NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 21 - Resurrection - full transcript
Nell reports that, in Tijuana, Mexico, local police, aided by USA forces, have gunned down the kingpin of the Barbosa drug cartel; however, by bizarre means the body of the victim disappears from the morgue as soon as it arrives; the SecNav directs Callen and company to investigate the possibility of a leak on the US side and to find the missing body. G and Sam chat with Ness, the agent in charge for the DEA; Kensi and Deeks sniff around in Tijuana, meet a cop, see an informant (Javier), get into a gunfight, rescue Javier, and take him to the boatshed; G and Sam again talk with Ness, who suddenly falls dead; Kensi and Deeks question Javier, who gives some startling answers. Back at the office G and Sam put the pieces together, and G solves the puzzle; Kensi and Deeks draw fire and lose Javier; however, the loss was a planned one; Javier runs into trouble; G takes on a new role; the good guys overcome the bad ones; Javier returns to Mexico for a new life.
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♪ NCIS: LA 4x21 ♪
Resurrection
Original Air Date on April 23, 2013
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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What?
Why?
You're giving me late notice
on this,
but I'll try
to figure out something.
Say it ain't so.
It's so.
But you've got a plan.
Up and running.
All right, if Sam clears
his throat any harder,
he's gonna break a hip.
Kensi.
Yeah?
What are you doing
Saturday night?
Uh...
nothing. I mean...
Why?
G got tickets
to the Clippers game.
My babysitter flaked out on me.
His wife's out
of the country.
You want me to babysit?
Now that you mention it.
That is a great idea.
Uh...
We'll do it.
What?
Yep.
No, I want you at least 500 feet
away from my kids, minimal.
What are you talking about?
I'm great with kids.
Yeah. See, I'm not.
Kids and me-- we don't mix.
Wait. What?
Are you one of those people
that hates kids?
Hate's a strong word.
Well, you clearly
don't like them.
No...
You hate my kids?
Oh, gosh, Sam, no.
Wow.
You hate my kids.
No.
This...
changes everything.
What? What does it change?
You're a hater.
No, Sam...
A kid hater.
Wow.
Uh...!
Eric, I don't hate kids.
Sure, you don't.
This is Miguel Barbosa.
He's the kingpin of the Barbosa
cartel in Tijuana, Mexico.
Seems like every time we take
one of these guys down,
another five grow
in their place.
Each one worse
than the next.
Barbosa was gunned down
in a high-noon shootout
with local law enforcement
in Tijuana, Mexico.
Wow, big catch.
Well, they were backed
by Americans.
Navy kept Barbosa's
reinforcements
from arriving on the water,
and DEA added firepower
on the ground.
"But..."
But Barbosa's corpse
was stolen upon
arrival at the morgue.
That's common with the cartels.
Deprives law enforcement
of a trophy
and allows them
to bury their own.
The shooter knew
this corpse was coming in.
How long was he waiting
in the container?
There.
Shooter got there two
hours before the body.
He knew the gunfight
was gonna happen
and Barbosa
was gonna get smoked.
Sounds like our side
has a leak.
SECNAV agrees.
That's why he
assigned us the case.
Find the leak,
track down Barbosa's body.
Who ran this op
at the DEA?
Uh, Agent John Ness.
He's with the L.A. office.
Should be expecting us.
And Tijuana police have
a high-value informant
who's an expert
on the Barbosa cartel,
but they'll only release
information on him in person
and on their own turf.
All right, we'll speak
with Ness.
Why don't you guys head down
to Tijuana,
see if this informant has
any idea where the body went?
Well, Kensi should be fine,
unless, of course,
the informant is a child.
And yet I've managed to get
along with you this entire time.
Touché.
You guys have plans
this weekend?
Yep.
Yep.
Oh.
Good-bye, Clippers game.
Can I be of assistance,
gentlemen?
Nope.
We're good.
File on Ness indicates
he's a serious guy.
Practically lives
at the office.
Can't be bought.
An old-school
gunslinger type.
Yeah, I heard about him.
He used to run
counter-narcotics ops
back in the '90s,
Latin America.
His call sign
was "Ahab""
He's an obsessive guy.
Agents Callen
and Hanna?
That's us.
You Agent Ness?
One and only.
How you doing?
Good.
How's it going?
Good.
So, does SECNAV really think
I got Barbosa stuffed
and mounted in my office?
Not exactly.
Because I think
it's a damn good idea.
It's too bad the cartels got
their hands on him before I did.
Let's go talk in here.
We're not interrogating you,
Ness.
Maybe I'm interrogating you.
It doesn't have
to be like this.
If we're talking about
Miguel Barbosa, it does.
Hope you don't mind
if I have a seat.
I stay standing longer
than five minutes,
my back goes into spasms.
You chased him
for over ten years, huh?
Ten years, three months,
21 days.
Most of it in the field,
the rest of it behind a desk
after Barbosa tried
to kill me and failed.
He's recording this session, G.
Look, Ness, the Navy's
not doubting you.
In fact, we'd like your help.
You know this case
isn't officially closed
until we locate
Barbosa's body, right?
My men were on site
when he was killed.
I was following the op in
real time and received pictures
of his dead face from the scene,
which I confirmed.
My keepsake.
Does that give you closure?
After the car bomb, I woke up in
a hospital bed in Mexico City.
Told me I lost my leg.
Then they told me about my wife.
I called Miguel Barbosa
from my bed,
and I told him,
"I will never stop coming.
"Take my other leg.
"Take everything I have, pal.
But in the end,
I'm gonna get you."
We'll keep in touch,
Agent Ness.
You know where
to find me.
Thank you.
Buenas noches, señorita.
Hey.
Huh?
Vámonos, cowboy.
God, I love Mexico.
Seriously, this
place has got
four of my
favorite things.
It's got cheap beer,
it's got great surf,
it's got, obviously,
beautiful women,
it's got sombreros.
Stay sexy.
No me gusta.
So, how are we supposed
to recognize this, uh,
police contact of ours?
His department
didn't give us his name
or the name of his
high-value informant.
S.O.P. in cartel country.
Thanks.
But he knows what we look like.
Wow, that is fantastic.
Kid's not so bad.
There's that word
again-- "kid""
Deeks...
You really don't like them?
I didn't exactly have
the ideal upbringing.
Maybe I don't want to put a kid
through that, too.
Okay, you really
want to do this?
