NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Sacrifice - full transcript

Go, go, go!

- Clear!
- Clear!

Evans! Evans!

Damn it.

Get the EMTs over here!

Base this is Delta One.

We need EMTs here ASAP.

Intel's good--
two cartel soldiers.

Who's this one?

He's definitely not cartel.

Who the hell is this guy?



♪ NCIS: LA 3x05 ♪
Sacrifice
Original air date on October 18, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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Vikings on the 35.

Packers up by two.
Let's see what you got.

Do it.

- Where is it?
- Oh!

Blocked!

Oh! That was
for the win.

Where is it?

Well, judging by how hard you
swatted it, I'd say Bangladesh.

Where's Charlene?

My car?

Your Challenger?



So you do have it.

Okay, dude, you're starting to
freak me out a little bit here.

If I find out
you're behind this...

What am I be-- what?

Charlene is a 1970 Challenger

Sam's been restoring
for the last ten years.

It was stolen last night.

Oh.

That's horrible.

Yeah.

Big guy's heartbroken.

He was up all night
questioning everyone

within a two-mile radius
of the storage unit.

Working on that car

was Sam's therapeutic refuge.

Honestly, I don't think

he ever wanted to finish it.

Car like that
is either in a chop shop

or being driven really hard
south of the border.

That's not good.

Okay, it's just a car.

He's got insurance, right?

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

V-8 Magnum, four barrel carb

with dual exhaust
is not just a car.

Takes up hours of your time,

you spend more cash
than the car is actually worth,

and...

for what exactly?

What kind of man are you?

I'm gonna go see if Sam's okay.

Maybe later.

Get Kaleidoscope online,

check traffic and ATM cams
on Vermont south of Franklin,

and I need a satellite
pointed over Los Feliz.

What are we looking for?

Charlene.

- Charlene?
- Mr. Hanna,

I can relate to your pain,

considering what happened
to my Jaguar,

but I cannot
allow you to utilize

federal resources
to locate your personal vehicle.

Besides, we have a case.

Mr. Beale.

Uh, sorry, Sam.

Hetty, I'm sorry about
what happened to your Jaguar,

but it wasn't my fault.

Of course it wasn't.

We got a hot one--
three dead.

Two parts cartel,
one part wanted terrorist.

Pawn shop in Hollywood.

Hey, uh, what happened
to Sam's car?

Yeah, I wouldn't
ask him about it.

LAPD conducted
a raid this morning

at a pawn shop
in Hollywood.

They were targeting
the notorious Molina cartel,

known throughout Mexico

for their ruthless
and violent tactics.

Two of the bodies

were identified as lower level
cartel soldiers.

Third body?

Brings us to why we're here.

LAPD asked for our help
in identifying this man.

Malik Atwa.

A wanted terrorist

and right-hand man
to Jamel Ahmed Shallah,

one of the new faces
of al-Qaeda.

Shallah's bad news.

He took out a lot
of our troops

while trying to make
a name for himself.

So what's the connection

with a Mexican drug cartel?

Drugs? Money? Weapons?

That would be
our case to figure out.

Shallah could be providing
the cartel with Afghani heroin

in exchange for access
to smuggling routes.

There's always been a fear of
something like that happening.

Last thing we need is al-Qaeda

getting a base of operation
on the border.

The cartel and Shallah are

formidable enemies
by themselves.

An alliance
could be disastrous.

Any other
surveillance footage?

Nearest traffic cam

I could access
is a block away.

All right, we'll take
the tac-squad guys.

You got the
pawn shop.

- Got it.
- Done.

Hey. Find my car.

The Molina cartel
has been trying

to expand into L.A.
for the past year.

What, no money, no drugs?

What are a couple
of cartel grunts

and a wanted terrorist
meeting about?

Hoping you could tell us.

We had intel on a shipment
of heroin coming in.

When we found
this Atwa guy,

we figured he may be
part of something bigger.

Anything else stick out?

20 years on the job,
I've lost a total of two men.

Since dealing with the cartel,
I've lost nine.

Evans had a family.

He didn't deserve this.

Used to be a time
when the cartels

wouldn't tolerate jihadists
in their backyard.

Didn't want
the international scrutiny.

Now it's anything goes.

Satellite phone.

Job for Eric.

Yeah, found that
in Atwa's pocket.

