NCIS: Los Angeles (2009–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - The Fifth Man - full transcript

Hey. You think
this could be him?

I wasn't expecting
Scrooge McDuck.

Well, we're about to find out.

Echo-1?

That's us.

You... the guy?
Not me.

I guess we all got the invite.

Anyone else waiting
for the punch line?

Rich guy,

college brat, geriatric

and construction worker
walk into a diner.



Some coffee for you, sir?

Voss, Badoit or Pellegrino.

Pelle... Pelle-what?

Uh, no hablo español.

Sparkling water.

With the bubbles.
Okay.

I'm curious.

I suspect the man who invited us
here must be quite important.

Well, assuming
it's a man.

We've never met him.

Or her.

Got no updates
on the Twitter account.

Hey, snap a pic while we wait.

I don't want my face
on some blog.



Why? Do you have
something to hide?

I like my privacy.
Come on.

Everybody say
"bubbles."

Bubbles.

Moneybags looks
good on camera.

Preserved
for posterity.

Wh-What is this?

Where did everyone go?

Isn't that odd?

Hello?

Hello?

The hell is going on?

And why did we all
get invited here?

♪ NCIS: LA 4x03 ♪
The Fifth Man
Original air date on October 9, 2012

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Not bad, Kensi.

Not bad.

Better than your partner.

Speaking of which...
Deeks is running late.

He ate some bad sushi
last night,

so it made him sick.

Bad sushi?

Mm-hmm.

What?

You know we invented
the "bad sushi" move, right?

Which means we don't fall for
the "bad sushi" move ever.

Okay. He went to Vegas.
He drove back last night.

And he didn't invite you?

No, because I had plans.

Plans?
Plans?

If you lie, we'll know.

John Hughes marathon
with my mom.

Wow.

That you should
have lied about.

He must've taken that model.

She's a fitness model,
not a fashion model,

which means she doesn't
even model actual clothes.

So what does she model?

Energy drinks and fake tattoos.

You actually think he took her?

I'm, uh...

I'm really sorry that I'm late.

I just... I had
some bad sushi last night.

I mean, it was so hard to
get out of bed this morning.

And why are you doing this?

Because they know.
They know?

Okay. The only way
they could know

is if a certain person

who watched Pretty in
Pink for the 98th time

last night
ratted her partner out.

We agreed on the "bad sushi"
move, partner.

Well, it turns out they invented
the "bad sushi" move.

That's right.

Really?

And, uh...

Wow, what is...
what is this?

Sayoc.

Stick grappling.

Yeah. Close-quarter combat.

Oh, I see.
So, what's the plan here?

You gonna go a little
Bruce Lee on me,

'cause you do remember that I
carry a... a weapon, right?

The most common weapons
are blunt objects.

Oh.

Sticks, pipes, bats.

Things like that.

Oh, I see, I see.

Hey, Hetty!

Aah! Ha, ha!
Uh, uncle! El tío!

El tío! Uncleway! Uncleway!
Huh? What'd you say? What'd you say?

El tí...

You dropping
the pig latin on me?

Fun's over.

Yeah, 'cause you know what?

Nothing says fun like
getting choked out with a stick.

Four bodies pulled from the
remains of the Winer n' Diner

in Pasadena.

That place was
closed last year.

Well, someone reopened it
without telling the landlord.

Safe to say there won't
be any Yelp reviews

written in the near future.

We pulled the photo
of the dead men

from the user's
cloud account.

It was taken
before the diner

was leveled by RZX
plastic explosive.

Rigged by pros.

Controlled detonation.

All right, so who are these
guys and who'd they piss off?

Well, it was
an eclectic group.

We have a millionaire,
a college kid, a grandfather

and a man licensed
to drive a bulldozer.

- We're still searching for common enemies.
- All right.

Let's start with connections.

Well, all four victims
followed a Twitter account

linked to the Office
of Naval Intelligence.

And that's
what got them killed.

Computer logs show that each
victim received an invitation

to the diner from this
particular account.

So either

the Navy staged a Twitter ambush

or their account was hacked.

Okay, is anybody else wondering

why the Office
of Naval Intelligence

is on Twitter
in the first place?