You want to have the
crappy-childhood contest with me?
You and I get to see
how dark this world is getting
on a daily basis.
Why would I want
to bring a child into that?
Fair enough, but, you know,
this isn't to be shocking,
but you don't have
to do it alone.
I mean, it takes
two people.
And if you didn't know that,
I could demonstrate for you.
I just need, like,
a cape, some tequila.
Agent Blye,
Detective Deeks?
Sanchez, Tijuana PD.
Sanchez...
how do you feel about children?
Cops don't banter down here.
All right.
Barbosa may be dead,
but we're still living
in a war zone.
Where's your informant?
The kid?
His name is Javier.
My team...
I'll get him.
Move!
Moving!
Hey!
Get down!
Exfil out the back door!
You got to get better groupies.
If I'd known this is what it
took to get across the border,
I would have tried getting shot
a long time ago.
Relax, man, relax.
What's your name, amigo?
Javier.
And I probably speak
better English than you, amigo.
No argument there.
I want a lawyer.
Yeah, might be one back at the
cantina with those shooters.
We can always dump you
back there, Javier.
Listen, we're on
your side, desperado.
Then why can't
I have a lawyer?
Because I said so.
Did you just drop the
"because I said so" bomb on him?
So, what if I did?
What do you mean, "What if I did?"
What, are you gonna
send him to his room next?
Excuse me?
Take away his milk money?
Whoa...
Why are you guys arguing?
We're not arguing.
We're not arguing.
We are having
a discussion.
Why don't you just work
on that ten and two?
Oh, what?
Ten and two, ten and two.
Yeah?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Put your hands on the wheel.
Lady's crazy, dude.
Kind of reminds me of my mom.
Listen, I know this
is hard to believe,
but I guarantee
you're safer with us
than you are anyplace else.
I never committed a crime.
I never hurt anyone, I swear.
So why'd those guys
come after you?
Okay. Thank you.
NSA says there's been no
Barbosa-related chatter.
Everyone's laying low.
Could mean something big's
going down.
Same with the Mexican Federales.
If somebody knows about the hit,
nobody's talking.
Hey.
What did you guys pick up
on the singer?
His name is
Javier Ramos.
And he's not just a singer.
He's a cartel celebrity.
A narcocorrida.
Minstrels for the drug cartel.
They make music that glorifies
criminals like Barbosa.
Like folk singers
for the Mexican underworld.
Javier was Barbosa's personal
songwriter and performer.
So who stands to gain
by killing Javier?
Well, this cartel
had some problems.
Barbosa's right-hand man
wanted to take over.
Pedro Moreno.
Their men were taking sides.
It was going to be civil war,
but Barbosa was killed
before it could start.
Civil war would have been ugly.
May have been some
Barbosa loyalists left,
Javier's songs glorified him.
Those people in Mexico take
their narco music seriously.
Maybe seriously enough
to turn Barbosa into a martyr.
Moreno killing Javier
would be the final nail
in Barbosa's coffin.
End his legacy forever.
You guys, go home.
Get some sleep.
All right. Good night.
Thanks. Night.
Good night.
I don't know.
What do you think?
I think we need
to talk to Ahab again.
This has been
a memorable adventure.
Are we almost there yet?
He asked you that
like ten minutes ago.
Yeah, welcome to my life.
Maybe we can just pull over
for like a half a second.
I think I saw a cactus
with my name on it.
Seriously,
Deeks, again?
Unless you want me
to pee in a bottle...
again.
All right.
Hey. Damn it.
Enjoy.
Look, I...
I don't know why
those guys wanted to kill me.
Honest.
They didn't want to kill you.
If they wanted to,
you'd be dead.
Okay?
They shot
Detective Sanchez first.
And then they took shots at me
and then my partner.
Never you--
they wanted you alive.
She's right-- somebody
wants an audience
with you pretty bad, and
I don't think it's to sing
"Hava Nagila" at their
kid's Bar Mitzvah.
I'm not a snitch.
Okay. Fine.
Don't say anything.
I was Miguel Barbosa's
best friend.
Here he is.
You guys mind
making some room?
Sure.
Thanks.
How's it going?
You boys hungry?
Kitchen makes a mean
mac and cheese.
We're good, thanks.
Sean.
Give me two orders
of mac and cheese
for my sailor friends here.
An attempt was made
on Javier Ramos's life
last night in Tijuana.
Dance with the devil, you're
gonna smell like brimstone.
Javier was a cartel groupie--
his songs make kids want
to grow up
with gold-plated A.K.'s.
Pedro Moreno was part
of Barbosa's entourage, too.
They were about
to go to war.
Any reason you could
think of that Moreno
would want Javier to join
Barbosa in the afterlife?
You first, Sam.
You're crazy.
There's no way I'm putting
this garbage in my body.
Come on, eat up while I think.
I'm actually allergic to dairy.
Oh, since when?
Since... that thing.
What thing?
That thing.
Allergic.
I have to pass.
I'm gluten-free.
What the hell's gluten?
I'm pretty sure there's
nothing gluten in there.
To answer your question,
Barbosa was a megalomaniac.
Which means the only
reason Moreno would
even go after Javier
would be to...
Ness?
Ness.
Agent Ness.
Get a medic.
Agent Ness!
I don't think this is
a heart attack, G.
Secure every exit--
no one leaves this building.
Yes, sir.
He's dead.
What do you got?
Kitchen staff reported
one missing cook's uniform.
Security cams didn't catch
any unauthorized visitors
coming or going.
Killer's a pro.
Yeah, forensics team
says he was killed
by an aconitine toxin.
Yeah, monkshood plant.
Guns and knives in a federal
building get assassins caught.
Vegetation...
not so much.
Mm-hmm.
Well, with Ness
dead, we only have
one reliable
Barbosa source left.
Any chance of finding the
leak or the stolen body,
it's gonna come
down to one guy.
Narcocorrida.
Javier.
Ever heard of
DEA Agent John Ness?
Sure.
He's Barbosa's worst nightmare.
He has this obsession
with catching him.
Had an obsession.
Ness was killed inside
his own office building
less than a half hour ago.
Poisoned, killer escaped.
Ness is an expert on Barbosa.
I mean, that's kind of
like you, right?
You don't think your
cantina adventure
and the Ness hit
were connected?
I-I don't know.
Someone's tying up
Barbosa's loose ends.
You're the last one left.