Sunny Spot Motel.

Sunset Boulevard.

You guys run this down?

Made all the evidence from
the scene available to you guys.

It's in your hands.

Appreciate your time.

Thank you.

Anything else comes up,
give us a call.

Oh, Agent Hanna, LAPD's
doing everything we can

to find your car.

I'm just trying
to ease your grief.

I'm not grieving.

I'm pissed.

Denial is the
first stage.

That's natural.

This is me
naturally ignoring you.

Thanks.

Thanks, Tom.
You bet.

LAPD were pretty thorough.

Yeah.

Magazine stand has
security cameras.

Eric couldn't access
anything close.

Must be closed
circuit.

Hi.

Can I get, uh, Paparazzi
Planet, Celebs After Midnight--

that should be
interesting--

and, uh, your
surveillance tapes.

Sure. Give me a minute.

Great.

Here you go.

Thanks.

And for my partner,

while we're at it.

Cat Fancy?

I get it.

I'm not manly 'cause I'm not
into restoring cars.

I never said that.

We'll also take, uh,
this little guy right there.

"Unwanted facial hair:
Electrolysis versus laser."

I don't have
facial hair.

Whatever you say, Pancho.

Whoever stole Charlene
better hope

LAPD catches them before I do.

You don't mean that.

Yeah, I do.

Stage two.

What?

Anger. It's the second
stage of grief.

I'm not grieving,
I just want my car back.

Hopefully it was just
a couple joy riders

and LAPD will
pick them up.

Since when
do joy riders have

a diamond-tip drill
and plasma cutters?

That's a good point.

You guys looking
for a room?

Federal agents.

Need to see room 104.

Oh, glad you have a key.

The other guys kept my master.

What other guys?

FBI was here earlier.

Now I've got to pay to have
all the locks replaced.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Who's paying for this?

Disabled the cameras,
searched the motel room,

and left without drawing
attention to themselves.

Hetty spoke with the FBI.

They assured her
they are not involved.

Motel clerk said the guys
looked Middle Eastern.

Shallah's guys?

Terrorists are posing

as FBI agents now?

Gives a whole new meaning
to the term "extremist."

I got something.
I think.

All calls from this phone
were made to and received from

another satellite phone
that's no longer online.

They already ditched it,
if they're smart.

I'm checking on any new
satellite phones that have

come on-line
since this one went down.

Maybe they replaced it.

This is
the security cam footage

from the magazine stand.

See, this red Jeep was parked

in front of
the pawn shop

three hours
prior to the shootout.

The driver camps out,

then leaves
immediately afterwards.

Any other angles?

One camera, one angle.

CB radio, baja kit.

No license plate.

Female driver,
brunette.

Trying to keep a low profile.

Looks like
she's running surveillance.

Lookout?

If she is, she's not a good one.

- Player?
- Maybe.

Or the girlfriend of one.

At the very least,

maybe she saw something useful.

Can ask her in person.
Kaleidoscope got a hit.

She's headed east on
Cesar Chavez Boulevard downtown.

Eric.

You can find
that Jeep,

but you can't find
my Challenger?

Uh... still looking.

Talk to us, Eric.

Jeep has stopped.

Looks like a parking lot in
the 500 block of North Main.

How close?

Five blocks.

Kensi and Deeks
are almost there.

I can find that Jeep, but
I can't find Sam's Challenger?

If it's on the road,

it'll show up.

I mean, you can't
hide from Kaleidoscope.

You have started
a Kaleidoscope search...

Not exactly.

I, uh, plugged into
the LAPD database.

As soon as the car is found,
I will get an alert.

You're right.

That's not exactly
a Kaleidoscope search.

So... what are we waiting for?

We?

You.

Hetty told Sam

no use of federal resources
for personal matters.

Is this the same
rebel Eric Beale

who completed level five
of Warrior Quest

on the big screen in ops?

The same rebel
who dared to eat

Oreo cookies in ops
without a napkin?

The same rebel
who broke the Internet.

But it's Hetty.

But it's Sam.

I feel like I'm caught
between a rock and a hard place.

You are.

While Hetty scares me
intellectually,

I fear Sam on a more
physically visceral level.

Uh-huh.

All right, Beale...

...let's do this.

La Iglesia de Neustra Senora
La Reina de Los Angeles.