Operation: Wide Awake.

It's an experimental project
that uses social media

to reach its participants.

It's designed as
a... strategy game.

Naval Intelligence was
recruiting high-IQ individuals

to test the integrity
of the project.

- Why?
- That's the part we don't know.

Operation: Wide Awake
is currently classified.

So all the victims were players?

Not merely players, Mr. Callen.

They were the elite
of the project.

Naval Intelligence referred
to them as Group Echo-1.

The man behind
the project

has been authorized
to brief you both.

We'll let you know what we find.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I only just found out
about the attack.

I don't understand
who'd want to do this.

The group wasn't even
supposed to know each other.

You don't have any idea

who could access your Twitter
account to stage the ambush?

Your guess
is as good as mine.

Despite all
the protocols in place,

we got hacked.

Tried to trace it,
but hit a dead end.

What is Operation:
Wide Awake exactly?

On the surface,

Wide Awake looks like
an online strategy game,

but in fact, it's potentially
the most advanced

technology we have for
predicting terrorist threats.

Think of all the different ways

someone could attack
this country. Using Wide Awake

could tell us which one
it's most likely to be.

The Pentagon already does that
with threat matrix software.

Computers predict
logical outcomes, Agent Callen,

but we humans
are not always logical.

Wide Awake allows us
to account for both.

How?

Crowd sourcing.

The way thousands of people
play this game enables us

to predict the most likely
course a small group

or even a lone individual

might choose
in predicting a threat.

So, what can
you tell us

about the players that
died this morning?

Group Echo-1
was my elite sample group.

Best of the best.

The brightest individuals
in the crowd tell us the most,

but they're also
the most difficult to find.

And without them?

I'll have to start from scratch.

It'll... set Wide Awake
back years.

People that gifted don't
just turn up every day, but...

But what?

There weren't... four members
of the group.

There were five.

So one of them's
still out there.

It seems so.

Here's the details
he filled out for Wide Awake.

Mike Hoffman. Residential
San Pedro.

Kensi and Deeks
are closer.

Hoffman didn't
show up at the diner.

Does that make him a target
or a suspect, Agent Hanna?

So, uh, tell me.

Did the, uh, ride
over here strike you

as somewhat tense with long,
uncomfortable silences?

Kind of like this?

This about Vegas?

I had other things to do, okay?

Non-Deeks things.

Plus, I'm totally over Vegas.

You've never been to Vegas.
Exactly. Because I'm over it.

Okay, technically,
you can't be over

a place you've
never been to.

Doesn't matter.
Here's the deal.

We're going together.
You and me.

No.
Yeah. Look at me.

It's happening.

No, it isn't.
Vegas.

Vegas.

All right, I get it.

You're afraid
you wouldn't be able

to keep up with me in Vegas.

Oh, I could keep up with you.
Not even close.

I'd bury you.

Okay, so prove it.

Me, you, Vegas.

Okay. You're on.

Bring it, Beach Boy.

You know what they say.

What, uh, happens in Vegas...
Will leave you curled up

in a little fetal position
begging for mercy.

Promise?

So, Hoffman lives
on the third floor.

Outstanding arrest warrants--
check fraud, possession

of counterfeit currency,
misdemeanor assault.

But, supposedly, he's got an
IQ higher than both of us?

Yeah.

Ooh.

Watch it!

Probably a sale on skinny jeans someplace.
What?

'Cause she's a hipster.

She was emo.
Mmm.

I will bet you
Eric's horn-rimmed glasses

that that girl was a hipster.

Is there even a difference?
Yeah.

Of course there's a difference--
they got the... the hair

with the colors and the tight...

I have no idea.
Is there a difference?

You sound seriously uncool
right now.

Whatever. Either way,
she was a cutie.

Oh, my gosh, she looked
like she was 15.

No, I didn't mean
that kind of cute.

Wait a minute, how do you
know that she wasn't 18, huh?

Maybe... maybe she
was just petite.

Maybe your brain
is petite.

Touché.

Kens?

Hey.

The girl.

I got the apartment.
Yep.

Federal agent! Stop!

