NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 11 - Drive - full transcript
At 03:06 Deeks receives a call from a woman, Jenny, in two of his past lives; she tells about a ring stealing luxury SUVs and shipping them to the Far East; Jenny disappears; the team solve the puzzle, grab the bad guys, and rescue Jenny.
Hey, it's Marty. Gone surfing. Leave a message.
Hello.
Marty, it's Jenny.
Jenny?
Jenny Radler. I need help.
Jenny, it's 3:00 in the morning.
I found something big.
I'm guessing it's not sobriety.
I'm in trouble.
Okay, what's going on?
They're stealing luxury SUVs, shipping them to Asia.
One blew up the police station in Jakarta. There was a kidnapping in Kuala Lumpur, a-a drive-by in Manila.
The cars are from the Westside, and then they go to Long Beach, and get put on--
Oh, man. Is that them?
I thought I lost them.
- What do you mean? You lost who?
- Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
They're trying to kill me. Oh, God, Marty.
- Jenny, where are you?
- Oh, God.
- Jenny.
- Oh, my God.
Marty!
Jenny, you got to talk to me. Pick up your phone.
Marty, no, no! Aah!
Jenny.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Does anybody want coffee?
I'm good.
My New Year's resolution. I'm off caffeine.
Never felt better.
Awesome. I've made it a week without refined sugar.
So pathetic.
Wait a second. Did I just hear Sam "My Body Is a Temple" Hanna...
give us a hard time about being healthy?
Every year, people say the same thing.
"I'm gonna lose weight, I'm gonna quit smoking...
"I'm gonna spend more time with my family." And 92% of them fail before February.
- Why even bother?
- Wow.
You know, my second resolution was to not be judgmental of others.
I wasn't being judgmental. I was quoting scientific studies.
Well, scientifically, we could be part of the 8% who actually do succeed.
The few, the proud.
Hmm. Where's Deeks?
Oh, I know. His New Year's resolution was to get to work on time.
Huh-huh-hum!
Let's go.
I've been here for hours.
One blew up the police station in Jakarta. There was a kidnapping in Kuala Lumpur, a-a drive-by in Manila.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
Jenny, where are you?
Oh, my God.
- Marty!
- Jenny, you got to talk to me. Pick up your phone.
Marty, no, no! Aah!
But there's more. Nell, play the tape.
This is what we pulled from a nearby traffic cam.
And right after the crash, she was abducted by these 2 guys.
I take it the victim is a friend of yours?
Jenny Radler. Back in the day, I was her public defender for a few misdemeanors... uh, shoplifting, cocaine possession.
You keep in touch with all your former clients?
No, she's not exactly on my Christmas card list if that's what you're asking.
But when I made detective, she tried to be an informant, and I emphasize "tried" because the most she ever got was 20 bucks for ratting out a tagger.
Sounds like LAPD can handle it.
Though her descriptions of Southeast Asian acts of terrorism were spot-on.
Couldn't she have just found that out on the Internet?
Not without the highest SCI clearance.
Mr. Deeks and I enjoyed the sunrise this morning. It was glorious.
Mr. Beale.
Stolen SUVs are making their way across the Pacific for use as paramilitary vehicles. They're behind numerous civilian deaths.
One day, it's a soccer mom's SUV in Beverly Hills.
2 weeks later, it blows up a government building in the Philippines.
This informant may hold the key to dismantling an international terror ring.
Could be the reason she was kidnapped.
Are you tracking her cell phone?
It's been off since the crash.
Ooh, I just found something.
Her daughter Talia is a sophomore at Whitley University.
Are you kidding me?
What?
Nothing. Just the... last time I saw her, she was just a little kid...
running around a homeless shelter.
Time flies.
Why don't you two check out the college? We'll look into the minivan.
Find anything?
No drugs, no alcohol, no weapons.
We're kind of done here.
Except for the driver.
Jenny Radler is a homeless drug addict on parole.
Looks like she crashed... and fled the scene.
Where you looking for her?
We have a warrant out. When she shows up, she's going back to lockup.
- Mind if we take a look?
- Knock yourself out.
- Definitely overdue for maid service.
- Mm-hmm.
Or trip to the Laundromat.
How do you live like this?
Kung pao chicken.
Judging from the lack of mold... I'd say it's last night's dinner.
Double-shot espresso, G. Sealed and untouched.
You must be ready for a little pick-me-up.
2013 Range Rover HSE, Lexus LX 570, Cadillac Escalade ESV.
It's a little beyond her means.
Oh, interest rates are low. There are some attractive leases out there.
Could be a stolen car wish list.
Something under the gas pedal.
It's all over the floor mat.
Looks like a USB thumb drive.
A very dead USB thumb drive.
Bag that for Eric.
Let's hope the boy wonder can bring it back to life.
You mind if I take the lead on this?
Be my guest.
I helped Jenny retain custody when Child Protective Services was trying to take Talia away, so we have a little bit of a...
little bit of a history together.
She might feel more comfortable with a sympathetic female.
I don't know, I'm pretty in touch with my feminine side.
Yeah, see, that's the problem. If you did have a feminine side, you'd be touching it all the time.
Wow. And yet, so true.
Kens, there she is.
Talia. Hey.
Hi. I'm, uh, Marty Deeks. I'm sorry.
I knew you when you were just a... a little girl.
I, um...
- I was helping with, uh--
- I don't remember you.
Uh... you and your mother were living at the shelter. I was a... a lawyer--
- What's your name again?
- Marty...
Deeks. That's Okay, I'll just... start from the top.
Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD. This is Special Agent Kensi Blye.
Can we talk to you for a sec? It's about your mother.
Is my mom back in jail?
- No.
- But we think she's in trouble.
She's always in trouble.
Heh. This is true, but we really need your help on this.
Yeah, and I could've used her help for the first 18 years of my life.
You ever pee in the back of a minivan?
Take a bath in the sink at a diner?
How about fighting off perverts at a homeless shelter?
That sounds horrible.
I'm, uh...
I'm sorry.
When's the last time you talked to your mom?
Tuesday. December 21, 2010.
It was my birthday.
Look, I can't miss class.
Okay, I get it, all right? But this is your mom and she may have been kidnapped.
Every day... I wake up totally prepared to hear that she's dead.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
Well done, counselor.
I thought that went well.
Nothing. Crystal oscillator's shot.
We're not giving up.
- 300 mV?
- I guess.
I'm calling it.
Any luck with the recovery?
Anything?
The trauma was extensive.
The mass storage controller was pulverized.
We used all our capabilities.
But... the damages are beyond repair.
Time of death... all right, 10:45.
Anything from Kensi and Deeks?
Mother and daughter are estranged.
We're back to square 1.
Not quite.
Even though the getaway car had no plates, there was a torn-off bumper sticker.
Based on the coloring and a couple of partial letters, we got a match.
"My child is an honor student at McCadden Elementary."
We crossed school records with recent motor vehicle thefts and got you an address.
Good. Kensi and Deeks are in the neighborhood.
What do we have on stolen car rings?
Over 100 to choose from.
Now, who do we know that can tell us about stolen cars?
I didn't do anything.
We didn't say you did anything.
We just want to talk to you, Jaime.
I did 6 months at County, man.
I'm on parole, homes, staying straight.