Does that mean your miss-tache
grows long at night?

You're really lame.

It actually means Church of our
Lady the Queen of the Angels.

Mm.

Red Jeep.

With a baja kit.

Brunette.

And she's our driver?

I hope so.

Latina mas fina.

Someone's
a little paranoid.

Deeks, take the back.

Enough!

- You good?
- Turn around.

Yeah, I'm fine.
Oh, I'm fine.

You sure about that?
'Cause it looked like

she tagged you a few times.

Really? Kind of
looked I had her.

Thank you.
Who are you?

Kensi, walk it off.

Search her,
Deeks.

You got a name?

Huh? Name?

Oh, you don't
have a name,

but you do have...

a weapon.

Oh, wow, this just
got interesting.

Unless this is fake...

she's a cop.

I'm a cop, too.
LAPD.

None of these guys--
just me... and you.

Cops.

Deeks.

Guess you're under arrest.

Eva Espinoza.

Police Chief.
Loreto, Mexico.

There's great surfing
down there.

What's a Loreto police chief
doing in Los Angeles?

And don't say America's
Next Top Model

'cause that is my partner's
favorite show.

You're kind of young
for a police chief.

When your last
three police chiefs

are murdered in cold blood,

the only prerequisite
is a pulse.

So how'd you
get the job?

You draw the short straw?

I volunteered.

Everyone else was terrified.

Trying to be a martyr?

Innocent people
are being murdered

by the hands
of the Molina Cartel.

Someone had to step up.

She has
a warrior's spirit.

Takes guts to take a stand
knowing you're marked for death.

She has experience
with the Molina Cartel.

Let's hope she knows
how Shallah is involved.

What were you doing
at the pawn shop?

Tracking Diego Molina.

Wow.

That guy makes Scarface
look like Justin Bieber.

He runs the cartel
from a distance.

Rumor has it,
he lives here in LA.

So you were planning on just
walking up to him and arresting him?

In Loreto, he is surrounded
by an army.

In America, only by a few.

Seems more familiar
than speculative.

She knows more than
she's letting on,

if you ask me.

What's up, Nell?

Uh, plenty.

I was running a full data
analysis on Eva

and found a slight
discrepancy in her story.

More like an omission.

I just downloaded a
photo to your phones.

Eva may not be
as noble as we think.

Two years ago,

he was killed
by the Molina Cartel.

Kensi, Deeks,

you want to get back in here?

You-- don't go anywhere.

Check your phones.

Who's this?

He was killed
by the Molina Cartel.

This could be a revenge tour.

Find out.

It's a noble thing
you're doing.

It's the right thing.

Sure it's not
a personal vendetta?

Your brother Antonio.

He was only seven years old.

He got caught in a crossfire.

There was nothing I could do
to save him.

I tracked two of Molina's men
to L.A.,

but I lost them
at that pawn shop.

Did you know Molina's Cartel
is involved with al-Qaeda?

No.

No, but it doesn't surprise me.

They have their tentacles
into everything

from law enforcement
to government officials.

Do you have idea why
they would be meeting?

No.

Okay, great.
We'll take it from here.

You can go back to Mexico.

If you want to detain me,
go ahead,

but I'm in the States legally.

As a civilian.

You keep playing cop,
we'll deport you

faster than you can say Tijuana.

What exactly do you
mean by that?

Okay, ladies, ladies,

I think you should probably
draw in the claws.

One cat fight a day
is probably plenty.

Thank you for your cooperation
and diligence.

What was that all about?

Well, I'd say that someone's
being a little territorial

on the account of the connection
between Eva and me.

- You're out of your mind.
- I'm with Kensi.

Any woman that connects with you

is clearly suspect
if not certifiable.

- Hey, guys.
- What's up, Eric?

So I've been monitoring new
satellite phones coming on-line,

and two phones with sequential
serial numbers

were activated an hour ago.

They were purchased
in the same store.

Cash sale.
Hollywood Boulevard.

Get a warrant, listen

on both phones.

You guys talk to Nell, see what
she's dug up on Diego Molina.

Got it.

Eric, tell me you're at least
looking for my car.

I... yeah. I'm... you know,

I have actually got
a really promising lead,

so I will just keep you
in the loop.

- Okay. All right, bye.
- Er--

"Promising lead"?