Manic Pixie Dream Girl?

Slipped away.

For now.

You check that laptop?
I'm going to have it

bagged for Eric,
let him do the honors.

So, we got no wallet, no I.D.

and obviously
a hell of a struggle.

That's fatal head trauma.

Bad fall would do it.

Right there.

Slammed his head on the
edge of the coffee table.

Or she could've slammed it for him.
He's twice her size.

If anything,
she was in survival mode.

Running from the scene
and leaving a trail of blood

makes her look pretty guilty.

We don't know anything about her.

Exactly.

You've been busy.
Yeah.

This Hoffman?

No, sir.

This is Hoffman.

We're still waiting on
the I.D. for the body.

Hoffman didn't get hit at
the diner like the rest of them.

Maybe this guy was sent
to finish the job.

Holster, no gun.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl
must've taken it.

She had a small backpack.

"Manic Pixie Dream Girl"?

I think her name is Astrid.

And she clearly knew Hoffman.

Yeah, Eric?

All right, still waiting
for an I.D. on your body.

Hoffman's cell phone's
been switched off.

No signal, no trail.

Does Hoffman have any family?

Negative. Everything we've got
indicates he's a loner.

Speaking of social connections,

I just got the results
from a deeper round of profiling

on the diner victims.

This morning was the first time
any of them met.

Dr. Mathers' story checks out.

The group didn't know
each other.

So, besides
Operation: Wide Awake,

the doctor was their only link.

Which means
he could be a target, too.

Send us any updates
on Hoffman and the girl.

Done.

Where did you go?

I'm sorry,
I don't recognize

any of them.

All of Wide Awake's
communication

was conducted online.

They were just names

on a screen.
Which is why none of them

met in person
till this morning.

Who else knew about Wide Awake?

The only people who ever
saw the whole program

were those skilled enough
to play through

every one of its levels:

Group Echo-1.

And now the only ones
with that knowledge

are you and Hoffman.

Yeah.

There's someone else.

I've been getting...
help from a friend

on the outside.

A Pentagon analyst

named George Toretto.

I wanted to see how it was doing

against the best
threat matrix in the world.

So you asked him
to compare your results

against the Pentagon's
classified threat intelligence.

You broke security protocols
to beta-test your program.

And in doing so, not only
compromised your entire project

but four innocent people
were killed.

I never thought anyone
would get hurt, Agent Callen.

My research is designed
to save lives.

Do you realize what's at stake?

If Wide Awake goes operational,

it will make our country
a safer place.

What did Toretto tell you?

Well, that's... the problem.

He never gave me
the results.

We're going to increase security
at this lab.

If you contact Toretto,

the two of you
will end up sharing a cell.

Am I in danger, Agent Hanna?

Not if you stay put.

I'll get Eric to pull everything
he can on this guy, Toretto.

Stop. Stop. You can't go
in there with your bag.

We got to check it.

Hey!

Hey!

Stop that girl!

Stop that girl!

She came here for a reason.

Looks like Wide Awake

isn't as big a secret
as Dr. Mathers thinks.

So, security team
at the Naval Intelligence Lab

says Astrid tried
to slip through

a metal detector
and triggered the alarm.

Maybe the gun she stole off the
dead guy was in her backpack.

Or maybe she's a girl
who was never briefed

on security protocol--
she saw the alarms,

men trying to detain her,
and she ran.

Maybe.

What else do we know about her?
Neighbors said

they started seeing
Hoffman and Astrid together

a few months ago,
but they kept to themselves.

She had her own room
in Hoffman's apartment,

but we found no personal items,
just some clothes.

Sounds like a girl on the run.

Okay, so why do you run
to a military facility?

Looking for someone--
a friend, maybe?

Hey. Hoffman's laptop.
Searched the e-mail archives,

but the entire account's
been wiped by a pro.

Anything else on the computer?

The most recent version of the
Wide Awake gaming application.

Now we're talking.

Nell uploaded the file
on Dr. Mathers'

Pentagon buddy,
George Toretto.

Red flag in his bank accounts.

$100,000 deposited
five days ago.

All cash, no paper trail.