Yeah, then, why are you running away?
'Cause you guys are the cops.
We're not cops. We're federal agents, Jaime.
Same difference.
I thought you said we were cool.
You weren't chasing me then.
- We're not chasing you now.
- We just want to talk.
Jaime, Jaime, Jaime.
Want some water?
Boy, oh, boy, this year is just flying by, huh?
- It's January 8.
- Special day.
Ocho de enero, January 8. Just like you blink and...
8 days are gone.
Wow, what are these, 2-acre lots?
Yeah, the next time we go undercover as a married couple, this is going to be our neighborhood.
I would get lost in such a big house.
Well, you need room for 5 kids, couple of dogs, cat, hamster.
Ha, 5 kids. Do you want to drive your wife crazy?
It won't be so bad. Have a Swedish au pair, French maid.
Huge alimony.
Huh-ha.
- Buenos dias.
- Buenos dias.
- Mrs. Hall?
- Hello.
Special Agent Blye. This is Detective Deeks.
The police were here last week. I already did a report, so I'm not quite sure why you're here.
Well, we're actually part of a special task force.
Your car was used in a major crime last night.
Do you know exactly when it was stolen?
Friday, at 2 in the morning.
Did your security cameras pick up anything?
A guy opened the door and drove away. Couldn't see his face.
So, the... keys were inside the car?
No. We had a break-in a couple of weeks ago.
All they got was some jewelry from the bedroom.
We didn't realize... they stole a spare car key from the kitchen.
Well, we'd still like to review your security video, if that's Okay.
The detectives went over it frame by frame. You can't see anything.
It would really help us out a lot.
- U-uh, does it have to be right now?
- Yes.
A woman was kidnapped last night.
They used your car.
Oh, Okay.
Well... make it quick. I have a doctor's appointment.
Seem nervous to you?
Hmm. She just doesn't want to be late for her Botox shot.
Wow.
The surveillance footage on Allison Hall's house is squeaky clean.
And no way to ID the guy who stole her Mercedes, either.
Cell phone and texts seem to show nothing out of the ordinary.
The only thing that's suspicious is her credit card statement.
10,000 a month at Barney's...
Neiman Marcus, Saks?
Poster child for SA.
It's... Shopaholics Anonymous.
Mmm, trying to cut back myself.
You're a compulsive shopper?
No, no, no, collector. I can easily drop... 2 grand a month.
On fantasy action figures?
Yeah.
That's... an expensive hobby.
Mmm, not a hobby. It's an investment.
The alien infantryman I got last year for 1,000 bucks... now is worth 1,500.
Impressive.
- Try getting that kind of return in the stock market.
- Mmm.
How about you? Any, uh, New Year's resolutions?
Well, mine are kind of weird and personal... so.
All right, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
No, it's Okay. Okay, um...
do you know when we're at work together?
Yeah?
Well... we are surrounded by these supercomputers and satellites and databases.
So... on the weekends... I've decided to go unplugged.
Meaning?
No cell phone, e-mail... text.
What if I have to call you?
Why would you have to call me on the weekend?
If there was an emergency at work.
I'll have a pager.
How very 1980s of you.
So, uh... what's that number?
Hetty has it.
Kensi's going to need that smartphone app really soon, so... how's it looking?
I'm, uh... I'm all over it.
Great.
- Great.
- Great.
No, no, no, those are worth nothing. You jack an old Honda, Toyota, chop them up in an hour...
the parts will get you 3 large.
We're looking for someone that specializes in SUVs.
Luxury SUVs. 3 rows, all the bells and whistles.
Jaime?
What do you know?
Nothing.
Now, why don't we believe you?
I know a guy that likes SUVs.
A lot of guys like SUVs.
I mean the ones that you're looking for.
He used to boost a few. Now it's... more like 20 a month.
What's his name?
No.
No, I can't!
No, these are some badass dudes.
They find out you're a snitch, you're muerto.
Jaime. We got your back.
Yeah, right.
Someone to stay with you.
Someone to keep you safe.
Never gonna happen.
I think that's your new partner now.
Hi.
I'm Kensi Blye. Nice to meet you.
For reals?
And you're gonna pay me, too?
Mm-hmm.
Top dollar.
Well, I guess this is starting to sound Okay.
Great.
Now we just need you to get Kensi into the crew as an... undercover car thief.
Tugh! Estas loco.
What you been smoking, cuz?
It'll never work.
These are OGs. They'll chop her up and-and feed her to the dogs.
Oye, you little bitch.
You come at me again, I will kick your sorry ass all the way to Chula Vista.
You feel me?
Damn!
Where'd you find her?
Cell phones, 14.99!
Get 'em while they're hot! Get 'em while they're... phones!
Telefonocellular-o. Muy barato!
Llaman Mexico, gratis.
It's "llamar a Mexico." You don't have to conjugate the verb.
Well, excuse me, Dora the Explorer, but my undercover dude failed high school Spanish.
Probably not the only thing he failed.
Easy, tiger. I'm the one that's got your back.
And, seriously...
keep an eye out for Jenny in there.
Bumper looks good, but the finish is uneven. Next time, not so thick on the paint, vato.
What do have we here?
Buenas tardes, Senor Esposito. Hm.
Jaime...
you big fat fool. Come here. Ha-ha-ha.
Who's this flower?
Oh, that's my cousin, Carlotta.
Con mucho gusto.
Mucho gusto.
Oh, you brought me a gangster.
How come they call you Krafty?
Something's wrong...
I fix it.
I bet you can.
How come I never seen you before?
She's visiting.
From Tucson.
I guess you like it hot.
If you came looking for work, Jaime, you...
picked a bad day.
Oh, not me, mano.
My cousin Carlotta needs a job.
She's got mad skills. She can get you any car you want just like this--
Callate! Estupido.
You...
you bring a stranger into my place of business, and in front of her, you accuse me of being a criminal?
I know what you need. I'm just trying to help, you know?
I can't even trust you not to talk about what I do.
Marco!
Paco!
Teach this payaso to keep his mouth shut!
Hey. We don't want no trouble. You let us walk out of here...
- I'll pretend I never saw this place.
- No, no, no. No.
Hey, hey! Yo, that's my cousin!
Get down!
Come on, man!
Vengate!
Alto! St-st-stop! Stop! Stand back!
That's one tough chica.
See what else you can do.
When I was 12, I could plug the windows...
hot-wire the ignition.
Yeah but these new keys have a transponder chip.
Without it, the fuel and starter systems are totally dead.
If you don't know that, why are we here?
'Cause I'm with the functions.
Memorized the VIN.
What are you doing?
Remember that commercial where the lady can't find her key and the baby's all, like...
crying inside the car and the operator has to save her ass?
Yeah.
I got friends who know computers.
Here we go.
Alarm... off.
You're kidding me, right?
No.
Let's unlock the doors.
Let's start the engine.
I don't believe it.
Reel him in, Krafty.
What are we waiting for?
You could do this to any car?
Pretty much.
May we be of further assistance?
You hungry?
Well, I show a Krispy Kreme a mile on the right. I think you need it.
Ah, I'm good.
Drive safely, ma'am, 'cause we are always here for you.
This could work out, chica.
This could seriously work out.
Ah, what the hell, man?
