NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 23 - Parley - full transcript

(indistinct chatter)

(people scream, panicked shouts)

(car horn blares)

(tires screeching, horn blares)

(horn blares)

Hey!
Watch it!

(gunshots)

(gunshots, panicked shouts)

What the hell did you do...

(tires squealing)

♪ NCIS: LA 4x23 ♪
Parley
Original Air Date on May 7, 2013



== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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(sighs)

(chuckles):
Oh, God.

You okay?
Yeah.

Last night got
a little rough.

Oh, really?

Who?

Joshie.

SAM:
Joshie... Joshie?

Is that the one
who made your legs shake?

No, that was Griff.

All right, so tell me
about Joshie.

KENSI:
Joshie, Joshie...



(sighs)

Kind of over Joshie.

That quick?
For one night only.

Well, it's supposed to be fun
and make you feel good,

not wake up sore.

It's different
for girls.

Maybe you should go
crawling back to Griff.

Well, I will
if he comes back around.

I haven't had a repeat
in six months.

I'm sorry,
did I miss something?

Who... who are these guys?
They're not guys,

they're WODs.

W-O-Ds?

What's that,
like a BFF with an STD?

(Sam chuckles)

W-O-D is workout of the day.

I started doing CrossFit.

Why?

You got to try it.

It's addictive.

So is meth.
Okay, listen.

You are tired.

You are sore,
you are miserable.

You are stretching muscles
you didn't even know you had.

You are in a pool
of sweat, and yet,

all you can think about

is doing it again
as soon as possible.

Hmm. And they name all these
workouts after random guys?

No, actually the hero WODs

are named after firefighters,
soldiers, police officers,

fallen heroes
killed in the line of duty.

But, actually, you know what,
the toughest ones

are named after women--
Helen, Fran.

Fran, now that's a tough broad.

For real.
Fight Gone Bad. Filthy 50.

How about Lazy
Sunday Morning?

Watching a Football Game
with a Cold Beer?

(Sam chuckles)

No pain, no gain.

If I'm gonna pay
someone to hurt me,

it better be a dominatrix.

Oh, do tell.

That was a joke.

(Kensi laughs)
That was a joke.

I have noticed some unexplained
bruising in the past.

Thank you.

Yo, man, I don't judge.
Thank you.

Whatever you want to do
on your spare time

is your business,
as long as you don't ask me

to spank you, we're all good.

Great.

Ah, you like that?
(Eric whistle)

(German accent): Mistress
Henrietta awaits your arrival

in the operations center.

Those who are tardy
will be subjected

to severe punishment.

Unless punishment
is something you desire.

No, not you.

Sorry. Just role-playing.

Oh, I get it.

The, uh, tech nerd
can't play with the cool kids.

What?

Man...

Good morning, all.

Miss Jones.
An hour ago

Monica Davis
was the intended target

of a shooter in Hollywood.

CALLEN: Nice little
serpentine move.

Yeah,

she's bobbing and weaving like
she's used to getting shot at.

Who is she?
Miss Davis

is a hostess at the
Afrobeat nighclub N'Kosi.

CALLEN: Why is someone
trying to kill her?

We don't know.
And we weren't able

to get a clear angle
of his face.

We're not sure, but he may be
involved with this man.

NELL:
Johannes Waaldt.

He's the owner of N'Kosi,
where Monica works.

He's also the face
of several charities

that build water purification
systems in Africa.

Am I missing something?
ERIC: Back in the day,

Waaldt was quite the
international arms dealer.

CALLEN:
And that would be it.

That's Abdul Habaza.

The man who killed Moe.

HETTY:
From helicopters

to rocket launchers,
JoJo was a one-stop shop

until he became
a legitimate businessman.

So what happened,

Monica Davis saw something
she wasn't supposed to see?

HETTY: We're not sure.

And we've lost contact
with our man inside.

Who's that?

Deeks?

ERIC:
Not Deeks.

Max Gentry.

How long's he been working this?

HETTY: This is a question for
Assistant Director Granger.

Apparently he set this up.

Well, what is Deeks saying?

He hasn't checked
in yet.

We're still waiting
for his call.

(laughing):
Oh, my God. That was crazy.

That dude could've killed me.

Oh, you got that part, did you?

And then you squeal in

like freaking Steve McQueen
from Bullitt

and I'm, like, get me
the hell out of here.