Wide Awake's technology
predicts attacks on America

before they happen.

There's plenty
of well-funded groups

that would like to see it fail.

Not to mention
rogue governments.

Maybe someone's paying Toretto
to sabotage the program.

This is the building.

You got to be kidding me.

That's our guy.
That's Toretto.

Something must have
tipped them off.

He's a popular guy.

♪ ♪

Going to crash.
Please don't.

Not us. Him.

Driver's dead.
Toretto?

Gone.

We I.D.'d the body found
at Hoffman's apartment.

Max Naylor.
He did time at Folsom Prison

with the driver who was killed
in the car crash.

Uh, he also has experience
in demolitions,

which explains the diner.

Both were guns for hire.

Well, if someone hired them
to sabotage Wide Awake,

Hoffman would be
the next logical target.

Unless he was
the one behind this.

Hoffman and Dr. Mathers
are the only ones left

who understand how
this technology works.

Well, then Mathers might want to
step up the security at his lab.

It's already done.

Nell, confirm his location.

On it.

What about Toretto?

The $100K in his account
had to come from somewhere.

Well, Toretto's got
the financial connections;

Hoffman's got
the insider knowledge.

Maybe they were partners.

Hoffman got greedy,
took out a hit.

Doesn't explain the dead guy
in Hoffman's apartment.

Maybe Toretto tried
to get to Hoffman first.

Or the guy was there
to kill Astrid.

She showed up
at the Naval Intelligence Lab,

which means she knows
something about Wide Awake.

Hoffman's cell phone
was just switched on.

I got the signal.

Hoffman's at a bus stop
on Pico Boulevard in West L.A.

The signal means
we can get remote access.

Does the phone have
a front-facing camera?

Roger that.
Call it.

Grab an image
of the person that answers.

- Got it.
- That's not Hoffman.

Hello?

She disconnected the call.

Call her back.
Wait a minute, what's the plan here?

I mean, what are you
going to say to her?

"If you're not killing
everybody involved

"in a top secret
governmental program,

"maybe you can come over
and watch Pretty in Pink,

we can eat some Oreos"?

This might be
the only chance we get,

and I think I can
get her to talk to me.

Why?

Because she's scared.

You've found the girl.

Yes.

Astrid is on the run

and she knows
about Operation Wide Awake.

We have a chance to talk to her.

But Mr. Deeks believes

your emotions
are clouding your judgment.

Well, that's

a little harsh, but...

yeah.

Call the girl,
Mr. Beale.

Maybe she'll see in you
what you see in her,

Miss Blye.

All right,
I got Astrid

on a traffic cam
at that intersection.

Hello?

Hi, Astrid.

My name is Kensi.

I was at your
apartment building today.

I'm so sorry if I scared you.

You didn't scare me.

Well, I know you've had
a hard time today.

I thought you might
like to talk.

I don't.

Well, then maybe
you need a friend?

You don't really know me.

No, I don't,
but I'd very much like to.

Why don't you start by telling
me something about yourself.

You're tracing this call.

Okay... let's start
with me, then.

Um...

I'm single...

and totally over Vegas.

I love Pretty in Pink and Oreos.

No one's trying to hurt me;
they're trying to hurt Mike.

And where is Mike right now?

He's enjoying the art
of civilized bushwhacking.

I have to go now.
No, no...

Astrid...

Phone's been turned off.

No signal to track.

By the time we get there,
she'll be long gone.

Anyone understand
what she was talking about?

The "art of
civilized bushwhacking"

is an old term
for the game of poker.

Don't ask me how I know that.

Eric, pull up
Hoffman's finances.

He's made seven withdrawals

from the Hollywood Park
Casino ATM in the past month.

Sounds like a guy
with a gambling probleto me.

Sounds like a motive.

Eric, bring up
the security cameras

at the Hollywood Park Casino.

Maybe he's still there.

Done.
Thank you.

Mr. Deeks.

Hey, um...

you knew that putting Kensi
on the phone with Astrid

was the right call.

And you want to know
how I knew that.

If you don't think
that I need to know, then...

No, no, no.

After her father died,

she, uh, ran away.

She lived on the streets
for almost a year.