- You didn't come to a complete stop.
- Yeah, I did!
This is why I never take girls in my crew.
Are you crazy?
From head to toe.
You can't run from the cops.
I did in Tucson.
This is LA, girl. They got helicopters. In about 2 minutes, we're gonna be up on CNN.
In two minutes, I'll be losing their sorry ass.
Whoo!
Oh, no, no, you can't, you can't go-- No!
Close your eyes, nina.
Kensi, you drive like an old lady.
Could have totally nailed your ass.
- Huh-ha-ha!
- H-hm.
Put it over there on the left.
Damn, that was some driving, girl.
Heh. Whew.
What do we do now, man?
Nothing. It cools off for a day, make sure there's no LoJack, and then someone else takes over.
Wait, you sell the car to somebody else?
Something like that.
And then... where do they take 'em?
Far away, across the deep blue sea.
Forget about it. You just made 1,500 bucks.
That's cool.
And it can go up from there.
You like tequila?
Who doesn't?
We should celebrate. You want to get a drink tonight?
I can't, man. I'm busy.
Doing what?
I got plans!
So break 'em.
You just got a new job that's gonna make you rich.
I think it's time to party.
It's my mother.
We're making tamales for laCandelaria, you know?
Oh. Why didn't you say so?
Another time, then.
What's more important than la familia?
According to the registrar's office, Talia has a 2 pm psychology lecture.
Send Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna to the scene.
Crockett, Tubbs, you still with me?
This, uh... their code names for the operation.
Roger that, dispatch.
How close to downtown?
5 minutes.
We've been running Talia's electronic footprint.
She claims to have lost touch with her mother.
Not according to her e-mails or her phone records.
She's got something to hide.
Where is she?
We've been keeping tabs on Talia's cell phone.
At the moment, she's stopping every 2 blocks.
Even the green lights.
You think she's on a bus?
Either that or she's selling Girl Scout cookies.
Red hair. That's her.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Not necessarily.
She could be volunteering at a soup kitchen.
Hey!
Told you.
- Give it to me! Let go! Let go!
- Stop!
I'll check the girl. You got him?
I got him.
- Are you Okay?
- I think so.
Hey! Hey!
Eric! We got a fleeing suspect on a motorcycle. Latino male in his 20s. Black hoodie.
Roger that.
I'm Special Agent San Hanna.
We know about your mom.
You got something you want to tell us?
Yeah!
Now they're going to kill her.
When did they call?
It woke me up. 6 in the morning.
Caller ID?
Blocked.
They told me to bring my laptop to Hollenbeck Park or they'd kill my mom.
And don't even think about going to the police.
Which is why you lied to Kensi and Deeks.
We're going to help you.
You showed up dressed like cops.
I don't want her to die.
They need something off your computer.
They don't have it.
Which means she could still be safe.
People must think I hate her for being homeless.
But that's just how it was.
I mean, she did her best, always had me under her wing.
I mean, she used to help me with my homework by streetlight if she had to.
I wouldn't've made it without her.
She sounds like a great mother.
Last time you two talked?
Day before yesterday.
She mention anybody that would want to hurt her?
No.
I hate to bring this up...
but we know she had a drug problem.
Clean and sober for 3 years. She was getting it together... learning accounting.
She was good with numbers. Even got a few part-time jobs as a bookkeeper to help save up for an apartment.
Sorry. Are-are we interrupting?
What do you have?
No luck on the park attacker.
He ditched the bike and ran. And there are about 1,000 guys with hoodies in that neighborhood.
Check a blocked call to Talia's cell around 6 am.
On it.
How about the laptop?
Well, 3 days ago, her mom sent an e-mail, subject, uh, "Save this for me."
There was an attachment. Some file I couldn't open.
Neither can we. It's password-protected.
Since when has that ever been a problem?
It's not an alphanumeric password. It requires an audio file.
A voice match?
That's usually the case.
Probably Talia's voice or Jenny's voice.
Uh, we fed samples of their voice mails to each other into a deciphering program, but... that could take hours.
If the protected files contain damaging evidence, whoever's after Jenny would want it destroyed.
That's why they need Talia's laptop and password.
We also found a second e-mail that said, "The key is in the stack."
Key?
I was going to borrow her car.
What's the stack?
I don't know. The library?
She ever leave her key for you at the library?
"The key is in the stack"
That's got to be a message about how to access the protected file.
Stack is a computer term, right?
Uh, abstract-type linear data structure. Nothing like it on Talia's laptop.
Ooh. We got a hit on the 6 am call. It was made from a pay phone at a bus station.
We've got some old-school bad guys.
Check security cameras.
We'll try and find the stack.
Whatever that is.
Anything in the magazines?
Nothing.
It's Talia. Call me when you can.
I love you, Mom.
We're running out of time here. You really think the secret message is on a T-shirt?
Try reading this.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
Mother Teresa.
Nice.
But it's not "open sesame."
Stack of books over there.
I don't know, G. Eric said the password was an audio file. It doesn't have to be words.
All right, so we could also be looking for a thumb drive or a voice recorder or a... CD-ROM.
Music CDs?
Give it a try.
Anything in here?
Index cards. All blank.
What's this?
Birthday cards, Valentine's Day, graduation. I save them all.
It's a stack.
Mom couldn't afford presents, but she always got me a card.
Do you mind?
Go ahead.
Sketches of Spain.
Vintage Miles.
With Gil Evans.
My mom's.
She has good taste.
Hu-huh.
I know that song.
# I can't give you anything but love #
# Baby #
She used to sing it to me when I was little for a lullaby.
So it was a pretty cool birthday card.
Think the song is a key?
We found it in a stack.
Bingo.
Looks like we hit the jackpot.
Old VIN, new VIN.
They're changing 'em over so they can't be traced.
Well, Esposito's just the middleman. We need to find the big fish that's shipping them overseas.
Gonzalo Vargas, Primoroso Landscaping.
I'm sending a screenshot to Ops.
How did my mom get all of this stuff?
She is a very thorough bookkeeper.
I guess so.
How we doing, Eric?
Okay, I found Vargas.
Sending you the info now.
There's our man.
Eric, get me a 20 on this guy.
Already working on tracing his cell phone.
Landscaping company in Bel Air, Brentwood and Beverly Hills. That's the perfect cover.
He's casing luxury SUVs from behind the bushes.
13, 14... 15.
One for my cuz 'cause you hooked me up.
Sweet!
Hey. You hear they opened Jenny's file?
Yeah. Password was in a birthday card.
Isn't that amazing?
A birthday card.
- Mad props for bringing her in, J-dog.
- Thanks.
That's cool.
Hey, what's with the fireworks?
He must be welding under there.
No, man, that's an engraver.
Dawg, you changing the VIN numbers.
Wow, you get some fake DMV papers, you get those things through customs, you ship 'em anywhere!
So how many tamales you gonna make?
Double batch. About 40.
Now, with two of you, it should be quick, so...
tomorrow night? You and me? We should hang out, right?
You kidding me? Can he be any more of a sleazeball?
Maybe not.
Why not?
She doesn't want to, man.
No, this don't involve you, tonto.
Got him. Your suspect is traveling north on Tujunga, turning west on Penrose.
He's headed for the auto body shop.
Deeks, you're getting a visitor.