We just need a name, desperado.
Okay, you want to talk
about Barbosa's enemies
inside the cartel--
what about Pedro Moreno?
Moreno?
He's just a psycho.
Barbosa was more than that.
I was singing for pesos
on the street when he found me.
Took me in, bought me
a new guitar that same day.
He wanted me to sing
"Happy Birthday" to his mother.
He even let me keep
that guitar afterwards.
So, he discovered you?
Nobody ever gave me
anything before.
My dad was killed
in a cartel crossfire
when I was
a little boy.
Barbosa took me in.
And you paid him back
by singing narcocorridas
that would make him
a living legend in Mexico.
We'd talk about music for hours.
His ideas for lyrics.
The things Barbosa had seen and
done on his rise to the throne.
I heard his hopes,
his dreams, his fears.
And you got another father.
I lost my father, too.
He was an amazing man.
My dad wasn't an amazing man.
He was actually kind of
a terrible human being.
But that didn't mean
that I didn't miss him
in some weird way
after he was gone.
And I think my point is that I
understand what it's like
to have conflicted emotions
about your father.
Barbosa was a monster
to most people.
Nobody can ever replace
a father, but he was who I had.
It feels like you're
the first people
I've ever met who get that.
It sounds like Kensi
and Deeks are making
some progress on Javier.
Let's go.
Not so fast, gentlemen.
Here to put out
fires, Hetty?
Put out fires?
This is an inferno
to make Dante Alighieri blush.
How bad's the fallout?
Bad, very bad.
As a matter of fact,
SECNAV and the DEA director
want to hear your after-action
report on Ness's murder.
SECNAV needs to know
that we don't have
that kind of time right now.
Well, you can tell him
yourself, Mr. Hanna.
He's upstairs
right now.
SECNAV is on site?
On site and unhappy.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks
will just have to wait for you.
That's okay. I-I'll go upstairs
and debrief them.
Go to the boatshed.
I'll catch up.
I'm not gonna send you
to the lions alone.
I work with Granger
on a daily basis.
Lions are just another day
at the office.
Go, Mr. Callen,
before the inferno grows.
I'm good.
All right.
What was the last thing
you remember discussing
with Barbosa?
Anything can help us,
Javier.
Lately he was obsessed
with the idea of immortality.
Living forever?
No.
Being raised from the dead.
Resurrection.
He'd sip tequila
and smoke cigars
out on his deck.
Talk all night about
the Savior's second coming.
Was Barbosa a religious man?
No.
He just liked the drama of it.
See, his enemies
would think they killed him
and sleep soundly that night.
And come morning,
all the world would know
that Miguel Barbosa
rose from the grave
and brought hell along with him.
Sounds like a song.
It was.
I called it "Resurrection."
When Barbosa heard it,
he told me
never play it for anybody else,
ever again.
And why do you think
he said that?
He was a great guy.
A little crazy, but...
he said it would ruin
the surprise
when he really did come back
from the dead.
We'll be back.
You thinking what
we're thinking?
Barbosa's alive.
You done with
the debriefing?
Just getting started.
They gave me a break
before we get back into it.
Ness was in line for assistant
directorship at the DEA.
They want to know
every detail about his death.
Callen, Federales sent us photos
of the Barbosa shoot-out.
Throw it up.
We think Barbosa
may have staged his own death.
Now, Ness verified
these photos,
but he's been emotionally
involved in the case
for over
ten years.
He could've
gotten too close.
Maybe he wanted Barbosa
dead so bad he got tricked.
Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein
used look-alikes as decoys.
It's not like
he doesn't have the resources.
Barbosa has a lot of money
and a lot less overhead.
He had a
limited window of time.
Once officials ran the DNA
and the prints on this body,
they'd realize
it wasn't the real deal.
So they steal the body
from the morgue.
It's gotten to be so routine
with the cartels
that no one thinks
twice about it.
Why don't you reach out
to the DEA and the CIA.
Have them keep a close eye
for any communications
to Barbosa's family
or his top lieutenants.
Okay.
I got to get back.
Keep me in the loop.
I will.
You are sorely missed.
I could always...
Keep walking, Mr. Hanna.
Barbosa's alive, Hetty.
This whole ruse
makes total sense.
In a cartel power struggle,
the smartest move
would be for all his enemies
to assume that he's deceased.
And it gives him
the element of surprise
to move against Moreno.
Unfortunately,
Moreno's not the only one
Barbosa hoped
would let down his guard.
Ness.
These guys are as brutal
as the Chechens or
the Serbians ever were.
I'm afraid
it's more than brutality
we have to be concerned with.
Mr. Barbosa has gone
to extraordinary lengths
to lay out the board
to his advantage.
Our next move has to be made
with extreme care.
We'll find him.
We must.
Otherwise, Agent Ness
will have died for nothing.
The joke that Barbosa made
to you about resurrection...
We don't think
that was a joke.
You think it was Barbosa
that sent someone
after me in the cantina?
Well, we don't
know that for sure.
Could've been Moreno.
If Barbosa's alive...
he'll know I'm here.
I can't go back to México.
Even here, I'm...
We can put you
in a WITSEC program.
That's short for...
Witness Protection.
There's satellites in México.
I've seen the shows.
You'd live under a new name,
a new identity.
It'll be a new start.
But you can never contact
your friends and family again.
So I guess that rules out
a record deal.
Look, this isn't as simple as me
giving up my lifelong dream
for guaranteed safety.
There are no guarantees.
Barbosa has people everywhere.
And in everything.
You're
absolutely right.
There have been cases
where the program
was compromised.
There is
another option.
Help us go after him.
If we get Barbosa,
he'll be placed in Supermax:
the highest level security
prison in the country.
Even the top criminals
and terrorists in the world
are pretty much powerless
once they're inside.
So, that would be the end of it?
We're not gonna lie
to you, Javier.
We all know there
are no guarantees
with cartels.
But...
I like your odds
a whole lot better.
And obviously going after
Barbosa's gonna be risky.
And we're gonna have to
put you in harm's way.
But you will never
leave our sight.
I'll tell you what,
why don't we give you,
uh, some time to
think about it.
I don't like this, Mr. Callen.
I don't like it one bit.
Hetty...
Trying to lure
out Barbosa
not only puts
Javier's life in danger,
but also Ms. Blye
and Mr. Deeks.