I didn't know that.

And I, Mr. Deeks,
didn't tell you.

'Course not.

Miss Jones.

With me.

Okay.

But that's your seat.

Indeed.

Okay, this is
a test, right?

You're looking to
see my response?

This is a chair, Miss Jones.

Sit in it.

Fair enough.

Wow. Yeah, it's, uh...

it's really...
oh, it's comfortable.

I've been told

that you have a very high IQ.

Higher, in fact,
than any other person

currently employed
by NCIS.

Well, it's just a number
with a range of variables

prone to cultural bias, so...
Prove it.

You want me to play
Operation: Wide Awake?

Those four men
at the diner

were killed because
of something they discovered

with this program.

I need you to find out
what that was.

All right.

...Texas hold 'em tournament this Friday.

Players may register at the
members' service desk or online.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.
Pardon me.

Now, that's what I call
two well-mannered young man.

Someone certainly
taught them well.

What a handsome couple they are.

Where'd that brunette
get those legs?

Just remember, boys,

you got to know when to hold 'em.

You've been singing
that stupid song

the entire ride
over here.

Mmm, okay, it's
not a stupid song.

That's "The Gambler"
by Kenny Rogers,

aka the Silver Fox.

Ah, Charlie Rich
was the Silver Fox.

I'm pretty sure
it was Kenny Rogers.

It's Charlie Rich.
Any luck, Eric?

Jackpot.

I got him at
poker table number four.

Striped short-sleeved shirt.

Kensi, Deeks...

why don't you
do your thing.

First date?
Last date.

Is this because
I didn't take you to Vegas?

Because we are
in the casino now.

Mmm... that's why
I need to upgrade.

Kensi? Kensi?

My friend hates
it when I gamble.

Life's a gamble.

No.

Fern?

Fern. What-what
are you doing here?

Are you trying
to make me jealous?

See, he went to Vegas,

and he thinks that this
is gonna make up for it.

I'd never go anywhere
without you.

He's clearly playing
way out of his league.

Okay, you know what I love?
I love it when people

talk about me like I'm not
standing right behind them.

And the fish hooks
take it.

So... are you just lucky, or
are you really, really good?

I'm really, really good.

But, uh... I'm looking
to get lucky.

Okay.
You know what?

I love... I love a little butter
with my cheese.

I'm going to grab a soda.

Buy you a drink?

Yeah. Shaggy won't
stop bugging me

if I stick around.

Then maybe...
we should leave.

Maybe we should.

Thank you, sir.

Genius-level IQ, huh?

Oh, crap.

Luck's run out, Hoffman.

I knew it was too
good to be true.

Figured my chances were 50-50.

Just to be clear,

I am, uh, totally
in your league.

In your dreams.
All the time, darling.

All the time.

What do you
got, Eric?

Mathers is gone.

Gave his protective
detail the slip.

So, it was all an act?

Even that whole "are you
lucky or just good" bit?

Act.
Ah.

Well, I'm impressed.

The four
other people

in Echo-1 are dead.

Operation: Wide Awake.
Yeah.

Never heard of it.

Hey, that's my laptop.

Wow, nothing gets by this one.
Mmm.

Wide Awake application's
installed on the hard drive.

Why don't you play it for us?
Let's see what you got.

Well, if it doesn't involve...

dice or cards, I'll probably
need an instruction manual.

- Preferably one with pictures.
- Okay, there is

no way this is our fifth man.

This looks like one of the games
Astrid likes to play.

Okay. Who exactly is Astrid?

I, uh...

I don't know.

I think she's my daughter.

You think?

She's different.

She, uh, barely speaks.

She's really good at math.

She spends hours
on this computer.

I took her to the casino
a few weeks back

and taught her how to gamble.

Astrid never loses.

I mean, like... ever.

The art of civilized
bushwhacking.

Yeah, that's what we call poker.

Hey, you...
you talked to her?

Where is she?

We were hoping
you could help us find that out.

Well, I was on an 18-hour streak
at the casino when you found me.

Hey, I gave her my cell phone
in case of an emergency.

No, trust me, that girl knows
how to take care of herself.