Oh, crap.
Kensi, you're about to get made.
- Get 'er out of there.
- Stay with us.
You shouldn't go out with 'er.
I'm talking about a drink!
Kensi, leave the building now. Right now!
Hey, you tell 'em I'm going to the bathroom.
We'll come back for you.
- Jefe, como estas?
- Hey.
- Escalade ready?
- About to take it to Long Beach.
The bathroom window is open. Kensi, get the hell out of there.
Hey, Krafty.
Yo, Krafty!
Yeah, she's going to the bathroom.
Keep moving, Kens!
Just a minute!
I want you to meet our boss. Stop!
Turn around. Show 'im some respect.
Heard some good things about you.
Hey.
Mamacita...
I met you before?
You ever been to Arizona?
Turn around.
All the way.
Okay, I need backup, Eric, LAPD, anybody, ASAP.
On it.
I know her! She's a damn cop!
Look, what are you trippin' about?
No, she's hard-core, dawg. She outran the LAPD.
No, nothing but show, man.
She was up at the house where we boosted the Benz.
She was talking to the lady like she's a detective or something.
No. Man. You're thinking of somebody else.
Hey-hey-hey, this is my cuz, I swear.
No.
Those eyes.
The figure.
The Sig.
It was you, puta.
You taking up with the cops, homes?
On your knees. Both o' you.
- This is messed up, E.
- No, I'll take care of it.
You're wrong. She's not a cop.
You're right. She's not a cop.
She's a dead cop.
I thought she was real. I thought she was down.
Shut up, fool!
Hey, you don't want to do this.
We got files from your bookkeeper. Details of every SUV and where they went in Asia.
Now's the time to be smart, man. Put your guns down. Turn yourselves in.
You got balls, mija.
Eric, I need an ETA on Callen and Sam.
3 minutes.
We don't have 3 minutes.
So if you know everything, how come nobody's come for me?
They're on their way.
They are?
She's bluffing.
You kill me, you get the death penalty, get it?
They've got to catch me first.
Oh!
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't think this thing was gonna be so wide.
What are you doing?
I am going door-to-door to offer you an incredible opportunity.
This, my friend, is 2 free days of promotion and marketing on this... spectacular sign.
Now, just last week, I was across the street. Doubled their walk-in customers.
And obviously, I can't guarantee that that's gonna happen for you guys, but this is an offer that you can't refuse.
We're not interested.
You don't understand. There's-there's no money up front. There's no risk.
Take off, gringo!
Whoa. Whoa. Gringo? All right, there's, there's no reason to start calling people names.
Don't move! Drop it!
Put it down.
That wasn't so smart, now, was it?
Now, toss it to the ground.
Toss it to the ground!
Careful, amigo. Those are designer frames.
It's her partner.
This is your cavalry? Huh?!
On your knees with your friends.
Tie their hands.
Stay in the car. Keep down.
Is my mom in there?
Let's hope so.
You ever drive a tow truck, G?
We'll take 'em to the yard.
Now we got 4 bodies to get rid of.
Grab some duct tape, tarps and shovels.
Federal agents! Drop your weapons!
Deeks, on your 6!
Callen, on your 6!
- Deeks?
- I'm good.
Kensi?
Kensi?!
I don't know anyone named Kensi!
- Let her go.
- Step away from the truck!
Drop the weapon, and no one gets hurt.
- Keep walking! Back off!
- Look at me.
You can't get away.
If I die, she dies!
Guys... lower your weapons, please.
Be smart. Listen to your girl.
Drop your weapon!
- Kensi, you good?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
Excuse me? Ugh. Little help here.
I get it, Kens. Hold up your wrist.
Guys?
- Where did they put Jenny?
- Hey, please!
Check all the closets and storerooms.
- Jenny?!
- Jenny?!
Got to check the yard.
So where do we start?
According to the manifest, he's shipping out 3 SUVs tomorrow to Singapore.
Okay, we start with the shipping containers.
A lot of containers.
She could be anywhere.
Hey, Eric, pan over with the infrared.
Doing it as we speak.
We got something, but it's not moving.
A dead body can radiate heat for 8 hours.
Sending you GPS coordinates.
There's no ventilation in there.
Feels like 120 degrees. She could be baked by now.
Jenny?
Jenny, can you hear me? Jenny, open your eyes.
We need to cool her down.
Come on. Get her out.
- Mom!
- Give them room to work.
- Is she Okay?
- I think so.
I'll call an ambulance.
Oh, my God.
Get her some water.
- Marty.
- Mom!
Marty.
- It's Okay. It's Okay.
- Mom.
- Baby!
- You're-you're Okay.
I thought I lost you.
You are never gonna lose me.
- Here.
- Oh, thank you.
So, Jenny, I take it you did some, uh... bookkeeping for Vargas?
For, like, 5 bucks an hour. Cheap bastard.
Yeah, well, you didn't get mad. You got even.
Why'd you wait so long if you had the information?
I wanted to tie everything up in a bow.
Marty always told me, "Don't come to me with half a story."
You did great.
Yes, 8:00 is perfect.
Table for 2 under the name Blye?
Great. Thank you very much. Bye.
You remember that orange soda you had for lunch?
Yeah?
Well, 41mg of caffeine.
Oranges do not have caffeine.
Well, there aren't any oranges in what you were drinking.
Just corn syrup, red dye 40, yellow dye 6, caffeine.
Mm-hmm.
Why didn't you tell me?
You were irritable. It was driving me crazy.
Uh-huh.
And how are you, Miss No Refined Sugar?
Good, actually.
Huh. What is that on your chin?
What?
Looks like chocolate.
It is not.
Let me see.
It's chocolate.
Oh, you know what? Great. That's organic carob from a protein bar.
- Yeah.
- Where's the wrapper?
I don't know.
No, no, no! Sam--
32g of sugar.
That's like eating a big chunk of fudge.
Fail.
Excuse me. I had a gun pointed at me today. Okay?
Why are you all dressed up?
What, this old thing?
- Heh-heh-heh.
- Just got a little dusty out there.
So, Esposito's gang was netting $100,000 per SUV.
Clearing 2 million a month.
They're returning the cars to all the owners?
No, we're reimbursing them.
They're going to ship the cars overseas as originally planned.
Really?
With some... significant after-market modifications.
Nice.
We'll be able to track every vehicle.
Listen in on every conversation.
A treasure trove of intelligence.
I believe a toast is in order.
Look at this.
A rare 2002 from Reims.
For the New Year?
No. For Mr. Deeks' birthday.
Ha. No way.
Seriously?
I thought it was on the 18th.
Uh, yeah, nice try. Actually, I heard you making dinner reservations, so.
That was with somebody else.
Yeah, right.
What, are you serious?
Sorry, Hetty. I don't mean to be messy.
- It's my birthday.
- Uh... ah.
Here you go, birthday boy.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
To Mr. Deeks!
Long may he run.
- Cheers!
- Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday, Deeks.
- Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday, boy.
- Cheers, cheers.
- Happy birthday.
Eye contact.
Happy birthday.
Hey, uh...
I'm the one that's going to dinner, right?
Hi.
Hey, you look nice. Really nice.
Thank you for doing this.
Thank you for saving my life. It's the least I could do.