And you're, like,
bang, bang, bang,

(screeches) getting all
Fast Five with it.

Was that, like, insane, or what?
No, that wasn't like insane,

that was actually insane.

I know, right,
just feel my heart.

Seriously, baby, feel my heart.
No.

Why are you so mad?

'Cause you almost
got yourself killed.

But you saved me.

You... are such a badass.
Come one, baby, come here.

Don't, stop. Just stop.
Just relax, Max.

We got away; we're home free.
Are you kidding me?

Do you have any idea
how much trouble you're in?

I'm not afraid of JoJo.
You should be.

Honestly, I can't
even believe you did this.

Well, what did you
expect me to do?

Uh, maybe

what I told you-- you go in,
you take some pictures.

It was that simple.
But when

opportunity knocks...
Yeah, well opportunity's about to

kick open that door and shoot
us both in the head.

(mocking): Somebody's about
to kick in that door

and shoot us both in the head.
Really? You joking?

(mocking): You joking?
Are you done?

Max... chill out.

You want to see them?
No, I don't.

(chuckles): Yes, you do.
No, I don't. Put them back.

I don't
want to see them.

Don't...
(diamonds clattering)

Oh, I just
dropped a Bentley.

Can you please just give those to me?
Yeah.

Just give...
Don't put them down your...

Are you... don't, you're gonna drop...
(diamonds clattering)

Ooh.
Are you serious right now?

You're dropping
diamonds...

This was a terrible idea.

Deek's phone is still
at his cover house.

KENSI: All right, so why hasn't he
checked in?

SAM: Maybe he didn't
have a chance yet.

Yeah, but he's got to
know we saw the shooting.

If he was in trouble,
he would've sent a distress.

Not if he's injured or... dead.
NELL: I got him.

Deeks sent an encrypted text.

Did he say
what the hell happened?

There's been
a complication.

Yeah, we've gathered that.

CALLEN: What else?
NELL: That's it.

That's it?

It was a short text.
More of a tweet.

He doesn't have a plan.
KENSI: So what are we supposed to do,

just sit around and wait
until he comes up with one?

No.

Sam and I are gonna head down
to Waaldt's club

and we're gonna find out
who we're dealing with.

Okay, what am I
supposed to do?

Back up your partner.

Are there surveillance cameras
at the cover house?

Uh, no. But he's
got an earwig.

We can send him a message,
tell him to put it in.

Do it.
Send the address to my phone.

Keep an eye on her.

Will do.

All right,
you ready?

We can't go to a club
dressed like this.

Why not? The club's
not even open yet.

Yeah, we still don't
want to walk in there

looking like a
couple of hobos.

Hobos?

What is this, 1939?
Yeah, we got to look the part.

What, Hetty get you
a new suit or something?

You got a new suit?

I'm due.
I'm due.

Why didn't she get me
a new suit?

Maybe she wanted
to surprise you.

Hetty? Am I, uh,
getting a new suit?

Not till you return the
pants from the last one.

I told you
I can't find them.

What is that?

It was Armani Prive.

I was under cover.
Things happen.

G, you lost your pants.

Even Deeks doesn't
lose his pants.

(chuckles)
Come on.

We're lucky Deeks wears pants.

I got to tell you, Hetty sure
outdid herself this time.

Don't even start.

What, you don't think
this is a sharp suit?

Maybe it's because
it's new.

Do you remember before
we were partners?

Yeah, what about it?
I miss those days.

Yeah? Okay,
Lone Wolf McQuade.

Well, today, I'm
an ex-running back,

you're my agent,
and we're here

to rent the club for
an NFL draft party.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How come I don't get
to be the ex-player?

As what, a kicker?

Quarterback.

I'm taller than Doug Flutie,
I'm mobile...

Fine, fine.

We'll try it your way.

But I'd still make
a great quarterback.

Yeah, just keep your
pants on in there.

(afrobeat music
playing in background)

Do you want
the whole dance area?

Yeah. Yeah. We're gonna want
the, uh, VIP room,

and we're gonna buy out
the whole bar.

WOMAN: Great, we can also do
specialty drinks.

CALLEN:
I like it.

This will work.

You getting all this, Eric?

Yeah.

Waaldt we already know.

Okay, our shooter's name

is Pieter Smit.