She's okay, right?

Mathers still hasn't
gone back to his office.

If Astrid was using
Hoffman's laptop and e-mail,

all of her Wide Awake
activity

would've looked like it
was coming from him.

Dr. Mathers would have had
no way of knowing it was her.

Maybe this girl has
some form of autism.

Asperger's syndrome.

That would explain a lot.

Well, we'd need a formal
diagnosis to be sure,

but Astrid seems
to fit the profile.

Social awkwardness,
limited empathy,

a savant's gift for numbers.

Yeah, but clearly
high-functioning enough

to defend herself
and evade us.

Whoever wanted the rest
of the team members dead

still thinks that
Hoffman's the target,

not Astrid-- so as long
as no one finds out,

Astrid is safe.

And only two people had access
to Hoffman's data:

Dr. Mathers and Toretto.

Eric, send us
Dr. Mathers' home address.

You two keep talking
to Hoffman.

If anyone can help us
find Astrid, it's him.

Okay.

Anyone add up all those
outstanding warrants I've got?

I did.

I figure I'm looking
at five years in prison.

That's if I'm lucky.

Well, I think we've
pretty much established

the only kind of luck
that you have is bad.

Bad luck doesn't
make you a bad guy.

Just a bad father.

Look, it all happened so fast.

I-I never had the chance
to get the hang of it.

And it's too late to start now.

Promise me that
you'll make sure Astrid is okay

when I get locked up.

We're not cutting any deals.

I hope you don't feel

I'm putting pressure
on you, Miss Jones.

Nope. Nope, I'm fine.

Let me know
when you're finished.

Mm-hmm. I'm...

still... still working,

so...

Yeah, no, this is not
going to happen.

I'm... sorry.

I... I thought I was
doing something wrong,

but this is not me.

This is program.

When you reach the final level,

the engine used
to predict the threats

completely falls apart,
which means...

Operation: Wide Awake
doesn't work.

Could it be that Dr. Mathers
didn't know about this?

Highly unlikely.

Wow.

Astrid-- how do we find her?

I don't know.

How could you not know?
She's your daughter?

She just showed up on
my doorstep a few months back.

She told me her mom died
and left her my address.

I recognized
her mom's name, but...

We were just kids
when her mom got pregnant.

I promised her we'd
work something out, but...

instead, I did a runner.

Not my finest moment.

So when Astrid told me
who her mother was,

I... I couldn't turn her away.

Because you felt guilty?

Look, I don't even know for sure
that she's my daughter.

And I told Astrid that.

But she just...

looked at me...

with those big eyes.

I mean, she just
wore me down, you know?

What can I say?

So, um...

I gave her a room
and I let her stay.

Did you ever take back
what you said?

About not being her father?

Listen...

this isn't about me
trying to cut a deal here.

I know I have nothing
to offer you.

My life has been one big gamble
with no payoff.

Maybe Astrid's the payoff.

I blew that, too.

I know I might not be...

the best person for Astrid...

but she still needs someone
looking after her.

I'm fine.

I know.

I'm just getting
some water.

Looks like
Mathers is home.

Or not.

Someone broke in.

Take the front.

I'll cut him off
from behind.

Federal agent!
Don't move, Toretto!

You need to hear it twice?

You won't shoot me.

I'm the only one
that can give you answers.

No one's getting shot.

See?

Just relax.

Now, put it down.
You try and get past him,

you're going to wish I shot you.

When I tell Deeks about this,
you better vouch for me.

You went Bruce Lee on his ass.

I'll vouch
for you.

Mathers is the one you want.
What are you doing here?

Look, he's trying
to kill me.

I came here to try
and talk some sense into him.

It's complicated.

Oh, yeah?

Wide Awake doesn't work.

Neither one of you knew

till Mathers
gave you his results

to compare
to the Pentagon's intel.

He paid you $100,000
to keep quiet.

Mathers wanted the results
to look successful.

And you taking
that hush money

means you'd get charged with
treason if people found out,

which is why you
didn't go public

when bodies started
turning up today.

I wasn't the only one who knew
Wide Awake was a failure.