Oh, this is my mother, Guadalupe.
Mama.
So... what are we drinking?
Margaritas. You want one?
Yes, please. Hu-huh.
Make that a double.
Ay, caramba.
Hello.
Marty, it's Jenny.
Jenny?
Jenny Radler. I need help.
Jenny, it's 3:00 in the morning.
I found something big.
I'm guessing it's not sobriety.
I'm in trouble.
Okay, what's going on?
They're stealing luxury SUVs, shipping them to Asia.
One blew up the police station in Jakarta. There was a kidnapping in Kuala Lumpur, a-a drive-by in Manila.
The cars are from the Westside, and then they go to Long Beach, and get put on--
Oh, man. Is that them?
I thought I lost them.
- What do you mean? You lost who?
- Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
They're trying to kill me. Oh, God, Marty.
- Jenny, where are you?
- Oh, God.
- Jenny.
- Oh, my God.
Marty!
Jenny, you got to talk to me. Pick up your phone.
Marty, no, no! Aah!
Jenny.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Does anybody want coffee?
I'm good.
My New Year's resolution. I'm off caffeine.
Never felt better.
Awesome. I've made it a week without refined sugar.
So pathetic.
Wait a second. Did I just hear Sam "My Body Is a Temple" Hanna...
give us a hard time about being healthy?
Every year, people say the same thing.
"I'm gonna lose weight, I'm gonna quit smoking...
"I'm gonna spend more time with my family." And 92% of them fail before February.
- Why even bother?
- Wow.
You know, my second resolution was to not be judgmental of others.
I wasn't being judgmental. I was quoting scientific studies.
Well, scientifically, we could be part of the 8% who actually do succeed.
The few, the proud.
Hmm. Where's Deeks?
Oh, I know. His New Year's resolution was to get to work on time.
Huh-huh-hum!
Let's go.
I've been here for hours.
One blew up the police station in Jakarta. There was a kidnapping in Kuala Lumpur, a-a drive-by in Manila.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
Jenny, where are you?
Oh, my God.
- Marty!
- Jenny, you got to talk to me. Pick up your phone.
Marty, no, no! Aah!
But there's more. Nell, play the tape.
This is what we pulled from a nearby traffic cam.
And right after the crash, she was abducted by these 2 guys.
I take it the victim is a friend of yours?
Jenny Radler. Back in the day, I was her public defender for a few misdemeanors... uh, shoplifting, cocaine possession.
You keep in touch with all your former clients?
No, she's not exactly on my Christmas card list if that's what you're asking.
But when I made detective, she tried to be an informant, and I emphasize "tried" because the most she ever got was 20 bucks for ratting out a tagger.
Sounds like LAPD can handle it.
Though her descriptions of Southeast Asian acts of terrorism were spot-on.
Couldn't she have just found that out on the Internet?
Not without the highest SCI clearance.
Mr. Deeks and I enjoyed the sunrise this morning. It was glorious.
Mr. Beale.
Stolen SUVs are making their way across the Pacific for use as paramilitary vehicles. They're behind numerous civilian deaths.
One day, it's a soccer mom's SUV in Beverly Hills.
2 weeks later, it blows up a government building in the Philippines.
This informant may hold the key to dismantling an international terror ring.
Could be the reason she was kidnapped.
Are you tracking her cell phone?
It's been off since the crash.
Ooh, I just found something.
Her daughter Talia is a sophomore at Whitley University.
Are you kidding me?
What?
Nothing. Just the... last time I saw her, she was just a little kid...
running around a homeless shelter.
Time flies.
Why don't you two check out the college? We'll look into the minivan.
Find anything?
No drugs, no alcohol, no weapons.
We're kind of done here.
Except for the driver.
Jenny Radler is a homeless drug addict on parole.
Looks like she crashed... and fled the scene.
Where you looking for her?
We have a warrant out. When she shows up, she's going back to lockup.
- Mind if we take a look?
- Knock yourself out.
- Definitely overdue for maid service.
- Mm-hmm.
Or trip to the Laundromat.
How do you live like this?
Kung pao chicken.
Judging from the lack of mold... I'd say it's last night's dinner.
Double-shot espresso, G. Sealed and untouched.
You must be ready for a little pick-me-up.
2013 Range Rover HSE, Lexus LX 570, Cadillac Escalade ESV.
It's a little beyond her means.
Oh, interest rates are low. There are some attractive leases out there.
Could be a stolen car wish list.
Something under the gas pedal.
It's all over the floor mat.
Looks like a USB thumb drive.
A very dead USB thumb drive.
Bag that for Eric.
Let's hope the boy wonder can bring it back to life.
You mind if I take the lead on this?
Be my guest.
I helped Jenny retain custody when Child Protective Services was trying to take Talia away, so we have a little bit of a...
little bit of a history together.
She might feel more comfortable with a sympathetic female.
I don't know, I'm pretty in touch with my feminine side.
Yeah, see, that's the problem. If you did have a feminine side, you'd be touching it all the time.
Wow. And yet, so true.
Kens, there she is.
Talia. Hey.
Hi. I'm, uh, Marty Deeks. I'm sorry.
I knew you when you were just a... a little girl.
I, um...
- I was helping with, uh--
- I don't remember you.
Uh... you and your mother were living at the shelter. I was a... a lawyer--
- What's your name again?
- Marty...
Deeks. That's Okay, I'll just... start from the top.
Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD. This is Special Agent Kensi Blye.
Can we talk to you for a sec? It's about your mother.
Is my mom back in jail?
- No.
- But we think she's in trouble.
She's always in trouble.
Heh. This is true, but we really need your help on this.
Yeah, and I could've used her help for the first 18 years of my life.
You ever pee in the back of a minivan?
Take a bath in the sink at a diner?
How about fighting off perverts at a homeless shelter?
That sounds horrible.
I'm, uh...
I'm sorry.
When's the last time you talked to your mom?
Tuesday. December 21, 2010.
It was my birthday.
Look, I can't miss class.
Okay, I get it, all right? But this is your mom and she may have been kidnapped.
Every day... I wake up totally prepared to hear that she's dead.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
Well done, counselor.
I thought that went well.
Nothing. Crystal oscillator's shot.
We're not giving up.
- 300 mV?
- I guess.
I'm calling it.
Any luck with the recovery?
Anything?
The trauma was extensive.
The mass storage controller was pulverized.
We used all our capabilities.
But... the damages are beyond repair.
Time of death... all right, 10:45.
Anything from Kensi and Deeks?
Mother and daughter are estranged.
We're back to square 1.
Not quite.
Even though the getaway car had no plates, there was a torn-off bumper sticker.
Based on the coloring and a couple of partial letters, we got a match.
"My child is an honor student at McCadden Elementary."
We crossed school records with recent motor vehicle thefts and got you an address.
Good. Kensi and Deeks are in the neighborhood.
What do we have on stolen car rings?
Over 100 to choose from.
Now, who do we know that can tell us about stolen cars?
I didn't do anything.
We didn't say you did anything.
We just want to talk to you, Jaime.
I did 6 months at County, man.
I'm on parole, homes, staying straight.
Yeah, then, why are you running away?
'Cause you guys are the cops.
We're not cops. We're federal agents, Jaime.
Same difference.
I thought you said we were cool.