He's a South African native.

Looks like he's worked
security for everyone

from Blackwater to drug cartels
in Mexico and Bolivia.

Who's the guy in the middle?

ERIC:
That is Noah Bernosoni.

He's Swiss.

NELL:
He's an international banker,

most recently
with Wahr Geld Bank.

Uh, graduated from
London School of Economics.

No criminal record.

All right, keep digging.

If he's dealing
with Waaldt, he's probably

into something dirty.
ERIC: On it.

And the bar is
fully stocked.

and it's all top-shelf.

Great.

Well, good.

And we also provide
the valet service until 1:30.

Anything later would
have to be arranged beforehand.

Appreciate you showing us around.
Thank you.

We'll be in touch.
Great.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Maybe I'll have the two biggest
ones made into earrings.

What do you think?
I think you should

put them back in the bag
before you lose them.

Give them to me.

Oh, gotcha!

Just like Richard Gere
in Pretty Woman.

Remember the jewelry box
that he snaps shut?

Chomp.

I love that movie.

Yeah, it was a classic.

Want to take a shower?
No.

No, I... don't.

Well,

suit yourself.

Oh, my God.

That's okay.

I'll just get that--
that's fine.

I'm here to clean.

Oh, my God.

(phone chimes)

Hey!

You're not going to run off
with my diamonds, are you?

Just take your shower.

Last chance to join me.

Yeah, no,

I'm more of a bath guy myself.

But thank you.

Oh, that's romantic.

I like that.

(door closes)

(beep)

Are you there, God,
it's me, Margaret.

KENSI:
Judy Blume, really?

DEEKS:
I got a softer side.

Yeah, it's called your head.

I missed you, too.

Not from what I've seen.

Oh, my God, are you jealous?

Oh, please, if you want
to keep an operation secret,

that is your business.

No, it wasn't a secret.

It wasn't even
an operation, all right?

Granger wanted info on Waaldt

so I went to Waaldt's club.

I picked up his hostess
and got her

to look around for me--
that's it.

And just like that,

she agreed to spy
on her boss for you?

No, it took a little bit
of persuading.

I hope you used protection.
DEEKS: It's not like that.

The truth of the matter is
that Max Gentry can be

incredibly charming
when he wants to be.

Maybe I should be
partnered up with Max.

I didn't know she was going to
go all Bonnie and Clyde on me.

So, where is Bonnie?

She's in the bedroom.

I'm surprised
you're not with her.

You sound like her.

What?

Nothing.

What the hell is going on?

So I asked her to snoop
around Waaldt's office.

Guess what she found?

Her panties?

Meow, no not her panties.

She found $10 million
in diamonds.

Who are you talking to?

I-I was... I wasn't.

I heard you.

No, no, I was talking to myself.

That's how I figure things out.

You're so wound up.

I'm fine.

Everything's
gonna be okay.

I promise.

You...

you just need someone
to take care of you.

And, baby...

...I'll take care of you.

(kissing over earwig)

CALLEN:
How much we thinking?

Well, it's hard to tell
from the photos Deeks sent,

but if they're real--
and there's no real reason

to believe that they're not--

I'm guessing $10 million,

maybe more.

That's a lot of bling.

NCIS in Washington has seen

a recent influx
in blood diamonds.

They're untraceable, won't set
off any metal detectors,

and you can carry
millions-worth in your pocket.

As long as
they're real,

no one cares
where they came from.

Our Red team has tracked
blood diamonds

from Sierra Leone to Antwerp

where their county of origin
papers are often forged.

Other than Afghani heroin,

blood diamonds have been
the most consistent form

of terrorist funding.

So the big
question is

what is Waaldt funding?

$10 million can fund
a nice little coup.

I thought he was out
of the business.

Granger must have had some
suspicions to send Deeks in.

Where's Granger?

Oh, his office says

he is unreachable.

You told them what happened?

Absolutely-- they said
they would pass it along.

We got nothing on this guy.

NELL:
Well...

his man Smit tried
to kill Monica Davis

in broad daylight.
Some jump-off tried

to steal $10 million
in diamonds from me,

I'd off her
in broad daylight, too.

(laughs)
Wow.

That's good to know.

Hypothetically speaking.

If I were a bad guy.

Uh-huh.

It's attempted murder.