There was some guy
in Mathers' test group

who actually e-mailed him,
tried to call him out on it.

Hoffman.

Yeah. Mathers never
heard from him again.

He got worried others in the
group would figure it out.

So he lured them
to the diner this morning.

I didn't think he was
going to kill them.

I thought he was going
to try to buy them off.

And then that guy
came after me.

Where's Mathers now?

I don't know.

So, Callen and Sam
have Toretto.

Looks like Mathers
offed his own test group.

Good thing we just
found him, then.

My lovely assistant
will take it from here.

Assistant?

Uh, colleague.

They can be lovely, too.

Mathers' cell's online.

He just received a call
from Hoffman's phone.

Their call lasted 30 seconds;
Hoffman's phone went dark

immediately afterwards,
but Mathers is still online.

He's headed
for the casino.

That's Hoffman's
stomping ground.

Okay, it stands to reason
Astrid would go there

looking for her father,
but why reach out to Mathers?

Well, if she called him,
then Mathers probably realized

he's been hunting
for the wrong person.

If that's true,
once he finds Astrid,

he's going to kill her.

Astrid's too smart to let
Mathers find her like this.

She couldn't get him at his lab,
so she led him here.

If Astrid still has the gun,
I think she might use it.

To protect herself?

To protect her dad.

We got eyes on Mathers.

He's on the west side
of the floor.

Looks like he's headed
towards the kitchen.

Moving in.

Mathers!

He's got a weapon!

Mathers,
drop your weapon.

Drop it.

You got this?

Yeah, I got this.

Astrid?

I told you,
I don't have friends.

Told you I wanted
to be the first.

Prove it.

That's kind of hard right
now, don't you think?

Then you're not really my friend.
Okay.

Astrid, tell me
what you want me to do.

You tell me.

Leave me alone
so I can shoot him.

I know you're trying
to protect your dad, but...

I can't do that. I'm sorry.

This is not something that
you want to hear right now...

but I will do everything
in my power to stop you.

Do you hear me?

This is what friendship
looks like, isn't it?

Yeah. It is.

Please hand me the gun.

Please hand me the gun.

You really like
Pretty in Pink and Oreos,

or were you just saying that?

I do like them.

It's weird.

Okay.

Hey, what do you say
we get out of here?

What's up, man?
Hey.

Anybody seen, uh, Hetty?

Nope. Haven't
seen her.

Writing off your losses in
Vegas as business expenses?

What? No.
What do you take me for?

A guy who
sneaks off to Vegas

for Phantom of the Opera
and has a secret love

for musical theater.

We always know where
our teammates are, Deeks.

Always.

Phantom of the what?
Opera.

I wouldn't know, see, 'cause
I'm not into musical theater.

Nothing wrong
with a good musical, Deeks.

Fair enough.
You got me.

Just do me a favor...
Oh, we won't tell Kensi.

How's Astrid?
The doctor

diagnosed her with
Asperger's syndrome.

Says she can look after herself
with a little bit of help.

Well, Hoffman's
facing jail time,

so the girl's
on her own for now.

And she's a smart girl.

I'm sure she'll figure it out.

Oh, and just
for the record,

I also went and saw
Andrew Dice Clay

- just to even it out.
- Yeah, right.

Okay, two, please.

So, tell me about your mom.
She's dead.

I know.

What was she like, though?

Okay.

Let's start with me.

You can ask me
anything you like.

Are you in love
with your partner?

How old are you?

18 years, three months, 12 days,
six hours and 32 seconds.

33.

34...

Your dad was happy to see you.

Mike was happy,
but he was sad, too.

He tried to hide it from me,
but I could tell.

Why do you call him Mike
if he's your dad?

That's his name.

Are you sure he's your dad?

Yes. My mom told me that.

But how do you
know it's true?

Are you sure that the man
that you call Dad

is your real dad, Kensi?

Yeah.

How do you know
that it's true?

Point taken.

Win the next hand...

and I will answer
any question that you ask me.

I'm not going to win
the next hand.

Or any hand after that,
for that matter.

I do really want to know
more about you, though,

Astrid.

I guess you'll have
to keep me around, then.

My name's Hetty Lange.

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