If Javier agrees to do it--
and there's no guarantee
that he will--
this is our only chance
at bringing down Barbosa.
Bringing down Barbosa won't shut
down the cartel's operation.
It just makes it easier
for his rivals to take control.
And then it's back
to business as usual.
Exactly. You just made
my point for me, Mr. Callen.
Right.
But... consider this, Hetty:
You could have said
the same thing about the Mafia
in New York City in the '80s.
But it took more than ten years
of RICO indictments
and much blood spilled
on both sides.
And look at New York today.
The Mob no longer
has a stranglehold on the city.
Hetty, we have to keep at it.
People deserve the right
to see their spouses off to work
and their children off to school
without worrying
about them coming home
in a body bag.
It's probably the most
important decision of his life.
Yeah, we're gonna do
everything we can
to make sure he stays safe
no matter what he chooses.
We can't hold
ourselves responsible
for the consequences
of his decision.
Really?
What? It is his decision.
It's not like we
weren't honest with him.
He's not a kid.
Oh, please.
I shudder at the thought
of your decision-making skills
when you were that age.
I'll have you know
I was actually very mature for my age.
Mh-hmm.
Probably as mature as a
drunken 20-something-year-old
in a Girls Gone Wild video.
Wow. Do you know those
based on vicarious viewings
or is it something
much more first-hand?
Touché. Bad example.
'Cause I got my credit card
ready and the pause button...
Hey, moving on.
That's not much of a decision,
if you ask me.
What do you mean?
Going into WITSEC
with Barbosa still at large?
Most WITSEC cases
go without incident.
Yeah, but those odds go way down
when you're talking about
Mexican drug cartel snitches.
Okay, and what are his
odds if we dangle him
like a worm on a hook
in front of a barracuda?
Yeah, I guess
they both kind of suck.
Yeah, they both kind of do.
You think we
pushed him too hard?
Maybe.
Guys.
What do you got, Eric?
Word got out on the street that
Javier's being taken to WITSEC.
You got that sweet
silver Range Rover?
Keeping back nicely.
Yeah, but he's been with us
for the last three
random turns
that you've made.
I told you
he's got people everywhere.
Turn here.
Good timing, Deeks.
I make a point
of wearing my gold Rolex
to my garbage man job.
Get down!
Kens!
Stay down!
Get down. Javier!
Javier!
Javier!
Damn it!
Deeks!
He's gone!
♪
Fuera.
Javier!
Hello, Mr. Barbosa.
It seems rumors of your death
have been greatly exaggerated.
Looks like the undercover op
with the garbage truck
was a success.
Let's not pat ourselves
on the back just yet, Ms. Jones.
Mr. Barbosa may be alive,
but I'm afraid Javier
may not be for very much longer.
Okay, Javier's GPS has them
at 9th and Grand.
Kensi and Deeks
are both in position.
Eric, we got one security camera
facing the parking lot
and one guy at the door.
We're heading to the fire escape.
You ready? Go.
Show us how good you've gotten.
Maybe I can start singing
that resurrection ballad now.
Your humor
translates well.
Tell me, who was it
that got you?
FBI?
Homeland Security?
NCIS-- U.S. Navy.
But I didn't say
anything to them.
No?
No.
I'm sure you said something.
"Hello."
"Where's the bathroom?"
"Can I get a coffee?"
Well, yeah, yeah,
maybe a little bit, but I-I...
Stop babbling.
Do they know I'm alive?
No.
I didn't know you were alive.
How could I tell them?
Did I imply
that you did?
Would you tell them,
had you known?
No.
It's not that I don't
believe you, Javier.
It's just that sometimes,
when people talk,
maybe you say something
you don't mean to.
With all the questions
and the pressure,
sometimes maybe a little
something slips out.
Maybe you don't
realize it at the time
or you forget
because of all the, uh...
Confusion?
Confusion.
No.
No, I-I swear.
I didn't say anything.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
No. Miguel!
Miguel, we're friends!
We're... we're friends.
You are closer to me
than anyone, Javier.
That's more than a man
like me can afford.
No.
No!
Mr. Beale?
A few technical
difficulties.
Well, I suggest
you fix them now.
Barbosa...
I survived.
Ness?
I'm never going to stop coming.
You could take my other leg.
You could take
everything I got, pal.
But in the end,
I'm going to get you.
You're dead.
I'll finish the job myself,
then spit on your wife's grave!
How is it that Ness
is still alive?
You said
the poison worked.
Finish the job!
You son of a bitch.
You're dead.
You hear me?
I don't care how many times
I have to kill you!
Can you keep him on the phone,
Mr. Beale?
I could only cut together
so much of Callen
and Ness's conversation
before it became
conspicuously repetitive.
Where do we go, Eric?
You're looking for double doors.
Two of his men are still with
Barbosa and Javier.
Callen, you're about
to get some company.
Sorry that it's
come to this.
Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye,
Javier is out of time.
Shoot! Do it!
It was the
only way, Javier.
I had to test
your loyalty.
I was never
going to kill you.
You understand?
Javier, he's lying.
That's what he does.
You know that now.
No.
You're like a son to me.
You know that.
You have to trust me.
Okay? You trust me?
We're going to
leave now, okay?
Let's go.
Sorry.
Javier, you did good.
You did good.
I got you.
Was it the
longest debrief ever?
One day somebody might
offer me a desk job--
if I accept it, you have
permission to shoot me on sight.
Done.
Javier make it
back to Mexico?
On his way now.
Now that his
singing career is over,
it's a fresh new start.
Why is it over? Barbosa
and his closest guys are dead,
he's young and talented...
And his record label
is a drug cartel.
He should be applying
to colleges.
That's right,
that's what I'm saying--
he's got other options
besides narcocorrido,
you know what I mean?
I'm sure that Mexico
has their own version
of The Voice.
That's what
you came up with?
I'll have you know
that the winners end up
broke a year later.
Did you get a sitter?
No. Out of luck.
You're gonna have to take
someone else
to the Clippers game.
Where's Paris Summerskill
these days?
She's in Des Moines.
I'll do it.
You will?
I'll do it.
What changed your mind?
Yeah, what changed your mind?
Besides the fantasy of little
Martys running to and fro.
God...
I don't know.
Just helping Javier...
it felt different.
Felt good.
Wow.
This...
changes everything.
Thank you, Kensi.
I do have one condition, though.
Name it.