You bring him in,
maybe he gives his boss up.

He's a violent dude.

He's not the cooperative type.

Which means we take
a different tact.

Which would be...?

Something you don't need
to know about.

Hypothetically.

Kens?

Kensi, you out there?

I know you can hear me.

What?

Where are you parked?

Down the street.

I can't even see you.

That's the whole point
of surveillance.

Ah, well, I'm sorry
you had to hear that.

I guarantee it sounded

worse than it actually was.
Who cares?

Oh, my God, I'm sure
Sam doesn't act like this

when Callen gets hit on.

Act like what--
I'm just sitting here

covering your ass.

Not sure what
she's doing with it.

So, we're cool then?

Why wouldn't we be cool?

We should go to
Monaco, you know?

Like James Bond
in Casino Royale?

It's Montenegro.

You could get
a tuxedo.

Mm.
And I'd get some hot dress.

And we'd be
drinking champagne

and playing roulette.
KENSI: No wonder she likes you.

She's delusional.

Okay, first off, Casino Royale

actually happened in Montenegro,

and secondly
we're not going anywhere

until we sort this out.

Where's Montenegro?

Yeah, Deeks.

Where's Montenegro?

It's in Europe.

You have no idea.

The beaches are topless.

Look at that, she speaks Deeks.

Match made in heaven.

We'll could get you

a sexy little Speedo.

I'd pay to see that.

People would pay
to see that.

I know I would.

Tell her not
to waste her money.

It's too small a return
on her investment.

(Deeks and Kensi laugh)

What?

What's so funny?

Nothing, I was just

I was laughing the joke that...

you just told.

Oh, you never find
my jokes funny, Maxi.

Maybe that 'cause
you aren't funny.

No, I do laugh
at your jokes because

you're very funny,
you say clever things

that are very funny.

(phone ringing)

It's my phone.

It's Waaldt.

Don't answer that.
Why not?

Because he can use
that to trace us here.

You're getting paranoid.

Don't answer the phone!

Hello?

Not the brightest Barbie
in the toy box, is she?

Okay, that doesn't
even make any sense.

No, no, you listen.

Yeah, I've got them,
and if you want them back,

you're gonna have
to pay for them.

(Waaldt speaks indistinctly)

I'm not afraid of you.

(Waaldt speaks indistinctly)

(laughs) Whatever.
(phone beeps)

Hells, yeah,
did you hear that?

KENSI: I heard it.
I definitely heard it.

Did I sound like
I meant business?

Sounded like she just signed
her own death warrant.

Antagonizing him
isn't gonna help anything.

Screw him.

Why are you acting so weird?

I'm not.
Are you getting cold feet?

Because if you are, it's
a little late for that.

I mean, you knew
Waaldt had diamonds.

I didn't know he had diamonds.

That's why you wanted me
to snoop around.

Don't pretend it's not.

No, it wasn't.

No, you wanted
to know where they were

so that you could steal them.

But I stole them

for you.

You should be happy.

And you should
be thanking me.

You and I...

are gonna live
happily ever after

in luxury.

Clearly delusional.

So, I'm gonna get changed,

and you and I can go
out and celebrate.

We're not gonna go out
and celebrate.

Yes, we are.
No, we're not.

Celebrate. Celebrate.

Put your paws down.
We're st... Oh, my God.

Please help me.

You brought it
on yourself, Maxi.

You're not helping.
You are not helping.

Are you hungry?

No. Keep eating
your bonbons. (chuckles)

No origami today?

No. And stop
littering my dash.

You're hungry.

I know hypoglycemic-induced
hostility when I see it.

I'm just thinking.

About what?

You want to know
what I was thinking?

About eating?

I was thinking about Wakanda.

What is that,
a camp in Wisconsin?

Seeing Abdul Habaza's picture
reminded me of Moe and Jada,

the time I spent
in Chad and Sudan.

I started thinking
about Wakanda.

Where is Wakanda?

It's nowhere. It's a
fictional African country.

The most technically advanced
society in the Marvel Universe.

And the richest.
Hold on a second.

In a comic book?

You just geeked out on me
in a real moment?

Hey, man,

when I was a kid, comic books
were the only thing that made sense.

It was simple-- good
guys versus bad guys.

For me it was all about
T'Challa, the Black Panther.

Of course.