I tend to overdo it
when I panic.

Sam's going to kill me.

My father bought Charlene in
1970, brand-new off the line.

She's the reason I drive
the Challenger today.

It's tough.

I promise, if I get her back,
I'll use a bigger lock.

No, a better
security system.

Maybe a guard dog.

You're bargaining.

That's stage three.

Last I checked, Nate was
out in the field.

I'm just saying, I know
how much Charlene meant to you.

You got a name
for the new Challenger?

- No.
- No?

How about Cheryl?

How about no?

How you doing?

Federal agents.

We need to see your sales log

and your video surveillance.

Sorry, I can't help
you with that.

We could get a warrant.

Then make it out to the FBI;
they already took them.

I asked them to make copies,

but they said they
didn't have time.

These "agents"--

Middle Eastern,
American accents?

Friends of yours?

These guys are making
all the moves that we would.

They're acting like they're law
enforcement. But they're not.

Could be Shallah's guys
covering their own tracks.

Whoever they are,
they're connected.

Best I could do with this
public surveillance camera.

Just like the motel.

- What about Eva?
- What about Eva?

Well, she was able
to track the cartel

to the pawn shop
from Mexico.

Maybe she has someone
on the inside.

Well, Shallah and the cartel
are in business together,

their paths are bound to cross.

She could be our in.

I thought you didn't trust her.

I don't.

I don't either.

I had Nell track her

from the boat shed.

Eva ended up at this downtown
parking lot.

Where she met this man.

- We I.D. this guy?
- Working on it.

Now, that's a connection, Deeks.

Could be our inside man.

Let's see if he leads us
to the cartel or al-Qaeda.

Oh, where are they now?

Uh, after they left
the parking lot,

there weren't enough cameras
to keep a visual.

How long ago did they leave?

30 minutes.

They never returned
to their cars.

I think we lost them.

Actually, maybe not.

May I?

Activating GPS tracker.

Got her.

She's downtown.

I tagged her
at the boat shed.

I know a woman on a
mission when I see one.

Meow.

According to the GPS tracker,

Eva is in the piñata store

across the street.

Got a guy coming out
of the store; he's armed.

Not the guy Eva met
at the parking lot.

I got a photo coming, Eric.

I need an I.D.

All right.
Running it through facial rec.

Kensi, Deeks,
stop him.

We're on him.

All right, we got it.

Carlos Molina.

He's the suspected trigger man
for the Molina Cartel.

Brother of kingpin Diego Molina.

Federal agent.

Stop.

I'll take that.

Tranquila.

Put your hands

behind your back.

What's with the piñata?

It's for my nephew's birthday.

Nephew, huh?

You owe me a piñata, amigo.

Well, that's the thing
about working with family.

Always a bad idea.

Never really works out.

Got him, guys.

The store's a cartel front.

And Eva's inside.

Her cover's blown.

Or she's got a death wish.

Kensi, Deeks, we got something.

Sam, Shallah is in the SUV.

Federal agents!

Drive! Drive!

Jamel Ahmed Shallah
is in L.A.

Your informant?

Luis.

He was a cop.

And my friend.

Watch your head.

The cartel got
the drop on us.

We knew each other
since we were children.

We decided to join
the force together.

To make a difference.

It's hard enough
to be a cop in L.A.

I can't even imagine
what it's like in Mexico.

When I volunteered
to be chief,

I personally chose Luis
for the undercover operation.

This is not your fault.

They will go after
his family now.

And we're going to do everything
we can to stop them.

Thank you.

Is she okay?

Considering she's moving up
the endangered species list,

I'd say she's dandy.

Why didn't they kill her, too?

Trying to find out
what she knew?

Some sick gift to Shallah?

Why would Shallah risk
coming to Los Angeles?

Why not meet the
cartel in Mexico?

Why go into the lion's den
if you don't have to?

Los Angeles is
neutral territory.

Yeah, Eric.

Hey, guys, Shallah's SUV
was dumped and torched

off the 90 freeway.

Got it.

So what now?

The men posing
as FBI agents--

they've been cleaning up after
Shallah every step of the way.

At the motel,
at the phone store...

The piñata shop?

It's worth a shot.

Okay, so what's the plan?

You good?

Why do you ask?