Deeks helps me watch your kids.
What?!
Look, I am taking a leap here
with this babysitting thing.
It would be really nice
to have my partner there
to back me up.
That is,
if he takes me up on it.
You want to play house?
They want to play house, Sam.
At your house,
when you're not there.
Oh, yeah?
I have nanny cams.
Everywhere.
That's okay, 'cause I do
some of my best work on camera.
Oh, thank you for an image
I will never be able
to get out of my head.
Is that so wrong?
I'm just getting it done.
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♪ NCIS: LA 4x21 ♪
Resurrection
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What?
Why?
You're giving me late notice
on this,
but I'll try
to figure out something.
Say it ain't so.
It's so.
But you've got a plan.
Up and running.
All right, if Sam clears
his throat any harder,
he's gonna break a hip.
Kensi.
Yeah?
What are you doing
Saturday night?
Uh...
nothing. I mean...
Why?
G got tickets
to the Clippers game.
My babysitter flaked out on me.
His wife's out
of the country.
You want me to babysit?
Now that you mention it.
That is a great idea.
Uh...
We'll do it.
What?
Yep.
No, I want you at least 500 feet
away from my kids, minimal.
What are you talking about?
I'm great with kids.
Yeah. See, I'm not.
Kids and me-- we don't mix.
Wait. What?
Are you one of those people
that hates kids?
Hate's a strong word.
Well, you clearly
don't like them.
No...
You hate my kids?
Oh, gosh, Sam, no.
Wow.
You hate my kids.
No.
This...
changes everything.
What? What does it change?
You're a hater.
No, Sam...
A kid hater.
Wow.
Uh...!
Eric, I don't hate kids.
Sure, you don't.
This is Miguel Barbosa.
He's the kingpin of the Barbosa
cartel in Tijuana, Mexico.
Seems like every time we take
one of these guys down,
another five grow
in their place.
Each one worse
than the next.
Barbosa was gunned down
in a high-noon shootout
with local law enforcement
in Tijuana, Mexico.
Wow, big catch.
Well, they were backed
by Americans.
Navy kept Barbosa's
reinforcements
from arriving on the water,
and DEA added firepower
on the ground.
"But..."
But Barbosa's corpse
was stolen upon
arrival at the morgue.
That's common with the cartels.
Deprives law enforcement
of a trophy
and allows them
to bury their own.
The shooter knew
this corpse was coming in.
How long was he waiting
in the container?
There.
Shooter got there two
hours before the body.
He knew the gunfight
was gonna happen
and Barbosa
was gonna get smoked.
Sounds like our side
has a leak.
SECNAV agrees.
That's why he
assigned us the case.
Find the leak,
track down Barbosa's body.
Who ran this op
at the DEA?
Uh, Agent John Ness.
He's with the L.A. office.
Should be expecting us.
And Tijuana police have
a high-value informant
who's an expert
on the Barbosa cartel,
but they'll only release
information on him in person
and on their own turf.
All right, we'll speak
with Ness.
Why don't you guys head down
to Tijuana,
see if this informant has
any idea where the body went?
Well, Kensi should be fine,
unless, of course,
the informant is a child.
And yet I've managed to get
along with you this entire time.
Touché.
You guys have plans
this weekend?
Yep.
Yep.
Oh.
Good-bye, Clippers game.
Can I be of assistance,
gentlemen?
Nope.
We're good.
File on Ness indicates
he's a serious guy.
Practically lives
at the office.
Can't be bought.
An old-school
gunslinger type.
Yeah, I heard about him.
He used to run
counter-narcotics ops
back in the '90s,
Latin America.
His call sign
was "Ahab""
He's an obsessive guy.
Agents Callen
and Hanna?
That's us.
You Agent Ness?
One and only.
How you doing?
Good.
How's it going?
Good.
So, does SECNAV really think
I got Barbosa stuffed
and mounted in my office?
Not exactly.
Because I think
it's a damn good idea.
It's too bad the cartels got
their hands on him before I did.
Let's go talk in here.
We're not interrogating you,
Ness.
Maybe I'm interrogating you.
It doesn't have
to be like this.
If we're talking about
Miguel Barbosa, it does.
Hope you don't mind
if I have a seat.
I stay standing longer
than five minutes,
my back goes into spasms.
You chased him
for over ten years, huh?
Ten years, three months,
21 days.
Most of it in the field,
the rest of it behind a desk
after Barbosa tried
to kill me and failed.
He's recording this session, G.
Look, Ness, the Navy's
not doubting you.
In fact, we'd like your help.
You know this case
isn't officially closed
until we locate
Barbosa's body, right?
My men were on site
when he was killed.
I was following the op in
real time and received pictures
of his dead face from the scene,
which I confirmed.
My keepsake.
Does that give you closure?
After the car bomb, I woke up in
a hospital bed in Mexico City.
Told me I lost my leg.
Then they told me about my wife.
I called Miguel Barbosa
from my bed,
and I told him,
"I will never stop coming.
"Take my other leg.
"Take everything I have, pal.
But in the end,
I'm gonna get you."
We'll keep in touch,
Agent Ness.
You know where
to find me.
Thank you.
Buenas noches, señorita.
Hey.
Huh?
Vámonos, cowboy.
God, I love Mexico.
Seriously, this
place has got
four of my
favorite things.
It's got cheap beer,
it's got great surf,
it's got, obviously,
beautiful women,
it's got sombreros.
Stay sexy.
No me gusta.
So, how are we supposed
to recognize this, uh,
police contact of ours?
His department
didn't give us his name
or the name of his
high-value informant.
S.O.P. in cartel country.
Thanks.
But he knows what we look like.
Wow, that is fantastic.
Kid's not so bad.
There's that word
again-- "kid""
Deeks...
You really don't like them?
I didn't exactly have
the ideal upbringing.
Maybe I don't want to put a kid
through that, too.
Okay, you really
want to do this?
You want to have the
crappy-childhood contest with me?
You and I get to see
how dark this world is getting
on a daily basis.
Why would I want
to bring a child into that?
Fair enough, but, you know,
this isn't to be shocking,
but you don't have
to do it alone.
I mean, it takes
two people.
And if you didn't know that,
I could demonstrate for you.
I just need, like,
a cape, some tequila.
Agent Blye,
Detective Deeks?
Sanchez, Tijuana PD.
Sanchez...
how do you feel about children?
Cops don't banter down here.