Not just 'cause he was a brother
who was richer than Tony Stark.

T'Challa was a leader,
he was a president,

he was a superhero

all at the same time.

He was all about justice.

When I left Brooklyn,
the only thing

I wanted to see
was the motherland

and-and to witness
that world up close.

But instead of finding Wakanda,
I found poverty, starvation,

child soldiers, death squads.

Waaldt's bread and butter.

I thought I could save Moe.

I really thought
I could help Jada.

That whole motherland thing's
overrated.

I mean, look at me.

I come from a line
of blood-feuding gypsies

who keep trying
to kill me.

How's that justice?

There's our guy.

You ready, T'Challa?

See, I knew I shouldn't
have said that to you.

(laughs)

I always regret it
when I tell you things.

I know you do.

CALLEN:
Hey.

Can I bum a smoke?

Thanks.

Got a light?

What kind of a smoker
doesn't have a lighter?

I'm trying to quit.

Don't move.

You have no idea

who you're dealing with.
Pieter Smit.

Born December 19, 1972,
Kroonstad, South Africa.

Mother was Mary,
father was also Peter.

You served in...
What do you want?

We just want to talk.

Not interested.
Well, we can

do this the easy way
or we can do it the hard way.

Go to hell.

That would be the hard way.

(shouts over blow-dryer): Waaldt should've
called back by now.

KENSI:
You don't have to yell.

I'm not talking
to you.

(knocking on door)

Hey. Stay in the bedroom.

I'm closing this.
Stay in the bedroom.

Kens, somebody's here.

Oh, you've got

to be kidding me.

(sighs)
Hi. Who are you?

Kelly Lang, neighborhood watch.

We've gotten
reports concerning

some suspicious
and lewd behavior

coming from
this residence.

She's in the bedroom.

Oh, where she does some
of her finest work, I'm sure.

Thank God. She's gonna hear you.

Good! (clears throat)
Callen and Sam have

the guy that tried
to kill you both.

They think she might
help turn him,

and if Waaldt's traced
her phone,

the safe house
is no longer safe.

God, I hate this part.

What, the part where
you have to say

everything was a lie?

That you're a big fat liar?
That part?

Don't do that. Don't gloat.

I'm not gloating.

You're gloating
a little bit.

I wasn't gloating.

It's a little unbecoming,
actually.

(knocking)

Monica!

Monica?

(blow-dryer whirring)

Where is she?

No.

Should have seen that coming.

If I had known
we were going swimming,

I would have packed
my swimming trunks.

(chuckles)
You're funny.

He's funny.

I don't think he's funny.

Don't take that
personally.

He's only happy
if he's hurting somebody.

Good cop, bad cop?

That's the best you got?

I don't know.
I mean, those

are two of our better routines.
What else do we have?

We have the girl
he tried to kill.

We have the girl.
Which one?

There's been a couple got away,
but not many.

Now that's funny.

No?

Tough audience.

I'll tell you what else we have.

We have...

your boss's diamonds.

Congratulations.

(phone chimes)

Hang out. We'll get more
acquainted later.

What do you got, Eric?

Okay, it's all good,

but Monica Davis escaped.

How?

Out a window, I think.

And she's got the diamonds.

And this is
all good because...?

Because we're tracking
her cell phone

and Kensi and Deeks
are following her.

She make any calls?

Not yet.
Keep it that way.

Don't let her receive
any incoming either.

Let us know if Waaldt tries
to reach her again.

I'm on it.
Any word from Granger?

Nope.

Of course not.

Keep us informed.

Will do.

KENSI:
Eric, how far now?

Uh, she's about half a block
ahead of you on the left.

She's not moving.

I can't believe she
double-crossed me.

Yeah, just when
you were about

to live your life happily
ever after in luxury.

She played you.

She's actually not
that bad. She just...

Has poor judgment?
Exactly.

Like her taste in men.

Oh, see? See, what
you tried to do right there,

but it's not gonna work

'cause she wasn't
actually involved with me.

She was involved with
my alter ego Max Gentry.

Hang on a second.
Not your undercover legend?

You know, that's
what I meant.

No, no, no,
you said alter ego.

That's completely
different.

Superheroes have alter egos.

No, no, superheroes have
secret identities.

Schizophrenics have alter egos,
like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Or you when you haven't
had chocolate

or during your lady phase.