So far you've
done a car, a gun

and I believe
that's a dead body.

It's amazing detail.

I'm good.

It's okay to be depressed.

I'm not depressed.

You will be.

Stage four.

Look, I'm not depressed,

bargaining, angry or in denial.

But I am getting
a little irritated.

Are you hungry?

- Hunger is not a stage.
- That's true, but loss of appetite

is a sign of depression.

Keep it up.

All right, it's been two hours.

If they haven't come by now,
they're probably not coming.

Oop-- and...
maybe I spoke too soon.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Kensi, heads up.

- FBI.
- You're a little late.

Where were you
when we needed you?

I'd like to talk to you about
the incident this afternoon.

You have surveillance tapes?

Um, sounds like a question
for my manager.

I don't even know if we have
a surveillance system. Um...

Company.

Federal agents. Stop.

Stop!

Like she said,
Federal agents. Stop.

Why don't they ever stop?

It amazes me
that they never stop.

So who are you really?

CIA.

Oh, now you're the CIA?

What's next?

Jedi knights?

Hey, Sam. The CIA files
have been sent through

to the boat shed.

Don't forget to check with CHP
about Charlene.

On it.

- Let me guess-- find his car?
- Mm-hmm.

Whoa, you're not
going to believe this.

LAPD found Sam's Challenger.
It's in Van Nuys.

Vehicle identification number's
a match.

I'll call Sam.

Yeah, bup-bup...
We need to be sure.

- Visual confirmation?
- Yeah.

Okay, security, traffic,
ATM cams.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not good enough.

We need physical confirmation.

You mean...?

Field trip.

Just don't tell Hetty.

Agent Banks, Agent Figg.

I.D.'s check out.

They are CIA.

Your agency must be so proud.

Hmm. Well, before we
turn you over to your director,

you want to explain why

you're running around L.A.,
cleaning up after al-Qaeda?

You forget
your missions statement?

Cut a better deal?

With the holidays coming up,
you needed a little extra cash?

Still not talking, huh?

If that's how
you want to play it...

G.

Wow, so much

for inter-agency cooperation.

Those guys are either
dirty or they're working

some other angle.

Guys, Eric just sent us
encrypted files

he found on their smart phones.

Reaper drones.

Photos and specs
of the new generation UAV.

Bigger, more versatile
and can carry up

to 15 times more ordinance
than its predecessor.

According to this file
on Banks and Figg,

they worked in drone operations
in the Middle East.

So, how are Reaper drones,
Shallah

and a Mexican cartel related?

Q and A round two.

You want to fill in the blanks?

We haven't
contacted your boss

at the agency yet.

But we got him
on speed dial.

It's going to be embarrassing.

Two CIA agents caught
trying to sell

a Reaper drone to a terrorist.

We're not trying
to sell anything.

- No?
- No.

We're trying to recover it.

A couple weeks ago,
we were running

a covert operation
in the Middle East

to lure out
Jamel Ahmed Shallah

by offering up the Reaper drones
as bait.

Things got out of hand.

We think
there was a leak.

And you lost them?

One.

We lost one.

You handed a Reaper drone
to al-Qaeda?

This is why I left the CIA.

Well, I was right
about one thing.

It's going to be
embarrassing.

Well, more importantly,

it's a threat
to national security.

Which is why you should
have contacted us

from day one instead
of trying to save face.

Or was it more a case of butt
saving than face saving.

The hijackers were
Shallah's men.

A week ago, the drone was moved
to Afghanistan.

So what's the connection
with Molina's cartel?

Shallah needs money to bankroll
his terrorist activities.

He's going to sell the drone.

And Molina was
the highest bidder.

A drone could tip the drug
war in Molina's favor.

He could destroy his rivals
and target law enforcement.

When you guys screw up,

you really go all the way,
don't you?

The drone is now here.

In Los Angeles.

We know where
it's being moved.

Keep talking.

You've got to give us
a chance to salvage this.

We don't have to do anything.

Shipping container.

San Pedro.

We're early.

You're confident your intel
is still legit?

We've got a source in
the cartel on our payroll.

It's nice to see
our tax dollars at work.

We should scope this place out.

Take Banks.
Kensi, get a bird's-eye view.

Deeks, cover the west perimeter.
You're with me.

Company.

I thought you said
she went back?