All right.
Barbosa may be dead,
but we're still living
in a war zone.
Where's your informant?
The kid?
His name is Javier.
My team...
I'll get him.
Move!
Moving!
Hey!
Get down!
Exfil out the back door!
You got to get better groupies.
If I'd known this is what it
took to get across the border,
I would have tried getting shot
a long time ago.
Relax, man, relax.
What's your name, amigo?
Javier.
And I probably speak
better English than you, amigo.
No argument there.
I want a lawyer.
Yeah, might be one back at the
cantina with those shooters.
We can always dump you
back there, Javier.
Listen, we're on
your side, desperado.
Then why can't
I have a lawyer?
Because I said so.
Did you just drop the
"because I said so" bomb on him?
So, what if I did?
What do you mean, "What if I did?"
What, are you gonna
send him to his room next?
Excuse me?
Take away his milk money?
Whoa...
Why are you guys arguing?
We're not arguing.
We're not arguing.
We are having
a discussion.
Why don't you just work
on that ten and two?
Oh, what?
Ten and two, ten and two.
Yeah?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Put your hands on the wheel.
Lady's crazy, dude.
Kind of reminds me of my mom.
Listen, I know this
is hard to believe,
but I guarantee
you're safer with us
than you are anyplace else.
I never committed a crime.
I never hurt anyone, I swear.
So why'd those guys
come after you?
Okay. Thank you.
NSA says there's been no
Barbosa-related chatter.
Everyone's laying low.
Could mean something big's
going down.
Same with the Mexican Federales.
If somebody knows about the hit,
nobody's talking.
Hey.
What did you guys pick up
on the singer?
His name is
Javier Ramos.
And he's not just a singer.
He's a cartel celebrity.
A narcocorrida.
Minstrels for the drug cartel.
They make music that glorifies
criminals like Barbosa.
Like folk singers
for the Mexican underworld.
Javier was Barbosa's personal
songwriter and performer.
So who stands to gain
by killing Javier?
Well, this cartel
had some problems.
Barbosa's right-hand man
wanted to take over.
Pedro Moreno.
Their men were taking sides.
It was going to be civil war,
but Barbosa was killed
before it could start.
Civil war would have been ugly.
May have been some
Barbosa loyalists left,
Javier's songs glorified him.
Those people in Mexico take
their narco music seriously.
Maybe seriously enough
to turn Barbosa into a martyr.
Moreno killing Javier
would be the final nail
in Barbosa's coffin.
End his legacy forever.
You guys, go home.
Get some sleep.
All right. Good night.
Thanks. Night.
Good night.
I don't know.
What do you think?
I think we need
to talk to Ahab again.
This has been
a memorable adventure.
Are we almost there yet?
He asked you that
like ten minutes ago.
Yeah, welcome to my life.
Maybe we can just pull over
for like a half a second.
I think I saw a cactus
with my name on it.
Seriously,
Deeks, again?
Unless you want me
to pee in a bottle...
again.
All right.
Hey. Damn it.
Enjoy.
Look, I...
I don't know why
those guys wanted to kill me.
Honest.
They didn't want to kill you.
If they wanted to,
you'd be dead.
Okay?
They shot
Detective Sanchez first.
And then they took shots at me
and then my partner.
Never you--
they wanted you alive.
She's right-- somebody
wants an audience
with you pretty bad, and
I don't think it's to sing
"Hava Nagila" at their
kid's Bar Mitzvah.
I'm not a snitch.
Okay. Fine.
Don't say anything.
I was Miguel Barbosa's
best friend.
Here he is.
You guys mind
making some room?
Sure.
Thanks.
How's it going?
You boys hungry?
Kitchen makes a mean
mac and cheese.
We're good, thanks.
Sean.
Give me two orders
of mac and cheese
for my sailor friends here.
An attempt was made
on Javier Ramos's life
last night in Tijuana.
Dance with the devil, you're
gonna smell like brimstone.
Javier was a cartel groupie--
his songs make kids want
to grow up
with gold-plated A.K.'s.
Pedro Moreno was part
of Barbosa's entourage, too.
They were about
to go to war.
Any reason you could
think of that Moreno
would want Javier to join
Barbosa in the afterlife?
You first, Sam.
You're crazy.
There's no way I'm putting
this garbage in my body.
Come on, eat up while I think.
I'm actually allergic to dairy.
Oh, since when?
Since... that thing.
What thing?
That thing.
Allergic.
I have to pass.
I'm gluten-free.
What the hell's gluten?
I'm pretty sure there's
nothing gluten in there.
To answer your question,
Barbosa was a megalomaniac.
Which means the only
reason Moreno would
even go after Javier
would be to...
Ness?
Ness.
Agent Ness.
Get a medic.
Agent Ness!
I don't think this is
a heart attack, G.
Secure every exit--
no one leaves this building.
Yes, sir.
He's dead.
What do you got?
Kitchen staff reported
one missing cook's uniform.
Security cams didn't catch
any unauthorized visitors
coming or going.
Killer's a pro.
Yeah, forensics team
says he was killed
by an aconitine toxin.
Yeah, monkshood plant.
Guns and knives in a federal
building get assassins caught.
Vegetation...
not so much.
Mm-hmm.
Well, with Ness
dead, we only have
one reliable
Barbosa source left.
Any chance of finding the
leak or the stolen body,
it's gonna come
down to one guy.
Narcocorrida.
Javier.
Ever heard of
DEA Agent John Ness?
Sure.
He's Barbosa's worst nightmare.
He has this obsession
with catching him.
Had an obsession.
Ness was killed inside
his own office building
less than a half hour ago.
Poisoned, killer escaped.
Ness is an expert on Barbosa.
I mean, that's kind of
like you, right?
You don't think your
cantina adventure
and the Ness hit
were connected?
I-I don't know.
Someone's tying up
Barbosa's loose ends.
You're the last one left.
We just need a name, desperado.
Okay, you want to talk
about Barbosa's enemies
inside the cartel--
what about Pedro Moreno?
Moreno?
He's just a psycho.
Barbosa was more than that.
I was singing for pesos
on the street when he found me.
Took me in, bought me
a new guitar that same day.
He wanted me to sing
"Happy Birthday" to his mother.
He even let me keep
that guitar afterwards.
So, he discovered you?
Nobody ever gave me
anything before.
My dad was killed
in a cartel crossfire
when I was
a little boy.