You weren't chasing me then.
- We're not chasing you now.
- We just want to talk.
Jaime, Jaime, Jaime.
Want some water?
Boy, oh, boy, this year is just flying by, huh?
- It's January 8.
- Special day.
Ocho de enero, January 8. Just like you blink and...
8 days are gone.
Wow, what are these, 2-acre lots?
Yeah, the next time we go undercover as a married couple, this is going to be our neighborhood.
I would get lost in such a big house.
Well, you need room for 5 kids, couple of dogs, cat, hamster.
Ha, 5 kids. Do you want to drive your wife crazy?
It won't be so bad. Have a Swedish au pair, French maid.
Huge alimony.
Huh-ha.
- Buenos dias.
- Buenos dias.
- Mrs. Hall?
- Hello.
Special Agent Blye. This is Detective Deeks.
The police were here last week. I already did a report, so I'm not quite sure why you're here.
Well, we're actually part of a special task force.
Your car was used in a major crime last night.
Do you know exactly when it was stolen?
Friday, at 2 in the morning.
Did your security cameras pick up anything?
A guy opened the door and drove away. Couldn't see his face.
So, the... keys were inside the car?
No. We had a break-in a couple of weeks ago.
All they got was some jewelry from the bedroom.
We didn't realize... they stole a spare car key from the kitchen.
Well, we'd still like to review your security video, if that's Okay.
The detectives went over it frame by frame. You can't see anything.
It would really help us out a lot.
- U-uh, does it have to be right now?
- Yes.
A woman was kidnapped last night.
They used your car.
Oh, Okay.
Well... make it quick. I have a doctor's appointment.
Seem nervous to you?
Hmm. She just doesn't want to be late for her Botox shot.
Wow.
The surveillance footage on Allison Hall's house is squeaky clean.
And no way to ID the guy who stole her Mercedes, either.
Cell phone and texts seem to show nothing out of the ordinary.
The only thing that's suspicious is her credit card statement.
10,000 a month at Barney's...
Neiman Marcus, Saks?
Poster child for SA.
It's... Shopaholics Anonymous.
Mmm, trying to cut back myself.
You're a compulsive shopper?
No, no, no, collector. I can easily drop... 2 grand a month.
On fantasy action figures?
Yeah.
That's... an expensive hobby.
Mmm, not a hobby. It's an investment.
The alien infantryman I got last year for 1,000 bucks... now is worth 1,500.
Impressive.
- Try getting that kind of return in the stock market.
- Mmm.
How about you? Any, uh, New Year's resolutions?
Well, mine are kind of weird and personal... so.
All right, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
No, it's Okay. Okay, um...
do you know when we're at work together?
Yeah?
Well... we are surrounded by these supercomputers and satellites and databases.
So... on the weekends... I've decided to go unplugged.
Meaning?
No cell phone, e-mail... text.
What if I have to call you?
Why would you have to call me on the weekend?
If there was an emergency at work.
I'll have a pager.
How very 1980s of you.
So, uh... what's that number?
Hetty has it.
Kensi's going to need that smartphone app really soon, so... how's it looking?
I'm, uh... I'm all over it.
Great.
- Great.
- Great.
No, no, no, those are worth nothing. You jack an old Honda, Toyota, chop them up in an hour...
the parts will get you 3 large.
We're looking for someone that specializes in SUVs.
Luxury SUVs. 3 rows, all the bells and whistles.
Jaime?
What do you know?
Nothing.
Now, why don't we believe you?
I know a guy that likes SUVs.
A lot of guys like SUVs.
I mean the ones that you're looking for.
He used to boost a few. Now it's... more like 20 a month.
What's his name?
No.
No, I can't!
No, these are some badass dudes.
They find out you're a snitch, you're muerto.
Jaime. We got your back.
Yeah, right.
Someone to stay with you.
Someone to keep you safe.
Never gonna happen.
I think that's your new partner now.
Hi.
I'm Kensi Blye. Nice to meet you.
For reals?
And you're gonna pay me, too?
Mm-hmm.
Top dollar.
Well, I guess this is starting to sound Okay.
Great.
Now we just need you to get Kensi into the crew as an... undercover car thief.
Tugh! Estas loco.
What you been smoking, cuz?
It'll never work.
These are OGs. They'll chop her up and-and feed her to the dogs.
Oye, you little bitch.
You come at me again, I will kick your sorry ass all the way to Chula Vista.
You feel me?
Damn!
Where'd you find her?
Cell phones, 14.99!
Get 'em while they're hot! Get 'em while they're... phones!
Telefonocellular-o. Muy barato!
Llaman Mexico, gratis.
It's "llamar a Mexico." You don't have to conjugate the verb.
Well, excuse me, Dora the Explorer, but my undercover dude failed high school Spanish.
Probably not the only thing he failed.
Easy, tiger. I'm the one that's got your back.
And, seriously...
keep an eye out for Jenny in there.
Bumper looks good, but the finish is uneven. Next time, not so thick on the paint, vato.
What do have we here?
Buenas tardes, Senor Esposito. Hm.
Jaime...
you big fat fool. Come here. Ha-ha-ha.
Who's this flower?
Oh, that's my cousin, Carlotta.
Con mucho gusto.
Mucho gusto.
Oh, you brought me a gangster.
How come they call you Krafty?
Something's wrong...
I fix it.
I bet you can.
How come I never seen you before?
She's visiting.
From Tucson.
I guess you like it hot.
If you came looking for work, Jaime, you...
picked a bad day.
Oh, not me, mano.
My cousin Carlotta needs a job.
She's got mad skills. She can get you any car you want just like this--
Callate! Estupido.
You...
you bring a stranger into my place of business, and in front of her, you accuse me of being a criminal?
I know what you need. I'm just trying to help, you know?
I can't even trust you not to talk about what I do.
Marco!
Paco!
Teach this payaso to keep his mouth shut!
Hey. We don't want no trouble. You let us walk out of here...
- I'll pretend I never saw this place.
- No, no, no. No.
Hey, hey! Yo, that's my cousin!
Get down!
Come on, man!
Vengate!
Alto! St-st-stop! Stop! Stand back!
That's one tough chica.
See what else you can do.
When I was 12, I could plug the windows...
hot-wire the ignition.
Yeah but these new keys have a transponder chip.
Without it, the fuel and starter systems are totally dead.
If you don't know that, why are we here?
'Cause I'm with the functions.
Memorized the VIN.
What are you doing?
Remember that commercial where the lady can't find her key and the baby's all, like...
crying inside the car and the operator has to save her ass?
Yeah.
I got friends who know computers.
Here we go.
Alarm... off.
You're kidding me, right?
No.
Let's unlock the doors.
Let's start the engine.
I don't believe it.
Reel him in, Krafty.
What are we waiting for?
You could do this to any car?
Pretty much.
May we be of further assistance?
You hungry?
Well, I show a Krispy Kreme a mile on the right. I think you need it.
Ah, I'm good.
Drive safely, ma'am, 'cause we are always here for you.
This could work out, chica.
This could seriously work out.
Ah, what the hell, man?
- You didn't come to a complete stop.
- Yeah, I did!
This is why I never take girls in my crew.
Are you crazy?
From head to toe.
You can't run from the cops.
I did in Tucson.