I thought you said you were
going back.

I said I would warn
Luis' family. Which I did.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

This man works for the cartel.

Drop your weapon now.

Eva... Eva!

This man is CIA.

Then the CIA murdered
my little brother.

Look out!

Take cover!

Gun down, now!

Guys in the car
are cartel soldiers.

They left me no choice.

You shouldn't have
come back, Eva.

Eric's pulling up
ck security cam footage.

I've alerted LAPD.

They're on their way;
should be with you shortly.

What were
you thinking?

It's not what
it looks like.

It looks like revenge.

Figg shot his partner
during the attack.

And then he
turned to me.

He left me no choice.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Eric, any luck?

Eva's telling the truth.

She shot Agent Figg
in self defense.

I'm sending the video
to your tablet.

Come on, you should
wait in the car.

Video's uploaded.

Wow. Okay...

Why would Figg
shoot Banks?

Banks could have
figured out

his partner was
working for the cartel.

Figg brought us here early.

He led us into a trap.

The exchange is
going down somewhere else.

Eric, you had any luck with
Shallah's satellite phone?

He's got to be close.

Callen, we accessed all numbers
from Agent Figg's smartphone.

We got several hits.

One is a satellite phone
in the San Pedro shipyard.

Shipyard's right over there.

Eric, get a unit down here
for Banks and Figg.

What about Eva?

She goes lone wolf, it's on you.

Hey, guys, I'm sending you
the layout of the shipyard.

Okay, got it.
Dock three.

All the players
are here.

How are you?

So's the needle in the haystack.

Focus on Shallah and Molina.

Deeks, your love connection
is about to get us killed.

I'm on it.

Deeks.

Quietly.

So much for quietly.

Look out!

Federal agents!

I got Shallah.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Kensi!

Deeks! Molina!

I'm on it!

Don't even try.

Do it! Do it!

Kill me!

Kill me.

Do it!

You wish.

You going to stop her?

I got her.

Eva.

Eva.

Listen,

if you want to do this,
I'm not gonna stop you.

But I want you
to be sure.

Why shouldn't I?

Because we're cops.

All right?

And if the line blurs
between us and them,

what it is that we do
stops making sense.

Do it.

You'll be doing me a favor.

Shut up!

Eva,

he's gonna pay
for what he's done.

No.
Eva...

No. No.

For my people,

for Luis, my brother Antonio--

they deserved mercy!

I got it.

I got it.

It's okay.

Okay.

Come here.

It's okay.
We got him.

It's okay.

I think I like
this Eva.

Me, too.

She rocks.

It's my guardian angel.

It protects me.

And now it protects you.

What about you?

I found a better one.

I'd call that
a connection.

Brotherly-sisterly way, sure.

Please tell me that's not
what I think it is.

I think it is.

Who's going to tell Sam?

Technically,
he asked you to find it,

so I'm just here for support.

It was your motivational speech
that got us out here

in the first place.

Maybe this is a sign.

What, that we both tell him?

No, that neither of us tell him.

Ooh.

I mean, no good can
come from this, Nell.

All right.

What he doesn't know
doesn't hurt him. Agreed?

Agreed.

We never saw this.

Saw what?

The drone has been recovered,

and Shallah and Molina
are in custody.

All is right with the world.

Well, except for, uh...

It's just a car.

It hurts,

but it's not
the end of the world.

Fifth stage.

Acceptance.

Yeah. Right.

Delivery for Mr. Hanna,
outside.

They found her?!

It's a pile of junk.

With a copious amount
of potential.

Look, the easiest way
to get over lost love

is to fall in love again.

You know,
it's not Charlene,

but, uh...

a little TLC,
it could be... Jennifer?

You did this?

Had a rainy day fund.

It's L.A.,

doesn't rain a whole lot.

Come on.

Whoo!

Have fun, boys!

Well, there's
no chance

anybody will steal that.

Yeah.

So... I guess you think
I owe you an apology.

For what?

For Eva.

Oh.

She wasn't entirely that bad.

And I suppose there was
some modicum of attraction

on her part,
albeit trauma induced...

Shh.

You had me at hel--

Okay, partners!

Partners, partners,
partners, let go.

Partners. Partners.
Aah! You can let-- aah!

Walk it off.
Walk it off.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, I think you
just dislocated my finger.

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