Barbosa took me in.
And you paid him back
by singing narcocorridas
that would make him
a living legend in Mexico.
We'd talk about music for hours.
His ideas for lyrics.
The things Barbosa had seen and
done on his rise to the throne.
I heard his hopes,
his dreams, his fears.
And you got another father.
I lost my father, too.
He was an amazing man.
My dad wasn't an amazing man.
He was actually kind of
a terrible human being.
But that didn't mean
that I didn't miss him
in some weird way
after he was gone.
And I think my point is that I
understand what it's like
to have conflicted emotions
about your father.
Barbosa was a monster
to most people.
Nobody can ever replace
a father, but he was who I had.
It feels like you're
the first people
I've ever met who get that.
It sounds like Kensi
and Deeks are making
some progress on Javier.
Let's go.
Not so fast, gentlemen.
Here to put out
fires, Hetty?
Put out fires?
This is an inferno
to make Dante Alighieri blush.
How bad's the fallout?
Bad, very bad.
As a matter of fact,
SECNAV and the DEA director
want to hear your after-action
report on Ness's murder.
SECNAV needs to know
that we don't have
that kind of time right now.
Well, you can tell him
yourself, Mr. Hanna.
He's upstairs
right now.
SECNAV is on site?
On site and unhappy.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks
will just have to wait for you.
That's okay. I-I'll go upstairs
and debrief them.
Go to the boatshed.
I'll catch up.
I'm not gonna send you
to the lions alone.
I work with Granger
on a daily basis.
Lions are just another day
at the office.
Go, Mr. Callen,
before the inferno grows.
I'm good.
All right.
What was the last thing
you remember discussing
with Barbosa?
Anything can help us,
Javier.
Lately he was obsessed
with the idea of immortality.
Living forever?
No.
Being raised from the dead.
Resurrection.
He'd sip tequila
and smoke cigars
out on his deck.
Talk all night about
the Savior's second coming.
Was Barbosa a religious man?
No.
He just liked the drama of it.
See, his enemies
would think they killed him
and sleep soundly that night.
And come morning,
all the world would know
that Miguel Barbosa
rose from the grave
and brought hell along with him.
Sounds like a song.
It was.
I called it "Resurrection."
When Barbosa heard it,
he told me
never play it for anybody else,
ever again.
And why do you think
he said that?
He was a great guy.
A little crazy, but...
he said it would ruin
the surprise
when he really did come back
from the dead.
We'll be back.
You thinking what
we're thinking?
Barbosa's alive.
You done with
the debriefing?
Just getting started.
They gave me a break
before we get back into it.
Ness was in line for assistant
directorship at the DEA.
They want to know
every detail about his death.
Callen, Federales sent us photos
of the Barbosa shoot-out.
Throw it up.
We think Barbosa
may have staged his own death.
Now, Ness verified
these photos,
but he's been emotionally
involved in the case
for over
ten years.
He could've
gotten too close.
Maybe he wanted Barbosa
dead so bad he got tricked.
Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein
used look-alikes as decoys.
It's not like
he doesn't have the resources.
Barbosa has a lot of money
and a lot less overhead.
He had a
limited window of time.
Once officials ran the DNA
and the prints on this body,
they'd realize
it wasn't the real deal.
So they steal the body
from the morgue.
It's gotten to be so routine
with the cartels
that no one thinks
twice about it.
Why don't you reach out
to the DEA and the CIA.
Have them keep a close eye
for any communications
to Barbosa's family
or his top lieutenants.
Okay.
I got to get back.
Keep me in the loop.
I will.
You are sorely missed.
I could always...
Keep walking, Mr. Hanna.
Barbosa's alive, Hetty.
This whole ruse
makes total sense.
In a cartel power struggle,
the smartest move
would be for all his enemies
to assume that he's deceased.
And it gives him
the element of surprise
to move against Moreno.
Unfortunately,
Moreno's not the only one
Barbosa hoped
would let down his guard.
Ness.
These guys are as brutal
as the Chechens or
the Serbians ever were.
I'm afraid
it's more than brutality
we have to be concerned with.
Mr. Barbosa has gone
to extraordinary lengths
to lay out the board
to his advantage.
Our next move has to be made
with extreme care.
We'll find him.
We must.
Otherwise, Agent Ness
will have died for nothing.
The joke that Barbosa made
to you about resurrection...
We don't think
that was a joke.
You think it was Barbosa
that sent someone
after me in the cantina?
Well, we don't
know that for sure.
Could've been Moreno.
If Barbosa's alive...
he'll know I'm here.
I can't go back to México.
Even here, I'm...
We can put you
in a WITSEC program.
That's short for...
Witness Protection.
There's satellites in México.
I've seen the shows.
You'd live under a new name,
a new identity.
It'll be a new start.
But you can never contact
your friends and family again.
So I guess that rules out
a record deal.
Look, this isn't as simple as me
giving up my lifelong dream
for guaranteed safety.
There are no guarantees.
Barbosa has people everywhere.
And in everything.
You're
absolutely right.
There have been cases
where the program
was compromised.
There is
another option.
Help us go after him.
If we get Barbosa,
he'll be placed in Supermax:
the highest level security
prison in the country.
Even the top criminals
and terrorists in the world
are pretty much powerless
once they're inside.
So, that would be the end of it?
We're not gonna lie
to you, Javier.
We all know there
are no guarantees
with cartels.
But...
I like your odds
a whole lot better.
And obviously going after
Barbosa's gonna be risky.
And we're gonna have to
put you in harm's way.
But you will never
leave our sight.
I'll tell you what,
why don't we give you,
uh, some time to
think about it.
I don't like this, Mr. Callen.
I don't like it one bit.
Hetty...
Trying to lure
out Barbosa
not only puts
Javier's life in danger,
but also Ms. Blye
and Mr. Deeks.
If Javier agrees to do it--
and there's no guarantee
that he will--
this is our only chance
at bringing down Barbosa.
Bringing down Barbosa won't shut
down the cartel's operation.
It just makes it easier
for his rivals to take control.
And then it's back
to business as usual.
Exactly. You just made
my point for me, Mr. Callen.
Right.
But... consider this, Hetty:
You could have said
the same thing about the Mafia
in New York City in the '80s.
But it took more than ten years
of RICO indictments
and much blood spilled
on both sides.
And look at New York today.