Shut up.

Ooh, speaking of crazy women.

All right, stay here.

Why am I staying here?

Um, maybe because
if she sees you

she's gonna want to run again
like most women.

Except for you.

You don't run from me.

That's because I carry a gun.
Now make yourself useful

and back me up.

I'll just be here
holding your purse.

Eric, call Monica's phone.

On it.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Hello? Hello?

I think they hung up.

NCIS.

What?

Too many letters?
Federal agent.

Back off, bitch. I mean it.

Freeze!

Max, what are you doing?
Shoot her!

Sorry, honey,

he's with me.

And his real name is
Marty Deeks, and he's a cop,

and he's my partner.

Who's the bitch now?

He is.

Can't argue with that.

CALLEN: Aren't you even
a little bit curious

as to why we brought
you here?

I'm assuming
it's to kill me.

That's just defeatist.

What was your boss gonna do
with the diamonds?

A tiara.

I think you got a smirk
out of him.

It was subtle.

I mean, you'd have to know him
better to see it, but...

Look, I'm not gonna kill you.
He might, but I won't.

I don't even care
about the diamonds.

I just want to know what they
were being used for.

Ask my boss.

I would, but he's not here,
you are.

And I'm not telling you
anything,

so you might as well go ahead
and drown me.

We're not gonna drown you.

No, he still has
to feed the fish.

Did you see that?

He smiled.
Now he's happy.

Finally.

(metallic clattering)

Okay. I guess I'll
get some lunch.

What are you thinking,
fish tacos?

I'm not hungry.
Still? Hmm.

How about you?

He shouldn't eat.

Hmm. Okay.

All right, you let me know
when you're all done.

He was brokering a deal.

I'm sorry?

Waaldt was brokering
a deal.

The diamonds
were payment.

For what?

I don't know.

Who's the buyer?

I don't know.

Is it Bernosoni?
The guy from the club today?

No. Bernosoni was negotiating
for the seller.

Who's the seller?
I don't know.

You don't know much, do you?

I know he was Russian.

A Russian is selling something
for $10 million?

How do you know the
seller was Russian?

Because he was speaking
in Russian.

When?

A few weeks ago he came by
the club one time.

You saw him?

Yeah... I saw him.

The Russian you saw
with Bernosoni...

he one of these guys?

That one.

That's him.

SAM:
Isaak Sidorov.

What kind of police station
is this?

The kind you
don't ask about.

Sit!

Seriously, you're not gonna
say anything?

I got nothing to say.

Yeah.

Yeah.

(door closes)

What's he doing here?

Same thing you are.

Next time I won't miss.

Shut up and keep moving.

The diamonds she stole
were to broker a deal

with Isaak Sidorov.

Are you
kidding me?

Who's the buyer?

CALLEN:
Smit doesn't know.

Well, did anybody recognize Sam
as David Forman

or mention Quinn?

No. Their covers are intact.

Picked Sidorov out
of a photo array.

Said Sidorov meet face-to-face
with his boss, Waaldt.

Holy crap,
this is huge.

Okay, so what do we do now?

We make a plan... and fast.

CALLEN: Johannes Waaldt was brokering
a deal with Bernosoni

using $10-million
worth of blood diamonds

to buy one or more
of Sidorov's nuclear bombs

for an unknown buyer.

I'd bet more
like $12 million.

What's a couple of million
dollars amongst friends, huh?

Well, Waaldt's gonna
need some serious coin

to cover that kind of loss.

You know, by now, he must be
wondering where Smit is.

Maybe we can convince Waaldt

that Smit and Monica
stole the diamonds together.

DEEKS:
I know

somebody that can make
that story stick.

You think she'll play ball?

She won't want to,

but she'll do it.

I told you things
I never told anybody else.

We did things I never did
with anybody else.

I'm sorry, but that wasn't me.
That was Max.

I risked my life for you.

I never asked you
to steal the diamonds.

Well, you took advantage of me.

As I recall, you're the one
that tried to rip me off.

I thought
you were getting cold feet.

I was doing that for us.
Just to be

perfectly clear, I never
forced you to do anything.

Keep telling yourself that.

So what now?

So what now is,
you have a choice.

This is your third
strike. Yeah?

And you stole millions of
dollars of merchandise,

you assaulted a
federal officer.

