 101?
Who's mocking now?
I got something on
the pickup truck.
No plates, but I found
a small sticker.
It's a rental, obtained with
a bogus driver's license.
It is, however, fitted with
a GPS navigation system.
And I have an address.
If I ever go off
the reservation,
you have my permission
to take me out.
Well, how far off?
I mean, you've pushed it
pretty far
and I haven't killed you yet.
All the way.
You know, go rogue.
You?
Never gonna happen.
I've never seen anybody
see more sides
of a coin than you.
If anybody's gonna snap,
it's me.
You? Textbook SEAL.
Blood pressure's undetectable.
Do you even have
a blood pressure?
If something gets to you,
you take it out
on the heavy bag.
You're lucky like that.
If anybody's gonna snap...
Kensi.
Good luck, Deeks.
Okay, perimeter's clear
except for
the two guys at the entrance.
You think Chambers is in there?
Truck's the common denominator.
And our only lead.
They're packing.
All right, so how
do we want to play this?
Biscuit.
Biscuit?
What the hell's a Biscuit?
Biscuit?!
Biscuit?!
Hey, have you seen
my dog? I lost him.
He's kind of medium-size.
I have no idea where he is.
Dude, you just
fell for the Biscuit.
Jose?
Jose, que tu haces?!
Don't...
Is he alive?
Yeah.
So much for our assassin.
I gotta,
I gotta sit down again.
Can you tell us what happened?
Uh, a guy said that he had
damning evidence
of Medina's ties
to the Middle East.
He said to meet him on the pier
in 20 minutes or he'd leave.
I figured it was safe.
Last thing I remember
is walking to my car.
They're not talking.
What is this all about?
You're the patsy.
You sounded
the alarm on Medina.
Asking questions,
writing reports.
Medina gets assassinated,
you take the fall.
You're lucky.
By the looks of things
we probably would have
found you in
a motel room dead,
with a suicide note
and the murder weapon.
"Naval intel agent,
highly critical of Medina,
snaps, kills him."
You almost convinced us.
What do you know about her?
Her name is Helen.
I met her at a lecture series
at UCLA a few weeks ago.
I knew she was out of my league.
We were, uh, together
at a motel when I got the call.
She drove me there,
said she'd wait for me.
Found this inside.
Surveillance photos
from your meeting
at the Malibu pier are
on the memory card.
I can't believe
that I fell for this.
They set you up good.
Really, really good.
Question is, who are "they"?
Look, there's a hard-line
faction in the country
led by a guy named
Miguel Cortez,
he's like the Karl Rove
of Caracas.
They stand to gain
the most out of this.
They eliminate their biggest
opponent on American soil,
we take the blame,
and anti-Americanism
just runs rampant.
So instead of leading the charge
against America,
Chavez would ride on
the coattails of the masses.
Yeah, he's at 70% approval.
Imagine 95.
With a hard-line agenda.
Where's Medina now?
He just landed.
Be in Beverly Hills in an hour.
State won't shut it down,
neither will Medina.
And if they do, we'll probably
never catch them.
The protocols, the itinerary...
it's an inside job.
Someone close to Medina.
Yeah, but other than Helen,
we have no idea who
the players are.
Making their chances of success
uncomfortably high.
We're just gonna have
to smoke 'em out.
Can you walk?
I'm fine.
Advanced Hostage Training.
You guys and your classes.
A waiter?
Why do I get waiter?
Talk to Hetty.
And Deeks.
I mean, Kensi, I get.
Deeks, in that suit?
I'm in polyester?
I take exception to that.
Except away.
I'm in maroon.
Can I mention that, uh,
dress is off the charts?
Deeks, don't.
What? I'm just
role-playing the gushing date.
Yeah? Oh. Come here.
You have a little...
I do?
No. I'm just
role-playing.
Honey.
Buenas tardes.
All right, so if we're right,
none of these guys
should recognize you,
except of course the people
that are responsible for it.
That includes
that woman Helen, or whatever
her real name is.
I'm on that.
Buenas tardes.
Gracias por esta aqui.
Buenas tardes, buenas tardes.
Guy talking to his sleeve.
I'm on him.
Got another one.
Kensi, eyes on Medina.
Deeks, stay with Chambers.
On it.
Federal agent!
Suspect down, Sam.
Two down.
One to go.
My friends, my countrymen,
mis amigos.
Better yet,
my friends with money.
I want you to be able to
tell your friends here in L.A.
Here, in the City of Angels,
"Soy Venezolano,
y a mucho orgullo."
"I am Venezuelan,
and I am proud of it."
I love America.
He sounds like he likes America.
You have to read between
the lines. Orgullo.
"Pride."
His overriding desire
is for a strong Venezuela.
Well, if he's
so dangerous, why are you
risking your life to save him?
Assassination is
rarely the answer.
If he gets shot, someone else
will take his place.
Statistically speaking.
You are meticulous.
Education is the foundation
we need for our people...
Whoa, we got incoming.
Education is a
matter of social justice.
We need to talk about
a greater Venezuela.
A brilliant and freer Venezuela.
Freedom and justice...
Girl, red dress, two o'clock.
You know her?
That's Helen.
Kensi, we got Helen leaving.
East side exit.
Stay with Chambers.
Freedom and greatness
will be ours for the taking.
I invite you to join me
in this journey.
Hey, honey,
get out of my way.
Lo siento, chica.
Drop it!
Just once, I would love
to get dressed up
to go out and not have
to chase a suspect
or get shot at.
Where's the fun in that?
Ha, ha.
Another wardrobe
malfunction, Ms. Blye?
I'm sorry, Hetty.
Small price to pay for
a successful assignment.
Thank you.
Any word on our
three musketeers?
Yes. Diego Brazon,
head of security,
and Jose Garcia, attaché,
were in the army
in the same unit
as Migel Cortez.
Cortez is the leader of the
hard-line faction in Venezuela.
Yeah, Chambers said he's
the Karl Rove of Caracas.
What about Helen?
Uh, real name is Maria Rivero.
She's Cortez's girlfriend.
No wonder she set off
my spidey-senses.
Anything in a skirt sets off
your spidey-senses.
You're right.
She's right.
The State
Department has come round
to Chamber's
assessment of Medina.
Well, just because
someone's paranoid
doesn't mean they're not right.
Or in this case, just because
you shouldn't assassinate
someone doesn't mean it wouldn't
make the world a nicer place.
What about Medina?
Any thanks for saving his life?
He still doesn't know.
What about
his disappearing
security detail?
He suspicious?
The campaign has been informed
that they were detained
on smuggling charges.
Sounds to me like the
wait-and-see approach.
So wait and see if he gets
assassinated somewhere else?
Well, that's it for me.
I need a bath and all you can
eat chicken and waffle buffet,
not necessarily in that order.
Not so fast,
Mr. Deeks.
We need to discuss your exam.
Do we?
Allie?
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
Come here, baby! Oh!
Hmm. Cute kid.
Except she cheats at Slap Jack.
Who doesn't?
You know, saving politicians
from getting assassinated
is cool and all...
But this...
this is what keeps
me in the game.
You?
Yeah.
And we get to drive
some pretty cool cars.
And you get to hang with me.
That's not exactly
a selling point.
You'd rather be partnered
with Kensi and Deeks?
Those my only choices?
That's like choosing between
being burned, flayed,
or stoned to death.
You want to walk?
You could walk.
I'd probably be safer.
Thank you.
You ready, Detective Deeks?
Bring it on like Donkey Kong!
Let's begin.
Okay.
You ready?
Oh!
Deeks one, bad guys zero.
Oh, little girl with
a lollypop. You live.
Cheeky bastard.