This is LA, girl. They got helicopters. In about 2 minutes, we're gonna be up on CNN.
In two minutes, I'll be losing their sorry ass.
Whoo!
Oh, no, no, you can't, you can't go-- No!
Close your eyes, nina.
Kensi, you drive like an old lady.
Could have totally nailed your ass.
- Huh-ha-ha!
- H-hm.
Put it over there on the left.
Damn, that was some driving, girl.
Heh. Whew.
What do we do now, man?
Nothing. It cools off for a day, make sure there's no LoJack, and then someone else takes over.
Wait, you sell the car to somebody else?
Something like that.
And then... where do they take 'em?
Far away, across the deep blue sea.
Forget about it. You just made 1,500 bucks.
That's cool.
And it can go up from there.
You like tequila?
Who doesn't?
We should celebrate. You want to get a drink tonight?
I can't, man. I'm busy.
Doing what?
I got plans!
So break 'em.
You just got a new job that's gonna make you rich.
I think it's time to party.
It's my mother.
We're making tamales for laCandelaria, you know?
Oh. Why didn't you say so?
Another time, then.
What's more important than la familia?
According to the registrar's office, Talia has a 2 pm psychology lecture.
Send Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna to the scene.
Crockett, Tubbs, you still with me?
This, uh... their code names for the operation.
Roger that, dispatch.
How close to downtown?
5 minutes.
We've been running Talia's electronic footprint.
She claims to have lost touch with her mother.
Not according to her e-mails or her phone records.
She's got something to hide.
Where is she?
We've been keeping tabs on Talia's cell phone.
At the moment, she's stopping every 2 blocks.
Even the green lights.
You think she's on a bus?
Either that or she's selling Girl Scout cookies.
Red hair. That's her.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Not necessarily.
She could be volunteering at a soup kitchen.
Hey!
Told you.
- Give it to me! Let go! Let go!
- Stop!
I'll check the girl. You got him?
I got him.
- Are you Okay?
- I think so.
Hey! Hey!
Eric! We got a fleeing suspect on a motorcycle. Latino male in his 20s. Black hoodie.
Roger that.
I'm Special Agent San Hanna.
We know about your mom.
You got something you want to tell us?
Yeah!
Now they're going to kill her.
When did they call?
It woke me up. 6 in the morning.
Caller ID?
Blocked.
They told me to bring my laptop to Hollenbeck Park or they'd kill my mom.
And don't even think about going to the police.
Which is why you lied to Kensi and Deeks.
We're going to help you.
You showed up dressed like cops.
I don't want her to die.
They need something off your computer.
They don't have it.
Which means she could still be safe.
People must think I hate her for being homeless.
But that's just how it was.
I mean, she did her best, always had me under her wing.
I mean, she used to help me with my homework by streetlight if she had to.
I wouldn't've made it without her.
She sounds like a great mother.
Last time you two talked?
Day before yesterday.
She mention anybody that would want to hurt her?
No.
I hate to bring this up...
but we know she had a drug problem.
Clean and sober for 3 years. She was getting it together... learning accounting.
She was good with numbers. Even got a few part-time jobs as a bookkeeper to help save up for an apartment.
Sorry. Are-are we interrupting?
What do you have?
No luck on the park attacker.
He ditched the bike and ran. And there are about 1,000 guys with hoodies in that neighborhood.
Check a blocked call to Talia's cell around 6 am.
On it.
How about the laptop?
Well, 3 days ago, her mom sent an e-mail, subject, uh, "Save this for me."
There was an attachment. Some file I couldn't open.
Neither can we. It's password-protected.
Since when has that ever been a problem?
It's not an alphanumeric password. It requires an audio file.
A voice match?
That's usually the case.
Probably Talia's voice or Jenny's voice.
Uh, we fed samples of their voice mails to each other into a deciphering program, but... that could take hours.
If the protected files contain damaging evidence, whoever's after Jenny would want it destroyed.
That's why they need Talia's laptop and password.
We also found a second e-mail that said, "The key is in the stack."
Key?
I was going to borrow her car.
What's the stack?
I don't know. The library?
She ever leave her key for you at the library?
"The key is in the stack"
That's got to be a message about how to access the protected file.
Stack is a computer term, right?
Uh, abstract-type linear data structure. Nothing like it on Talia's laptop.
Ooh. We got a hit on the 6 am call. It was made from a pay phone at a bus station.
We've got some old-school bad guys.
Check security cameras.
We'll try and find the stack.
Whatever that is.
Anything in the magazines?
Nothing.
It's Talia. Call me when you can.
I love you, Mom.
We're running out of time here. You really think the secret message is on a T-shirt?
Try reading this.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
Mother Teresa.
Nice.
But it's not "open sesame."
Stack of books over there.
I don't know, G. Eric said the password was an audio file. It doesn't have to be words.
All right, so we could also be looking for a thumb drive or a voice recorder or a... CD-ROM.
Music CDs?
Give it a try.
Anything in here?
Index cards. All blank.
What's this?
Birthday cards, Valentine's Day, graduation. I save them all.
It's a stack.
Mom couldn't afford presents, but she always got me a card.
Do you mind?
Go ahead.
Sketches of Spain.
Vintage Miles.
With Gil Evans.
My mom's.
She has good taste.
Hu-huh.
I know that song.
# I can't give you anything but love #
# Baby #
She used to sing it to me when I was little for a lullaby.
So it was a pretty cool birthday card.
Think the song is a key?
We found it in a stack.
Bingo.
Looks like we hit the jackpot.
Old VIN, new VIN.
They're changing 'em over so they can't be traced.
Well, Esposito's just the middleman. We need to find the big fish that's shipping them overseas.
Gonzalo Vargas, Primoroso Landscaping.
I'm sending a screenshot to Ops.
How did my mom get all of this stuff?
She is a very thorough bookkeeper.
I guess so.
How we doing, Eric?
Okay, I found Vargas.
Sending you the info now.
There's our man.
Eric, get me a 20 on this guy.
Already working on tracing his cell phone.
Landscaping company in Bel Air, Brentwood and Beverly Hills. That's the perfect cover.
He's casing luxury SUVs from behind the bushes.
13, 14... 15.
One for my cuz 'cause you hooked me up.
Sweet!
Hey. You hear they opened Jenny's file?
Yeah. Password was in a birthday card.
Isn't that amazing?
A birthday card.
- Mad props for bringing her in, J-dog.
- Thanks.
That's cool.
Hey, what's with the fireworks?
He must be welding under there.
No, man, that's an engraver.
Dawg, you changing the VIN numbers.
Wow, you get some fake DMV papers, you get those things through customs, you ship 'em anywhere!
So how many tamales you gonna make?
Double batch. About 40.
Now, with two of you, it should be quick, so...
tomorrow night? You and me? We should hang out, right?
You kidding me? Can he be any more of a sleazeball?
Maybe not.
Why not?
She doesn't want to, man.
No, this don't involve you, tonto.
Got him. Your suspect is traveling north on Tujunga, turning west on Penrose.
He's headed for the auto body shop.
Deeks, you're getting a visitor.
Oh, crap.
Kensi, you're about to get made.
- Get 'er out of there.
- Stay with us.
You shouldn't go out with 'er.
I'm talking about a drink!