The Mob no longer
has a stranglehold on the city.
Hetty, we have to keep at it.
People deserve the right
to see their spouses off to work
and their children off to school
without worrying
about them coming home
in a body bag.
It's probably the most
important decision of his life.
Yeah, we're gonna do
everything we can
to make sure he stays safe
no matter what he chooses.
We can't hold
ourselves responsible
for the consequences
of his decision.
Really?
What? It is his decision.
It's not like we
weren't honest with him.
He's not a kid.
Oh, please.
I shudder at the thought
of your decision-making skills
when you were that age.
I'll have you know
I was actually very mature for my age.
Mh-hmm.
Probably as mature as a
drunken 20-something-year-old
in a Girls Gone Wild video.
Wow. Do you know those
based on vicarious viewings
or is it something
much more first-hand?
Touché. Bad example.
'Cause I got my credit card
ready and the pause button...
Hey, moving on.
That's not much of a decision,
if you ask me.
What do you mean?
Going into WITSEC
with Barbosa still at large?
Most WITSEC cases
go without incident.
Yeah, but those odds go way down
when you're talking about
Mexican drug cartel snitches.
Okay, and what are his
odds if we dangle him
like a worm on a hook
in front of a barracuda?
Yeah, I guess
they both kind of suck.
Yeah, they both kind of do.
You think we
pushed him too hard?
Maybe.
Guys.
What do you got, Eric?
Word got out on the street that
Javier's being taken to WITSEC.
You got that sweet
silver Range Rover?
Keeping back nicely.
Yeah, but he's been with us
for the last three
random turns
that you've made.
I told you
he's got people everywhere.
Turn here.
Good timing, Deeks.
I make a point
of wearing my gold Rolex
to my garbage man job.
Get down!
Kens!
Stay down!
Get down. Javier!
Javier!
Javier!
Damn it!
Deeks!
He's gone!
♪
Fuera.
Javier!
Hello, Mr. Barbosa.
It seems rumors of your death
have been greatly exaggerated.
Looks like the undercover op
with the garbage truck
was a success.
Let's not pat ourselves
on the back just yet, Ms. Jones.
Mr. Barbosa may be alive,
but I'm afraid Javier
may not be for very much longer.
Okay, Javier's GPS has them
at 9th and Grand.
Kensi and Deeks
are both in position.
Eric, we got one security camera
facing the parking lot
and one guy at the door.
We're heading to the fire escape.
You ready? Go.
Show us how good you've gotten.
Maybe I can start singing
that resurrection ballad now.
Your humor
translates well.
Tell me, who was it
that got you?
FBI?
Homeland Security?
NCIS-- U.S. Navy.
But I didn't say
anything to them.
No?
No.
I'm sure you said something.
"Hello."
"Where's the bathroom?"
"Can I get a coffee?"
Well, yeah, yeah,
maybe a little bit, but I-I...
Stop babbling.
Do they know I'm alive?
No.
I didn't know you were alive.
How could I tell them?
Did I imply
that you did?
Would you tell them,
had you known?
No.
It's not that I don't
believe you, Javier.
It's just that sometimes,
when people talk,
maybe you say something
you don't mean to.
With all the questions
and the pressure,
sometimes maybe a little
something slips out.
Maybe you don't
realize it at the time
or you forget
because of all the, uh...
Confusion?
Confusion.
No.
No, I-I swear.
I didn't say anything.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
No. Miguel!
Miguel, we're friends!
We're... we're friends.
You are closer to me
than anyone, Javier.
That's more than a man
like me can afford.
No.
No!
Mr. Beale?
A few technical
difficulties.
Well, I suggest
you fix them now.
Barbosa...
I survived.
Ness?
I'm never going to stop coming.
You could take my other leg.
You could take
everything I got, pal.
But in the end,
I'm going to get you.
You're dead.
I'll finish the job myself,
then spit on your wife's grave!
How is it that Ness
is still alive?
You said
the poison worked.
Finish the job!
You son of a bitch.
You're dead.
You hear me?
I don't care how many times
I have to kill you!
Can you keep him on the phone,
Mr. Beale?
I could only cut together
so much of Callen
and Ness's conversation
before it became
conspicuously repetitive.
Where do we go, Eric?
You're looking for double doors.
Two of his men are still with
Barbosa and Javier.
Callen, you're about
to get some company.
Sorry that it's
come to this.
Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye,
Javier is out of time.
Shoot! Do it!
It was the
only way, Javier.
I had to test
your loyalty.
I was never
going to kill you.
You understand?
Javier, he's lying.
That's what he does.
You know that now.
No.
You're like a son to me.
You know that.
You have to trust me.
Okay? You trust me?
We're going to
leave now, okay?
Let's go.
Sorry.
Javier, you did good.
You did good.
I got you.
Was it the
longest debrief ever?
One day somebody might
offer me a desk job--
if I accept it, you have
permission to shoot me on sight.
Done.
Javier make it
back to Mexico?
On his way now.
Now that his
singing career is over,
it's a fresh new start.
Why is it over? Barbosa
and his closest guys are dead,
he's young and talented...
And his record label
is a drug cartel.
He should be applying
to colleges.
That's right,
that's what I'm saying--
he's got other options
besides narcocorrido,
you know what I mean?
I'm sure that Mexico
has their own version
of The Voice.
That's what
you came up with?
I'll have you know
that the winners end up
broke a year later.
Did you get a sitter?
No. Out of luck.
You're gonna have to take
someone else
to the Clippers game.
Where's Paris Summerskill
these days?
She's in Des Moines.
I'll do it.
You will?
I'll do it.
What changed your mind?
Yeah, what changed your mind?
Besides the fantasy of little
Martys running to and fro.
God...
I don't know.
Just helping Javier...
it felt different.
Felt good.
Wow.
This...
changes everything.
Thank you, Kensi.
I do have one condition, though.
Name it.
Deeks helps me watch your kids.
What?!
Look, I am taking a leap here
with this babysitting thing.
It would be really nice
to have my partner there
to back me up.
That is,
if he takes me up on it.
You want to play house?
They want to play house, Sam.
At your house,
when you're not there.
Oh, yeah?
I have nanny cams.
Everywhere.
That's okay, 'cause I do
some of my best work on camera.
Oh, thank you for an image
I will never be able
to get out of my head.
Is that so wrong?
I'm just getting it done.
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They grow up so fast.