And with your record,
you're looking at 25 to life.

Oh, just cut to the chase.

Just tell me the truth for once.

Work with us.

Help us make the diamond
exchange with Waaldt.

And if it leads to his arrest,

and the arrest of Sidorov,
you get to walk away free.

That's it?

It's that simple.

Oh, screw simple.

What about a reward
for the diamonds?

I mean, they got
to be worth something.

God bless you.
Always the hustler.

Yeah, takes one
to know one.

Fair enough.

Why should I believe
a word you say?

'Cause I'm the one telling you,
not Max.

Yeah.

And your imaginary friend,
Max Gentry,

absolves you
of all guilt.

"It wasn't me, it was Max."

So lucky
to have a friend like Max.

Are you done?

Yeah.

So what's it gonna be, Monica?

What do I have to do?

DEEKS:
Call Waaldt.

You tell him it was Smit's idea,

and he tried to kill you,
he tried to double-cross you,

and now you're scared.

You tell him you
have the diamonds,

and you'll give them back
for $100,000 in cash.

Give him an hour to meet you
at the LA Music Center

with the cash,

or you'll find another buyer.

Don't suppose I get to keep
the cash after we're done?

What do you think?

(sighs)

You can tell
your buddies I'm in.

But I'm asking Waaldt
for $250,000.

I might be scared,
but I'm not stupid.

Love it.

(sighs)

(whispering inaudibly)

(door opens, closes)

She's all yours.

(door closes)

SAM:
Kensi...

Let him go.

You're up, Kens.

Tuck.

You know, you have
a pretty sweet right cross.

Thanks. I can tell
you've studied Krav Maga.

You know, I used to have a thing
for buff Israeli guys.

You know what
I was thinking?

What?

That you and I should take off
with the diamonds.

We'd make a pretty sexy team,

and no one would mess with us.

And I'd cut you in for half.

That was a joke.

So...

I got Max Gentry,

but you get the real deal.

How's that?

Deeks is my partner.

And that's it?

That's enough.

Is it?

You know you can't trust him.

I trust him with everything.

You're a bigger fool
than I thought.

Everything he did,

he did it
to establish his cover.

A cover that saved you,

and that will save
a lot of other lives.

I'm not worried about the past.

Any of it.

I mean, why would you be?

You're just his partner, right?

Bye.
Good luck out there.

Hmm.

Any sign of Waaldt?

I got nothing.

Nope.

Nope.

Eric?

Nothing yet.

And Waaldt's phone
is turned off,

so we have no idea
where he is.

SAM:
He's coming around the fountain.

He's got a briefcase.

Is that my money?

Blunt and crass.

What should I expect
from a waitress?

I was a hostess.

You put the "ho" in hostess.

(over earwig):
And now you're a thief.

It takes one to know one.

Ooh, clever.

Where are my diamonds?

Okay, that's enough.
Hey, hey.

Don't tell me you're gonna count that.
No, I trust you.

Something I'll never do again.

I'm not here alone.

Neither am I.

KENSI:
Gun!

(silenced gunshot)
DEEKS: Monica!

(gunshots, people screaming)

(Waaldt cries out)

Freeze!

I got him!
Monica! Monica!

Stay down.

You're okay.

You're okay, just breathe.

Just breathe.

(groans)

(panting)

I would have been better off
with Max.

(groans, pants)

Kens...

Eric, I'm gonna need
two ambulances.

MONICA:
Oh... (groans)

(distant siren wailing)

(groaning)

Hey.

Hey, you're still here.

Yeah.

How come?

I, uh... couldn't find you.

You didn't pick
up your phone.

Must have left it in my car.

Hetty wanted me
to give you this.

Okay.

How's Monica?

Um...

She's sore.

Obviously lucky.

How's Waaldt?

Waaldt lawyered up
in the ambulance,

and he hasn't said a word.

Literally, a word.

Well, maybe he'll
change his mind.

Yeah, who knows.

So, I was...
Listen, I...

Sorry, go ahead, I wasn't...

No, please.

I was just gonna see
if you were good.

Yeah.

You?

I mean, I'm good if you're good.

I'm good.

Okay.

Good.

We're good.

Which is, you know...

great.

Glad we cleared that up.

See you tomorrow.

(sighs)

"Sunshine and gunpowder."

(wry laugh)

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