Kensi, leave the building now. Right now!
Hey, you tell 'em I'm going to the bathroom.
We'll come back for you.
- Jefe, como estas?
- Hey.
- Escalade ready?
- About to take it to Long Beach.
The bathroom window is open. Kensi, get the hell out of there.
Hey, Krafty.
Yo, Krafty!
Yeah, she's going to the bathroom.
Keep moving, Kens!
Just a minute!
I want you to meet our boss. Stop!
Turn around. Show 'im some respect.
Heard some good things about you.
Hey.
Mamacita...
I met you before?
You ever been to Arizona?
Turn around.
All the way.
Okay, I need backup, Eric, LAPD, anybody, ASAP.
On it.
I know her! She's a damn cop!
Look, what are you trippin' about?
No, she's hard-core, dawg. She outran the LAPD.
No, nothing but show, man.
She was up at the house where we boosted the Benz.
She was talking to the lady like she's a detective or something.
No. Man. You're thinking of somebody else.
Hey-hey-hey, this is my cuz, I swear.
No.
Those eyes.
The figure.
The Sig.
It was you, puta.
You taking up with the cops, homes?
On your knees. Both o' you.
- This is messed up, E.
- No, I'll take care of it.
You're wrong. She's not a cop.
You're right. She's not a cop.
She's a dead cop.
I thought she was real. I thought she was down.
Shut up, fool!
Hey, you don't want to do this.
We got files from your bookkeeper. Details of every SUV and where they went in Asia.
Now's the time to be smart, man. Put your guns down. Turn yourselves in.
You got balls, mija.
Eric, I need an ETA on Callen and Sam.
3 minutes.
We don't have 3 minutes.
So if you know everything, how come nobody's come for me?
They're on their way.
They are?
She's bluffing.
You kill me, you get the death penalty, get it?
They've got to catch me first.
Oh!
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't think this thing was gonna be so wide.
What are you doing?
I am going door-to-door to offer you an incredible opportunity.
This, my friend, is 2 free days of promotion and marketing on this... spectacular sign.
Now, just last week, I was across the street. Doubled their walk-in customers.
And obviously, I can't guarantee that that's gonna happen for you guys, but this is an offer that you can't refuse.
We're not interested.
You don't understand. There's-there's no money up front. There's no risk.
Take off, gringo!
Whoa. Whoa. Gringo? All right, there's, there's no reason to start calling people names.
Don't move! Drop it!
Put it down.
That wasn't so smart, now, was it?
Now, toss it to the ground.
Toss it to the ground!
Careful, amigo. Those are designer frames.
It's her partner.
This is your cavalry? Huh?!
On your knees with your friends.
Tie their hands.
Stay in the car. Keep down.
Is my mom in there?
Let's hope so.
You ever drive a tow truck, G?
We'll take 'em to the yard.
Now we got 4 bodies to get rid of.
Grab some duct tape, tarps and shovels.
Federal agents! Drop your weapons!
Deeks, on your 6!
Callen, on your 6!
- Deeks?
- I'm good.
Kensi?
Kensi?!
I don't know anyone named Kensi!
- Let her go.
- Step away from the truck!
Drop the weapon, and no one gets hurt.
- Keep walking! Back off!
- Look at me.
You can't get away.
If I die, she dies!
Guys... lower your weapons, please.
Be smart. Listen to your girl.
Drop your weapon!
- Kensi, you good?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
Excuse me? Ugh. Little help here.
I get it, Kens. Hold up your wrist.
Guys?
- Where did they put Jenny?
- Hey, please!
Check all the closets and storerooms.
- Jenny?!
- Jenny?!
Got to check the yard.
So where do we start?
According to the manifest, he's shipping out 3 SUVs tomorrow to Singapore.
Okay, we start with the shipping containers.
A lot of containers.
She could be anywhere.
Hey, Eric, pan over with the infrared.
Doing it as we speak.
We got something, but it's not moving.
A dead body can radiate heat for 8 hours.
Sending you GPS coordinates.
There's no ventilation in there.
Feels like 120 degrees. She could be baked by now.
Jenny?
Jenny, can you hear me? Jenny, open your eyes.
We need to cool her down.
Come on. Get her out.
- Mom!
- Give them room to work.
- Is she Okay?
- I think so.
I'll call an ambulance.
Oh, my God.
Get her some water.
- Marty.
- Mom!
Marty.
- It's Okay. It's Okay.
- Mom.
- Baby!
- You're-you're Okay.
I thought I lost you.
You are never gonna lose me.
- Here.
- Oh, thank you.
So, Jenny, I take it you did some, uh... bookkeeping for Vargas?
For, like, 5 bucks an hour. Cheap bastard.
Yeah, well, you didn't get mad. You got even.
Why'd you wait so long if you had the information?
I wanted to tie everything up in a bow.
Marty always told me, "Don't come to me with half a story."
You did great.
Yes, 8:00 is perfect.
Table for 2 under the name Blye?
Great. Thank you very much. Bye.
You remember that orange soda you had for lunch?
Yeah?
Well, 41mg of caffeine.
Oranges do not have caffeine.
Well, there aren't any oranges in what you were drinking.
Just corn syrup, red dye 40, yellow dye 6, caffeine.
Mm-hmm.
Why didn't you tell me?
You were irritable. It was driving me crazy.
Uh-huh.
And how are you, Miss No Refined Sugar?
Good, actually.
Huh. What is that on your chin?
What?
Looks like chocolate.
It is not.
Let me see.
It's chocolate.
Oh, you know what? Great. That's organic carob from a protein bar.
- Yeah.
- Where's the wrapper?
I don't know.
No, no, no! Sam--
32g of sugar.
That's like eating a big chunk of fudge.
Fail.
Excuse me. I had a gun pointed at me today. Okay?
Why are you all dressed up?
What, this old thing?
- Heh-heh-heh.
- Just got a little dusty out there.
So, Esposito's gang was netting $100,000 per SUV.
Clearing 2 million a month.
They're returning the cars to all the owners?
No, we're reimbursing them.
They're going to ship the cars overseas as originally planned.
Really?
With some... significant after-market modifications.
Nice.
We'll be able to track every vehicle.
Listen in on every conversation.
A treasure trove of intelligence.
I believe a toast is in order.
Look at this.
A rare 2002 from Reims.
For the New Year?
No. For Mr. Deeks' birthday.
Ha. No way.
Seriously?
I thought it was on the 18th.
Uh, yeah, nice try. Actually, I heard you making dinner reservations, so.
That was with somebody else.
Yeah, right.
What, are you serious?
Sorry, Hetty. I don't mean to be messy.
- It's my birthday.
- Uh... ah.
Here you go, birthday boy.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
To Mr. Deeks!
Long may he run.
- Cheers!
- Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday, Deeks.
- Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday, boy.
- Cheers, cheers.
- Happy birthday.
Eye contact.
Happy birthday.
Hey, uh...
I'm the one that's going to dinner, right?
Hi.
Hey, you look nice. Really nice.
Thank you for doing this.
Thank you for saving my life. It's the least I could do.
Oh, this is my mother, Guadalupe.
Mama.
So... what are we drinking?
Margaritas. You want one?
Yes, please. Hu-huh.
Make that a double.
Ay, caramba.